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Beautiful art I got of Decord and Galin!

Done by Kneeco

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Are you enjoying your journey, "hero"?

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Read Confessions on Ao3 Rating: G for General Audiences Word Count: 1.4K

An Adrinette Post-Reveal fic, where someone brings up Catwalker

Her fingers slide through his hair like she’s untangling silk threads. She thinks she should have made the Adrien-is-Chat-Noir connection sooner, given how many times she’s slid her hands through his hair both in and out of costume. She’s never quite gotten over how smooth it is. She’d told herself that with Chat it was just the magic, and with Adrien, she’d imagined copious bottles of product—only come to find out, it was both.

His head rests in her lap, and his eyes hidden behind his forearm. His fingers fidget absentmindedly with one of her hair ties, and his lanky legs are propped up against her wall, jeans sliding off to show just a bit of bare ankle. She’s pressed back into her own mountain of pillows, and she thinks how nice it is to have afternoons like this together. No more chasing down villains, no more battles, no more secrets.

“Kim as the monkey was an inspired choice,” Adrien says. “He’s about as chaotic as Plagg.”

Marinette laughs softly. “I think that was Master Fu’s choice, not mine.”

“How do you decide who the right choice is?” Adrien pulls his arm from his face and looks up at her. Pensive curiosity flits through his determined green gaze. “Like, Nino’s really protective, so Carapace makes sense, but Alya’s all about truth and justice, right? Lies and illusion don’t make a lot of sense for her.”

Marinette tips her head back and stares at the trapdoor above her bed. “I didn’t think Ladybug made sense for me. She’s so brave and cunning and determined… I’ve always been a coward and pretty hapless and helpless.”

“I think you’re brave and determined.”

“You’ve only known me since becoming Ladybug. I’ve grown a lot.”

“Chat Noir made perfect sense for me.”

Marinette laughs, jostling Adrien, and when she looks back down at him he’s glaring up at her.

“You don’t think so?” he says flatly.

“It’s not that,” she laughs again. “I mean, it does make sense—now anyway. But not how you used to be, you know, around other people.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Just that you’ve changed, too.”

“I was always like this,” he protests. “I just pretended to be someone else for a long time.”

“So you weren’t a handsome, charming, polite and kind friend all those years?”

“Chat Noir is all of those things.”

“Charming is stretching it.”

Adrien wrinkles his nose, and it only makes Marinette laugh more.

“Who was Scarabella, anyway?” Adrien asks, unsubtly changing the subject.

Marinette has to take a moment to compose her giggles. “That was Alya.”

“Ah, of course. She did a good job, but she certainly was no replacement for you.”

Marinette bites her cheek, hoping he can’t see her blush. The hardest thing about dating Adrien after the reveal has been listening to him praise her as Ladybug. She had never quite felt comfortable hearing him praise Ladybug before, and now that he knows the truth, it’s worse, as if knowing both of her identities has somehow doubled the intensity of the compliments.

She unsubtly reaches for a subject change of her own. “And what about Catwalker? You picked him, didn’t you? Or was that Plagg?”

Adrien glances away, tipping his head back for a better gaze of her pinboard that is no longer just Gabriel ads, but has grown to include photos with friends and pictures from several of their date nights, and a few even of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

“Catwalker was—well…” His brow furrows as he searches for the answer. She can’t fathom why it’s so hard for him to explain if he knows, but finally he says, “I was Catwalker.”

Marinette laughs again. “What do you mean you were Catwalker?”

“Well—you didn’t need Chat Noir around, and Plagg didn’t want another holder, so we… we figured something else out.”

Her hands go still in his hair. “You know I always need you, right, minou?”

His eyes are still on her corkboard. “You didn’t need Catwalker.”

“It was more like I couldn’t function with Catwalker. I… I liked you too much. You were so careful, so polite, so put together and charming… I couldn’t even think straight, just like all those times I couldn’t talk to you at school. You just made my brain stop working! I couldn’t be Ladybug if I was too busy thinking about kissing you.”

She hopes he’ll sit up for a kiss, but he still doesn’t move. His gaze remains distant.

