Howdy Season, it's Rayfe again with another prompt. “You can see people’s souls, right? How tired does mine look?” Alya & Wayzz, post reveal. Alya is dealing with the stress of her fiancé, university, journalism internship, superheroics, and her friends coming to her for health. Being the motherly one in the group is hard.
“You can see people’s souls, right?” Alya turned her head to glance at Wayzz on his perch on the back of the couch. “How tired does mine look?”
The turtle kwami frowned. “You do look a bit worn,” he replied carefully.
“Then I’m hiding how exhausted I actually am,” she sighed, letting her head lull back against the couch. “If I could just get through the rest of the day without anyone needing something–” Her phone buzzed, cutting off her words. Alya groaned and glanced at the screen. “Chloe and Nathaniel are arguing again.”
“They’re both adults. Let them handle it,” Wayzz suggested sagely.
She pushed herself up and stretched. “I need to do some work.”
“You only got home from class moments ago.”
Alya nodded. “And now I need to work on that piece for my internship.”
“You’re spreading yourself too thin, young one. You need to refocus.”
“Easy for you to say, Sensai Shell. I’m dealing with a full class load, an internship that is much more demanding than I realized, freaking monsters of the week, and trying to plan a wedding on no budget. I don’t have time to refocus.”
Wayzz furrowed his small brows. “Trixx should be helping you more, guiding you to the best state.” He glanced around. “Where is she?”
“Taking a nap on my pillow,” Alya sighed, looking back towards the bedroom. “I’m jealous.”
The apartment door pushed open and Adrien and Nino stumbled in, Nino holding a bloody rag to the side of his head. Adrien held up a hand as Alya jumped up. “He’s okay…mostly. His bike got clipped by a car and he did a little flying.”
“I told you I should’ve come, Master,” Wayzz tutted, floating around Nino’s head as Alya pulled the rag away to inspect the damage.
“So you could be a smear on the pavement? I’m fine,” Nino grumbled.
“Come on, let’s get you to the bathroom and get this cleaned up.” Alya led the the way to the tiny bathroom and began to pull out medical supplies.
“Oh, Al, Mari wanted me to ask if you can still model for her class on Thursday?” Adrien casually leaned in the doorway, wincing when Nino yelped as Alya began to clean his wound.
“What? Oh, uh, sure, yeah… Lean over the sink so I can pour this on,” she instructed her fiancé. “Yeah, tell her I’ll be there.”
“Okay, I think she needs you to come over before that so she can do final measurements.”
Alya cleaned away the rest of the blood and kissed Nino’s cheek before applying a bandage. He smiled at her sheepishly, head still resting against the sink. “Right. Tell her I can come by tonight. Wait! I have to finish my report. Tell her tomorrow afternoon.”
“We’re having a late lunch with my parents tomorrow afternoon,” Nino reminded her, standing up and lightly touching the bandage. “And then we have that meeting at Master Fu’s.”
Alya scrunched her nose in frustration. “Tell her I’ll call her then!”
Adrien’s eyes widened and he backed up into the hall with a nod. “Sure, I’ll let her know. Maybe you should get some rest, Al. You seem a little grumpy.” He ducked as the bloody rag slapped against the wall behind him. “So I’ll just see you guys tomorrow!” Adrien called, slipping down the hall and out the door.
Nino raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t,” Alya warned. “I don’t have any more in me.”
He frowned. “Let’s go sit down.” He led her to the living room and she slumped on the couch. “Talk to me.”
“I’m so tired, Nino,” she groaned, scrubbing her face with the palms of her hands. “I’m so freaking tired.”
His face softened. “You have been running yourself ragged.”
“What choice do I have? Things have to get done and apparently I’m the only one who can do them!”
“Not everything,” he argued. She glared at him and Nino held a hand up. “I only mean there might be some things I can help with, if you’ll let me. And maybe you could start saying no to people.”
“They need me.”
“They’ll survive.” He leaned in. “I’m the only one who really needs you.” He waggled his eyebrows and Alya pushed him away with a laugh.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re right, I am. I should have been paying more attention to how much you’ve got going on. Let’s take a look at everything and we can see how I can lighten your load.”
Alya let out a breath of relief and leaned against his shoulder. “I knew there was a reason I’m marrying you.”
“You mean besides my devilish looks and sick beats?”
Taigia Goddess of Weather and Winds. She is the middle child of the Gods. She created the sky and clouds. She is a loving goddess but can be quick to anger. She is often willing to help out mortals in need, but can do so in a very playful and whimsical manner.
The Kinnara are the Immortal race created by Taigia. They are typically very gentle and talkative. Some even live in peace in moral cities. Under Taigia’s orders though, they can use devastating magics to enact their creator’s will.
