Summary: Marinette has always wanted to
be a Princess, just like every little girl her age, but starts to doubt that
her wish will ever come true when a classmate tells her that she doesn’t even
look like one.
A/N: I blame this little comic here by @new-life-means-new-chances and the fact that I’ve had friends that have
experienced being told they don’t look like a “Disney Princess” while growing
up. Princesses come in any form and anyone can be one if they want to be.
see you around Princess.”
It was a bright and sunny day in Paris with
all the civilians getting ready to start the day on a good note. The classrooms
at Petite Académie Coccinelle were filled with children’s laughter as they all
went to go play with all the toys their classrooms provided.
Note: This is probably the most decent piece I’ve written in a long while. Super happy c: Enjoy!
Genre: Romance, AU, Friendship
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug
It was obvious to anyone within the vicinity of the girl that she had been stood up. It’s no high class—entire paycheck’s worth—, fancy restaurant, with exquisite lobster and expensive steak; but, at the same time, no run down fast food joint. Comfortable booths and polished tables, perfect lanterns and a light atmosphere—more like a family restaurant of sorts.
The girl—dressed in a cute, short sleeved red dress with a black sash around the waist and a matching black jacket, and little black flats—sat in a booth alone, stirring the straw to her pink lemonade around, the melted ice clinking against the crystal. Condensation dripped down the side of the medium sized glass, making a circled puddle of water on the tabletop. Sighing, the girl checked the time on her phone, only to place it back down after seeing her date was now two hours late. She honestly couldn’t see why she hadn’t left after the first hour; for some reason, she felt like staying…just in case.
The surrounding tables, full of either couples or families, watched in sympathy as the girl with the curled black pigtails sat alone, no smile on her face. Her waitress came around every twenty minutes, refilling her lemonade and suggesting the check, but every time she refused, saying she’ll just wait a little longer. Even if there’s no point.
“Marinette, hun, we’re closing in an hour,” Alya, her best friend and waitress, said with eyes full of pity. “Are you sure you don’t want the check?”
Marinette sighed, and checked her phone. “No, I know he’s not coming, but I don’t want to go home just yet,” Home, another place alone in the dark.
Alya sighed, shaking her head and walked away. She had tried telling Marinette the guy wasn’t good enough for her, that she would only get hurt. She didn’t want to admit she was right, because it meant Marinette’s sadness.
Marinette met the guy while visiting the Louvre again for the hundredth time living in Paris. He was sweet, offering to buy her lunch at the food market just down the road, after reciting interesting facts about each piece of artwork they passed in the monumental museum. They met up at the Eiffel Tower the next day, seeing as how the weekend had not ended yet, and he eventually asked her out for a date the following Friday—which was tonight, and he never showed up.
The sound of porcelain colliding with the wooden table brought Marinette’s attention to her right, where a small plate and a mug had been placed beside her lemonade. It appeared to be a brownie and a cup of hot chocolate. Marinette glanced up at the person responsible, assuming it was either Alya, trying to be a friend, or her date finally showing up. However, he was neither. A waiter; of muscular build and tan skin, blonde hair and holy moly—those were some green eyes.
“You look like you could use it,” he smiled, lips curving perfectly to melt Marinette’s heart.
“T-thank you,” Marinette blushed, twiddling her now nervous hands. “But I’m okay—,”
“It’s on me,” he insisted, pushing the brownie closer to her. “I hate seeing a sad expression on such a beautiful face,”
Marinette smiled and let out a small laugh. “Thank you,”
The waiter, Adrien (after reading the name tag pinned to his shirt), returned the smile, nodded, and left to tend to his other remaining tables.
Marinette unraveled the napkin containing her silverware, and dipped the fork into the brownie. The chocolate melted in her mouth, it was delicious. Definitely the perfect dessert to end such a pathetic night.
The second time someone stood her up, she wore a pastel pink poodle skirt with a white button up and a light green cardigan, adorned with white heels. Her black hair fell free from her everyday pigtails, curled in a small up-do, with pink barrettes. A new design from Marinette herself, fresh from the dress form.
She was scheduled to meet a guy for lunch from the university she attended, a fellow student from the graphic design class. He caught her one day walking about campus, and asked about her fashion designs. He had an assignment to create original characters and place them in an outrageous environment. His only issue, he couldn’t design outfits for the life of him. Once the two got talking, she agreed to commission him for a lunch date. Usually she left the date-asking for the other person, but this time she felt flirty and confident, must’ve been that new outfit she designed and was dying to try out. Low and behold, here she is, in the new outfit, alone. Again.
