#feelings realization
Rating: E 18+ (scenes of a sexual nature ~ canon typical violence ~ rated E for latter chapters)
Pairings: Simon Lewis x Jace (insert chosen last name here) / minor Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane / minor Simon Lewis x others / Jace x Clary mentioned
Summary:“You should ask him out.” Jace choked on his water, eyes going wide as he spluttered and coughed. “What?” he managed to croak out, turning to look at Izzy like she had gone crazy and for all he knew she might have, considering the utter gibberish she was speaking. Sighing she rolled her eyes, “Simon, you should ask him out on a date instead of pining over him like some love struck idiot.”
Jace scowled, turning away from her and stalking down the hall in an attempt to get away from her and the ridiculous conversation. “I’m not pining,” he mumbled under his breath. He wasn’t pining. He didn’t do pining, no he was the one people pined over, not the other way round. And anyway, he didn’t want to date Simon. He just wanted to have sex with him, vigorously and often as well as maintain their current friendship. That wasn’t dating, it was friends with benefits except Simon didn’t do stuff like that. He was Mr. Relationship and Jace, wasn’t.
Track 1 - Jace ‘I won’t say I’m in love’ Herondale
I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) by Susan Egan
Track 2 - Friends don’t look at friends that way
that Way by Tate McRae
Track 3 - This night ain’t for the faint of heart
Wicked Ones by Dorothy
S.L.U.T by Bea Miller
Track 5 - I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be
I Found by Amber Run
Track 6 - I’m sorry to interrupt It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp of tryin’ to kiss you
Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys
Bonus track
Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top
Nothing Breaks Like A Heart by Mark Ronson feat. Miles Cyrus
Track 8 - Say something, I’m giving up on you
Say Something by A Great Big World feat. Christina Aguilera
Track 9 - I used to be love drunk but now I’m hung over
Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls
Vulcan Navigation
- Star Trek: The Original Series
- Kirk/Spock
- prompt: fragile
Vulcan Navigation
Under his
bold
brash
smile
under his
easy
self-confident
carriage
Jim Kirk’s
heart
is a fragile
thing.
He guards it
carefully
but on occasion
Spock catches a glimpse
deep
down
in ocean blue
eyes.
Is it the human half
of himself
telling Spock
to protect
this most
intimate part
of his captain
his friend?
Or do even
Vulcans
eventually
fall in love?
Jim smiles at him
and his body
responds–
slightly elevated heart rate
extra blood
and the resultant
heat
sent to cheeks and palms.
One could
argue
this is only
physical
but when he
returns
Jim’s
smile
Spock
feels
a lift
inside
that can only be
happiness.
..
NaPoWriMo day 15
For@miraculousfanworks Monster May 2022.
Summary: Adrien knows he’s forbidden to bite anyone expect for his mate, but, in an emergency, he ends up drinking Marinette’s blood…and realizing that his feelings for her haven’t been platonic in a long time. Now, if only he could convince her that his love is real and not the result of their intimate feeding session.
Read it on AO3: Bite Me: Chapter Three
Nino arched an eyebrow at Adrien the next morning before class. “You waiting for someone, Mec? You keep looking at the door whenever someone comes in.”
Adrien fidgeted in his seat, letting his anxiety get the best of him. “Marinette’s running late today.”
“What else is new?” Alya chuckled fondly from the row behind. “Did you want to see her for something, Sunshine?”
He took a deep breath and tried to stop squirming, but it was a losing battle. “I just need to know that she’s okay.”
Alya and Nino exchanged intrigued glances at this development.
“Why wouldn’t she be?” Alya cautiously inquired.
Adrien shrugged, avoiding her gaze so that she wouldn’t see the guilt dripping off of him. “I was talking to her last night, and she was feeling a little under the weather, so I’m just kind of concerned.”
With a fond smile, Nino reached out and rested a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay, mon pote. I’m sure it was nothing serious, and she’s probably running late because she overslept again. I know it’s hard, but try not to worry, okay?”
Adrien inhaled slowly and nodded, giving his best friend an anemic smile. “Yeah. You’re probably right. I’m just stressing for nothing.”
Alya and Nino both nodded encouragingly.
