#24 not Exactly an anniversary of sorts but it's the easiest thing to go by as i finished a drawing that uh. was meant as a reference to---

[alackofghosts]

me and my baby've been through a lot of good and bad ♪

[cerulean-shark]

About the ship ask, russingon and/or angbang?

Thanks for asking! I love both ships so I'll do them both. Since a lot of the asks include modern stuff, I'm going to do modern AU for both the ships. I hope that's all right.

ANGBANG:Who hogs the duvet? Both of them would. It would end poorly.Who texts/rings to check how their day is going? Melkor, he can be kind of clingy. He likes knowing that Mairon is okay.Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts? Mairon would get super into it, he'd be great at finding or making a gift. Melkor is certainly creative, though I think less in the realm of gift giving and more in the realm of tactics and plans.Who gets up first in the morning? Mairon, he's very diligent with his work. Melkor would be more of a fan of sleeping in.Who suggests new things in bed? Both of them, honestly.Who cries at movies? Neither of them.Who gives unprompted massages? 100% Mairon.Who fusses over the other when they’re sick? Melkor. He'd become extremely clingy and constantly check if Mairon was okay or if he needed anything. Mairon would take the whole situation poorly.Who gets jealous easiest? Both of them, but Melkor is definitely more protective. He doesn't like other people moving in on Mairon.Who has the most embarrassing taste in music? Mairon. He'd like some really niche genre that 90% of people have never heard of.Who collects something unusual? Mairon would hoard shiny objects, kind of like a crow. He’d keep them meticulously organized and labeled. Who takes the longest to get ready? Mairon. He would never be in public without looking his best.Who is the most tidy and organised? Mairon, by far. They'd probably fight over it, since Melkor is lazy about cleaning and organization. Mairon would insist on everything being neat 24/7.Who gets most excited about the holidays? Neither of them would get super into it, but Melkor would like it more than Mairon.Who is the big spoon/little spoon? Melkor is the big spoon. Mairon enjoys being held and having his hair stroked.Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports? Both of them are insanely competitive. They work together and are good at coming up with strategies to win.Who starts the most arguments? Mairon would get pissed at Melkor for not keeping his living quarters organized. Who suggests that they buy a pet? Mairon is a dog person in any AU and we all know it.What couple’s traditions they have? I don't see them as super traditional. Celebrating their anniversary is probably as far as they'd go.What TV shows they watch together? They'd like Black Mirror or something of the sort, but occasionally they'd watch something weird (soap opera or cooking competition) and get super into it. Yelling at the TV and everything.What other couple they hang out with? No one comes to mind.How they spend time together as a couple? Working, talking about their day, marathoning horror movies, scheming, visiting museums, stuff like that.Who made the first move? Melkor, though Mairon reciprocated sooner than he let on.Who brings flowers home? I don't feel like they'd be super into flowers. I just can't see it.Who is the best cook? Melkor can cook, but Mairon is probably better.RUSSINGON:Who hogs the duvet? Fingon, he gets cold easily. It's not really an intentional thing, he just does it in his sleep.Who texts/rings to check how their day is going? Both of them would. It's sort of a comfort thing to know that if they need anything they can just call each other.Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts? Maedhros. He's good at finding exactly what people want.Who gets up first in the morning? Maedhros is a restless sleeper, so he'll either be up at the crack of dawn or he'll sleep in. Fingon gets up at a pretty regular time each day.Who suggests new things in bed? Fingon. Mae is shy.Who cries at movies? Maedhros cries over happy or sad endings. He's kind of emotional over good movies.Who gives unprompted massages? Fingon, he's naturally very caring.Who fusses over the other when they’re sick? Both of them would, they're protective of each other and like helping.Who gets jealous easiest? Neither of them are particularly jealous, but Maedhros is more so than Fingon. He doesn't ever really say anything though.Who has the most embarrassing taste in music? Fingon. I feel like he'd like super weird old-fashioned music.Who collects something unusual? Fingon is the type to collect something like feathers. He'd keep them in a display box and have each of them labeled.Who takes the longest to get ready? Fingon. Those braids have to take awhile.Who is the most tidy and organised? Neither of them are neat freaks, but Maedhros keeps things fairly clean and orderly.Who gets most excited about the holidays? Maedhros loves cold weather, so the holidays would just be an added bonus to his favorite season. Who is the big spoon/little spoon? Maedhros is the big spoon, just because he's so much taller than Fingon.Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports? Maedhros. He inherited it from his father, and whole he's more rational, he still gets really into games.Who starts the most arguments? Maedhros. He's more hot-headed and standoffish than Fingon.Who suggests that they buy a pet? Maedhros would probably like a cat or two.What couple traditions do they have? They always host during the holidays and such because they're the only members of their families that get along.What tv shows they watch together? Game of Thrones, Stranger Things, Star Trek, a bit of Doctor Who.What other couple they hang out with? You know, I'm not sure.How they spend time together as a couple? Talking, watching TV or movies, fencing lessons, hiking/exploring, going to concertsWho made the first move? Fingon. Maedhros is shy about his feelings.Who brings flowers home? Both of them, just as a nice surprise. Who is the best cook? Maedhros, he has six younger brothers. He definitely had to do some babysitting growing up.

