Ladybug cradled her arm to her chest and bit back a sob of pain.
It had been a mistake.
She should have been smart, she should have waited for Chat to arrive. He was the melee fighter, not her. As much as it killed her sometimes to watch him dive in head first, there was no denying that there was a logic to their partnership. He was designed to take the brunt of the damage while she was supposed to be the attacker.
She had never really put a lot of thought into how much protection the suit could give her. She had never needed to before.
She heard the hurried sound of footsteps darting into the alley behind her, but she didn’t know if she had it in her to run away.
She would know that voice anywhere. He was the reason she was cowering here in the first place.
“Ladybug are you ok?” Adrien said, his breath coming hard and fast from his sprint to chase after her.
She didn’t say anything, tears trailing down her cheeks as she continued to clutch at her injured arm.
She was a failure.
The footsteps stopped and she could feel him drop to the ground behind her.
“Ladybug?” Adrien said again, placing his hand hesitantly on her shoulder.
A choked sob of pain, and exhaustion, and shame forced its way out of her throat and she huddled down further. He shouldn’t see her like this. No one should ever see her like this. She was supposed to be a hero, not a sad, broken girl who literally almost let her infatuation get her killed.
She felt Adrien pull his hand back as if he had been burned, and then hear him shift around so that he was kneeling in front of her.
“Hey, it’s ok,” he said tenderly, “it’s going to be ok.” He reached up and gently brushed her bangs away from her face and she couldn’t resist the pull of his gaze. His smile was kind and calm, but his eyes shone with worry. “Please,” he begged softly, “talk to me.”
“Adrien,” she sobbed, sagging forward into his arms.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he soothed, holding he;2r loosely so as not to jostle her injury. “How badly are you hurt, do you need to go to a hospital?”
She shook her head, seeking comfort in his embrace. “No, I can’t. The Akuma-”
“Can wait,” he interrupted. “What matters right now is are you ok?” He pulled away from her slightly, his hands coming to cradle her face.
“I’m… I’m ok, but I think my arm is broken.”
He nodded pulling off his overshirt and wrapping it around her to make a makeshift sling.
“Don’t drop your transformation, it will be worse for you if you do. Luckily it will all be good as new once you use your powers. It shouldn’t be too hard to get the akuma back to you.”
“I need to call Chat,” she said fumbling for her yo-yo, but Adrien grabbed her hand and held her still.
“He already knows, just relax. We need to get you somewhere safer than this.”
A fresh round of tears burned down her cheeks.
“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” she cried, burying her face into his tee-shirt.
“What are you talking about? You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I do I failed!”
“What are you talking about? You are a hero, you saved me.”
“And I was so caught up in trying to impress you that I almost got myself killed! Or worse! I could have lost my miraculous! And now I don’t even know if I can fight. I’m letting down everyone! You, Chat-”
“Hey,” he interrupted, “you haven’t let down anyone. Least of all me.”
She let out a small gasp as he wiped the tears away from her eyes. She felt herself flush under the weight of his smile, his thumbs reverently tracing along her cheeks.
“You… you were trying to impress me?” he asked breathlessly.
“I… well I…” the words died in her throat as he leaned closer, his eyes boring into hers, “yes,” she whispered.
“Why would you do that?” he murmured, his lips pausing just a hair’s breadth away from her own.
“Because.. Because I-” she leaned in the rest of the way. Everything faded except for the glorious sensation of his mouth moving against hers, his hands still cupping her face, holding her as if terrified that she would disappear. He tasted like chocolate and mint and cream, like a rich drink that you just want to savor as it warms you. He nibbled hesitantly on her lower lip and she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the feel of him. He pressed forward, one arm wrapping around her back and she broke away with a cry of pain, her arm trapped between them.
“Sorry! I’m sorry,” he stammered, awkwardly petting her upper arm. “This problem isn’t the right time for… well…” he coughed, his face going scarlet.
He stood and helped her to her feet as well. “We should get you someplace safe and deal with that akuma.” He began leading her out of the alley and back towards the main street towards a familiar cafe. He put an arm around her shoulder and she couldn’t resist leaning her head against him as he guided her into the small shop. It wasn’t until he was settling her down into a chair by the shops fire, the various staff and patrons whispering excitedly at her presence, that his words actually registered.
