#I will just handle the bun-bun and kitty-cat

[the-last-teabag]

A little Bunny-rus and Cat-starion cuddling for all eternity <3 Finally being happy in undisturbed togetherness.

Many thanks at @imagineitdearies for creating my favorite drow in the whole D&D universe.

Anyone who hasn't read it yet, please check out their fanfic Perfect Slaughter

[the-night-writer1]

When there's too many monkeys

A sequel to Amnesia rules except when you're pregnant. Enjoy.

Wukong went pain stakingly quiet after Tang told him what went on the past couple hours. He found himself curling into the sleeping Macaque for comfort. None of this was going how he hoped.

Wukong didn't blame the baby for any of this though. They had no choice in any of this. Poor little one. Gods Wukong hated hormones, he was so close to crying as he buried his face in Macaque's chest.

Tang got up and joined Pigsy in the front seats. He was about to ask about looking for the others when guess who crashed into the van. Jolting Mac awake and into protection mode. Shadow bubble as the two monkeys fell out of bed thanks to the impact. Rough wake up call.

"hey guys! We got the first ring!" Mk said as he pulled himself away from the wind shield. Tang automatically noticing he had the first ring. Grabbing Mk's wrist to look at it. Tang was excited as Mac who hadn't been spotted by Mk yet rubbed Wukong's back.

"you okay? " Mac asked softly as he laid on the floor with Wukong on top of him. The protective bubble vanishing. Wukong still had his face in Macaque's chest. Physically he was fine emotionally though? No not in the slightest and Macaque was quick to realize that as soon as Wukong didn't look at Mk and his friends. He wrapped his arms around Wukong's upper body and rubbed his back. He spoke softly,"it's going to be okay I got you. You're both going to be alright -"

"What's Macaque doing here!?" Mk yelled in a panic as Mei got her sword out. To be fair the last time they saw him, he'd tried take them directly to LBD. Tang slide in front of them while Pigsy just sat there.

He wasn't even a fan of Wukong but now there's another monkey here. One that tried to kill them before. Then there was Wukong's bun in the oven which made things more complicated as they now couldn't rely on him to come to their aid. Pigsy was in a bit of a sour mode since he felt kinda of bad for shoving that pepper down Wukong's throat. Now he had the knowledge of that poor developing baby.

"wait he's on our side now no need to fight him!" Tang said as he put his arms out to block an attempted monkey murder. MK and Mei had skeptical looks but Sandy was convinced when his cat jumped on Wukong's back and looked back at them. Mo was a smart kitty if he backed up Tang clearly they could trust Mac. At least in Sandy's eyes.

"But he tried to kidnap us earlier with a fake van! How is he suddenly on our side!? This could be a trick-" Mei stated before Mk pushed past Tang. He heard light whimpers that definitely weren't Macaque's. Wait the monkey king was crying? What was going on here!?

"monkey king?" Mk asked softly as Macaque gently scooped Wukong up and got off laying on the floor. He had moved Mo first.

"I'm going to take him outside for a couple minutes. we'll work this out after.Be back in five" Macaque said as he portaled out of the van before anyone could protest. He sat down on the sand with Wukong in his lap. He spoke gently as he rubbed Wukong's cheek,"deep breaths okay? I know you don't handle panic attacks well so just let me help you through it okay."

Wukong nodded as he held on to Mac's hand. He didn't want things to go this way. He just wanted to collect all the rings. Including separating Mei from her's and get the flame. Not find out he's pregnant and that plan was partly out the window. Baby be burned out of him if he went with his original plan. He didn't know what to do now.

"what am I going to do Mihou?.. I can't use my original plan now...but they're counting on me" Wukong asked softly as he choked on tears. Macaque kissed his forehead softly as he rubbed the King's cheek.

"we'll figure something out...but for now we need to calm you down okay? Kid start losing his mind if he sees how panicked you are" Mac said sweetly as he went on with the soft comfort. He had a feeling the kid was watching them with the golden vision. Kid couldn't hear them though so he could talk cleanly,"let's try focusing on something else for now okay? How far do you think you are?"

"about 10 weeks" Wukong said he rubbed his eyes, and took some deep breaths. Definitely Mac's then. Mac pressed a gentle kiss between Wukong's eyes as he wrapped his arms around his invisible bump.

"think it's too early for nicknames?" Mac asked playfully as he nuzzled Wukong,"sunshine or fruit seed be fun"

"pfft... Sunshine be nice" Wukong said softly as he nuzzled Mac back. Just taking in the sweetness.

---

"so what's he doing to the monkey king MK?" Mei asked her sword still out and ready to fight.

"just talking but monkey king looks like he's having a panic attack." MK said as he stared through the wall," so why is Macaque suddenly on our side?".

" well the monkey king is -" Pigsy started to say before Tang covered his mouth.

"That isn't our news to give Pigsy! However I am going to say Macaque let us know why he's been attacking us in the first place" Tang said after scolding Pigsy for a moment. The pig rolled his eyes after crossing his arms," he's in debt to LBD. He'd only have his freedom handing Mk and the Monkey King over to her"

[writingbakery]

⤿ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 ! 🍪

bakery special; i needed to cheer myself up with some fluff, & these lil hello panda cookies are absolutely addicting. enjoy 💗

dessert pairing; daichi, ushijima, bokuto, kageyama, & hinata x gn! reader

pastry taglist; @beatific-drabbles @this-kitty-got-claws @the-iron-wife @sushizombie @bakugou-jpg @bear-kingdom-princess @marsbf @heroheads

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Daichi Sawamura

“just one, dai ? pretty pretty please?” you pout, & your boyfriend sighs as he weighs the pros & cons of two different protein powders.

“we haven’t even had lunch yet, [y/n]. you’ll spoil your appetite,” he tries to reason with you as he places the bottle in the cart, ignoring your pouty face with every ounce of his strength. “but they’re so tiny & delicious, one box won’t kill me. plus you said we couldn’t have the really huge box of mini chocolates, this is a fair compromise !”

he’s really regretting introducing the “snack compromise” rule; it was meant to balance out all your junk food with vegetables, & yet daichi feels like you’ve managed to con him with it more times than he can count.

“fine. one box, alrig— [y/n]! wait for me, you’ll get lost again—“ you’re too busy skipping towards the candy aisle, the shiny boxes of hello panda cookies calling your name. oh dear, daichi groans internally, watching you gather at least six boxes in your arms.

maybe he can sneak in a kale shake with your breakfast tomorrow.

[“are you going to at least share them with me?”

“maybe, if you ask nicely!”]

Ushijima Wakatoshi

“say ahh, toshi!”

the gym is absolutely silent, every single volleyball player practically breaking their necks to watch you as you hold the tiny, panda shaped cookie up to ushijima’s lips. tendou is far too pleased, & goshiki looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm.

ushijima doesn’t even hesitate, leans down to gently take the cookie from your fingers — even pressing a gentle kiss against them before pulling away. it’s a practically unnoticeable act of pda, but for him it’s like he’s pulled you in for a hollywood dip & kiss, tongue & all.

“i like the chocolate ones better,” he says after a moment of chewing, & you laugh a little at his teammates’ expressions. “i know, but the strawberry ones are superior, toshi. you & your tastebuds will learn,” you tease, patting his cheek, & he leans against your palm a moment in another rare show of affection.

goshiki coughs on his water, tendou slapping at his back with a cackle heard all the way out into the halls. they’re quite obviously gawking at the pair of you, not used to seeing ushijima so... soft.

“told you. captain’s not so stoic with his weak spot,” tendou whispers, & you can’t even bring yourself to chastise him for gossiping; he’s absolutely 1000% right, & both you & wakatoshi know it.

that doesn’t stop your boyfriend from making them both do laps around the gym for eavesdropping instead of practicing, but they sort of deserved it.

[“i have the chocolate ones at home, if you wanna come over?”

“i’ve got a feeling that was your plan all along, princess.”

“maybe...”]

Bokuto Kotaro

“hi baby !”

your overly energetic boyfriend is waving best he can outside your window, arms full of at least twenty boxes of hello panda cookies. he’s got all different flavors, & if you squint you can see a few littering the grass around & behind him like a cookie trail — obviously from carrying more than he could handle.

“ko, it’s one am! what on earth are you doing?!” you whisper shout, but his smile never wavers. “you were mad at me earlier cause i ate all your cookies, so i told myself i’d buy you more, but then practice ran really late cause akaashi wanted to work on some moves, and then i fell asleep in the shower, & then the one corner store didn’t have the ones you liked so i had to go to the one with the fat cat in the window!”

“kotaro, that shop is nearly an hour away!” your boyfriend is still absolutely unphased, bouncing ok his toes as he tries to balance all the cookies in his arms. “yeah, but you’re my baby, my angel, my sweetheart princess sugar plum honey bun ! only the best for ya, duh !”

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, but inwardly you’re touched; he never fails to make you feel special, even if it’s a little over the top. “well, come inside then, no use freezing your tail off out there. but you’re big spoon tonight,” you warn, smiling despite yourself at the happy dance he does.

“and don’t leave those cookies on the grass, ko !” “of course not, baby!”

[he accidentally leaves a few behind, & you’re finding stray boxes for days after, but it’s sweet nonetheless, & your heart swells every time you see one. ]

Kageyama Tobio

“i can’t believe you’re not sharing with me.”

the pouty look on your boyfriend’s face is downright adorable, almost laughable as he rolls over on your bed to glare at you. you’re sitting at your desk, homework long forgotten as you munch the vanilla filled panda cookies — the ones you’re refusing to share.

“you wouldn’t share your milk with me earlier, so this is payback. you even looked offended that i’d asked !” you counter, munching another cookie, & kageyama scowls. “that’s different ! you know how i feel about milk !” he whines, & you can’t help your giggles.

“well, i feel the same way about hello panda cookies, & you’re gonna have to deal with it,” you tease, & your boyfriend huffs dramatically before flopping onto his back.

one minute passes, then two as you patiently wait. any moment now, and — “what if i brought you your own milk when i go get mine ? & maybe ... i let you sip mine sometimes?” he asks finally, leaning his head back over the edge of the bed to look at you upside down.

got him. you nod with a smile, carefully pressing a cookie to his lips at the compromise, & he grabs your hand to tug you onto the bed with him.

he was a brat, but you’d learned how to get your way with him, & he was none the wiser — he’s just lucky he’s so cute.

[“kageyama ! you brought me milk, i knew you loved me—“

“get away from me hinata, this is for [y/n] & [y/n] only !” ]

Hinata Shoyo

“what do you mean you don’t eat the ears first?”

your boyfriend is looking at you like you’ve grown six heads, but you don’t really care — you’re pretty sure you’re not the crazy one here. “[y/n], the cookie is so small. you don’t eat it all in one bite?” he asks incredulously, crumbs decorating the corner of his mouth.

leaning over, you brush the crumbs off his face before sitting criss cross on the grass next to him, shaking your head. “no, that’s not the right way to eat them. you bite off both the ears, then the head,” you explain, even pulling out a cookie to demonstrate.

hinata is still looking at you oddly, & you shrug your shoulders a little self consciously. “it’s how i’ve always eaten them, i dunno,” you mumble, & you watch his face melt into something more fond, more loving. “i’ll have to try it then,” he decides, carefully nibbling off the ears of the panda cookie, & you smile at how attentive he is.

“hm, they do kind of taste better this way. like i’m savoring it kinda ?” he says, & you nod excitedly. “exactly ! you get to enjoy the cookie more this way !”

“i’ll never eat them any other way ever again ! all hail the superior [y/n] way of cookie eating,” he declares, kissing your forehead as you giggle at his antics.

no matter how weird or out of place you feel, hinata is always there to make sure you know you’re loved just the way you are, & you appreciate him more than you can say.

[“is this cannibalism then? you’re sweet as a cookie, [y/n], & you’re cute like these ones too.”

“hinata shoyo, you flirt!” ]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[amethystkarl]

Sunflower Feelings -- Sapnap x f!oc

Hi friends, mcyt fic debut here! This is a fic I am in the progress of writing for a friend, so please bear that in mind if you choose to read. Most aspects have been requested, I just also decided to upload here for feedback and funsies.

If you do read, I hope you enjoy and come back for more when I eventually have it! :D This is essentially Dream and Sapnap Get a Roommate: The Sitcom.

Friendly reminder that of course, this is both purely fictional and loosely based on content uploaded by these creators. Please respect both their and my boundaries by not sending/tagging creators.

prologue.

chapter 1.

chapter 2.

iii. “I’m leaving you love notes in the kitchen.”

Nick has no idea what’s happening in this movie. All he knows is the title, but even that memory is long-gone. Dream, that motherfucker, had decided to sit on the other end of the couch instead of in the middle. With the cats somehow occupying the entirety of the big armchair, Nick is now sharing a blanket with Sarah and concentrating very hard on not moving either one of his hands folded in his lap.

It’s fine across the dining room table, while all the lights are on. It’s fine in the car, he’s just thankful he has someone to run errands with for once. It’s even fine when they converge in the kitchen at ungodly hours of the morning,

*****

Sarah turns her pillow to the cold side for the 3rd time in 40 minutes, and she huffs in annoyance. The glare of her phone screen screws a single eye shut, her phoneless hand flying up as if to shield her eyes from the sun.

