#honestly your moth au is adorable

[dragonbma]

Lämp of the Sea

Gift for @zhezhy ^^

Moth!Harper & Moth!Ivor belong to her 🌼

[weebsinstash]

I know you mentioned that you aren't a big fan of pregnancy AU stuff in Hazbin, but hear me out...

Imagine Yandere Valentino getting his Darling pregnant to have a living bargaining chip to make sure she doesn't even try to leave him

New idea. What if the only people who can procreate in Hell are red string soulmates, or, it's like akin to ABO in the sense that not everyone or every combo of people could create a baby.

I was thinking about a yandere Valentino who has Reader as his red string soulmate whatever and you run away after seeing how truly abusive he is to other people, worrying for your own safety, and you're missing for like a straight year before Valentino finds out where you are, and... he's all but KICKING DOWN the door of your apartment, and he's looking at you like a hungry predator ready to pounce on you, cornering you, and

a baby starts crying from the other room and you're SPRINTING to the noise and Valentino finds you defensively holding a little bundle to your chest, growling snarling baring fangs holding a knife whatever at him, and Valentino thinks you adopted some other man's kid, some little imp bastard or something, and he's furious, he's raising his voice, he's getting closer, he's-

making perfect eye contact with a little tiny baby replica of himself as it turns to look at him with its big red eyes and chubby cheeks and fat arms and. It takes Val a few seconds to process it. The baby looks right at him and is whimpering and gurgling, upset, but doesn't cry. The baby boy sneezes and his antenna flip back and forth. He's got lil hearts in his fur and his teeny antenna are already so fluffy.

'Oh but aren't baby moths technically caterpillars--' shut the fuck up, you're demons and also that would be ugly as fuck. You want to give birth to a 20 armed baby or something. No. We save the truly inhuman babies for the human x monster/alien/whatever prompts. Your baby comes out a mini mothperson and it's fluffy and chubby and fucking adorable and also shut up

Val is just, SMITTEN, the narcissism is turned up to 100, he's rapid cycling emotions, "*GASPING* OUR BABY IS SO FUCKING CUTE, WHAT THE FUCK, I WANT TO HOLD HIM" "So I knocked you up good huh 😏" "*already on the phone in a group call with the other Vees and taking 200 pictures* you should see this thing, he looks just like me, can you even believe that, I can already tell he's gonna be so handsome and successful cuz he's MY son" "aw, amorcito did you think you needed to run away to protect our baby because I have so many enemies? You're such a good mama ❤️❤️❤️"

You spend like MONTHS lovingly protecting and sheltering your child until he's a healthy giggling little chubroll and Val has him for like two days and suddenly your baby has his ears pierced with diamonds in them and Valentino is walking around in his high heels and slutty bodysuits with your son in a papoose cuddled into his chest fur. You're holding your sleeping son while Val is beside you and someone sneezes across the room and the baby stirs and here's Valentino, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, MY SON IS SLEEPING", like, NOT ANYMORE YOU DUMB JACKASS???

'Oh gee why is Valentino suddenly funding and producing more erotic films involving moms and breeding and pregnant people and lactation-' you fucking know why and honestly I think it'd be SO FUNNY if he's like, "oh yeah, don't worry, I want you on birth control too mami. I missed fucking you and I kinda wanna do a lot of that without worrying about another little niño or two. At least not for a while :)"

Valentino on the red carpet being his cunty fashionable self while his baby is in a sling and they're both wearing matching outfits. Your baby boy has a tiny iced-up watch that's worth more than the entire building you were living in before his father found you. Your "husband" is posing half-naked with your baby on the cover of Demon Playboy which he owns, "HELL'S HOTTEST NEW DILF" like I COULD NOT WITH THIS MAN

And obviously he's got new kinks now that you're a mom and he absolutely fucks the hell out of you to the point you would get pregnant again without the birth control 😳 valentino on some real "is this the milk you've been feeding my baby with, let me try some" type stuff where he's milking you dry during his bang sesh and your son has to have formula that night because your tank is EMPTY 💀 YOU'RE A RAISIN LIKE THAT SCENE FROM SCOOBY DOO ZOMBIE ISLAND--

God. I've read horror stories about women getting pregnant again even WHILE being on multiple types of birth control so, then you get knocked up again Because Of Course You Would, You're Taking More Creampies Than A Professional Rodeo Clown, and what does Valentino say? "Fuck it, I wanna keep it! I can't just MURK my baby after it beat the odds, that's so ME!" And now you're having twin girls 💀💀💀 who knows, maybe having some daughters would teach Valentino to actually respect women--

I feel like you would wake up one morning and be genuinely hysterical because your baby is missing and you can't get in contact with Valentino and you're freaking out at the absolute highest level and it turned out to be some dumb shit like Val just took your son along with him for THE ENTIRE DAY and didn't think of mentioning it to you because "but you were needing a break and we were bonding, mami. We were having our guy time. I was leaving for work and he looked at me and he SMILED AT ME. What the fuck was i supposed to do, I couldn't just LEAVE HIM, he wanted his papi"

Of course, all these ideas hinge on the concept of Valentino actually caring for his baby. He could still genuinely use it as a tool against you. You're out running errands and suddenly you're getting a call. It's Valentino. He wants you to come home; you left the baby with Kitty so you could go out for a little while for some 'you time' since you've been trapped at home hiding ever since you ran from him before learning you were pregnant. It's not even about you leaving the baby with a nanny; it's about you not being home when Valentino came to visit you and him being uncomfortable not knowing exactly where you are and exactly what you're doing

Well, you got a little smart with him. You've just spent the last about 11 months living through hell with your pregnancy and hiding; you deserve to get some fresh air and walk out on the town and--- in the middle of you lecturing him you can just hear your baby making baby noises through the phone and Valentino just adopts this... tone in his voice, "amorcito, I came to spend time with you and our little frijolito and you're not heeee~ere. You know I can have trouble concentrating when I've had a few drinks and, earlier i dropped my phone on accident and i thought 'oh, it's good i wasn't holding something important"

You're home within 20 minutes and Valentino is cuddling into you while he puts some garbage on TV and pretends not to notice how you're trembling as you hold your son and send the occasional wary glance his father's way...

[flightfoot]

Any fic recs where Hawk Moth captures one of the heroes?

...I'm gonna assume that enemies au don't count? Honestly there really aren't very many.

Some Days by @merrygreenie

Some days are worse, and others are a little better, little by little and day by day. Marinette Dupain-Chen is learning how to live her new normal after living in confinement and being tortured by Hawkmoth. She is thankful to have her friends and family to support her. And a very special Chat who loves her very much. *This story contains scenes of violence and torture this is a whump fic*

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Between the Heavens and the Embers by @readersmoon

Everyone in Paris remembers the fateful night of January 16, when the city was attacked by the most powerful and destructive akuma ever created. The assault, which lasted for hours, resulted in the death of 439 people.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was among the casualties.

Years later, Adrien hasn't been able to move on, haunted by the memories of her broken body. So, when the opportunity to leave Paris for a while presents itself, he doesn't hesitate. But this trip might end up giving him more than he ever dreamt of.

This is a fantastic fic, though a serious and a dark one - make sure to mind the tags, and it’s M-rated for a reason. Vee - or rather, Marinette - is going through a horror story here. Imagine finding out that your life is a lie, that everyone you thought you could trust was manipulating you, that you were just being continually gaslit for years. 

As for Adrien, Alya, and Nino... well, none of them took Marinette’s “death” all that well, especially Adrien. Finding out that she’s been alive all this time, in these horrible circumstances, and they had no clue... it’s hard on them as well.

I love how this fic goes into how much trauma everyone has even after the immediate danger’s dealt with, you don’t just walk off this kind of experience, especially with how many years this lasted.

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Soul Seeker by hislittlelady

After a shooting on her 6th birthday, Marinette Dupain-Cheng died. She was brought to the afterlife by her grandmother. She was content. Until the paramedics did their jobs and suddenly she wasn’t dead anymore. Waking up to find that half of her soul had remained tethered to the afterlife, allowing her the ability to see things others can’t, Marinette grows up an outcast. It isn’t until she moves in with her only friend, a detective she’s known since preschool, that she finds her purpose, solving his harder cases with the help of her spiritual connections. Three years later, she’s thriving. Her own business, two best friends, a K-9 drop out as a companion- life couldn’t get better. Until she meets Chat. A ghost with amnesia and a mask to match, Chat isn’t sure what he needs to move on to the afterlife (and, considering he’s stuck around for another three years, he doesn’t seem in all that much of a hurry to figure it out either!) When Amelie Agreste, a socialite from out of town, comes to Marinette for help locating her missing nephew, Marinette knows her career and her life will be on the line. But even a murderer intent on silencing her forever can’t keep Marinette from seeking the truth.

This is a really fun detective story. You can probably guess one or two of the major twists (not counting the twist of "Adrien is Chat Noir" which I certainly HOPE isn't a spoiler to anyone reading this), but that doesn't make it any less satisfying, especially with how Marinette's and Chat's relationship is developed. Or well, what interactions we see from them, since they've known each other for years by the time the story starts. I adore the "my friend is a ghost" trope, and the identity shenanigans and mystery around what actually happened to Adrien kept me wondering.

It's an M-rated fic, which I'm guessing is mostly due to an attempted sexual assault at one point in the story, though it doesn't get very far before it's stopped. I also want to warn Luka fans that he's not shown in the best light in this fic, though it's not too extreme.

[gimgerrat]

So I wrote a hurt/comfort dabble for the Horizons x MHA au. I say dabble it's really not cus it's like 900+ words but whatever y'all are gonna be eating.

Loud pattering of footsteps rung along the reflective walls echoing with the heavy breathing originating from Liko. She stopped running for a bit, sucking in wheezy breaths clutching the collar of her hero costume as her heart aches painfully. The ground shook as loud thumping could be heard. Liko had tried to run once more but was roughly pulled back by a crystalline creature. 

“y̶o̶u̶ c̶a̶n̶n̶o̶t̶ r̶u̶n̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ t̶̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶̶” a rough and gravelly voice growled out. Likos heart pumped rapidly as she thrashed about in its grip. “LET ME GO, YOU HURT DOT!!!” She yelled at the thing squirming to try and free herself from its hold. “I̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ D̶o̶t̶? Y̶o̶u̶ m̶̶e̶̶a̶n̶ w̶e̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ D̶o̶t̶!” the monster rumbled before shoving Liko face towards one of the mirrored walls, roughly pulling her hair to force her to look in the reflection. She saw the monster she became in the mirror. “S̶̶e̶̶e̶̶, y̶o̶u̶ a̶n̶d̶ I̶ a̶r̶e̶ o̶n̶e̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶a̶m̶e̶, y̶o̶u̶r̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ a̶s̶ m̶u̶c̶h̶ o̶f̶ a̶ m̶o̶n̶s̶t̶e̶r̶ a̶s̶ I̶ a̶m̶.” 

After it said that it faded into dust as Likos arms had started to materialize crystals at an alarming rate. The Hall of mirrors faded and she was right back to when it happened. The rubble, the sirens of emergency vehicles, and Dot, the girl she adored lying motionless in her arms. There was so much blood and it was all over her hands. “I'm sorry Dot, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen.” the once motionless Hydra sprung to life, her eye sockets empty. “S̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ d̶o̶e̶s̶n̶'t̶ c̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶ L̶̶i̶̶k̶̶o̶̶!” she roared out grabbing Likos torso, crushing her. Liko started to thrash once more in her grip, sobbing and spouting as many apologies as she could muster. 

Dots voice could be heard echoing. 

“L̶i̶k̶o̶”

“L̶i̶k̶o̶”

“Liko”

“LIKO WAKE UP!!!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dot woke up to Liko whimpering out an apology to her over and over again. The leviathan brought her tighter into her hold, but Liko had only started thrashing about and sobbing even more sorrys. This honestly broke their heart seeing the one person who brightened up her entire life be so terrified. “Liko” Dot softly called, only getting a flinch from the moth girl. “Liko” trying once more, getting no response. “Liko!” Dot's voice was louder and more panicked as the bluenette squirmed further away from her. 

“LIKO WAKE UP!!!”

The girl woke up with a start at that, cheeks wet from her tears. She looked up at Dot freckles glowing in stress. Likos stomach twisted painfully in guilt seeing the scar across the bridge of Dot's snout, a permanent reminder of what she done to her. “Liko what's wrong” the leviathans concern rung out softer than she had ever heard from her. “It's me, I'm what's wrong… Why do you even want to be near me?” 