“I thought you said Chat was dealing with the akuma?” she asked, confused.
“He’s been a little preoccupied,” Adrien laughed nervously, “but I think it’s time he got to work on fetching a butterfly for you, don’t you think My Lady?”
“Adrien?” she gasped, eyes going wide as she stared at him.
He smiled- wide, and happy, and just a little sheepish. He brought her fingertips to his lips and gave them a delicate kiss.
“We’ll talk when I get back,” he said with a wink, the turned and hurried out.
The shop emptied out not long after Bucky had left, as if it
was giving up already. I locked the
door, and tidied up slowly, finding myself patting some of the books as if in
apology at what they might be facing next.
I fed Steve, and gave her an extra pet too, as much for my own comfort
as mine. If I wasn’t going to be coming
back here, I was going to have to face up to the mess of my own life. I’d been
putting it off under the guise of helping James, but an empty flat, no job and
no friends was all waiting for me to deal with.
I put the biscuit tin and notebook out on the desk, so I
could show Bucky that I was being honest, then packed up my painting things,
putting everything in a bag by the door. I couldn’t settle to reading anything,
being too distracted to concentrate so eventually I sat myself down in one of
the chairs in the shop with a sketchbook and pencil, and started to
sketch. I drew Steve, sitting on a pile
of books, thinking it might be nice for James to have in hospital – or wherever
it was he ended up, if he couldn’t come home.
I sniffed a few times and had to wipe my eyes, then cursed myself for
Just after six, I heard a knock at the door, and on
unlocking it, found Bucky outside. He
was carrying a suitcase, and a bottle of wine, and his face looked softer than
it had done earlier. He had bags under his eyes, and I wondered how far he’d
flown today before getting to the hospital.
Summary: A fluffy Elucien florist AU (with some angst because Lucien is at least 35% angst at all times) Length: 8.5k Rating: Teen and Up Read it on AO3 Notes: This was originally written for @acotarshipweek‘s Elucien week prompt: Florist AU. Sorry about it being two months late. Elain’s date dress is based off @meabh’s infamous Elucien drawing. Thank you to my lovely beta, @merflk. Thank you also to @rileylefae who put up with me screaming at her about this fic at all times the past two months while she was sleeping or at work, and for fateful discussions about biker!Lucien. Love you, darling.
Elain had almost finished her botany homework when the bell on the door jingled, alerting her to a customer. She quickly slid the diagrams of plants underneath the counter, and put on the pleasant smile she wore when anyone was looking.
Whoever the customer was, they took their time through the little florist’s shop, looking at the candles and potpourri and fake bouquets towards the front of the store. She heard a quiet “shit,” in a masculine voice, cut off just as quickly as it began, as if he felt he shouldn’t swear in such a place. It was then that she leaned against the counter, already knowing who she’d be dealing with.
Elain loved her job at this quiet shop, surrounded by flowers. The owner was an older woman who was too ancient at this point to do much, and so Elain worked long hours around her college classes, doing her homework when there was no one there, essentially running the place. It was quite apparent the owner was grooming Elain to take over when she retired, and Elain was delighted at the prospect. Though she was here for the flowers, the customer service side of things could be surprisingly interesting. She delighted in seeing the messages that were attached to the extravagant bouquets they delivered, loved to see the stories that came attached to sunflowers or orchids or roses and baby’s breath. A disappointing amount stoked the fire that burned in her chest when she thought about the horribleness of the human race (“sorry I forgot your birthday” “sorry I forgot our fiftieth anniversary” “sorry I got drunk and slept with your twin because I thought it was you”); the real gems were those that made her heart melt, surprisingly few and far between (“Happy Birthday!” “Congratulations!” “I love you”). Having taken numerous orders, she was used to certain customer-types, could guess with accuracy which category their message would fall into. A man that swore inside a florist’s, wandering around awkwardly as if he didn’t want to face the worker? Definitely the first.
But she almost wished she could be wrong as he came into sight.
Red hair, bright as a flame, just long enough to run her fingers through. A finely boned face she never wanted to stop looking at. A body cut enough to mean he exercised, while not being so built it meant he exercised for his looks. Wearing khaki slacks and dress shoes and a light blue button down with sleeves pushed up, leaving his muscled forearms on display. Most striking was the ragged scar that stretched from above his eye down to one cheek, through a golden eye made of glass. If anything, it only enhanced his beauty.