She hasn’t been awake for that long; hell, it’s not even sunrise hours yet. The frustrating part, is Sarah had finally gotten to bed after a particularly brutal round of homework, and her lovely sleep was interrupted by Panda’s insistence on making noise regardless of the time of day. She had woken earlier with a start to hear Panda quite frankly, yelling, from his perch atop the closed toilet lid. Sarah curses under her breath before scooping the distraught kitty in her arms, weight immediately settling against the fabric of her enormous t-shirt.

“C’mon dude, you woke me up like half an hour ago,” she whines, walking over to her bed and lowering Panda onto the blankets. He immediately jumps off and pads to the closed bedroom door, starting to meow again.

“Are you seriously begging me for a treat right now?” Panda cocks his head, and Sarah swears this cat understands more English than he probably should. She sighs in resignation, opens the door and snorts as Panda immediately slinks past her legs and trots down the stairs.The kitchen light is already on, and Sarah frowns slightly as she tries to remember if she turned the light off when she closed the blinds earlier.

Nick unknowingly answers her question as he stands hunched over the kitchen counter. Sarah makes sure to step extra loudly onto the tile so she doesn’t sneak up on him, and Nick turns to see her in all her post-studying glory. Sarah gives him a lazy salute and opens the fridge, her bloodshot eyes sliding shut as the cool air hits her face. Nick wordlessly hands her a spoon and holds up the half-eaten container of Cherry Garcia.

“Thanks.” Sarah tosses her handful of chilled KitKats on the counter, accepting Nick’s offer. She swallows and “mm”s appreciatively, letting the spoon dangle from her mouth as she swipes the jar of peanut butter from the pantry.

“Goodnight,” Nick says, half-smiling as Sarah nods her head in acknowledgement, spoon handle bobbing in time with the bun swept on top of her head.

*****

Nick barely conceals a jump as Sarah’s thigh presses into his. She’s settled into her corner of the couch, blanket bunched up to support her head against the arm. He’s jealous of her ability to relax, ability to touch him without overthinking it.\

He doesn’t even realize his phone has vibrated against his leg until Dream’s toe jabs his other thigh, the blonde man giving him a pointed eyebrow raise. Sarah is too invested in the movie to notice, pose casual, but eyes bright as the screen flickers colors across her face. He unclasps his prayer hands, taking care to remove his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants with as little movement as possible.

McDreamie: you look insane, wtf are you doing with your hands?

Nick pockets his phone, making a point of not looking at Dream as he lets his hands relax in his lap. He feels awkward just letting them sit there like wet noodles though, so he places his hands palm-down on his thighs. Which was fine, until he started rubbing his pants up and down as a nervous habit, earning another toe-poke from Dream. He’s kind of flailing, mentally, and breathes an almost audible sigh of relief as Dream breaks the movie-watching silence that has filled the room until now

“Sapnap, cuddle,” he says simply, splaying his giraffe legs over Nick’s thighs. Nick laughs and jokingly pats Dream’s legs, settling with hands on his roommate’s ankles. Sarah giggles, and Nick looks over, mirroring her smile as she breaks away from the screen.

“Adorable.” Dream makes obnoxious kissing noises in response, and Sarah tosses a stray throw pillow at him. “Never mind, I take it back. You ruin everything.”

“Bitch, I will turn this off.” Sarah’s eyes narrow, and Nick suppresses a laugh as her and Dream lunge for the remote at the same time. Sarah is quicker, and Dream stretches over Nick to try and swipe it from her. She shakes her head and shoves Dream’s face away, palm smushing his cheek and muffling whatever smart-ass thing he was going to say next. Sarah laughs maniacally, turning the movie up to a home-theater level as Dream yells, “give me it,” and Nick has given up on hiding his laughter.

“It’s the last 10 minutes anyways, calm down,” Sarah says, rolling her eyes and turning the TV back down. The cats, spooked by the noise, have fled the living room, leaving the armchair empty.

Now, Nick has had to pee for the last half hour. Not only did he drink a lot of water with dinner, he’s also been nervously sipping an energy drink since the end of dinner, can warm between his thighs. Laughing at Dream and Sarah made it even worse. However, Nick would rather piss his pants than get up from this couch right now.

In the epic battle for the remote, Sarah’s position on the couch has completely changed. Instead of leaning away from him, her knees are resting lightly atop his thighs, and her shoulder is partially pressed into his, partially buried in between 2 couch cushions. Nick feels like he’s forgotten how to breathe, terrified she’ll realize how close she is and move.

Not that her moving is an issue; he isn’t psychotic. It’s more, the “oh, sorry,” she’s sure to throw his way as she moves. It’s the fact that Nick knows he won’t know what to say when that happens. It’s that, even though the words “for what?” could be stamped across the back of his eyelids, he knows he will sit there like a goldfish. Mouth opening as closing as his brain grinds to a halt, the way it always does when Sarah’s around. Living with Sarah is somehow the worst and also best thing that has happened to him lately. Worst, because it’s probably not exactly sustainable to have a thing for your roommate.

Best, because she’s not moving. Dream has shoved his toes under Nick’s legs, seeing Sarah’s closeness but still craving attention. He keeps making faces at Nick, and he would be more pissed off at Dream if Sarah weren't so into this movie. The man has never been subtle, and it’s really annoying at times like this.

The end credits start rolling, and Dream immediately starts getting up from the couch, headed to his bedroom to preemptively set up the MCC practice call. Nick waits for Sarah to get up, feeling stupid for missing the warmth of her side as soon as it leaves him. She walks into the kitchen and swipes 2 Red Bulls from the fridge, handing one off to him before cracking the second one open for herself.

“Long night for you too>” Nick asks. Sarah nods as she chugs half the can, finishing with a loud exhale.

“I have an exam tomorrow, so I’m cramming. Have fun with your blocks and boys.” Nick laughs as Sarah gives a lazy peace sign. Panda and Poppy pad behind her, as if they know her room will be the quietest to sleep in tonight.

*****

“George, I am begging you to shut the fuck up for 2 sec-”

Dream’s sentence is interrupted by another inhuman scream from George, and Nick laughs even harder, still giggling at the last ridiculous noise from his British friend. Nick screams, partially to add to the chaos, and partially because he just nailed this Ace Race map. He doesn’t even notice his phone lighting up in his slap-happy, 4:00AM chaos.

“He’s popping off, your honor,” Karl chimes in, over-the-top British accent just encouraging George’s boisterous laughter and Nick’s rise in volume. He’s so wrapped up in raining on Dream’s grumpy parade that he doesn’t hear his bedroom door open. Nick yelps in surprise as a hand touches his shoulder.

He slides his headphones around his neck and swivels his chair, eyes immediately locating the source of the hand. Sarah is standing in his room, eyes half-open, shirt pressed into weird wrinkles from the folds of the sheets. He’s suddenly very thankful he stopped streaming about an hour ago, facecam long turned off.

“It is 4 o’clock in the morning and I have class in 6 hours. Please, dude.” Nick’s stomach drops as he realizes just how loud he must have been. Him and Sarah share a wall between their bedrooms, but he has some pretty good soundproofing on his walls; him and Dream both decided to invest once they knew they’d be getting a roommate.

“I’m so sorry Sarah, I--” Sarah holds a hand up, and Nick immediately closes his mouth, terrified.

“It’s fine, I am just too tired to have a full-on conversation right now. Goodnight.” Sarah turns and shuffles out of the room, softly closing the door behind her. Nick is frozen in his chair, shame rooting him to the spot. He knows Sarah probably isn’t mad, he does. But he can still feel the guilt twisting his stomach in knots, anxious warmth flooding his fingertips.

“. . .everything good over there, Sapnap?” Nick’s bones well and truly lock up as Karl’s voice hesitantly floats up from his still-abandoned headphones.

He never fucking muted in Discord.

Nick’s next thought is, thank fuck for Dream, as his roommate wheezes into his microphone at some ridiculous meme George probably sent him. Karl quickly abandons his question in favor of some shared joke, and Nick steals the moment to breathe and take a look at his phone.

Sarah :): hey can u keep it down pls & thank u - Delivered at 3:47

Sarah :): nick I’m srs I have my 10am tom - Delivered at 3:59

Sarah :): nick - Delivered at 4:14

Nick rubs his face in his hands, and he realizes just how hot his room feels, pausing to pull his sweatshirt over his head, shaking out both his hair and the guilty feelings for tonight.

You’ll talk to her tomorrow, and it’s gonna be fine, he thinks, sliding his headphones back into place. The other 3 have moved on to arguing about who gets what Hogwarts house skin, and Sapnap chimes in carefully, taking care not to yell or even really raise his voice at all. He says his goodnights about an hour later and goes to bed, fully knowing he’ll miss Sarah in the morning.

*****

As he suspects, he wakes up around 12:30. Nick yawns and gets out of bed, physically cringing as he recalls what happened between him and Sarah last night. He trudges downstairs, resigning himself to a poptart for. . . brunch? He opens the fridge to find an apple or something with a hint of nutritional value, and grins once he sees the middle shelf.

In Sarah’s handwriting, there’s a sticky note with “Nick :D” stuck onto a small tupperware. He smiles and cracks the lid, the smell of fajita vegetables and breakfast sausage filing his nostrils. On the counter, the coffee pot is pulled from the counter, and upon an experimental lift, Nick finds it still half-full.

He still decides to go out and buy a case of Sarah’s favorite energy drink and a new bag of KitKats as an apology for the night before. He leaves them outside her bedroom door, taking note of the “Working!” message on her whiteboard she attached there last week. He decides to use the same sticky note from his omelet fillings, flipping it over to write “Sarah” on the back, drawing a haphazard little flower with his red sharpie instead of a smiley face.

Chapter title cred: Lucky People by Waterparks

[all-about-kyu]

aww please imagine the first time foster dad kitty!yong welcomes a bunny hybrid child and they're a bit nervous, especilaly if they're a slightly older kid who knows how cruel grownups can be just because they can. ofc he wants to do everything in his power to make them feel comfortable, so he calls in uncle doyoung (uncle jaemin is a bit... intense, maybe another time). i feel like doyoung would feel flustered for a moment to be trusted to help but then do amazingly

NAUR THIS FOSTER DAD KITTY!YONG IS MAKING ME MELT (and I love it) 😭😭 their first bunny hybrid foster would be hard to handle since some bunny breeds are really skittish and cats are a hunter animal and bunnies are prey it would be extra nerve racking for both yong and the baby bun :(( even if yong puts out welcoming/ comforting pheromones for the bunny they might still be nervous. Uncle Doie coming and helping would be perfect (you’re right jaem is a little hyper compared to Doie and might be a little intense) I love this so much 🥺🥺🥺

[aizawawhore]

Kitchen Fun

Pairing:  Aizawa x reader

Words:   1348

Genre: smut

Warnings: blow jobs, slight edging, vaginal sex, kitten/master kink, a failed breakfast.

A/N: It’s been a hot minute! Sorry it’s so short but it’s something to keep you guys going hopefully! Sorry if I forgot to tag anything! Also I didn’t beta read this we die like men. 

