#in case you get hungry :3c

[heresylog]

If this has already been asked, then I apologise, but would a Catholic vampire theoretically be able to live off of the Eucharist? Since the bread and wine becomes the literal body and blood of Christ? I'm in a Halloween Catholic mood.

I don’t know if vampires can have gluten but yes! I would recommend to any male vampires out there to become a priest so that you can have communion thrice in one day.

[evilminji]

Okay this is going to drive me INSANE. D:>

Dearly beloved, Phandom darlings...

Can DANNY EAT VIDEO GAME/TV FOOD?

I... I NEED to know. You don't UNDERSTAND!? Think about it. No, seriously. THINK about all those HIGHLY unrealistic, too good to be true, PERFECT looking meals. Animated shows n games etc where there are chefs who will "cook for Anybody!"

Now think about being 14 going 20. A teenager. A broke college student. Your fridge is empty and everything you touch? Comes back to LIFE. You're... you're just so hungry. Tired. Your bruises have bruises and you have a paper due tomorrow.

I kinda want to CRY.

Can only eat cup ramen so many times before you DO.

And this show? That commercial? Yonder cooking game?? Well... they did a REAL good job animating it. It looks so WARM. So FILLING and COMFORTING. You can practically SMELL it.

You look down at your sad, soggy, cheap but you can afford it, EZ Noodles and? Feel something BREAK inside. You... you KNOW you can travel inside technology. KNOW this. Have done it before. Why... why AREN'T you? You can't keep living like this.

You gotta TRY, right?

I? Wanna believe it TOTALLY works?? Because Ectoplasm is weird like that? And just shrugs? Says "actual food, the concept of food backed by electricity, what's the difference? Sure, we can fuck with this"? And so Danny? IMMEDIATELY fucking switches his diet.

Like? Dead stop screech, slam on the breaks, u-turn to take that last off-ramp. Type IMMEDIATE.

Grocery bill? No, no, you mistake him! No. NOW it's his "carefully researched for their cooking, games and shows" bill. Touch his collection and he'll FUCKING BITE.

They got sticky notes on the cases. Menus n lil fold out "grocery store" locations. He punched a dragon for this fruit. Mmmmm, home cooked meeeeeals~

Just? Weird Foodie Danny. Yes he DOES know what those steaks taste like. While YOU fuckers were staring at the cat girls bizangas, HE was eating granny cat lady's home made meatball stew! Ha! YOU FOOLS!

More then that? I want him to write reviews. Like "yeah, fight system was OKAY but- *5 hour glowing rant about the food, sounding like a food critic who'd actually fucking gone and loved it* " and people are like?? Who? Is this funky lil madman? This is hilarious?

I want it to be DPxDC JUST? So everyone slowly starts to play the game "Meta or Shtick?" Because no one REALLY knows who he is. This dude gets POPULAR though. For some reason can't be hacked (shame on you guys! Way to try and ruin the FUN!). And like? Eventually? Someone just fucking ASKS?

And Danny is like... " wouldn't YOU like to know, weatherboy?"

So everyone is like:

"Meta."

But hey... since they're already ASSUMING~? >:3c WHOOOOO wants to help him PAY RENT~? Let's VLOG this fucker! Wooooo! Say "hi" Catchef! *feline noises* like? It's like a let's play combined with a mukbang.

Teen Heros everywhere are FACINATED. Game developers are suddenly like? "If there's food. You BETTER make it look amazing. We want that weird YouTube twink to... whatever his powers are, our game! Free viral marketing!" Food channels? Rending their clothes, on their KNEES, please! PLEASE! Just ANSWER OUR EMAIL! Just ONE SHOW! A one off! Guest appearance!

We have MONEY!!!

All while Danny? Is finally happy with his life. Weird as hell. Harrasing the world. Good food on the regular. Gets to travel, kinda. Best of all? He's raising money from it! Can help people! Now... who wants salad?

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @hypewinter @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @dcxdpdabbles @the-witchhunter @lolottes

[charmwasjess]

9 Fandom Folks to Get to Know Better

Tagged by the wonderful unconquerable @rochenn - thanks buddy! :D

3 Ships I Like: The symmetry here disallows me from any answer than Sifo-Dyas/Dooku, Dooku/Jocasta Nu, and Jocasta Nu/Dooku/Sifo-Dyas, but I promise I contain multitudes. (I’m also getting into Codywan these days.)

First Ship Ever: oh god lolol well if we’re really talking first-first, I had impure thoughts about David and Jonathan from the motherfucking Bible, I am a case study for yaoi as early gender fantasy

I think the first fic I ever wrote that I labeled as a "ship" was actually Dooku/Makashi lol. 

Last Song You Heard:  Ariadnón messed me up reminding me of the existence of Tom McRae and now I just drift around my house whisper-singing “I can still see the ground…” 

Favorite Childhood Book: Redwall by Brian Jacques was that book that I was young enough to remember it being read out loud to me, but also being at the age where I would be put to bed, get back up, and go read the next chapter by the light of my younger brother’s nightlight. I guess I love warrior monks from way back. It’s probably why I’m so compulsive about describing food in my stories. 

Currently Reading: Elizabeth Varon’s excellent new Longstreet biography + Private Rites by Julia Armfield, fun queer retelling of King Lear 

Currently Watching: I know this sounds way too on brand, but I actually just finished a rewatch of the OT Star Wars trilogy and now I’m thinking of doing the rest. Like the sequel trilogy I’ve not watched since they came out in theaters, even though I’m one of those sickos who fucking LOVED the Last Jedi. 

Currently Consuming: coffee, this fancy roast called “dark as dark” to celebrate the "snow day" (3C and raining)

Currently Craving: I went to a big party last night and there was so much going on and so many people to talk to that I pulled the “three bites of this cheese-based potluck item is totally dinner” move so I’m currently the style of hungry where I just picture various foods and think “wow. oh geez. oh! whoa.” In particular, empanadas from the little shop downtown - I’m gonna run down there and pick some up after this.

And I would like to no pressure tag: @purple-ant @reconstructwriter @astranite @dapurinthos @bolithesenate @calcedon79 @just-a-repa @whitejays-galaxy @stellanslashgeode

[mr-stottlemonk]

1-7, 14-21 and 28-35

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gonna combine all of these, dears!

1. Who is the better cook?

Leland. Sometimes, Adrian doesn't quite manage to get the food ready on time. he doesn't like some spices and if he does like some, he only adds those lol. if one side is slightly burnt they'll go hungry xD.

2. Who gets up to cook at 2am?

Maybe Adrian?? maybe meal prep 🤔. Leland wouldn't wake up cook at 2am even if you held him at gunpoint lol.

3. Are they into PDA? Who initiates most?

Not particularly into PDA but they don't avoid it. I think they both have times where they initiate it but most likely Leland who initiates it. Adrian never stops blushing whenever he holds his hand in public and kisses his cheek grateful years later.

4. Their favorite show to watch together?

@s-misaki said cooking shows! and i went :0 gasp, agreed. Hell's Kitchen to be specific (it started airing in 2005). plus, i think Leland would love it and then Adrian would get drawn into it.

They could also watch Deal or No Deal + Who wants to Be A Billionaire :D. I think Adrian would love those shows.

5. Who is the cheesier one of the two?

Leland. He is so cheesy. But Adrian is cheesy too. All those cheesy apology cards, birthday cards, valentine cards 😭😭💕.

6. Who is always, always running late?

Leland. Comes with the job. He hates when he is cause he knows Adrian gets all nervous and likes people to be punctual. he makes up for it, though.

7. Who's clumsier?

Adrian. It's the anxiety 😔✊️.

14. Who falls asleep during a movie?

Both of them xD. i don't think they watch movies together very often cause they're tired. and when they do, they're so comfortable they fall asleep against the other.

15. Who's the first to cry during movies that don't seem sad?

Adrian. He can find the smallest thing and make it absolutely morbid...

16. Who hogs the covers?

Adrian. They each have their own covers though, honestly. Leland spends too many nights grumbling about having ¼ of the covers xD.

17. Who is more competitive?

They're both competitive but Leland has the streak more than Adrian does. Adrian does win a couple of times though.

Don't ever ask them to play scrabble.

19. What do they fight about most often? (Alternative: what was their biggest fight?)

Oh this is loaded xD. I don't think they fight often. i think Leland has learnt that it's best to confront issues there and then - and since it's Adrian, he does.

i think they'd bicker and maybe get a bit irritated eg: when Adrian keeps tidying up Leland's office. Leland has his own system and he likes his office the way it is. it's his space.

Adrian would probably grumble about a few things like keeping the house clean and the carpet nicely vacuumed.

the biggest argument they might have is Adrian putting himself in harm's way during a case or Leland taking on too many cases all at once and thinking he can do it all on his own.

the biggest argument they HAVE had was definitely about Linda -> i think after that episode they took a while to get back to the usual flow.

20. Who randomly brings home a stray puppy/kitten to adopt?

Adrian rarely does. Leland would only do so once in a while. Because he kept feeding this little kitten on the way home... I like to think they eventually get a dog :3c.

21. Any routines one has that the other had to get used to (ex. morning, nighttime, sleeping habits)?

Leland has more nighttime routines than daytime. He likes to come home, occasionally have a beer which Adrian takes to restocking on often. before bed, he likes to read a book - he does so in the sitting room because he doesn't want to bother Adrian in the bedroom.

😂 there's a lot of routines Leland has to get used to for Adrian. garbage day, cleaning day, laundry day...

@s-misaki also suggested the days/times Adrian gets all the fire alarms in his house rechecked and re-installed xD.

28. Who always steals the other's food? How does their partner react to it?

Hm. I think Adrian might steal Leland's food - maybe some parts of Leland's food is perfectly done more than his. Maybe he just didn't feel like ordering and now that Leland is eating in front of him NOW HE'S FEELING PECKISH.

30. Pet names? Yes or no?

Leland for Adrian? yes.

Adrian for Leland? yes and no?

i've tried out 'dove' for Adrian a few times. i think it works best. i think honey could also work, ha. Adrian would probably call Leland -> 'Lee' :D.

31. How do they spend their anniversary?

Probably doing or going somewhere simple. if they go on a vacation its to somewhere they can both enjoy and offers things they both like. they just want to spend time together. without having to worry or think about a case.

maybe they go to the theatre. or they go out for dinner or Leland claims his free days and they stay home and enjoy each other's company and time.

32. Who's so affectionate they can't stop touching the other?

Both of them. They are both affectionate and affection seeking men.

Leland just doesn't hesitate to take it and reach for it. Adrian does, he sometimes takes it slowly because he isn't sure or he's thinking about something but eventually it becomes pretty natural.

They love leaning against each other. They're in each other's space often. Reaching and holding and pulling and- ahhhhhh.

another friend of mine said that Leland definitely has tiny cues as well -> grabbing a cuff, hand on his shoulder. it means a lot more than you'd think :3c.

33. What is their wedding day like?

quiet. small. just a few people. people they love; close family and friends. they cry at their vows. sure, Adrian cries more because he's finally in love again. but Leland cries too because he can love Adrian in all the ways and spend the time they have left

(╥_╥) oh.

34. How do they cheer the other one up during sad times?

Adrian plays a few songs Leland likes in the background. He records shows and games Leland misses. He pops over to the office with lunch or to get him to take breaks.

Leland talks to him. Lets him know he's always there to listen. He buys him these silly cleaning supplies even though Adrian has them. He keeps this little rock collection that he occasionally gives Adrian some of.

35. What are their tastes in music?

Adrian is definitely a classical music guy and occasionally soft jazz plus country. Leland is classic rock and roll :D!

