spreading charm

Energy Cleansing!

Originally posted by jeunetrentenaire

Energy Cleansing Through Cleaning!

Have you been feeling down? Too tired to get up and do things. Or that no matter how much normal witch-y cleansing you do, there is always something going on? Well, from my experiences, running around with a broom or vacuum smacking those dirt away really helps!

Here are some ways I clean up the energies in my house. If you have any additions add them on! I’d love to hear them and I’m sure others would love it too!

Vacuuming - Oh the smell of a room after it’s been vacuumed. Cleaner but also a little empty. Vacuuming is a good “lets whip the slate clean of everything”. It sucks up the energies in your home leaving it clean and blank.  After a good vacuuming is a perfect time to do some home blessings and protections!

Sweeping - Banishing! Now go go go, the broom shrieks as you brush away dirt and old leaves. Sweeping is a perfect way to banish energies. Not suck them up and get ride of them. Oh no, banish them. Forcibly remove them from your place cuz those nastiest aren’t allowed to stay around. You can also put charms on the broom so it lays down goodness as it banishes the not so good stuff.

Window Cleaning - Opening the mind to inspiration and clear thinking. Whipping away the muck from the windows allows the home to be charged and energy flow in smoothly. It also can bring in more inspiration and clearer intuition. 

Cleaning The dishes - Time to help harmony move around. Spreading love and charm with eat spoon, plate, and bowls. Allowing fulfillment of the stomach and the soul! Wipe away the muck of the day, and bring in time to for better days!

That’s all I can think of right now. But all of these simple things are great ways to move away from the past and start a fresh slate. After or while you clean is a perfect time to light some warm comfy smells. Good luck with you happy cleansing!

I’m on a bit of a Batdad kick and I’m trying to write stories that focus on Bruce bonding with his kids. This one is Bruce and Cass bonding. I hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: Bruce takes Cass to a ballet 

Rating: G

Words: 3k (ish)

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Bruce adjusted his tie, straightening it in his mirrored image before he reached into his jacket pocket to make sure the ballet tickets were still in his pocket. With how much funding he gave the theater they were more for appearance than an actual requirement, but they felt important all the same. He pulled his coat back into place and checked the tie one more time before a voice called his attention to the door.

Cass stood frowning at him. “We will be late.”

Bruce turned to smile at her, undaunted by his daughter’s apparent impatience. “Alfred is a fast driver; I think we can spare another minute or two. What do you think about this tie?” he asked his tone teasing.

Cass ignored his jab and stalked forward, “No messing around, not tonight.” she was stern as she pushed him from behind, out the door and down the hall.

When she reached the stairs she paused to move next to Bruce and hooked her arm through his own and continued to pull him down. Bruce let her drag him the whole way, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He loved the bright eager impatience pushing her feet to make sure they made it on time.

They were just passing the living room and Dick, when he leapt to his feet and darted in front of them both, camera in hand.

“Move.” Cass told him.

Her hands went to her hips, dragging Bruce closer in the process, since their arms were still locked. Cass didn’t seem like she was going to change poses soon so he stepped over to relieve the pressure, and looked to Dick. His oldest was shaking his head.

“I want at least one picture. Alfie’s not here to take it, so you’re stuck with me.”

Cass crossed her arms and frowned at him for a moment. Then she went to push past him, and drag Bruce with her, but Dick scuttled in front again.

“Dick, you know the paparazzi will take plenty of pictures, pay one of them for some.” Bruce said as he was jerked to another stop by his children’s bickering.

“Just one, Cass. Please?” Dick asked, all his attention on her. “The reporters will photoshop all the pictures and none of them will be natural.”

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Making amends

Asked by Anonymous

Hi!!Could you do an imagine where Minho and the reader hate each other and always get into argument but one argument gets very heated and they end up making out? Thanks!

Fandom: The maze runner
Pairing: Reader x Minho
Words: 1007
Rating: T
Requests: Open

A/N: I hope you like it!

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anonymous asked:

what makes american witchcraft different than european witchcraft? is it just that your american?

This is another really good question, and one that deserves more than a five minute answer! 

The short answer is yes, American folk craft is very different than European folk craft. High/ceremonial magic is more similar between the two; there are still differences there, but they’re less pronounced. For the sake of speaking to what I know, I’ll just be talking about folk craft/”traditional” craft here. Read more after the cut:

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Our Story - Jefferson (OUAT)

Requested by anonymous. 

