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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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George x reader angst/fluff

description - Y/N and the Order head out to deliver Harry to the burrow on the night of his seventeenth birthday. Chaos ensues and when you reach the burrow, you couldn't be more thankful for your friends and family being safe.

warnings - minor talk of gore and injuries, death, general warning for george being an absolute angel. Fem pronouns and reader gets picked up

A/N - so this is the first time ive posted in like months i think which is a little crazy, im so sorry for the delay. This is something that i just really wanted to write, i will be posting some requested writings soon as well as hopefully some more writings outside of just harry potter and marvel.

word count - about 3600

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You were terrified. The feeling in the pit of your stomach made you want to cry but you pushed it down. There were bigger matters at hand. Bigger things to worry about. One of those things being the possibility of you never seeing your best friend or your boyfriend again. The thought made you shake and when you looked over at Fred and George you knew they were thinking the same thing.

You had been friends with the twins since as long as you could remember. Well actually, you had disliked them when you first met them, they were much too loud for you to get along with and they frustrated you to no end but you somehow had all of you classes and activities with them. They accidentally let loose a prank on you in your third year and you screamed at them before going up to the astronomy tower and crying. They followed you a few minutes later and apologized and sat with you until you stopped crying. Actually they stayed with you until they could make you laugh. From then on, you had a soft spot for the twins and the same happened to them.

You didn't know when you started to have romantic feelings for George, he always said that he started to feel something for you when he was in fifth year and you sneezed so hard you made a nearby owl fly away. You thought that was rather ridiculous but it made you blush all the same. You started dating in sixth year when Fred nearly shoved you two into a closet and told you he wouldn't let you out until you talked to each other about your feelings. Since then you had been the happiest you had ever been in your life and you were forever thankful to Fred who took 100% credit for your relationship. They were your family, all the Weasley's were. Now, looking at everyone you loved in a room, you felt worry rise in your throat. No, worry wasn't the right word. Terror.

George pulled you into his side and he kissed the top of your head deeply.

"I love you. You don't have to do this." He mumbled into your hair and you sighed.

"You know just as well as I do that we both have to do this. It's okay, I'll be with Moody. He won't let anything happen to me." You muttered and then turned so your face was pressed into his chest. "But I love you too." You whispered and a tear fell from your face and into George's shirt. You then pulled away and pulled Fred into a hug. He groaned dramatically.

"No, I'm hugging you. No complaining." You grumbled and he complied, his hand going around your back and smoothing out your hair. You knew he was looking at George, some sort of twin telepathy going between them but you didn't care. When you pulled away, both of them smiled gently at you. Then before you knew it, the polyjuice potion was being passed around. You gave one last look at George and drank the potion and he did as well. It was the worst tasting thing you'd consumed in a long time and as you were keeping yourself from throwing up at the taste you felt yourself get a bit taller. You looked to your side to see two more harry's. You smiled at them and began to change your clothes.

You had agreed to go as Harry with Moody, Mundungus would also be there as himself. You had decided to switch last minute. You all walked out of the house as the minutes ticked by waiting for Harry's protection charm to end. Eventually you all were off with one last longing glance at George.

The battle was one that would haunt you for the rest of your life. As soon as you left there were death eaters on you. All you could do was hold onto your broom for dear life, Moody on the broom behind you and Mundungus on a separate broom right next to you. Before you could think, there was green all around you and screaming from every direction. You just focussed on getting to the Weasley's, a route you knew by heart, and let Moody do the protecting. At some point you looked to your right and Mundungus was gone. When you looked to your left you were horrified to see the dark lord flying next to you. Tears came to your eyes at the realization that you would probably not be making it out of there. Moody quickly began sending spells his way but it was not an even fight. He held off Voldemort for an impressive amount of time but all good things end. You heard the killing curse and saw the green light and you expected it to hit you, you were the target. Somehow Moody got in front of you to stop you from getting hit and you screamed. When Moody's body fell from the broom, yours did too. You hit the ground with a thud and your body immediately screamed in pain. You looked to the side of you and saw Moody's body. Tears were falling from your face but the shock running through you prevented you from feeling whatever damage you took from the fall. You took a breath and gathered yourself. You needed to get out of here. You would have time to scream and grieve later if you made it out of this alive. The death eaters obviously thought you to be dead and Voldemort had fallen back for some reason. You feared it was because he realized you were not the real Harry. Your tears stopped, face hardened, and you stood with slight difficulty. You would have to get to the Weasley's and you prepared yourself to apparate. When you did, your aim had been a bit off. You were in the bog outside the burrow and you could see the light in the distance. There was a panic at the house and you realized that the others had all arrived. Despite the pain in your legs, you began to sprint to the burrow. You noticed that you were yourself again, your hair getting in your eyes as you ran.

"Y/N?" You heard Remus yell and you kept running. Someone pulled you into them and you looked up to see red hair. You had arrived at the burrow and the tears had begun as well.

"Fred, Moody is dead. Voldemort killed him. Mundungus disapparated right at the beginning, I don't know where he went. It was just me and Moody and then he just-"

"Shhh, hey you're safe now, it's gonna be okay." He muttered and you noticed the break in his voice. You suddenly realized that you didn't feel George near you. You pulled back quickly. "Living room" Fred stated and you headed in, Fred following behind you. When you saw George though, you were not filled with relief. In fact you were so filled with dread that you thought you might just throw up.

"Is he..." you whispered. You couldn't finish your question, dreading the answer.

"m' not dead" Came a whisper from the man you loved and tears began streaming down your face as you collapsed next to him and buried your face in his chest. Your breathing was rapid and your heart was racing. It only slowed when you felt a familiar hand brushing through your hair.

"Fred, I'm saintlike." you heard George whisper and you looked at him questioningly but he was looking across the room to his brother. Fred looked concerned and dropped down next to you, a hand going to your back.

"What's wrong with him? Is his mind affected?" Fred asked his mother worriedly. You were also looking to Molly for reassurance but she looked just as concerned as you.

"Saintlike. You see...I'm holy." George spoke again and all attention was on him. "Holey, Fred. D'you get it?" The relief that you felt was overwhelming and you laughed deeply before burying your face once again into the chest of the man you loved.

"Pathetic. Pathetic! With the whole world of ear related humor before you, you go for 'holey'?" Fred laughed with you, his voice cracking with emotion and the tears streaming down your face were now happy ones. You were so thankful that the man you loved was okay and unchanged besides the trauma he would likely carry. And of course that he only had one ear.

The rest of the night would go by in a blur. You were debriefed by Remus who tried to be as gentle as possible in his questioning. You did not leave George's side and neither did most of the Weasley's. However hours later you still hadn't moved or eaten, too scared to leave George. Enough time had passed that everyone told you George was out of the woods and most people had gone to bed. You couldn't leave though. Molly walked toward you, a plate full of food with her. George was asleep and you were staring at him fearfully, making sure that his chest was moving with life.

"You need to eat, dear." Molly whispered and you sniffed a bit.

"I cant." Was all you could say and she sat next to you.

"Well either you need to eat or I will wake George up so he can make you." At this you looked at her. She had unshed tears in her eyes and you suddenly tackled her in a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Molly." You whispered into her neck where she was holding you.

"What on earth are you sorry for?" She asked.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect him and that I wasn't here to help when he got here. I'm sorry I didn't convince him not to go. I'm sorry-"

"Hey, stop." She asserted and you did, pulling back to look at her. "Now you know why you went. George went for the same reason. You were both very brave and it could have been either of you who got hurt out there. Now you are both alive and okay and so are the rest of my children. I will be thankful for the rest of my life for that. But I still seem to have a kid who isn't taken care of and I need to make sure that she is. So will you please take a breath-" she paused to wait for you to take a deep breath, which you did, "and eat something. Or else I fear my son may have a heart attack when he wakes up. Okay?" she questioned and you sniffled and wiped your nose.

Making one last glance at the movement of George's chest before looking to Molly and nodding. She handed you the tray of food that instantly comforted you and she sat with you while you ate. You were both silent but you were thankful she was there to watch over George while you were distracted. When you were finished she took your plate and stood.

"Now I am going to get some rest. You should consider doing the same." She whispered and patted your hair. You watched her walk to her room and you looked back to the man in front of you.

You weren't sure how long you were sitting there but by the time you came out of your trance to a hand touching your face the fire was nearly out. You looked up at George and he looked sad.

"Are you okay, baby? Do you need anything?" You started to stand up, worried he was uncomfortable. He pulled you down on top of him on the couch and you squirmed, worried you would hurt him.

"Honey, I need you t' stop moving and let me hold you please." He sounded serious so you stopped trying to get off of him. Instead you sighed and moved to straddle his hips and then lay the rest of your body on top of him, your head going to his chest. "Thank you." he whispered. You lifted your head to look at him and he had tears in his eyes.