“Catwalker was based on the person I would always pretend to be. The person my father wanted me to be.”

Marinette understands rather suddenly where she misstepped. She bites down on her tongue, holding back a stuttered apology. She can’t say she didn’t mean it, or it wasn’t true, because it all was and still is. She loves Adrien, and a lot of “Adrien” has been made to please his father. She understands now why he had pouted when she’d said he was so different from Chat Noir.

She runs her fingers through his hair again with a bit more intention to the contact between them than her lazy strokes earlier. “Shortly before we started dating, I got obsessed with dating Chat Noir.”

“Oh, I remember,” he says, and a small smirk flashes across his face. Despite how insulting it ought to feel, it relaxes her. She knows he’s still here, listening, and not lost in his own head.

“I love all of you, Adrien. You are still kind and polite, and not just to make others happy. You do it because you care. And you’re silly and sometimes charming, but maybe not as often as you’d like to be. You’re Adrien and Chat Noir, you know, and I love all of it. Because I love all of you.”

His eyes finally slide back up to meet hers. “You’re Marinette and Ladybug, you know.”

Heat creeps up her neck and into her cheeks. “O-of course.”

He swings his legs down and pushes himself up to her level. “You are brave and determined and cunning and creative and honest and thoughtful and a hero.” He leans in until his face is inches from hers.

Her cheeks must be fully red now.

“Adrien, I’m not—”

“If I can be Adrien and Chat Noir, why can’t you be Ladybug and Marinette?”

“I-I am, I just—”

“Am I allowed to love all of you?”

Her tongue tingles as her anxiety mounts. Her brain sparks with all the same misfires it used to around Adrien and Catwalker alike, which is unfair since he’s being particularly impolite and invasive in this moment.

“Adrien, I—”

“You’re my lady and my purrincess,” he says, voice low like Chat Noir’s as he brushes her hair away from her face.

Marinette isn’t sure if her heart or her lungs are going to give out first, but one of them is surely about to clock out for the day and leave her high and dry.

And then he kisses her, and all of her parts call it quits—except her mouth, which seems to find its way around his just fine.

His hand slides through her hair, and his other hand finds its way to her waist. Marinette wants to stop, but she also doesn’t want to stop—ever. It occurs to her, distantly, that Adrien has once again changed the subject away from himself, but that thought is too far from this moment, from the heat of this kiss to do any good.

When he finally does pull away, there’s such a Chat-like mischief in his eyes that only makes Marinette’s blush worse.

“I love you,” he says.

She forces herself—with a fair amount of effort—to remember where they had left off their conversation. “I love all of you,” she says.

He hesitates for only a moment, long enough for her to know the weight of her promise reaches where it ought to. He answers, “Only if you’ll let me love all of you, too.”

It’s a fair trade, at least. Maybe someday Ladybug will stop feeling like a costume, like an act she puts on. Maybe someday she’ll feel worth of all of those grand adjectives. But at least today, at least for now, she’ll feel worthy of Adrien, and she hopes that someday he’ll feel worthy of himself, too.

She twists her hands into the collar of his black T-shirt and pulls him in for another kiss.

[cerasus--flores]

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[praebitorem-glaciei]

“Relax, I’ve got you.” for rubrum spiritus alsvlahsbscn my softies at heart

yayy I love them<3

Prompts Here!

Galin gripped the sheets as their body shook beneath him, they could only pant with effort. They were lightheaded, his face blurred, the room spun. They felt so good they didn't want him to stop but they were struggling to manage.

They weren't used to it yet, they knew that.

"Are you alright?" Decord's voice was soft, softer than he usually was. It made them feel so special. Their chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as they tried to focus on his face. His body stilled on top of them and they whined softly.

"Don't.. Don't stop.."

Decord frowned softly, he could feel the way they twitched around him, could hear the labour as they tried to breathe. "Relax, Galin.." He whispered, softly kissing their cheek. "I've got you." He promised, shifting slightly to moreso hug them than hover over them.

