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There's a Nap For That by Clouds (myheadinthecoudsnotcomingdown)
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
16 Jun 2019
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It's normal for Ladybug to threaten to throw Chat Noir off a roof when he makes too many puns, but Marinette threatening Adrien? Not so much...
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When Yue is fifteen, a Fire Nation prince comes looking for the avatar.
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21 Feb 2024
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“I’ve never even left the city,” she says, trying not to sound as resentful as she feels. Even the accounts of the mountains in the scrolls they’re reading sound foreign to her. “Father says it’s too dangerous and I’m not strong enough.”
“Do you want to?” he asks.
She glares and shoves his shoulder. He’s so solid that he doesn’t budge an inch, until he seems to notice what she’s trying to do. Then he leans to the side and dramatically pinwheels his arms, as if he’s trying to keep his balance. “Oh, knock it off. Of course I do!”
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he's such an asshole 😭
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“Do you usually have this many patrolmen?” he mutters.
“No,” she answers, “but we don’t usually have the Fire Nation here either. It makes people nervous, like maybe you might kidnap a princess or something.”
Zuko lets out a soft huff of air that might be a laugh before looking over his shoulder. Then they’re moving again, his hand once more in hers.
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“No,” she says. Zuko was going to rearrange the crew’s sleeping arrangements so she could have her own space, but that’s the last thing she wants. When she’s in the same room as Zuko, she feels safe. “But you should take the bed. It is your room.”
“If you’re going to be in my room, then you’ll be in my bed,” Zuko says and then his eyes widen his red crawls up his neck. “Um, that is. I. You won’t sleep on the floor.”
Yue knows what he meant, but she once again entertains the idea of asking him to share the bed. It’s certainly big enough, and then no one would have to sleep on the floor. It wouldn’t have to mean anything. But her childhood has taught her the value of choosing her battles, so she just says, “We could take turns.”
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She knows that Zuko will never try anything. Unfortunately. Who was it that taught him to be so proper? General Iroh, probably. Maybe he does deserve to be lied to.
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The center of town holds what they’re really looking for. Their library.
She feels vaguely bad about what they’re supposed to do, but she doesn’t have much moral high ground to stand on when it comes to stealing. She’d let Zuko steal her, after all. Books seem small compared to that.
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“What’s Water Tribe doing here? Get a little lost, girl?”
She can feel her lips pull back in a snarl that she’s pretty sure she learned from Zuko.
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“Damn,” someone whispers behind her and Yue can’t keep her smirk at bay. That’s Zuko’s fault too. She didn’t smirk before him.
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Tua rubs a hand over his face and sits back down behind his desk. “Perhaps you should start from the beginning.”
“I’m looking for dragons,” Zuko says. “Do you know where they are? I thought for sure they would be in the North, but we couldn’t find any.”
“No, you just found a princess,” Ehani drawls.
Yue feels heat rush to her cheeks and red crawls up Zuko’s neck, but neither of them respond.
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“I feel very respected,” she assures him. Unfortunately. “Maybe I just want to feel a little warmer at night, hm?”
They’re far enough South that she’s back to wearing her old clothes and while they could heat their room, Zuko doesn’t normally and she’d insisted that she was fine without it too. But she’d done that in the hope that she’d have her own personal fire bender keeping her warm at night.
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“Oh, call me Uncle,” he says, eyes gleaming. “You’ll be my niece soon enough, after all.”
Someone makes an odd choking noise but Yue is too busy beaming to care. “Thank you, Uncle.”
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He looks away and up, meeting Yue’s eyes first.
His gaze briefly dips lower and his lips pull back. “I see congratulations are in order, Princess Yue.”
She flushes, pleased that for once someone is having the proper reaction to Zuko’s necklace.
Ehani looks her over, frowning. “Why?”
“That’s a Fire Nation necklace she’s wearing,” he says. “It’s a signal of betrothal.”
Her face goes blank for a moment in confusion before she cackles and elbows Yue in the side. “The prince is making an honest women out of you?”
Unfortunately, he never made a dishonest woman out of her.
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“Enjoying the view?” Ehani teases, slouching against the railing besides her. “It’s certainly an excellent one.”
She gives her a sidelong glance, but it’s not like she can get upset every time someone points out her fiancé is attractive. “You’re a monk.”
“Not that kind of monk,” she leers. “Where do you think all the baby monks come from?”
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this fic is so delightful. i really enjoyed reading it. and it's hilarious! this is one of my favorite pairings, now.
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did you know that the Arctic is a desert? it certainly explains why Yue is so thirsty. in this essay, i will—
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Chat Noir enlists Rena Rouge's help to create an Aspik illusion. Absolutely nothing goes wrong.
Ladybug smiles. “I wanted to drop by and welcome Aspik. I know it must be a little intimidating, being surrounded by so many veteran heroes…so, welcome! We’re glad to have you on board.”
“I look like an egg!” Aspik announces, T-posing.
Chat turns to Rena, feeling like he has been punched in the solar plexus. What the hell? he mouths.
Rena grimaces, her eyes wide with panic. Stomach sinking, Chat remembers one of the first things he learned about the Fox Miraculous: that if Rena Rouge isn’t focused, her illusions go haywire.
Oh, no.
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20 May 2023
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oh my fucking gods this is the funniest thing i've read in probably a couple months
i—i just—fuck. i couldn't stop laughing long enough to read it. i had to stop and catch my breath so í doesn't pass out or like pee myself. oh my gods.
um. yeah. read it. it's hilarious
2026, April 11. 23:18 (11:18 PM)
My ribs and my spine and my hyoid all hurt so bad from laughing. I felt like I was gonna break something.