[fl00mie]

Excuse me for cutting into what's basically someone else's convo but regarding your nausea it might just be that your stomach isn't ready for it. When you go to sleep a lot of your body functions slow down simply because you don't need them at the time. This does mean that in a way it's not "ready" for food sometimes when you wake up and you end up feeling boated and sick when you eat anyway. It's particularly bad for hard to digest food like bread (gluten is hard to digest for a lot of people). This isn't a one size fits all but it might be what's happening to you when you feel unwell after brekkie. A good rule of thumb is probably to eat only when you feel hungry in the morning or go for something lighter. It could also be acid reflux which can also be caused by the body slowing down digestion which also causes nausea in the morning. Take these with a grain of salt because I am not a doctor though 😅 I hope you feel better! And as always give yourself time to feel comfortable in your art again. A shitpost where I don't have to worry about the quality and just want to deliver a funny punchline always makes me feel better so maybe that might help you ease yourself out of the sorta self expectations bump thing? Sorry it's hard for me to explain 😭😂 also hello Sunshine sorry to cut into your Convo 🙈🥹

oh wow i didn't think i'd get a biology lesson on freaking tumblr- but thanks anyway!! for the main intention and the information i genuinely didn't know :3c i mean, i stopped questioning it too much when it stopped happening to me, and i find it quite curious that the exact example you gave is something i've eaten for breakfast literally my entire life Dx i'm not sure if it's common to eat bread for breakfast in the first place- but maybe doing it so constantly made me stop having that nauseous feeling? i can't really tell, maybe this will be more useful for sun in case they're looking to stop that bad time (calling out sun☀️ somehow 'cause i can't @ them😭)

anyway, thanks again uvu receiving messages like this as if i were just having a normal conversation with a friend is somewhat comforting n n

[coiledqueen]

🎲 WILDCARD for wildcard Dan :3c

🎲 to generate a kiss! (accepting.) WILDCARD GO!! 10. A kiss along the jawline (continued from this)

Somehow, Shay isn't catching on.

After spending a majority of the afternoon trading medicines and tending to her Seviper rehab case together, the Johtoan sanctuary worker didn't bat a suspicious eye when the notoriously prickly Lucy invited her out for drinks afterwards. She didn't even question the Pike Queen's choice of venue, Asharas hesitantly flying them over to Lucy's self-proclaimed favorite, a nondescript dive bar situated on the outskirts of mainland Lilycove. Nope, all was still considered perfectly normal, even when Lucy picked out a corner table for them that was shrouded in shadow--guaranteeing privacy from any prying eyes.

Shay had definitely caught Lucy's attention. The visiting tamer was stoic, refreshingly competitive, and her toned figure was an absolute bonus...but she apparently still had no idea that the Pike Queen had been flirting with her ever since they'd both arrived here. Lucy's murmured compliments and teasing remarks, in one ear and out the other. The way she leaned in close to hear Shay speak--almost too close--was left unacknowledged. Her light touches on the tamer's thigh be damned. Shay--bless her oblivious heart--just wasn't getting it, so a fed-up Lucy opted to pull her last resort: a bet, one last desperate appeal to Shay's competitive nature. No more subtlety. There's no way that this gambit would work, right...?

'...I'll bet you don't have the guts to kiss me. Right here, right now.'

And, in an unexpected flash of motion, everything changes, Lucy stifling an incredulous laugh as she's pulled forward into a rough, fiery kiss. How long had Shay been holding back? How the hell did this bet work out so that the Pike Queen finally got what she wanted? Shay eventually settles back and tries to return to her drink, to a normal, even-keeled equilibrium, but it's far too late for that. In the isolated corner of this modest seaside bar, a hungry fire has been lit.

"...Ha. Looks like you win," Lucy's low voice sounds like an ominous, teasing hiss as she leans back over, her raven hair falling across the table. Turning Shay's face with gentle--yet confident--intent, her purple-hued lips plant careful, agonizingly slow kisses up the tamer's jawline, pausing briefly at the corner of her lips before stopping just below her ear. Lucy's breath is hot against Shay's skin as the Pike Queen hums quietly, reveling in this little game, her narrowed eyes focusing on the bar's oblivious patrons while she sneaks a cheeky nip at an earlobe. Lucy can't resist--and one last goading remark falls from her mouth. A further invitation, only if Shay opts to keep playing along...

"I wonder, though...Is that really the best you can do...?"

[science-bastard]

yaaaayyyyy thank you for your endorsement in the notes :3 i’m putting this under the cut in case people from my d&d group are following me (i know the DM does but they already know the lore on the how and why of the cannibalism ;3c)

okay so her name is Diphylleia (Dip for short) and her backstory is a bit of a Giorno Giovanna ripoff but shhhhh don’t worry about it. she’s named after the flower of the same name, whose petals turn clear when wet. unrelated but she also talks :) like :3 this :0. don’t ask how she pronounces the emoticons out loud but she does it very distinctly. you can feel the “:)”.

her hometown is a busy port full of fairies and features a less-than-stellar cartography guild. the guild is making bad maps on purpose so they can lure sailors into traps and extort them for their money or their lives. they also may or may not have carried out a few hits in this manner. basically they’re super corrupt despite only being a cartography guild.

Dip’s dream is to take down this guild from the inside, so she joins the guild and gets assigned to one of their ships. she learns how to make maps (duh) and really builds on her existing background in ass-kicking when she starts defending the ship from monsters. (and also that one tax collector in one of the ports they visit.)

somewhere in the middle of all this, she befriends another fairy on her ship by the name of Echeveria, also a slayer of sea monsters and tax collectors. at one point he talks about his experiences as a trans man, making her realize that she herself is a girl actually. T4T bi4bi romance ensues. Dip proposes to him, and he says yes.

during one absolutely dogshit storm, their ship sinks. Dip, Echeveria, and four others wash up on what is, charitably, a very large rock. no animals, no fish, very few plants to speak of, none of which are edible. over course of the next several weeks, the survivors slowly starve.

eventually, it gets to a point where people start dropping. four of them are down within two days, leaving only Dip and Echeveria. they’re too weak to even move the bodies, let alone get up and search for food again.

they resort to mutually cannibalizing each other. it’s genuinely very romantic for both of them. Dip realizes that eating her fiancé doesn’t feel bad at all, not at all like she thought it would, and loses control of herself. Echeveria instinctively fights back at first, but soon he relaxes of his own volition and lets her eat her fill.

when she finishes, she’s in complete horror at what she’s done. this leads her to take one of his bones with her when a passing ship finally picks her up a few days later, which she later incorporates into the hilt of her rapier.

Dip immediately boxes all of this up and pretends none of it ever happened as she is assigned to a new cartography ship upon her return. sometimes though, she finds herself experiencing a new sort of hunger. she knows what it’s like to be hungry for food (better than most people, even), but this is… different.

so she ends up eating more people occasionally, but she has rules about who and when and how she eats them so it’s basically fine. :] the rules are:

any humanoid creature is fair game. (she is not limites to just fairies.)

no eating living people.*

no killing people for the sole purpose of eating them. if someone attacks her and she kills them, then it’s fine, but she won’t kill some random passerby just because she’s feeling peckish.

no eating friends, even if they die. (yes this is very hypocritical but echeveria was ✨special✨)

*one party member, COMPLETELY of their own volition and without knowing Dip’s backstory, is cutting off pieces of his own flesh to feed her once he finds out about her uhhhh “protein-heavy diet.”

there’s waaaaayyyy more still but i’m unironically having so much fun :3c

hey who wants to hear about my d&d character she’s a fairy fighter and also a cannibal

[killemwithkawaii]

sal and (y/n) take horny pills and see how long they can stay away from eachother

[CW: sexual content (lime), drug use (???)]

Ohohohoho oh, the desperate, sloppy fuckfest that this would turn into...~ sdlkfjksadf >:3c I have two scenarios in mind for Sal and [y/n] horny pill shenanigans:

1. A mix-up with some stuff in Henrys bathroom- if you keep your sleeping pills on the back of the toilet seat, you probably keep your aspirin and vitamins loose in the bottom of a drawer. In his haste one romantic night, Henry may have spilled some of his boner pills in the party mix, and when Sal came in later and scooped up a few tablets to dull his headache during a visit, well... he ended up having to cut the family dinner short so he could run home and try to take care of the raging hard-on he developed just as everyone was serving up (at first he thought he was just really stoked on Lisas new casserole recipe, but suspected something else was up lol when his erection didn't subside by the time he was being served seconds).

Once he got home, he tried his best to take care of his 'problem'' himself, but ended up calling [y/n] in sheepish desperation after more than an hour of unsatisfactory masturbation. It would be a couple more hours before Sal was back to being 'family-dinner-friendly', but by then it was getting late, and he and [y/n] were so spent and sweaty, they figured it would be best if they stayed in for the night (and [y/n] offered to sleep over, yknow, just in case Sal got hungry for seconds again later) 🍴💕

2. Larry bought a pack of those vaguely labeled 'vitality' supplements at a shady gas station on a whim (and also because he was baked), put them in the communal medicine cabinet, and forgot about them until Sal and [y/n] became very flushed and fidgety during a movie night at the house. Both of them had been feeling a little tired and, not wanting to crash before the first film had finished, had mutually decided to take what they had assumed were unclaimed caffeine pills from cram-sessions passed. As hard as they tried to sit still and pay attention to the screen, their eyes (and eventually hands) seemed to start wandering on their own.

Despite all their earlier concerns about falling asleep mid-movie, [y/n] and Sally ended up suddenly excusing themselves with over-acted yawns 'just as things were getting good' (as Larry and Todd put it), practically dragging each other to Sals bedroom to 'lay down' (and not get any sleep whatsoever). 🛌 💕

[macnevercries]

Goodnight (Shinsou x F!reader)

Warnings- somnophilia, non-con, penetration, loss of virginity, yandere tendencies, praise, creampie

Word count- 2360

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You were so nice to him. You smelled so good. You smiled so brightly, looked so pretty, so genuine. These things about you were what started his obsession. Watching you and keeping tabs on you became a hobby, then a need.

He found his brain constantly occupied with thoughts of you, your small habits, things you said to him, things he wished you said to him. Everything about you was perfect. You were the object of his affection, his darling.

But you didn’t know any of this, you were clueless to Shinsou’s infatuation with you. To you he was just a friend, an awfully clingy friend but in an endearing way. He had been this way since year one and you two were now close to the end of year three. You two weren’t in the same class like last year, but Shinsou made every effort to see you whenever he was free. Walking you to class, sitting next to you during lunch, walking you to the dorms and asking to hang out on the weekend.

You kind of guessed that he liked you, you had thought so for years but you didn’t say anything in case you were wrong. You weren’t against the thought of dating him, he was insanely handsome, his lavender fluffy hair framing his sharp jaw perfectly. His dark circles perfectly balanced his lazy smirk. To top that off he was kind and he always treated you with respect even if he got in your space a lot. You just assumed he was touchy, thought nothing of it.

One day when he was walking you to the dorms he kept brushing his hand against yours. You didn’t bother moving, you were tired and his presence was comforting.

“You need help studying right?” He asks, looking deep into your eyes as if it was the last time. This was an interesting thing about Shinsou. He always lingered, even when he wasn’t with you, you never felt like he left.

“Yeah I do, I’m struggling a little bit in English and History. Do you wanna study with me?” His face lit up at your offer, nodding eagerly. He started in the direction of the 3C building, excited to have you in his room. How would you act around him in private? Would you like his room? He needed to record your every action and memorize it. You stopped walking and Shinsou turned around, tiring his head to the side to convey his confusion. He wanted you in his room already, why were you slowing him down?

“Hold on, I’m sorry” you mumbled. You shuffled through your school bag looking for something. Shinsou couldn’t help but peek over your shoulder, he had never seen the inside of your bag before. His eyes darted between the contents of your bag and your newly exposed skin, your skirt drifted up your leg where you knelt on the sidewalk. You looked back up at him, an embarrassed smile gracing your face.

“I left my books at the dorms, can we study in my room instead?” You asked meekly. Shinsou’s face flushed all shades of red. He had already been in love with the thought you in his room, but him in yours? Enchanting. He smiled and nodded.