You woke up before Aizawa, which wasn't very surprising since he was out patrolling the night before. You decided to treat him to breakfast in bed--well at least that was the plan at first. You got everything ready, bacon was in the pan and eggs were being cracked into a bowl as you danced around the kitchen full of energy. You had the radio playing on your phone and a song came on that you were enjoying dancing to as you whisked the eggs in the bowl. You were wearing Aizawa's long sleeved black shirt with nothing under it but a pair of black and white lace panties. You were paying no mind to that though, you were just enjoying dancing and making your boyfriend breakfast. While you were pouring the eggs into the hot skillet, your music on your phone suddenly shut off. You turned quickly wondering what happened--Aizawa was standing in the doorway where your phone was, his long black hair tied up into a bun and only wearing a pair of sweatpants. He looked hungry. And not for breakfast. "So that's where my shirt went." He simply states while you're frozen still just admiring his form. He cocks a brow and you try to find your words, you don't even know why you're nervous--it's not like you were doing something bad. "Cat got your tongue babygirl?" Okay now you had a reason to be nervous. He stepped closer to you, and you shuddered at how fucking hot he looked--how did you get so lucky? You some how find your voice again--though very dry--and speak. "I was making you breakfast." Aizawa smirks and looks over your shoulder to see the eggs almost burning in the pan behind you, it draws your attention to it as well. "Fuck!" You exclaim. You turn on your heel to take the pan off the stove and just as the pan is set down on the counter, Aizawa has his arms wrapped around you and his leaning his chin on your shoulder. "As much as I love that you're in my kitchen, wearing my shirt and cooking me breakfast while you dance around, I'd rather have you bent over on the counter while I pound into you." You whimper at the thought of it, you swear you're drooling and it's not over the food. Aizawa's strong hands come up to your chest and cup both your tits, fondling them and making you place your hands on the counter and grip hard. You're legs are starting to shake from the feeling of his clothed cock pressed against your rear, you need him and you haven't even finished making your meal. Fuck the meal though, you need him. "A-Aizawa...we're in the kitchen-" "So? It’s my apartment and I'll fuck you wherever I want. You can't just be this slutty and expect to get away with it." With that, Aizawa pulls away from you and flips you around to face him. He has a sexy smirk on his face as he runs his hands up your arms and to your shoulders. You're mesmerized by him and you don't even notice him pushing you down to your knees until your bare knees make contact with the cold floor. "Be a good slutty kitty and suck my cock to get me ready." You didn't need to be told twice. You immediately pulled his hard dick out of his sweatpants and started working him up and down with your hand. He groaned slightly, enjoying the feeling of your hands as you stared up at him with big glossy eyes. After a couple pumps with your hands--you took the tip into your mouth and sucked gently, loving the taste and feeling of his pre-cum on your tongue. Aizawa had one hand on the counter and the other in your hair as he grabbed your soft locks into a messy ponytail to start thrusting into your mouth. He was gentle at first, letting you get past your gagging and so you could savor the taste of his cock. You hummed and moaned trying to give him even more pleasure--it worked because within seconds of doing it Aizawa was giving deep moans and thrusting harder into your perfect mouth. "Ohhh fuck yeah kitty, so good at sucking my cock. Dirty little kitty, enjoying the taste of cock so much I bet you're practically dripping for my cock to fuck that pretty pussy hm baby?" All you could give was a slight nod of your head before going back to giving the best blowjob you could. Aizawa controlled the speed and made you slow down a little, before totally pulling you off of him. He was panting heavily and you were soaked with juices just from having his dick in your mouth. This man was amazing. You stayed on your knees, licking your lips getting all the pre-cum off them that you could before Aizawa spoke. "Can my pretty kitty show her master how wet she got with just having my cock in your mouth? I bet it would be so easy to slide into that perfect pussy baby. Go on, show master." He cooed at you, making you even more aroused. Even though you were shaking, you stood up and bent over the counter before hooking two fingers on either side of your panties and pulled them down, shaking your rear a little as you did. Aizawa let out of a groan of approval before smacking your ass and fondling it. You let out a yelp, which made Aizawa just smack you again until your ass was starting to turn red. His hand wondered towards your wet heat and rub the slit lightly. He then plunged two fingers into you making you jump and purr. The man behind you let out a throaty chuckle and fingered you for a bit, scissoring his fingers in and out of your cunt and feeling how wet you were. "Please master! I want you so badly I can't take it anymore!" You shouted, you swore Aizawa was going to get complaints about the noise. He fingered you for a little longer before pulling out, making you feel extremely empty and needy. "You have been such a good kitten, you make master very happy." Aizawa leaned down and kissed the top of your head, it was a sweet moment in the middle of such a hot situation. You then felt his cock go deep inside you with one swift move. His hips slamming against your behind and you both let out a loud cry of pleasure. Aizawa was slow with his pacing at first, making you cry for a faster pace. He gave you what you wanted in small amounts, going fast sometimes and slow others. You were getting closer to the edge, his teasing speed drove you mad as he reached around your body to play with your breasts under the shirt you were wearing. You were about to cum, you needed to cum. The feeling was too much to handle but you knew the rules, no cumming with his permission. "Master, can I please cum? I wanna cum so badly!" You barely could squeak out. Aizawa kept thrusting, his thrusts getting sloppy as he was getting close too. "You can cum kitty, milk my cock with that pussy of yours." Done. You were done with that. Shouting and almost sobbing you had the best orgasm of your life right there in Aizawa's kitchen. Your pussy clenched around his member as you milked his own orgasm out of him. Curses and deep groans were the only thing coming from your boyfriend and you as you both finished. When you were starting to come down from your high, you felt his two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you up and close to his chest. He was breathing heavily, his cum dripping out from your pussy as you recovered in his arms. "I love you Y/N...my kitty." This plan to make your boyfriend breakfast turned out great, you should do it more often.

~~ END ~~

[zebrabaker]

Demon’s Daughter: 02

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Part 1

The same day at lunch, Marinette had just exited the classroom after everyone else had left when she was accosted by a figure dressed in all black. She stumbled back a step, barely catching her balance. She managed to look up at the figure, only to squeal when she saw who it was, and eagerly return the hug.

“Uncle John!” She cried when he picked her up and swung her about. John was not the man’s real name, but a nom de plume he used to blend with the humans. The full name was John Therapon, and he was listed as one of her legal guardians (she had a lot).

“Little Mari!” He shouted, setting her down. He was an odd looking man, with waist length platinum hair in a warrior braid and green eyes like poison, he would always draw attention. He only drew more with his fashion sense. Her Uncle wore a long black trench coat over black skinny jeans and a black button up, with a clunky looking wallet chain. He also wore a thick chain-link necklace and heavy motorcycle boots. Over all, he looked like someone’s goth/emo/punk cousin more than an ancient immortal being who reaped souls.

“Are you the one Dad said was coming to check on me?” She asked, stepping back and adjusting her buns, which had come loose when he had glomped her.

“Indeed, I am, little chaos bringer!” He twirled her around and bowed low, pressing a kiss to her hand. “And for your birthday, I have a very special surprise!” He reached into his coat and pulled out a small business card, presenting it to her with a flourish, and she giggled as she took it.

Turn around!

It read. Marinette spun on the spot and looked up, only to scream in delight.

“DAD!” She flung herself at the tall, slim figure. Sebastian caught his daughter, wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Hello, dearest.” He smiled, flashing his eyes magenta. She flashed hers as well, making them shine a darker shade of gray.

“I thought you were in India, visiting Uncle Agni?” She asked, stepping back.

“A simple deception, dearest. Now, let’s go pick up your mother and Papa, I made reservations at Raven’s Writing Desk.” Marinette cheered. Raven’s Writing Desk was a Michelin-starred restaurant. The owner’s father had made a questionable deal with Sebastian (ten years of life and a successful business, then Sebastian got to eat his soul), so the family got reservations for the best tables and half off whatever they wanted. “We’ll even have some others joining us.” Sebastian teased, patting her head. Right as they reached the sidewalk, a crash echoed from a few miles away, and a plume of smoke filled the air. “Oh dear. It looks like we’ll all have to call and reschedule our reservation. You go handle this, dearest. I’ll go catch up with your mother and Papa.” She sighed, kissed her father on the cheek, and ducked into an alleyway, opening her purse. Plagg zoomed out with a sigh.

“Ooh! Raven’s Writing Desk! I love their cheese curds! Let’s finish this.”

“Agreed.” She grumbled. “Plagg, Claws Out!”

X0X0X

Hell-Cat raced over the rooftops, soaring through the air. The pads in the shape of a cat’s paw on the bottom of her boots silenced her steps, meaning she was a silent black and silver streak, soaring through the air. She landed in a crouch next to her partner and confidant, Coccinelle. Coccinelle nodded at her, twirling her yoyo in front of her as a shield.

Coccinelle’s costume was very different from Hell Cat’s. While Hell Cat wore a black body suit with silver highlights and a pair of pauldrons, Coccinelle wore a short red dress coated in ladybug spots and black leggings. Hell Cat’s boots reached her knees, while her partners went maybe an inch above her ankle. Whereas Coccinelle’s gloves were plain black and only went to her wrists, Hell Cat’s had wickedly sharp silver talons and reached her elbows, where they came to a point.

Even their masks were different. Coccinelle’s was round, and made her blue eyes look huge, while Hell Cat’s was slim and came to wicked looking points on each side of her eyes, making her look more feline. Another feature of Hell Cat’s mask was the magic that made her entire eye gray, the iris a few shades darker than the sclera. While Coccinelle had long, flowy ash blonde hair, Hell Cat’s, when transformed, barely reached her shoulders, and had a blue sheen. While Coccinelle was bright and colorful, Hell Cat was sharp monochrome. The only splash of color was the blue bow around her neck that tied in the front. Lots of small children tended to ask Coccinelle if she was a fairy, since she had wings (They were the tail ends of the scarf she wore) while teens and young adults tended to gravitate towards Hell Cat.

The Akuma was flinging a series of items at them, which all bounced off Coccinelle’s yoyo. The common theme seemed to be car repair. Hell Cat glanced at her partner.

“What’s the plan?” She asked.

“The Akuma is in his utility belt. I distract, you slash, I swing. From there, clear skies! Ready?” Coccinelle asked. Hell Cat nodded and crouched down, her ribbon tail flicking behind her. She waited until the Akuma reached for yet another projectile and Coccinelle began to monologue before diving at him, claws extended to their fullest. She slashed the belt as soared past the Akuma, who quickly dropped to his knees. As the dark magic bubbled from his skin, Coccinelle landed in front of him and captured the butterfly.

“No more rainy days for you, little akuma! Au revior!” She released the now-purified butterfly, and waved to the cheering people. “Kitty, can you handle the victim?” Coccinelle asked, reholstering her yoyo on her belt.

“Sure, I didn’t use my powers, so I’ve got a few minutes.” Coccinelle waved to the watching civilians and ran off, leaping to the roof of the nearest building with the help of her wings. Hell Cat sheathed her claws and knelt beside the victim; a young man dressed in a repair shop jumpsuit that was covered in grease stains.

“Hell Cat? Was I…?” The young man asked, staring at her.

“I’m afraid so, monsieur. May I ask why?” She set a hand on the man’s shoulder and guided him over to a nearby ambulance. The paramedic handed her a shock blanket and she wrapped it around his shoulders, as the other paramedic handed the victim a glass of water.

“My family repair shop isn’t doing so good.” He sighed. “My mom was diagnosed with cancer three years ago, and Dad remortgaged the shop so that he could still support the family and pay for Mom’s nurse. Now, we’re pretty successful, so we almost have it payed off.” He growled, clearly frustrated. “Except some big shot at the bank is demanding the remaining twenty-five-thousand euros in a month, or they foreclose the damn shop.” Hell Cat hissed. The bakery was the most successful in all Paris, maybe even France, and they catered a great deal of important events. Even during the busiest time of year, they would struggle to make that much, let alone have that much that didn’t need to go to other bills and buying ingredients. She had an idea.

“What bank is it, and who’s the one demanding the payment?” She asked, plotting. She did need to make another deal soon; her reserves were getting a little low.

“Um…Monsieur Gerard Lilac, at Goliath Banking. Curse his name!” No one asked why she needed the information. Everyone in Paris knew, if you had a problem, Hell Cat could solve it. No one knew how, just that she made problems (and occasionally people) disappear.

“Hell Cat!” Someone cried, and she looked up to see Alya charging towards her. This was yet another problem with Alya. She never considered the victims, just the next scoop. Hell Cat stood and blocked her view of the victim, and nodded to the paramedics. The two nodded back and hustled the man into the ambulance, quickly flipping on the lights and driving towards the nearest hospital. All Akuma victims got three one-hour therapy sessions, one right after being cleansed and then one each week for two weeks.

“Yes, mademoiselle?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Why was the victim Akumatized? What will you be doing to help them? Do you intend to use this to track Hawkmoth? Do you have a statement for the press?” Her phone was inches from Hell Cat’s face. Hell Cat’s ears were pinned back, and she was really trying not to hiss. How she was ever friends with the girl she’d never know.

“Mademoiselle, the reason for Akumatization is never leaked to the press. We use every attack to track Hawkmoth. And the only statement I have for you is to get your phone out of my face before I break it, along with your hand. Goodbye.” She drew her staff and extended it, vaulting away. 

[ghostlyhamburger]

Even More Awesome

Prompt: Try Everything

Request: Adrien/Multimouse

Rating: E

Read on Ao3

Adrien’s stamina was, in a word, insane.

Cats had nine lives, after all, and that meant after using the Cat Miraculous for years, Adrien could last for nine ‘little deaths’.

Marinette’s Miraculous gave her no such similar stamina. She tried her best to keep up with Adrien, but she was sore and worn out too soon.

Adrien usually finished himself off with his hand, but Marinette felt bad about that. She wanted to be enough for him. But no one woman could possibly be enough!

So when Marinette told Adrien she had a surprise for him, in that tone of voice that implied a sexy surprise, he was excited, but part of him was also already disappointed. Every other time she’d tried this, she still couldn’t last long enough for him, and he ended up fucking his hand. Again.

But—this was Marinette, his Lady. He wanted to trust her.

So he headed to their bedroom when he arrived home. Through the closed door, he could hear Marinette talking to someone, and another girl’s voice giggling. He pulled open the door to see—Marinette, Marinette, and Marinette.

Or rather, Multimice. Three of them, their hair all done in mouse ear buns, nude except for their masks and the necklace the original one wore. Two of them were passionately kissing each other as the third stroked her hands along her sides. She glanced up with a smile. “Hi, Adrien.”

“H-hi,” he replied, the blood rushing to his dick so fast he felt dizzy. “You’re—wow.”

“I’ve been practicing using Multitude,” she said, standing from the bed as one of her clones started to grope the breasts of the other, causing her to softly moan. “I can hang onto three indefinitely now…and I might be small, but I’m still big enough to handle my kitty…”

“Fuck,” Adrien swore, practically ripping his shirt in his haste to disrobe. “Marinette, I—wow. This is for me?”

She nodded. “Take me till I’m worn out, Adrien…and then take me again and again.”

His pants were gone, and he wrapped his arms around the petite girl, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his torso as she kissed him hungrily. Her torso was much shorter than his, so her pussy rested against his stomach, just barely trapping the tip of his cock between them. He could feel just how wet she was, and he couldn’t wait to satisfy her. All of her.

“What do you want?” Multimouse murmured into his ear. “All of this, all of us, are for you.”

“Can I use your mouth?” he asked. “You’re so good with your tongue, Princess…”

“Of course,” she said with a smile. “Bring me back to the bed?”