"Are you in pain, bubs?" you tried to be quiet so you wouldn't disturb the peace in the room.

"No. I'm just glad you're okay." He whispered and a tear fell. You reached up to brush it off and you smiled at him.

"Of course I am, you're the one who got hit by a spell." You reassured but he shook his head.

"You're right that I'm the one that got hit by a spell but Voldemort tried to kill you. You could have died tonight, Y/N." He seemed so sad but you didn't know how to comfort him. You hadn't really thought about it since you got to the burrow, too focused on George. You had yet to really process the fact that Moody had died to save you and without his sacrifice you would not be here with your boyfriend.

"I didn't though. I'm okay." You moved up a bit to kiss the cheek on the side furthest from his injury. "We are both okay." You put your head in his neck and sighed deeply. He took a deep breath into your hair and wrapped his arms around your back.

"We are never doing that again." He grumbled and you chuckled.

"Really? I was planning on taking some polyjuice tomorrow, maybe having another go at it." You smiled and he rolled his eyes.

"I thought I was supposed to be the comedian."

"Not when your last joke was 'holey'. Your comedian title has been revoked."

"Oh shut it, I'd just taken a curse to the head, give a guy a break." He smiled but you both stopped and the smiles dropped while remembering the reality of the situation. "How long have you been up watching me?" he asked gently and you sighed, preparing for your scolding.

"Probably 6 hours or so."

"SIX HOURS? You haven't slept since you got back? Darling you need to go to bed, why on earth did you stay up that long?" he practically screeched and you shushed him as best you could so he wouldn't wake the whole house. You didn't answer his question, instead looking at his chest. "Y/N why wont you sleep?" He asked again, this time more seriously. You felt tears come to your eyes.

"I couldn't-I had to-" you were cut off by your own tears.

"Hey, bubs, whats wrong? I'm sorry, didn't mean t' upset you, bunny." You shook your head at the thought that he had made you cry.

"I was just worried that-" You paused to take a breath, "I thought if I went to bed I might wake up and you wouldn't be..." You felt him shush into your hair. He hadn't really thought about it that way and he felt bad for keeping you up like that.

"Bunny, I am fine. I pinky promise." He pulled away to do just that. As your pinkies were interlocked he made decisive eye contact with you. "I promise nothing bad is gonna happen to me if you sleep, okay?" You nodded a bit and he leaned in to kiss you. "How about we both go to sleep and you can stay right on top of me so you can be with me if anything happens." He mumbles against your lips and you nodded again. He pulled you snuggly into him and put a hand on the back of your head to hold you there.

"I love you." You whispered into his chest, not even necessarily trying to get him to hear.

"I love you too, bunny. Now you need to shush and get some sleep." You huffed and finally settled into him. He couldn't sleep for much of the time you did, he could never admit it but he was quite scared as well. He shared your fears. He was worried he would wake up and you would no longer be with him. He got bits of sleep now and then but he couldn't sleep through the night. You stayed asleep on top of him until he saw the sun come up. He knew you were vaguely awake as your breathing wasn't as slow and you curled into him tighter.

"M' gonna get up to make us some tea, yeah?" You nodded slightly and he took that as an okay to get up. He picked you up gently and brought you to sit on the counter in the kitchen. His head didn't seem to hurt at all which surprised him a bit but he knew his mother was a gifted healer and she worked her magic on him to make sure he would feel okay the next day. He tried to step away from you to make some tea but you did not release him. Instead he was trapped standing in front of the counter, you clinging to him tightly. It was at that moment that the other twin decided to come into the kitchen.

"How's the hole?" He nudged George with his elbow and he chuckled.

"Not bad at all, don't even really have a headache." He muttered, still trying to be moderately quiet as you seemed to be in a half asleep state and he knew you needed all of the rest you could get.

"She doing okay?" Fred whispered, nodding toward you.

"Restless night." George replied and Fred nodded in understanding, moving to prep the tea for George seeing as he was trapped at the moment. When the tea was done, George rustled you awake slightly. "Would you like some tea, m'love?" You nodded and moved to sit up a bit, releasing George and catching Fred making gagging noises next to you.

"Oh shove off." You grumbled and he chuckled. You made a move to get off the counter and George grabbed your waist to assist you. As soon as you were on the ground you made your way over to Fred to hug him properly. You were just so relieved that your favorite people made it out of yesterday alive and Fred sighed and hugged back.

"Y/N, this is 3 hugs in 24 hours. I'm starting to worry about your head. There isn't a hole in it is there?" Fred questioned and you rolled your eyes. You lifted your head and turned it to look at the other twin across the kitchen who stood with tea in his hand, gazing at both of you with a calm and content look on his face. You smiled at him before releasing his brother who gave your hair a ruffle as you turned to look up at him.

"Thanks for being okay." You smiled at him and his gaze softened a bit.

"Right back at you."

The rest of the morning was spent drinking tea and talking, thankful just to be alive. As the family woke up there was more relieved exchanges without the shock and stress that had been present the night before. You rarely left George's side besides to let him get changed and have a private talk with his brother. Eventually Ginny dragged you away to get you cleaned up and changed into clothes that weren't covered in blood and grime. As you walked away the boys began to gather around George. Ron looked at the twins expectantly with a glint in his eye.

"Well? Show us then!" He got out a bit excitedly. Harry smiled as well and Bill seemed to have some jitters. George smirked before a ring appeared in his fingers. It was modest but it was all he could afford and he knew it wouldn't make a difference to you anyway. The boys all shoved each other in excitement and Fred clasped a hand on George's shoulder.

"I know you know this already but I just want to remind you that if you hurt her, all of us wouldn't hesitate to beat you to bits." He smiled but there was not so much humor behind his statement. The rest of the boys mumbled in agreement. George gave them all a look.

"Okay, first of all, I nearly died yesterday. I think you could all stand to be a bit nicer to me."

"We all did, get over yourself buddy." Bill joked and George rolled his eyes.

"Second of all, How come I'm the one getting threatened? I'm your brother."He looked around the group.

"'Cause she's the favorite, obviously." Ron stated simply before leaving the group, Harry and Bill following him, both giving George a teasing smile before they left.

"I think that was rather rude." George grumbled, though there was no malice behind it. He looked over at his twin who simply shrugged and patted him on the back.

"Just the way it is. If you two were to break up, I'm pretty sure she's the one who stays in the family." Fred winked before heading out of the room as well and George took a second to look at the ring in his hand. He heard footsteps and quickly shoved it into his pocket. You appeared in the doorway, hair matted down with water and in comfy clothes, fuzzy socks adorning your feet.

From the doorway you smiled at George who beamed back at you. You felt around in your pocket for a moment where your hands were shoved and when your hand hit the hidden ring there you let out a breath. You stared at each other for a moment, just content to be near each other without thinking about the war for a moment, warm light filling the room and calm in the air, both planning on later asking the other to spend the rest of your lives together.

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merakiaes · 5 years

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Borrowed Shirts And Shy Kisses - Zuko

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Requested: By @skiving-snackboxess

Prompts: #58 from the fluff-list, #23 from the smut-list.

Warning/notes: You didn’t specify if you wanted a whole smut scene or not so I ended up making it fluffy instead. I hope that’s alright and I hope you like it!

Wordcount: 1393

Summary: You share your first kiss with Zuko. Flustered, awkward Zuko <3

You had spent the entire morning washing your clothes in a nearby stream with Katara while Zuko and Aang practiced their firebending, Sokka and Toph having gone off in search of a market to buy food.

You couldn’t deny it had been a bit hard to keep your eyes off the shirtless Zuko while he ran around, muscles tensing and flexing with his every move, but after Katara had caught you watching, you had forced yourself to just focus on the laundry, knowing that you would never hear the end of it if you let her catch you a second time.

It was around noon when you finished up in the stream, finally being able to put your clothes back on. But of course, with your luck, or lack thereof, Appa had sneezed all over you only a second after you’d stepped into your campsite, drenching you with his snot and saliva.

Katara had found it hilarious, of course, as she had just stood to the side and laughed at you while you scolded the flying bison for making your freshly washed clothes dirty again. But obviously, it wasn’t as amusing for you as you now had to wash your clothes a second time that day.

Sokka and Toph had yet to return, Katara leaving you to re-wash your clothes to go look for them. It was with hunched shoulders and broody steps that you walked back to the stream, muttering under your breath as you stripped down to your underwear and got to work.

As opposed to the first time you had washed your clothes, you showed them no mercy this time, scrubbing the fabric harshly and with quick motions to get it done faster. You stood there, knee deep in cold water, until you were sure that your clothes were completely clean from Appa’s snot, only then stepping back onto land.