With his approval the two of you headed towards your dorm. You walked through the common room, nodding at your classmates and getting in the elevator. Your room was on the third floor, twelve meters down the hallway on the right. Shinsou engraved this path into his brain, he would have to come back. You unlocked your door, walking in and closing in behind the purple-haired boy.

He glanced around the room, taking in as much as he could before his gaze was drawn back to you, opening the balcony doors to let in the soft spring breeze. The wind fluttered your skirt and blew your hair. You looked like a goddess. Shinsou wished he could take a picture of you, he wanted to remember this moment forever.

You sat down at your desk, pulling a chair up for Shinsou to sit in. You got out your books, flipping it open and getting to work. After a few minutes you laughed and looked over to Shinsou,

“Are you ever going to come sit?” You giggled. Shinsou smiled apologetically, pulling his chair out and making sure to scoot close to you. The hours flew by, you studying and Shinsou watching.

He had his book open and he answered all of your questions, teaching you what you didn’t understand. He just couldn’t focus on his own studies, not like this. Not when you were sitting next to him, looking like that.

The clock hit 6:30 and the dinner bell rang. You closed your books, thanking Shinsou for his help. You walked him out of the building before heading back in for dinner. Thoughts of you ran through his head as he walked back to his own room, he would definitely be returning to your room later. Now that he had a taste, he wouldn’t let it go.

He had been watching the clock for hours. He ate dinner in his room and barely did any of his homework. Thoughts of you flooded his consciousness and it took everything he had not to go right back to your dorm. No he had to wait until everyone was asleep.

When the clock struck 2am he silently slipped out of his room. He wasn’t careful walking down the hall, his foot steps were never heard. He took the stairs instead of the elevator, heading down swiftly. When he got outside it was pitch black. There were no street lamps on at Heights Alliance at three in the morning. It didn’t matter to him though. Shinsou had memorized the path from his room to yours the moment you took his hand and dragged him there.

Despite how flustered he seemed at the moment he was taking everything in. The cracks in the concrete, how certain movements squeaked the door, where your room was in relativness to your classmates and of course, the feeling of your soft hand against his.

He slides the dorm door open noiselessly. Rapidly, he walks to the stairway, taking two at a time. The slow climb to the third floor went by in seconds. He had been waiting years for this moment.

He glides down the hall, eager and giddy. Stopping at your down he gets down on his knees and starts to work on the lock.

Two minutes later and he has it pop open. Slinking inside and closing the door softly behind him, he walks over to your bed. He takes a moment to look around the room again and breath in your scent. You’re his safe haven and he can’t imagine being happier than he is now.

He puts his large hands on your shoulders, lightly shaking you awake.

“Hey kitten, can you hear me?”

“Hmm? Shinsou?” you mumble, still half asleep.

Your response was enough to for him to get ahold of you. Now that you were under the power of his quirk there was no way he would let you go. At least not anytime soon.

“I want you to stay still for me okay? I’ll do everything, I’ll make you feel so good baby I promise” His words are sincere but they make you shiver with fear. This wasn’t this Shinsou you knew.

With you frozen in place for him, he turns you over so you’re facing up and pulls down the covers. He flicks on the lamp on your bedside table, taking a moment to appreciate the way you look in the soft light.

You can’t move and you’re stuck in a post-sleep daze, barely aware of what’s going on. Your soft lips are slightly parted and cheeks pink from the warmth of your bed. You look so inviting.

Shinsou leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips, savoring the sweet taste. It was everything he imagined and more.

“My god you taste amazing, mind if I taste something else?”

He snickers at the panic in your eyes. You try to scream ‘no this isn’t how I want this to happen’ but no words leave your mouth. It doesn’t even open at your will.

He plays with the straps of your tank top, tugging and pulling them. He glides them down your arms, bring the whole shirt with it. He tosses the shirt to the side, out of view. His hands run over your chest, worshipping the skin you live in.

“You’re so gorgeous you know that? Such a pretty girl.” He breathes the words onto your skin.

His calloused fingers trace your breasts, thumbing your sensitive buds. The way they perk and pebble at his touch gets him going.

“You like that? I can do more of that” He latches his mouth onto your nipple, pinching and pulling the other one. His tongue glides across the delicate skin beneath him.

His mouth detaches with a lewd pop, switching to the other side to give you a matching mark. As he removes his face from your chest, he plants kisses across your collarbone and travels down your stomach. When his tender touches reach your lower stomach, your hips thrust forward against your will.

He chuckles darkly at your reaction.

“Patience kitten, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Let’s take our time, yeah?” he soothes his words into your skin. Despite his actions they calm you.

He pulls your loose shorts below your hips and down your thighs, taking a moment to trace the soft skin. He settles himself between your plush legs, facing your core.

Tracing the elastic of your panties, he licks a large stripe up your clothed cunt. A shiver runs through your entire body, hips jumping towards his face when he pulls away to watch your face.

He grins wildly “I knew you wanted me too, I knew it.”

He takes your panties off before you realize what he’s doing, burying his head in your sex. He inhaled deeply, somehow managing to creep you out more than you already are.

He eats you out like a starved man, his previously gentle touches greedy and hungry. Slurping you up, swallowing you. He latches his mouth out your clit, giving kitten licks where your body wants him most.

He slips in two slender fingers with ease. Scissoring and twisting them to open you wider. He rotates his digits, pumping them in and out, looking for your special spot. One move he makes has you clamping around him, body jolting.

A sinister smile covers his face. “Here? I can do it here” He curls them deeply into you, continuing his attack. You thrash around, your stomach tightly wound with pleasure. He sucks a little harder on your clit and that’s all it takes for you to unravel beneath him. He guides you through it, letting you down gently.

He retracts his fingers and face from your glistening cunt. He slides his fingers into your open lips, forcing them down your throat. You choke on his digits, tasting your slick on his skin.

“Yeah, you sound so pretty. I wish you could moan but if I let you go even a little bit you might manage to get out of my hold. You have always been a strong woman, it’s why I love you. But alas we can’t have you escaping from me now, we’re having so much fun and I haven’t gotten my turn yet.”

He slides his swears and boxers down his legs in one swift motion, causing his heavy cock to slap against his stomach. The tip was a deep reddish purple from waiting, pre-cum dripping from the it. It was pretty, a few prominent veins running across the bottom, average girth and impressive length.

Looking at it made your mouth water. It also made you wish you had time to develop a relationship with him on your own, made you wish it didn’t have to happen this way.

He doesn’t hesitate to run it through your folds, mixing your excitement with his. He pushes into your tight hole slowly, cherishing the way that you grip him tightly, sucking him into you.

“Oh god is this your first time? You’re so tight for me, just for me” He groans. You would nod if possible. It was your first time. The stretch was painful.

Shinsou didn’t wait long for you to adjust, after a few seconds he couldn’t take it. He wrapped your thighs around his waist and started pounding into you. The way his head kissed your cervix, the bumps and ridges hitting all the right places.

He just started and you could already feel yourself close to your second orgasm. Thankfully he was too. Going quicker, he rammed you into the mattress, moving his thumb to your clit. He rubs hard, almost too hard. You clench around him tightly, releasing with him.

He spills into you, painting your walls and fucking you through it. He groans and his voice cracks.

“Oh fuck, good girl good girl good girl good girl. Yeah you’re so fucking good for me” he rambles his words into your ear, sucking on your jaw as he slows down and pulls out. He grabs his phone and starts snapping photos, your fucked out face, his hands on your breast, the hickeys and marks trailing your body, and last but not least, his pale fingers pushing his cum back inside of you as it threatens to spill out.

Content with his job, he pulls his pants back up, and tucks you back into bed. He switches off the lamp, kissing your forehead.

“Let’s keep this a secret yeah? At least until you’re ready to accept my feelings.”

Picking your panties off of the floor and sliding them into his pocket he exits the room just as quietly as he entered. Even when his quirk deactivates, you lay there silently, the remains of his presence leaking down your thigh again. You feel so used. And yet somehow, so loved.

[bexatomarama]

👏👏👏 I gotta hear more about synths in love please

Synths in love is my current no name Sunshine/X6-88 fic :sob: I'm mostly playing around with some flash back sequences of their time together in the institute, and their eventual reintroduction during the games main questline. Its mostly in X6's perspective and recounts his time alone within the institute following him helping Sunshine escape :3c

Basically, Father playing house making a synth of his deceased mother to care for the child synth he made of himself. Father discovers that the synth of his mother may physically resemble her but lacks any defining characteristics after a scavenged pre-war holotape of her is found. Realizing he won't get the response he'd have hoped for from the Sole Survivor he opts to just destroy the Nora synth and focus primarily on the child synth. The Nora synth, S1-13, has made quite an impression on the courser who found the scavenged holotape and he'll do everything in his power to get her topside and as far from the institute as possible. : D

It was a waste.

That’s why he was doing this, shepherding the Mother from her would be sterile white tomb. A mausoleum of sleek design, clear glass and bone white metals. Father had regarded her with such disinterest, no, distaste, once more information surrounding the pre-war woman came to light. Nothing more than a reflection held aloft within the Institutes stainless walls. A flaw, a failure.

A defect.

“Where are we going?” The woman, the Mother, asked, a gentle tone runneth over with a child’s curiosity. Everything was a delight, some wonderful new experience to enjoy for the first time.

The two synths meandered within the ancient casing that surrounded the heart of the Institute. Warm oranges melding with rust brown and slick oil. Antiquated machinery and furniture that could only ever be described as kitsch. Rats in the walls, scurrying away from a very hungry cat.

“I was asked to chaperon you on an excursion topside,”

A bold lie. Especially considering the two would not be teleporting topside, too risky. He can’t let her be caught. There was too much at stake.

Those large green eyes caught his gaze past his sunglasses, and he feared for a moment he’d been found out.

But no, never, S1-13 trusted X6-88. Her eyes crinkled in barely constrained delight.

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to explore topside! Father never lets me join the others on their journeys up top!”

She trusted him blindly, she always had. He isn’t sure when it started, considering she had been created a few months after he had. Maybe that first meeting? The maternal instinct humans were so proud of was practically ingrained into every facet of her personality. It was her only personality. She was nothing more than a glorified Miss Nanny with skin, nails, and teeth.

[universal-kitty]

Please gush about the robots 👁👁

    ...You didn’t specify which robots, so I get to gUSH ABOUT ALL OF THEM!! MY EVIL PLANS! REALIZED!!! ✨ MUAHHAHAHAHAHA-

    But I guess the “good” part is this does leave out Replicant, so ya’ll don’t have to worry abt that one yet, dfjghfjdk. The “bad” news is a majority of my faves are still from Automata, so... Hmm.

    Anyways! Time for gush!

   So starting with 2B and 9S... Gosh. I really stubbornly held out on getting too attached. I tried my damnedest, even!! White haired androids, with too much feelings in their robotic bodies to hold... Though funnily enough, it was Nines who was the tipping point of, “Oh no... I failed in my own “mission”!!!”

    There was this post I made awhile back... Where I imagined Literally Me in the world of NieR. So of course, 9S would’ve been the overeager, attention-hungry puppy that would be constantly dismayed when the human was too busy to give him attention. However, upon overhearing my fondness for cats, he would crack a plan! Humans often wore headbands with cat ears on them, yeah? Adding to that fashion statement, they might wear “cat” tails, too! (Clip-on ones!) So maybe if he wears an outfit like that, I’d give him the attention he craves...?

    Even while wearing them (and I like to imagine them in Miqo���te style, bc it brings me joy)... Well, me telling him “I’m busy” was true!! So he sits on the ground of the camp. Arms crossed and pouting. Until things go his way for a change.