He kissed her neck, making her softly moan and even squeak as he carried her the few steps to the bed. He gently set her down on the mattress as the other two Multimice crawled towards him, smiling and doing that little excited butt wiggle he loved so much.

The first Multimouse opened her mouth, taking in as much of Adrien’s cock as she could. Her smaller size meant she was gagging when she was halfway down his shaft, so the other two happily took care of the rest by kissing his shaft, his balls, letting their tongues trail along his skin, one softly sucking his balls. The mice let their tongues and lips meet, making out with each other with Adrien’s cock trapped between them.

It was so many tongues, so warm and soft and wet, that Adrien was groaning as he let his hands idly play with each girl’s hair. “F-fuck, Marinette, I’m going to—”

She pulled back and smiled before placing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. He groaned as he came, cum splattering along her lips, her chest. The other two Multimice pounced on her, giggling as they pushed her to the mattress and licked her clean, making a show of enjoying the taste of Adrien.

He watched the two gorgeous asses wiggling before him, two beautiful pink pussies open and wet for him, and he couldn’t help but grab one of the Multimice by her hips and press his still-hard cock against her. She moaned and pressed back against him, quickly turning so she was facing him. “Me first?” she asked with a shy smile.

Adrien just wordlessly nodded. He sat on the bed and Multimouse quickly straddled his lap, easily lowering herself onto his cock. She gasped as she settled onto him completely, her head just coming up to his chest.

“You feel so much bigger like this!” she cried. “It’s so good, Adrien…”

“And you’re so cute like this,” he murmured, his hands holding her waist, wrapping around her completely. “I just want to kiss you all over!”

“Adrien!” she cried, laughing as he showered the top of her head with soft kisses. Her laughing quickly turned into gasping moans as he moved his hips, thrusting up into her rapidly. “Oh, god, Adrien, don’t stop…”

The other two moved to either side of him, kissing his cheeks. He turned to kiss them softly, one after the other, his pace never slowing as he fucked the girl on his lap.

“Dibs on him next!” the Multimouse on his left cried, as the one riding his cock had her voice dissolve into the most adorable squeaky moans.

“He’s supposed to decide!” the Multimouse on his right replied, her face twisted into a pout. Adrien couldn’t stop himself from cupping that cute little face in his hands and kissing her as his second orgasm hit, filling up Multimouse with a low groan.

He gently pushed back the girl from his lap, letting her fall on the bed. He turned to the right and murmured, “Can you clean her up for me, my little mouse?”

She smiled and moved between her copy’s legs, eagerly licking her own pussy, her tongue catching Adrien’s cum that leaked out of her.

“You,” Adrien said, turning to his left. “Can you grab the lube and prepare your pretty ass for me?”

Her eyes widened, but she smiled and nodded, reaching over to the nightstand to grab their trusty bottle of lube. Adrien sat back and watched as she slicked up her fingers before pushing them in her ass, slowly fingering herself as she moaned softly.

They’d done anal a few times, but it was definitely not Marinette’s favorite thing. He was a little worried about hurting her when she was so much smaller than normal, so as he lined himself up with her ass, he pushed into her so incredibly slowly.

His cock was barely in her when he realized that she was too tight like this. He pulled back, his hands gently holding her hips as he readjusted and slid into her pussy in one swift move.

“A-Adrien!” she cried. “I could have—ahh!—handled it…”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, giving her a soft kiss on the back of her neck. “Besides, there’s something new I want to try in this position.” He settled back onto his knees and lifted Multimouse, sliding her along his cock as though she were a toy for him to use. The soft squeaks of pleasure she made as he slammed her down against his cock just added to the overwhelming sensation he felt as he fucked her.

“Ah—ah, Adrien!” she moaned, her pussy clenching impossibly tight around him as she came. His own orgasm followed, and he held her tight against him as he spilled into her.

“Oh, Adrien,” the other two Multimice chorused. He turned to see the two doubles lying one on top of the other, their legs both spread wide, their pussies pressed together, both glistening wet as the two girls giggled and kissed each other. “Come fuck us, Adrien!”

“I will as soon as you stop doing the creepy double voice thing,” he responded, moving over to them. He pushed his cock between their bodies, sliding against both their pussies at once. They moaned, wriggling and kissing each other, providing plenty of friction for him to fuck.

“Damn, I am hot,” the third Multimouse said, watching them from beside the bed. “Let me clean them up, I want to know what it’s like to taste myself!”

Adrien’s cock was slick now from the Multimice and the multiple loads of cum he’d released. He easily slid it along the Multimice bodies as he fucked them both, enjoying their moans of pleasure—but the visual of a third mouse eating out the other two was what pushed him over the edge, spilling white onto their stomachs.

“You should relax,” one of the Multimice said, gently pushing Adrien to lie on his back. “We want a turn to take care of you.”

She was licking her copy’s stomach, cleaning her skin of cum as the third moved to straddle Adrien’s face. His view was blocked suddenly by pussy, practically begging him to lick, suck, taste her. So he did, eagerly pressing his mouth against his girlfriend’s slit, his tongue working tirelessly against her.

He felt two sets of hands grasp his cock, slowly pumping along his shaft. He lowered his hands from the one mouse’s hips to his sides, and felt two more needy pussies rub against his fingers, inviting him to push his fingers inside them and rub against swollen clits.

He was more than happy to let them use him for a while, especially as a third pair of hands were on his cock, all three working together to milk him, make him come again.

He took a breath of air as Multimouse moved from his face, and was greeted with the sight of the other two playfully swiping their fingers through his latest load of cum that had landed on one of their chests.

He hadn’t had a cum fetish before, but the view of his beautiful girlfriend covered in his release, marked as his…he was starting to see the appeal.

“Me next!” one of them cried out eagerly, moving to straddle his face. He obediently got to work, flicking his tongue against her clit, exploring her folds with his mouth. He tasted traces of himself alongside the delectable taste of Marinette, and was so lost in it that he almost didn’t notice another girl lowering herself onto his cock.

He did notice two tongues joining the tight cunt in pleasuring him, one above his shaft, one below. The feeling of fucking his amazing girlfriend while she sucked his balls the way he liked was one he would never forget—it was enough to make him come twice in a row, the girls eagerly licking as his first release dripped out of her pussy.

The three moved away from him then, giggling as they locked eyes with each other, each having that face that meant Marinette had a devious plan.

“I got the lube,” one said, grabbing the discarded bottle.

“And I have the toy!”

The one with the bottle tossed it to herself, just out of Adrien’s sight. She then lay back on the bed with her legs spread and murmured, “Will you please fuck me, kitty?”

He was all to eager to push his cock into her, kneeling over her as he fucked her hard, enjoying the squeaking moans she made. He groaned as he suddenly felt slim fingers at his ass, lubing him up.

“So that’s the toy you meant?” he asked, as another Multimouse pushed his favorite dildo inside him. “You know me so well, Princess.”

It was a heady rush, fucking his girlfriend while she also fucked him, being surrounded by her scent, the soft feeling of her body against his. All he could feel was Marinette and he couldn’t ask for anything better.

The dildo angled just right to make him see stars as he groaned and came in Multimouse. Cum leaked out of her, around his cock as he pulled out, smiling at the sight of his cock-drunk girlfriend lying addled on the bed.

“You’ve got one left, right?” another Multimouse asked, reaching out to grab his hand as one pulled the dildo out of his ass. “You haven’t finished in me yet…”

He grinned at her. “Yeah, I can go again. You want to ride?”

“Yes please,” she said with a cheeky smile. Adrien laid on his back, his hands guiding her to straddle him.

“God, I love you,” he murmured as she sank down onto him with a moan. “You’re the best, Marinette, Marinette…”

“Adrien,” she moaned softly. “I love you so much…”

“I love you,” another Multimouse echoed, resting her hand on his chest and murmuring in his ear.

“Oh, Adrien,” the third said, kissing his forehead as she cuddled close to him. “My Adrien…”

Adrien smiled, completely surrounded by his girlfriend’s soft words and soft kisses as he slowly fucked her, taking his time and enjoying this last round before he was finally fully satisfied. It didn’t take long for him to reach orgasm, releasing into Multimouse while the other two kissed his cheeks, his neck.

She moved off of him and the three coalesced back into one Multimouse, lying beside Adrien with a wide smile on her face. “So—how was it?”

“Amazing,” he murmured. “Thank you.”

“I—I can’t do that every time,” she warned. “But, uh, sometimes?”

He kissed her gently, shifting to move his arms around her. “Every time with you is amazing, Marinette. You don’t have to worry about getting me off.”

Her cheeks pinked. “Um—it was a lot of fun for me too, I think—I’d like to do it again.”

“Well in that case, yes, please.”

Marinette laughed as she cuddled close to her boyfriend, intending to relax with him in bed for the rest of the night.

[dreadlockholiday]

77, 89 and 90 for that ask thingy !! I love u and ur writing so much so thank u for u and ur amazing brain <3

Nonnnnnieeeeee you're making me melt AHHHHH!!!

My little heart!!! My little heart can't handle it I love you so much!! 😭 This put the biggest smile on my face, thank you! 💞

77. Something that makes you soft/that you find adorable?

First of all, YOU! 💞💞 Second of all, cats and kitties and their tiny purrs and meows and mrrrphs! 😍 And then, and then– i love hamsters! And Bucky gardening and feeding his pets and knitting scarves for Steve! And them cuddling under blankets, giving each other forehead kissing and nuzzles and smiling against the others skin. Bucky in a half bun! 💫💫 Okay I'm gonna stop but I can go on for hours if you ever need me rambling about cuteness 😚

89. Three things you like about yourself?

Ummm this is requiring a lot of thimking™ on my part 😳 I guess I like 1) how my hands look, 2) my open-mindedness and 3) how it's easy and natural for me to create artistic stuff, I'm proud of it and it makes me really happy!

90. Ily and you deserve the world

Nonnie, I love you more and you deserve all the best! I have a special seat in my heart just for you <3 hope you have a good day/night because you just made my whole week! 💫

[ao3bronte]

Unseen Scars by @ao3bronte Part 7 | Part 8  Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

This is my eighth prompt for @badthingshappenbingo ! Please reblog and enjoy!

Concussion (8/8)

A few hours later, both Plagg and Adrien wake up with a start as a brown paper sack lands with a crunch beside them. Within the blink of an eye, the kwami tears open the bag and pulls out a wedge of comté, attacking it voraciously. Adrien, on the other hand, can’t seem to drag his eyes away from Ladybug, all silhouette and cinnamon sugar against the haze of light from the streetlamps of Paris.

“Hey Kitty. I brought you some freshly baked bread. I figured after two days of soup, you would be hungry.”

Adrien swallows thickly and reaches for the bag blindly, still staring. She steps closer and her face is suddenly illuminated by the ambient light from his computer screen, highlighting the shape of her chin and the bow of her lips.

“Ladybug…th-thanks.”

She hesitates briefly before sitting at the foot of his bed. She’s as stiff as a board and a blush begins to speckle her cheekbones. Somewhere to her left, Plagg groans.

“You’re welcome,” Ladybug replies after a beat, keeping her voice as steady as possible. She closes her eyes briefly to remind herself why she’s here and opens them again, determined, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he whispers, ripping off a small piece off the bun she’d brought him, “Much better.”

She smiles, “Good. How’s your head?”

“Um…” Adrien reaches back and gently pats the scabby lump still protruding from the back of his skull, “It still hurts.”

Ladybug settles more comfortably on the mattress, crossing her legs in front of her, “I’m not surprised, considering a building fell on top of you.”

“A building?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No…I’m not remembering a whole lot right now, to be honest.”

Ladybug presses her hand against the bulge in the duvet where his feet rest and squeezes gently, “I’m glad you’re being honest with me.”

“Who else can I be honest with? You’re my partner.”

Ladybug smiles and Adrien feels the gravity of the world start to lighten, “I’m glad. I was worried that…” she gestures between the two of them, “...this would make things kind of weird.”

“Our lives are pretty weird to begin with,” Adrien shrugs, wincing a little at the pain that slices through the base of his skull, “But yeah, no. I mean, I haven’t really had a lot of time to, um…”

She watches as his face scrunches up in concentration and tries to console him, “It’s alright...it’s been a lot to take in.”

“Yeah…” Adrien trails off, pointedly looking in any direction other than hers, “Sorry.”

He hears her sigh a little, “Don’t blame yourself for anything, mon minou. Now, Plagg,” Ladybug scoops the kwami into her palms and scratches his bloated belly, “Has Adrien been behaving himself this evening?”

Plagg’s elated purrs begin to fill the room, “Sort of. He threw up most of his dinner.”

Adrien blushes and shoves another piece of bread into his mouth, praying that it stays down this time, “It didn’t taste as good as yours. Your—your soup, I mean.”

Ladybug tries not to grimace at the graphic detail and glances back down at Plagg, “And you made sure he stayed hydrated?”

Plagg shoves his nose into the air, “Obviously.”

Ladybug shares a look of exasperation with her partner, “Good kitty. Now, go and eat your cheese.” She lowers her hand and lightly rolls him from her palm, smiling as he lays on his back with his cheese, eyes half-lidded in bliss, “Is he always this obsessed with cheese?”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, now I see where you get your cheesy lines from.”