[baneismydragon]

OT4 Nonsense pt 4.

YES IT’S BACK! (I am reposting this without the art this is inspired by to make it easier to link to the others later.) This is set about a month or so after where part 3 left off. I might go fill in the gaps later. 

This chapter is based on the following art: http://hchano.tumblr.com/post/155309545851/yo-fangirlmorelikefangay-im-your-mlsecretsanta

“Nino!”

“GAAAHHH!” Nino shrieked, spinning towards his open window to see a distraught looking Chat Noir poking his head in. “Dude! I… Jeez, you cannot just sneak up on me like that!”

The hero hunched his shoulders, his cat ears flattening ashamedly.

“Sorry, I just… I needed to talk and I thought it would be ok…” Chat Noir began in what might have been the most pitiful voice his friend had ever heard from him.

Nino sighed, shaking his head slightly and trying not to laugh at the pathetic picture clinging to his window sill. “I don’t mind that you are here just, I don’t know, knock or something,” he said, gesturing for him to come into the room.

“Sorry.” Chat said again, his transformation dropping away in a flash of green light to reveal a sheepish and somewhat disheveled looking Adrien. His small black companion immediately darted into the corner of the room where Nino had turned one of his old toys into a kwami den the last time they had stopped by.

Nino got up from his desk chair and sat down on the edge of his bed, patting the mattress next to him in a beckoning gesture.

Adrien wasted no time climbing up onto the bed and curling up into Nino’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around his boyfriend’s waist.

Nino began softly carding his hands through Adrien’s hair, knowing that the easiest way to get the severely repressed boy to open up about anything was to simply say nothing and wait.

It didn’t take long.

“Have you ever thought that something was one way, and then found out that you were completely wrong and that everything you thought was true is a lie?” Adrien said, his voice somewhat muffled as he buried his head into the fabric of Nino’s tee-shirt.

“Huh… I donnow. I mean, two weeks ago I was a normal guy with just a normal- well, somewhat normal- girlfriend. Now I find myself in a complex polyamorous relationship with both said semi-normal girlfriend, and my best friend, who apparently I have been unconsciously dating since November- who, by the way, decided for our one week anniversary to tell me that he has secretly been running around saving Paris for the last two years in a skin tight leather cat-suit. Nah, that is a completely foreign feeling. Your own your own my friend.”

“You’re so mean,” Adrien whined, squeezing his arms tighter and shaking his head in irritation. “I am going through a profound and deeply distressing emotional epiphany and all you can do is make fun of me.”

“I am not mean, you are just melodramatic,” Nino teased, eliciting an irritated huff from his boyfriend. “So do you wanna tell me what happened or are you just going to be vague and depressing?”

Adrien stiffened slightly.

“It’s stupid,” he said softly. “I’m just stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“If it matters to you than it isn’t stupid. And if it matters enough that you are going to come chasing me down, after midnight, less than three hours after I got home from my trip- which you already knew- then clearly you should say something, regardless of how stupid it is. So talk to me, what’s going on?”