You held tight to the cape around your shoulders as you walked through the woods, back to your house. You saw Grace playing outside, her stuffed rabbit in hand. Smiling to yourself, you decided not to worry her about what had just happened. Ever since those strange people came to visit, things had started to change. 

The girl who called herself Emma had said that they came from a different world. That you knew to be true, but you still didn’t understand how. With them, they brought strange piece of machinery, and many different styles of clothing. When you took them in, you nearly fainted.

Today, you almost fainted again. You were collecting wood for your fire, when one of the boys, barely older than Grace, came up to you. He introduced himself as Henry, and immediately began asking you questions about your life. When he was finished, he left you with one ominous tiding. 

“Someone’s trying to change your story, be careful.” He ran off again before you could ask what he meant. You hightailed it back to your home, hoping to talk to Jefferson. You dropped your cloak once you came in your kitchen, and got used to the coldness of just wearing a dress.

Jefferson came home about ten minutes later, and smiled at you happily. You smiled, too, just less than his. You stood up as he walked towards you, and placed affectionate kisses across your face. 

“Hello, love,” he said. 

“Hi!” Grace ran in and rushed into her father’s arms. He picked her up, and grinned at her, too. 

“How are my two gorgeous girls?” he asked. Grace beamed back at him, and started telling him stories of her day. You listened and nodded along. Jefferson would look over at you ever few minutes, and you would smile at him. He could clearly tell that something was bothering you, so he asked Grace to run off to her room and get a tea party set up. She smiled happily and rushed to the top of the stairs. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at you seriously. He was frowning now. You took a deep breath and he reached for your hand, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“Someone came up to me today. One of the boys from the other world. He told me to be careful, because someone is trying to change my story.” Jefferson furrowed up his brow.

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“I don’t know, but he seemed really worried about it.” He nodded and thought for a moment. 

“Well, let’s find out. Get your cloak.”

“What? Right now?”

“Yes. I have seen things that should be impossible, inside this hat. I have seen dark, strange magic. If this boy says you are in danger, I will take him at his word. I don’t want any harm coming to you,” he said, cupping your cheeks. You gave into his hand and smiled. He felt warm and safe.

You packed up a few provisions while Jefferson went to take Grace to the neighbors. He promised that you would be back in a few days. He came back, and picked up your bag. You put on your cloaks, and you were off. He didn’t really have a place in mind, but new that if you found the strange people, you would find your answer.

For a day, you just traveled. You slept on a hard, rocky floor, and then started walking the next day. It was nearly nightfall when you stumbled across the group. They were setting up tents of their own, and smiled when you walked up. 

“Hello,” one of the men said, a charming smile spreading across his face. 

“Hello,” you said. Jefferson nodded politely. 

“What can we do for you?” a woman, with raven black hair asked. You and Jefferson exchanged a look, coming to the agreement that you could probably trust these people.

“I’m Y/N, and this is my husband, Jefferson. Um, is there a younger boy here?” you asked, looking around the camp. The two people in front of you that were clearly a couple looked at each other and then around the camp. 

“Henry!” The same boy from before popped his head out of a tent, followed by a woman with blonde hair, most likely his mother. He smiled at you and walked forward eagerly.

“Y/N!” he said excitedly. “I knew you’d be back! What are you doing here?”

“Well, Henry, I have some questions for you. First of all, how do you know my name?”

“My book.” He ran back over to his tent and pulled out a big storybook. He rifled through it and handed the book to you, open on a page with your face in it. Jefferson snatched it from your hand before you could give it a good look.

“What the hell is this?” he asked angrily. The blonde woman stepped in front of Henry.

“Hey, watch it!” she said.

“Why don’t you let your kid explain what the hell my wife’s picture is doing in your book.” You put a hand on his chest and he let out a breath. 

“Please,” you said, looking at the blonde. She nodded and looked back at Henry. 

“In the world we come from, your lives are just stories. You, the Mad Hatter,” he said, pointing to Jefferson. “Even my grandparents, Prince Charming and Snow White,” he said, motioning to the couple from earlier.

“You’re Snow White?” you asked in shock. She nodded and smiled slightly.

“Okay. So we’re characters in a book,” you said, trying to understand it. “But who’s trying to change my story?”