Adrien smiles, “You sure know how to hurt my felines.”

Snorting, she wipes a hand down her face in mock annoyance and tries to keep her own smile at bay, “You’re pawful.”

“M’lady,” he goes to laugh and blanches instead, his hand instinctively clutching his head. Ladybug is beside him in an instant, gloved fingers cupping his elbows and then carding through his hair.

“Are you alright? What is it?”

Adrien pinches his eyes closed and tries to stop the sensation of nausea from crawling up his throat, “I just…need a minute.”

Fighting her own panic coursing through her veins, she continues her ministrations, her thumbs rubbing circles on his temples, “You know, headaches are pretty common after a concussion.”

‘Y-yeah?” he stutters, his teeth chattering from the thundering of the axe splitting his skull. He tries to focus on Ladybug’s fingers as her left hand travels down his cheek and around his jaw, scratching at the hairs on the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” she replies quietly, “By the way, when was the last time you had a shower?”

Adrien’s eyes shoot open, surprised by the sudden turn in conversation, “Uhhh…I don’t know?”

She laughs through her nose, “I can tell. Come on, smelly cat, let’s get you in the shower.”

“Sh-shower?”

“It will make you feel better, I promise. Now, do you need help getting over there?”

Adrien is struggling to keep up with the conversation, but the pain in his head has lessened and there’s a hand in front of his face, beckoning him to stand. He laces their fingers together and lets her pull him to a sitting position for a moment, pausing briefly to fight the acid building in his stomach. He swallows against it and she supports him as he stands, dizzy but otherwise stable. At last, she lets go and matches his wobbly strides as he crosses the floor, eyes focused on the open door of the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“I’ll be out here,” she says, the blush peppering her cheeks returning with full force, “Be careful and try not to slip. Yell if you need me.”

Adrien nods as she closes the door part way behind him, probably in order to save him more easily if need be.

The water stings his scalp when he dips his head beneath the rain shower and he winces when flakes of old blood begin to pool at his feet. Didn’t he shower after he got hit in the head? He doesn’t even remember when that was…a few days ago? Maybe?

Ladybug had said that a building had fallen on top of him as Chat Noir but his recollection was hazy at best. It feels like he’s trying to see his reflection through a fogged-up glass and the image he knows is there is somehow obstructed by some intangible force he can’t wipe away. Errant thoughts and murky memories filter through his mind like a sieve, ideas and entire sentences falling through the cracks.

He pours shampoo in his hands and begins to lather it through his hair, nearly screaming as he dislodges the scabs on his scalp with his fingertips. He doesn’t remember much of what happens after that, but his bottle of conditioner is wet so he must have used it. And his loofah is on the wrong shelf, so he probably washed his body with it at some point. Was it before he washed his hair? Or after? He picks it up and smells it, grimacing when he realises he’s just scrubbed his skin with conditioner.

Merde! He just can’t win for losing!

Tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, he shuts off the water and figures that he’s had enough stupid for one day. He towels himself off haphazardly as he steps out onto the shower mat and stares up at the all too bright ceiling to keep from letting his tears stream down his cheeks; he can’t let Ladybug see what an idiot he is, even if it means locking up what he’s feeling and throwing away the key.

She’s left him a pair of fresh pyjamas just inside the threshold of the bathroom door and he feels like crying all over again.

Ladybug is waiting for him when he finally leaves the bathroom, hovering just beyond mattress platform of his bed. She gives him a quick once-over, taking stock of his soggy hair and red rimmed eyes as he exits, and she leads him over to his divan.

“My Papa used to play football when he was a teenager,” she explains quietly, folding one leg beneath her before settling on the couch, “He said that he used to hit his head all the time on the field but they didn't know a lot about concussions back then.”

Adrien follows her lead and sits down beside her, “One day when he was at university, he was playing a practice match against his friends when he was tackled from behind and fell, hitting his head against his friend's cleat. He kept playing but he didn't feel very good and when he and his friends went to the bar for drinks afterwards, he fell asleep on the table and woke up in the hospital.”

“Papa said it took months for him to recover,” she continues, “He had whiplash and had to wear sunglasses all the time because the lights were too bright and he couldn't go out with his friends anymore because they were too loud. He failed a semester of school because he couldn't sleep at night and had headaches all the time.”

Ladybug sighs, “He flunked out of school and started working as a...well, it’s a kind of job where you don’t need to worry about weird sleeping hours. He still has insomnia and waking up really early is easy for him, which makes his job easier...things always happen for a reason, I guess,” Ladybug goes to place a hand on Adrien’s knee and hesitates, resting it on the cushion instead, “At least that’s what I keep telling myself.”

“So...you’re saying that I hit my head for a reason?”

“I know it sounds silly but…” Ladybug shakes her head, “I don’t know. I just know that I’m here for you now, to take care of you.”

“But what about the akumas? I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“Adrien,” Ladybug’s hand finally presses against his, “I can handle the akumas on my own for now.”

Adrien frowns, “What if you need help?”

“I'll find a way like I always do.”

“But—”

“No buts Chat,” Ladybug shifts her hand onto his knee and squeezes gently, “Besides, Plagg and I have already come to an agreement.”

“Plagg…” Adrien warns, his eyes narrowing at the little kwami. 

Plagg shrugs noncommittally, “Ladybug is right. You're grounded until you feel better.”

“I do feel better!” Adrien exclaims, tossing his arms in the air. His voice sounds fragile in his ears and he folds in on himself in defense, “I'll be fine in a few days.”

“It's going to take longer than that and you know it,” Ladybug replies sternly, squeezing harder, “I'll come and visit you every night to check up on you. You won't be alone.”

“I'm always alone,” he grumbles and immediately regrets it; it's like he's missing a filter or something!

“No you're not. You have your friends! You have Nino and Alya and...and Marinette. We're all here for you.”

Adrien pinches the bridge of his nose, “Why didn't your stupid purification charm work on me?”

He doesn't miss the pained look on her face as she lets him go, reeling back, “I...I don't know.”

Plagg appears over her shoulder, frowning as he licks the cheese off his paws, “It healed most of it.”

Ladybug and Adrien take pause, “It was worse?”

Plagg doesn't make eye contact, “Oh yes.”

He doesn't elaborate. Ladybug has a vivid enough imagination not to ask and Adrien just sinks further into his seat.

“You could have died…” Ladybug’s voice trails off and she looks suddenly stricken, blue eyes wide and brimming with something Adrien’s not used to seeing on her features. She holds her breath and moves before her mind can catch up with her emotions, wrapping her arms around his body. She crushes him to her chest and he squeezes back, burrowing his forehead into her shoulder.

“Oh Chat.”

He doesn’t realise he’s crying until it’s spilling down his cheeks, the hot tears catching on the waterproof fabric of her suit. He tries desperately to get a hold of himself but the dam he’s built has been leaking for days now and it all comes streaming out in a deluge he can’t hold back any longer. She strokes his back with one hand and buries her fingers into the hair at the base of his skull with the other, scratching calmingly against his skin. He feels himself begin to relax again, the pent-up storm inside of him dissolving like steam, the heat of her body and heart boiling away the emotions beneath. He’s so tired, so fed up with being useless and used and he clings to her like a lifeline, scared she’ll dissolve, scared she’ll leave him behind.

(Plagg, for all his eccentricities, falls apart a little at the seams.)

“It’s okay, mon minou,” she continues to stroke his back and card her fingers through his hair, “You’ll be alright, we will take care of you.”

Adrien doesn’t know whether he falls asleep in her arms or not, but when he wakes up at 4h in the morning buried in his bedsheets with Plagg at his side, he feels a little less alone.

fin.

(I have’t decided yet if I will continue)

[pack-the-pack]

Introverted Alpha Headcanons

I'm all for the "Alpha = Grumpy wolfus/Big Pupper" headcanons, but you know what's cuter? Introverted Alphas = Shy soft Bun-Bun. So I made headcanons for it.

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• Alpha lives in small town surrounded by woods because "big cities make him anxious". The sound of the cars and the people make him jumpy.

• Alpha constantly dwelling in said woods because it's quiet and nice in there, trying to find mushrooms and other plants to cook with as well as trying to get close to the deer that live nearby.

• Alpha making friends with every stray cat he finds. So many stray cats. All the stray cats. He gives names to all of them, leaves food out for them to eat and cares for the pregnant ones and their babies with extra ammounts of care. He names the kitties as well and tries to find them nice homes.

• "Hey look kitties, how cute" > Alpha panics at the sight of people he doesn't know > *grabs armful of cats* > *runs into the woods again avoiding eye contact at all costs*.

• Alpha goes to the same place everyday at an unusual hour to grab lunch and always order the same stuff. The staff doesn't mind and even enjoy his quiet company and they always make sure to make it just like he likes it. He always insists on eating the same and cleaning his own dishes because "he doesn't want to bother anyone".

• He is a tall, beefy guy with lots of hair. He tries to make himself look smaller both so he doesn't stand out so much and so people don't get startled with his size an appearance. He gets really flustered and down whenever someone does get scared, and if they scream he runs away into the woods and makes himself a den as fast as possible.

• People sometimes come to his house for bunnies, they think the time he spends in the woods is for hunting and they often come asking for "game meat". He always clutches the bunny in his arms closer every time and looks at them horrified, as if they just told him they'd kill the poor thing right then and there.

• The Alpha raises and sells bunnies for pets. The mere thought of hurting an animal makes him very hurt and terrified. He's in constant fear some locals will break into his house and try to eat his bunnies.

• When a bunny is in pain or diying he'll cuddle with them and let them sleep with him. He always makes a tiny grave in his backyard with their name on it when it happens, he brings wild flowers he finds in the woods to put on them.

• Alpha can't handle anyone that shows interest in him. They try to make conversation or give him a gift or compliment him? He doesn't know what to do with it, he gets bright red and can't get the words out past a shy and quiet "thank you". People think he doesn't have interest back, but he's just too nervous to reciprocate.

• Uses his bunnies to try and make conversation back. It's not the Alpha who likes the cookies, it's Clover. It's not the Alpha who likes their visits, it's Cotton. It's not the Alpha who thinks their scent is nice, it's Marmalade.

• Likes to play with babies and small children but it's always way too nervous to ask or scared he might be perceived as a creep. And when people do let him play with them he's scared of holding them or making them cry so he just let's them sleep on him (on the baby case) or let them drag him to do whatever they want (in the child's case).

• Builds houses for birds and tries to get close to pet them but always scares them away instead. Gets depressed about it.

• Sneezes like one of those tiny dogs. It always makes anyone that hears it look at him with a funny face for a minute or so.

• Collects rocks and pine cones he finds pretty.

• Has a journal with pressed flowers and herbs he grabbed while walking around and notes on their location and when they bloom/grow.

• Always brings fruits and nuts with him so he can befriend all the squirrels.

• Scared of big dogs.

• Doesn't like spiders but doesn't kill them because he feels bad if he does.

• Likes to cook but doesn't usually have anyone to eat with since he lives alone. Volunteers at a nursing home instead so he can make food and eat with the nice, quiet, elderly people.

• Keeps, cherishes and uses all the sweaters the Omegas in the nursery home knit for him. He tries to bring them nice nest stuff whenever he can. He also brings some of his bunnies and kitties to cheer up their day.

• Doesn't speak to the nurses or caregivers past "yes" or "no", cause they make him nervous. They are all nice but he can't help thinking they might find him weird.

• Once got a bunch of flowers from a secret admirer, panicked cause they would die and he didn't know how to stop it, tried his best to prevent that from happening, and cried when they died anyway.

• Always dresses as something nice on halloween because he "doesn't wanna scare the children", still kind of does anyway because he looks like a giant terrifying mountain man in a Peter Pan costume.

• Always cries whenever he sees his mom again. Never too big to cuddle with mother, but still too large to do so confortably.

• Doesn't like scary movies because he can't sleep at night, and will only do so surrounded by his bunnies. Doesn't wanna bother bunnies so he just doesn't watch them.

• Makes heart and dinosaur shaped cookies for himself.

• Will do any handyman work for the elderly people of the neighbourhood. He likes to help.

• Just soft all over.

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> Uncommon Alpha headcanons #1

> Uncommon Alpha headcanons #2

> Random Alpha headcanons.

Hope y'all enjoy these ^^.

[bluecoloreddreams]

Hey, I love your TsukiYama fics, they are so good!!!... and some of them are so sad. But I was wondering, if Yama and Tsukki takes Himawari to her biological parents greaves and explains the situation that got them to adopt her when she is old enough to understand. I like to think that Yama tell his late cousin how their daughter is doing

Oh, thank you!!! So, at first, I was gonna answer this with just like, an author comment, but I can do you better than that: 

It’s April again. Time and time again, the spring opens up, cool air mixing into something warm as the cherry blossoms open, replacing the snow with pink drifts of petals. 

It’s time for change. They shift from wool coats to felted ones; Tadashi layers his shirts, long-sleeve, short-sleeve, jacket. They open the windows and doors, shooing out the last dregs of winter. The dog goes to the groomer. The cat gets cornered in the bathroom trying to run away from the flea collar. Uniforms get bought in a different size, one grade’s ribbon exchanged for another. 

There’s a house, now, in the suburbs of Sendai. A house that’s big enough for them all to spread and grow. The hot water works; the paint is new; there’s a laundry room and the door never sticks in its hinges. There’s a garden, a ramshackle thing with wildflowers and tomatoes and once, corn, straight from the bird feeder (before the cat got the bird, which was a traumatic experience all around). 