The question hadn't really surprised Dot, she knew Liko has poor self esteem but it still hurt when she said these things. “Liko… why wouldn't I want to be near you, I care about you” her clawed hands reached out to caress her face. Likos antennas flinched as she scooted further away from the lizard girls touch, feeling undeserving of it. “because I hurt you!! I gave you that scar” Dot slowly retracted her hands, heart sinking hearing her distressed squeaks.  “I don't care that you hurt me, I knew what I was getting into when I rushed in to save you.”

“I care! How can you even stand to be close to me after what I did?” Dot felt Likos guilt and shame slam into her, she felt the uncontrollable urge to comfort Liko so that's what she did. Shifting closer to the other girl “Dot no I'm only gonna hurt you” she grabbed Likos hand “no your not." they stated a matter of factly, moving closer as Liko tried to move back, to Dots mounting frustration. "Why are you doing this Dot, why don't you hate me?” that finally broke Dot, her frustration hitting its boiling point. 

“IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU DAMMIT” that caught Liko by surprise “Love?” her shock spiked though Dot's spine. “Yeah… I love you, have been for a while now.” she rolled over away from the moth, tail curling around herself in anticipation of rejection. After a few moments of silence Dot felt emotions that clearly weren't her own. Likos elation and joy shot through her like a rocket, but she felt one other thing, something she recognized. 

Dots hearts thudded against her ribcage similar to a war drum, she was so sure that Liko could hear them. Turning back over to face her she saw Liko bathed in a teal light, it was a little hard to see but she was definitely sporting a blush. The sound of shifting sheets caused Liko to look up at the Hydra eyes glistening as teal and purple glows mixed together. “I love you too” her soft spoken voice sounds like music to Dot's ears. 

She didn't need Liko to tell her she loves her, Dot already knew; but that didn't stop from scooping her up into a tight hug and letting out the most joyful croon so loud that they were pretty sure that she woke up the nearby rooms. Liko giggled a little and let out happy squeaks, wings forming to wrap around the hydra. Her elated emotions where so strong it pushed out into not only the room but the rest of the building as well. 

The serpent's eyes drooped a little as she let out a yawn, curling around Liko even more than what was thought possible. The moth girl gave her a small kiss on the cheek, receiving several soft kisses to her head in return. Dots deep rumbling started to lull Liko as she snuggled in further into Dots firm hold, causing her light purring to turn into a full on car engine, and let out a sigh of content before sleep claimed hold of the both of them. A silent agreement to talk about their new burgeoning relationship in the morning.

[idontknowanametouse]

Miraculous Rewrite AU. Chapter 3: Stormyweather

(homophobia, autistic meltdown, implied ableism)

(stormyweather redesign inspired by @miraculous-metamorphosis and @wormzandgutz)

-You ready, love? – asks Mireille, opening the door and entering Aurore's dressing room.

-Almost. – she sighs, irritated, closing the makeup kit. – Honestly, why do they want to do this poll? It was already decided that they liked us equally, that's why we present the program together!

-I don't know, it must be something to increase the audience or something. But everything will be fine, our contracts do not allow for a dismissal like that, so out of the blue, for no reason at all. Let's go?

-Let's go. – and smiled at her girlfriend, holding her hand for a brief moment before they went to the set where the program would be broadcast live.

-Welcome back, viewers!! – Alec exclaims, and Aurore has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. God, how she hates that man's voice when he is on TV. – As we said in the last block, you will vote for your favorite weather girl on our channel: Aurore Beaureal or Mireille Caquet, and also for the one you want to stay on the program!

What?

They both look at each other, eyes wide, having no idea how to react or what to do in this situation. They can't ask Alec, what the fuck? Nor can they stop the program or the vote from taking place. If they do anything, they will be fired. Which isn't much, since one of the two is apparently going to be fired anyway.

They can't do anything. After all, they are just weather girls.

–

As soon as the broadcast ends, along with her promise of a good future in her career in meteorology, Aurore goes to Alec and hits him on the knees with her cane. Marching angrily to the elevator, she waits for the door to close behind her, with Mireille trying to catch up to her from the hallway, so she can scream in fury.

She isn't mad at Mireille, she would never be mad at her because of that. She is mad with that shitty presenter who worked for the shitty enforcers of this shitty network.

When she arrives at her building, all she wants to do is get to her apartment, lie in bed and cry in frustration. And then the elevator stops and the lights go out.

-AH, FUCK YOU! – she exclaims, sitting on the floor, boilling in anger. Feeling her cell phone vibrate, she takes it out of her dress pocket and sees that it's Mireille. She answers, her voice defeated. – …hi, Mimi…

-Aurore, I heard one of the executives talking to an investor, from what I understand, they did all this shit because we are publicly dating and this investor threatened to stop the sponsorship because of that.

Aurore's blood boils. Is that why they destroyed her future? Because of some old, homophobic, jealous piece of shit who couldn't stand her and her girlfriend being happy?

She fees her breathing quicken, fury rising in her chest. She can't hear what Mireille says, and only stops when she sees it.

-What the fuck is that? – she murmurs, taking the umbrella in her hand to try to ward it off. It looks like a big, black insect, but

Suddenly, Aurore remembers what happened a week ago, above the Eiffel Tower. That horrible face made of black butterflies.

Horrified, she tries to swing the umbrella to hit the insect or at least make it go away, but it is in vain. That blackness merges with the umbrella, blurring Aurore's mind.

-Love? Aurora? – Mireille mutters, in panic. She hears something she can't understand, then hears a name she started to fear a week ago: “Hawk Moth.” �� Shit. No no no no.

She realizes she needs to do something. In panic, the girl almost flies to an empty studio. She needs a camera that can broadcast to the entire city.

-

-Girl, did I tell you that your outfit is really cute?

Marinette fees her cheeks warming up and a slight smile appearing on her lips. She is very happy that Alya noticed the outfit she thought of for the day, as it is one of her favorites, particularly. Even though it is simple, they find it adorable: it is a sailor school uniform, like the ones in anime, black with green details complemented by a black belt with green details and a bow on top of her head, her hair arranged in a small braid at her back.

-Ah, thank you very much… you also look very beautiful!

-Oh, do you think so? Thanks!

Alya really looks beautiful, simple and gorgeous, with a white sweatshirt, a short black skirt and a headband of the same tone holding back her curly hair.

For the last week, after the whole thing with Stoneheart, Marinette has been looking like a nervous wreck, thinking that an akuma would appear at any moment, and in fact it could happen, but she really needed to relax. It was actually a good idea to invite Alya to spend some time there on Sunday, as she, despite being very electric, brings peace to their heart.

Unfortunately, this tranquility soon evaporates, as the TV broadcast is “hacked” by someone, with the image suddenly changing and showing… Mireille, one of the girls at her school who is Alya's friend and also the weather girl, looking like about to have an anxiety attack…?

-LADYBUG, CHAT NOIR! – she shouts, her eyes filled with despair. – THERE IS AN AKUMA IN PARIS! I don't know where she is, or what she looks like, or what powers she has, but I know she's coming here, to the broadcaster!! Please come quickly before something very, very bad happens!!

Fuck.

What was she going to do? What was she going to do? She couldn't reveal her identity to Alya like that, but she also couldn't go away out of the blue without any explanation! Only if…

-I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! – she suddenly exclaims, getting up and running over there. She locks the door from the inside and exclaims, in her best possible voice: – Oh, no!! I think I got stuck!! Alya, can you try to find the spare bathroom key in my room?! Unfortunately, I don't remember where I left it!!

And, knowing full well that that key doesn't exist, she transforms into Ladybug and leaves through the window.

–

She and Chat Noir meet at the top of the building.

-How are you doing, my lady?

-Hi, Chat. Let's try to do it quickly this time, okay?

-What's the rush, Ladybug? The akuma hasn't even gotten here yet.

-I think it's Aurore Beaureal.

-How do you know?

-Intuition. Anyway, I have some things to do, so let's do it quickly.

-You really don't like this?

-Do you like?

-To be honest, one of the reasons I accepted was so I could decide something about my own life and act like myself for at least a part of the day.

-…that…is very sad, but we need to talk about it later.

-…are you really okay, Mari?

-Don't call me that when I'm Ladybug!!

-I'm sorry, but did something happen? You seem really nervous.

-It's nothing!! I just want to finish as quickly as possible!! – he's so fucking annoying, can't he see that she just wants to do it quickly and be left alone?!

-…I'm sorry, Ladybug.

He looks a little upset. Shit, she fucked up, didn't she? She didn't know how to socialize outside of her trusted circle, and now, because of that, she hurt Chat Noir. Before he can even apologize, the two hear a loud bang below and see the studio door flying away, pushed by strong winds.

-Fuck. She is here.

They immediately start going down the stairs, nervousness seeming to speed up her heart more and more, and stop on the top floor, where the station's owners work, prepared for when she appears in the elevator.

Well, she shows up. It is just a little scary.

She was definitely Aurore, just a much darker version of the girl. Her pigtails were transformed into lightning bolts, constantly changing in a crazy zigzag. The skirt was made of dark clouds, occasionally releasing small storms at her feet, which floated, never touching the ground. Her skin was gray, her ears were pointed, and her eyes were completely white. She wore a dark leather coat open, revealing an outfit tailored like a rag doll's, black and white striped tights and black pointy flats.

Ladybug swallows. She knows Aurore. Maybe she can talk to her.

-Aurore.

-Stormyweather. – the voice, despite still being hers, sounds like thunder. However, it is also cold, completely different from her usual expressive tone.

-Mireille called us to help you.

-You'll help me if you get out of my way and let me destroy this bastard.

-He's not here anymore.

-Then, I destroy the tower. It will be enough.

There is no way to talk to her, Ladybug realizes and understands this. She makes a slight sign with her hands. Chat Noir sees it and attacks.

As soon as she sees him coming towards her, Stormyweather creates a gale so strong that it pushes them back and destroys the lamps in the corridor, leaving them in the dark.

-Where is she?! Where?!! – Ladybug screams, her voice bordering on despair, only increasing when she feels a fast wind passing by her.

-Calm down, I have night vision!! I'll take you!! – Chat Noir then grabbs her arm and starts running.

She hates it.

They hate that with their entire being, feeling the two bodies rubbing together painfully, feeling everything heightened.

Please no, please no… I can't deal with this right now…

-Go quickly!! – she exclaims, trying to hold back the pain. – What if the military arrives, like that time?! They will kill her!!

-They won't!! We will arrive first!! They know that only we can fix everything!!

-Still, what if they arrive?! What if… – she is interrupted when he opens the door.

She hated being in the dark, with her hand being grabbed and being dragged to places she didn't know. It was almost painful, almost too much. But it gets much, much worse when they get back to the roof.

Stormyweather created a real storm, almost a hurricane, above the building. There is lightning and thunder and wind and sounds of wind and cold and heat and ice and rain and light and bangs and things touching and it is all way too much.

She starts blinking uncontrollably. Involuntarily, their feet go further and further back, seeking refuge on that staircase. Her eyes begin to fill with tears, and she feels a scream threatening to escape her throat. Desperately trying to protect herself from the sensations, protect herself from everything, she crouches on the stairs, starting to rock, back and forth, and slams her hands against her ears and screams and tries to just stop feeling.

-…! Ladybug!!

Chat Noir tries to grab her hands in panic, but this only makes Ladybug scream even more, tears escaping from her squeezed tight eyes and her feet hitting the stone floor.

What should he do?! What is that?! Why is this happening?! How should he act?! He is starting to panic, until something falls in front of him.

A towel.

Even in that state, she called lucky charm. She trusts him. She knows she can't fight Stormyweather, so she trusts him to do it.

He will.

He, not knowing if he should interfere, carefully closes the door behind him, returning to the collapsing ceiling with the towel in his hands.

-I will take care of everything, my lady. Do not worry. – he murmurs, perhaps to her, perhaps to himself.

Chat Noir quickly realizes that he doesn't have the same ability to create complex (and somewhat insane) plans as Ladybug, so he decides to do everything in a… simpler way, let's say.

By climbing onto an almost collapsing billboard, running over it towards Stormyweather, jumping on top of her and using the towel to cling to her and have an opening to cataclysm the umbrella in her hands.