You heard the sounds of Katara, Sokka and Toph talking in the distance then, making you realize you didn’t have enough time to let the clothes air dry this time and deciding you would have to bring them to Aang for him to dry.

The problem? You didn’t have any spare clothes and you refused to walk into camp half naked and embarrass yourself. Luckily, you spotted Zuko’s shirt on the ground a bit closer to camp, and rushed over to grab it, slipping the maroon piece of clothing over your head.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind that you borrowed it for a minute or two while Aang dried your clothes.

Heading up the small hill towards where Aang and Zuko were firebending, you let out a whistle to alert them of your presence, not wanting to sneak up on them and accidentally get burned. The two of them instantly stopped bending, a bright, wide smile rising to Aang’s face, while Zuko’s mouth fell open at the sight of you.

“Is that my shirt?”

You glanced between Zuko and the shirt you were wearing and gave him a sheepish smile. “Appa sneezed all over me so I had to wash my clothes again. Your shirt was the closest thing I could find, I didn’t want to come up here half-naked. I hope you don’t mind.”

Zuko quickly shook his head. “No, uh…” He rubbed his neck. “It’s fine.”

“Thanks, Zuko.” You offered him a grateful smile, before turning to Aang and holding out the wet clothes. “Would you mind helping me dry these off? It sounded like Sokka and Toph was back so I don’t have enough time to let them air dry a second time.”

Aang stepped forward, nodding. “Oh yeah, for sure. Just hold them up.”

You smiled brightly and did as told, holding your clothes up and watching as the young Avatar sent out a gust of air, successfully drying the clothes in less than a second.

“Thanks.” You smiled, before turning to Zuko and pointing a thumb to the woods. “I’ll go change; I’ll bring you back your shirt in a minute. Thanks for the borrow.”

Without waiting for an answer, you turned around and walked in the direction you had pointed, making sure you were covered by the trees before putting down your clothes on a rock and getting ready to change.

As you gripped the bottom of Zuko’s shirt and moved to lift it, however, a pair of hot, rough hands were placed on yours, causing you to stop dead in your tracks and jump around in fright. You put a hand to your chest, eyes wide and breathing heavily as you looked at Zuko.

Slapping his bare chest, you glared. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Zuko rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. I just, I needed to tell you something. Something important.””

You slowly felt yourself relax, your head nodding. “Okay, go on.”

“I, uh… I…”

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden change of behavior, not at all being used to this kind of Zuko. The Zuko you were used to was the one who took control of every situation, was straight forward and determined.

But then again, this was probably the first time you’d had a private conversation with him since he joined Team Avatar, in the first place, so maybe you just hadn’t gotten to see the real him yet.

“Yes?” You edged him on, causing him to let out a shaky breath.

“Well, I don’t really know how to say this but uh, just, seeing you in my shirt made me feel some kind of way. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before, and I don’t really know how to act or what to say without making a complete fool out of myself.”

You felt your face grow hot at his words, your hands instantly starting to fiddle out of habit. “Oh.”

“Oh.” Zuko repeated, hoping you would say something else, a strong blush dusting his cheeks.

“I mean.” You cleared your throat, offering him a shy smile. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I don’t really know what to say other than… that I think I feel the same way… for you.”

A small smile appeared on his lips, his eyes peeking down at you from under his fringe. “Really?”

You nodded nervously. The next second you were moving closer to each other and you soon found your back pressed against the rock holding your clothes while you leaned in, and the next thing you knew, his lips were brushing ever so softly against yours, testing out the waters.

When you didn’t show any signs of not wanting it, he leaned in and closed the remaining space between you, fully pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. It was short and sweet, but enough to set both of your bodies on fire and leave you wanting more.

But as Sokka called out your names from the campsite, probably done with the food, you had to push your yearnings back, breaking apart from each other much sooner than you would’ve wanted.

Zuko took a step back and rubbed his neck awkwardly, and you had to bit the inside of your lip in order to keep the huge smile that was threatening to break out off your lips at the sight of his flustered and nervous face, finding it the most adorable thing ever.

“Well I’ll, uh, I guess I’ll leave you alone to get changed.” Zuko smiled softly, taking a step back. “You can keep the shirt in case you ever need a spare, I have another one.”

You glanced down at your feet before looking back up and offering him a gentle smile of your own, your heart still beating hard in your chest from the moment you had just shared. “Thanks. I’ll see you back at camp?”

Zuko nodded, gave you a long look and offered you one last smile, before walking back the way he came from, leaving you behind to get changed. You quickly put on your own pants, but when you got to your shirt, you opted to just keep wearing Zuko’s, breathing in the sweet scent of his soap that still lingered in the fabric.

You carefully folded your own top and picked it up, before turning around and walking back to camp with a wide smile playing on your lips, the only thing running through your head being ‘Thank you Appa’.

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malfoymuch · 5 years

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Nightttime Patrols [Draco x Reader]

Request: @itsmalfcys — Hello! Can I please ask a Draco x reader with number 2 from the “fluffy” prompt list? Thank you!!!! xx

Prompt: Fluffy Prompt #2 — “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

A/n: okay for this one i’m going to make two separate ones? One where the reader says the quote and one when Draco does… hope you enjoy it!!

You:

You didn’t have the out-going type of personality people would compliment you with as you aged in Hogwarts. You just thought you’d do what everyone else would for the sake of helping others in need. You weren’t a bystander when it came to things, you were that one person trying to resolve all the conflict without it resulting with someone hexed, or a bloody nose. You weren’t exactly sure if it was really sticking-up for what’s right, or just being a moronic toad and chasing after what your heart forced you to do. There were times when your help had been a great deal of help, and others… led to a few visits to detention…

But whatever the reason, it seemed to bring smiles on the professor’s faces that the world hadn’t just gone to rubbish— they maybe there were a still very, brightly young lads who could potentially change the future— changing it from what others had greatly damaged. Well, except Professor Snape… he wasn’t in the best of moods to see you all the time. It was just… a work in progress…

You wanted to be that someone that wasn’t going to sit around all-day waiting for problems to suddenly disappear; you were completely independent, but wanted to be the person other’s could depend on when they truly needed to, but no one ever returned the favor. It was just something you realized as you got older, but you guess the saying is right. The world is full of those who take, and prey on the innocent, that give too much for their own good.

The bottom of your shoes skid against the ground slightly as you groaned at the pain emitting from your shoulders. You had slept awkwardly the night before due to your procrastination of homework— soon resulting in well… this. An aching pain in your shoulder that was soon leading to your neck and upper back being strained as well. You held your small bag in your left hand while you subconsciously twirled your wand in your right. It was a weird habit you had when anxious…

“Look who stopped by,” a voice dragged out. You groaned at the sound of the feminine voice, dropping your bag near you and turning around to stare at her. “How’s your day going for you, Pansy? Still stalking people, I assume?”

“Are you still getting into fights you shouldn’t concern yourself with?”

“Of course I am. Better than seeing you… perfect way to ruin my morning,” you snarled at her; watching as her minions began to circle around you, each staring at you menacingly. Threatened at their sudden tactic, you held your wand tightly… this wasn’t going to end well…

Pansy was already readying herself, wand in the grasp of her hands. Quickly, you and Pansy both pointed your wands at each other, yelling:

“EXPELLIAR—“

“PANSY!” A voice intervened, grabbing Pansy’s shoulder and swinging her to the ground. Pansy yelped as she made contact with the floor, her eyes viciously darting to the suspect before gasped. “Draco…? What’re you doing here?” She asked nervously, laughing slightly as she pushed herself off of the floor.

“I could ask you the same question, Pansy. Go somewhere else…” Draco then turned to the swarming girls around you. “And take them with you.” Pansy stared up at him shocked, strands of hairs out of place as she sprung from her position and wrapped her hands around his arm.

“Wait! You don’t think I started this, did you? I would never! (Y/n)—“

“I don’t want to hear it, Pansy. Now go,” Draco demanded, throwing her hands off of his arm, and pushed her away from his again. She let out an exasperated scream before stomping her foot on the ground and walking off, furiously. The others trailed behind, making sure not be too in the way of Draco.

You, on the other hand, walked towards your bag and picked it up once more, preparing yourself to walk away from the scene.

“You’re lucky, you know…” Draco started as he watched you. “I don’t do this for everyone…”

“I know you don’t, usually you’re in Pansy’s place.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“A ‘thank you’ would be nice!” He retaliated, raising an eyebrow at you, curiously.

“Fine then, thank you.” You praised, making sure your voice was heavily laced with an immense amount of sarcasm. Unfortunately for you, you were too busy being sarcastic that you threw on the straps of your bag on you, creating a sudden sharp pain for your shoulders. You flinched, hoping Draco wouldn’t notice as you turned around and walked away.