Galin brought their arms up, wrapping around him from underneath. They felt mushy, like they were made of oatmeal or something. Their cunt was starting to hurt, but the pleasure left them needing more. Their fingers tangled in his loose silver hair, doing their best to steady themself using him.

"We should take a breather."

"N..No, I don't.. Don't want to.."

He exhaled, kissing the side of their mouth this time instead. "This won't be the only time, Galin. We can stop, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere." And Decord found he meant those words. He didn't want to go anywhere. Not without them.

"Promise?"

Decord chuckled, lifting his head to press his forehead against theirs. "I promise." When he pulled out he made a face at their pained wince. His cum dripped from their cunt onto the sheets and they sniffled softly at the painful overstimulation.

"There we go.. Let me take care of you."

They were so young and small. Decord's dead heart stirred in his chest. He brought one hand up, brushing their sweaty bangs out of their face. "Relax, red.." And Galin hesitantly nodded, doing their best to listen to him and relax against the mattress.

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MerMay Day 6 ; Midnight

Prompt By: @mossypidder

He always asked to meet you late at night, when the moon was highest in the sky. 

The moon was particularly full today, bathing the cove you met in in beautiful moonlight. It sparkled off of the dark ocean water. It was cold as you swam out to the rock you always met him at, but you pushed through the chill in your body.

Quickly, you were pulling yourself up onto the stone, breathing hard as you rolled onto your back to look up at the sky. The stars were bright too, brilliant and beautiful above you. If you closed your eyes, you could imagine touching them as you reached up above you for them.

Something wet and slimy wrapped around your wrist, tugging your arm down. Your eyes widened in surprise and fear, your chest pounded.

“Hello.”

You turned your head and came eye to eye with bright yellow eyes. His tentacle released your wrist and you lowered your arm to your stomach.

“Decord.”

You breathed out his name, sitting up and looking down at him in the water. His tentacles were near invisible in the water around him, but he used one to cover his mouth as he chuckled at your fearful reaction.

“That’s not funny!”

“Oh, but it is.”

The man’s tentacle lowered into the water and he leaned against this rock, resting on his arm as he looked up at you. “You really keep coming back, hm?” Although it was a true observation, it was one that made you blush. Maybe so.

“You humans, as curious as the fry.”

“Can you blame me?”

The tip of one of his tentacles ran through his long silver hair, moving it out of his face. “No, not entirely.” He shrugged at you, his smile sharp as he maintained eye contact. His eyes were entrancing, they almost seemed to glow in the darkness.

“You still haven’t told me if there’s a way to join you in the sea.”

Decord hummed, tapping his sharp nails against the rock you were sitting on. “Why are you so insistent on joining me out here?”

“The freedom! Do anything, go anywhere. That’s..” You fell back against the rock, sighing as you looked up at the moon once more. “That’s all I want. An escape, I guess.”

“A romanticised view, my dear. The sea is nothing short of a fight for survival.”

You turned your head, but didn’t sit up again, you just opted to look at the man before you. He wasn’t lying, his face and torso visibly scarred from battles you couldn’t even begin to imagine. But instead of being fearful.

You reached out, fingertips brushing against the scars lining the side of his face. Decord’s eyes closed and he leaned into your chaste touch. 

“As if you wouldn’t keep me safe, Dec.”

He exhaled into your hand, opening one eye to look at you before closing his eye again. He was just going to enjoy this moment, enjoy you and your naive love.

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[praebitorem-glaciei]

I will say in general like Decord doesn't mind if Galin wants to have sex with other people. Just for him he requests they don't kiss anybody.

Kissing is really really intimate for Decord, and that's the only rule he asks they follow. So when Galin says "he doesn't mind if we're close!" They more mean, he doesn't mind them kissing others if they're close to that person. (Ie Satoru, Kisa, Emil later on).

Decord would be a bit miffed if Galin kissed people they have sex with but he knows he can't actually control them. That being said, Galin has 100% refrained. When having sex with others, they don't kiss.

The only two people I've written Galin kissing outside of Decord or an au, is in fact Satoru and Emil lol.