Of course, he panicks slightly when the two started to fall, but he manages to use one of his crutches to stabilize his descent and hold Aurore (who is screaming a lot) with his other arm.

-C-Chat Noir? – she murmurs, shaking a little. - What happened?

-Don't worry, we've already solved everything. Can you wait a little here? I'll be right back.

-Ok…?

Chat Noir heads to the stairs, gently opening them and asking in a whisper:

-My lady?

-Hmm? – Ladybug replies, raising her head.

-How are you?

She does not answer.

-Could you call the miraculous ladybug, please? Then I'll take you home.

She holds out her hand and he throws the towel to her. She throws the towel up again, and the object turns into a billion ladybugs.

-Do you want help getting up?

She shakes her head and goes to him, her body curled up, as if protecting herself from something, and they both return to the roof. To his surprise, from the newly repaired elevator, Mireille appeared, and is now talking to Aurore.

-… cyan dress with white cloud pattern on the skirt, baby blue flats…

-Hmm? – Chat Noir's attention turns to Ladybug, who is whispering to herself. Then, he notices that she is describing Aurore and Mireille's clothes.

-Tea green sweater, skirt in the same tone with a white lightning pattern, gray tights, white ankle boots, sun pendant around the neck…

Realizing that she must be doing this to self-regulate in some way, they leave, with her hugging him and clinging to him.

–

-Aurore!!

The girl is startled when she hears her own name, and, as she turns towards the repaired elevator, she mutters:

-Mireille?

-Are you okay?! My god, I thought something really bad was going to happen!!

-I… don't remember… what… – suddenly, a flash of memory. – That son of a bitch took advantage of me and turned me into something?!

-…yeah… at least you looked prettier than that first guy. Anyway, let's leave soon, I resigned.

-What?! Mimi, no!! Why?! Just because of me?! You shouldn't have done that!!!

-Love, listen to me: firstly, I would never work for a broadcaster like that if I knew that shit, and I know you wouldn't either. Secondly, I was already going to be fired after taking that camera and breaking into the broadcast out of nowhere without anyone knowing.

-…ah…

-Do you want to go get ice cream to calm down a little?

-I want to, but… can you carry me? I left my cane in the elevator of my building… which is broken…

-Of course, sweetheart.

–

As soon as they land on the roof, Ladybug mutters:

-…sorry.

-Why?

-For that thing. For letting you down.

-Why apologize? You were clearly not well. I took care of the situation myself and it wasn't a problem, and if you're about to have it happen again, just let me know. But… can I ask a question?

-Course.

-What happened?

-Hm… I didn't want to say that so as not to change anything between us, but now there's no way I can do that… I'm autistic, and at the time I was so stressed about things and anxious and there ended up being too much around me, and that happened… it's called meltdown…

-Why didn't you want to talk? It wouldn't change anything.

-Wait, seriously?

-Yeah. You are my friend and even though I don't understand much about it, I will try my best to help me, you just need to let me know. Also, don't we have other autistic classmates, if I'm not mistaken? I would be a fucking asshole if I treated you differently because of this.

-…thanks. You are the best.

-Don't exaggerate, come on.

-At least the best partner.

-We only work together for a week.

-Stop contradicting me. – Chat Noir turns to go. – Hey, wait!

-What happened, Buggaboo?

-Stop that. You said a bad word, I'm proud of you.

-I learned from the best. – and smiles as he leaves.

Ladybug, using her poor climbing skills, manages to hang from the wall of the building to the bathroom window, entering, detransforming and exclaiming, upon opening the door:

-Oh dear!! The door unlocked by itself! It's a miracle!!

–

Alya strokes Marinette's hair while she naps on his lap and watches TV, until her cell phone rings loudly (and even then, Marinette doesn't wake up) and she answers:

-Hello?

-Hi, Alya, it's Aurore.

-Ah, hi, Aurore! Is Mireille there with you?

-Yes she is!

-I'm sorry about what happened to you.

-It's okay, we're over it. Here, y'know that news blog of yours?

-Uh, yes, why?

-Does he perhaps need two presenters who hate TV channels a lot

-…Yes. – and a smile emerged on his lips.

-

That one was really quick, but I really liked how it turned out! I think it was a nice introduction to Ladynoir dynamic and also Aurore and Mireille (they'll have other appearances in the future). Next chapter is Dark Cupid, which means things are going to start to get really good!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hello! I've been following your blog for a looong time now and I wanted to say I absolutely ADORE the stuff you write, back then some months ago I was so happy that I found a whole blog dedicated to foul legacy childe, moth boyfriend deserves more love<3,

Also I'm glad you're feeling better now!! Hopefully that headache doesn't come back...

Now onto my request~

Can I please have a packaged loose leaf lemon tea, with cloves and sakura, and a crème brûlée and apple cake, served in gold-rimmed china plates??

Thank you veru much ♡♡♡

(I really wanted to ask, can I have an anon tag?? Could I be teacup anon??<3)

Requests for this event are CLOSED!!

Lemon tea, crème brûlée, apple cake, sakura and cloves... what an absolutely marvelous combination!

Let's see what this wish entails...

~ * ~ Sea Monster AU Headcanons, inspired by the words "Discovery" and "Bathing", featuring Bennett and Razor, set in Mondstadt

Fluff

Sea Monster AU- An AU where Childe is your hometown's resident sea monster

Warnings for allusions to injuries and medication

~ * ~ -Mondstadt is, in general, a very peaceful place to live -With the bright sun, the comfortable city, and the soft, constant breeze the only thing that’s really “happened” in the past year or so was the whole Dvalin situation, which was luckily fixed right up by the mysterious Traveler from another world -So Mondstadt remains as it always had- peaceful, comfortable, thriving -AKA very VERY boring -At least to someone like you- it’s not that you crave action every second of every day! You just wish something more interesting than walking to work in the morning would happen sometimes -You didn’t even get to experience much of the dragon incident due to your lack of a Vision; you were just shuffled inside like everyone else even though the only thing you wanted was to get a closer look at that magnificent dragon -So needless to say when Childe came into your life a few days ago you were simply thrilled!! -You found him washed up at the coast off of Windrise, sprawled out on the sand and wheezing from exhaustion, the wounds on his body very clearly telling you that he was running, or swimming, from something -And you were more than happy to help patch him up with the bandages in your bag! It was early morning then, but other people would be out on the beach soon, so you showed the sparkly sea monster a partially-submerged cave he could stay in -You’ve been back to visit him everyday since then, calling out his name that you learned from scratch marks on the rock whenever you enter the small cavern. The way he coos and splashes in the water when you arrive makes you smile <33 -The same trills greet you today as you duck your head to avoid smacking it against the low entrance of the cave. Childe chirps and waves his tail, claws curled on the edge of the little pool of water, and you laugh and kneel to give him pets -He immediately swims forward to settle his head in your lap, tilting his chin upwards and making little echoing purrs in delight. It’s strange, to you, how he hasn’t swam away yet, with the pool being connected to the ocean and his wounds relatively healed -But honestly, you’re glad he’s staying a bit longer -You’re about to start tending to him when you hear a yell of surprise behind you. Jerking your head around, you’re met with the sight of two people- a boy with white hair, and a boy with gray hair- standing in the entrance to the cavern -The white-haired boy, who you quickly recognize as the Adventurer Bennett, is pointing in astonishment at Childe, who squeaks and ducks his head down into the water so only the tips of his horns are peeking out -You don’t recognize the gray-haired one, but he’s carrying a heavy claymore with ease with a wary look in his eye, trying to shove Bennett the eternally unlucky back in an attempt to protect him -“Ah, you caught me.” Is all you say with a wry smile on your face. You’re surprised it took this long, seeing how popular this beach is, and you dip your hand into the water so you can rest it comfortingly on Childe’s head -You’re waiting for them to scream, run, attack, anything- but Bennett seems more amazed and impressed, eyes wide and sparkling. The boy behind him is considerably less so, but still lowers his claymore slightly when Bennett asks what Childe’s name is -He breaks into a wide grin when Childe pokes his head above the water again, blinking curiously. Childe tilts his head at Bennett and the other boy, then at you, letting out an inquisitive trill -Bennett jogs over to sit beside you, waving the other boy over and calling him “Razor”, and he sits as well, although more poised to jump and run if needed. You can feel Childe relax as he deems the two newcomers to not be a threat, and he returns to his spot on your lap with a happy purr -Regrettably you have to nudge him off yourself this time, doing your best to ignore the whine he lets out and digging around in your bag before fishing out a bottle of medication- very special medication that you’ve only just managed to find and acquire -Childe sniffs it gingerly- Razor does too, leaning across Bennett to smell the medicine before drawing back with a crinkled nose- and you kick off your shoes and jump into the pool, landing on a rock that puts you in water about waist-deep -While Childe’s injuries have been healing, they’re now scabbed and dry, and the medicine urges for the applied area to be as clean as possible. So you pick up a rag you stowed away and start wiping at the edges of the wounds, using the crystal-clear water to scrub them clean -You don’t want to reopen any cuts, so you just rinse any dust and blood that might’ve dried around them, and Childe chitters in delight while rumbling loud enough to make the pool ripple -Bennett helpfully hands you items from your bag you request, watching you tend to Childe with a determined look on his face- he’s drinking up the information he’s getting for injury repair, of which he has many -At one point there’s a screech outside and all of you freeze except Razor, who runs to see what it was. He reports back that it was just a shorebird, and you all sigh in relief as he plops back down next to Bennett -As the two boys immerse themselves in conversation you continue to clean Childe’s wounds, but he’s so content and blissful that he nudges his face into your hands, tail smacking the water happily when you cradle his cheeks and gently run the cloth into the grooves of his mask -You prop his head up on your shoulder when you move to cleaning his fins, swiping the silt off the sparkling, veil-like structures, and trying to ignore the audible “Awww!!” that comes from Bennett when Childe wraps his arms around your waist -Your meticulous work means it takes quite a long time, and soon Bennett is stretching his arms and saying that he and Razor need to return to their respective homes -You wave them goodbye before returning to your task, wiping the last of Childe’s fins clean before rubbing your thumb over his cheek to tell him you’re done -But he simply purrs, sleepily, and nuzzles into your palm, arms curling further around your waist like he’s asking you to stay -You sigh, making yourself comfortable in the water before reaching for the medicine on the shore. Childe lets out a happy huff- you’ve never stayed this long before!!- and buries his face in your neck, drifting off to the sound of ocean waves and your gentle, soothing hums in the moonlit water

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Prompt idea: Geralt gets a contract for a monster that has been sighted nearby. When he tracks it down, he is surprised to find mothman!Jaskier who (much like actual mothman) has an ass that won’t quit.

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I just want you to know that Mothskier now lives in my head rent free 24/7. I love him. I would die for him. This is my new favorite emotional support au.

2k-ish words - please feel free to shove comments through the bars of my enclosure, I would really like that

art by the ever-wonderful @mawbwehownets, whose drawing of Mothskier made me legit cry.

tw: mild injury, brief blood mention, strangers to lovers

---

“So what you’re saying,” Geralt raises an eyebrow slowly, curious, “Is that you need me to catch a monster that’s half man and half moth?”

“Yup.”

“Alright,” Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. The frustrated Witcher takes a slow breath to calm and center himself, before he ends up botching the entire contract-writing process. Humans tend to grow attached to the strangest monsters sometimes, and apparently this mysterious local being was no different. “Let me get this totally straight, so there are no mistakes or misunderstandings. You want me to capture this man-moth and get it out of your woods, but you don’t want me to kill it?”

“He’s called the Mothman, and he’s pretty damn stubborn about sticking around,” the aging farmer corrects Geralt with a little frown. Then his expression shifts and he smiles in a way that seems almost apologetic. “We were hoping you could find a way to relocate him without hurting or killing him, Master Witcher.”

“That’s completely possible, if he isn’t attached to this specific patch trees by any magical or biological means. You said his natural habitat is just… the forest?”

“As long as there's an abundance of pine around he seems pretty happy. Before he came to live with us, Mothman lived in a heavily forested area up the coast; or at least that’s what the historical records and local mythology seem to indicate.”

“That’s actually pretty helpful information to have on hand, I’m impressed,” Geralt nods. “Alright, Mr. Stevens. I promise to relocate the poor thing without killing or maiming him, and I’ll be sure to take him somewhere far enough away that your crops won’t be in danger. Thanks for calling me first instead of just going straight to an extermination service.”