As you began to walk away, you felt an arm plop itself on top of your head, making you wince at the sudden contact. As you were about to kick whoever the individual was, the same person grabbed your bag and removed it from you, holding it in their hands as they began to walk off.

“Hey!” You screamed at him, catching up to Draco as he began to walk off. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Walking to your common room… what else would I be doing?” Draco asked back, sending a quick glance your way as he continued walking.

“Okay… but why?” You fumed, attempting to keep up with his long and fast steps.

“If you really think I haven’t noticed your off-behavior this whole day, then you’re a blistering idiot. You flinching earlier proved my theory of you being hurt in some way… I’m not a blind bat, you know. You sure are an idiot.” He insulted, smirking at your blank reaction. You let out a quick huff and turned your head away from him, still matching up to his speed.

“Well, we’re here.” He declared, stopping in front of the double-doors. He stared at you softly, before handing you your bag. “Don’t expect me to do this ever again, I did it because I was in a spontaneous mood.”

“Maybe you should do it more often. After all, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You choked out in a soft whisper, making Draco’s eyes bulge.

“You’re kidding, right? Don’t you have any friends?” You shook your head slowly, shrugging in the process. “Not really.”

“That can’t be, you help everyone… I would assume someone would offer…” he trailed off as your shoulders sunk, staring at your shoes awkwardly. “I’ve never been good with people. Doing the right thing, maybe. But defiantly not socially-appealing to talk to, you know? It’s fine, I prefer to be alone sometimes, it gives me comfort.”

Draco shook his head at your response, handing you your bag as he ruffled a hand through his hair, leaning against the wall.

“You remind me of a phrase I once heard, actually…” his voice dragged on, making your ears perk up as you brought yourself closer to him.

“Really? What is it?”

“Candles are like good people; they burn themselves out too quickly to give others the light they seek.” He quoted, You can’t help everyone,” Draco suddenly spoke out, staring at the doors. “But everyone can help someone, whether it’s all the time, or once in a great while. Remember that, sometimes it’s better to put yourself first before others.”

“I’ll keep that in mind… and of course the best advice one can give, especially from our sly and caring Slytherin Prince—“

“Oh, shut up.” He interrupted, both of you breaking out into a fit of laughs. As it died down, he placed his hand on top of your head.

“You’re something else, you know that? You’re either too stupid or too confident in yourself to be putting yourself out there like that,” you were about to protest when he cut you off again. “But maybe, that’s a good thing. Maybe if you run in another little showdown with Pansy I could come to your rescue? Maybe after that we could get supper depending on the time…”

“Draco Malfoy… are you hinting that you want me to go out on a date with you?”

“I don’t know, that’s for us to wait and see… Probably want to get inside before the professor’s start patrolling…” he encouraged, pushing you towards the doors and turning to walk away.

“What about you!?” You silently screamed as you opened the heavy door, Draco turned back and grinned.

“I’m the sly and caring Slytherin Prince! I’ll figure something out…”

Draco:

Draco wasn’t in the best mood, these past few weeks. The first-years would run a muck all throughout the halls, attempting to sneak off after curfew. Unfortunately for him, it was his turn to participate and look out for any venturing first-years, or anyone in their bloody mind would try and go somewhere they weren’t supposed to. It wasn’t that bad, yelling at a few of them would make his night a bit better… but it was you, that kept irking him.

You and Draco could never see eye-to-eye from the moment you two bumped into each other on your way to Potions in your first year. The two of you were just a non-stop duo when it came to flying insults at one another, sarcastically talking back to each other, yelling from across the class (soon serving detention), and now to tip it all of he was stuck with you as his partner for patrolling.

Just the sight of you made him want to punch something. Hard. Maybe kill it… But it’s not like any of you tried to make amends with your childish behavior for one another, a lasting quarrel over an accidental bump in the corridor.

(Although truth be told, if you were to ask either of them how the fiasco really started and who-pushed-who, they could never give you a clear and direct answer).

Maybe it was from the fact that it had occurred so long ago, or maybe it didn’t matter… really. Just the casual day-to-day scornfulness resonating off of the two of you were tremendous when one was near the other.

So there Draco was, practically dragging himself as the halls and he headed near the dorms; a sudden sneeze taking over him as he shook.

“My oh my, has the Great Slytherin Prince fallen ill? The world must be ending!” You proclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air in a frenzy. “Oh please! Don’t let the world become of this!”

“Oh shut up, you blistering git.” Your mouth swung opened in an exaggerated manner, eyes fully blown as you stared at him.

“Language!”

“I don’t care. You’re a muppet, so piss off and go search over there,” Draco snarled, pointing in the opposite direction of him. You tapped your chin with your index finger, questionably, eyes rolling to the side. “I don’t think so…”

Draco growled as he sneezed again, speed-walking away from you.

“Leave me alone, you twit.” He stuffed his hands into his robes, turning away and speeding off. Your mouth opened to retort, but then you stopped for a second. You closed your mouth, head hanging low.

“If that’s what you want, sorry for bothering you.” You quickly walked off in the other direction, whilst Draco abruptly came to a halt, watching your retreating figure. A rush of panic surged through his system, as he listened to your words. He wasn’t expecting you to just walk of like that, usually you’d stick your ground and make even more blistering insults…

Draco turned his head around and walked back, and for the rest of the hour… Draco really did feel alone. And stupid.

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The next morning soon arrived, and Draco pushed the grand doors of the dining room, coughing vigorously as he glared at every person who’d dare to give him a worried look. Draco walked up to his place next to Crabbe, Goyle, and Zambini. As he made his way closer he noticed a basket in his seat, making his eyebrows crinkle as he came closer.

“Is this another failed attempt to prank me from those stupid Weasle-twins?” Draco barked aloud, side-eyeing the twins from across the hall. Crabbe and Goyle shrugged their shoulders in response, “Why don’t you open it and find out?”

“Morons,” Draco bluntly growled, before finally looking into the basket. As he peered inside, his heart clenched at the sight. It was a variety of scented candles, an assortment of teas, a few potions (medicine), as well as a blanket (and a few other things he’s never seen). Rummaging through the basket, he found a small note in the bottom of the basket.

Grabbing the note he briefly read its context:

‘Hey, Malfoy. Sorry for yesterday, thought you might want a few things to help you recover. Get better soon, you plonker.

— (Y/n)

Draco shoved the parchment into his robes, scanning the dining hall for you. When he saw you, he immediately noticed you were staring at him, but soon turned away when he caught your gaze. His jaw clenched before he grabbed the basket and placed it underneath the table, near his feet.

“Draco… are you alright? You’re blushing…”

“Shut up, Goyle.”

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When supper concluded he sprinted to his room with the basket in his hands, throwing it into his room before slamming the door shut. He marched down the halls in a frenzy, eyes wandering around… He noticed your figure approaching slowly, your head hanging low with each step.

“You!” Draco screamed, walking his way over to you. Your eyes widened as you lifted your head to see his angered face, quickly turning on your heels and speed-walking in the other direction.

It didn’t prove to do much because he soon caught up and grabbed your forearm, throwing you against the wall. He grabbed the note from his robes and held up to you, angered.

“Why would you do something so idiotic as this?” He questioned, panting from the lack of oxygen. He was sweating.

“You’re sick, all I did was help.” You responded stubbornly, turning away from him. He grabbed your chin gently, making sure you faced him as he spoke again. Though, it wasn’t what you were expecting…

“Thank you.” He managed hoarsely, before turning to the side and coughing.

“What…?”

“I said thank you for the basket… it was um— that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Don’t laugh, idiot!”

“It’s cute, don’t worry. It’s good to have gifts once in a while…”

“Uh, yeah,” he muttered under his breath, as his cheeks began to burn a bright pink. You smirked as you tilted your head to the side.

“Do you want to go out sometime? When you feel better?” In an instant, his entire face flooded with color at your statement, staring at you questionably.

“Are you asking me out?”

“Yes. Is there a problem?” You teased, Draco shook his head.

“Why not.” You grinned.

“Great, maybe I’ll pick you up?” You teased a bit more, making Draco glare at you.

“The only reason you’re getting away with any of this is that I’ve fallen ill. You wait until I get better,” he threatened chokingly, coughing again. You pouted as you rolled your eyes, nodding to him.

“Sure, Malfoy. Now come on, let’s go look for some idiotic freshman, does that sound good?” You cooed, Draco swatted your hands away from him. “I’m not a baby!”

“Of course you aren’t, Draco. Now let’s go.”

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straw-of-the-hat · 5 years

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This just in, the request/ask accidentally got deleted

I’m not surprised I managed to fuck it up, not gonna lie. This is a learning process for me, y’all. Sorry about that!