Tadashi tugs a brush through his hair, mouth full of bobby pins, trying to decide the most reputable way to style his hair. At the clinic, no one really cares what their vet’s hair looks like, as long as he does his job correctly. At home, no one cares either, because if it’s not loose or in a bun, it’s done up in some odd experimental style or another, complete with Hello Kitty scrunchies. His family, on the other hand… 

They’ve relaxed in the last few years, considerably. Extended family, not so much, but this is the only time of year he really sees them anymore. 

He sighs and pins his bangs back into his ponytail, figuring it will just have to do. He straightens his tie, a silk thing borrowed from Kei with dinosaurs printed up and down the length of it, and if it’s a little bit ridiculous to wear to a seven-year memorial service, then that’s just how it’ll be. 

He hears the car pull up, and he slips from the bathroom to pad down the stairs just in time to be nearly barreled over by the dog on one side and a flying mass of pigtails and rumpled school uniform on the other. 

He hoists Himawari up, groaning as he spins her around. Eight is probably too old to be carrying her around like he did when she was two, but hours and hours of picking up heavier dogs than her allows him a little more flexibility about it. 

“Woah there, you look like you rolled down a hill,” Tadashi says, setting her down. 

Kei clicks his tongue at the doorway, leaning down to take his shoes off, holding Himawari’s loafers in his hand. “Tell your papa,” he says, sounding amused. 

“Uh.” 

Tadashi closes his eyes and counts to five. “Himawari-chan, what did you do now?” 

“Sora-chan said I couldn’t have three dads and a mom so I pushed her down the playground slide but she grabbed me,” Himawari says, eyes decidedly not meeting Tadashi’s, suddenly very interested in petting Tikachu the Dog. 

Tadashi groans, kneeling down so he’s eye-to-eye with his daughter. “We don’t push,” he says. “You know that.” 

Himawari looks away from Tadashi, fidgeting with the ends of her pigtails. “She was being mean, and she said bad things about you and dad, so I pushed her.” 

“Show your dad,” Kei says, a smirk barely concealed. His arms are crossed as he leans in the doorway, eyes glinting behind his glasses. 

Himawari tips her head back and opens her mouth and Tadashi flinches. “Okay, well! That’s, uh, great! Please close your mouth,” he says, wrinkling his nose at the sight of a missing molar. “Kei, please tell me you have it.” 

“Mm. We also have to go buy new stockings,” Kei adds like he’s being helpful. 

“Okay! Okay, we’ll address this in a moment!” Tadashi says, standing up with a clap. “Himawari-chan, how about you go get changed while daddy and I talk?” 

“Am I in trouble?” 

Tadashi shoots Kei a look, who shrugs and spreads his hands out. “You let Nishinoya and Tanaka babysit her growing up, that’s not on me,” he says. 

“We’ll talk about fighting later,” Tadashi says. “You can’t fistfight everyone who thinks our family is a little odd, Himawari-chan.” 

“Yeah but,” Himawari starts, scowling and ducking her chin into the collar of her uniform. “You are my real dads.” 

Tadashi grins then, leaning back up against Kei as he steps up out of the entry. “You’re right,” he says, throat tight as Himawari flashes a toothy grin and flits up the stairs to her bedroom. 

“You suck at discipline,” Kei drawls. “And tying ties. Turn around.” 

Tadashi turns dutifully, smoothing his fingers over Kei’s shoulders, tapping the sunflower-embossed pin on his lapel. “Keeping that on?” 

“I’m always up for intimidating idiots,” Kei drawls, undoing Tadashi’s tie, eyes focused at the other man’s throat. “I go to pick her up and find her in the nurses’ office with a piece of ice and skinned knees and a referral. They were going on about no tolerance until they saw my pin. It was déjà vu.” 

“It was because of that project,” Tadashi sighs. “When school started the new term, when you were away at that conference in Tokyo, she did a family history project.” 

“I see,” Kei says, looping Tadashi’s tie expertly. “Where’s your blazer?” 

“By the door,” Tadashi answers. “I guess the other little girl is new to the school or to the class. Was she hurt?” 

“No, her mother ran into me in the parking lot, actually. She was nice,” Kei says offhandedly. He reaches up and tugs a piece of Tadashi’s bangs free, tucking it gently behind his ear. “There you go.” 

“Did you make Himawari apologize?” 

“What do you take me for?” Kei scoffs. 

“A sucker,” Tadashi snickers, ducking when Kei reaches out to ruffle his hair. He reaches out and grabs his blazer from the peg by the door, shrugging it on as Himawari comes thudding down the hallway in her black dress and tights, pigtails a bit lopsided as she grabs Tadashi’s outstretched hand. 

Kei takes her other hand, and they both hold her up as she shoves her feet into her obnoxiously sparkly pink boots. 

“Daddy got sunflowers,” she tells Tadashi. “He said I could have one.” 

“I did not,” Kei snorts. “She stole one out of the bouquet.” 

“They’re for my mommy and daddy,” Himawari protests. “One of them needs to be from me.” 

“She’s right,” Tadashi points out, letting Himawari tug free of his hand and skip towards the car. 

Kei rolls his eyes as Tadashi steps into his shoes. “And you wonder why she’s spoiled,” he complains. 

“Oh, no, I know exactly why,” Tadashi laughs. 

“Come on!” Himawari cries, tugging at the door handle. “Come oooon! We’re gonna go see my other parents!” 

Maybe it was wrong to be so open about Kana and her husband with Himawari from such a young age, or how hard they had to fight to adopt her. But they never wanted to hide it from her, never wanted her to feel like she’d been unwanted or left behind, so they told her in ways she could understand, took her to the graves and set up a shrine in the house and taught her how to leave food and flowers, how to say the prayers. They gave her Kana’s journals, with her tiny footprint and lock of hair; they gave her her father’s rock collection and taught her the names of the tiny gemstones in it. They tried to teach her in the hopes that she could grow and be happy and learn. 

April always brought changes, and not all of them good. Every year, Tadashi grapples with how he can be so thankful for something so awful, and he prays. He prays to apologize, to thank, to hope that he’s raising Himawari in the same loving way that his cousin would have. That she always meets their memory with a thankfulness and desire to love them without knowing them. That he and Kei can be the parents that she needs, that they can grow together, until the next time the petals fall. 

[itsanerdlife]

Smoke 7/16

Pairing: Ronin!Clint Batron x Black Cat!Reader

Warning: Violence. Torture mentioned. Death mentioned. Nightmares. Lies. Seducing. Sexual humor. Broken and damaged pasts. Killing. Possessive Male. Struggling to open up. Secrets. Dark past.

A/N: ENDGAME SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT, DON’T READ THIS!!!

After the snap, the avengers split apart. Finding their own ways to cope. Clint found his under a new identity, Ronin. Getting revenge for those they lost. For the family taken from them. The evil left when heroes were wiped out, it became his mission to take out the evil. All while keeping a list of those who could help, if needed one day. Clint stumbles upon a woman, Cat. She’s a mystery in the dark. One happen stance meet, one night, gone like smoke.

After the second snap, setting the world right again. Fury is looking at those kept tabs on. When Cat appears on the screen, nobody know a lot about the mysterious woman who haunted Clint’s dreams and stole his favorite T-shirt. There’s a chance she’s in trouble, can Clint find her, convince her there is more, that he can save her? But is he the cause of what’s after her? Just what mystery is she keeping all to herself? Or is he the one she’s trying to save?

Clint

He leans over her, a smug smirk on his lips looking down at her. Flat on her back against the mat, her chest heaved shallow breathes.

“Good?” He chuckles.

His back hits the floor, legs swept from under him. She shifts on top of him, her knee pressed into his collar bone, her other knee in his sternum. Shortening his ability to breathe, let alone move, with the slightest of pressure.

“Better.” She grins down at him. Her long hair tied up on top of her head, strands falling from the hair tie.

“Wow.” Wanda nods. “She moves fast.” She grins.

“I can get out of this.” He chuckles, his breathe ragged.

“Not without breaking something important.” She purrs looking rather proud. His hands grasp her waist, in an attempt to flip her. She slips from his hold, his front hits the mat with a thump. She’s perched on his back, keeping his down.

“Cat like, babe.” She giggles, he grins. “You won’t win.” She points out. His cheek smooshed against the mat, trying to catch his breathe.

“Buck,” he pants, chuckling “take care of my light work.” He jerks a thumb towards Y/N.

“Here kitty.” Buck chuckles, coming towards her. Her body weight lifts from his back. He flips over quickly.

“Here Frankenstein.” Y/N giggles, perched on Buck’s shoulders. Her weight on the balls of her feet, on the curves of his shoulders. Her body curled around the back of Buck’s head.

“How?” Sam gaps. Buck laughs, the little bun he pulled his hair into, shakes. Y/N bats at it, with the tips of her fingers.

“Did you just bat at my hair?” Buck asks. Clint laughs, letting Steve help him up.

“Is there another way to explain, Cat Like to you people?” She asks.

“Do we spray her with water to get her down?” Tony chuckles, Y/N head snaps over, a death glare on her face.

“If you want to die.” She growls.

“My soul just left my body.” Tony backs away till he’s hidden behind Steve.

“What soul?” Nat snorts, strolling into the training room. She takes notice of the woman perched on Buck’s shoulders. “Buck you have something on your shoulder.” She smirks.

“Down.” Clint looks up at her. She pouts.

“But I like being tall.” She replies with a little pout.

“Know how to handle a gun?” Nat smirks. Y/N slips down the side of Buck, landing on her feet.

“You have my attention.” She grins at Nat, Clint shakes his head.

“Follow me.” Nat nods. “Or I could follow you.” She adds, shrugging her shoulders.

“Nat.” He huffs at his best friend.

“So touchy since you found her.” Nat squints at him.

“He’s a little possessive.” Y/N shrugs. “You’re telling me he’s not always like this?” She asks, the two of them walking away together. He shakes his head, following after.

“Oh no. He never even mentioned there was something between the two of you. You should have seen him when you came up on the tabs list. He might as well have peed on your file.” Nat laughs.

“Why do you need to lie to her?” Clint throws his hands up.

“Shhh, this is getting interesting, babe.” Y/N waves him off.

“He’s like a dog with a bone. Can’t let anything slide.” Nat laughs.

“Oh you have no idea.” Y/N smirks.

“Really?” He sighs. She looks back, winking at him.

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Clint

Y/N fills a coffee mug, before settling into a seat. Sam snickers grinning at her.

“What?” She looks over at him.

“Need milk?” Sam grins.

“No. Why?” She squints at him.

“You know cause,” Sam starts.

“If you say cause I’m a cat, I’ll do something horrid and slightly sadistic, to your scrawny body, bird boy.” She warns him. Taking a slow sip of her coffee.

“Can I watch?” Nat pleads.

“Romanov is drooling on your girlfriend.” Steve chuckles, Nat flips him off.

“I know.” Clint smirks.

“What, what are the arrows on your side?” Wanda is paying close attention to the opening on Y/N’s tank top, the arm openings hanging low, exposing the sides of her lace bra underneath.

“Scars.” Y/N replies, her mouth puckers. She covers it by drinking her coffee.

“You have tattoos?” Buck looks interested.

“I do.” She replies slowly, sipping her coffee again.

“What do they mean?” Nat asks.

“Um.” Y/N shrugs. “Debts paid.” She replies, suddenly slipping from her seat. She’s out of the kitchen before they can clock her movements.

“Was that weird?” Peter looks around.

“Do you know what they are about?” Tony asks looking over at him.

“No.” Clint shakes his head. “When we met we agree to not ask each other about our scars.” He shrugs.

“But you’re dating now.” Steve looks confused. “Do you know much about her?” He asks.

“Well I know how she was her dad’s experiment.” He points out.

“We all know that.” Buck points out. “What about why she’s a anti-hero?” He wonders.

“Why she got into the crime life?” Peter asks.

“Um. I’m, not sure.” Clint scratches the back of his head, watching his coffee cup.

“Well what do you talk about?” Wanda asks.

“Fuck.” Clint mutters, trying to think of what they really talked about, on a personal level.

“She really is trained in the art of distraction.” Buck chuckles.

“Can you blame him though? I mean honestly.” Nat shrugs, picking up her coffee cup. Buck reaches up, swiping his thumb across Nat’s chin.

“You’re drooling.” Buck chuckles. Nat shoots him a dirty look, rolling her eyes.

“So is Sam.” Nat points out. Sam quickly swipes his hand across his chin, looking embarrassed. Wanda snorts, rolling her eyes, sipping her orange juice.

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Adrien Augreste: Fairy tale

Adrien didn't know how much had he messed up this time, until he saw himself (or rather as his Chat Noir self) in a full princess dress while he held an imaginary cup of tea on his hand. He could have gone to visit Mari later, after patrol, when he'd be tired of running and his princess would be robably staying late again, working on a project or doing homework. But no, he had to go before patrol, while Mari was taking care of the two little "precious angels" of Nadja Chamak, the reporter.

Chat had been fool enough to knock at her trapdoor without checking first through the small window if Mari was there or if she had company at the moment. De "angels" had to, and of course they had had to, open the trapdoor and grab him by his poor tail. In the next minutes, the two little demons had gone all over Mari's designs wardrobe, picked up a very Disney-like lime green dress and put it on a very confused, even astonished, Chat Noir.