“Honestly, Master Witcher,” the farmer sighs and readjusts his dirty baseball hat, “If it weren’t for the mischief he’s been getting into lately, we would have let him stick around until spring. I hate to admit it to a man as strong and stern-faced as yourself, but the poor creature is almost… adorable at times.”

“Well that’s a first,” Geralt chuckles, honestly amused by the situation he’s found himself in. “A monster being referred to as ‘adorable’ rather than ‘terrifying’. I’ve never heard such a thing in my many years of life.”

“Then you’d better prepare yourself, Sir Geralt. He’s got a pair of big blue puppy-dog eyes that’ll knock you on your ass if you aren’t careful. And that’s coming from a man who raised three daughters with dimples.”

“Hmm. Fuck.”

---

Geralt knows enough about moths to come up with a plan he thinks will work.

Before he heads into the woods to find and capture the poor wandering creature, the Witcher takes a detour through the lighting section of the nearest Lowe’s.

---

Unfortunately for Geralt, the farmer was right about the power of Mothman’s puppy dog eyes, which are big and blue and begin to water as soon as the Witcher’s net knocks him to the ground. The creature lies in a whimpering tangle of limbs beneath the heavy, magically enhanced restraints. Geralt takes an opportunity to look at what the locals called "a cryptid".

Mothman has a long, lithe body that's covered in a light layer of grey-brown fur, but his hair resembles that of a human’s, falling over those enormous blue eyes in a lovely chestnut fringe. When Mothman sees the swords on Geralt’s back he cries out in panicked recognition and tries to pull his arms up far enough to shield his face. The lamp Geralt used to lure him into the clearing is still bathing him in a pool of yellow light; it’s almost pretty for a monster, Geralt notes.

As the Witcher takes a step forward, the cryptid squeaks and buries his face against his own shoulder. His entire frame is trembling.

“Hey there, shhhhh,” the Witcher murmurs quietly. He drops into a squat and holds both hands up to show Mothman that they’re weapon free. Tears are now falling freely down the creature’s surprisingly human face; whoever or whatever this is, they are likely some kind of Fae. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to get you back through the veil.”

“Liar,” Mothman huffs. His voice has a surprisingly musical quality to it and Geralt is now sure of his Fae parentage (or grand-parentage).

“I promise I’m not lying,” Geralt reassures him, slowly crawling forward. When he reaches for the nearest corner of the net, he feels all of Mothman’s muscles go tense. “I’m going to lift this up and I am going to restrain you, but I swear that I’m not going to kill you. I wish to cause as little distress as possible. Is that alright, Mothman?”

The creature hisses and yanks his foot back away from where Geralt’s hand had nearly touched it. “Jaskier.”

“Hmm?” Geralt glances up, raising an eyebrow.

“My name is Jaskier,” the Fae repeats, glaring up from between the sections of woven rope that make up the heavy net. “Not Mothman.”

“My apologies, Jaskier,” Geralt bows his head. He words his introduction carefully, in case this thing can manipulate his name like others of his kind: “You may refer to me as Geralt.”

“That’s your real name,” Jaskier states. The Witcher’s head snaps up.

“How did you know?”

“Hmm,” Jaskier sticks his tongue out as he mimics the sound Geralt made earlier. “Not telli-AH! Stop! Oh go- gods, stop! Please!”

Geralt drops the short section of rope he’s trying untangle from around Jaskier’s ankle and snaps his eyes upwards, already searching for damage. “What’s wrong!?”

“My wing!” Jaskier bawls. His scent spikes out through the clearing, sharp with panic and pain. The creature’s chest begins to shake more violently than before, his shoulders shuddering with the rising force of his sobs, “It’s t-t-torn! Oh gods, my wing! Sir Witcher, p-please!”

Geralt freezes, his gaze settling on the torn section of Jaskier’s large, furry wing. It’s a nasty wound near one of the joints, a faint trickle of barely-luminescent blood has already dried around the edges. Jaskier tries to flutter it a little and screams in agony when the muscles shift too suddenly, shrilly enough that Geralt needs to cover his hypersensitive ears. The Witcher's heart crashes down into his boots; based on the way the shivering Fae has gone pale and silent, the pain is too much for him to process. He’s gone into shock.

A torn wing is exactly the kind of thing Geralt had promised the farmer (and the collective of townspeople he represented) wouldn’t happen to the peaceful moth creature if they hired a Witcher instead of an exterminator. He sighs and gives the strange being another once-over. “Everything's alright, Jaskier. You’re going to be alright. I’m so, so sorry that you've been wounded. We’ll get you out of this net and get you something for the pain, but it’s going to hurt a little to untangle you. Stay still, don’t struggle, and it’ll be over soon.”

“J-Just kill me,” Jaskier pants. He’s continuing to hyperventilate and Geralt needs him to calm down before he passes out. The Fae reaches a hand for the dagger at Geralt's waist and the Witcher twists out of reach with a frown. Jaskier sobs again, fingers still seeking, “I might n-n-never fly a-again so just k-kill me!”

“Breathe with me, Jaskier,” the Witcher instructs, forgoing patience and cutting through the net with that same dagger. He scoops Jaskier up into his arms, ignoring the keening sound at the back of Jaskier’s throat when his wing is jostled, and rushes the Fae to his truck, tucking him into the passenger’s seat and wrapping him in a large, fluffy blanket. “I’m taking you to my friend. She’s an expert at healing magical creatures and I'm certain that she'll get your wing fixed in no time.”

Jaskier doesn’t give an answer. When Geralt looks up into the creature’s face again, the injured Fae has already passed out.

---

Jaskier moves with all the grace of a newborn foal as he explores the room Geralt has provided for him. His wing has been inspected, treated, and bandaged by a rather scary sorceress named Yennefer, who glared at the Witcher the entire time she was caring for him. She had also taken one of Geralt’s old t-shirts and cut an enormous hole in the back for Jaskier’s wings to fit through. The shirt’s bottom hem falls to the middle of his thighs and the thick black material is softer than anything he’d ever felt before.

He hears a knock on the door and calls out, “It’s open!”

Geralt enters slowly, bearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a mug of tea. “I brought you some last minute supplies and - uh… I brought you some tea. Yen always likes some before she goes to sleep and I figured since this was a new place and new places can be scary that I should-”

“Thank you,” Jaskier interrupts, smiling shyly. His antennae twitch happily as he takes the offerings from Geralt's hands and the Witcher watches them with wide eyes. Jaskier carefully sets the pajamas and the tea on the nightstand before turning back to look at Geralt. “I will… see you tomorrow?”

Geralt gives one sharp nod. “Hmm.”

“Goodnight,” Jaskier sing-songs, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Geralt exits.

From the other side of the closed door, Jaskier’s superior hearing picks up the Witcher’s final whisper: “Goodnight, Jaskier. I will always be sorry for causing you pain.”

The next morning he meets Geralt at the breakfast table, refreshed and ready to learn about the human world. He’s summoned a glamour in order to hide his more Moth-like traits, the only things that remain of his true nature are his wings and antennae; his fur is gone and he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and that same old shirt. The Witcher offers him a bowl of fruit and mug of something sweet-smelling. Jaskier glares into the mug with a slight pout to his lips before finally asking, “What is this?”

“Hot chocolate.”

Jaskier takes a sip and his antennae flutter, twitching happily as he swallows the best drink he’s ever had in his long life. He eats a strawberry from the bowl and slowly works his way through the hot chocolate, eyeing Geralt warily as the Witcher moves through the familiar kitchen to make his own breakfast.

“Where is Yennefer?”

“She went home,” Geralt shrugs.

“She isn’t your mate?”

“N-No,” Geralt sputters, turning to stare at the nervous young Fae. “Why would you think that?”

“You smell like each other.”

“We spend a lot of time together,” Geralt shrugs again. “Good friends, that’s all.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier mimics his host for a second time. Rather effectively by the annoyed twitch at the corner of Geralt’s mouth. “Just wondering.”

“Anything else you’re curious about?”

“Why don’t you have more lights?”

“Huh?”

“Lights,” Jaskier gestures around the minimalistic layout of Geralt’s open-concept kitchen/living room and its distinctive lack of lamps. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans forward against the dark marble countertop. The pout has gone from 'slight' to 'full-bore' and Geralt is clinging desperately to his braincell with how cute it looks. “It’s no fun.”

“You really like lamps, don’t you?” the Witcher replies, mouth dry. Jaskier huffs and takes another sip of his hot chocolate, antennae flickering back and forth in irritation. Geralt bites his lip to hide a smile; it’s too fucking cute, which is an odd thought for a Witcher to have.

“So what if I do enjoy a nice lamp or five in my living space?” Jaskier argues. "I'm a Moth of taste."

“No matter,” Geralt laughs quietly. “Finish your drink before it gets cold.”

---

Jaskier stays with Geralt for a few weeks while his wing heals, and for a creature whose sole interest seems to be fancy light fixtures, the Fae becomes a source of light in Geralt's own world. They go to a nonhuman friendly second-hand store to find Jaskier some more clothes and Geralt discovers the cryptid's love for oddly patterned shirts in bright colors. Jaskier chooses several to fill out his closet, as well as a sweater two-sizes too large in deep black (Geralt tries his best not to attach any meaning to this choice), a few pairs of pants, and a jean jacket that he declares, "Can be altered."

They watch movies together and make food together - Jaskier is always incredibly impressed by the way the automatic coffee maker works, and how easily Geralt can control the flames of the stove. Jaskier also follows the Witcher along on less dangerous hunts and helps bandage him up after worse ones, always there with a smile and a little kiss over the cleaned-up wound.

“It really is magic,” Jaskier always insists, lips pink and shining from licking them as he concentrates. "It makes you heal faster."

Geralt realizes one night - two weeks into Jaskier’s stay, as he leans against the doorframe and watches the strange creature’s even breathing - that he has gone and done the stupidest thing a Witcher can do: fall in love with a pretty, temperamental young Fae. Head over fuckin’ heels, actually.

So he makes a decision.

---

The next evening, after the dinner dishes have been cleaned and put away, Geralt herds Jaskier down the hall to the guest room. Those entrancing blue eyes blink up at him in obvious confusion. “Bedtime already?”

“No, not quite. I just- I made you… uh…”

“Do you have a surprise for me?” Jaskier asks, used to the Witcher's issues with verbalizing.

Geralt nods, relieved and thankful for the Fae’s steadfast understanding. “Do you want to cover your eyes or should I just open the door and show you?”

“I’ll close my eyes,” Jaskier smiles, covering his eyes with both hands. Geralt finds it adorable, as Jaskier always is, and allows himself a matching grin as he swings the door open. The ceiling light is off but Geralt has built a blanket fort at the center of the room and surrounded it with fairy lights of all colors and sizes. Inside the blanket fort is a mass of blankets and pillows; Jaskier has the odd habit of building nests - Geralt jokingly calls them cocoons - and sleeping in those on the floor instead of on the very comfortable mattress the Witcher has provided.

“Open them,” Geralt urges.

Jaskier pulls his hands away and Geralt watches as his pupils go huge and wide. Jaskier's face breaks out in the sunniest, most blindingly happy smile Geralt has ever seen. He turns and throws his arms around the Witcher, his wings fluttering behind him and his antennae twitching and flicking above his head. He tries desperately to speak but only manages a half-snuffled little “I’m-” before bursting into tears of joy.

Geralt just holds him, letting his arms fold carefully around Jaskier’s waist, just beneath his wings.

"I just wanted you to know that, if you wanted to stay, there would be room for you. Your room, if you want it."

"I do," Jaskier smiles, burying his face in the Witcher's neck. "I'd love to stay. I'd love nothing more than to spend my days going on adventures with you."

"Well then," Geralt gathers all of his courage and presses a soft kiss to the crown of Jaskier's head. He's met with happy spasms from the antennae so he does it again. And again. Moving from the top of the Fae's head to his cheeks and then his mouth - pretty and pink and pouting and so worth the trouble. "I suppose we can get started on our next adventure tomorrow."