The League of Villains seemed dangerous, from the outside. Dabi had been pretty convinced he'd be dying within a week when he first joined. A part of him really hadn't cared about that fact, as sad as that was. However, his expectations proved to be extremely far off when compared to reality. The League was nothing more than a huge, dysfunctional household. It was easy to forget that villains were human too. Even now that he was in it and witnessing it, Dabi still had moments of complete and utter disbelief, during which he failed to process just what the actual fuck was going on.

-Spinner was part lizard, which was pretty obvious. The guy wasn't as threatening as he sometimes acted. He was actually fairly soft, if Dabi was going to be honest with himself. Though, no matter how human he happened to be, the point stood that the man was part reptile. And what did reptiles do? They shed. Of course none of them had seen it coming. Just because he was covered in scales didn't mean they'd expected him to molt. Dabi had almost spit out his vodka when Spinner walked in, looking disgruntled with bits of dead skin hanging off of him.

Shigaraki had been the most openly intrigued, if you can believe that. He obviously had little to no knowledge of reptiles, and thus had no idea what was actually happening. This led to him poking Spinner to try and learn more. Dabi could only watch as a huge chunk of Spinner's skin fell off, effectively startling their leader into jumping back. The man had stumbled backwards into Toga, who had panicked and sprayed him in the face with perfume.

That should've been the end of it, but Dabi happened to have a sensitive nose. That wasn't all that good considering his quirk kicked up a lot of smoke, but beggars couldn't be choosers. The perfume was ungodly. Some flowery bullshit that took all of two seconds to waft over and tickle his nostrils. Kurogiri saw the exact moment it happened, too. His glowing yellow eyes could only widen in mute horror as Dabi jolted forward in a sneeze.

Flammable. The perfume. It was flammable. And when Dabi sneezed... well, enough said.

-Twice wasn't the most composed out of all of them. Dabi just wanted to know how he'd managed to choke on a peanut without taking off his mask. He'd just been minding his own business when the man fell off his stool, limbs flailing wildly as a rasping wheeze left his throat. The scream Toga let out still rung in his ears to this very day as she dropped to her knees and started beating his back to try and get it out.

Magne was panicking as their comrade died on the dusty bar floor. Dabi and Spinner both dove for her before she could call and ambulance, because what kind of villain called the authorities? Well, Dabi happened to trip over Toga's foot on the way over, sending him pitching forward and slamming into them. It startled him enough that a wisp of fire escaped him. It wasn't much, but it was enough to catch the ratty area rug on fire.

Kurogiri wasn't present to warp the flames away, resulting in them all stumbling away from it as it grew. Toga was still trying to revive Twice, and Shigaraki had his headphones in and wasn't facing their direction. The High School Musical soundtrack was blaring from his general vicinity, but no one had the balls to mention it. They could only panic over the rising flames and wonder if this would be the end of yet another hideout.

Spinner had tried to snuff it out with a couch cushion, but said cushion had caught on fire almost immediately. Dabi hadn't even seen it flying his way until it was too late. It smacked him square in the face just as Kurogiri walked through the door with four pizza boxes in tow, seeming more chipper than usual. Yeah, that stopped the moment he saw the chaos. Dabi had never been put in time out, even as a child. But the glint in their resident Warp Gate's eyes? It was enough to make him go sit in the corner.

-Dabi had been coerced into going to a corner store with Toga at one point, which was one of the last places he wanted to be with a crazy little brat like that. He'd been forced to stop her from stabbing at least three people in the back, and continuously had to put things she put in the cart back on the shelves. His scars also made him all the more noticeable, which earned him a lot of stares and pitied looks. He was half tempted to let Toga kill the ones who had the gall to laugh and point.

-At a later date, he'd gone to larger grocery store with Magne. She was tolerable enough. There was something nearly motherly about her and her ways. He supposed she insisted on being called Big Sis Mag for a reason-- because that's exactly what she was. Her company wasn't enjoyable per say, but he didn't hate it. That was saying something considering how much Dabi tended to value his alone time. Together, they braved the beauty aisles in search of the ungodly amount of products the League had racked up collectively.

They'd both seen the chapstick at the exact same time, and knew what they had to do.

They'd chosen the couch to hide behind. They were holding Toga's favorite candy hostage, watching from a safe distance as the blonde brat scooted closer and closer to their absolute child of a leader. Even Kurogiri paused as Toga hesitantly held out the small tube that could very well be Shigaraki's saving grace. The red-eyed man actually had the decency to glance away from his game to look at what he was being offered, his brows raising soon after.

"Why are you giving me a glue-stick?" He'd grumbled. Dabi had heard that. With his own ears. Toga had turned to them with a look of sheer horror plastered across her face, and Dabi was sure his own face mirrored it. Magne looked like she'd just received a slap upside the head, her eyes wide as Toga looked down at the chapstick resting innocently in the palm of her hand.

"He doesn't know what chapstick is." She'd whispered. Thinking back on it, Dabi still had no words.

So no, the League wasn't what he'd expected in the least, but he supposed that was a good thing.

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What if we had known each other first and fallen in love second: Princess Fragrance

Also on ffnet and ao3!

Marinette knew the news were always going to cover as many attacks as possible, but the one of today wasn't that terror inducing.

Ok, vanishing an important landscape of the entire country was horrifying for many but nothing had happened in the end. The worst so far was that she was missing science class which was way worse than a vanishing tower for a few hours.

She peeked out of the subway stairs as she went back to street level and back to school when she heard a sneeze coming out from her pocket.

"Tikki!" she gasped "you don't look well."

Did kwamis get sick? Marinette's mind started to whirl in full speed. What was she going to do?

"I know about a healer, I'll tell you where to go," Tikki was shivering in her purse. Ok that did make a little sense, maybe there was a kwami expert. But Marinette's nerves got the best of her, thinking that maybe he would get suspicious and ask around and what if he started to ask about kwamis and figured out she was Ladybug? What if he started to ask questions?

Speaking of,

"Oh no, my teacher is going to question why I'm late again" she peered down at her purse. This was important but also keeping her identity secret. She would do it right after class, if word got to her parents she was skipping class it would be way worse later.

"Tikki, can I take you to the healer right after school?"

Tikki gave her a small reassuring nod and Marinette felt bad for making her endure the…cold she had got but balancing priorities was something Marinette was slowly getting used to even after all this time as a super hero.

It didn't help that she tripped right as she opened the lab door, falling right in front of Ms. Mendeleiv's desk.

"Ah Marinette, what excuse do you have for us this time?" the teacher peered over the desk at her, Marinette pulling herself up from the floor with embarrassment written on her face "accidentally locked yourself in the bathroom again?"

Marinette hated creating excuses on the spot. Lying was never a good thing and it was a struggle to come up with something as she babbled about a dog she did not have.

The sudden aroma of perfume invaded their nostrils, the teacher moving past Marinette to the back of the classroom where Rose was spraying some on an envelope. Marinette took the opportunity to slid into her seat, noticing Adrien wasn't there either. Lucky cat, he could pull off a shoot or something as excuse. So much for their week agreement.

"Watch what happens when you play around with flammable substances in a chemistry lab," Ms. Mendeleiv called back their attention as she sprayed perfume on a vase to cover a Bunsen burner, only for it to lit up and create a small explosion inside the vase.

"Just to make sure you all remember that, I'll be quizzing you tomorrow on lab safety, again."

Marinette groaned in her desk.

The class went on and even if she was lucky it was the last, she couldn't help but to tap her fingers while she waited for the bell to ring.

"Woah, what's the hurry?" Alya held her back at the stairs "something wrong?"

"Ah? No, it's just-"Marinette smiled, glancing to a side to see Adrien running up to the school "oh, I should give Adrien today's notes, we don't want his dad scolding him for getting behind, right?"

"Ever so considerate Marinete" Alya smiled "go on then."

Marinette gave her a thumbs up and went down the stairs, checking on her purse fast to see how Tikki was holding up.

"Ok, I'm taking you to the healer now," she mumbled into her purse, not realizing where she was walking until her feet tripped on a student's bag, sending her flying the last steps towards the asphalt…

Only to be caught right in the arms of Adrien.

"You ok? Nothing broken?"

"Yeah" she stood up, dusting her pants off "I'm in a sort of hurry," she could tell Adrien about Tikki suddenly sick, but Nino was there and he was pointing at Adrien back to school, no wonder to help him catch up with notes. Ah, she'd have to tell him at night "don't worry about it."

"Alright," Adrien smiled and went with Nino back inside. He had totally missed the last class and had to catch up fast unless he wanted his father finding out about his sudden ditching.

"So," he asked Nino once he had retrieved the chemistry notes "did I miss anything interesting?"