On the Fourth of First Bloom is the Dance of Rains. A celebration with a lot of dancing in Taigia’s honor in hopes of bringing rain for crops. For this reason many farmers regularly pray to her for good rain. Sailors also pray to her for strong winds.
Rayfe here with an 'I can't sleep' writing prompt that should at least make Season giggle. “Oh, look who finally decided to show up. You’re late by fifteen hours.” Marinette after giving birth to baby Emma.
I can’t seem to fully say goodbye to The Trouble with Kittens so here is another drabble. It does contain spoilers if you haven’t finished the story, but it’s not completely necessary that you have read TTWK to understand this drabble.
“Oh, look who finally decided to show up,” Marinette whispered. “You’re late by fifteen hours, Kitten.” She winced as she tried to shift the newborn’s weight.
Adrien hovered by the bed, face etched in worry. “How are you feeling?”
“Exhausted but fine.”
“You need to rest, Marinette,” Tikki tutted. “Don’t push it.”
“I can’t stop looking at her,” she sighed. “Pretty little Emma.”
“She’s gorgeous, just like her mom,” Adrien said, kissing his wife head.
She smiled up at him. “How are the boys?”
“Alya said she’d bring them up later once you get some rest, but they’re good. Apparently Nooroo has been trying to teach Hugo, Louis, and Zoe how to say Emma and they’re all three running around the house yelling ‘Em, em, em’,” Adrien chuckled.
“Sounds about right.” Marinette closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Emma watched her with dark blue eyes.
“Why don’t you let me take her for a bit, my Lady? I’ll rock her while you rest,” Adrien offered.
“If you’re sure...”
He lifted his daughter up carefully and walked her over to the rocking chair in the corner of the hospital room. Within moments, Marinette was snoring softly.
“She’s exhausted,” Tikki sighed.
“She did good though, didn’t she, Kid?” Plagg perched on Adrien’s shoulder, peering down at the baby girl. “Now you have a Little Lady.”
“I wonder how special she is going to be.” Tikki landed on his other shoulder.
“She’s already perfect,” he said quietly, running a finger along her tiny cheek. “Another perfect kitten.”
Howdy Season, Rayfe from AO3 again and I got a funny one today. “Ignoring everything happening in this room, I think we should focus on putting out the fire.” The boys(Nino, Adrien, and Nath) are doing a triple date with their respective better halves(Alya, Marinette, and Chloe) but someone gets the bright idea that making the food themselves for the ladies would be extra sweet and romantic. Chaos ensues.
“Ignoring everything happening in this room, I think we should focus on putting out the fire,” Nathaniel said nervously, setting down his grocery bags. “I’m guessing Adrien tried to cook?”
“It wasn’t my fault!” Adrien swatted at the flaming pot with a limp rag. “I was just boiling oil, I swear!” The fire licked at the rag, instantly igniting it and Adrien dropped it with a yelp. Nino quickly stomped the flaming rag out before it could do anymore damage.
“Boiling oil?! Do you mean water?”
“Nope, he meant oil.” Nino held up his phone. “Okay, hang on, this article says to smother the flames, put the lid on the pot--”
Adrien grabbed a lid and dropped it on the pot, quickly pulling his hand back with another yelp.
“But be sure to use an oven mitt to prevent injury,” Nino continued.
Adrien glared at him, holding his hand to his chest.
“Ah, geez, it’s so smokey in here now.” Nathaniel moved to the living room window and pushed it up, a freezing gust flowing into the apartment. “We’ll just leave it open a minute until the smoke clears out.” He rubbed his arms and moved back to the grocery bags. “We’re running so behind. The girls are going to be here any minute.”
“I hope they’re in the mood for pizza,” Nino muttered. “How’s your hand, dude?”
Adrien turned over his palm to show angry red skin. “Not great.”
“We can do this. I have faith in us.” Nathaniel unpacked boxes of noodles and jars of sauce.
“What’s that?” Adrien asked in disgust.
“Spaghetti stuff.”
“That’s not what Marinette uses for spaghetti.”
“Well, Marinette isn’t here, is she?” Nathaniel replied.
“We’re supposed to cook! That’s just noodles and sauce. That’s not cooking.”
“Says the guy who almost burned down our apartment because he thought boiling oil and water were the same thing,” Nathaniel shot back.
“Did you at least get some fresh vegetables we can doctor the sauce with?” Nino asked hopefully.
“You said get stuff for spaghetti. That’s literally all you said!”
“Is there any meat or anything?” Adrien poked in one of the bags with his free hand and Nathaniel smacked it, face turning red.
“You guys should’ve given me a list,” he groaned. “When I make spaghetti, this is how I do it.”
“How in the world do you survive dating Chloe?” Nino asked, shaking his head. “She cannot be cool with this.”
“I’ve never cooked for her before. That’s what tonight was supposed to be, remember?”