“That would be August.”

“Who’s that?” Jefferson asked, getting fed up. 


“Who?” you and Jefferson asked at the same time. The blonde laughed and Henry sighed. 

“It doesn’t matter who, it matters that he’s trying to change your story. If he gets a hold of this book, he can change everything about your life. Who you are, who you’re with, everything.” You looked over at Jefferson nervously. 

“What do we do?” he asked.

“We have to find August and convince him that what he is doing is wrong.”

“How do we do that?”

“We know he’s somewhere in the Enchanted Forest,” Prince Charming said. Jefferson looked down at you and frowned. You shrugged.

“How can we help?” he asked. 

“Help us track him down,” the blonde woman said. “When he sees that you both have a life-”

“He’ll just do it to someone else,” you said.

“We’re hoping to convince him otherwise,” Snow White said. 

“And if you don’t?” No one answered that question of yours, but they all gave forewarning looks.

When you finally found August, it was nearly a week later. Jefferson had been stressed out the entire time. For the obvious reason of searching for August, and for the fact that you had to leave Grace for a while. He was the most eager to walk into the house of August. 

The house was deep in the woods, surrounded by tall, tall trees. There was a deep purple door at the entrance, that you knocked on hesitantly.

“You’re gonna knock?” Jefferson asked. You shot him a look and resisted the urge to knock the hat off of his head. 

“What would you do?” you asked. 

“Walk in.” He tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. 

“Now what?” you asked with a cocky smile, looking up at him. The door opened a moment later so you didn’t have to wait for his answer. A tall, dark haired man opened the door, a pained expression on his face. Emma stepped forward and smiled at him.

“Emma,” he said.

“Hi, August.”

“What are you-”

“You know,” she said firmly. You shifted nervously, tugging on the sleeves of your dress. He looked behind her and his eyes trailed on you and Jefferson.

“Then you know I don’t really have a choice.” He motioned down to his leg and you saw that it was entirely made of wood. You clutched onto Jefferson’s arm in shock, but he stood firm. 

“You do have a choice. You can leave Y/N out of it,” he said, stepping towards August. The other man puffed out his chest and stared at your husband. You pulled Jefferson back.

“I think we can talk this through,” you said, looking at Emma, hoping for a little logical support. She nodded.

“Yeah, come on, this is ridiculous, August. Just let us in, and we can talk about this.” He groaned but opened the door wider. You all piled in and sat awkwardly around the couch. “Why do you think you can do this?”

“It’s the only choice I have. If I can get someone to fall in love with me, I can break the curse.”

“And you couldn’t do that in traditional ways?” Jefferson asked. 

“No. Not in a timely fashion.”

“So you’ll just take that which you can’t achieve away from someone who already has it?” August shrugged and Jefferson stood up and charge him, punching him square in the jaw. 

“Jefferson!” you said, standing up and pulling him back. August held on to face as he looked at the group.

“If there was another way-”

“There is another way, August. We just have to find the tree that I was brought to our world in. If we put you in that, we can reverse it all.”

“How long should I wait, Emma?”

“Long enough for me to tell you why this is a bad idea.” He looked you up and down, and you had to stop Jefferson from trying to punch him again. “Have you ever truly loved someone?” you asked.

“Yes. I’m not heartless.” Jefferson scoffed but you ignored him.

“How would you feel if someone took that away from you? Pretty awful, right? Well, think about how terrible it would be for this other person. The person who loves you back. They have to live without you now, too.” August looked uncomfortable and was no longer making eye contact. “I know you’ve met my enthusiastic husband, but I also have a gorgeous step-daughter I would like to get home to. Please don’t do this. Let us help you in a way that doesn’t harm anyone else.” 

Jefferson took a deep breath from behind you, and you could feel how tense Emma was, just sitting next to her. August was chewing his lip, deep in thought. If he said no, you didn’t know what you would do. You thought you had made a pretty compelling case. You hoped, at least.

“I don’t have much time,” he said, mostly to Emma. She nodded.

“It’s okay. We work well on time crunches.”

“You promise you’ll help me?”

“Of course.” He nodded and looked at you.

“I’m sorry.” You smiled and looked back at Jefferson. He nodded but didn’t look at August. “Go back to your daughter,” he said, looking at you. You smiled and stood up. 