    2B kinda naturally...followed that. Miss “tries so hard to preach the rules, and yet cannot follow them as much as she claims”... I adore her. This android could easily kill me and I want to snuggle her. Maybe read her a book. (Even though she or Nines could read it better than I can. I’ll stumble a lot or have to re-read a sentence...and it flusters me to think they’d love that?! They love my lil humany flaws?? What the heck-)

    And bonus round for stuff involving my SI, 14HD! A trio of androids... All just being goofs to the best of their ability... Exploring a world quietened by human’s lack of existence... Lessons about their own existence. Stuff like that. :>

    More pretty robit? Of course~! :3c  A2 is...so wonderful. Stupidly strong when she shouldn’t have to be... (I read that stageplay. Ow, my heart...) It also, uh. Hits different when my SI is of number 14 and A2′s original squad also had a 14 on their side... (No class mentioned, which makes it easier for me, but. Oof.)

    Anyways! Onto more comforting thoughts.

    The most awkward of my faves around anyone- my SI or Literally Me (and yes, I will keep referring to isekai-like ideas in this way)- but still in dire need of affection and I’d like to give it to her?! Let me clean her up from all the destruction and dirt? Repair her into new clothes, if she’d let me... If not, maybe still...tidy them up a bit? Get her a cool as hell cloak to wear? Idk! I just wanna take care of her and let her feel...looked after. Loved.

    She deserves kindness and rest. I want to give that to her. (As much as she’d probably want to baby me for being unprimed for battle! I’d be a soft, squishy human...and even my SI, as a Defender-Healer class, still isn’t...quite made as an Attacker class would be. It’s an even back and forth like that, I’d imagine... After all, being protected by such a strong, gorgeous woman like her would definitely make me blush~!)

[ More below the cut!! ]

   In Replicant... I felt awful for Devola and Popola. That sort of caring being a friendly, mother-ish type of feeling; the “mom friend,” if you would. Though in just the way I talk about a lot, seeing these two... This Devola and Popola...

    They don’t deserve the ostracization they go through on a daily basis. The cold shoulders. Mean looks. Cruel words. In a similar way to A2, I want to care for them...though in this case, it’d cycle on and on without end!

    They, too, deserve so much better than what the world left them with. I want to be the human that oh, so gently takes their hands...and says, “You don’t have to carry this burden anymore, okay? You can be forgiven...because I will forgive you- and all the others- right now.” To take that burden off their shoulders and...let them exist, as they want to. Together. And I will be there to sing with them. Tell them stories of humanity, as I knew it. Give them peace.

    ...HD isn’t much of a human. There’s no reprieve from them in that way, but... They could still be the android on their side. Healer-Defender, after all; assisting with repairs and stubbornly finding whatever they need. If another android tries to shove the worst work on their shoulders, HD will hop up to help.

    To ensure they aren’t alone. To love them gently. Let no one hurt them any more than they have already been hurt... It’s the simple want to see someone (or someones?) you love be happy.

    “Aki, stop trying to comfort all the sad people in the Ni-” NEVER!! I cannot be stopped!!! ANYWAYS, I’m taking these two and running. Canon will never catch me. (Especially because everything I’m about to say is WHOLLY based off of a fic idea I’m still hella tempted to write?? It’d be a Reader insert fic, if anyone would also like to see more content of these two...)

    So-! Nothing like a human narrowly avoiding death by dissection by convincing Adam (long haired to the left) that he won’t learn nearly as much that way then by leaving them alive! They can show him books about human insides, anyhow. He wants the violence of human nature? Stories for days and books on that, too. Let’s teach you some other shit, okay?

    Eve (short haired on the right) is baby boy. He gets all his questions answered, no matter what. Adam would probably be a touch more jealous if it didn’t mean Eve pestered him less; the two setting out to learn everything he wishes to know.

    Legit, one of the unexplored/unwritten ideas is reading to them while they lay in a blanket- bedtime style- only to get a touch distracted mentioning hot cocoa or tea... Which leads into a whole conversation about “hot leaf water” and things that humans would add to it that made it more delicious!

    It’s a trio of nerds learning more about humanity! From the human that lived it! No dissections necessary!

    (In terms of HD’s involvement with these two... I do like to imagine Eve occasionally snuck out on his own when Adam was particularly quiet/annoyed, thus being able to meet with them. They’d be distrustful of him at first, but he asks a lot of questions and... Actually, Hayfor (another nickname) does like talking with the Scanners to learn about humanity, so...

    (Over time, they bond. Eve now more eager to notice his brother not wanting to spend time with him that day, so quickly running out to meet with Hayfor and not only play games, but learn more about the world! They have a ton of fun together, but juuuust in case, he’s learned to try and keep some secrets from Adam. Not realizing that Adam has started noticing Eve’s odd behavior...)

     ...Anyways, if they ever met (cause I haven’t gotten to that part in my brain yet), I feel like Adam would put HD through their paces to “prove” they’re an android worth keeping around. (Still bitter at what happened with 2B and 9S.) They do it only for Eve, at first, not wanting the obviously clingy guy to be left with someone who doesn’t give him the attention he clearly needs...but also eventually warms up to Adam, as well. If in a “he’s my deranged meow meow” sort of way. LMAO

    (Adam just enjoys the fact he can hold a clear conversation with them. Admittedly, having to play the parent role for Eve all the time got...taxing.)

[aiden-png]

Hi, I'm back to talk about Red and fire magic! But you can answer this privately if you want, since it's kinda graphic. But I've been reading a lot about big wildfires, and now I'm imagining Red being absolutely terrified of those? Because they're just so big and massive and predatory that all he can do is *run* and pull anyone with him and hope the fire doesn't notice, hope they don't get swallowed whole by the hungry flames.

ooooohhh this isn’t too graphic so I’ll just tag it in case. this would be another interesting scenario for Red having to use his fire magic to save one of his friends who isn’t resistant x-x Red would have lots of reasons to be afraid of fire, esp since the one in the manga was pretty traumatizing. plenty of reasons to be afraid of himself as well, for being able to wield such dangerous magic >:3c

[edendaphne]

"Discordant Sonata”- Ch. 12

TFW your rich AF dad is a stingy SOB who only gives you one shirt to wear 🤣

(And YEP! In this AU Adrien wears glasses! He wears contact lenses for photoshoots/modeling)  :3c

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CHAPTER 12: ANDANTE

Music glossary: Andante - to go at a moderate, steady pace

French glossary: “Les Deux Sots” = The Two Fools/Idiots

(La Dispute (Amelie Soundtrack)- Yann Tiersen)

Marinette was upset.

Not so much upset, really. More like… confused? Frustrated? And not even at Fu, necessarily. It wasn’t his fault. But Fu was the messenger, and therefore, the undeserving recipient of her current mental ire.

With the critical 48 hours of Chat Noir’s healing complete, she’d gone to visit Fu to discuss some of the concerns she had about her new partnership, along with some other pressing questions. The answers were… not quite what she expected (or wanted) to hear.

No, Marinette, he’d said. You must not know Chat Noir’s identity, he’d said. Yes, I know you just want to protect him as a civilian. No, don’t try to figure it out yourself. If you find out too early, you’ll absorb the negative effects from the misuse of his miraculous. Yes, that is always what happens with the Cat and Ladybug miraculouses. Yes, that’s why wielders must not know each others’ identities; not until their souls and energies are perfectly in sync with each other. No, Marinette, you are not in perfect sync with each other. Yes, I know you don’t like it. But that is how it must be. Have a nice day, Marinette. No, I’m not kicking you out. I’m just... going to the spa to get rid of a sudden tension headache. Goodbye.

“Understood, Master,” she’d said. And honestly, yes; she really did understand.

But she still didn’t like it.

The conversation weighed heavily on her mind as she went about her daily chores, and she couldn’t help but stomp around the house as she worked, a perpetual crinkle fixed between her eyebrows.

She just couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. Negative effects? Truth be told, prior to this, she’d even almost suspected that Fu had exaggerated that aspect of the miraculouses, in order to keep her on the straight and narrow path and be responsible.

Such matters had been far from her mind while befriending Chat Noir. She’d never even thought to ask him about it. How long would these effects linger on, even after his change of heart and proper use of his miraculous?

More importantly, would the effects ever fully disappear? Fu said that every case was different. Sometimes the effects did fade. Other times, they did not; and in those cases, partners couldn’t ever reveal their identities to each other. In rare instances, the wielders would even have to return their miraculouses to the guardians, because they would never be able to work in proper harmony with the other. Marinette shuddered. She didn’t want to even consider that possibility.

In any case, Hawkmoth was suffering from such negative effects as well. What could his ailments be? Chat had mentioned that he seemed to be losing control of his akumas, and his judgment was becoming increasingly clouded. But was there more?

Frowning, she stuffed folded laundry into her dresser drawers with a bit more force than necessary. She quickly stood up when she was finished, yanking the laundry basket away with a huff as she headed towards her next task.

There was also another question, one she’d had even years ago, when she’d first become Ladybug. One she’d always been too shy to ask, always trusting in Fu’s judgment, never questioning him because of his seniority and experience (respecting one’s elders having been an integral part of her upbringing, particularly her mother’s).

But now that she was older, she’d finally gathered enough courage to ask him: Why hadn’t he revealed Chat’s identity to her years ago? With enough luck, she might have been able to steal back his miraculous when he wasn’t transformed while he was out of the house. So, why hadn’t he told her?

Fu’s answer had been remarkably simple: He’d wanted Chat to have a relatively normal life outside of the mask. He’d always held out hope that Chat would turn away from his unrighteous deeds on his own. Having people around him that treated him kindly and that he could trust would give him the courage to do so. If he didn’t have that, he would have felt that he had nowhere to turn to, and no choice but to remain as he was.

Fu added that if she’d had any contact with Chat, either as herself or as Ladybug, she would have treated him differently, possibly with hostility. Marinette had wanted to deny it at first, but she knew he was right. She would have treated him differently. Probably would’ve avoided him, spoken to him harshly, given him dirty looks from across the street. She might have even tried to convince her friends that he wasn’t a good person, much like her situation with Lila. Not that that had ever worked; that girl was just way too deceptive. After all these years, she’d given up on even trying. Without any concrete evidence, Marinette’s claims that Lila was a rotten liar wouldn’t convince anyone, except thankfully for Alya and Nino; but even they had been skeptical at first.

In any case, Marinette would have most likely become angry, cold, or maybe even embittered towards Chat if she wasn’t able to retrieve his miraculous right away. And Chat would’ve responded with confusion, hurt, and resentment towards both her and Ladybug, permanently eliminating any chance to become partners.

The troubled girl sighed wearily, walking towards the downstairs bathroom with a basket full of supplies for their feline guest, still mulling over her earlier discussion. There just had to be other options she hadn’t considered yet–

Still distracted, deliberating the myriad of possibilities and worrying over every potential outcome, Marinette swung the bathroom door open... only to be greeted by a tall, toned, and very much bare backside, whose modesty was barely concealed by a small towel wrapped around the waist. Rivulets of water coursed down the valleys and ripples of the lightly tanned skin, and her eyes couldn’t help but follow them down their path, gracefully gliding from the tops of the broad shoulders, still rosy and glowing from the shower’s hot water, and disappearing into the edges of the towel, which rode low along the hips. The shock of damp, golden hair gave Marinette the confirmation of who exactly the stranger in her bathroom was. Practically tripping over her feet, she slammed the door shut, a loud screech abruptly escaping her throat.

“OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH, I AM SOOOO SORRY!!!” she yelled in between pants. “I thought the bathroom was empty!!! I was just gonna drop off some muscles— I mean toilets— I mean toiletries!!! I’ll just... leave them here outside the door! SORRYAGAIN, BYE!!!”

Marinette sprinted all the way to her bedroom and plopped like a dead fish onto her chaise, letting out a long, shrill whine into the cushions. She flopped over onto her back, shoving a throw pillow onto her face, and considered smothering herself out of existence in order to avoid having to face Chat Noir ever again. Maybe she’d come back to Earth reincarnated as an actual ladybug, and she could flee from the city to go live in the country. Cannes was supposed to be nice this time of year.

Before her plans could come to fruition, specifically the one about becoming the insect she already felt like, she sluggishly removed the pillow from her face to get some air.

Only to be greeted by a small, floating… cat??

No, not a cat.

A kwami.

Chat Noir’s kwami.