She might have drooled a little before she shook herself back to the present. A boy that pretty, dressed that preppy? Definitely apologizing for a stupid, gross mistake that’s he’s not really sorry for.
He finally wandered over to the counter, wiping a bead of bright red blood off his thumb. He must have touched one of the roses by the front, thinking it was fake, before finding its thorns very real. “Hello,” he said. “I’m looking to purchase a bouquet.”
“Did you have a specific one in mind?” she asked, trying to keep her voice normal.
He hesitated before admitting, “no.” She laughed to herself over his discomfort over being at a florist’s.
She stepped out from behind the counter, beginning to walk around the store and show him their different flowers, their different bouquet styles. “May I ask the occasion?”
He grimaced. “My best friend recently got into kind of a big fight with his girlfriend. He asked me to get a bouquet he could bring to her to help patch things up.”
She blinked. Someone not even picking out their own apology flowers was a new low.
“Well,” she continued smoothly, the light shining from this man like that of heaven itself suddenly dimming. Who thought picking out apology flowers for your friend was okay? “How big is ‘big’?”
“Big,” he said, his voice suddenly sad. “We’re prepared to spare no expense.”
“May I suggest one of our larger bouquets then?”
He hadn’t been lying about how much he was willing to spend, and it didn’t take much convincing for him to purchase a monstrosity of calla lilies and freesias and ferns worth more then her weekly wage.
Yep, she thought as she rung him up. Rich and preppy and expensive and an asshole. Not going to happen.
She gave him a bright smile. “Would you like to fill out the card with your message?” She slid the little pink piece of cardstock over to him.
“Oh, uh, I think my friend should do that. Can I take it with me then bring it back when I pick the bouquet up to have you attach it?”
She blinked. “We do have a delivery service if you would prefer.”
“No,” he said. “My friend wanted to deliver them to her himself.”
“Well then, it should be ready in a couple of days. Could I have a number to call when it’s ready for pick up?”
He gave it, then left. Elain spent the rest of her shift trying to calm her racing heart.
G Dragon/Jiyong: You were slightly terrified as to what his reaction would be. You two had been together for a while and you had talked about the possibility of moving forward in your relationship. But ‘baby’ was skipping a step in your conversation.
“You’re pregnant?” he questioned, not thinking he heard you right.
“Yes…” you replied, “Doctor confirmed it today.”
It was silent for a minute and you were just about to get ready to leave when a smile broke out on his face. “I’m gonna be a dad….”
T.O.P./Seunghyun: It was never really the “right time” for you and Senghyun to start a family, what with traveling with BIGBANG and then upcoming military service. But staring down at the stick in your hand, it seemed whether you liked it or not the “right time” had chosen you.
*knock knock* The bathroom door opened and Seunghyun popped his head in with a concerned look on his face. “Y/N you’ve been in here an awefully long time are you…..is that what I think it is?”
“I’m pregnant Seunghyun,” you said in a quiet voice. You thought at first he might upset by the news because he already had so much on his plate but seeing the grin appear on his face proved other wise.
“That’s amazing jagiya…it looks like we’re going to have to do some high chair shopping.”
Taeyang/Youngbae: Forget the interview where he said either he or Jiyong would be parents “by accident”. You and him had actually been trying for a while and getting confirmation several pregnancy tests and the doctor you couldn’t wait to tell him.
Running down the halls of YG you finally made it to the practice room that Youngbae said he would be in that day. You walked in and saw he was practicing for his next show and when he saw you he smiled. “So what did the doctor say?”
“I’M PREGNANT!!!” you yelled, jumping up and down.
He looked at you for a second then dramatically started to fan himself. “Whew, thank god. Babe, I know I do this for a living but all those excessive body rolls and hip thrusts were really taking a lot outta me.”
“Youngbae!” you said as you hit his shoulder.
He smiled before he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m so happy, babe.”
Daesung: Out of all the the guys I think that Daesung would probably have the happiest reaction to being told he was going to be a father.
He was taking a break from dress rehearsal so you decided it would a good time to tell him the exciting news from your doctor’s appointment. “Being lazy again, I see.” you joked, looking down at him as he laid on the stage.