A mug and a plate, both filled with chocolate, nudged itself into her peripheral vision; Marinette glanced sideways to see Adrien trying to sneak the two onto her table while being jokingly discreet. Once he saw he had been caught, he jumped up, folding the tray behind his back and smirking.
“Ah, looks like the princess has caught her knight sneaking himself into her room late at night, whatever shall he do?” Adrien hummed his laughter.
“Leave the check with her and quit buying his princess chocolate,” Marinette laughed, but dug into the treat anyways.
“Ah, but you look much happier,” Adrien said, rolling on his heels. “I couldn’t disgrace my princess by allowing her to be so distraught.”
Marinette smiled, feeling instantly ten times better. “I’m used to it,”
“You shouldn’t,” Adrien responded in a low voice, but he had begun walking away, he couldn’t be sure if she heard him.
Fortunately for him, she had.
Her third date also failed to show, but Marinette couldn’t find it within her to care. She felt drawn to this place, something about it made any bad day turn into a better one. No, she didn’t care her dates stood her up, someone else always made it better.
“You could always say ‘no’,” her routine chocolate meal arrived, only this time, whip cream, cinnamon, and chocolate chips had been added to her hot cocoa. She glanced up at Adrien, questioningly. “Alya said you like it this way,”
“I do,” Marinette smiled, bringing the mug closer. The warm scent infiltrating her nose. “What’s this about saying 'no’?”
“Your dates, the people that ask you out,” Adrien said, slightly leaning on the table. “You can always tell them no, that would be better than saying yes and being left behind, right?”
Marinette scooped a small portion of whipped cream into her mouth, chewing the chip as well. “Maybe I like saying yes, because I know my night will end up happy anyways,” her eyes met his.
Adrien seemed to be pondering her words as he watched her. She dressed simple this time, a white patterned sweater and ripped jean shorts, with brown ankle boots. She left her hair down, curling all around her shoulders in a midnight wave. He didn’t understand, who in their right mind would ditch a date with his beautiful princess?
He felt angry. There she was, sitting by herself—again—in the same booth she picked out every time she came here with a supposed “date”. She looked adorable, gorgeous, beautiful. He couldn’t pick one.
He made up his mind, he was going to give her the date she deserved. His shift ended in five minutes, and he thankfully brought a change of clothes with him. Changing, he snuck into the kitchen without Marinette spotting him, and made his routine meal for her, only doubled. Carrying the tray of goods, he walked out onto the floor in casual, civilian clothing. Blue jeans, a white tank top, and a short sleeved black button up, leaving the buttons undone. He set the tray on the table, watching in amusement as she jumped, and startled, watched as he presented their meal on the table, before taking a seat across from her. He folded his arms on the table and smiled at her still shocked expression.
“W-what is this?” she asked, placing her phone down and cupping her mug.
“I hate watching you sit here alone without a date, so tonight, I’m yours,” he said, feeling bold.
She blushed, lifting the cup to her mouth, she mumbled, “I didn’t have a date,”
Adrien blinked. “Excuse me?”
Marinette sipped her drink and set the cup down. “Tonight I actually didn’t have a date. I just felt like coming here,” she hesitated, “I just like seeing you,”
Adrien stared, then erupted in laughter. “I never caught your name,”
“It’s Marinette,” she smiled. Something about her intrigued him, he couldn’t stay away.
“Adrien,” he replied, but he guessed she already knew that. He does work here after all. “So, after this you want to take a stroll with me around Paris?”
Summary: It’s father’s day in Konoha, and everybody knows it.
Notes: Wow okay I wrote this in one day so yeah, that’s a thing.
Pairing: Narudad, Slight Naruhina
The day started out as any other. 4:30a.m. and the alarm clock
goes off. The blaring red light of the clock was shining over his face, shielding
the profile of his wife.
Smacking his hand down on the clock, he turns off the alarm and
slithers out of his bed, making sure not to wake his wife. Gently he opens
bathroom door, wincing at the slight creak it makes, and then closes it to
Twenty minutes go by before he reemerges, hairs slightly wet,
clean shaven, and face brighter than before. He puts on his clothes and
finishes drying his hair before leaning down to kiss his wife goodbye.
“Hfmguddy” She mumbles, still asleep.
“You too, sweetheart. Tell the kids I love them.”
“Iil” She said.
He swipes her hair out of her face before leaving the room for
the day, knowing he wouldn’t return until later that evening.