“Well that was stupid,” Jefferson said as you two walked back hand in hand. You laughed and nodded.

“If he was going to be so easy to convince I wouldn’t have joined them,” you said.

“No, it was a good thing you were there. You have a special way with people. They can’t help but love you.” You smiled up at him and he kissed your lips softly. 

“I love you,” you said. 

“I love you, too.” The walk to your house from August’s wasn’t that far, and soon you saw the familiar cottage. You breathed in the fresh air and smiled to yourself. You were finally home. 

“I’m sure Grace will love to hear this story,” you said.

“Of course she will,” he said. “It’s our story.” You beamed at him once more and tried to keep from sprinting towards your home. You knew you were home when you heard a shout.


Sentimental - Nam Taehyun

Request:  I was wondering if you could write and scenario where nam tae is your roommate, and he acts like a couple with you, but he denies being in love with you, till well, one day hahaha?

Hey there! I sure caaaaan write this, omg I’m so excited no one ever requests for Winner YAAS

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Group Member: Nam Taehyun of WINNER

Summary: You and Taehyun had been friends since the two of you were in middle school. You fell for him when you were sixteen, which only made things more difficult when the two of you decided to live together as adults. His antics of pretending you were a couple, then denying anything to anyone else, had you a bit more than irritated. That was, until, well…

Song of the Story: Sentimental (Lullaby Mix) by Winner!


It was cold- you hadn’t expected it to be cold, which was why you ended up in that position in the first place. Shivering, you kicked open the door to your apartment and hurried in, careful not to step all over your roommate’s things. The first thing you did was rush to adjust the temperature from a cool 69 degrees to in the seventies, then heat the fireplace up in the middle of your living room. 

Jagiya?” A sleepy voice came, startling you. You jumped in shock and stumbled backwards from the fireplace, landing square in center of the living room with your back on the ground. Tired laughter rumbled from behind the couch as you laid your head back and dramatically threw your arms over your face. “You okay?” 

“Don’t act like you care,” you shot back to your best friend. Even then, you allowed him to grab you by your hands and pull you to your feet. His palms were unbearably warm against your cold ones, but you tried not to dwell on that fact- that, or the fact that Nam Taehyun looked adorable right after waking up. 

“Did my baby get a booboo?” Taehyun teased, though he squeezed your hands tightly. Those sleepy eyes grew alert and he quickly examined your arms. “You’re freezing! Were you out in the rain without a jacket again, dumbass?” 

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Yukke’s Line Blog translation

Ishioka hometown ambassador, Mito ambassador letter of appointment receiving ceremony!
2017/5/1 19:22

Experiencing it for the first time, I was excited and nervous. With the major of Mito and Ishioka! What a great picture!
Well! Since we become ambadassors we wish to spread wordwide the charm we find in Ishioka, Mito and Ibaraki overall. I can’t wait to start it, so let’s hope we will be succesfull!

We even got business cards!

Right after that we exchanged business cards, since I’m a business card exchange virgin, my face turned bright red. Business card, business card, business card, such a nice echo. Make me feel powerfull.

The collaboration wall with Mito, Ishioka and MUCC is also pretty cool, right?

After the ceremony, I, the freshly choosen ambassador became the lonely Fukuno near the prefectural office.

I went to an azumaan! [t/n.: kind of a restaurant]

The soba was really tasty, and the tempura also! And what about the kaibashira you ask? [t/n.: literal translation is: adductor muscle of a bivalve] It was also delicious!

And it seems like we will be on NHK news! Don’t miss out!
Me? I also talk a lot….

Weeell!!! Let’s do our best as ambassadors! (◎∀◎//)

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Imagine Abby sets you up on a date with Gibbs.

“Listen, I know that he is a little bit older, but he is like family to me, and you are like family to me, and I just really think that the two of you would make a super cute match.” Abby rapidly spit out the words in one breath. You had always found it miraculous the way that she could ramble on and on without taking a breath.

“Relax, Abs,” You laughed, “I’m sure it will be fine.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” Abby said hopefully. There was a lull of silence between each other, as Abby held in the words rapidly flying about in her head. Then she started spouting excited words again, “But it would just be so, so good if everything worked out between you two because then-”

“Abby!” You said, laughing, “I get it! You like both of us very much, and want things to work out on this date. Come on, he is going to be here any second.” You leaned back in the metal chair, looking around at the passerbys of the small cafe, “What did you say he looked like again, Abs?” You asked him.