“Jagiya! I thought you had a doctor’s appointment, what are you doing here?” he questioned, looking up at you with a smile.
“I already had it…and I have some good news….you’re going to be a father,” you said.
He was silent for a couple seconds letting the news soak in and then the smile spread back across his face. “Looks like litte D-Lite deserves a job well done,” he said, through a fit of laughter.
“Oh my god,” you said, facepalming.
Seungri: As soon as you gave him the news he couldn’t wait to tell his hyungs. In hindsight it was a good idea, ya know, share the news….get pats on the back…have the guys throw out name ideas. But in reality it opened the door to the guys teasing the maknae.
“Congrats Seungri,” Taeyang said as he put his arm over his shoulder, “But you do know what this means…”
“I’m going to be a father?” Seungri questioned, not sure where this was going.
“Yes…but you know how you thought Y/N was scary during her time of month? Now think of that, times ten, for nine months,” he replied, “The crying and the mood swings and you being to blame for everything…..”
Seungri gulped at the thought of all this. But for all the teasing that the guys gave him after he first told them they did take him out for drinks for a real congratulations.
a muggle scorose au written by my love @ehffervescent. rated T? for language etc.
Scorpius Malfoy doesn’t particularly want to leave his apartment, the one bed, one bath with mahogany hardwood floors and granite counters and a jacuzzi shower, but he has to because he’s practically disowned after he screwed the daughter of his dad’s business partner and money is tight.
He can’t find an apartment that fits his needs, and one night in an inebriated state he emails a chick about sharing an apartment and the next day he’s waking up with a wicked hangover and he’s apparently sharing an apartment with one Rose Weasley.
He stalks her on Facebook for two hours the day before he moves in. He doesn’t doubt that she’s doing the same. She’s cute, with hair that’s a mass of fierce red curls that always makes a crown around her face. She’s got big eyes and full cheeks. She has lots of friends, if the endless stream of photos in her albums mean anything. She wears pea coats and sweaters and skirts and black knee high socks and booties, and she’s cute.
Scorpius really hopes that she likes silence and red wine.
Rose hates red wine. To be fair, she’s never tried red wine, but she despises it on principle, at least that’s what she tells him when he pulls a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon 1943 out of his suitcase.
“How can you hate red wine on principle?” says Scorpius, exasperated. He’s trying to hide the red wine from Rose’s glare and crossed arms.
“It’s the implications,” says Rose, her voice lofty and she throws her hair behind her shoulder. “Red wine promotes systematic elitism.”
Scorpius doesn’t know whether to laugh or scoff or break down. He ends up sticking the red wine back into his suitcase and shuts himself into his room. His bed doesn’t even have bed springs.
a/n: Because we
all need a little more fluff in our lives. Lots of fandoms have these
headcanons, so why not KBTBB? Oh, this is assuming that the bidders are in a
relationship with the MC.
He’s not very touchy-feely, but if he ever feels
jealous or threatened, he’d suddenly be all over her proximity, with his hand
on her waist, not-so-subtly showing the interloper just who she belongs to.
He finds it cute that she apologizes a lot, but
he would rather hear her say “thank you” than “I’m sorry”.
He would never ever let her pay for anything, be it a date or a present.
He finds it too troublesome to tell her that he
loves her since he assumes his actions are enough proof of his feelings for her.
However, he finds himself saying it more often lately, probably because he
knows it’s a real turn-on for her…
He’s very prone to acting territorial and
possessive, not because of insecurity, but because he needs assurance that she
won’t ever leave him because he’d never
Eisuke almost never cries, but when he does, she’s
the only person he’d ever allow to see him in that state.
He often wakes up before she does, so he can
silently tell her his true feelings while stroking her hair; he’d never do that
if she were awake.
He likes eating her homemade cooking, but he
still wouldn’t eat green peas even if she cooked them for him. Haha, you
He has a bad habit of not explaining the reasons
behind his actions, so he comes off as an asshole 90% of the time. Seeing how
much she hates it, he’d secretly try to get rid of this habit.
He’s not good at comforting others, but if
he ever sees her sad, he’d go to extreme lengths to cheer her up (an impromptu
dinner at another country, a designer-brand shopping spree, a helicopter ride
across the Tokyo skyline— you name it, he’ll do it). He’d also hunt down the
bastard who made her sad and make him pay.