#;p - Katsuki Bakugou | Dynamight / Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

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@pompedia asked:

“Hey - hey! Hey! It’s me! Marinette, it’s me, hey.”

Katsuki didn't remember what the nightmare had been about, honestly, he'd just found himself bolting awake with some figure over him and had nearly panicked -- until said figure had spoken and he recognized it as his girlfriend's voice.

Wordlessly, he pulled her closer to press his face into her collarbone, inhaling her scent and the warmth that came with it and gradually calming down from whatever the hell that nightmare had been. Obviously it had been bad enough to send him into a panic attack, so he really wasn't sure he even wanted to know.

He could already feel himself calming down pretty quickly, Pigtails -- Marinette -- always seemed to have that effect on him, no matter the situation.

"...Didn't hurt you, did I?" he finally mumbled into her shirt.

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@pompedia asked:

“Seriously? You ate them all? Without me?” — from his girlfriend obviously... like all these are probs gonna be and no I didn't hit unfollow by mistake wym

They'd been roommates for a little while now, they'd moved into an apartment together with separate bedrooms despite the fact they slept in the same bed every night anyway... not that either of them minded. Most of the time it was in his bed and he never took things further than Marinette wanted to.

Which wasn't always easy on his part.

This particular instance, Marinette had made some fucking amazing slightly spicy dark chocolates he'd actually really fucking liked to the point he'd ended up eating all of them in one sitting before he'd even realized it.

....Oops.

"...Actually didn't mean to, just.... couldn't fuckin' stop once I ate one." Which was about as close to an apology, verbally anyway, that she was going to get. Also as close to an admission they were actually pretty damn good as she was going to get too.

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Katsuki knew it was late, enough that he didn't have to worry much in the way of akumas; out of habit, though, he'd gone for a patrol around Paris and since it was peaceful, he'd taken the chance to stop by Marinette's place to watch her sleep (thankfully she'd left the roof door open).

He'd never say it aloud, but she was adorable when she slept, and before he'd known it he'd found himself laying down...

In the morning Marinette would find a surprise next to her when she woke up -- a whole ass, still hero-garbed Dynamight, fast asleep and appearing not about to wake up probably for a while.

Plus her mom probably on the way to check on her.

Whoops.

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So Close Yet So Far Away

-{A little drabble I’ve wanted to write for a few days but haven’t cause I’ve been sick. I blame @pompedia for this. xD I’ve had BakuMari/DynaBug brainrot for a while now too.

Anyway, enjoy~! (Under the cut due to length.)

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Katsuki, or rather, Dynamight at the moment, settled down at the edge of a building, legs dangling off and pulling off the gauntlets to set them off to the side, only to pull out two sandwiches and toss one to his red with black spots-clad partner. Thankfully she caught it and didn’t fumble it, and he felt her settle in next to him after a moment, murmuring a “Thanks” in response before unwrapping it.

It wasn’t like he had to hide anything anymore, not since that whole ‘getting akumatized and blowing up half the city’ thing. The thought of it still made him cringe, but he took it better than he used to. It was freeing now that someone knew that both identities were the same person.

It was a comfortable silence, as most were when they were out on patrol together and they didn’t feel like talking much but still enjoyed each other’s company. Katsuki just took the chance to enjoy the breeze once he was done with his sandwich, listening to Ladybug finish off her own sandwich and watching her out of the corner of one eye while he shifted to rest one foot up on the ledge he was sitting on and rest his arm on it.

It was times like this that let him enjoy being Dynamight just as much as being able to kick akuma ass did. He could be himself, in whatever he wanted to do.

The comfortable silence persisted until he heard the telltale signs of nervous fidgeting to his left and let out a sigh as he shifted to turn towards the source -- which was, of course, Ladybug herself. “Alright, Spots, spit it out. What is it?” He knew if he didn’t confront her on it now, she’d just keep fidgeting over it and it’d interfere with her fighting and make her stupid clumsiness make her drop everything.

Which, quite honestly, he found endearingly cute... and now he needed to get those thoughts out of his head. He was not a fucking sap. He was not.

Aqua-colored eyes looked over at him. “What’s.... your type?”

That immediately got a blank stare from him. “Hah?”

“Your type! You know... the kind of person you like.” Vibrant blue-greens refused to look at him and she was fidgeting even more.

Now he could definitely feel his ears starting to go warm. Where the fuck had this come from? It had him staring at her for a second before he shifted to drop his leg so it was hanging down with the other one, turning more towards her. “S’this cause of that cat fucker again?”

That one had her waving her arms almost frantically with a flush. “No! I mean... I was curious, you never seemed interested in anyone, so I wanted to know.”