“Greying hair, pretty serious face, black shirt. You’ll know him when you see him.” Abby said taking a sip of her coffee, not noticing that you were distracted.

“So, he looks like that?” You asked pointedly, nodding toward a man casually lingering behind Abby.

Abby swiveled around in her seat. She leapt from her seat toward the man you had noticed. She was all smiles. Abby threw her arms jubilantly around the man you now presumed to be Gibbs. As Abby released herself from the man, and you stretched out a welcoming hand to him. He accepted your hand blithely. You could not help but notice that he had an impressive grip.

You and Gibbs pivoted toward Abby, who was giggling like a little girl. She was practically jumping up and down.

“Yes, Abby?” Gibbs said, chuckling at her excitement, “Are you going to stand there like that all day?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry guys, it’s just you guys are my two favorite people ever, and I’m so happy that this is happening right now. Okay, I’m going to leave you two to it. Bye.” She skipped toward the pair of you, wrapping you in a hug, and receiving a friendly peck on the cheek from Gibbs.

You and Gibbs watched her as she walked away into the distance. You sat down next to each other, enjoying a lunch of delicious coffee and effortless conversation. You realized that all of the things Abby had said over the years, praising the man that sat in front of you now, were true. He was kind, funny, and considerably handsome.

Once your lunch had disappeared and your coffee vanished, the pair of you silently, unanimously agreed that your lunch date was over. But you enjoyed yourself. A lot. And you did not want any of it to be over.

So, when Gibbs stood up to leave, gathering his casual jacket and other belongings, you found yourself to be disappointed, but you knew to just go along with it. You shook his hand, and it felt as if something was missing when he turned around to leave. You felt your heart fall in your chest.

“Oh, wait a minute,” He said, turning around unexpectedly, “I almost forgot. Call me.” He handed you a small square of paper with his number on it, a charming smile spread across his face. You found yourself to be smiling at the sight of the number.

The next day, Abby pulled you to her apartment, and made you spill everything about what you talked about on your date with Gibbs. You admitted that you really liked him. You enjoyed your lunch with him, and you made the mistake of confessing that you most definitely intended to call him back and schedule another date. At that point, Abby made you call the man that you had just spent the last hour talking about. She sat there, giggling while you and Gibbs talked.

When you hung up, you found yourself smiling widely at the prospect of finding out more about the mysterious Gibbs. You thanked Abby. After all, she was the one that introduced the two of you in the first place.


Creator: herosterek
Type of Work: Graphic
Summary: Recently hired as a model for Alpha magazine just in time for the Christmas spread, Stiles has charmed his way to the front cover of the world distributed publisher. Except there’s a problem. Derek Hale. Leather jacket wearing, broody, hot as fuck Alpha, Derek Hale, who doesn’t seem very happy that Stiles has just knocked him off of his fifth consecutive Christmas cover. 

Stiles doubts that flirting with his competition will tide this over. Although, he did hear photographer, Vernon Boyd, and make-up artist, Erica Reyes, recounting their conversation with Derek about a “stupid Omega would look so much better if he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous outfit.” So who knows? Especially if there’s a chance to find out if Derek does enjoy a little biting.

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Let Me Help You Ch. 1

Pairing: Adrienette, etc.

Summary: Marinette pushes herself a little too far. Luckily, Adrien is there to pick her back up.

Rating: K+ for now??

A/N: Just something I’ve been daydreaming about… Idek, just take it :’D

Ch. 1 ~ Ch. 2 

Marinette slumped over in her desk, an ominous beat pounding constantly against her skull. An Akuma victim had appeared in the middle of the night, their heated battle unheard by the slumbering city of Paris. It lasted until the sun peaked over the horizon, nature’s clock alerting her to just how long the fight had drawn on. It had taken twice as long to extract that blasted akuma and purify it because her kitty wasn’t there to join her. He was probably catnapping blissfully like the rest of the city. She had barely jumped through the ceiling hatch of her room when her alarm clock buzzed, mocking her for her stolen sleep.

“…nette. Marinette!”

The girl’s eyes shot open as she flailed backwards, a pair of arms luckily preventing her from spilling out of her chair.