[mangoofthesea]

I was tagged by @abstract-moth to post 10 songs I’ve been obsessed with lately. In no particular order. Thank you so much I was thinking how I haven't done a tag game in ages so this was very fun to think about (you have excellent choice in songs btw I love loads of the ones you mentioned)

1. EXPIRED by jenny nuo

I honestly love this song since I heard it, it has this angry vibe about being tired of a town you moved to where you don't belong and never have and looking forward to moving away which is me this year while I wait for the autumn and its incredibly cathartic. "i think this town has expired on me" "school is just a building where people come and go"

2. The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

I love songs like this that are kind of different and fun and its based on a villain from bnha, Toga, and it just makes me feel cool and evil lol

3. Funkle Phil by Bear Ghost

I heard the beginning of this song on an animatic by an artist i love (Yamz Animatics on youtube go check them out i love their videos) and the vibes oh my gosh i listened to it on repeat for a couple days the other week and has a very hype vibe and excellent electric guitar and drums which i adore. classically rock/punky. "gonna blast off, oh oh ah, and rocking til the day we die"

4. To The Bone by JT Music

Another one like red means i love you that's about the game undertale sung by the two main skeleton characters Sans and Papyrus. I never played undertale but I heard about it from friends. This is the song with the lyrics "I am the mastermind he's my accomplice, you're only still alive because I made a promise" - I heard it the first time on a hq tiktok and something about it just had me obsessed. It was my spotify top song last year and I still like it. (84 plays in 2021)

5. B.O.M.B by emlyn

The chorus is 'I'm back on my bullshit' and about reclaiming your Energy and getting over a breakup. I'm not getting over a breakup but I like the energy of Getting Back Up Again.

6. Made for This by City Wolf

Such a vibe oh man. Another get back up kind of song that always makes me want to bear my teeth and grin. I heard it the first time on a Zuko music video that was overlaid with his words about fighting to survive. "you're stronger now can't hold you down, you were never born to quit, keep on throwing rocks and fists, you gotta stand up, you were made for this" "stand tall head first into danger".

7. Between My Teeth by Orla Garden

First song I found that properly conveyed my feelings towards relationships and my last relationship where I knew I would hurt them if we stayed together cos I didn't want a relationship. "you need me I don't need you" "please don't lean on me cos I don't want your heart between my teeth" "I can't take the pressure of it I can barely breathe" "You deserve someone else".

8. Bored by Tessa Violet

Slightly self explanatory "its 4am again, you'd think that I could sense a trend. I'm staying up too late just so that I can stay awake". Also its a bop and I love it.

9. Merry Go Round by MAN WITH A MISSION

It's the theme of bnha season 5 part 2. I really really love it. Feels like a song about a fight and hypes me up especially when I listen to it while writing.

10. Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

I heard this first on a beautiful bnha animatic for a fantasy/pirate au and I don't know what it is about it but it makes me want to cry and dance at the same time. Very folky and soft and hopeful then finishes in a brilliant faster fiddle section that sounds like you would dance to around a fire in a field with the biggest smile.

this all made me realise I only pay attention to around 30% of the lyrics in most songs I love lol. Honorable mention to Surface Pressure from Encanto too just cos I love it.

Tagging @apparently-a-robot @r0ckyr04d @ihavenomoralsss @ash-and-starlight and @that-was-anticlimactic but no pressure of any kind do it if you want and if not have a lovely day

[jilliancares]

I’ve read all of your klance fics (😭) have you got any recommendations?

honestly read anything by @hiuythn​ (here on ao3), @noussommeslessquelettes​ (here on ao3), @melancholymango​ (here on ao3), @wittyy-name​ (here on ao3), @apvrrish​ (aknightley on ao3), @katranga​ (here on ao3), @thisgirlhastales (mytay on ao3), @speakswords (speaks on ao3), @starlightments (starlightment on ao3), 

ANYWAY here are some of my fav fics by these guys! i honestly love everything of theirs so what i recommend is just to get you hooked if you’re not already. after that, you should do yourself a favor and just go and read all their fics lmao. have fun!!

- hiuythn wrote there, nestled against his pulse and its incredible sequel, which you’ve probably already read (here and here), but if you haven’t, you’re really missing out. if you’re looking for something shorter, i highly recommend this adorable fluff: i killed sendak for this. anyway hiuythn’s writing is something i’m obsessed with just. the way they word things, and their characterization, and even the way they format their stories it’s just,,, every time they post a fic i’m like HELLO GREAT DAY

- noussommeslessquelettes wrote one of my favorite series ever. what first got me hooked on them was this series and the absolute Feels™ it gave me and just their unique writing style. it’s 55k all together and it’s a high school au and idk it just makes me feel so at home for some reason. god i fucking love this one aspect of the series where keith has to change a tire,,, YOU’LL SEE!!! they have a bunch of other fics too!! oneshots and chaptered fics! make sure you check ‘em all out they’re all incredible

- melancholymango has a BUNCH of fics. they’ve been posting a lot lately bc of commissions and their smut is *chefs kiss* i’m always a slut for any creature/monster au they write, so some of my favs to just dive into: from a dragon’s breath, where lance tries to sacrifice himself to the dragons near his village, my, what sharp teeth you have, which is a werewolf!keith/little red riding hood!lance fic, would you be so kind? asdkjf canon fwb!!, beast of burden okay. this fic. FUCK. it’s another werewolf!keith fic and,,, read the tags but Hello at that fic omg. anyway kali has fics ranging from like 8k - 100k+ so just go have fun

- wittyy wrote a lot of fics that are super popular in the fandom that i’m sure you’ll recognize!! shut up and dance with me and moth and flame and the mirror fics shadow of the future (by wittyy) / ghost of the past (by zizanni). but!!! they also have awesome fics that you might not have read yet, including from what i’ve tasted of desire (alpha/alpha shifter dragon fic) and a touch of magic which is vampire!lance witch!keith and i’m actually in love with it

- aknightley also has a bunch of big fics in the fandom. they wrote this one fic that i’ve read so many times ajsdlkf it’s fit the crown to my head. that story’s like a legit Novel i’m obsessed with it. also can you tell me is so good my guy, like,,, if you haven’t read it yet you better get to it. you’ve probably read a bunch of their fics already, idk if they have even a single fic with less than 1000 kudos, but make sure you scroll through their page and check out all their fics if you haven’t already

- katranga has it might not be that bad which i’m obsessed with ohh my god. basically keith mistakes jealousy for ~other feelings~. also audience of one and its awesome sequel. it’s where lance is captured by the galra and keith is there, having been raised with them (and the sequel where it’s keith joining voltron). SO GOOD

- mytay has this series that i’m fucking obsessed with. it’s where keith and lance end up stranded on this planet and become kickass cowboy boyfriends. it’s so fun to read and the way the story is told is nonlinear and i LOVE that. they also have a ton of other fics that you’ll want to read i don’t make the rules

- speaks also has a bunch of popular awesome fics!! if you want to start with something short, read the amnesia game. this fic just really stuck in my memory, like the premise of it is so interesting and like nothing i’ve ever seen before, i’m obsessed with it. also terminal velocity is this insane, incredible angst that inspired me to write something angsty at one point, i can’t remember which fic it was though asdkfj. basically check out all their fics lmao

- starlightment wrote read all about it where keith’s a star highschool athlete and lance is a reporter for the newspaper!!! it’s so fun aldsfjk. also something blue which eheueheu fake relationship. that’s all i need to say. and they have a bunch of other fics too which you should read obvs

TL;DW these are some awesome writers and you should honestly just click on all their profiles and read through every one of their fics. i promise you’ll be entertained and also obsessed

[milf-harrington]

okay i know nothing about the witcher but you mentioned yennefer the other day so the witcher <3 and / or, if this counts and you want to, your ocs in that super powers au <3

OHOHOHOHOH COREEYYY Y ILOVE OYU

the witcher (netflix)

blorbo

jaskier my FUCKING beloved, i would die for him and he'd probably let me, but he'd write a dope song about it so honestly worth it

scrunkly

hmm either jaskier or roach,,, they are both so shaped,,

scrimblo bimblo

im gonna say yennefer, i fucking adore yennefer as terrifying as she is, but she is NOT well liked within the continent and also im not really In the witcher fandom but i dont see a lot of people giving her the appreciation she deserves and also i heard about how some witcher fans treat Anya Chalotra which is just :/// give my girl some LOVE man she's awesome

she knows what she wants and she goes for it, she spent too many years living under someones thumb she's not going to let that happen to herself again and i respect that

glup shitto

lambert, or triss

poor little meow meow

i actually really liked Queen Calanthe

horse plinko

jaskier or lambert

eeby deeby

stregabor

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do you mean like, faye and stuff?? hell yeah

blorbo

hmmmm... moth probably or clementine

scrunkly

clementine,,,

scrimblo bimblo

faye

glup shitto

faye or spencer

poor little meow meow

faye and moth

horse plinko

spencer

eeby deeby

whatever superhero just. dropped the fucking serum into their little puddle

[cereusblue]

How many Hollow Knight OCs do you have by now? Probably want to know more about them!

Oh sweet jesus. So here we go. That's a question. By the way, my Hollow Knight blog is @hallowcactus

Mayflies:

Hex and Vox (The twins, very soft. Hex is baby and Vox is salty)

Mox and Lin (Parents to the twins. Deceased in every AU.)

Lex (Lovely maroon lady who can kick some serious ass. Actually boxes in Modern AU. Climbed her way into society’s elite in GNM out of SPITE. Mel is her husband.)

Mel (Meek architect man. Scrawny as hell. Loves his wife. Do what is morally best.. always.)

Elder Yuu (Head of the Mayfly tribe. Salty old crone. Hates outsiders. but she’s a decent person somewhere under those wrinkles.)

Dragonflies:

Daze (Asshole extraordinaire and my most active character. Honestly, a spicy boi who just has a habit of making others swoon.)

Maylin (Daze's mother; absolute sweetheart but hell hath no fury like May. Powerful shaman, has direct ties to the goddess Nanu. Is the Queen of the Serpentfire dragonflies.)

Daz (Daze's father; soft spoken man with a hellish temper. Big man. Heavily armor plated, has two sets of antennas. One on his brows and another on his snooter.)

Niles (cousin to Daze. Plays guitar. Is like the awkward little sibling. He’s like a bard with no real charisma. Emulates what Daze was like as a teenager because he thought Daze was cool; Daze cringes at that but loves Niles anyway because he’s baby.)

Daze's aunt and uncle to be named

Tika (random golden colored guard who I love)

Marie (White dragonfly who runs the temple dungeon in GNM)

Damselflies:

Ysmay (the massive scary bitch. Daze is actually terrified of her. For good reason. She doesn’t use weapons because she doesn’t need it.)

Mantises:

Vernon (Devil's flower mantis and the new Lord of the Garden mantis tribe)

Armen (Ghost mantis Angy old fart who somehow got a redemption arc and it's @inkbarista fault)

Neferis (original Traitor Lord)

Zeus (Another large mantis who took over for the Traitor Lord)

Greta (med student/midwife/anxious)

Nana (Elder mantis woman. Everyone’s grandma. Midwife. Medical professional for the tribe, makes herbal remedies, teas, and is an excellent cook. Beware, she will squish your cheeks. She’s Vinny’s favorite lol)

Naloo (one bad ass bitch)

Rolan (Sweet awkward boy)

Lotus (a petra who Vinny;s character impromptu adopted)

Almond (Just another baby with a need for mischief. Adopted with Lotus)

A dragon mantis I have no idea what to do with yet but I will figure it out.

Soul Santum:

Shanen (soul master)

Moths:

Minerva (Big buff atlas moth Bimbo that's like everyone's favorite character lol)

Olivia (Council lady who helps run the moth tribe in GNM)

Ivan (Actual dickwad. One of them infuriating folks but doesn't do anything bad enough to get into real trouble but sometimes you wish he would just to put him behind bars.)

Minerva's parents that I have not named yet. Very conservative, stuck in their ways, hoity toity rich folks with unbelievably high expectations.

Spiders:

Sirenne (Siren Orchid crab spider)

Heart, Spade, Clover, and Diamond (Take a wild guess what these little bastards do? Peacock jumping spiders. Cause trouble for Hornet and run a casino.)

Rex (A jumping spider with anxiety in Modern AU and a failed assassin jackass in GNM)

Centipedes:

Chu'mana (centipede centaur massive lady, is Angy will bite. Pride is a personality. I have trouble drawing her lol. Adopted from Inkbarista)

Vessels:

Vala (b... Big- carries a massive cleaver like the one Death Sword uses in Zelda Twilight Princess. Adopted from Inkbarista.)

Mora (Blueberry baby.)