“Boo,” he said flatly.

Marinette sat up, careful to not bump into the tiny god.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, although she suspected Plagg wasn’t so much staring as sizing her up. Gauging her adequacy, perhaps? He’d worked alongside countless other Ladybugs these past few millennia, so the thought made her a bit nervous.

“You must be Plagg,” she said, concealing her surprise.

“I see my reputation precedes me,” Plagg replied with a showy twirl. “I am quite noteworthy.”

Marinette’s eyes crinkled in amusement. That wasn’t quite was she’d been expecting.

She extended her hand with a smile. “Hi, I’m Marinette.”

Plagg took her hand and turned it over, examining her palm. “Hmph, no Camembert?” he asked with obvious disappointment. “Introductions can wait. My stomach cannot. ”

Marinette snickered. She hadn’t expected such an ornery attitude from a kwami; nevertheless, she decided she liked him already.

She tugged open her shirt pocket and said, “Hop in. Let’s go fetch some from the kitchen.”

Plagg approached the pocket and Tikki poked her little head out.

Marinette chuckled. “I’m sure you remember Tikki.”

“Always a pleasure, Sugarcube,” he bowed deeply with an exaggerated flourish that was so entirely Chat-like, she could definitely tell that their mannerisms had rubbed off on each other.

“Hello again, Stinky Sock,” Tikki replied.

“Hey, Camembert is the most amazing fragrance known to man. It’s a shame you’re not enlightened enough to truly appreciate the beauty of fermented foods.”

Tikki rolled her eyes, but nevertheless scooted over to let him in.

Upon reaching the kitchen and making sure the coast was clear, Marinette ushered the pair out of her pocket. She pulled out a plate and made her way to the refrigerator with Plagg hovering nearby, watching her curiously.

Marinette had anticipated that he’d be hungry, so she'd gone shopping that morning after visiting Fu, specifically to stock up on cheese. Even still, she had grossly underestimated just how ravenous the kwami would be; her eyes widened as the pile on the plate grew higher and higher.

Once finished, Marinette set it down on the countertop, trying to avoid thinking too hard about how all that food would fit inside his small body.

“Uhh, do you also want some crackers, or some fruit, or…?” she trailed off, unsure of how else to be of service.

“Nothing more is needed when you already have perfection,” Plagg remarked before picking up a particularly pungent piece of cheese and taking a deep, long whiff.

Tikki’s tiny features scrunched in distaste as she put some more distance between herself and the odorous meal.

Marinette stood beside them, not quite sure what to do with herself or what to say. Maybe Plagg could answer some questions without revealing too much.

Deciding to give it a try, she asked, “So... Plagg. What can you tell me about Hawkmoth? You don’t have to go into any details. Just anything that you think would be helpful to know, so we can figure out a plan to defeat him?”

Plagg frowned, then followed up with an appalled grimace. “Seriously?! Right in front of my Camembert??” He harrumphed. “Let’s talk about that jackass some other time. Believe it or not, I lose my appetite anytime I think about him.”

“Fair enough,” Marinette relented. She puckered her lips, deep in thought as she took a seat on the barstool nearby. “Oh, I know! What kinds of hobbies does Chat have? Maybe I can get him some supplies or other stuff that he likes, so he can relax and feel more at home.”

“Hmm… Well, you already know he likes games, both videogames and tabletop,” Plagg replied in between bites. “He likes to read. The classics, fantasy, sci-fi, fanfiction, comic books...” Another bite. “He spends a ridiculous amount of time writing poetry and short stories. Also…” Chomp . “Sappy movies... Anime.” Gulp . “He’s not a great singer, but that doesn’t stop him from busting into song and dance numbers from his favorite musicals. He is a decent dancer though.” Another gulp, punctuated with a smirk. “But I’m sure you already know that.”

Marinette averted her gaze, a surge of tingles invading her entire body as she remembered that first night together. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet she remembered that evening full of dancing as vividly as if it had happened yesterday.

Plagg gobbled up the last bit on the plate, then wiped his paws on the napkin Marinette had provided. He followed up with a mighty stretch of his small limbs, sighing in contentment.

Marinette’s posture straightened upon seeing that he’d finished his meal. “We should head back to the bedroom. Chat will be looking for you soon.” She hopped off the barstool and the trio made their way back towards Chat’s bedroom.

Marinette grimaced as she placed her hand on the doorknob and let out a pathetic groan. “I better figure out what to say when I apologize for walking in on him.”

They entered the bedroom and she shut the door behind them. She raised her eyebrows, looking hopefully at Plagg. “Do you think he’ll be furious with me?”

Plagg shrugged off her concern. “Oh, puh- lease . I bet he’d actually be quite pleased that you got a good look at him half naked, if he knew who you really were.”

Marinette could only splutter incoherently, her arms waving around like noodles. “WHAT?! WH-WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT??”

Plagg gave her a smug look and crossed his little arms . “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Bugaboo , but my boy is majorly crushing on ya.”

“A-a crush…? On me? O-or rather, on Ladybug…?” Heat instantly rushed to her cheeks and all the way to the top of her ears. “I-I wasn’t sure, he hasn’t said anything about it, and, um…”

Plagg shrugged. “Kid’s pretty insecure. Way more than when he first became Chat Noir, thanks to that no-good father of his.” He sighed. “Simply put, he thinks you’re way out of his league and that you’d never go for a guy like him.”

Marinette sputtered, “Out of HIS league?? Have you SEEN him?!” She whipped her arm around, pointing it towards the bathroom door. “He’s more chiseled than a Greek statue! He could be a model!”

“Yeah, yeah, he’s the cat’s pajamas, I know,” Plagg scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, he’s still sorting out his feelings, and definitely too afraid to say anything out loud.” A teasing glint twinkled in his eyes. “You wouldn’t happen to know what it’s like to be too shy to confess to someone, would you?” he inquired slyly.

Marinette felt the heat travel down her neck and towards her back, and she pursed her lips in shame, having nothing to retort with.

“Plagg!” Tikki rebuked, whizzing in front of him. “Whether Marinette can confess to her own crush is no concern of yours!”

“He’s right, though, Tikki,” Marinette admitted. “I guess it’s not always always totally obvious until you actually say it to them. I just… freeze every time I try to confess to Adri– t-to this guy. It’s like I haven’t progressed at all after all these years.”

“Don’t worry, little bug,” the cat kwami reassured her. “Sometimes actions speak louder than words. I’m sure this mystery man knows you care about him.” He rolled his eyes again and added, “Even if he’s too oblivious to realize it’s a romantic attraction.”

Before Marinette could reply, they heard the bathroom door crack open.

“Plagg...?” a familiar soft voice called through the small opening.

“I guess that’s our cue to leave,” Marinette whispered. “It was great meeting you, Plagg.”

“Likewise. See ya!”

With that, Plagg zoomed towards the bathroom and phased through the door, and Marinette quietly snuck out.

Minutes later, a rather sheepish Chat Noir emerged from the bedroom. Their eyes met and he stiffened, his body gluing to the spot.

Marinette leaped out of the couch and rushed over to him, utterly mortified, body trembling, spewing out apology after apology without taking a breath in between, looking seconds away from bursting into tears from remorse.

Chat placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. “It’s okay, Marinette, really! I guess I forgot to lock the door. I’m the one who should be sorry. I didn’t mean to traumatize you or anything.”

Marinette’s eyes blew wide open. “Traumatize me?? No way, you are SO FINE! – Umm!!” Her hands shot up, waving back and forth. “What I mean is, I’m fine!!” She composed herself and continued, “Anyway, I just feel really bad about intruding and violating your privacy. So, please, please, pleeeaaase, is there a way I make it up to you?”

Chat was just about to reassure her again, but paused. He gave her a timid smile. “Actually, there is one thing… Could you teach me how to do laundry?”

(Under Paris Skies - Pearl Django)

As he had only one set of clothes, Adrien resigned himself to the fact that it was time to do some shopping. He didn’t want to go by himself, however; it didn’t feel safe. He had no idea if Gabriel knew he was still alive. He might have dispatched people to search for Adrien and... “collect” him back to the mansion.

Plus, he disliked shopping and could use some company.

So here he was, standing outside of Chloe Bourgeois’ room at the Grand Paris Hotel.

He’d scarcely knocked once when the door swung open, a clearly miffed Chloe standing on the other side.

“You’re late!! Where have you been– Oh, Adrikins! It’s you!” Her face softened and gave him a brilliant smile, kissing his cheeks in greeting, then brought him into a tight hug. “Come in! It’s been ages!”

Before he could get a word in edgewise, he was quickly ushered into the room.

They sat on the elegant, pristine couches of her lounge room. Chloe crossed her legs and reclined into the cushions, placing her hands behind her head in her usual carefree way.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure, my dearest Adrichou?”

Adrien took a breath and opened his mouth–

“Wait,” Chloe interrupted, holding her hand up, then sat up straight and leaned forward. She took a pause, looking him over. Analyzing. Scrutinizing. She scrunched her face in consternation, brows creasing in the middle. “I know that look,” she finally said, crossing her arms. “Something’s happened, hasn’t it?”

Adrien’s eyes grew wide and he suppressed a wince. How were all these women able to read him so well these past few days?? He shrugged indifferently for her benefit, mentally preparing himself to attempt to convince her that everything was fine and she was just imagining things.

Before he could say anything though, Chloe interjected sharply, “And don’t you dare try to lie to me, Adrien Agreste. I’m your oldest friend; I’ll know. Tell me everything, or I’ll kick you out.”

Adrien’s shoulders slumped and he exhaled. How is she doing this?!

Eyeing Chloe to make sure she didn’t have anything else to say, he began, “Father and I had a... disagreement.”

“I knew it!!” Chloe declared, throwing her hands up in the air.

He continued with a cringe, “And I... kinda sorta ran away from home.” He looked up at her timidly, hoping she wouldn’t yell at him for his recklessness.

“Do you have anywhere to stay?” she asked instead, without missing a beat, her voice now serious and full of concern. “You’re always welcome here, you know that. Just say the word and it’s done.”

Adrien smiled broadly. Despite all her faults, Chloe’s loyalty never faltered.

“I really appreciate that, Chlo. It means a lot.” He sighed, plopping backwards onto the couch. “I can’t though. Father knows this is the first place I’d go. But don’t worry, I’ve got… housing arrangements elsewhere. So I’ll be fine.”

She sat up straight, scooting towards the edge of the couch and leaning towards him expectantly. “Yeah?? Where at? It’s okay, I can keep a secret–” She stopped herself. “Err… wait. Actually, no. No, I can’t. So don’t tell me or I’ll accidentally blab everything to the first person who asks.”

Adrien chuckled. “Alright. Anyway, since I left in such a hurry, I didn’t bring any clothes with me. So I was wondering if–”

“OOOH, A SHOPPING TRIP!!” Chloe squealed, clapping and practically bouncing in her seat. “Yes, I’d love to join you!”

Adrien gave her a grateful grin. “You would? That would be awesome!”

“Oh one condition,” Chloe said, raising a finger for emphasis. “I get to pick out everything.”

“Wha–?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Everything??”

She casually examined her nails as she answered, "It’s for your own good. We can’t have you looking like a hobo. ‘Cause I KNOW all you're gonna pick is nerdy t-shirts, baggy hoodies, and ripped jeans. And that simply will not do."

Adrien rolled his eyes. “Oh, alright. I agree to your terms.”

“Wonderful!” she replied, eyes twinkling with delight.

Just then, there was a knock. They both stiffened, glancing at the door, then back at each other with trepidation. Chloe wordlessly guided Adrien into the bedroom portion of her suite, making sure he remained concealed behind the adjacent wall.

She all but tiptoed towards the door, careful not to make the floors creak. Adrien held his breath as he cast a furtive peek from behind the wall, watching Chloe cautiously peer through the peephole. She sighed in relief, throwing the door open and placing her hands on her hips in indignation.

“You are LATE!” Chloe declared, then soundly smooched the person outside the door.