"The usual of sorts" Nino shrugged "Marinette arriving late, Ms. Mendeleiv sending a student to the principal and oh yeah, we have a quiz on lab safety tomorrow."

"Again?" Adrien winced "who set something on fire this time?"

Nino laughed "no one dude, but Rose was with a bottle of perfume and you know how the teacher is."

"I mean, it is a flammable thing" Adrien slung his bag "but I should get going and catch up with these."

"No sweat Adrien, text you later!"

Adrien smiled and waved goodbye, making his way to the entrance where the Gorilla was already waiting for him. He fiddled with his phone on the way back, humming as he checked for any new messages.

"Honey, honey, nearly kills me" he sang as he checked out the usual reminders from Nathalie about his schedule, the few memes Nino had sent and the thread of messages he had with Marinette.

[Sun. 23:59]

Buginette: Ok but it is not implied in the movie Bill is her father

Catdrien: Genetics!

Buginette: Adrien, they are actors, besides! They all became her father :D

Catdrien: But I really wanted to know ^ↀᴥↀ

Buginette: You know what they said, curiosity killed the chat~

Catdrien: But satisfaction brought it back! (ฅ'ω'ฅ)

Buginette: Hm, we can watch the sequel if you want, for now I am going to bed, Night night!

Adrien smiled to his phone. That had been a good movie night. He made a beeline to his room to get done with catching up. He could probably convince Marinette to sneak by and play some videogames too.

Adrien sat down and turned on the tv to have background noise, working on the notes without another hitch until the news started to broadcast. Oh yeah, he remembered as he piled up the papers, the prince from Achu was going to be in town.

He was about to turn off the tv when his phone buzzed.

[Mon. 16:45]

Buginette: AÑGDHSH ｡･ﾟﾟ･(д)･ﾟﾟ･｡

Adrien stared at the screen.

Catdrien: Everything alright?

Buginette: No! Chloe got a hold of Tikki and I'm trying to get her back

Adrien looked at the tv where there was a live broadcast of the prince shaking hands with Chloe, who had just given him a plush toy and…

Oh, Adrien's eyes widened in realization. That was definitely not a plush toy.

But how did Chloe get a hold of her in the first place?

Catdrien: I'm sure if you tell the prince he will give her back to you?

Buginette: He's surrounded by the media, the mayor and Chloe, how am I going to do that?

He looked at the tv again, only to be even more confused at the sudden change in people.

"What is going on there?" he leaned forward in his seat, only to find an akuma right there, with green skin and pink hair, holding out what looked like a sci-fi kind of laser gun. Oh this was bad, very bad. He had to transform and catch up with Ladybug… who was unable to transform at the moment.

"Oh shoot, Plagg!" he looked around for the small kwami "let's go Plagg!"

"I'm still chewing!" he heard him moan from the waste basket but he was not going to waste time on this one, especially if Ladybug was compromised.

"Claws out!" he called his transformation and jumped out of the window and towards the hotel. Maybe he could help sneak out Tikki from the prince's pocket as he moved them to safety, that would give Marinette time to transform and purify the akuma.

He arrived just in time to see said prince with Chloe and who had to be the prince's assistant backing away from the akuma.

As well as a hideous stench so hard it made his eyes water.

Chat focused on throwing her away as far as he could. If her objective was the prince, then the right thing to do was to take him somewhere safe. He made sure they went down his baton just like firefighters do and took a quick glance around, but he didn't find sight of Marinette nor Tikki.

Chat jumped down and tagged along to the car the prince had arrived in, the assistant pushing the pedal to accelerate away from the place. Chat dared to take a peek behind on the passenger seat but there was no sight of the kwami on prince Ali's persona. Not to mention, the stench was getting unbearable he was glad the PR opened the windows to get some fresh air.

Part of him knew he had to get out of the vehicle and chase after the akuma, but he also needed to stall for time so Ladybug could show up.

A stumble above them made him look up to see the akuma already on their toes, and the windows didn't close in time to avoid her attack. Chat covered his nose and tried to kick himself out of his seat, but holding his breath and fighting an akuma proved to be too much, his nostrils burning from need of oxygen.

'I'm sorry Marinette' he thought right as the purple perfume invaded his nose, his mind going foggy and blank.

]x[

Marinette was so hoping the miraculous cure would put the scooter back where she had found it but this was an emergency. She caught sight of Chat handling himself fine against Princess Fragrance but they were a team. Sure, he was the shield but Marinette liked it better when they worked together.

She saw the car wreck and felt her pulse raising more. Her panic of not finding Tikki plus not being able to help Chat with this villain was starting to get the best of her.

"Tikki?" she called in the car, looking at each seat, the front and back, tears welling up when she found the small kwami underneath the driver's seat "oh I was so worried, we need to get you help!"

"We don't have time" Tikki's voice was quieter, her body trembling in her hands "you need to transform, I'll be ok…"

"No, I'm not making that same mistake, I'm taking you to the healer now" she stood up and walked in the direction Tikki said, her hands clutching tight the kwami towards what seemed to be a massage parlor. Or a tea shop. Marinette didn't have time to ponder that kind of thing.

The old man didn't ask much questions as he worked on what seemed to be meditation and working with energy. She couldn't help but to remember her mother, even if it wasn't the same way she practices meditating.

"What type of cat do you say?"

Marinette flinched, her smile freezing in her face as she babbled on something to cover up that small lie.

Lying was definitely not her thing, she sighed as the old man smiled and went back to work.

"Unusual" he just said behind a smile "we are finished; your cat's health has been restored."

Marinette glanced at Tikki, smiling as the kwami looked way better than when they had arrived.

"Oh thank you, thank you so much sir!" she smiled as she held Tikki close and dashed to the door since there still was an akuma on the loose.

Marinette made sure to be as far as possible, looking down at Tikki as soon as the coast was clear.

"Oh Tikki I'm so sorry, you were so sick and I don't know what I'd do without you,"

"You wouldn't be Ladybug for once" the kwami smiled.

"I mean more than that" Marinette smiled back "you are just more than my kwami, you're a close friend."

Tikki nuzzled her cheek, but then turned serious "oh! The Ponts des Artes! That's where they are headed! Chat was also there!"

"What? Is he ok? Was he…"

"There's no time to lose Marinette!" Tikki squished her nose.

"Right, Tikki, spots on!"

Ladybug made her way towards the bridge, her nose itching from the peg she stuck on it but it was necessary to avoid the same fate as Chat. She had to save him from the brainwashing Princess Fragrance did on him so reaching the bridge to see them all gathered there was not an easy sight for her.

Taking out of commission Chloe and the other two civilians was easy. It was Chat who she didn't want to fight.

"Snap out of it Chat Noir!" she tried to call out to him "it's me! Ladybug!"

"Give me your miraculous!" Chat sang at her.

Any other day, under any other circumstance, she would have taken the opportunity to record it. Too bad today was not that day. Also a shame because from what she remembered, that cat could pull 'Dancing Queen' without a problem.

Ladybug sparred Chat, fighting his attacks while trying not to punch him too hard, when she saw the giant pink cloud of perfume covering the sky.

"Uh, better do something before this whole thing blows up in my face," her eyes widened, a lightbulb turning inside her mind. Of course! Perfume was flammable! And didn't the mayor say there was going to be a big firework show for him?

After this she better passed that quiz.

Ladybug taunted Chat against the bridge lamppost, teasing him until he extended the baton at her, perfect chance for her to land on the boat and trample him with her.

"Cataclysm!" Chat sang again and honestly, Ladybug winced, that was so not Chat's tone at all, but it was what she wanted him to do as she sidestepped and tripped him, causing the destructive magic to hit the operation box that set off the fireworks. Ladybug smiled as the cloud dissipated above them and mumbled an apology to Chat as she pushed him to the river. She had to hurry and chase after Princess Fragrance to stop her from possessing more people.

Ladybug managed to break the object and purify the akuma, satisfied to see the cure working its way around.

She didn't stay to see what Rose talked about with the prince, her mind preoccupied with Chat as she swung back to the bridge and find him squatted near a tree, drying himself off the river water.

"Ladybug!" Chat rushed to her and pulled her into a tight hug "are you alright? Did you find the akuma?"

"I did" she smiled in the hug "I'm so glad to see you're alright."

"I'm…" he glanced down "I got compromised, I'm sorry."

"Hey," she squeezed his shoulders, turning his attention back to her "you didn't intend for it to happen, and you managed on your own too!"

"Yeah but, let's not make that a habit" he winced "it's way more difficult that way."

"That's why we're partners" she smiled just as her earring beeped "oh, right."

"Meet up later?" Chat extended his baton, his ring also beeping.

"Of course" Ladybug gave him another smile "so I can tell you how bad you sing when you try to reach bass range!"