“There you go, Mec.” Nino gave Adrien’s shoulder a pat before withdrawing his hand.
Just then, Marinette burst into the classroom in a whirlwind.
Her complexion was a little waxy, and her hair was tossed up in a sloppy bun. She didn’t look like she was quite on top of her game.
“I’m here!” she gasped, nearly tripping over her own feet as she stumbled towards her desk.
Adrien’s heart plummeted as a wave of self-hatred crashed into him, and his brain began to rail against him for not being able to control himself and for hurting Marinette.
“Hey, Bestie,” Alya greeted, rolling her eyes affectionately at her mess of a best friend. “You look like crap. Not feeling well today?”
“What?!” Marinette squeaked, casting a nervous glance at Adrien. “No! I’m totally fine. I just overslept, so I got ready in a rush,” she insisted, setting her things down.
Alya easily shrugged it off. “If you say so. Cute scarf, by the way.”
Adrien winced as Marinette self-consciously touched the strip of fabric hiding the marks that his fangs had left behind.
“Uh…thanks.” Marinette gave an uneasy chuckle. “I was just thinking the other day that I should wear scarves more. I mean, they’re super in right now, so I pulled out my collection this morning.”
“You’re totally rocking it, ma pote,” Nino assured, giving Marinette a thumbs up.
Adrien nodded, timidly adding, “You look really cute today.”
Her pale cheeks regained a bit of life in them at his compliment, and Marinette gave him a shy smile. “Thank you. You guys are too sweet.”
She went to sit but stumbled, suddenly losing her balance.
Alya gasped as Marinette’s hands shot out to catch herself.
Adrien was out of his seat and steadying her in seconds as their classmates all chattered their concern at once.
Marinette grimaced as her vision cleared and she realized what a fright she’d given everyone.
“I’m okay, guys,” she insisted, shooting everyone reassuring looks. “I just felt a little lightheaded all of the sudden.”
The rest of the class was mostly appeased by this declaration. They kept an eye on her but slowly went back to their own seats and side conversations.
Alya and Nino remained unconvinced while Adrien was practically beside himself in a well-concealed panic.
Marinette caught the turmoil in his eyes and increased the effort she was putting into her smile as she rested her hands on his biceps.
“Really, I’m fine. I promise,” she soothed.
He shook his head, internally cursing himself for what he had done. “No, you’re not.”
“Adrien,” she sighed, beginning to roll her eyes when her legs abruptly gave out on her. “Oh!”
Everyone was on their feet in alarm again as Adrien caught Marinette with a yelp.
“I’m f-fine!” she insisted in a shaky voice as she gripped Adrien’s arms for support.
“I’m taking you home to rest,” Adrien announced in a tone that brooked no argument.
He eased Marinette down into her seat, letting Alya supervise her as he quickly gathered both of their things.
“Adrien,” Marinette sighed in a feeble attempt at protest.
Alya rubbed a gentle circle on Marinette’s back as she clicked her tongue. “Honey, let him take you home. You really don’t look good.”
“I’m fine,” Marinette repeated in a whimper as tears of frustration trickled down her cheeks.
“You need some help, Mec?” Nino offered, but Adrien shook his head.
“I’m stronger than I look,” he assured. “Thanks, though.”
Once Adrien was loaded up, he swept Marinette into a bridal carry in one fluid motion, earning a squeak from Marinette and impressed whispers from their classmates.
“Oh my God. Adrien, put me down,” Marinette groaned as she looped her arms around his neck and tried not to squirm as he carried her out of the classroom.
“You just almost passed out twice,” he replied through clenched teeth. “Like hell I’m letting you walk down the stairs and across the street on your own.”
Her rebuttal of “I made it all the way to the classroom on my own” died in her throat.
Cowed, Marinette buried her face in his neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry.”
“I’m not mad at you,” he sighed as he carried her down the steps. “…I’m mad at me.”
“Why?” she inquired, totally mystified.
“Because this is all my fault,” he muttered ruefully.
“Adrien, no,” she cooed, giving his neck a nuzzle. “Please don’t blame yourself. This is myfault.”
“Forgive me if I don’t believe that,” he sulked, making his way across the courtyard.
She lifted her head and scanned their surroundings for witnesses. “Look. I’m feeling lightheaded because I didn’t eat anything after last night, not because you bit me.”