“My sincerest apologies. The appointment ran long,” the guest replied as she entered the room.

Adrien recognized that voice.

Chloe scoffed. “UGH, stop it with the politeness! You always sound like you’re about to make a business deal.”

Kagami gave Chloe an unamused stare. “As you wish... ma’am,” she replied with a mischievous smile.

Chloe waved dismissively with a tsk as she made her way to retrieve her hidden friend. “Anyway, suit up. We’re going shopping!”

“Shopping? What for?” Kagami asked.

“Adrien needs a new wardrobe and he cannot be trusted on his own.”

“Hey!” Adrien objected.

Kagami shook her head. “Oh, I agree, he is definitely going to need help. Otherwise he’ll end up dressing like a hooligan.”

“Exactly!” Chloe gestured wildly to show approval.

“Hey! Not you too, Kagami!” Adrien protested.

“Let’s face it, Adrien,” Kagami replied, folding her arms behind her. “Don’t get me wrong; I know you are perfectly aware of what fashionable clothes are supposed to look like. But your…” she wrinkled her nose, “...geek ‘impulses’–”

"FETISHES!" Chloe included.

“-are just too strong for you to resist. You need us.”

Before he had a chance to argue, Chloe called for them, already opening the door. “Well? Let’s go already!”

The trio exited Chloe’s limousine and made their way into the shopping center. They pointedly avoided the “Gabriel” shop and instead entered the Audrey Bourgeois Boutique.

The girls went straight to business, grabbing and piling clothes left and right, scouring through rows of garments and quickly creating matching ensembles with clearly practiced efficiency. Before long, they had a large pile of outfits waiting to be tried on and modeled on the fitting room platform.

“But Chlo, I don’t have my wallet on me,” Adrien whispered into Chloe’s ear. “How am I gonna pay for all this?”

Chloe scoffed. “Pfft, who needs a wallet?” She turned to the nearest store employee. “Hey, you. Add everything we pick out to the Gabriel Agreste tab, will you?”

“Yes, of course, Miss Bourgeois,” the employee replied politely.

Chloe turned back towards Adrien and gave him a wink, then sat down next to Kagami in front of the gigantic mirrors of the dressing area, sliding her hand into her girlfriend’s.

A couple of hours and countless outfit changes later, the three teens exited the boutique. Adrien carried more shopping bags than he could keep track off, all of them plastered with with Audrey's icon; and a part of him hoped that with this many bags from one of Gabriel's competitors, it would somehow get back to his father. Served him right.

Back at the hotel, the concierge assisted in bringing the haul into Chloe’s suite. Chloe whispered something to him as Kagami and Adrien made their way to the bedroom area to begin the task of unwrapping and organizing the new wardrobe. Minutes later, there was a knock on the door, which Chloe answered. A few moments later, she returned with a large yet unassuming black suitcase.

“Here you go, Adrikins,” she said, placing the suitcase on the bed. “You can store your clothes in here and take them back to whatever quaint little cottage you’re staying at.”

Adrien chuckled. “Thanks, Chlo. You’re the best!”

Chloe waved off his compliment. “Yes, well... We already knew that, didn’t we?” She hid a smile, busying herself with packing his clothes into the suitcase.

When they had finished and it was time for Adrien to go, he gave each of them a tight hug and thanked them again for all their help.

“Before you go...” Chloe reached into her back pocket, taking out a cell phone covered in glitter and faux diamonds, and handed it over to him. “Here, I had this old thing lying around. You'll need a SIM card, but the phone works fine.”

Adrien turned the phone in his hands, examining the exceedingly bejeweled exterior. “Wha-? Chloe, I can’t use this! I might go blind from all the sparkles.”

She scoffed. “Well, it’s not like you can be nitpicky at a time like this.”

“What’s the matter, Agreste? Too good for a bit of razzle dazzle?” Kagami heckled.

“You can make anything work, Adrikins. You’ll probably even start a hot new trend.”

Adrien rolled his eyes and pocketed the phone.

“Remember to call if you need anything.” Chloe gave him a stern look and jabbed a finger into his chest. “ANYTHING, you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am!” he quipped with a salute, exiting the suite with his luggage.

“Ugh, you two will be the death of me,” Chloe groaned dramatically. “Now go, enjoy your last couple of days of freedom. I’ll see you at school.”

“Bye, girls!” He waved back at them. “I’ll let you know my new number as soon as I buy a new SIM card for the phone.”

With that, Adrien turned and walked down the hall towards the elevators.

Back at the door’s threshold, the pair watched him walk away in silence.

Kagami reached for Chloe’s hand and squeezed. “Do you think everything’s going to be alright? I worry about him. Mr. Agreste has not been himself for quite some time.”

Chloe squeezed back and sighed. “I dunno.” Then she added with a sneer, “Gabriel Agreste is a sad, old bastard whose soul died long ago along with Aunt Emilie. But, he’s connected and powerful. Who knows what he’ll do to try to get Adrien back under his thumb.”

Kagami let out a small, disapproving grunt. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Chloe lightly tugged her back into the room. “Oh, relax, you sound like a Star Wars character.”

“Star Wars? Now who’s the nerd?” Kagami teased.

Chloe sputtered. “Hush, you.”

( Life with Masks - Mystic Messenger OST)

After Chat dropped off the suitcase in his room at the bakery, Adrien embarked on his next mission: Going to the bank and withdrawing enough money to purchase everything else on his list, which included a new SIM card for Chloe’s old (and extremely bedazzled) phone, and a laptop for school.

He made his way to the bank, wearing the hood up on his zip-up hoodie, and pulling it down over his eyes whenever he saw any suspicious looking men in suits.

At the bank, Adrien filled out all the necessary forms, grateful that he’d taken the time to memorize his savings account number years back, when they’d first opened it.

However, today he encountered a different problem.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Agreste,” the bank teller said. “Like I said, I’m afraid that all your assets and accounts have been frozen. You can only withdraw money if your father accompanies you, or if he unlocks them himself.”

Adrien sighed dejectedly. “Isn’t there anything you can do?” he asked.

“I’m afraid not, sir,” she replied. “You would have to speak to your father to have him undo the restrictions. We can’t do anything until then... or until you turn eighteen years old. At that time, you can regain access without needing his permission, since you would officially be an adult.”

Adrien pursed his lips into a thin line. His birthday was still a month away.

All his savings, all the hard-earned money from his modeling work... Gabriel was keeping it all hostage, hoping Adrien would come crawling back to him, like some pitiful prodigal son.

Well, two could play that game. He filled out all the necessary paperwork to reclaim what was his, so everything would be all set up when his birthday came around. He also made sure that Gabriel would be permanently locked out of his accounts at that time.

He thanked the teller and left the bank, feeling morose and surly. He couldn’t even afford to get his used phone working, and was therefore cut off from all communication; save for whatever computers were available at an internet cafe or library. What else could he do?

Maybe Nathalie could help him figure out if there was anything else he could do legally. If he could even get ahold of her. He’d been worried about her while he was recovering at the Dupain-Chengs’; now was his chance to try to contact her.

Adrien walked to the nearest library and convinced the starstruck librarian to let him use their telephone.

The phone rang… and rang… and rang…

So he tried again. And again. And again.

But the same monotone voice repeated the same discouraging phrase:

“The number you have dialed has been disconnected.”

The boy frowned. Was Nathalie alright? He’d left her all alone with his father. He wouldn’t do anything to her, would he?

Mind whirling and chest tight, he sped to the computers to create a new email account (not risking logging into his usual one), and sent her a simple, nondescript message:

“u ok?”

He couldn’t help but remain glued to the computer, clicking and clicking to refresh the page, hoping for something, anything in response. He drummed his fingers on the desk. Crossed his legs. Uncrossed them. Crossed them again. Fiddled with his shoelaces. Opened a new browser tab to distract himself by reading the news, only to switch back every 30 seconds. Minutes ticked by. But still, nothing.

Eventually he resigned himself to the fact that he couldn’t stay in the library forever.

This wasn’t bad news, right? No news oftentimes meant good news. Receiving a reply in such a short amount of time was rather unlikely... Even though Nathalie always replied within five minutes, because she never turned off her email notifications… Ever. But her not replying this time surely didn’t mean anything, right?

Right… It’s fine, everything’s fine. Nathalie’s fine.

She has to be.

Adrien trudged aimlessly down a nondescript sidewalk, lost in thought, his attention eventually drifting back to his livelihood. Could he make do without a single cent for an entire month? Probably not… He’d have to find a job.

But who would hire celebrity Adrien Agreste to work in retail or flip burgers? They’d either laugh at him, or think he was pulling some elaborate prank on a hidden camera show. How would he even begin to explain that he’d left his home and was on the run from his very own father?

Adrien had seemingly no reason why he would choose to run away. He was a privileged young man who had everything: a famous and well-respected family, wealth, good genetics, people at his beck and call… the list went on. To the outside world, Gabriel was a devoted husband and father; a bit of a hermit after his wife’s “disappearance”, but not unusual for someone who was mourning a loved one.

Chloe hadn’t asked him why he’d left, but other people would. Obviously, the truth was out of the question. So, what was there to say instead? That he was just a spoiled rich kid having a rebellious phase?

It was a mess and there didn’t seem to be a way out; he was cornered. He knew it, and he knew that Gabriel knew it.

His only ace in the hole was that Gabriel didn’t know Adrien actually had a place to stay, thanks to the Dupain-Chengs. But he couldn’t rely on them forever. And, as he was quite literally penniless at the moment, his options were severely limited.

He was broke, with a famous identity and an infamous alter-ego, and near impossible to contact since he didn’t have a functioning phone. Things were looking bleak. If only he could–

“AAAACK!!!”

Adrien turned the corner on the sidewalk when a blur of pink and black slammed against him hard. Both bodies clattered to the ground, along with a myriad of bags and boxes the other person was carrying.

Adrien raised his head sluggishly with a small grunt, then opened his eyes to find–

“Marinette??” he said, eyes widening in surprise.

The girl groaned as she lifted her head, slowly pushing herself off of him. One of her eyes cracked open, then both popped wide open in recognition.

“A-ADRIEN!!” she squeaked, her face turning ruby red in an instant. “Gosh, I am so sorry!!” she yelped, practically leaping off of him. “Are you okay?!”

She offered her hand and he took it. “I’m alright, no worries,” he replied, adjusting his glasses, which had shifted on his face when he fell.

He knelt down to help her pick up the items that had spilled out of their containers. “So, where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“Oh! I- uh,” she stammered. “I was just getting some things for a friend!”

Adrien took note of some of the books, games, and movie titles as he put them back in their boxes. “Your friend has good taste.”

She squawked out a weird laugh and mumbled in agreement.

As they rose from the pavement, something caught Marinette’s eye. “Oh!” she exclaimed, bending over to pick it up. “Here, you dropped this.” She opened her palm to reveal several Euro bills and coins, and a ticket stub.

He stared at the contents of her hand. “Are you sure these are mine?” he asked incredulously.

“Well, there’s about… maybe a hundred euros or so, and a ticket stub for that new movie, ‘Les Deux Sots’. ” A flash of recognition flickered across her features, and her cheeks flushed. She continued haltingly, “D-do you remember wearing this particular hoodie to the movie theater recently?”

Adrien contained a gasp and mindlessly ran his hands over the fabric, realizing that this was the same hoodie he wore on his date with Ladybug. He hadn’t worn it since then. Not until three days ago: the day of the last akuma attack, and his subsequent fight with Hawkmoth.

“Oh,” he replied quietly, accepting the items. “Thank you, Mari,” he uttered, almost in awe.

She smiled widely at him. “No, thank you for helping me pick up all this stuff I dropped! Sorry again for knocking you over,” she said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it, it was my pleasure. So, where are you going with all this?”

“Uh… Home, actually,” she replied. “My friend is gonna... pick them up later today.” She stepped forward to take the boxes and bags from his arms.