He makes his way down the hallway of their upstairs, passing
their youngest’s room. It wasn’t a surprise to him that she wasn’t there, half
the time she wasn’t. Instead he continued past the hallway bathroom to their
The two of them were snuggled up next to each other, but still
seemed to be as far away from each other as possible in that one bed. He
smirked at the sight of them, feeling it summed up their relationship
perfectly, how the two of them could love each other so much yet never show it.
(At least the eldest didn’t show it.) He bent down and kissed them both
goodbye, making sure not to wake either one.
Before he left his house for the day, he grabbed his robe,
draping it over his shoulders.
Your Barista for the Day: 1. Super awesome and fun <3 2. Single ready to mingle (*>◡ó*) 3. Makes the best coffee in the morning ;)
Recommended: Giving him your number
You stared at the tacky sign posted up in front of the store. How in the world could someone ever write something that weird? And why in the world would anyone fall for something like—
“Ne, ___, let’s go here!” Your friend grinned with twinkling eyes after she noticed the signboard. Never mind. You reluctantly followed her in and she instantly bounded over to the counter. Your friend was peppy and always so happy and you wondered how you were always with her sometimes. She instantly started flirting with the admittedly cute barista.
He had messy black hair with soft blue eyes. Wow, that was one hell of a combination. Funnily enough, he first greeted your friend with the goofiest of looks before putting on the charm and man, his charm game was strong. He gave her his most seductive look and the sexiest of smirks. You might’ve felt your heart beat loudly with his changes. Nope, don’t do it. Don’t fall for him.
Your friend already seemed interested in him enough anyway. His name was Takao apparently and he was the main barista at that specific café. When his eyes moved to you, you saw a twinkle of excitement and you frowned. “And what can I get you both today?”
“ An AU where Lily and James live to see their son off to Hogwarts. Seven September 1sts in the lives of Lily, James and Harry.” I really like this version of the “Jily lives AU”, since it focuses on one day for each year of Harry’s Hogwarts time. Lovely!
A really fun music AU of the Marauders as a boy band and Lily as a singer/songwriter. It’s from a reporter’s perspective, which is a really cool point of view. Super fun read, and I’m anxiously waiting for it to be continued!
This is the most adorable AU about awkward Jily. The third chapter is a continuation of the first, while the second is a stand-alone. Lily ends up hiding from a tornado with a slightly frustrated stranger, and then finds it hard to avoid him.
Since the NaruSaku fandom has been pretty down lately with some people who love picking on us I decided to put together a list of some nice fluffy NaruSaku stories ^^ hope you guys enjoy
NaruSaku Love Story : Ratings: K Word Count: 1k Status: Complete Summary: Naruto and Sakura have known each other for a long time. Will Naruto end up with the love of his life? Quick one shot. Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto.
Restart: Ratings: Teen Word Count: 47k Status: On-going Summary: Revolutions, bending of time, creation of life, and the fall of happiness. Does war ever end for those known as Shinobi? [Time travel] [Includes Minato, Kushina, the Uchiha clan, etc.] [Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi time travel]
Motherly Instincts: Ratings: K+ Word Count: 4k Status: On-going Summary: Because mothers know best. — NarutoSakura
The Notebook: Ratings: Teen Word Count: 6k Status: Complete Summary: Did you ever miss someone that you never seen before? A notebook help the two to know each other and one day, they met. But something happens…One-shot…
Until it’s Gone: Ratings: Mature Word Count: 25k Status: On-going Summary: Sakura found a way to go back, back to a time when there were twelve fresh Genin that all got far in the Chunin Exams, and back to a time where the one she loves is still alive. With her knowledge of the future, Sakura will go to great lengths to make sure that the love of her life survives all of the challenges pushed his way. NaruSaku M for future content.
Was, Is and Always: Ratings: Teen Word Count: 11k Status: On going Summary: I loved you. I love you. I’ll love you. NaruSaku One-shots
Fated: Ratings: Mature Word Count: 8k Status: On-going Summary: Naruto is a scientist at a chemical testing lab. One night he hears noises that lead him to meet a girl. A pink haired girl. She can’t speak or make words. What will Naruto do? What will this lead him too. Was meeting this girl have deeper meaning then he knows. NaruSaku (image by Hikari-Chan)
Stolen Dance: Ratings: K+ Word Count: 769 Status: Complete Summary: And as the minutes passed, he grew tired of watching her sit there alone. NaruSaku AU one-shot
It Is What It Is: Ratings: Teen Word Count: 3k Status: On going Summary: things were unresolved between the two and now must be confronted. This is for all the NaruSaku fans who were feeling devastated, I dedicate this to you guys! Semi-OOC and somewhat canon. This is an alternate ending for NaruSaku fans ONLY.