Chimeras:

Mara (Mix between Hallow, Trill, and Hex. Is their sweet little girl who grows up with Wisp. @inkbarista

Lotan (Silk/Daze's kid in Modern Au and GNM. ANGY. Will bite. Bites everything. Kin has lost 7 pairs of glasses to this little monster. He's deceivingly adorable.)

Misc:

Nanu (Axolotl jesus. Massive goddess to the Serpentfire tribe of dragonflies, gave them and the damselflies their draconic traits. Eight eyes. Cryptic as hell because lets be real, she’s a goddess and that just how it be sometimes. Literally gifts her teeth to the tribe and worthy visitors to use as climbing tools and weapons.)

Void parasite

Fluke but it's a glow worm

Phantom/Phaalgun (pronounced Full-gahn. He's a Megastick. Massive stick bug. Eerily cryptic. Very scary. Works in dealing death.)

Egon (Colossal beetle who's a bitch, runs a crime ring in the City of Tears in GNM)

Mala (Grounds keeper for the Greenpath memorial in GNM)

A random ass butterfly I have no real information about other than knowing she’s anxiety incarnate and exists

Pia (Pleotomus firefly. French?? Done with everyone's shit.)

Val/Valentine. (Velvet Ant boy. Flamboyant to the fucking max, ain't afraid to shank a bitch.)

I THINK I GOT EVERYONE. I THINK. According to @abhainn-leth That’s 49 (updated!) 54 characters and I’m inclined to believe them because I do not feel like counting. If I missed any, I will be sure to add them later. I have artwork for like, a quarter of these characters lol. But if you wanna ask about specific ones, I’ll be happy to oblige with pictures if I have them and some more information lol.

[ebottcatacombs]

Paranormaltale Skelebros

Okay! After hours of brainstorming, frustration, and rewriting, I’m finally done with my Paranormaltale skelebros! Some things have changed since I started the artwork for this project, so UT and SF Sans’ portraits aren’t accurate references for this AU.

These boys all live in or around the same spooky, historical town near the woods btw. I’m working on some reader insert one-shots for them. They are also officially on the list of characters you can request!

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Paranormaltale Sans – Known as Celo (pronounced like cello, the instrument.) They say he always sees you, but you can never see him. Sometimes mistaken for the hide-behind. He is the feeling of being watched, the shifting eyes of an old painting, the sense you’re being judged. Some say if you stare at the stars too long they’ll morph into his glowing eyes. He is the leader of the town cryptids.

Paranormaltale Papyrus –Known as Puck. He’s a trickster and an illusionist. It’s easy to find yourself in one of his mazes, but difficult to find your way out of one. Puck loves riddles, puzzles, and mimicking voices to confuse people. He’s not malicious, he just wants playmates. He’s also incredibly clever and can warp reality to an extent just through people’s belief. For example, if he convinces you a doorway is in front of you then, bam! There it is.

Paranormalfell Sans –Known as Mercury. Sometimes he’s mistaken for a gremlin since his presence tends to cause machines to malfunction. However, he can also summon storms, headaches, and that sudden intense urge to punch someone in the face for no reason. He’s a spirit of misfortune. If the metal-filled cracks on his body are anything to go by, he’s experienced a fair share of misfortune himself. Oddly enough, he’s rumored to bring good luck on occasion, but only to those deserving.

Paranormalfell Papyrus –Known as Stein. He’s the gargoyle that guards the library. People swear he changes position. People also swear he’s the cause of all the mysterious history books that aren’t in the library’s system and have no indication to who the author is. Not much is known about him other than those speculations. He has short horns and a tail, as well as wings made of magic membrane. The sun temporarily turns him to stone. He can learn the history of a place/person/object through touch.

Paranormalswap Sans –Known as Wisp. Wisp is… Well, he’s a mothman. Mothskeleton. He has reflective eyelights, smooth glowing membrane wings, and soft antenna. He has been mistaken many times for a UFO or alien. He’s a guide. He can see possible futures and give advice based off his visions, or he can be a physical guide and lead you back on path. He is kind, but very few meet him. He is also deceptively strong and a fast flyer, so don’t be fooled by his adorable appearance.

Paranormalswap Papyrus –Known as Piper. Also a moth, but he often has his wings tucked against his back. He can put people to sleep and give them dreams. He can also cause sleepwalking. People misunderstand who he is often. They call him the Pied Piper, the Bogeyman, the Sandman. Honestly, he just wants to protect the children around his town. If that means spiriting a few kids away to a safer place or plaguing a shitty parent with nightmares then hey, it be like that sometimes.

Paranormalswapfell Sans –Known as Reaper. He chose the nickname for himself. Like the grim reaper, he doesn’t actually choose when someone dies. His job is to make sure dead souls 1) understand that they are dead and 2) make it to the river to the afterlife. Once he gets them to the river Mystery Man helps them onto his boat and takes it from there. Reaper also punishes those who try to cheat death.

Paranormalswapfell Papyrus –Known as Hound. Reaper insisted he go by Hellhound, but that’s not the kind of vibe he wants to give off. Hound usually takes the form of a large dog, and in his skeleton form his jacket has fluffy ears and a tail. He can move through shadows, making him quick. His job is to protect graveyards and other resting sites from those who would disturb the dead. His shapeshifting abilities are top-notch, too, so he sometimes goes for walks through town. If you see a scruffy dude buying out the pastry shop, it’s probably him.

Paranormalhorror Sans –Known as Orion. A great hunter. No one knows much about him, and no one cares to. The most agreed upon rumor is that he goes after hunters who only hunt for sport and trophies. Some come back from trips to the woods bloody and mangled, babbling about a rotten smell and a skeleton with fangs. It’s argued that if he’s close you’ll lose your wits and only be left with the primal fear of a prey animal. Others say you’ll feel a bitter cold. It’s hard to say what the truth is since very few that meet him live to tell about it.

Paranormalhorror Papyrus –Known as Wirry. He has vines and brambles growing around his bones, and when the plants die it’s a whole event to remove them. He usually won’t sit still long enough for Orion to untangle them. He’s a gardener, an herbalist, and a cook. Rumor has it if you dare to approach the abandoned farm where he lives, he’ll make you a delicious meal. As in, he’ll make you into a delicious meal. Of course, that’s just a rumor. He hasn’t eaten human since the famine. He can bring decay to a garden or make it flourish. At sunrise he stands outside and looks over his field, causing many to mistake him for a scarecrow.

[ode-to-the-bugs]

Intrulogical ~ Human AU

"Don't get eyeshadow on my bed." Roman told, as Remus planted himself, face first, into the white sheets.

A drawn out groan - bordering on a growl - elicited from his obstructed mouth before he turned his head towards his brother and half-heartedly hid a dark smear beneath his palm.

Roman sighed, capping his mascara and checking his face in the mirror, before turning on his stool to the mess that insisted on invading his space.

They locked eyes; an uncharacteristic distress displayed within Remus'. The lack of a crude nickname or greeting was just another cause for concern.

An eyebrow raise and another pitiful groan from Remus later made certain that he wasn't going to leave soon.

"Okay, what's the deal? Why are you in here?" He relented.

Remus huffed before speaking,"I'm having emotions."

"And..?"

"And, I wanted to ask you a question."

Roman grimaced internally, fearing the direction of the conversation.

"Go ahead?"

"So..you know how you stole my bestfriend and domesticated him with your gross affection and whatever?"

"How did I steal- domesticated?!"

"Yeah, alright, whatever, I'm not done. So, what I mean is, you love him, right?"

Having said this, Remus sat up and crossed his legs, awaiting a response. In his brother's confused/shocked/thoughtful silence, he abducted a small, plushed lion from beside him and sat it on his knee, staring into its soulless glittery pink eyes. Feel lucky that you don't have these problems.

His eyes snapped up when Roman finally gave an answer, albeit a useless one, "I mean, yeah, I love him. I adore Janus more than anything."

"Gross. But, how did you know? Like, how does that feel?" He asked, carding his fingers through short, synthetic fur.

Something clicked in Roman's head and he couldn't resist a small smile.

"Why? Is Remus perhaps harbouring feelings or… dare I say, a crush?"

Another groan, as his head fell back into the wall, "can you just answer the question? What's it like? And spare me the 'stomach butterflies' and longing."

"I mean, alright, but you know how ~awful~ I am with words-"

Remus scoffed.

"-so, yeah, there is the butterflies, they are a thing. But, I don't know, there's this security and trust you find in this person and being with them; sometimes you don't even realise because you're just so comfortable with them. And, just this overwhelming happiness and warmth that makes you want to cry because you feel so special. And sometimes, you just- Are you okay?"

Remus seemed to be curling back into the wall more and more, his expression was downcast while his eyebrows furrowed in thought. Looking up at Roman's concern, he nodded and moved to leave.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." He mumbled, getting up and wiping the corner of his eye.

As he came close to passing, Roman reached out to him.

"Hey, you can talk to me you know. I think I can handle your weird emotions well enough: you don't have to leave" Roman explained, letting laughter potentially lighten the mood as it fell into his words.

"Ew-"

"No, I'm allowed to care about you. I made the righteous decision not to absorb you in the womb and you’ve been my problem ever since; we're brothers."

He shuffled awkwardly.

"..ew-"

"Sit back down."

With reluctance, he did as he was told, settling back down and finding a grip on the small lion once again.

"Now, I'm no Patton, but I know something's wrong," he started, "I assume you won’t tell me who it-"

"No. I’m trying to keep some things to myself.”

"Okay then. But, you like them?"

"I think so. It isn't anything like you said, though."

"Yeah?" Roman pushed him to continue while standing from his seat and stretching his back before moving to sit on the opposite side of the bed. He nestled into the pillows at his headboard and looked over to Remus at the opposite end, who was avoiding eye contact and watching his own bare toes curl and uncurl on top of the white fabric.

"It's not all happy and warm, it's confusing. He's confusing. Always using these big words and talking rings around me, letting me know that he's so much smarter than me-"

Remus paused, smiling his usual crooked smile as his hands circled in contemplation, trying to put his strange infatuation into words. Meanwhile, realisation was knocking at a door in Roman's mind, so obvious yet not quite loud enough.

“-but then sometimes, it’s like he’s the only person that’s genuinely interested in my mad ramblings. He’s no longer this valedictorian with his head above everyone else - just a dork: a friend.”

“Aw-“

“And I hate it. It makes my stomach hurt and my head warm. And I just want him to feel that hurt. I want to scrape my teeth down his neck and pull his hair: see if he feels like this too, see if he even feels anything..”

Remus looked confused again: confused and conflicted between ideas. Pale shades of flesh spread under the tanned skin of his knuckles as he gripped his sleeves tighter and tighter.

Soon, a small smile crept back to his face as he continued, “..and he’s got these eyes. He needs to hide them behind these stupid glasses but..they sparkle when he’s happy. Talking about space- he loves astronomy-

o- Pluto’s his favourite planet-

or when I ask about a book he’s reading- he’s a nerd..” he laughed to himself quietly, “they sparkle, Ro. I like it, I like it so much. I want to keep it myself, my sparkles. Like, I could gouge them out so only I could see them, but then he’d be sad.”

He fell into his own small fits of laughter, completely in his own head, under the eyes of his brother. Speaking of Roman, he sat, unmoving, watching in casual fear and astonishment. Sure, he’d grown used to Remus years ago, but, then again, Remus wasn’t someone that anybody could truly ‘get used to’,even in a lifetime. So, before he could try to wrap his mind around the words, he was speaking again.

“...and, I don’t scare him Ro. He doesn’t find me gross or..scary,” he trailed off, picking absentmindedly at the covers with band-aid littered fingers, ”he says I’m interesting. Oh! And he likes my bugs-“

He paused to hold up the resin-cast beetle he wore around his neck in a tiny jar; one of dozens.

“-he keeps some himself, he showed me pictures. He’s got this big tank of moths and he takes them out and just lets them crawl all over him. And they don’t even fly away...not that I blame them.”

Yeah, Roman had opened that door quite a while back now. Now, it hung open, absorbing new information and planning the perfect game of matchmaker for his brother.

“-he said that when any of them die, I can have them and make one of these-“ he lifted the necklace again, “and I-“

“Rem, can I stop you there?”

“What?”

“If this is so painful, why don’t you just tell him?”

He bit his lip and looked away, “I don’t know. It’s hard.”

He snickered quickly before falling quiet again.

“You can’t seriously be shy. You? Come on.” Roman joked, straightening the cuff of his jeans.