He blinked quizzically. “You didn’t eat breakfast?”
Sheepishly, she averted her eyes. “I kind of slept through my alarm and didn’t grab anything on the way out the door. So, this is my fault because I didn’t take care of myself.”
He gazed at her thoughtfully as he descended the front steps and crossed the street to the bakery.
He pursed his lips. “…Then…I’ll take care of you.”
Her eyes widened as a rosy stain lit up her cheeks. “Y-You’ll what?”
“I’ll take care of you,” he repeated, heading for the side door. “I’ll make you something to eat to help you regain your strength.”
She blinked in surprise. “You can cook?”
He winced, face pinking. “I mean…it can’t be that hard. Between me, Plagg, and the internet, I think we can figure out how to make you some scrambled eggs or something.”
Marinette tried not to laugh in his face as she thought, “They’re going to burn the house down.”
She took a deep breath and rested her head on his shoulder once more as he carried her up to the apartment. “I’m really sorry, Adrien. I should have been more careful. I’m sorry for scaring you and making you feel like you did something wrong. I promise I’ll do better next time.”
“Next time?” He balked, taken aback. “Marinette, there can’t be a ‘next time’. I diddo something wrong.”
“No,” she stressed. “You didn’t.”
With a sigh of frustration, she opened her mouth and bit him on the neck, making him yelp and almost trip on the stairs.
“There,” she announced imperiously. “Now, we’re even, so you can stop beating yourself up about it already.”
His heart fluttered as his brain tried to catch up. It was too busy cataloguing the feeling of her teeth on him and spinning various scenarios in which she would pin him down and bite him again.
“I don’t mind,” Marinette whispered, yanking him back into the present. “Like I said last night, there may come a time where you don’t have a choice and you need to feed again. Paris is counting on you, so you need to take care of yourself.”
She took a deep breath before quietly confessing, “I want to take care of you.”
His heart did a backflip, and a dozen butterflies took off in his stomach.
A pleasant shiver ran all the way from his head to his pelvis as he realized how much the girl in his arms meant to him.
Like he’d confessed the night before, she was special to him…but now he was finally realizing just howspecial.
He wasn’t sure how long he had felt this way, but he knew for certain now what these feelings were.
He was in love with her.
Adrien loved Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
He swallowed hard as he gently set her down on the couch. “Stay here while I make you some food, Princess. Don’t move, okay?”
Marinette rolled her eyes and blew out a sigh. “Chaton, you don’t need to baby me. I’m fine. Seriously.”
“I can’t help it,” he chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “I don’t know. This is probably going to sound weird, but, I feel like I have some kind of bond with you after last night. Feeding from humans is taboo unless it’s with your mate, so…I don’t know if what we did changed some of the wiring in my brain, but…I’m feeling super protective of you.”
She gulped, her whole face flushing as panic flooded her features. “You what?”
Wincing, he pulled back and slowly backed away towards the kitchen. “Sorry if I’m making things awkward. I just don’t want to lie to you, especially if you’re so adamant about helping me in the future. I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness.”
She shook her head, slowly catching up with the conversation. “Adrien, you’re fine. I mean, it’s not your fault that your brain is making you feel that way. It’s not awkward, and you’re not taking advantage. I—”
“—Marinette?” he tentatively cut her off in a small voice.
She blinked, head tipping to the side. “Yes?”
He swallowed hard. “I think…”
He took a breath and tried again, knowing he couldn’t keep his feelings a secret. “Marinette…I’m in love with you.”
She stared at him for a moment as he tried not to tremble in fear of losing her.
She looked like she wanted to say something but then thought better of it.
She exhaled slowly and shook her head. “I think maybe drinking my blood had some unintended side effects.”
His face fell.
“I think it’s making you feel things you don’t actually feel,” she informed him with a smile filled with bottomless sadness.
He opened his mouth to protest, to tell her that his feelings were true, but she held up a hand.
“Let’s just wait to talk about this until later. Please,” she entreated so earnestly that it was impossible to not give in to her every wish. “Who knows? Maybe the effects will wear off and we won’t need to talk about it after all.”
His heart sank, and his shoulders slumped as he nodded in resignation, glumly turning to the kitchen.
