#doot fic

[adridoot]

The next day ‘family’ for @fyeahstingsu

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Sting couldn't help but smile whenever he saw Natsu and their adopted kid. She was only a baby when she was found abandoned, but fit right in to their little family. Natsu had lost his family at a very young age, still baring the emotional scars on his heart. Sting was abandoned, and for a very long time felt lost in the world.

They had a hard start in the world, but found friends who made each day a little brighter and then each other.

Natsu exhaled softly, having fallen asleep on the sofa with Vera on his chest. Even in his sleep he was able to keep her close and safe. Sting shook his head gently, reaching to lift Vera off of Natsu. The duo stirs slightly upon being seperated, though neither fuss.

Sting held Vera close as he headed to lay her in her crib. He presses a light kiss to her head as he reached her baby room.

"Busy girl hm?" Sting asked, a light smile on his features as he lay her down. "Tiring out your tou-san, our hands are certainly going to be full." Though as he spoke, his tone was overflowing with love. As he gazes on her soft features, any tension of the work day he felt previously dissipates. Sometimes, he doesn't realise just how important family was to him but Natsu and Vera were always there to remind him. Of course there were others too, it would be unfair to not count Rogue, Lucy or their other friends as their family. However, Natsu and Vera were always home.

Remembering that there was a sleeping beauty on the sofa, Sting exits the room quietly and ensuring that the door is opened just a little. Entering the living room, Sting noticed that Happy had taken up the warm spot on Natsu's chest while Lector investigated baby toys on the floor. The cat always did this if they weren't in their usual spot, it was odd but Sting never questioned.

He lifted Happy, setting him on the floor with a quiet mewl of protest. Sting then kissed Natsu, feeling him hum slightly as he began to awaken. Tired olive met blue, and Natsu reached to touch him.

"Hey.." He murmured tiredly, and reached to touch Sting's face. He leaned into the touch, shutting his eyes with a soft hum. "How was work?"

"All good." He responded, giving Natsu another kiss. "Vera's in her room. Guess even a baby's got more energy than you, huh?"

"Hey, I got more energy!" Natsu exclaimed, bolting upright. The action spooked Lector causing him to hiss, which in turn caused Natsu to jump slightly. Sting laughed again, reach to ruffle Natsu's hair and kiss his forehead.

"Rest up dummy, you need it. You got your job in a few hours."

[adridoot]

A Marichat fanfic written just for cuddles. Get ready for fluff and a sad boi

Her fingers are soft, gentle. They move through his hair easily, scratching his scalp gently as she fusses over him. Every touch is heavenly, ever word is comforting and relaxes his depressed self.

His legs brought him to her, his mind numbs itself and he feels nothing but the cold void. Yet as he lays here, her touch brings forth the softest glow of safety in the deepest pit of his mind.

Chat lay with his head tucked under her chin, Marinette’s blanket covers them and provides a gentle warmth.

Marinette is safety, perhaps that’s why his body moves mindlessly to her when he feels nothing.

Her scent is comforting, a mix of bakery goods and a sweet shampoo. He can feel her muscles, she is much stronger than he and it reminds him a little of Ladybug.

It seemed over time that Chat’s body became build for speed, he was light, lean and quick. Meanwhile, Ladybug was strength and while she was quick she couldn’t match with Chat without or yo-yo. While he was strong, it was nothing to hers.

Chat is speed, Ladybug is strength but now is not the time to think of that.

Marinette whispers something against his hair, kissing golden locks as one of her arms move to lay across his shoulder while the other remains under his head to rub his head. His eyes are drawn to her biceps briefly, before he peers up at her once more.

Chat wonders why Marinette is so comfortable like this, does she feel that she owes him something as he aided in the protection of Paris? Chat snuggles into her, a quiet whine slipping out accidentally.

Marinette squeezes him lightly, pressing another kiss to his forehead. He murmurs soft, affectionate phrases designed to comfort her. She was a designer of clothing and words, capable of sewing phrases together to bring forth a desired effect.

She was talented, Chat adored that part of her.

He smiles, the depressive void melting away to a gentle warmth that fueled his systems. The love and kindness that Chat contained in his body gave him the strength to carry on, even if the world frowned upon him.

He was happy, content.