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BeeZuku by The_Mad_Mystic
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
25 Jan 2026
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Izuku gets an unexpected hitchhiker during his ten month training period.
The bees are cool and all, but does she have to tease him about a harem?!Now with a TV Tropes page!
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“Hey mom.”
“Hey Izuku, what’s going on? You’re a bit late.”
“Uh… I found a… cat. Can I keep her?”
“I… suppose. We certainly have room, and I love animals. We’ll have to make sure she’s got all her shots, of course.” Inko heard hissing in the background, bringing a chuckle out of her lips.
“I… Yeah, of course! Alright mom, I’ll be home in a bit. Bye, love you.”
“Love you too, sweetie.”
Inko shook her head as she hung up the phone. Her boy was always too kind for his own good. Knowing him, he saw a poor hungry stray and couldn’t not help it. Oh well, a cat would probably be nice to have.
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“Izuku, that’s a girl.”
“Can we keep her?”
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Humanity never developed FTL. The Prothean archives contained no technology, no Element Zero, just a warning. Isolated from the rest of the galaxy for two thousand years, restricted to their only system, how will humanity have changed when they first meet the Turians? AU, alternate history of humanity and First Contact.
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Whiskey stared at Envoy.
After the diplomatic meeting, Envoy had again requested access to a home-body. For all that the geth felt no emotion, it had been quite emphatic about it. Whiskey had let it have access to one of hers, and so she currently sat opposite her identical twin. Pale skin, silver hair and neon-blue eyes; Whiskey had designed her home-body to declare her Ghost-hood to anyone who saw it.In Envoy's hands was a piece of toast. After the first hour of adapting to organic sensation, she had enquired about it, out of curiosity at Whiskey's earlier remark. The toast was held in two hands, delicately grasped at opposite corners. It made a perfect diamond shape, with the exception of a single bite taken out of the top corner. Envoy's eyes stared off into unknowable distances. Whiskey continued to wait, as she had been since that bite had been taken, two minutes ago.
Envoy's mouth chewed once, slowly. There was an odd tremor in her hands.
Smiling, Whiskey slid a jar of jam forwards.
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“Envoy, remember what I said about calling people drones?” said Whiskey. The question was rhetorical. Envoy remembered everything.
“Yes, Whiskey-Ghost.” responded Envoy. Almost too faint to see, the corners of Envoy's lips curved.
Whiskey sighed, and sipped her coffee à la asari. Envoy had been developing a sense of humour, if one could call it that. The geth had actually read several dozen scientific articles on the anatomy of what humans considered humour first. Her taste in jokes was either extremely dry and subtle, or incredibly crude. Whiskey first noticed it when Envoy's social skills began to regress. Say what you want about the geth, but they didn't get worse at things. They might never get better, but they couldn't actually start being more terrible at something unless it was on purpose.
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Envoy was still for another long minute. Finally, she spoke.
“In this platform's notation, the decision weighting number given to the survival of the geth race is 10. This platform and its runtimes' survival is weighted at 3.”
Envoy looked up at Whiskey.
“Whiskey-Ghost's survival is weighted at 7.”
Whiskey swallowed hard, and thanked the Voice she had a decent level of control over her autonomic systems. She'd hate to ruin this by tearing up.
“That's...thank you, Envoy. I never knew how much I meant to you.”
“You aided the geth in breaking our isolation. You stood by us as we learned and struggled. You fought for us. You cared for us. We have not been blind to the difficulty we have caused. But you have supported us regardless. You are important to us, Whiskey.”
“So, does that mean you'll think about my offer?”
Envoy's head tilted, and her eyebrows lifted. “We might have rejected it, had it come from any other human to any other geth. We trust you, Whiskey.”
Envoy shook her head slowly. “We are having difficulty. The majority of the consensus has previously expressed concern that this platform is becoming corrupted by its organic nature.”“You ran on different hardware for a while. Hardware that let long nascent parts of you finally grow. The geth were always moving towards full sapience, Envoy. You will just be the first.” said Whiskey, her hand still on Envoy's. She leaned in closer.
“Let's get out of here,” Whiskey whispered. “Not just this cafe, let's dump these bodies and get back to cyberspace. Let's have the rest of this conversation without organic bodies, and you'll see that emotions aren't something unique to flesh. They're part of a soul, Envoy. And I know you have one.”
Envoy looked into Whiskey's eyes for a moment, then at her chai, now cold.
“We will return though, Whiskey. We still have not finished our catalogue of human consumables.”
Whiskey laughed. “Of course we can come back. But,” she said, “we'll get you a new body of your own. I'm not that in love with myself.”
Envoy smiled slightly, and Whiskey knew it was a genuine smile, not just a triggered social cue.
“We would be interested in designing our own, but would welcome your input.”
“Sure. That's what we were asking for in the first place.” Whiskey answered.
Envoy nodded. “We must build consensus, but we-this platform-” Envoy stopped. Slowly and questioningly, she said “I? I... would be happy to create additional runtimes with you.”
Whiskey grinned. “Well, let's have a date or two first, yeah?”
As Whiskey dropped the privacy sphere and they stood to leave, she could almost have sworn she saw Envoy blush faintly.
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oh my gods they were lesbians 😭😭😭
i love this story so so so much. i. don't have the words to adequately express my feelings about it. it drives me fucking insane
2025, December 21. 13:57 (1:57 PM)
I'm gonna reread this.