“I know. He just..gets to me.”

“Look, take it from me. Things are easier when you get it out in the open. Just tell Logan, I’m sure he can’t have much more experience in this than you.”

Remus' eyes widened and it didn’t take Roman very long to follow.

“I promise- ‘Twin Swear’- that I won’t tell him.”

Remus looked at him for a small moment before jumping up and rushing towards the door, discarding the plush more violently than he would have liked.

“Remus, come on. You’ve flirted with him so much, I’m honestly surprised I haven’t realised already.”

“But you didn’t know it might have been real then.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because you’ve broken promises before. I don’t want to lose him, Roman. I can put up with hurting.”

Stressed, he fled to his own room, and pushed aside the curtain, curling up on the windowsill.

[justalarryblog]

💮Thank You, Daddy by @recklessandbrave (10k) | Explicit

Harry’s hot, wet mouth is around him before Louis even has the chance to blink, and it feels so good, the icy sting of the frozen dessert disappearing as Harry’s soft tongue laps it up. After Harry swallows, he pulls off the head of Louis’ cock and then dips down to trail his tongue up the shaft, collecting the bits that dribbled down. “Yummy. Thank you, daddy.” He hums pleasantly.

Or the one where Louis gets an idea, and Harry wears panties

Part 2 of Pastel

💮Teacher Kinks by @Ecila (3k) | Explicit

AU in which Louis is Harry’s teacher, but he really doesn’t care. He fucks Harry and Harry enjoys it.

It’s graphic. Mainly just about their sex.

Part 6 of One-Shots

💮When I hear your cries, praying for life. (I will be there) by @brokenbeauty (5k) | Explicit

Well, I figured we needed Larry birthday sex, soooo….. ;))))

hop hop hop by orphan_account (3k) | Explicit

Suddenly, Harry’s slipping down his jeans, and Louis gasps as he’s met with a very unexpected but delicious sight. A mass of fur nestles between Harry’s cheeks, matching with the pink of the inner part of his bunny ears.

Or, the one in which Harry wears bunny ears and a bunny butt plug and Louis proceeds to fuck him.

💮St. Austin’s School for Boys by @domtommo, @winsomefreak (100k) | Explicit

St. Austin’s School for Boys is a correction school for young men that uses corporal punishment as their means of discipline. After one too many infractions, Harry Styles is sent there till graduation. Upon arriving Harry meets his dorm advisor who also happens to be the first year sex-education teacher and footie coach, Louis Tomlinson. Harry falls in absolute adoration for the teacher and is all too ready to drop down onto his knees for him. During his stay he learns some very interesting things about himself… Welcome to St. Austin’s School for Boys, where the hallways are filled with love, drama, and sex.

Part 1 of St. Austin’s School for Boys

💮Change My Mind by @larry_love13 (155k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis was a devout Christian family man with a wife and ten kids who lived a seemingly happy and idyllic life in Oklahoma. He always felt something was missing but he could never figure out what until he met Harry Styles, who made him question every single value he’d ever held dear, including his relationship to God AND his marriage. Harry, a devoutly religious young college student struggling with his own family and personal issues turned to Louis for guidance. They both end up learning a lot about themselves, each other, and their religion as they change a few minds-including their own-during their journey.

💮it’s kinda hot in here by @ballsdeepinjesus (3k) | Explicit

“Is that a moth on your stomach?”

or nerdy harry is hiding some stuff under his dorky clothes and louis fucks him in a locker room

💮jump in the deep end by @istajmaal (4k) | Explicit

Louis’s stomach lurches as he closes the last bit of distance, Harry’s nose settling between his arse cheeks and pushing them apart. Harry’s lips brush against the puckered skin around Louis’s hole in a kiss and Louis lets out a whine so high-pitched he barely recognizes it as coming from himself—what if I’m not clean enough, what if Harry hates it, what if Harry pushes me away—but then Harry’s long, wet tongue swoops in a circle around Louis’s rim and Louis feels like all the breath is knocked out of him. He grabs for Harry’s hand, still digging into his thigh, and squeezes over it, until Harry releases his vice grip on Louis’s thigh and laces his fingers through Louis’s.

or, Louis’s arse is a sensitive subject, so Harry approaches it gently. With his tongue.

💮I’ll Crash Until You Notice Me by @stylinsoncity (61k) | Mature

Louis sets off to Barbados to oversee the massive resort his family owns known as Sandy Hill. For years, he’s been looking for a change in the monotony of his life, seeking adventure and perhaps love too. What he doesn’t expect is the bright eyed boy who spills a milkshake on his shoes.

Cue the summer loving.

💮Bloodline by @banana_louis (177k) | Explicit

Louis doesn’t know how to feel when his best friend, Liam, finds out about a brother that he never knew, who was placed for adoption before he was born and is bursting into his life at twenty-four years old.

Louis is very wary of the man who might replace him. He has always thought of Liam as his own brother.

What if Liam doesn’t need him anymore? What if there’s no room for Louis? After all, blood runs thicker than water.

Louis doesn’t like Liam’s new brother and he doesn’t even know him. That’s irrelevant, though.

He doesn’t like him. He doesn’t trust him. He doesn’t want him hanging around. He doesn’t want anything to do with him.

That is, until he meets him.

💮The Arrangement by @daddyy_harryy, @HyFrLarry1224 (218k) | Mature

Louis knew it was his time. Once anyone turned 13, they were watched. And when they were 16 it could be any time. Anytime they could be taken. It was just weeks after his 16th birthday and there he was, sitting in the back of the van.

Or

Louis is forced to marry Harry and bear his children. He is to listen to Harry and do as he says, no matter what. Speaking is a given, and freedom doesn’t exist. Will the sixteen year old boy find himself falling in love with the Leader of the British Mafia? Or will he find himself stuck in a place he doesn’t want to be, with an abusive asshole for a husband?

💮Birds in Gilded Cages by @graveyardwitch (157k) | Mature

There is a hotel in London where beautiful young men and women are kept like birds in a gilded cage, prisoners bound to satisfy your deepest darkest desires….

After being kidnapped as a teenager, Harry Styles was forced into high-class prostitution by the evil Mr Cowell. Louis Tomlinson is heir to his father’s corporation, set to inherit millions…But engaged to a woman he doesn’t love and deeply unhappy. When they meet at a party sparks fly and they embark on a passionate and dangerous relationship…But can it ever be true love when one of you is being paid? And can Louis ever rescue Harry from The Bird Cage Hotel?

Warning-This story is about prostitution so there will be a LOT of sex. I do not own One Direction etc etc. I do ship Larry but I don’t care if it’s real or not, I just like reading and writing the fanfic.

💮TFP by @capriciouslouis (134k) | Not Rated

Harry has known for a while that he wants to have sex with Louis, and nothing says “tonight’s the night” like a nice cup of tea and copious amounts of flowers.

💮12 Hours by @1975sam (2k) | Explicit

If two people who hated/couldn’t stand each other got stuck together in an elevator for 12 hours, what would happen?

💮a cage for every ugly spirit by @sarcasticfluentry (15k) | Explicit

First-year uni student Harry gives up orgasms for Lent, featuring a cock cage and weekly prostate milkings on Sundays. Warning for religion kink. Written for the 1D Novena Ficathon.

💮A Million Years by @sunflowerstyles (3k) | Explicit

Louis always ends up feeling guilty that he’s not ready to give Harry what he wants. Harry shows him how much fun they can have while they wait together.

💮Can’t help but touch myself by @Tita (7k) | Explicit

“I asked what these were, love.” Harry gulps. “Panties,” he explains with heated cheeks, needing more than the light touches from Louis and getting nothing. “What did you get them for? Were they to impress someone else?” He asks, and Harry shakes his head fervently, stumbling over his words as he tries to get his tongue to cooperate. “No, no,” he emphasizes, arching his back to plaster himself to Louis. “For you, always for you, Daddy.”

💮Mark Me Up (My Skin’s Yours to Touch) by @eyesofshinigami​ (2k) | Explicit

They stumble into their bedroom and Louis’ is immediately pushed onto the bed, Harry scrambling after him. Shaky hands pull down his joggers right under his arse and Harry’s tongue circles around the still tender skin, never touching it directly. Despite the heat and desperation between them, Harry’s almost reverential in his touches. “‘s for me, Lou?” he slurs between passes of his tongue. “A place that only I can see?”

Or the one where Harry gets to appreciate Louis’ new tattoo.

💮Champagne by @fanshae (2k) | Explicit

“Look at how pretty you are,” Louis murmurs, Harry’s stockinged toes curling against the floor at the praise, “Give Daddy a twirl, baby.”

💮Give It Up To Me by @krisstylinson (8k) | Explicit

“You’re going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge,” he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

“And?” Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis’ arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. “What if I wanted you to?”

Or the cliché where Louis isn’t supposed to come but he does, and that can’t go unpunished in Harry’s eyes.

💮Gnossienne by @pukeandcry (11k) | Explicit

Louis sets a challenge for himself; it gets a bit out of hand.

💮Hold On To The Words You Spoke (Anchored Down In The Throat) by @justletmegohome (13k) | Explicit

“No, no. Louis, just stop. It’s not stupid, it’s never stupid. Believe it or not, I care. I care so much. Do you honestly think I’d still have my dick in your ass if I didn’t?”

Louis chuckles at that, but it’s sad, Harry notes it’s not right. “That will change when I tell you.”

“Never.” Harry kisses every bit of his face he can reach, he has no idea how that can help but he’s going to do it anyways.

“I don’t like the way I sound. ’S all,” Louis says in one breath, going coy as soon as he’s done speaking, his eyes casting downwards.

For a moment, Harry can’t believe his ears. Or the words Louis just said even if he can see them hanging in the air between them. Harry is not even sure if he listened He doesn’t want to believe them, maybe that’s why he’s having a hard time coming up with his own words.

*** Basically, Louis is loud. And then he isn’t. Harry ties him up to find out why. ***

💮I’m Tired Of Using Technology, I Need You Right In Front Of Me by @Phillipa19 (6k) | Explicit

Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.

OR- Louis is Harry’s sugardaddy who has gone away on business and Harry feels neglected. Louis is possessive and gets a camera installed in their bedroom so he can check up on Harry, so Harry decides to use the camera to his advantage.

💮Just One Night by @LovelyAnon (7k) | Explicit

Louis is upset and goes to a bar to drown his worries. Harry shows up. Sex ensues. What more is there to say?

💮just one step at a time by @hickeylou, @sowearegay (10k) | Explicit

Louis is insecure and Harry has trouble sometimes.

💮leave you drowning until you reach for my hand by orphan_account (16k) | Explicit

If Louis told him to do something that he really didn’t want to do, it would be different, but Louis’s never done that, never asked anything of Harry that he couldn’t handle. Except—except maybe this; to obey him without praise, reward, approval, or even mere acknowledgement.

💮let’s talk about making love by @istajmaal (25k) | Explicit

“That’s my name, baby, I’m Louis.” The voice on the phone inhales sharply, then says, “Gonna take my cock now, princess?”

Harry lets out a high-pitched mhmm and shudders as he pulls his fingers out of his hole, groping for the vibrator. “Nice to meet you,” he says, feeling a bit dizzy with how hard his untouched cock is.

Louis is just a simple phone sex line operator, but to Harry, he’s Daddy.

💮Push You Over The Edge (So I Can Pull You Back)by orphan_account (16k) | Explicit

It’s after a long two weeks of interviews and non-stop appearances that have got Harry stressed to the limit of yanking his hair out and throwing a fit and crying that Louis shows it to him, walks in the door with a sleek black bag in his left hand and inconspicuous brown one in his right.

💮Skipping Heartbeats by @1dfetusfics (3k) | Mature

Louis doesn’t talk much and for some reason he has a queasy feeling in his belly whenever he’s around boys now, especially around Harry.

💮Sweet Dreams by @dormant_bender (5k) | Explicit

When fantasies become reality.

💮Talk To Me, Baby by orphan_account (3k) | Explicit

Harry loves to talk and whisper little things to Louis during sex. Louis is pretty quiet, loves it, but just listens. But one day Harry really wants to hear Louis say some of the dirty things he loves Harry to do to him, so Harry really encourages Louis to talk to him during sex. Louis is self-conscious at first but then they really get into it and amazingness happens.