Adrien shivered. “Think it’s clear enough for us to close that window? I’m so cold, I can’t think straight.”
“You’re such a delicate flower today,” Nino remarked.
“And you’re such an ass today. What’s the deal?”
“What? Nothing.”
“You and Alya got into a fight?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he muttered.
“Uh, we might have a problem.” Nathaniel was pulling and pushing on the open window with al his might. “I think it’s stuck and it maybe just started snowing.”
Nino and Adrien moved over to the window and tried to move it back into place with no success.
Nino pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, try to pin a blanket over it for now. Adrien, let’s go wrap your hand before you mess it up any worse.”
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“Could it be any colder?” Chloe shivered, tossing her hair.
“Don’t tempt the weather,” Alya advised. “How bad a mess do you think this will be?” she asked as they stepped into the elevator. “I’m guessing massive.”
“That’s not fair,” Marinette argued. “I think we should hope for the best, although I’m hoping they didn’t think Adrien would be any help with the cooking. That man could start a fire with cold water and a broken stove. We’ve had to repaint my kitchen three times now.”
“Nino’s a decent cook but since he’s a bastard, it doesn’t matter.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “I have a feeling I know what this is about...”
“I don’t think it is so ridiculous to ask him to take my name when we get married!”
“More like if you get married, at this point,” Chloe murmured.
“What was that?”
“I think you guys should keep your own names like you originally decided,” Marinette said as the elevator came to a stop.
“That was before I decided it would be important to take a stand against the patriarchal restrictions of marriage,” Alya sniffed.
Marinette rolled her eyes. “How are things with Nath, Chloe?”
“They’re good. My father finally approves so that’s a plus.”
“Nice.” Marinette raised her hand to knock on the door and after a few moments, Adrien opened the door layered in jackets and scarves. “You a little cold, Kitty?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
The door swung open further and Nino and Nathaniel appeared behind him, also fully decked out. “We were thinking it’d be fun to go out after all!” Snow was floating in under the blanket pinned to the window and was turning into a decent pile on the living room floor.
Marinette kissed Adrien’s cheek and sighed. “You started another fire, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
Hey Season, Rayfe with another writing Prompt: “I’m not being self deprecating. I really mean that I don’t belong here.” Nath gets dragged to a meeting for Team Miraculous but he hasn't gotten his yet. Oops.
“I’m not being self deprecating. I really mean that I don’t belong here.” Nathaniel stood, grabbing his messenger bag. “Thank you guys for trusting me with this and I’ll have your backs, but I’m not the person you’re looking for.”
“You can’t just leave,” Chloe huffed. “I brought you here.”
“Yeah, please stay, Nathaniel.” Marinette picked up the cardboard box of pizza. “We ordered way too much food anyway.”
Nathaniel pursed his lips.
“Come on, dude. You don’t have to participate in anything. We just like having you around,” Nino added. “Stay.”
He dropped his bag and slumped back down to the couch. “Maybe just for a few more minutes.”
“That’s the spirit,” Adrien grinned, handing him a soda.
“As I was saying,” Alya began again as if the interruption had never occurred, “now that we have the Peacock Miraculous in our possession, we need to make a decision.”
“Obviously we give it to someone, right?” Nino asked, grabbing his fourth slice of pizza. “We need all the help we can get at this point.”
“But is it really the right time to be bringing in someone brand new?” Marinette frowned. “We aren’t just dealing with Hawkmoth anymore. We got Deaus and Revilo to fight off as well.”
“Which is why it makes sense to add another player,” Chloe pointed out.
“I think what Marinette is trying to say is that someone brand new may be more of a liability than a help,” Adrien suggested. Marinette shot him a grateful look and he smiled in return.
“I have to agree with Marinette.” Alya sat back, wiping her hands with a napkin. “I’m a little worried about adding someone new.”
“Are you kidding me with this right now?!” Chloe stood up, hands on her hips. “We’re giving the stupid Peacock to Nathaniel and we’re doing it tonight!”
Nathaniel put up a hand defensively. “Woah! I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
Alya narrowed her eyes, studying him. “I guess he would be the best fit for it from what we’ve read. His personality isn’t quite what I was thinking but–”
“Wait, you guys can’t give me one of those things!”
“We’re called kwamis, you dolt, and you’re going to be a perfect match for Duusu with that level of drama,” Plagg drawled, appearing on Adrien’s shoulder and examining one of his paws.
Nathaniel stood again, tripping over his own feet and falling to the floor as he tried to move away from the couch. “Look, I’m really not the guy you’re looking for, okay? I’m not brave and I don’t like fights and I still have nightmares about being akumatized.”