His thoughts were a vicious loop of self-rebuke, inadequacy, and rejection.
Marinette bit her lip, feeling guilty as she watched him sluggishly move around in a distracted hunt for ingredients and utensils.
“…Adrien?” she called gently.
He languidly lifted his head. “Hm?”
“Come here, Chaton.” She gave him a tender smile and beckoned him over.
Tentatively, he approached, crouching beside her.
“Thank you for being honest with me,” she whispered sincerely, reaching out and giving him a scratch behind the ears.
His eyes fluttered closed, and he melted into her touch.
A soft purr began to rumble in his chest, making her giggle.
“That was really brave of you, and I appreciate you telling me.”
He forced one eye open to gauge her expression as he asked, “So, we’re okay?”
She nodded. “Adrien, you are so, soimportant to me, and I can’t tell you how much I care about you.”
“Okay.” He breathed a sigh of relief, letting his eyes slipped closed again as the tension left his body.
A moment later, he jerked back to awareness, realizing that he still needed to make her breakfast.
“Silly kitty,” she chuckled, leaning back into the couch cushions with an adoring look on her face.
After consulting Google, Adrien determined that the best thing to eat after “donating” blood was an omelet chocked full of veggies, meat, and cheese.
Plagg offered what little support he could, but Marinette ended up backseat cooking for the most part.
The results were, thankfully, edible, and she ate the whole thing accompanied by a glass of orange juice as Adrien hovered over her in worry, periodically asking how she was doing.
“As much as I appreciate you, I’m not an invalid, and if you offer to feed me, I’ll bite you,” she warned with a growl.
He gulped, face going bright red as his mind wandered into the gutter.
“I’d like that,” he admitted before he could determine that it was a bad idea to voice such thoughts.
Marinette almost choked. “Y-You mean me biting you?”
He looked away, nodding sheepishly as his skin took on the hue of a boiled lobster. “Sorry. That’s really weird, isn’t it? I didn’t mean to make things—”
He was abruptly cut off as a furiously blushing Marinette grabbed his hand and brought it up to her lips, giving the inside of his wrist a little nip.
Adrien’s brain crashed.
“S-Sorry!” she spluttered. “I didn’t—Was that weird? I wasn’t thinking. I just didn’t want you to feel weird. I—”
“—Marry me,” he whimpered, twisting his hand around to thread his fingers through hers.
“Break it up,” Plagg groaned with a massive eyeroll. “Your teenage hormones are making me sick. You’re too young to be getting married and having kittens. Maybe try dating first, yeah?”
The teens broke apart with identical squawks and rhubarb-red faces.
“Sorry!” they shouted in tandem.
When they saw that the other was equally flustered, their panic subsided, and they exchanged shy smiles and nervous laughs.
Marinette gave Adrien’s hand a squeeze, and he squeezed back before disentangling his fingers from hers.
“Thanks, Princess.” He leaned in and gave the side of her head a kiss. “I appreciate you.”
“I appreciate you too,” she whispered as her grin turned affectionate.
“Go ahead and finish your omelet,” he urged, getting to his feet and heading back to the kitchen. “I’ll clean up in here.”
After the omelet and orange juice were consumed and the kitchen was passably clean, Adrien carried Marinette upstairs to her loft.
“Don’t get used to this,” she threatened. “Today is the only day you’re allowed to haul me around like some damsel in distress.”
He rolled his eyes as he slipped off his shoes and settled down beside her on the bed. “Don’t worry. I know that my Princess saves herself. I’ll try to reserve my bouts of overprotectiveness for emergencies only.”
She nodded her approval. “Good kitty.”
He had to stop himself from replying, “yourkitty”.
“So, do you want to take a nap, or should we watch a movie?” he asked instead.
She gave him a puzzled look. “You’re not going back to class?”
He shook his head. “I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. My protective instincts are off the charts right now.”
With a fond sigh, she shook her head. “I guess we can snuggle and watch a movie until your protective instincts chill the hell out. You said the other day that Encanto was good, and I haven’t seen it yet.”
Adrien needed no additional prompting to go and fetch Marinette’s laptop. He was more than ready to snuggle with the girl he loved and have a Disney movie marathon.