Adrien muttered something incomprehensible, burying his face further into the fabric of the tee-shirt.

“What was that? I didn’t catch a word you just said.”

“I said I don’t want to make you mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Nino asked, scratching at Adrien’s scalp with his fingertips in the way he knew never failed to relax the boy.

“Because I am an idiot,” Adrien sighed dejectedly, his muscles going limp.

“Did you kill someone?” Nino asked calmly.

“No…” Adrien replied, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Did you suddenly decide to join up with Hawkmoth in his quest to seize the miraculouses in order to achieve… actually what does he want out of all of this?”

“Honestly? No idea. He wasn’t really up front with his motivations. And no.”

“Did you start dating Chloe?”

“God no!”

“Then I can’t think of anything stupid you could have done in the last 48 hours that would make me hate you,” Nino said smiling. “So, what horrible cat-astrophy brought you scampering to my window at one in the morning?”

“Did you just make a cat pun?” Adrien asked, his eyes lighting up and a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Well, I have it on very good authority that you like them.”

For the first time since his arrival Adrien seems to calm down and Nino smiled to himself. Score one for the boyfriend.

Adrien sighed contentedly and wriggled around a bit, adjusting his position so that he was face up with his head propped against Nino’s thigh.

“You are the best, you know that right?”

“Hang on, can you repeat that into a microphone so I can play it on repeat to Alya?” Nino teased.

Adrien laughed, catching a hold of his friends hand and entwining their fingers.

Nino said nothing but raised his eyebrows expectantly to show that he wasn’t going to be that easily distracted.

Adrien’s expression sobered and he stared absently at one of Nino’s many posters, a soft blush staining his cheeks.

“So, yesterday was New Years,” he said softly.

“Yeah I think I got that memo.”

Adrien rolled his eye. “Do you want me to tell you what happened or not?”

“I’m sorry, please continue.”

“Anyways, father was out of town and so were you so I thought I might go and… um… well I decided to go try and visit Marinette.”

Nino bit his lip to clamp down on the string of questions that THAT statement evoked.

“Did it not go well?” he said instead, attempting to sound casual. He knew that Alya had spent the holiday at Marinette’s as well, and she hadn’t mentioned anything about Adrien being there, which was already suspicious given her obsessive matchmaking. Either Adrien was really making a big deal out of absolutely nothing, or something had gone extremely wrong.

“Well… She didn’t exactly know I was there… I sort of… um… I might sometimes… goandvisitherasChatNoir.”

“WHAT?!”

“She is like my biggest fan! And she totally gives me cookies and gets all excited, and she is really cute and it’s adorable, don’t judge me!”

“And how long exactly have you been ‘visiting’ Marinette in disguise?” Nino said, punctuating his statement with air quotes.

“Only the last 5 months or so.”

“Only the…” Nino took a deep breath, “you know what? We are tabling that for now, back to the original conversation. So you are creeping outside Mari’s house in disguise-“

“I wasn’t creeping!”

Nino raised an eyebrow.

“Ok I was kinda creeping, but the point is I get there and…” his expression darkened. “Well she was sort of… occupied.”

“Did… oh my God, did you walk in on her and Alya making out?”

“I didn’t walk in so much as saw it through the window.”

“You’re jealous!”

“I never said that!”

“But you are!”

Adrien didn’t say anything, instead he twisted around again, curling into a fetal position with an irritated pout.

Nino couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing flopping back on the bed and covering his face with his hands.

“Okay, I might have been a little jealous,” Adrien confessed softly.

“You think?”

“Do you hate me?” Adrien asked quietly, his tone heartbreaking vulnerable.

“Oh, dude of course I don’t hate you,” Nino said reassuringly, reaching to haul the miserable looking boy up into a tight cuddle. “You are my best friend AND my boyfriend it would be rather inconvenient if I hated you,” he said soothingly, stroking Adrien’s back. “Not to mention it would pretty much make me the world’s biggest hypocrite, seeing as how I already have a girlfriend and a boyfriend and agree with both of them that Mari is smoking hot.”