Chloe knelt down beside him, face softening. “Do you think I wasn’t crazy freaked out when I was given the Bee?” She gingerly touched her fingers to the hair comb. “I knew I didn’t deserve it, but someone else wanted to give me the chance to prove I could do this.” She glanced back at Adrien and he nodded. “I want to do the same for you, Red.”
He flushed, looking up at her. “You really think I can do this?”
“I know you can.”
He swallowed hard and nodded, getting to his feet and offering her his hand. He looked back at the rest of the group. “Uh, if you’ll have me, I guess I am your guy.”
Hey Season! Rayfe with the silly prompt we discussed. "Is this hell?”Nathaniel is the responsible one in "The Miraculous Barcrawl" ™ starring Drunkinette, Drunkdrien, Alyacohol, In-Nino-briated, Cham-chloe, Nath the sober.
These names are amazing and so is the prompt. Thanks, friend! :)
“Is this hell?” Nathaniel groaned, running his hand down his face. “It feels like hell.”
“How’s your ginger ale, Nath?” Adrien’s eyes lit up with glee. “Ginger ale! Get it! Nath, do you get it?!”
“Because I have red hair?”
Adrien slapped a hand on his shoulder. “He gets it!”
Chloe hiccuped.
“Hell…ginger ale,” Nino murmured. “There’s some connection there.”
“Poems,” Marinette giggled, head dropping to Alya’s shoulder. “Rhymey wimey poems, Ninny!”
Alya snorted. “Name’s not Ninny. You’re wasted, girl.” She took a deeper drink of her dark stout. “Mmmm.”
Chloe hiccuped again, eyes wide.
“Ninny binny swinny winny,” Marinette sang, reaching for her glass and frowning. “Blue drink gone.”
“I’ll save you, my Lady!” Adrien leapt up from his chair, foot snagging the leg of Marinette’s and he went down hard.
Nathaniel squeezed his eyes shut. “Someone tell me if he’s bleeding.”
“Am I going to explode?” Chloe whispered, slapping a hand over her mouth as another hiccup escaped.
“I’ll check on him,” Alya annouced, forcing her chair back into Adrien’s prone form. He groaned from the sticky bar floor. “My chair seems to be broken and upset,” Alya sighed, settling back in it.
Nino looked around. “Where’s Adrien?”
“All right, well, as much fun as this has been, I think it’s time we all go home.” Nathaniel stood and helped Chloe out of her chair. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to explode,” he said when she opened her mouth to speak.
He moved over to Nino next, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, man, up you go.” Nino stood on wobbly legs.
Marinette popped up out of her chair and hugged Nathaniel around the neck. “Happy birthday!”
He chuckled. “It’s your birthday, Mari.”
Her eyes widened. “Happy birthday to me!”
Nathaniel kicked the bottom of Adrien’s shoe gently. “Are you alive?”
“I think I fell.”
“You don’t say.”
“I’ll help him!” Alya tried to push her chair out again and Adrien curled up in the fetal position.
Nathaniel sighed. “You two stay here. Alya, just sit. Don’t try to get up. I’m going to get everyone else out to the car and come back.”
“I can’t walk,” Chloe whispered. “Everything is spinning.”
Marinette kissed her cheek. “Silly Chloe Bowie Zoe.”
Nathaniel moved in front of Chloe and cupped her face between his hands. Her eyes darted wildly back and forth. “You are not a drinker,” he murmured. “Do you think you can ride on my back to the car?”
She swallowed and nodded, gingerly climbing on his back and then forming a death grip around his neck. Nathaniel gasped for air and started to move forward, herding Marinette and Nino towards the door. Marinette grabbed Nino’s hand and pulled him out into the cool night air.
Nathaniel trudged forward as best he could with Chloe’s added weight and attempt to strangle him. He locked the three of them in his car, prayed a quick prayer no one got sick, and surged back towards the bar for his last two teammates. He found Alya lying on the floor by Adrien and playing with his hair.
“Come on, you two. Time to go home.” He pulled them both to their feet and led them out to the car to pile into the backseat with Nino and Marinette. He circled around and climbed in, Chloe immediately grabbing for his hand as soon as he was inside. He glanced at her with exasperated fondness and looked at the big group in the back. “Is everybody ready?”
“Natha-niellll,” Marinette sang, “thank you for your birthday!”
“Your birthday, Mari.”
“My birthday!”
He shook his head. “I must really like you guys.”
“We love you, Nath,” Alya said sleepily, head falling to Nino’s shoulder. “You’re our favorite.”
“Yay for Nathaniel,” Marinette yawned.
“Fun guy,” Nino agreed.
Adrien let out a snore.
“Bunch of lightweights,” he grinned, turning to check on Chloe. She was halfway turned in her seat, hand still gripping his but her face relaxed in sleep. He reached over with his free hand to brush some hair away from her face and sighed. “Beautiful lightweights. Let’s go home.”