While all that happened, Marinette had been downstairs, discussing with Nadja about what would Mari do that day with the little girls. Mari had prepared in advance a few dresses and outfits with a medieval style to had a little play with the girls, obviously focusing on a fairy tale theme to attract their attention. But when she went upstairs to play with the girls expecting to see them playing with her stuff, she was surprised to find a magnificiently dressed princess Chat Noir with a desesperation look on his face having tea party with the little girls. There he was, the brave, loyal and quick-witted Chat Noir, dressed as Tiana and drinking nonexistant tea from a flowery cup. She couldn't help it but to laugh heartily and make a few photos.

Upon seeing that, Chat let out an indignated groan and tried to snatch the phone from Mari to delete the photos without succes. To everyone's surprise, Manon and Mina grabbed Marinette and pushed her to the closet, Mina entered with her and there were a few screams from Mari that made Chat wonder what in the world was happening on that closet. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wait to much before Marinette came out in a Prince Charming outfit. The little girls high-fived and made Mari sat down with them to take a cup of tea.

"You look charming Princess, or should I say Prince now?" joked Chat.

"Ha ha. Very funny. If you keep saying that, there won't be any more croissants for you" said Marinette in a serious tone.

"You wouldn't dare! Not the croissants! Anything but those delicious croissants!" begged Chat.

"Perhaps I'll think about it if you help me today taming this precious angels" said Mari with a smile.

"Anything for those delicious treats. I'm at your service Princess" said Chat Noir, doing a bow holding his dress like a princess.

"Pffffft, you're such a pretty princess Chat" laughed Mari.

"What can I say, I'm a cat with meowltiple talents after all. Acting is one of them" said Chat.

"Yeah, but puns are definetly not. That last one was horrible" said Mari.

"You know you love them as much as you love me Purrincess" joked Chat.

"Then kiss him!" said Manon and Mina at unison.

"Say what?" said Chat.

"If she loves you, she has to kiss you!" said Mina.

"The prince has to kiss the princess!" exclaimed Manon.

"Manon, Mina, Chat was joking about that. And none of us is a prince nor a princess" said Mari with a faint blush as she remembered the Dark Cupid incident.

"That's right, it was just a joke. Thought, you're a real princess for me Mari" said Chat nervously with a clear blushunder the mask.

"Why am I getting so fussed about kissing Mari?" thought Chat. "It's not that I hate her or anything, but I'm a loyal cat to my lady. I can't like her too, right?"

"But we want to see a kiss!" said the little demons.

"Oh yes? Then watch this!" said Mari, grabbing Chat and kissing his hand like a real prince, making the boy turn into a tomato. "There, a kiss. Are you happy now?"

"That wasn't a kiss!" complained the girls.

"I kissed his hand, so it's a kiss. You never said where you wanted the kiss so you'll have to settle with that. At least, if you want to play again with the dollies" said Marinette.

"Boooooh!" chanted the girls, but stoped inmediately when Mari raised her brow nd lppked at them. "We'll behave..."

"I must say that I'm quite impurressed princess. I didn't knew you could handle kids so well" said Chat as he was beginning to calm down.

"Well, I've got practice thanks to your usual visits, mon Chatveliére" teased him Mari.

"Gasp. You hurt this poor cat's honor" said Chat dramatically.

"Sure thing, oh brave knight in shining leather" said Mari sarcastically.

"You've been rather sassy lately Princess, may I ask what has happened?" asked Chat.

"Later. Now I need you to get out of that costume and wear the one I have, we have two little girls to entertain after all" said Mari.

" Are we having a story?" asked Mina.

"Are we going to act?" asked Manon.

"Yes, we'll be having a story and you will act if you want to" said Mari with a big smile on her face. "But you'll have to get dressed for that, so go on and choose any dress or outfit you want to try while me and Chat get changed"

Chat got himself out of the dress and passed it to Mari, since he didn't need to hide because he already had his superhero suit under the dress. He adjusted the prince charming outfit, being careful to avoid ruining anything with his claws, and looked into the mirror. With the mask and the ears, instead of being like the prince from a girl's dream, he looked like a charismatic rogue prince. He liked that look better than those he had to pull on photoshoots or fashion shows. Then, Mari came out in the green dress, with her hair tied on a bun and wearing a flower ornament on her head very similar to the one Adrienne used to wear a lot lately.. Oh, of course, it was Marinette who had crafted the hairpin, why wouldn't the creator have also one? He mentally scolded himself for forgetting that.

He went back to look at the designer outfit and he had to admit that his heart had just skipped a few beats. The pale skin she had was brought to life by the soft green of the dress, creating a great contrast of colours. Then, the palid purple of her hairpin softened the dark blue of his hair, also matching with her sky blue eyes. In three words, she was stunning, and the model had to recognise that he had missed this whole time the beauty of his friend. Then, he shook his head and thought of Ladybug, she was the only one for him, no matter how attractive could this bakers daughter be..

From the closet, the little girls interrumped the moment by shouting them soemthing along the lines of 'start without us'. Both teenagers were startled by the unexpected orders of the twins and looked to each other with a faint blush, as if they had been caught doing something they shouldn't, but theyburtsed in laughs instantly.

Chat decided to begin with the play, kneeling in front of Mari, with a serious look in his eyes as he said "Oh, my dear Princess, who are thou planning to go to the ball with? May this modest cat be your companion to such event?"

Mari couldn't contain her laughand let a few giggles. "Oh my dear Chat, you are the knight of thee black cats, thou are the most desired by both pleasant girls and nobles girls. Wouldn't I be a nuisance to you? Why invite me amd not your beloved knightress of ladybugs?" said Mari trying to keep her composture.

"My beloved Lady of bugs doesn't correspond my feelings, she is in love with a star. But thou, my princess, thou are gentle and loving towards this poor alley cat. For that reason, I shall move on and compormise to this incredible damsel who shows nothing but affection for me" said Chat with half of a grin on his lips.

"Then, my beloved knight, I shall be your partner to the dance" said Mari doing a little bow with the dress as she rolled her eyes.

"I feel honored to have such an amazing partner" replied Chat with a bow.

"Oh kitty, thi words you say flatter me, but you should stop them if my company you want" said Mari, making Chat experience a sense of deja vú.

 "As you wish, Ma Princesse~ I suggest we better go to thi ball now,you know how angry mademoiselle Burgeoise gets when someone interrumps her parties" said Chat brushing off that feeling.

"But my friends aren't here yet. They will be worried when they don't find me" said Mari.

"Worry not, princess, I shall leave a note so they know where are we" said Chat.

"Okay then kitty, we shall part to the ball now" said Mari and they began to walk around the room to simulate that they are travelling.

"Good thing we arrived on time. Now princess, shall I have this dance?" said Chat offering his hand with a bow.

"You shall kitty" said Mari giggling as she took her hand. "But I shall warn you, I have two left feet and dancing is a mistery to me".

"Fear not princess, this mangy cat will teach you as we dance" said Chat as he played some music on his staff.

Chat told Mari wher she had to put her hands and they began to spin around,slowly dancing at the pace of the music, Mari ocasionally stepping on Chat but he brushed it off as if she didn't weight a thing. There was a sudden moment where the music changed into a more lively one and they changed their pace, adjusting to the rythm of the song. Mari giggled as she was enjoying this and Chat couldn't help but to smile whole heartedly, which distracted Mari and remind her of someone.

Then, the closet opened and the two little girls came out dressed as ninjas (why did they had to dress as ninjas?), charging to Chat and attqcking him with a rubber knife. Chat let them stab him with the knife and faked as if he was dying, obviously overexageratin the whole thing as if it was a drama from the ancient Greece. Mari held her laugh succesfully this time and kneeled to hold Chat on her hands.

"Oh cruel fate" said Mari, "why must thou take my brave knighy away from me? Why?"

"There is one way to save him" said Mina.

"A true love kiss can heal any wounds" said Manon with a big Chesire smile.

"Is that so?" said Mari galring at the amused girls. "But Chat is in love with someone else, and so am I. A true love kiss is impossible to happen".

"Come on!" chanted the little girls.

"Would you like it if we told you to kiss someone who is just your friend?" said Chat.

"No..." said the twins at unison, lowering their heads.

"Then it's the same for us" said Mari. "Chat loves Ladybug, everybody knows that".

"Except her apparently" said Chat bitterly.

"Oh Chat, how wrong you are" said Mari petting him. "She knows your feelings for her, I know it. She constantly says that she doesn't want to hurt your feelings, but she's in love with someone else. She's really sorry because if she didn't love him so much, she'd give you an oportunity".

"How do you... Oh, right, you're her friend" said Chat. "Does she really says that? Or are you just trying to cheer me up?" said he with his ears down.

"Kitty, I thought you knew me better than that. I'd never lie about something like that" said Mari.

"I know... Hey, do you know who's this misterious boy she loves so much? I'd like to know to whom I have lost" asked Chat.

"Chat, I can't tell you that..." said Mari, instantly regretting it as she saw Chat looking down. "But I can tell you something..." said while she looked Chat's mood improve. "She and I are more than friends, we're also rivals in love. We like the same boy, but she has better chances to win his heart. She's the awesome Ladybug, everybody admires her. That boy doesn't even notices me, how can I even compete with her?" said at the berge of tears. "I- I'm sorry, I'm rambling again".

"Princess" said Chat, grabbing her face and lokking at her seriously. "Whoever that boy is, he is a fool for not seeing such an amazing, talented and breath-taking girl. You are a wonderful girl and any guy that has the amazing luck to be your crush, love or whatever, will be the luckiest guy alive. Anybody who doesn't like you is just the biggest idiot in this world".

"He's right Marinette! You're the best babysitter we've ever had! And your designs are amazing! And you look so pretty in that dress! That model is stupid if he doesn't see you!" say the girls to cheer her up.

"Awww thanks girls... And you too Chat, I really apreciate those words" said Mari with her voice trembling.

"Wait... Model? You like a model? I mean, since you want to be a designer it makes a bit of sense that you fell in love with one of them after seeing them daily, sorry, I said nothing" said Chat.

"Ughh... Now you have a clue to discover his identity" said Mari.

"Is it really that bad if I knew? I mean, I swear I won't get jealous or anything like that, I want that Ladybug and you to be happy, so I wouldn't interfere with your love conquest either" said Chat.

"Chat, that's really sweet, but that's notthe reason why. It's not because of Ladybug either. It's just that it's really embarrasing. It's not a celebrity crush, we both know him in real lifeand he's just so sweet and nice and selfless and he doesn't really mind that I stutter around him like crazy and... And I'm rambling again" said Mari.

"Don't worry, I don't really mind. It's lovely to hear you rambling just as it is hearing Ladybug mumbling when she thinks of a plan" said Chat without thinking, making Mari blush and blushing when he realizes what he had just said.

"Thanks Chat..." said Mari awkardly.

"You're welcome princess. Now, I shall go before Nadja comes to pick her little girls, or I'll be forced to go through an interview and I won't make it to patrol. Farewell princess and deathly ninjas" said Chat with a wink and leaped of the balcony.

[kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog]

Touko Gets a Job, or How Touko Was Overwhelmed By Cute Animals (part 1)

Oh the summertime. Time magical time of year when the sun is shining, birds are chirping, flowers are sunning. When beach goers flock to the edge of the great puddle to swim and have fun. When the days are longer, and the nights are better. When highschool students scramble to make money for the following school year.

Touko Fukawa, a highschool age author who can just manage a darker side, hasn't sold a book in months. School finally cleared out, and now she could try to make a little money. With the help of one of her classmate's younger sister, Touko landed a job at a little animal shelter.

It wasn't her first choice, but when this sweet girl goes out of her way to help get you a job, how could anyone say no? Biting her thumb in apprehension, Touko walked through the doors of a little shelter not far from her school's old campus. The sweet girl had loaned Touko some clothes too. Dressed in some paint stained overalls and boots, a lighter shirt just showing around the top of the overalls, and her braids undone in favor of a bun, she timidly walked past a series of large cages. Most had a small dog within. Some were napping, some arfed at at Touko in an effort to get attention, and a few were huddled in a corner of their cages, fearfully looking out at whatever was moving. Touko could pick out a few breeds age knew of. Anxiousness was building in her gut, to which Touko forced herself to look at everything like it was written word. The dogs so helpless and scared struck a chord with her. The super friendly ones reminded her of the sweet girl. The napping ones reminded her of someone she saw at school.

"Oh! You must be our new member!" A warm voice beamed from across the room. Touko jumped a little and lost her focus, the anxiousness flooding back to where it was.

"OH! UH-I-oh um yes s-sir. I-I'm Touko Fukawa, and--uh-well----" Touko was swiftly cut off by the man. He walked over too her, lathering hand sanitizer out of habit. He shook her hand and smiled.

"I'm Inutomo. I was told you're a little shy, so you don't have to say much. Komaru told me you were bound to do well, so I'm going to start you off with 1 task for the day, and 2 for tomorrow. I need you to feed the cats in the cat cage, and tomorrow I need you to walk two groups of dogs for me, can you handle it?" Inutomo spoke in rapid succession, never taking a breath. His smile never wavered, making Touko more uneasy than welcomed.