You’ll be Alright: Ratings: Teen Word Count: 1k Status: COmplete Summary: no matter how many times he cried out for them, it felt like he was all alone. Total AU. No flaming please! NaruSaku one-shot.
Treasure: Ratings: Mature Word Count: 87k Status: On-going Summary: That fateful day, two things were blatantly made clear: Sakura Haruno was now officially attracted to Naruto Uzumaki, and she had no freaking idea how to deal with it.
The Jinchuuriki Covenant: Ratings: Mature Word Count: 42k Status: On-going Summary: Haruno Sakura is the new girl in school. She finds herself falling for the schools curse, Uzumaki Naruto. The peace is shattered when an evil organization rises to capture her. Her only hope is the man she is falling for. Saku is jinchuuriki. Naru/Saku
Can You Say Daddy?: Ratings: K Word Count: 601 Status: Complete Summary: “Can you say daddy Minato?” Naruto childishly asked. “Momma,” his child replied. Naruto shook his head “No, daddy.” NaruSaku, Enjoy the Fluff. One-shot
Title:Snowfire Ship: Manorian Rating: K Word Count: 1228
The tall man smiled as he
said the price, an outrageous amount for some, but Manon expected the number,
prepared for it. “I assure you, my lady, this is of my finest brood. The best I
have bred in all my years.”
The Blackbeak merely
raised her eyebrows, watching what was being offered with a critical eye. “You
must understand why I want only the best,” she explained as she continued the
The man bowed. “She will
be ready to breed after about a year.”
Manon went over the price
again, making sure this was what she was looking for. “May I?”
The seller stepped back
as Manon crouched, expertly hiding her twitch when the puppy went right to her.
It was the largest of the brood, of the strongest and purest line of herding
dogs. A deep white and gray in color, with a pink nose and a tail that did not
The man chuckled. “She
likes you.” The witch picked up the dog, checked its paws and ears, stomach and
tail. All the while the puppy was happily panting, going so far as to lay on
its back for a belly rub. After another look over, Manon nodded to herself.
“I will take her.” As the
money was exchanged, Manon spoke again. “Does she have a name?”
“Not officially, we
usually leave that to the owners, but my little boy called her Snowfire.”
Prompt: Hinata overhears Naruto talking to some flowers
They were words that he knew existed apart from each other. He
used ‘I’m’ practically every hour. And pregnant was something that was tossed
around him, but he would rarely say it.
But for his wife to be standing in front of him, saying those
two words to him were something he would have never imagined even in his
But sure enough, she said them.
And sure enough, he started to cry.
His tears were joyous as he hugged her. Embracing her tiny
frame, which he knew would start growing very soon, he kept whispering words of
thanks and some questions. Well, more than some, actually he whispered a lot of
questions. But at the end of the day he couldn’t keep his hands away from her
A really fun music AU of the Marauders as a boy band and Lily as a singer/songwriter. It’s from a reporter’s perspective, which is a really cool point of view. Super fun read, and I’m anxiously waiting for it to be continued!
Request: Can you do one where Reid and the reader are set
up on a date?
Notes: Okay, so in order to preserve just a bit of the mystery, which I think is the best part, I left out a bit from the request. The full request is at the bottom of the fic. No triggers though, I promise, just fluff! And I really enjoyed this prompt! Like a lot. It was super fun! :D I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Tell me what you think!
Also, I’m backed up on asks. Real life is getting busy. I’ll try to get to them soon!
Request: I know you’re probably swamped with requests but when you have time could you maybe do an imagine set during tst where Newt and the rest of the group get separated from the reader when a bunch of cranks attack and when they re-unite Newt admits his feelings for the reader and it’s really sweet and full of fluff??
A/N: I really wanted to do this one, just because it was the first Scorch Trials one and I wanted to start off with one of those. The next one wont be Newt because I feel like that’s all I'm writing, and as I LOVE Newt and could write imagines about him forever, I know that he isn’t EVERYONE’S favourite character so I’ll start writing more of some other characters, but I’m still gonna write loads of Newt so ya ok, here you go guys!
**SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR TST**
“Let’s split up and look for supplies.” Thomas suggested as everyone was standing in the clothing store that was made into a somewhat make-shift bunker. By the looks of things, people used to live in here. “(Y/n), Minho, you’re with me. See what you guys can find lying around here okay?” You and Minho nodded. You looked over at Fry, Winston, Teresa and Newt giving them all looks before you followed Minho out of the store. You didn’t miss the look on Newt’s face. He didn’t have a good feeling about this and neither did you.
“Killian, how fast can you make it down to the docks?” Emma asked without so much as a “hello” when he answered his phone.
She had worked the overnight shift at the Sheriff’s station and was due home shortly. Killian had spent a restless night until he gave up on sleep completely. He never slept well without Emma to anchor him to the here and now, and before she called, he lay in bed watching a thick fog roll in from the ocean outside his window.
Suspecting the weather had something to do with Emma’s call from the waterfront, Killian asked, “Is something the matter, love?”
“I don’t know…just…well, you’ll see when you get here, and then maybe you can tell me?”
“Aye, I’ll be there straight away.”
He pressed the “end” button and placed the phone on the side table. He’d rarely heard Emma sound so conflicted when it came to her job, and he wondered what strange thing was defying explanation now. This town was many things, but boring was not one of them. Cleaning up and dressing quickly, Killian hurried out the door and over the few blocks to the waterfront.
The dampness from the fog clung to him, beading up on his hook. Killian gave a fleeting thought to all the times he’d been at sea mired in a heavy mist such as this. An exemplary sailor could maneuver through it in an emergency, albeit reluctantly, but reason dictated the safer course was ceasing activity altogether and waiting for the woolen clouds to lift. Sound carried in strange and unsettling ways—some noises echoing in all directions—causing inexperienced crews to lose their bearings in confusion. In especially long instances of dense fog, with frayed nerves increasing among the men, more than one new sailor would take a shot into the gray, sure he’d seen or heard an enemy ship off the port bow. Without fail the result would generally be extra duties for the waste of ammunition or a flogging for a second offense.
He could see a small crowd gathering on the adjacent beach, some pointing toward the water and others shaking their heads. He spotted Emma, finally, leaning against the railing of the boardwalk near a local fish market and jogged over to her.
“Swan?” he huffed as he approached.
She turned at the sound of his voice and gave him a thin-lipped smile that was not the heartwarming greeting he’d been hoping for. She looked…bewildered and tense.
Killian shook his head and frowned. “What is it, love? You look troubled.”
“Yeah, you could say that,” she answered as she turned again towards the bay. She nodded toward the open sea, where the fog was shifting and trying to break apart in some areas. “I got a few calls this morning from some fishermen and dockhands who said they saw a ship out there.”
He shrugged, still puzzled. “What of it? I’m sure lots of ships come in and out of the harbor.”
Emma turned her head and looked him squarely in the eyes. “Yeah, but none of them are your ship,” she said, her concern finally breaking through her own confusion.
Request: Hello! Since you’re
asking for more Hotch requests and I freaking love him! Can I just have
something really fluffy and sweet? Like what would your guys’ morning routine
be like if you’re dating? Or maybe what he’d be like on your guys’ wedding day?
Something really sweet pleaseeee~
Here’s a Manorian fic from Abraxos’ point of view~ Title: Wyvern Ship: Manorian Rating: K Word Count: 1096
Abraxos opened his eyes
and the first thing he did was stretch, his wings opening up while he yawned
widely. For a moment, the wyvern lay his head back down, enjoying how the fresh
hay felt under his head. But then he was shaking himself, getting up and
walking toward the water well in the middle of the aerie.
He greeted a few of the
other wyverns with head bobs and soft snarls, banging heads with one of the
bulls and giving the sky blue female that slept on the stable next to him a
soft purr. The only wyvern at the well stepped back as soon as he was spotted
and Abraxos grunted his thanks. As alpha, Abraxos’ needs came first. No wyvern
challenged him, though it was still a relief to have the aerie relatively
empty, as most of the pack were out with their riders.
When he finished
drinking, Abraxos flapped his wings, preparing them for the possible flight
ahead, showing off how they shimmered in the morning light to the other
wyverns. Feeling pride inundate him.
The smallest of the
wyverns in the aerie turned his head to the doors at the back, and if he could
smile, it would be the widest to ever exist. With a jump and shake, Abraxos
bounded toward the back part of the wide aerie, his tail swishing as he
An AU where Lily and James live to see their son off to Hogwarts. Seven September 1sts in the lives of Lily, James and Harry.” I really like this version of the “Jily lives AU”, since it focuses on one day for each year of Harry’s Hogwarts time. Lovely!