Chat felt his cheeks flush.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction

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builder051 · 6 years

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2) Turns out having a metal cylinder in your sternum messes with lung capacity. Tony has issues breathing and Peter is the only one to notice and is thus left (panicking) dealing with it alone.

I’ve been holding on to these prompts forever. I hope this checks some boxes: It’s a mission fic, it’s a sickfic, it’s got sick Tony and caring Peter (what now??)

I am not into the cough/sneeze thing, but the way being congested can make someone feel awful overall…is pretty nice.

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Tony’s lungs rattle when he breathes. He doesn’t need FRIDAY’s commentary to know that’s a bad sign.

“You could possibly have pneumonia, sir,” the AI says, the baseline cheeriness in her tone inappropriate to the statement.

“No,” Tony protests, turning on the hot water and leaning over the bathroom sink. “I have a cold.” He hacks a few times and spits out a globule of mucous.

“Would you like me to schedule you an appointment with your physician?”

“No. Geez. Shut up,” Tony coughs. “I’m fine.” He splashes water on his face, then takes a deep breath through his towel. His throat still feels gummy and sore, and he’s fairly sure he’s running a fever. Low-grade, though. Not worth bothering FRIDAY for a reading. He has a packed schedule. No time to be sick.

“Sir, Mr. Hogan has just arrived with Mr. Parker.”

“Tell him to suit up.” Tony says, choking a little on his words and cupping his hand over his mouth to hold in the coughing fit. “I’m coming.”

Half an hour later, Tony’s flying over the highway while Peter swings from streetlamp to streetlamp beside him. Nat’s on her motorcycle, weaving in and out of traffic, as they follow a marked van toward the Lincoln tunnel.

“Who puts ‘Hail Hydra’ on their license plate?” Peter asks incredulously. “That’s, like, inviting us to come stop them.”

“Well, it’s actually H-L-H-Y-D-R-A,” Nat clarifies, the comm making her voice crackle in Tony’s sensitive ears. “So, technically it could stand for a lot of things.”

“What, like ‘Hell, Hydra?’” Peter laughs.

“I’m gonna say the kid was probably right the first time.” Tony’s patience wanes at the same rate as his headache is increases. “Let’s just smash the bastards and be done with it.”

“Well, somebody’s a grump this morning,” Nat says. But she revs her bike and cuts across two lanes, pulling up sideways in front of the windowless black vehicle. It grinds to a halt just inside the tunnel, setting off a volley of honking horns from the rest of the commuters.

“Alright, ready for this, kid?” Tony touches down on the pavement beside the van, and Peter does a front flip before breaking his web and landing beside Nat.

“Yup,” the kid says. “Born ready, Mr. Stark.”

“Glad you’re enthusiastic, but it’s a little much,” Tony mumbles.

“Ok. Toning it down.” The eyes on Peter’s mask narrow as he puts on a more somber expression.

The van’s driver-side door opens, and a man in camouflage pants and a black vest steps out. Tony recognizes the skull insignia emblazoned on one side of the chest. “Really?” he can’t help but ask. “I mean, how obvious can you get?”

The man opens his mouth to say something, probably to start reciting a manifesto, and Tony decides he doesn’t want to hear it. He aims his palm at the guy’s chest and lets loose a beam of blue-white light.

Before the repulsor has time to land, the man conjures a holographic shield out of midair, reflecting the beam and sending it rebounding at Tony’s head. Tony sees it coming, he feels his head throbbing and his heart beating in slow motion, but his reflexes are too sluggish. He barely has time to raise an arm over his faceplate before he’s tumbling backward and ricocheting off the wall of the tunnel. An avalanche of rubble cascades down from all directions with a sound that makes Tony’s ears ache.

“…Stark? Mr. Stark? Can you hear me? Are you ok?” Somebody’s slapping his face plate. Tony blinks hard and retracts his helmet.

“Hey, hey, stop,” he protests, trying to suck in the dusty air and ascertain what just happened. Tony can see Peter bobbing around in front of him, but besides that, it’s all chunked up concrete and thick, grey sediment hanging in the air. “What happened? What’d you do?”

“What? I didn’t do anything!” Peter says, panic making is voice loud and high. “I just shoved you out of the way. That dude reflected your attack back at you! He’s got some crazy tech!”

“Ok, um, we’re gonna figure this out,” Tony murmurs. He can’t see a damn thing. “You ok, kid? Are you hurt…?” He accidentally takes in a breath of dust, and it coats his tongue. The inside of Tony’s throat itches. He can’t keep from hacking.

“I’m fine.” Peter’s brow knits together. “Are you ok, Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah—” Tony coughs hard. He can feel gunk shifting in his lungs again. He needs to inhale, but his body’s so set on expelling air that he can’t take any in. The edge of his suit feels too tight around his neck.

“No, uh, ok, Mr. Stark. Hang on.” Peter grips Tony’s shoulder, which turns out to be a good thing. Tony’s knees start to buckle, but the kid pushes him backward against the wall. “Ok. Mr. Stark?”

“I’m fi—” Tony chokes out. “I just can’t…breathe.”

“Ok, ok,” Peter whispers frantically. “Just, um. Try a deep breath. In and out. Ok?”

Tony tries. Hacks. Mucous and spit turn sour in his throat, he gags up acid and cereal all over the kid’s boots. “Sorry,” he manages between coughs.

“No, hey, don’t worry about it. Come on, Mr. Stark, you gotta keep breathing.”

“Ok. Yeah…” Tony nods, which only makes him dizzier. He tips his head back against the wall, his chest rising and falling within the confines of his suit as he tries to swallow bile and suck in air.

“There you go. You’re ok, see?” Peter hazards a smile, though his eyes are still wide with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tony mutters on a labored breath. “I’m…It’s just a thing…”

“Huh? What kind of thing?”

“I have…a cold…and the, uh, arc reactor,” Tony blubbers, “It’s gone, but, you know, sometimes there’s permanent…” He breaks off, coughing weakly. “I’ll, uh… Tell you later.” He looks from the kid to the tower of rock trapping them against the wall of the tunnel. “I gotta…get us out of here.” Tony’s throat smarts, and every inch of his body trembles, though it’s mostly masked by his suit. He wonders if he’ll even be able to make a dent in the rubble without setting off another…episode.

“I’m ok. You should rest for a minute.” Peter taps his ear, and before Tony can stop him, the kid takes charge. “Hey, Nat?” he asks. “You ok out there?”

“Yeah, threat neutralized,” she says. The comm connection crackles, and Tony winces. “What about you guys?”

Peter glances at him. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re ok. We just, uh, might need some backup?” Tony glares at the kid and shakes his head.

“Actually, scratch that,” Peter says quickly. “We’re fine. We’ll be right out. Just need a minute to, uh, catch our breath.”

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spooky scramble

Word Count: 1977 Rating: PG 13 for language & cartoon violence

Summary: [yakety sax plays in the distance] Chapter Warnings: fire cw, residual destruction, lots and lots of swearing

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“Adrien, I need you to get away from Nino,” came a slightly muffled version of Marinette’s voice. Adrien jumped as it issued from his makeshift collar, barely suppressing a yelp. He was on edge enough as it was; this was pushing it.

“How far?” he whispered into the earring, lifting one paw off of Nino to press the button.

“Far enough that she’d have to use more than one move to blast you both.”

“You told Nino nobody was gonna get blasted!”

“I told Nino that if everything went well, you wouldn’t get blasted. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t prepare for a worse case scenario.”

“You mean worst case scenario?”

“No, because in the worst case scenario, we all die. I don’t really know how to plan for that—the necromancers are unconscious.”

“I take it back, don’t plan for the worst case scenario,” said Adrien, shuddering as his fur tried to stand on end. “It’s giving me the heebie jeebies.”

“The what now?”

“The heebie jeebies. The jitters. The creeps. The—”

“Stop,” Marinette interrupted with a groan. “I get it.”

“Do people not say heebie jeebies anymore?” he asked innocently.

“Did they ever say it to begin with?”

“Beats me. The aos sídhe love it, though.”

“Well, go love it someplace that isn’t Nino’s neck. We need better coverage.”

“You got it,” he agreed, laughing. He gave Nino’s jaw an affectionate headbutt, prompting the werewolf to stick out his tongue, and then leapt soundlessly to the floor.

When he wanted to be silent, Adrien could be silent.

He drifted under the walkways like a shadow, every pawstep taking him further from the comfort and safety of his friends. He felt simultaneously exposed and invisible, vulnerable to any attack and yet impossible to find in the first place.

Overhead, Alya had begun to work her magic (bother literal and figurative). From his position under one of the staircases, Adrien could see a flash of orange twisting out of the reach of what appeared to be hailstones, cackling insults in Alya’s voice.