Inutomo led her to the cat cage, a room that had a large metal mesh wall dividing it in half. Opposite the cage was a table and a long counter with a large pet sink on the far end. There was a little fridge close to the door leading in and a jar kitten formula was sitting out, ready to be used at the drop of a hat. Leaning against the door to the cat cage was a large bag of hard food.

"Just fill each bowl about half way with food, don't worry too much about not having enough! There's 8 large bowls around, can't miss them." As Inutomo was about to talk more about the cats, a phone began to ring in the front room. She quickly darted out to answer, leaving Touko to her first duty. Dragging the bag through the doorway, Touko found a scoop on a shelf near the door, followed by the realization that left her mouth agape. A small series of words slipped out as the anxiety turned to a feeling like fear, or like what you feel when climbing the first drop of a roller coaster.

"w h y a r e t h e r e s o m a n y c a t s ?"

All along the walls were cat trees and numerous cats of all shapes sizes and colors. Several cam up to Touko and meowed at her, knowing that food and attention were coming. Quickly, Touko started to move around the room, filling food bowls and trying not to have a panic attack. So many feline eyes watching her, she was getting overwhelmed. Stopping to take a breath and get ahold of herself, a few of the smaller cats began to climb Touko's legs, one little reddish brown cat with a very fluffy tail. Touko pleaded with the little cats not to do that and kept pulling them off, her voice jumping several octaves. One very little white cat with a grey spot on it's head made it up to her shoulder and nuzzled Touko's ear. Touko brain melted a little

'this is so soft and nice nothing has ever done something that sweet to me I want to pet all these kitties and give them treats and head scritches and carry them around and play with them and oh my God when did this one get in my pocket oh man oh god oh geeze it's so fluffy look at her tail and her eyes and her ahdjekrklrltkyirush c a t s'

Touko's thoughts became incoherent for a moment, she had never been around so many friendly cats before. She's never been around so many friendly anything's before, besides the sweet girl and her brother. Touko cradled the fuzzy cat in from her pocket, noting how similar it's coat was to her hair. She secretly named it Tiny Touko.

The warm feeling of the cats being so friendly to Touko make her relax a bit, taking her time to walk around and fill the rest of the bowls, petting and saying hello to every cat that rubbed against her. She lingered in the cat cage, until she heard the quick footsteps of Inutomo approaching. Her usual demeanor came falling back into place as he entered.

"See? I knew you could do it! And it looks like you made some friends too!" Inutomo said while gesturing to the cat hair all over the overalls and Tiny Touko, still in her arms.

"You can put her down for now, I need to show you where the bigger dogs are for tomorrow, and then you can sign some paperwork!"

Touko nodded, unable to get any words out. Scratching Tiny's head, she put her down and followed Inutomo outside.

'I need to thank Komaru for this she's the reason I got here oh my goodness she's so sweet and cute like that white kitten and oh god am I blushing can Inutomo see oh god stop it get ahold of yourself Touko stop being the disaster you know you ar--OH MY GOODNESS THOSE ARE FLUFFY DOGS'

Inutomo could tell, Touko was very out of her element. He could also tell that this was just the thing this poor shy girl needed. He also made a note about the cat Touko was holding like her own child. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.

[coffeecomicsgalore]

A Night to Remember

Let the dance begin.

Ao3

Chapter 19 – Meeting her Prince

Tikki watched from her little hiding spot as Marinette readied herself for the dance. Sabine was sitting on her chaise with Marinette propped in between her legs. She ran a comb through her daughter’s damp hair, removing the knots that had formed after her shower. She gathered the tangle-free locks and tied them up into a high ponytail, then wrapped the locks around into a very pretty, but slightly messy bun. She allowed a few frayed tendrils to surround Marinette’s face and then pinned a few bobby pins to lock any unwanted strands in place. A spritz of hair spray and a bushel of red roses pinned to the side of the bun later, Marinette’s updo was complete.

Marinette stood up and sauntered towards her mirror and noticed what her mother had done. “Oh, maman. It’s perfect!” Her eyes started to blur with a bit of tears accumulating at the rim. The stress from the day had tried to creep through her tough exterior, but the comfort of her mother being there and helping her prepare eased her enough to calm the tension. But sometimes, even the littlest of emotion comes through.

Sabine walked up to Marinette and brushed her cheeks with her thumbs. “It’s a good thing your makeup hasn’t been done yet or you would be a mess right now.” She giggled. Marinette chuckled along with her. “Come now. Adrien will be here soon and you still have to finish.”

Marinette started on her makeup as her maman grabbed the dress that was hanging from the closet door. She gave it a once over, looking for any loose strings that may need to be touched up before Marinette put it on. When she was sure everything looked great, Sabine walked to the jewelry box and scoured through the pieces her daughter created. A simple silver necklace with a single pink diamond would look great against the open space above the sweetheart neckline of the dress, especially for a dress as involved as the one she will be wearing, and a silver tennis bracelet would be just enough to make the dress pop. She gathered the two and showed them to Marinette which she simply smiled at the choice and nodded in agreement.

Once her makeup was completed, Marinette slipped on her dress. Her dress was one that she designed the night that Adrien asked her out and sketched it out the moment he left her home. She wanted to wear something that represented her, and now that she knew Adrien was her Chat Noir, she wanted to make something that he would love too. It was an off the shoulder A-line black dress with a sweetheart neckline. Her collarbones peaked through the dress as the lace sleeves started and sat comfortably on the edges of her shoulders until they stopped at her elbows. The lace top fit her figure perfectly and stopped at her waist before the satin skirt billowed out and ended at her knees. To separate the two types of fabric, Marinette stitched on a crimson ribbon belt with the ends tied up into a perfect bow and sat perfectly on her left hip. She completed the outfit with black strappy kitten heels.

Sabine watched as Marinette smoothed out her skirt and looked over herself in her mirror. She looked at her tearfully, watching her daughter all grown up. “Marinette, you look absolutely stunning.”

Marinette turned as she saw the soft look on her mother’s face and smiled back at her. The sound of the doorbell and two husky voices talking started to make her heart race up in anxiousness. Sabine trudged to her daughter and rubbed her arms in soothing motions, reassuring her that everything will go smoothly from this point on.  

“I’ll be okay maman. I’m excited, that’s all. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be down shortly.”

Sabine nodded and headed down to the living room and Marinette could hear the cooing voice towards Adrien. Marinette looked back to the mirror, spinning around once more to make sure everything looked perfect, and sighed with happy relief. Tikki zipped out from behind the computer monitor and snuggled up to her chosen.

“You look absolutely adorable, Marinette! Adrien won’t know what hit him.”

“Thanks, Tikki.” She giggled as she opened her clutch to let Tikki in. “Come on. Let’s go meet our boys.”

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Marinette was ready to meet her prince.  She walked over to her desk and found the two masks that that they would both wear tonight. She grabbed them and made her way to the hatch and took one last heavy breath before walking down. Not wanting to trip over her own feet, she made her way down slowly as she watched her step, holding on to the railing with a steady grip. The moment she looked up and saw him, her breath hitched and her mind froze.  

Marinette.exe has stopped working.

Adrien looked breathtakingly handsome.  He was dressed in his father’s design, a black striped suit fitted so well along his lengthy body; it reminded her of the gangster movies of the 1920s. He had gotten so tall over the years, now stretching close to a foot over Marinette.  The suit complimented his black shirt and was adorned with silver buttons.  His shoes were just as spiffy – a shiny black shoe with a silver cat emblem adorned to the back. His hair was slicked back, allowing his long tendrils to fall towards the nape of his neck. He wore a fedora with a crimson feather, fake of course, that had a black ribbon with a thin strip of lime green in it that sat at the brim of the hat. Finishing the look was the crimson tie that Marinette had given him, the same deep red color that matched the belt on her dress.

She finally reached him and let go of the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

He reached out to her hand and bowed, rubbed his thumb across her knuckles before placing a sweet kiss to it. “You are absolutely and pawsitively beautiful, my purrincess.” His smile stretched from ear to ear.

Marinette blushed. “I should say the same to you, my prince.” He stood up slightly, allowing his lips to brush against hers before she delved in a little further, deepening the kiss for a moment longer than necessary. They smiled as they pulled away.  

He looked down at her hand and noticed the black lace domino masks that matched the lace on her dress. They were cut, stiffened, and formed to their specific face shape. “Oh Marinette, these are amazing.”

She giggled as she handed him his mask but then held on to his shoulder for stability. He tilted his head in confusion as he watched her eyes trail to the floor. Marinette kicked up her leg behind her body to showcase the little piece of Chat Noir she had been holding out to surprise him – little mock bells tied to the side of her strappy heels. His eyes glimmered with so much love for his lady. He still couldn’t believe she spent weeks designing and sewing this dress. It complemented her Ladybug persona while giving the hint of his Chat Noir. It was perfect. Exceptionally fitting for his princess.

Tom and Sabine walked over to them and gushed on how perfect they both looked together. Their outfits were amazing and complimented each other perfectly, while their smiles showcased the love they have for each other.

After a few photos, some hugs, and ‘see you laters’, Adrien held out his arm to whisk his lady to the ball. “Are you ready to have fun, my lady?”  

She smiled and wrapped her arm around his. “I’m ready for a night to remember.”

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Adrien stood on the stage alongside Nino as he brought up the playlist for the night. Making sure the music played through all the speakers after the Lila mishap earlier, Nino bopped his head as he watched Adrien stare out across the dance floor.

“She looks good, dude, and you don’t look too bad yourself. Must be the model in you or something.”

Adrien chuckled at his jab. “Yeah, yeah. You clean up good, too.” Nino wore a simple black suit with a white button down. He wore an orange bow tie to match Alya’s dress and a pair of black high-top sneakers. He finished the look with a simple black mask and a black fedora with a green ribbon. The boys needed to match somehow. “If I wasn’t dating Marinette, I would ask you out.” Adrien winked as he eyed his friend up and down.  

Nino nudged his shoulder. “Sorry, dude. Dating Alya and all. But I love you anyways.”

“Bro hug?”

“Bro hug.”

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Marinette looked around the gymnasium and was thankful that things were running smoothly. The guard Adrien hired reported no issues, Mdm. Cessaire was able to bring in the food under the discretion that her team were the only ones to handle the food so no intentional meddling was involved, her maman and papa were already set up and ready to hand out the sweets, and Jagged Stone and Kitty Section were able to set up their instruments with no loss of expensive equipment (sans one drumstick). The only addition to the gymnasium was the new large photos that were now posted along the walls.

Adrien walked towards his princess, planting a kiss to her temple. “This looks great. Alya did a fantastic job with the additions.” He chuckled.

Marinette screwed her lips as she looked at the photos. “You know, we haven’t had an akuma in a little while. I have this weird feeling we will be seeing something tonight.” She looked up at him. “That something is going to be Lila, you know.” Adrien could only nod in agreement. “Just keep your guard up.”

“You’re running this whole show, Marinette. You don’t have to keep those photos up. This isn’t like you to just go along with a plan like this. I know you.”

Marinette just shook her head. “No matter what, she’s going to walk in here and see that things have been fixed. I don’t believe she expected us to find out until we got her and scrambled to piece things together before the guests arrived.” She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “That girl just needs to be stopped.”  

Alya walked towards her best friend as the room started to fill with people. She looked gorgeous with her hair up in a high pony tail as the hair fell gracefully against her back. Her ombre chiffon dress was perfect against her skin tone, starting with the white in the halter top until it gradually reached orange at the knee. The top was fitted around her curves with the halter snapped at her neck with a pretty mock bow at the nape. She wore a white domino mask, orange pumps, and a silver bracelet.

Soon, spurts of friends walked in and admired the transformed room. Marinette greeted her friends at the door and cooed at how everyone looked in their outfits.

Alix walked in first with Max. She asked for something more her to her style – a pant suit sans suit jacket. She wore a white one shoulder style top that crossed over from one shoulder to the under the opposite armpit. A green and pink stripe followed the same direction but started right under her armpit and crossed down to midsection. She wore black wide pant legs with green and pink stripes running along the pant seam. She finished the look with a pair of black ballet flats. Max looked just as nice with a white button down with a green tie, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. They both wore green domino masks.

Juleka and Rose walked in together hand in hand. Juleka had her hair in a braid that swooped down over her shoulder while Rose stuck with a simple flower crown on top of her pixie style cut. Rose chose a shimmery pink ball gown inspired dress that stopped mid-thigh. She finished the look with simple makeup and her stiletto heels. Juleka wore a fitted purple sleeveless dress that had a black see-through overlay that ended right at the knee. She wore black ballet flats to finish the look.

Ivan walked in with a black suit jacket, gray button down, and black slacks while Mylene walked in a beautiful yellow sun dress. Marc and Nathaniel donned their beaus favorite colors, keeping it simple with button downs and slacks. Chloe went all out with a long yellow ball gown, while Sabrina kept to a teal A-line dress and flats.

Marinette stayed busy as she walked around the room making sure everyone was happy. The music was strumming along and she held onto Adrien’s hand as she chatted with some of the guests. Some of the laughter had slowly died down when a slight hush masked the room. Marinette tensed as she could feel all eyes on her and Adrien placed a reassuring hand on the small of her back to keep her standing upright. The shriek that filled the room was all she needed to hear to know that she had arrived.