“Whoa girl, easy!” Alya exclaimed, her grip on her best friend’s shoulders tightening. She studied the dark bruises under those unusually dim blue eyes, concern washing over her. “Class ended a few minutes ago and you were completely knocked out. Are you okay?”

“Mmm,” Marinette mumbled. She placed a hand over her eyes, the harsh light of the classroom only intensifying her headache. She peeked at Alya from between her fingers and cracked a small grin as a way to alleviate the blogger’s worry. “I’m fine, I just… didn’t get enough sleep last night…” More like no sleep at all, she grumbled internally.

Alya hummed in contemplation as she gave her friend a once-over. “Ok… if you say so.” The girl glanced at her phone, drawing a sharp intake of breath. “Oh shoot, I gotta get going. Get some rest as soon as you get home, ok?“ she said sternly, hugging the small girl tight.

Marinette nodded, carefully keeping her smile in place until Alya joined the crowd of students rushing home. Immediately, her face fell- her headache becoming close to unbearable. It blurred her vision and made her stomach lurch in discomfort, but she grit her teeth and endured it. “Just last until we get home…”

Grabbing her backpack, she stood up shakily and made her way down the steps. In one terrifying second, gravity seemed to pound down on her, cutting off her breathing and causing her vision to go black. She placed a heavy hand on the desk beside her to desperately anchor her to the ground that began spiraling out from under her and swallowing her whole. As she began to lose herself to the void, she become vaguely aware of a pair of arms grabbing her, pulling her out of the darkness. Her head swam for what seemed like ages before clarity returned to her with wide, emerald eyes lighting the way.

It all happened so fast. Adrien jumped as a hand slammed on his desk, his body tensing in a defensive stance out of habit. The blonde caught a flash of blue from the corner of his eye and his body reacted before his mind even comprehended what was going on. He caught his falling classmate around her waist before she completely toppled over, pulling her towards his chest protectively.

“Wh- Marinette?” Adrien gasped in surprise, feeling the girl’s dead weight pulling her to the floor. He supported her, still very much confused as to what was going on. He peered at her flushed face- her half-lidded, blue eyes glossed over and staring into the abyss. Her breathing was ragged and heavy.

The boy looked around the now empty classroom, panic rising. What was he supposed to do? He was Chat Noir for crying out loud, why couldn’t he think of something? His kwami poked his small head out from his backpack, sensing the distress.

“Whoa, what did you do to her?” Plagg chirped, staring at the scene before him.

“Nothing!” Adrien shook his head. “She… I think she passed out. I need to get help.” He shifted Marinette in his arms, hooking one arm under her knees with the other cradling her upper body to his chest, princess style. “C’mon Marinette, stay with me.” He whispered in concern.

Marinette stirred, the fogginess in her eyes dissipating as she became aware of her surroundings. She felt weightless, her body suspended in the air by… someone. They were carrying her, their bodies shifting as the person began to sprint out of the room. “N..no- wait,” she managed to squeak out weakly.

They stopped suddenly, just before they made it too far into the hallway. Luckily, most of the students had already went home, leaving the area empty.

With what little strength she had, Marinette tried to slip out of the arms carrying her. “I-I’m okay…” she muttered unconvincingly.

“No, you’re not,” her savior’s voice countered, the familiar tone of it startling her. She stiffened. Chat? She glanced up to meet green eyes, but no, it wasn’t her kitty. It was…

“A-Adrien!” she spluttered, reeling back out of his grasp in shock and sinking to the floor.

Her crush chuckled despite the situation. “Marinette.” He shook his head as he walked over to her, extending a hand. She hesitated, but grabbed it nonetheless and let him pull her up.

“I.. I’m sorry. I don’t know what- you didn’t have to-…” She couldn’t meet his gaze, but suddenly her world spun again, causing her to grip his hand much harder, her other hand grasping his upper arm. Adrien automatically held her steady, pulling her close so that she could lean on him.

“You’re not okay…” he stated again and tugged her further down the hall. “Let me take you to the nurse, c’mon.”

“No!” she cried, the urgency in her voice surprising both of them. “No,” she repeated in a softer voice. “I… I’m not supposed to be uh… sick.” 

The girl shook her head, unable to quite explain herself in a way that made sense. If her family knew she was sick out of exhaustion, then they would dutifully check up on her more often. She loved them and knew how doting they could be, but unfortunately that didn’t align with her superhero duties. She was already struggling to find excuses for her absences when Ladybug was needed- what more if her parents began poking their head into her room every few minutes to make sure she was doing okay?