Katsuki eyed her for another minute before letting out a sigh, shifting to lean back on his hands and tilt his head back to stare up at the sky, musing on that for a few minutes as his expression smoothed out, turning thoughtful. The type he liked, huh... he’d never really thought about it, never really needed to.

“Someone I can count on to have my back,” he said finally. “In both a fight and whatever the fuck else. Someone who isn’t afraid to tell someone the fuck off ‘cause they’re being a fucking moron or doing stupid shit, but also not afraid to stick their neck out to help someone if they gotta.” He gave a hum. “Someone who can see me for me and not as an asshole or an arrogant dickwad like most people seem to fucking see me as but is also not afraid to call me out on my shit or kick my ass into gear when I need it.” Someone who let him be himself and didn’t try to change him into their idea of what he should be, that just took him for who he was and what he’d already become and just let him be what and who he wanted to be.

Which, now that he thought about it, Marinette and Ladybug both fit...

And whatever he’d been on the cusp of figuring out slipped away yet again, as it had many, many times before and frustrated him to no end. It was like he held an ancient artifact and was about to discover its secrets when it just crumbled to dust seconds before he learned the truth of it.

Eyebrows furrowed slightly in annoyance before he shook his head and looked over at Ladybug, only to find her staring at him with what he could swear was a flush on her face and the most mesmerized look he’d ever seen on her.

He only had to stare at her for a few seconds -- during which he wondered if she’d always had freckles or had he just not noticed those? -- before she seemed to snap out of it with a jolt, and it was at that point he decided to add, “Your turn, Spots.”

A few confused blinks were returned at him from behind a red-spotted mask. “Huh?”

“To spill, obviously. You know my type, now time to spill yours.”

“EH?!” This time he was sure it was a darker flush that spread on her face, which had one corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “Ah -- b-but -- what if it gets into some tabloid or rumor or something--”

Crimson eyes rolled at that, Katsuki letting out a huff. “You make it sound like I’d go running and fucking telling everyone, idiot. ‘M not a fucking moron, I wouldn’t fucking do that.”

“I... w-well, yeah, I know that, but--”

One eyebrow quirked. “But what?”

“It’s embarrassing!” She covered her face with her hands and again the word cute flickered through his mind, which he internally waved off.

He was not a goddamn sap, damn it.

This time it was an exasperated sigh that left him. “Could just fucking say you don’t wanna tell me, y’know.” Although why did that leave him so disappointed?

She stayed where she was for a minute before finally lowering her hands, looking thoughtful, and it let him stare at her again while she stayed silent, finally looking over at him again, mouth open to speak before she stopped, and.... when had they gotten so close? He could actually count her freckles with how close they were right now...

The ash blonde actually found himself doing that now, leaning closer right before scarlet met aqua, although instead of moving away, something just had him leaning further forward until he felt their breaths mingle, and holy shit did she always have that many colors in her eyes--

A sound of a click and a flash snapped him out of it and immediately had him jerking backwards, feeling his ears go very warm now, at the same time hearing Ladybug make a shrieking squawk he could swear he’d definitely heard before.

“Ohhhh my God, this is amaziiiiing,” he heard a familiar voice say in a singsong tone. “Dynamight and Ladybug almost kissing, oh my GOD.”

“CHLOE!” he heard Ladybug yell, “Don’t you dare post that anywhere--”

“Too late~!”

He only vaguely registered the two of them -- had he really almost kissed Ladybug?!

Fuck. FUCK.

Did that mean he actually liked her?!

Oh God, he really was a sap.

Fuuuuuuck.

He finally cleared his throat, brain still rebooting for the most part. “We should get back to patrolling.”

“Uhm, yeah. ....We should,” Ladybug agreed, hesitantly.

Katsuki just pulled his bracers back on and took off without another word, no bye to the other blonde or anything; he just wanted out of there so he could at least try to get his thoughts in order, although it was reassuring to hear the other set of footsteps nearby not long after.

Even if the rest of the patrol left a not-so-comfortable silence between them after that.

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-{I blame @pompedia​ for this one cause seeing this drabble made me want to write one in response to it.

Anyway, enjoy.

Katsuki still didn't know how he was still standing, or even conscious for that matter, standing on a roof and crimson eyes darting around at the handful of akumatized classmates that surrounded him. He didn't even know how he hadn't even been akumatized again himself, probably because his ass was too stubborn and he had much better control of his emotions.

His mask was partially torn, thankfully not enough to where his real identity was at risk of being revealed, but the explosion things on the back were also basically gone and his suit was torn to hell, with him bleeding from several places, including where bare skin showed, with blood splattered across his suit in a few places too. His arms hurt like an absolute bitch, but he ignored the pain for the time being, since he needed his quirk... and rather desperately right now.