Adrien relaxed, snuggling into the embrace and letting out a gentle purr at the affectionate attention. Nino wondered idly if he would ever get used to the surprised thrill that shot through his system every time it happened. He rather hoped not.

“In fact,” Nino continued smugly, “if I remember correct I was the first person in our group to ask her out.”

“You mean try to ask her out,” Adrien laughed, “You failed miserably remember?”  

“It’s still more than you have accomplished Mr. cat stalker,” he retorted causing Adrien too blush and bury his face again. “Besides I have no complaints about how things worked out in the end.”

Adrien hummed noncommittally, closing his eyes and continuing his purr filled snuggling.

For a few minutes they just stayed as they were, Nino occasionally rubbing his hands down Adrien’s back or ruffling his hair, hoping to reassure the boy that he was, in fact, loved and wanted.

“So have you been beating yourself up for the last 24 hours because you have a crush on Marinette?” Nino asked.

“Maybe.”

“You are killing me man,” he sighed, chuckling a little at the whole ridiculous situation.

“I told you I am an idiot,” Adrien said.

“No it’s not that. Do you have any idea how much I want to hold it over Alya’s head that I was right this whole time? Seriously, it is taking every bit of self-control I have not to grab my phone and just start screaming I told you so for the next 20 minutes.”

“You knew?”

“Technically I suspected, since you never admitted it until now. But I can’t say anything because you know Alya. She is going to want details and I can’t really explain what happened since she doesn’t know that you’re Chat Noir.”

“I mean, if you need to we can tell her. Plagg doesn’t really seem to care that much about the whole secret identity thing, right Plagg?”

“It’s your life kid do what you want. Tikki’s the one with all the stupid hangups about it,” the kwami called out from his nest on the other side of the room.

“See,” Adrien said, “it’s not a problem, and besides it’s not like I don’t trust Alya.”

“It’s ok, you don’t have to feel pressured into revealing yourself for my sake,” Nino said, slightly awed that Adrien would even offer something so monumental.

“I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” Nino said, squeezing Adrien a little tighter.

“I know but… I know that it would make things easier for you. You guys are always telling me about how the key to this whole relationship thing is being honest and communicating, and this is a pretty big thing to be hiding from Alya.”

Nino worried his lip lost in his own thoughts. It would definitely be less stressful if Alya knew about Adrien’s double life. Plus they would both be able to potentially support him- helping to come up with excuses when he ran off after Akumas, filling him in on missed homework, that sort of thing. Not to mention that it would pretty much make Alya’s year having direct access to the Super heroes. On the other hand… an idea began forming in Nino’s mind and he smiled.

“You know let’s wait a little bit. You know, have some fun with the whole thing first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Alya and I are supposed to be meeting up at Mari’s tomorrow night for a study group to finish off that physic project that’s due on Monday.”

“You guy’s still haven’t done that?”

“Not all of us are you Adrien. Anyways my point is, since Chat Noir has a history of visiting Marinette anyways, you could just show up. You know Al would love it.”

“Yeah ok. I mean, Marinette usually makes me wait up on the roof. I think she is worried that I am going to attack her yarn collection or something.”

Nino tried to repress a snort of laughter. That certainly explained a lot about Adrien’s continued obliviousness. He wondered how Adrien would react to Marinette’s- admittedly toned down since she had started- choice of décor.

“I am sure between Alya and myself we can talk her into letting you inside,” Nino said with a smirk. This was going to be a lot of fun.

“Okay, it’s a date.” Adrien gave him a wide smile, then sighed again. “It’s late I should probably go.”

“You can stay if you want. It’s not like we have school tomorrow and you already said your dad’s out of town.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, you might not have noticed but I kind of enjoy your company.”

Adrien grinned again before kicking off his shoes and wriggling back into a comfortable position.

“I really do mean it, you are the best,” Adrien murmured sleepily.

Nino smiled, dropping a gentle kiss into his boyfriend’s hair. “I love you too Adrien.”