“I can’t have anyone know I’m sick, so… please. I’ll be fine,” she poured as much determination she could into her weak voice.

To her relief, Adrien nodded in understanding, though his eyes swam with confliction. He peered towards the school entrance, seeing his family’s car gliding into view. “Can you stand?” he asked. He gently loosened his hold on her, observing the way her legs wobbled and threatened to send her crashing to the floor once again. Shaking his head, he held the small of her back, lightly guiding her down in a sitting position on the floor.

“Stay here, please,” he told her, knowing that she really didn’t have the strength to bolt out on him anyway. “I have to get my backback, but,” he pointed at her, a charming smile spreading on his face causing Marinette’s cheeks to flare up, “if you won’t let someone else help you, then I will.” With that, he sprinted off towards their classroom, leaving the red-faced girl sitting dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway.

Once she was alone, Marinette’s purse rustled as Tikki poked her small head out. “Marinette…” the little kwami fretted. “You pushed yourself way too hard last night.”

“I know, I know,” her charge sighed, absentmindedly fiddling with one of her earrings. “But I had to purify that akuma, and I really couldn’t have waited for Chat Noir to show up. I’m sorry, Tikki.”

The kwami held Marinette’s pinky in comfort, patting it lightly. “Don’t be, I should’ve done something… or at least convinced you to miss school today. Just promise me you’ll take it easy from now on?”

 “Of course.”

Echoing steps caused Tikki to retreat back into the purse. Adrien rounded the corner holding both their backpacks and visibly relaxing once he saw that Marinette was still upright.

“Oh! Thank you!” Marinette chirped, making a move to grab her pink bag from him, though he swung it out of her reach. He shrugged his own bag on, slipping hers around his shoulder as he helped her up once again.

Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest when she was forced to lean against Adrien again as support. This was the most she’d ever had physical contact with him, beating out the time they almost kissed for their video project a couple months back. Heck, this was the longest she’s had any kind of contact with him at all. She cursed her luck- of all the situations she’d played in her head for him to give all his attention to her, being sick and weak was not one of them.

The blonde led her carefully towards the entrance, causing Marinette to scrunch up her face in confusion. “Adrien?” she questioned. They made it to the car waiting outside, the boy opening the backseat door and guiding her inside without explanation. She allowed him to, but her eyes never left his face, a million questions swimming in those sapphire irises of hers. He stared back intensely, offering no answers and no sign of backing down on whatever decision he’s made.

“Trust me?” he breathed.

Marinette’s eyes widened, finding herself nodding instantly and earning a satisfied grin from Adrien. She broke eye contact with him as he slid beside her, placing their bags in the empty space in front of their feet. Yes, he was her crush… but she was surprised that she felt so sure that she could trust him. She would trust him with her life, and she couldn’t place the reason as to why she felt this way.

As the girl peered out the window distracted by her own thoughts, Plagg popped his head out of Adrien’s shirt collar, having relocated from his previous hiding place in his backpack. “You realize that you practically kidnapped this girl, right?” the cat snickered quietly.

Adrien blushed, hoping that his actions didn’t come off as rude. “I had to do something. She would’ve trudged her way home and probably pass out again on the way there.” He stole a glance at Marinette. He didn’t know her as well as he would’ve liked, but her stubbornness gave him all the more reason to protect her. She had a fire in her that seemed to dim whenever she was face-to-face with him, but Adrien saw it alight everywhere else. He saw it in the way she interacted with their classmates, even with Chat Noir, but he didn’t know why she never showed that side to him as Adrien. It was a shame she was sick, but maybe this was a chance to get that flame going when she was around him- not as his superhero alter ego, but as the boy behind the mask. He didn’t even know he wanted that from her until now.

He watched her tiny hands shake in her lap, not quite sure if it was nerves or the exhaustion causing it, though he was thinking it was the latter. Maybe a mix of both. She must have noticed too since she clutched them tightly in an attempt to cease the trembling. He placed his hand over hers, his lips quirking up on one side.

“We’re home, sir,” the driver grunted from the front.

“Thank you,” Adrien replied, pleasantly amused as he saw Marinette’s jaw slacken in surprise with a slew of different emotions flashing across her face.

Welcome home, Princess.