The elemental—or whatever it was now—was shaking with rage, shrieking in a voice so high it hurt Adrien’s ears. She clutched a dark umbrella in one hand, and wherever she cast it, a type of precipitation formed and did as she bade.

“How dare you!” she screamed, hurling more hail at the illusion of Alya, which ducked and wove neatly out of the way, as if it were tangible. Adrien could only tell it wasn’t because it accidentally clipped through the railing a few times, like a bad video game.

‘Stormy Weather’ was too angry to notice.

“I’m owed that award!” she went on. “They don’t know what I’m capable of!”

“Oh, and you’re going to show them?” called Alya, rolling her eyes. “This isn’t you! You’re cheating!”

“Shut up!” shrieked Stormy Weather, hitting the entire wall with a gust of wind so strong the windows behind Alya shattered. Her illusion flickered, and Stormy Weather finally seemed to catch on, narrowed eyes latching onto the fake kitsune.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of either,” she hissed, “You’re teasing me!”

“You’re damn right I am!” said Alya, her tails waving behind her like banners. “You’re a joke! You couldn’t hit the ground if you turned into rain!”

Stormy Weather offered no reply, wheeling back towards the classroom they had been in when this had all started. Adrien could sense Alya’s magic just inside the door, and swallowed nervously—had Nooroo’s own tracking abilities transferred?

Her illusion hesitated, raising an arm to catch Stormy Weather’s attention, to no avail.

Adrien’s heart thudded in his ears.

Alya.

“Hey!” came a shout from above them.

Adrien and Stormy Weather looked up at the same moment, with drastically different reactions. Stormy Weather’s face contorted in a sour rage, while Adrien’s lit up in delight.

Overhead, Marinette hovered astride one of the brooms from the flight class, scowling down at the courtyard. Squatting behind her, perched like a gargoyle ready to pounce, Alix pulled faces at her fellow elemental with an eager aggression.

“What?” demanded Stormy Weather, raising the umbrella in front of her.

“You—you, um—”

“FUCK YOU!” Alix finished for Marinette, cupping her hands over her mouth to increase her volume. Stormy Weather howled, swinging the umbrella like a baseball bat.

Alix sprang to her feet, somehow maintaining her balance on the narrow broom, and swung her arms downward as if using a sledgehammer, summoning a huge burst of wind to counteract the wall of biting ice Stormy Weather had blown their way. The two gusts met just above the line of the roof with an enormous rumble, not unlike thunder, and Adrien felt his whiskers crackle under the magic.

Marinette held the broom steady with one hand, the other going to her ear.

“I think it’s safe to say that umbrella is the boon,” said the earring around his neck.

“Yeah, good call,” he sent back, eyes flickering from one elemental to the other as Alix and Stormy Weather traded blows.

Despite the majority of her attacks being deflected, there was a noticeable effect on the flying duo: It was getting cold up there.

Frost gathered around the tail of the broom, and even from the ground Adrien could see how red the girls’ noses were getting. Anxiously, he looked across the courtyard, meeting Nino’s frightened gaze.

What should I do? he mouthed to Adrien, shifting from one foot to the other, barely holding the change at bay.

Adrien shook his head, watching the scene unfold with a growing sense of dread. Marinette couldn’t communicate with any of them, steering the broom with both hands, so they were left to make their own plan.

When Alix almost got clobbered by an apple-sized hailstone when she had to take a break to sneeze, Nino sprang into action.

Swearing loudly, he raced into the center of the courtyard, waving his arms over his head and bouncing up and down to get Stormy Weather’s attention.

Slowly, so slowly, she turned to stare down at him with pale lavender eyes.

“You, uh—you shouldn’t—I—”

“You suck!” yelled his voice, though it seemed to be coming from where Adrien had last seen Alya’s illusion.

“What was that?” growled Stormy Weather, squinting down at him.

“You—you’re a big cheating cheater,” squeaked the real Nino, “who cheats!”

“I’ve never cheated!” she fumed.

“You’re cheating like, right now!” said Nino. Above them, Marinette slowly inched the broom to safety, nodding at Nino when he glanced nervously up at her. “I bet you couldn’t beat us without your fancy pants parasol!”

“This simply focuses my powers!” Stormy Weather protested, opening the umbrella like a shield in front of her.

“Yeah, sure,” said Nino, making a show of rolling his eyes. “Who told you that? The Mayor of Wrongsville?”

“No! Piseóg gave it to me!” said Stormy Weather. Adrien’s ears flicked forward.

Now that was interesting.

“Oh, sorry, is that the Mayor of Wrongsville? I’m behind the times, politically. Sort of got turned into a wolf last election season.”

“It’s none of your business!” she said hotly, raising the umbrella to strike. Nino gave a small eep! and scrambled back towards the cover of the balcony, but to no avail—Stormy Weather wasn’t aiming for him.

She blasted the floor beneath their feet, and a sheet of ice rolled across it, slinking beneath Nino’s feet and sending him sprawling backwards. He landed heavily on one hip.

“Ow!” he protested indignantly, scowling up at her.

Stormy Weather locked eyes with him, and raised her umbrella to strike.

There was a small ding! that echoed across the courtyard as four people got the same text message at once. Nino glanced away from Stormy Weather to his pocket. He looked back at her, held up a finger to indicate she should wait, and fished out his phone.

Stormy Weather gaped in deeply affronted silence, closing the umbrella with a snap, and wound up to swing as Nino began typing out a reply.

Ivan surged out of the shelter beneath the balcony, raising arms covered in fire in front of his face as he stepped between Nino and Stormy Weather. The torrent of hail she’d conjured collided with the flames with a loud hiss and an immediate cloud of steam that practically exploded off of Ivan.

Recoiling with a displeased hiss almost as loud as the steam’s, Stormy Weather propelled herself backwards across the courtyard, almost colliding with an icicle-coated basketball hoop in her haste to get away.

The steam spread itself evenly as Ivan’s warmth reached the ice-slick floor, cloaking the boys in a thick brume that disguised their retreat back under the walkways. Nino, who was being carried over Ivan’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, sent a jaunty wave Adrien’s way.

Adrien grinned in relief, sliding through the shallow puddles across the middle of the courtyard, shaking his paws with every soggy step. The steam was warm against his fur, but it clung unpleasantly and threatened to form drops of condensation on his whiskers.

“Oh!” said a soft voice above him, and he looked up at the gentle tone, expecting Marinette.

It wasn’t Marinette.

“A cat,” said Stormy Weather, softer than they’d heard her speak throughout the entire ordeal. She floated towards him slowly, the umbrella held slack in one hand, tantalizing close.

A second ding! sounded from every direction, as if heralding the figurative lightbulb that had just appeared over his head. The noise bolstered his courage; he had backup.

“Mrrow?” he called, letting his voice roll into an almost-purr as he delicately approached Stormy Weeather, where she drifted just out of reach about a third of the way down the court.

“Here, kitty,” she cooed, touching down and dropping into a crouch, holding her free hand out to Adrien. He approached slowly, hesitantly, sniffing at her fingers as if they might zap him at any moment.

Which, to be fair, they might.

Stormy Weather clucked encouragingly at him, reaching out to tentatively brush the side of his face with the palm of her hand. He leaned into the contact with a loud purr, arching his body so she got his back. Her hand was freezing, though fortunately not literally, and he tried to keep it along his spine where he could put up with it more.

As he wound his way around her knees, he saw her grip tighten ominously on the umbrella.

She suddenly stood, whirling despite Adrien’s yowl of protest, summoning a huge burst of freezing air at whoever had been sneaking up on her that Adrien hadn’t noticed to warn, and—

Juleka blinked in surprise, floating peacefully exactly where she’d been a moment before, none the worse for wear. Stormy Weather blinked back, obviously confused.

“Um,” Juleka said softly, pushing a lock of hair from her eyes and glancing Adrien’s way, “Marinette says, ‘now.’”

Adrien sprang immediately to his feet, surging back into his human form and snatching Stormy Weather’s umbrella from her gloved hands. She shrieked in shock and fury, wheeling on him instantly, but he danced away, breaking into a sprint as he turned and—

slammed heavily into the pavement as he slipped in one of the puddles.

His knees took the brunt of the impact, and he could feel the sting of loose gravel in one, his torn jeans sopping wet from the collision. His breath caught in pain, and he glanced over his shoulder to see a fuming Stormy Weather stalking towards him like she was the cat, and he was the prey.

He squeezed his eyes shut, hugging the umbrella to his chest, shielding it with his body, hoping he’d bought somebody enough time to do something—

There was a tremendous crash, and the ground shook beneath him, and everything grew still.

#clare's writing #spooky ml au #miraculous ladybug #[jazz hands]

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