He was trying to buy time for Spots to get to a safer place, but he'd ended up surrounded before he could do anything and he'd seen some others go after her.

His hands crackled for a moment, Katsuki gritting his teeth against the pain before he let loose two bigger blasts underneath his feet to hop right over all of their heads, taking off where he'd seen Ladybug run off to. Damn, where had she taken off to--

Crimson zoned in on the sudden movement of red and black, recognizing it as Spots and seeing her swinging around her yo-yo in that shield way he'd seen so many times before. She, too, looked as beat to hell as he felt, but he still sent an AP Barrage towards the ones behind her and took the chance to land behind her, so they were standing back to back.

"Took you long enough," she huffed out, sending back the words he so often told her, and it just had him smirking.

"Yeah, yeah," he snorted back, "I fucking got held up, okay?" Also same words she often told him.

A grin spread on her own face. "Let's finish this up already."

"Way ahead of ya, Spots." He was already preparing larger explosions to send the ones in front of him back.

Fuck, but he loved doing this.

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@pompedia​ asked: ‘Follow my lead’ bc she's a smart bug.... sometimes...

Send ‘Follow my lead’ to pull my muse in for a kiss as a ploy to avoid detection.

It had been a field trip with the whole class to the museum for history, something that happened apparently once a year at least.... except this time, Pigtails had decided to drag him off to one of the areas that was off limits. Although why specifically him, he had no idea, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice except to go along with it.

At least he hadn’t had to change cause shit went awry, like the fucking exhibits coming alive cause of a fucking akuma and he’d have to go become Dynamight --

Don’t fucking jinx yourself, dipshit, he reminded himself mentally. It’d be just his fucking luck that exactly that would happen.

Unfortunately, in one of the hallways on the way to wherever the fuck Marinette wanted to go to, Katsuki had heard someone coming and muttered as much to Pigtails, both of them looking around frantically for a place to hide, with no luck. So they’d had to think fast.

...Which had led to Marinette spouting off with a “Follow my lead”, to which he’d only managed to get out a “The fu--” and the next thing the crimson-eyed blond knew, he was pressed up against the wall with a very, very nice, soft feeling pressing against his lips.

Did.... did she just fucking kiss him?!

That was about all he registered before his brain decided to short-circuit.

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She was right, he'd never hurt her, not unless he was absolutely forced to, and even then he'd fight with every fiber of his being to keep from it. He'd already done it once when that moth fucker had gotten into his head when he was at a low point and ended up akumatizing him, something he'd made damn sure didn't happen a second time. The fucker had been hellbent on killing her to take her Miraculous -- something he was still struggling slightly to wrap his mind around, though it wasn't hard to believe considering everything he'd seen -- but he'd fought tooth and fucking nail to keep anything from happening to her.

He'd had a bruise on his right arm for weeks after that just from trying to keep that bastard from using his quirk, and his arm, to blast her to pieces. He'd had to wear long sleeves for a while, too, just to avoid people asking about it.

Having someone to talk about it to was actually somewhat therapeutic; even though he wouldn't openly admit it, the signs were there, and at some point when he'd pulled her aside and told Marinette about him being Dynamight, she'd confessed she'd already known and revealed her own secret.

At the time that had kind of pissed him off, but when he'd thought about it more rationally, it made sense -- it was why she couldn't tell him about it, why that magic had been in place to keep him from realizing it himself. Not to mention that annoying reporter girl apparently knew about it and had her own transformation and Miraculous too.

He let out a single slow, calming breath into her shirt, and while he did try to recall what the dream was about for a moment, it still slipped away from him and he didn't bother trying to chase after it. "Don't r'member what it was anyway," came his slightly muffled response. "Not sure I wanna...."

A slight shift of his head so it was laying sideways and he could peek one eye to look up at her face and look over her features for a long moment. Her freckles, the slightly plush curve of her jaw, lips he adored kissing...

The reporter girl would tease the shit out of him if she knew his thoughts.

  ❝No,❞ Marinette's voice came rushed but full of tenderness as she wrapped her arms around him, one hand rubbing his back and the other going into his hair from the back of his head, giving him light scratches, ❝No, you didn't hurt me. You'd never hurt me.❞ She hushes softly, her eyes fixed on him, glossed over if he was to look at her. Thank the Kwamis he wasn't.

  It wasn't often she witnessed it; Marinette stayed here with him because she wanted to — she loved him after all — and she wanted to be here for him. He had issues at home ( she found out the hard way ), he had so much going on... and it broke her heart. It hurt so much to see him hurting, to wake up in a fright like that. Running her hands through his hair, Marinette exhaled a sigh, ❝...Do you wanna talk about it?❞