“Can I help you carry it back? It’s a lot of stuff; and you could barely see over the top of it,” he offered.

Marinette fidgeted with her hands, stammering, “O-oh, I mean, I-I wouldn’t want to impose, that is– I’m sure you’re very busy and have important things to do, I don’t want to bother you, and it is a lot of stuff, plus it’s pretty heavy, and–”

“Really, it’s no trouble at all; I’m not busy right now. And I’d love the company.” He added, “If you don’t mind, that is.”

“Oh!! A-are you sure?? Wow, you’re amazing! I-I mean, th-that would be amazing! Thank you!” she said, practically vibrating with elation.

“I’m happy to do it!” Adrien replied as they began the trek to the bakery. “I’m really glad we bumped into each other,” he replied with a wink.

Marinette’s head swiveled towards him, looking like she’d swallowed a golf ball, then exploded into a loud giggle-snort, which made him snicker in turn.

The pair walked together, enjoying some friendly, light-hearted conversation, with Marinette becoming more and more comfortable as they went. He was always thankful anytime she was able to relax around him and just be herself.

He dropped her off and they parted with a tight hug, which caused Marinette to let out a flustered squeak. While she wasn’t aware of it, thanks to her discovery, he’d be able to buy himself that prepaid SIM card for Chloe’s old phone and become reachable again. And the first thing he would do with that phone would be to send Marinette a text message, thanking her for everything she continually did for him and their friends, and for always being such a sweet person.

(Somewhere Only We Know- Keane (Max Schneider, Elizabeth Gillies, and Kurt Schneider cover)

Evening came and the city of Paris buzzed with activity, as it was the last weekend of summer vacation. Ladybug breathed in the crisp night air, hopping from roof to roof to rendezvous with her partner. A few blocks away from the Louvre, the quiet, unassuming edifice of the Saint Germain l'Auxerrois stood tall and stoic, as it always did; its stately gothic arches and ancient pillars contrasting with the chaotic energy and noise of its modern surroundings.

Ladybug spotted the distant figure of Chat Noir at the balcony of the church’s bell tower, where they’d agreed to meet. He leaned on the railing, looking content as he observed the scenery.

She nimbly landed beside him and chirped, “Hey, you!”

He turned around, his countenance brightening instantly. “My Lady! It’s so great to see your lovely face again.”

Ladybug’s insides fluttered upon hearing him use her usual nickname, the feeling becoming increasingly familiar the more time she spent with him, both in and out of the costume.

“Um, I brought some snacks from a little shop down the street,” she said, lifting up a small bag to demonstrate.

“Yum! That sounds wonderful, thank you!” Chat reached into his belt pocket, bringing out a small, rectangular box. “And I brought some playing cards!”

“Cool! I love card games! Where’d you get them?” she asked, feigning ignorance.

Chat rubbed the back of his neck and smiled wide, his cheeks becoming rosy; a look that was simply adorable on him. “Marinette gave them to me, actually. She got me some boxes full of really amazing stuff she thought I’d like. And I swear, she’s gotta have magical powers or something, ‘cause they were all totally spot on.” He rubbed his arm absently. “She’s so nice... I can’t believe she went out of her way just to help me feel more at home.”

Ladybug’s cheeks grew warm, feeling almost guilty for hearing him talk about her secret identity in such a favorable way without him knowing. Unsure of how to reply, she wordlessly offered the bag so he could pick out a snack.

“So, how did the cashier react to seeing Ladybug walking into their shop?” he asked, reaching inside. “Was he surprised?”

She chuckled. “I didn’t buy them as Ladybug, silly. I got them as myself. My civilian self, that is.”

“Oh! O-of course,” he replied with an embarrassed smile. “It’s easy to forget you’re not always Ladybug. Th-that is– obviously you’re always Ladybug, b-but not necessarily walking around as Ladybug, it’s just… y-you– uhh…”

She giggled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, I know what you mean. We don’t know what the other looks like, so it’s hard to mentally picture anything else.” She placed a finger on her chin, tapping it thoughtfully. “I bet that in real life, you’re actually a pirate with a peg leg. A daring, swashbuckling outlaw with a hook for a hand and a secret cave full of gold,” she said jokingly. “Oh! But you like music, right? So, maybe you’re actually a professional violinist. World renowned! Or, since you’re pretty athletic, I bet you’re secretly a circus acrobat! Are you in Cirque du Soleil, by any chance?”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” he deadpanned. Then he leaned forward, quirking a flirtatious smile and waggling his eyebrows, and replied, “Obviously, I’m the quick-witted and dashing Han Solo type. Breaking hearts and taking names. People stop in the streets, jaws dropping, and they gape as I walk by, admiring my charms.”

“PFFT!” Ladybug snickered at his clowning and replied, lilting, “Oh, I’m sure. I can see it now.” Her voice went into a falsetto and she swooned, clasping her hands together, “Oh, Monsieur Solo Noir, you are such a handsome rogue! Won’t you whisk me away in your Catmobile into the sunset?”

He gave a small, amused hum. “So... you think I’m handsome, huh?” he asked, turning his body towards her, and straightened up his spine, placing a hand on his hip and cocking it with a smug grin.

Heat exploded throughout the girl’s body, all the blood rushing to her face. Plagg’s words about Chat’s crush suddenly popped to the forefront of her mind, and her thoughts became a jumble.

She stammered, “W-well, I mean, obviously you must already be aware th-that you’re conventionally attractive, b-but I-I, that is, it’s not like I just sit and ogle you like some kind of perv or something, but you’re definitely— y-you’re very– uhhh...” She continued babbling, hands flapping like flags.

Chat couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so adorable when you get all flustered, Buginette. And I really mean that in the best way.”

Ladybug pursed her lips together into a thin line. AUGH, this… this GUY!!! Why did she have to act so foolish around the two blond boys that she’d hung out with today?! She never knew she had a type. But that must be it, right?? That she apparently had a thing for tall, green-eyed blondes? Was that what was going on, or was she actually crushing on Chat Noir while already in love with Adrien? Was that even possible?? Was she simply projecting her desire to be loved onto Chat because she knew he had a crush on her, whereas Adrien did not? That would be unfair to him; he didn’t deserve to be some rebound love. She needed to figure out whether her feelings were genuine, or if she was just being shallow and largely motivated by hormones.

UGH!! Why was everything so incredibly confusing?! Not that it mattered. By this point, they both probably thought she was a giant clod, what with her tendency to constantly make an utter fool of herself.

Thankfully, Chat took pity on her and changed the subject back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. And actually, you were partly right. I am into music. Although I play piano, not violin.” He turned back towards the scenery, leaning on the balcony railing, and asked, “So, how about you? What are you like?”

Settling down from her utter failure at being suave, she replied, sighing, “Well… it’s hard to say. I’m a bit of a hot mess, actually.”

“Pfft, you?? No way! You always seem so on top of everything,” he replied, incredulous. “Although... I definitely believe the ‘hot’ part,” he teased with a wink.

Stifling a squeak, Ladybug’s insides seemed to seize up, and she fought the urge to jump off the belltower to prevent him from noticing her surely crimson-colored face. Attempting to sound aloof, she replied, “You flirt. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Would it upset you if I did?” he asked, voice inscrutable.

Her eyes popped open and she whipped her head around, the heat in her body inexplicably replaced with an uncomfortable chill down her spine. Was she... jealous?! She didn’t have any right to be. She had no claims on him. But knowing that didn’t make the thought of Chat lauding praise and paying special attention to someone else any less unpleasant, and she couldn’t help but feel mad at herself for feeling as such.

“Uh… I’m–” her gaze darted away nervously, trying to figure out what to say without embarrassing herself.

He scooted closer to her, shoulders almost touching, and leaned back on the balcony. He playfully bumped his hip against hers. “No need to be jealous, Bugaboo. Believe it or not, I’m actually kinda shy in real life, and pretty socially awkward; almost painfully so. Any attempts at flirting are clumsy at best, if I ever even bother to try.”

“I-I wasn’t jealous!” she huffed.

Veeerrrrry convincing, Marinette, she thought to herself.

“B-but anyway, I never knew that you were actually shy,” she continued. “You always seemed so confident.” It seemed there was a lot more to discover about her new partner; things she never would have guessed based on his demeanor, back when they were enemies.

Chat shifted the topic away from himself and began shuffling the cards as he sat on the floor. “So, before I interrupted you with my lame attempt at flirting, you were gonna talk about yourself. What do you do when you’re not Ladybug-ing and saving Paris from corrupted butterflies?”

Ladybug giggled and joined him on the floor as he dealt the cards. “Well, I enjoy making crafts, especially designing and making clothes. I’m great at baking. I love scrapbooking and journals. My favorite subject in school is art...”

A few hours, several games, and countless laughs later, the pair reluctantly agreed that it was time to part ways.

“Thanks for meeting up with me tonight, Ladybug,” Chat said, voice a bit quiet. “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time, so it really means a lot,” he added, timidly rubbing the back of his neck.

Ladybug’s stomach did a tiny flip. She wasn’t sure whether she was happy that he’d enjoyed himself because of her, or if she was sad because he’d hardly ever been allowed to have fun.

She shifted her weight, twiddling her fingers and replied, “I had a lot of fun too, Chat. I’m really glad we did this. We should turn it into a regular thing.”

He replied, voice husky, “I’d love that.” A shade of pink spread across his face, and he cleared his throat. He abruptly straightened up and sauntered towards her, wearing a smirk. “Soooo… can I walk you home?” he asked playfully. “I do want to be a gentleman for My Lady, after all.”

Ladybug snorted and lightly shoved his shoulder. “Nice try, Chaton. But a Lady’s gotta have her secrets.”

Before he could reply, Ladybug’s communicator beeped urgently with a notification, which could only mean one thing:

An akuma attack.

Ladybug sighed, stretching her arms over her head. “Welp… looks like our time together just got an extension.” She winked at Chat and asked, “Ready to go kick some akuma butt?”

He smiled, his hand reaching for hers and giving it a tight squeeze. “With pleasure.”

[bittybattybunny]

I am curious, how did the reunion between jelly belly murder au Ru and his parents go? Like, did they think their son was dead for tree years, only for Ru to suddenly contact them once he regained his memories?

I ACTUALLY DO HAVE THIS FULLY WRITTEN SOOO YOU GET FICLET :’3c

It is a little long but

it actually went really well.

They did think he was dead but they were also told ‘there was an accident so you can’t see him.’ they held a slight hope maybe it was a government conspiracy and their son would return

And Eclipse/Amaris was the one to contact them cuz he was too nervous!

“Ready?” She asked as she squeezed his hand tightly.

He took a deep breath and nodded. He began to fret, “W-what if they are mad?! What if they reject me?!” He panicked and flinched as his wife poked his nose.

“Arulius. Calm down.” She chuckled, “If they do so what. We’re trying to mend things.”

He groaned and ruffled his chestnut hair tipped in dark violet. “B-But Amaris! As far as they know I’m dead! Three years! Actually almost 4 years!” he chittered a bit and hung his head, “Now I’m some weird Alien mix. I didn’t even KNOW I was an alien mix!” he trilled sadly and leaned on her with a sigh, “I’m scared.”

“I’m right here.” she smiled as she nuzzled against him, “Weird alien or not you’re their son somewhat still. If anything I bet they’ll be happy to see you!”

“I don’t know. My stomachs are all flipping,” he mumbled as they headed towards the door.

Amaris stared, “Fancy.” she whistled. 

“Yeah, I um.. Come from a well off family.” he chuckled and nervously reached for the doorbell. He held his breath and gripped his wife tightly as his hearts beat erratically.

The door opened to an older woman in a wheelchair whose eyes grew wide as she looked up.

“Uh… Um... Hi… mom….” Arulius sheepishly spoke first. He couldn’t make eye contact but gasped as she moved closer and hugged him.

His eyes watered and he knelt down hugging her tightly. 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” he mumbled as he held onto her and she silently brushed his hair.