A soft purr fills the empty room, his bell jingling very lightly as he shifts into a more comfortable position. Marinette laughs, teasing him lovingly and kissing his head gently once more.

They lay like that, snuggled together in a loving embrace. It is a routine, one that Marinette didn’t mind.

She didn’t know what occurred to her beloved chaton while they were civilians, but Marinette was happy to provide him with a safe place. She never would let him leave with a frown, she wanted nothing more for him to be happy.

It was the least she could do for her feline.

[adridoot]

In which Plagg cares more than he lets on. mentions of meals being skipped and neglect.

It’s 3AM, the only sound in the room is the soft breathing of the holder. Plagg looks over at him for a second, noticing the sudden change in his pattern of breathing. He continues to stare, but seeing that Adrien was still asleep, he turns his attention towards the schedule in front of him. 

He sighs, running his paw down the column for today. Was this really okay? Everything was jam packed together, it looked like Adrien hardly time to breath between each break. Sure Plagg wasn’t exactly around recently, the world has changed since the last time the black cat miraculous prowled the streets. But even he could tell that there was something seriously wrong, there was no way that this was healthy for Adrien.

Another noise, and Plagg decided it was enough investigating tonight. He zooms over to Adrien’s side, looking the boy over slowly. He sighs, lowering himself to the bed and laying by his side. It was no wonder he was so eager to embrace his newfound destiny, Chat Noir gave Adrien an escape. A chance to show the world what he was made of, and not being what he had to project. He was Gabriel Agreste’s son first, and Adrien second.

But even as Chat Noir, Adrien couldn’t reveal that it was him. Still, he could tell that all the extravagant acts of the famous black cat were all a way of receiving validation that he knew how to navigate himself. It was a shame Adrien couldn’t find a proper way to go through life, a healthy balance between taking care of himself and doing what he could for his father.

Adrien appeared to have mixed opinions on his father, but Plagg didn’t like him. In all his time by Adrien’s side, Plagg rarely if ever witnessed the boy’s father spending quality time with his son. Anytime Adrien approached and was rejected, he could see the clear feeling of depression in his chosen’s eyes.

It’s late in the day. Maybe about 3PM, Plagg didn’t keep track.

He scarves a large slice of Camembert down, leaning against the container with a content sigh. It’d been a busy day, a rare moment of respite in an otherwise hectic day. An akuma attack forced many things to be rescheduled, and Plagg couldn’t have been happier. He’d seen the tiredness in Adrien’s eyes, and he’d been forced to eat only a small portion of his breakfast in order to get started. Plagg was sure he was hungry.

“The cheese is really good you know, I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

Adrien looked up from his homework, looking at Plagg. He appeared to be taken off guard by the statement, which Plagg couldn’t blame him for. He didn’t share his cheese often. His shock softens to a gentle smile, his whiskers twitch in happiness. At least he’d gotten a positive reaction, whatever tension plagued the other’s mind seemed to finally fade for a few brief moments.

“You can eat more than that, I know that much.” Adrien poked Plagg’s stomach with the eraser on his pencil. Plagg made a grouchy but playful noise, reaching for the pencil. “You’re a walking stomach Plagg.”

“But I’m trying to be nice!”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

The kwami melts at the sight of his holder finally appearing more relaxed today. There’s a smile on his face as he worked on his homework. Its clear that he’s at least doing somewhat of a good job, but he needed to try harder. Adrien’s life was difficult, and Plagg would stay by his side.

At least, until it was time for the Miraculous to be returned to the guardian.

The thought depresses himself, as he thinks back to when he first arrived nothing would have made him happier than to go back to sleep. Yet with everyday that passes, Plagg found himself enjoying himself more and more with Adrien. Be it disgusting him with cheese, or staying by his side while he cried in his sleep.. Plagg cherished his time with his beloved holder, and dreaded the day where they would finally part.

“What about a cracker?”

Adrien looked at Plagg as with his small black paws, removes a cracker from an already opened packet and holding it out to him. The blond laughs, he didn’t understand that Plagg was trying to take care of him. It was clear, at least in Plagg’s opinion that Adrien’s father didn’t feel it necessary for him to ensure Adrien was happy.

Which mean Plagg was forced to.

“Maybe a snack break is needed.”