💮Thank the Hotel by orphan_account (4k) | Explicit

The hotel messed up the boys’ reservations for after their Red Nose Day performance, causing Louis and Harry to share a single bed hotel room. When Harry wakes up to Louis having a wet dream, he just can’t help himself. He’d have to remember to thank the hotel later.

💮To Be Loved To Be In Love by @Angel_Dust (129k) | Mature

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Or, where Harry thinks giving Money, expensive presents and luxuries proves how much you love someone, but Louis is about to turn his world upside down.

💮turn you on, make you radiate by @ballsdeepinjesus (15k)| Explicit

When he presses inside for the first time in weeks, he’s pretty sure he sees stars behind his eyes at the staggering sensation of Harry’s body squeezing every inch of him. When he bottoms out, he stays buried inside for a minute just to catch his bearings, listening as Harry takes sharp breaths beneath him. When he finally feels like he’s under control, he presses his lips against Harry’s ear and whispers, “Are you ready husband?“

Harry throws his head back and groans. “Call me your spouse.”

[…or, a self-indulgent snapshot of hl’s sex lives over the course of 10+ years]

💮Untitled sugardaddy fic by orphan_account (2k) | Explicit

Harry comes home from a long day at work and has his way with his baby. (That’s Louis.)

Or

The one with all the daddy kink sex and spanking. It’s pure pwp.

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Bunny Pranks

Prompt:   “Give me a minute, I’m going to tickle the shit out of you.” Requested by: @occasionally-writing - Here is number 6 of the grumpy starters. I hope that you’re okay with it being my modern AU, You’re My Muse!

Honestly, he only had himself to blame for this happening. It was him who started pranking the other man to get his, now, boyfriend’s attention when they first met. So it shouldn’t be a surprise when Lan Wangji does it to him. But it always is. It’s only natural to feel a little neglected when your boyfriend holds up in the at home studio for almost a week working. How many hours had he worked today? He doesn’t quite remember but does know that he came stumbling out two hours ago needing a nap that wasn’t on the couch in the studio. 

Their nice soft bed was calling him. He’d called out for his boyfriend but he didn’t get a response so he’d crawled into bed specifically on Lan Wangji’s side. His face pressed into the man’s pillow breathing in the sandalwood scent of his shampoo in the pillowcase. The moment he had closed his eyes he fell blissfully asleep. 

The feeling of something crawling and hopping on and around him woke him up. A small frown spread across his face as he opened his eyes to find, Bichen, their white bunny with the silver and light blue collar nuzzling his hand. The only one that truly likes him besides Wangji - which was probably the one loafing calmly on his back. He gave Bichen a gentle rub on his head before turning his head the other way to find Liebing with Zidian hopping around on his normal side of the bed. His gaze shifted seeing that it wasn’t just the main four but the other six was on the bed too. 

“I think our Lan Zhan is trying to say something A-Chen. Let’s go talk to him about it.” Wei Ying said cheerfully, rubbing it’s head and ears again before deciding to get up. He dislodged Wangji who jumped off him then off the bed towards the door. Wei Wuxian stretched feeling his bones crack and pop. He chuckled seeing the bunnies start to trail after Wangji. So he quickly got up to open the door before they all made it there. 

Opening the door, he could smell that Lan Wangji was cooking. Wei Wuxian grinned walking out into the hallway, watching the bunnies hop over themselves to get away. As he got closer to their kitchen he could hear the pop music being played. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. His eyes drifting from the reusable grocery bags that his boyfriend had yet to put up, to the man himself.

There at the island his most favorite person in the world had his back to him. Lan Wangji looked soft in the grey sweats and an oversized t-shirt under the blue kitchen apron. His shoulder length black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The knife scraping the cutting board let him know he was cutting something up. 

He stepped forward like a moth to a flame. Wei Wuxian has never been able to resist being near Lan Wangji in any state. 

“So you think you’re funny, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian teased as he walked into the room. A grin sliding across his face as he saw the other man’s ears start to tinge red before he rounded the island to face him. 

Hilarious. Lan Wangji signed after setting down his fruit knife. He’d been cutting up fruit and vegetables for a salad. One that Lan Wanji modified to add chicken and strawberries for him. Wei Wuxian licked his lips snatching a for a strawberry from the bowl of prewashed ones that his boyfriend hadn’t cut yet. 

“So, is there something that you want to say to me?”

Is there anything that you want to say to me? Lan Wangji signed after cleaning his hands of the orange juices on the rag on the island after putting them in a bowl. 

“Wanna play a game?” Wei Wuxian asked dropping his tone, bordering on sultry as he took a bite of the strawberry. 

Nope, now take those to the table. No eating, the soup that is already in there!  Lan Wangji gestured behind Wei Wuxian on the counter. His gaze diverted to focus pointedly at his hands. 

“I don’t believe you, Lan Zhan. I think you’ll have to convince me that there isn’t anymore bunny surprises waiting for me.” Wei Wuxian teased him again, making the other give him an unimpressed glare. He couldn't help but giggle grabbing the two plates distractedly “I think the best way would be to-” He paused as he brought the plates up towards his face realizing what was on them. One plate was filled with perfectly stacked cut apple slices in the shape of bunnies. The other one had carrot shaped croissants on it to go with the salad. 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he looked over to see those adorable ears and his cheeks dusting a rather lovely shade of red as Lan Wangji refused to look at him. He plopped the plates down, careful not to dislodge any of the food. The sound made Lan Wangji look up at him. A little wide eyed at the sudden sound of glass on concrete countertop.

“Baby, I’m going to need you to put down the knife.”

Why? Lan Wangji asked frowning as he signed.

“Because I don’t want you to have it in your hand while you give me a minute to tickle the shit out of you.” Wei Wuxian explained with a grin. Lan Wangji shook his head but dropped the knife regardless when he saw the gleam in Wei Wuxian’s eye.

Don’t. You. Dare. Lan Wangji gestured backing up before bolting into the living room. 

“Oh I dare, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian chuckled, rounding the counter after him. Lan Wangji was almost to the couch when he felt the brief softness of one of the bunnies against his bare foot, making him stop. Distracted, he forgot about his boyfriend until it was too late. Wei Wuxian grabbed hold of him pulling him along as he fell onto the couch. In his boyfriend’s arms, Lan Wangji tried to get away but those skillful fingers made their way beneath his apron and t-shirt digging into his ticklish left hip and just under the right rib. Lan Wangji couldn’t help but laugh while trying to wiggle away from him. Wei Wuxian tickled him even more when Lan Wangji tried to go for Wei Wuxian’s ticklish spot behind his knee. 

“That was fun, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian stated smugly as Lan Wangji panted, his back against Wei Wuxian’s chest. His beautiful pale skin flushed red from the exertion. He nuzzled, pressing a kiss to that warm cheek earning a swat on the hand. Before Wei Wuxian could say anything, his stomach growled loud. 

Let’s go eat. Lan Wangji signed, hands still a little shaky. 

“Then if you want, afterwards we can cuddle with the bunnies on the couch?” 

Bath first. Lan Wangji replied getting up.

“Hey! Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian called after him getting up to follow his boyfriend back into the kitchen for a delicious late lunch.

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AO3 Gabenath Fic Rec

I am Nathalie stan and human second so here’s a list of fics that are centred around her and her trash man. These links either have the original summary or my thoughts of the fic btw

Gabenath One-Shots (series) by Dragongirl180

30+ GabeNath (series) by SilverFliesInBlueSugar and orphan_account

The Beginning Of Goodbye (Series) by ReminiscentLullaby

Please people read these fics they’re great and the latest chapter literally made me cry oh my god.

Mayura (series) by Providentia67. 

Gabenath doesn’t happen but it does focus on Nathalie’s love for him. Mostly mother-son stuff between her and Adrien BUT it is angsty.

So the mess that we’ll become by amsves

Fake dating, Gabriel realised that people might figure out their identities since they disappear during attacks. So the only logical solution is to pretend that they are having a poorly hidden affair.

Throwing Up These Butterflies by MyMayura (BadWolfBeauty)

This is great pls read it, it will completely destroy your emotions. Basically the miraculous cure doesn’t work on Nathalie because of her broken miraculous and it leads to angst ;)

I can’t lose you by Beladonax

All the times Gabriel almost lost Nathalie and the one time he did. ((Currently being rewritten))

A Safe Place by Yuki_Frill

De-aging au. Originally started as an au on Instagram but the creator is now writing this fic. I think it’s going to be pretty lighthearted tbh.

Burnt to ashes (faded to grey) by archekoeln

everyone thinks hawkmoth and mayura are a Thing. Unfortunately, everyone also thinks hawkmoth is trying to get a thing with gabriel agreste’s assistant, nathalie sancoeur. No one is more affected than chat noir.

Consequences by orphan_account

Unplanned pregnancy one-shot. It’s angsty but it’s cute??

Beautiful by orphan_account

Basically, a model pulls out last minute and Gabriel asks Nathalie to model it but she’s insecure but the ending is pretty cute.

The Best/Worst/First Vacation the Agreste Family Has Ever Had by amsves

See, the thing is: Nathalie is very stressed. That's understandable, right? Her job is pretty crazy. So a vacation business trip to a vacation destination? That sounds like the perfect opportunity to relax.

Too bad relaxing is never relaxing when you're with the Agrestes. 

Protector by Yuki_Frill

I haven’t looked at this in a while so I can’t remember the plot exactly but I’m pretty sure it was the first sentimonster!nathalie fic ever written. I think this was written before season 3. It’s not Gabenath, but it is Nathalie focused with a sad ending I think?? I honestly can’t remember but I do know that it’s good.

Lean on me by amsves

Nathalie and Gabriel are at a function or something and Nathalie has a coughing fit. Loads of fluff. Jagged makes an appearance.

Shattered by krzed

Nathalie is being torn apart by bizarre dreams. Dreams of becoming a supervillain. Dreams of fighting Team Miraculous. She can't sleep, she can't focus, and she can't shake the feeling that these dreams might not be dreams. ((Winter Soldier!Mayura technically, Gabriel is a complete ass in this, hints of Mamanath))

A Friend In Need by spotsnclaws

Going through a divorce, Colette reaches out to her estranged best friend Nathalie Sancoeur for comfort, but finds Nathalie is struggling as well. ((It’s more of a character study for Nathalie but it’s nice))

Hysteria by Surly_Sour

Based on the ending of Reflekdoll, it’s just pure angst for Nathalie and I love it.

The Disastrous Doppelgänger Debacle by Remasa

After refusing to pack anything but his signature suits, the heat of the French Riviera forces Gabriel Agreste to don some... unusual attire. One long string of mistaken identities later, Gabriel realizes he probably should have just kept the suit on. ((It’s a Gabriel centred crackfic and it’s fucking hilarious. There’s no gabenath but Nathalie does nearly kill him at the start))

One Last Time by Wordseeker

With the very last plan he had in mind, Hawk Moth was about to set his grand scheme in motion. Too bad it carried a goodbye to the journey he shared with Mayura. ((This fic is short but it makes me really emotional. It’s great))

Wingman by GalahadWilder

Hawkmoth's Akuma have been acting strange lately--every single one has been an obsessive LadyNoir shipper, much to Chat's horrific embarrassment. Ladybug hasn't noticed, but Chat can't quite get over the fact that Hawkmoth seems to have redirected his supervillain antics to setting him up with the girl of his dreams.

Absence (makes the heart grow fonder) by amsves

Nathalie takes a week off work due to the effects of the miraculous and Gabriel Can’t Handle It, so he makes her move in. This is cute and Gabriel sort of realises his feelings for her.

Let Me Help You (a powerful protection) by milknut

The line between Nathalie and Mayura is surprisingly blurred.

We Match by Poppicock

When Chat Noir gets a red streak in her hair, Gabriel discovers who his superhero partner (and girlfriend) really is. ((The link isn’t working. Gabenath Teen AU. Chat!Nathalie and Ladybug!Gabriel))

Five times Nathalie Sancoeur was almost Akumatized + the one time she was  by Ragingstillness

Ugh I adore this fic and I just love the take the creator took with Nathalie and how they characterised her.

Panthère by phoenixyfriend

The Adventures of Nathalie Sancoeur, Overworked Babysitter of Tiny Parisian Heroes.

Nathalie became the holder of the cat miraculous after Adrien injured himself. She was not happy with the situation, but she'd deal.

Also check out SilverFliesInBlueSugar and Poppicock cause they have loads of great fics that I completely love!