Amaris gave a soft smile and frowned only a moment seeing a stern-looking man appear behind the door. She waved, “Hello.” she smiled sweetly.

“Arulius.”

“Y-Yes?!” he shot straight up, standing firmly. He looked at the man waiting, face pale. He gasped as the man pulled him into a hug.

“H-Hi dad…” he mumbled, hugging him back.

Amaris smiled happily, hands folded behind her back, “I told you it’d work out you silly goose.”

“You must be Amaris.” The woman finally spoke in a soft tone. “Thank you for your call.”

“Of course~!” She sang happily, “He was pacing for over a week once his memories came back. I had to physically drag him from the car.” She giggled.

“A-Ammy.” Arulius frowned as his father finally let go. He flinched as his arm was punched. He rubbed the sore spot, “Hey…”

“Why are you so nervous about seeing your parents?! We thought you were DEAD!” His father scolded, “Honestly that was the best news we’ve had!”

“Well just… I um… Ammy… did you… mention... Um… my ‘condition’ to them?” he made air quotes as he spoke, “Or just… I was alive.” he gulped trying to not chitter.

“I figured that was something for you to tell them.” She admitted as they were led inside, “I’m just your wife for moral support.”

“WIFE?!” His father choked a bit, “W-what happened to Vanessa?! I knew a friend had emailed us but?! WIFE?!”

“Oh had I not mentioned that dear?” Arulius’s mother chuckled, “I thought I had. They even have children. Which I’m dying to meet.”

“W-well hold that thought, mom..” Arulius sighed, “Andy um… Isn’t normal. They inherited my… condition.” He looked at them as he held his hands up, “P-Please don’t freak out. I-It’s easier to show than trying to explain.”

“Arulius what is with you I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this timid since you decided to head to space.” His father sighed, “Alena can I smack our son?”

“Regis calm down. Ru sweetie you know we love you.” Alena sighed, hand on her cheek.

“I hope you... Keep that…” he sighed and looked at his wife who gave him a thumbs up. He let his features slide into his typical half human half alien look with glowing eyes and purple skin, “I um.. Accidently got… merged with an alien parasite…” he rubbed his neck ashamed, “It’s why I forgot I WAS Arulius law and not just… some body snatcher….” he sighed and held his face in his hands, “I know. This is wrong. I’m sorry I’m so sorr---” he flinched as his parents both moved to hug him. Yellow tears bubbled and dripped down his cheeks as he hugged them tightly.

When they let go Alena smiled, “So! When do I get to meet my grandbabies!” She grinned.

“Tomorrow if you like!” Amaris laughed, “We live over in New Horizon City, on the outskirts, big farm house so Ru can.. Um…” she frowned, “Relax?” she scrunched her nose, “this is not his uh… actually at this point I have no idea what counts as the “real” and not.”

“They all are. I guess that’s my… Subcontanian form?” he scowled thinking about it, “I uh turn into a really large monster snake… worm?? Ammy what the heck am I anyway? We’ve never really had to explain this.”

“Snake I think with a grub.” She snickered, “it’s quite interesting but he does great work when we’re in space. We’ve even been able to figure out new systems to prevent more cases.”

“Mmhm…” he fretted. He gave a heavy sigh as he rubbed his neck, “So yeah… I’m not dead but.. I’m not the same person as when I left and...Vanessa… she’s dead. For real. I… Pushed her out an airlock??”

“Ru context.” Amaris giggled, “Vanessa had the same thing occur but she was trying to murder everyone on the ship while he was preventing it.”

“Well, she was weirdly clingy so good riddance.” Regis sighed, “You two hungry? I have burgers and dogs on the grill.”

Arulius perked up, “Oh yes please!” he grinned revealing his sharp teeth.

“Ugh. Son go see a dentist.” His father laughed.

He covered his mouth and started to laugh with him. He smiled at his parents and at his wife. He pulled her close and kissed her cheek, “Thank You Amaris.”

“Mmhm.” she grinned, “Any time my love.” she kissed him back.

“That isn’t weird?” Regis chuckled.

“I’ve only ever known him like this so.” she grinned, “Ru is Ru. Oh right, our youngest is similar, Andy is a hybrid, so they have some weird bits. Harriet is my daughter from a previous… encounter.”

“I don’t regret killing him.” Arulius huffed. “I love Hattie so much. I’d do it again,” he growled, a loud chittering in his throat.

His mother stared with wide eyes, “Is that normal?”

“Ah!” he stopped looking away, “yeah. Sorry I’m… really weird now.” he laughed and scratched his cheek returning to his human look, “I even ate a damn pumpkin like an apple!” he grimaced, “what’s worse is I liked it. Or the turkey. The coffee beans. Ammy honestly why have you never stopped me?!”

She giggled, “Well how was I supposed to know you had a human life. I just thought you were a weird alien who looked humanish.” she snickered.

He rolled his eyes, “yeah I’m not living the pumpkins down. Gods. I am dreading when we speak to Sena next… Plus.. we need to talk about Craft and Marcus…”

“Hrm.. Maybe not. For now.” she put her fingers to her lips, “let’s just have a nice lunch and worry about the body-snatching later.” she grinned.

He sighed and pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “Fine.”

“So what do you do? Clearly you met up in space--” Regis chuckled heading to the back door to the yard. 

“I’m a biomechanical engineer!” Amaris smiled, “I fix medical equipment. But I also have a doctorate in biology. I got it while I was raising Hattie, my brother’s a geologist so he was part of the Horizon Program before I joined and that’s how I met Ru on my second space mission!”

“Mmhm.” he chuckled, “I never even used my degree in space. But then again I forgot I had one.” he laughed loudly.

He looked at his parents who smiled and grinned, “Just wait until you meet the kids!” he held his hands out as he began to talk about them.

Amaris smiled and pulled her phone snapping a photo of them laughing and texted it to Harriet with a big grin, want to meet your grandparents tomorrow? Or tonight if you can get Unca Sena to drive you.

She giggled as her husband waved her over and moved to join, holding his hand tightly.

[the-elusive-libbin]

My turn! I wanna ask you about headcanons for Ginti! How do you think he feels about getting fed and having his belly rubbed? What’s he like when he’s stuffed to the brim? :3c

Ohhh hello~ ^_^ I’ll try my best with this one. I know I’ve seen the anime three times but Ginti hardly got the screen time he deserved </3 I hope I can get it somewhat accurate for you.

So Ginti in the tsundere type and like all the “I’m not hungry/I don’t like belly rubs” types he’d definitely not admit to liking something along the lines of soft hands rubbing across his bloated belly. That doesn’t mean however that he’d be opposed to it. I’m pretty sure that if you got this boi in a comfortable position with a stuffed belly he’d find it hard to say no to you touching his belly. Sure he’s still be a bit tetchy and scoff at you for doing it but he’ll probably be trying his best to conceal a blush at the same time. Cute! Deep down I feel like he wants the attention and affection of another person if not just to combat the loneliness that comes with being an arbiter; that goes for physical contact too of course. Secretly he enjoys it but he’s likely not going to tell you that he does.

I like to think Ginti would, when stuffed to the gills at least try to act like it’s not effecting him....but this wouldn’t last too long. Firstly, his max capacity exceeds that of his waistband and would have to undo his trousers and possibly also his shirt buttons. No way would he want them to pop off in public! (Btw trousers are pants for all my non British friends) Secondly, the weight in his gut would be rather too much to bear due to the amount this man can actually pack away. Note: I see his stomach as being pretty stretchy. I can’t see him being able to completely pull off his cool, standoffish vibe when struggling with all of these factors. At the end of the day, Ginti prefers to fill up when he’s alone to save the humiliation of anyone seeing his stomach the way it is. ....which is why Mayu was such an enigma. She made him act in ways he wasn’t used to. Maybe it was because she was occupying his space? Maybe it was the ‘unwanted’ affection? But either way, if she saw him all stuffed, she’d comment on it and rub and poke at his belly, making him fluster up and yell profanities in the process. A little bit of humiliation goes a long way you see. Maybe if he’d have gotten closer to her, he’d become less and less angry and flustered at being full and actually start to enjoy the feeling. When Ginti is alone and stuffed, he has no need to act stern because there is simply no point, he is alone. In these cases, the arbiter will just lean back all comfortable, arms behind his head as his belly gurgles loudly to itself. Maybe he regrets eating so much? But then maybe he secretly enjoys that overly full feeling deep down.

[in-tua-deep]

Instant arrival au: Leonard being a creep to Five and Vanya witnessing it and realizing Alisson told her the truth about him being strange. Meanwhile Leonard realize it's easier to trick a child then an adult and everyone starts being even more protective. (baby Five in school shorts is so cute

it’s been so LONG for everyone else who forgot about the instant arrival au it’s right here ;3c

adsfFDGD honestly?? I could see it, like Five is bouncing about and running around so it wouldn’t be too difficult for Leonard to corner Five - it probably happens when Five goes to Leonard’s house to find Vanya and ends up finding his dad’s notebook but before he reads it? but Vanya is doing something in the other room and Leonard is looking at Five and realizes how young he is and perhaps how easy it might be to manipulate not one but TWO members of the umbrella academy (of course, five is also part of his targets so he would be discarded later but always useful to have even temporary allies)

so he has free reign to lowkey be like “Oh you’re the missing kid from the Umbrella Academy! That’s so sad. Your family gave you up for dead, that’s gotta hurt. I don’t think they even looked for you when you went missing, just tossed up that portrait and called it a day. Clearly they didn’t miss you too badly, too wrapped up in their own issues and drama. It just seems an awful shame they don’t care about you.”

and Five is sort of sitting there like “look, leon peabrain or whoever the fuck you are, my siblings are shit. honestly. they’re the fucking worst. allison once rumored me into doing the macarena for six straight hours. diego broke my calculator and instead of confessing wrote me a serial killer note out of cut out magazines to pretend a villain did it. they are the most dysfunctional idiots you will ever meet but even though they’re all idiots they’re MY fucking idiots and only i can call them that so like. step off.” but also he’s wondering a little bit now?? some vulnerability showing

and Vanya, who didn’t mean to eavesdrop but was coming to find Five overhears all this. and hello? she’s included in that family, thank you. and also Leonard doesn’t know their family? He doesn’t know what they went though? He’s not the authority on what they do and don’t do? Vanya missed Five with her whole ass heart. She left the lights on for him. She left him out peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches. The whole family persuaded Klaus into trying to summon him, assuming he was dead for a long while, until Klaus cracked under the pressure. They scoured through newspapers and articles looking through the craziest conspiracy theory magazines looking for any mention of blue glows or disappearing children or anything that could hint that Five was alive in the months following his disappearance

So she steps in and Leonard look up with an “oh shit” expression on his face and Vanya is just sort of coldly like “get your things together, Five, we’re leaving” and Five scuttles out of the room because look,, Vanya has a Big Angry Grown-Up face on and considering his adult role models. yeah he gets out of dodge

but on the bright side he ends up snooping just a tiny bit and steals the journal back which is a useful tool that will help him later

but Vanya is just like “I think you need to find yourself a new violin teacher.” all firm and cold and Leonard is talking and making excuses but Vanya is frankly too angry to listen to him tbh bc like. Five is her brother. He’s a child. He takes priority. (plus honestly listening to someone manipulate someone else is a whole other kettle of fish to recognizing it when they do it to you so)

and then she grabs Five and exits the house and they catch a cab or something and they’re just awkwardly in the back of the cab and Vanya is sort of like,, “Hey, you didn’t believe him, right?” and at the telling silence she’s just like “Five. I missed you every day. I had this - this stupid thought that you might come home and find the house all dark and would leave again, so I left the lights on for you every night. I left peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches and left them in the hallway in case you were hungry when you came back, and I think Pogo ended up stepping on half on them. Dad wouldn’t let us look for you on his time, but we did look. We missed you, have no doubts about that.”

and it’s just. an emotional moment. there’s at least one long hug exchanged, possibly crying, and Five is VALIDATED

and that’s what i have to say about that lmao