#it’s actually kind of miraculous that i’m not a furry considering i was such a fucking warrior cats deviantart kid

[tortellinigirl]

i’ve gotten into sewing lately, and i’ve specifically been sewing plushies and as a result, my tiktok algorithm started showing me sewing tiktoks and eventually some of those were fursuit sewing tiktoks and honestly furries are so deeply entertaining. it’s like baby sensory videos to me idk. the colors and textures are sooo mesmerizing. not to mention drama in the furry community is soooo fucking insane????? i fucking love drama that has absolutely nothing to do with me it’s the best

[looney-mooney-studio]

I'm Guessing it was too easy to give Max Fluff and Sam Barkk.

Alright, so. Listen. It’s not about what animals they ACTUALLY ARE, it’s about what CONCEPTS they BEST EMBODY. Miraculous Ladybug is basically if they decided to make a Sam and Max-style point-and-click adventure game into a French magical girl anime. (And they didn’t even have to update the render engine!) I mean, come on. The convoluted solutions, the ambling but homey pacing, the guess-and-check style problem solving - not to mention the absolutely batshit INSANE lore - makes the two properties feel more similar than you’d assume at first. Or at least, to ME it does. But then again, I’m sorta known for making weird connections and going way too far with them LOL

Anyway. As Adrien and Marinette are the heart of Miraculous Ladybug, so too are Sam and Max the heart of… well…. Sam and Max. Both pairs love eachother deeply. Both pairs are partners, in life, crime, crime-stopping, and affection. Both pairs are best friends, partners, and lovers, with a love deeper than the friggen ocean and far, FAR stronger than fate. The parallels might be muddled by Marinette and Adrien being stereotypically sweet heterosexual teenagers, and Sam and Max being violent middle-aged gay furries, but when you peel back those layers they’re just. IDK. It feels the same, you know? The ambiguity of it all, the deep love that exists beyond whatever labels you wanna slap onto it, and the desire to work together to stop the incredibly bizarre villainy threatening a specific city.

Also. What kind of MONSTER would I be to even CONSIDER putting Max in a world where he COULD be the Demi-god of Destruction, and then NOT GIVE HIM THAT? Or to put Sam in a world where there exists a superpower that gives the user random objects to defeat villains via elaborate and convulsed solutions, and then NOT GIVE HIM THAT? For shame.

Besides which, Max shouldn’t be in charge of maintaining the timeline, it’s too much power for him and he’d get a horrible headache and ALSO that would NOT mix well with his chronic memory loss. He’s MAYBE be good using Fluff for like, an adventure or two, but it certainly shouldn’t be his DEFAULT. As for Sam with Barkk? Uh. Barkk wasn’t. A THING yet when I first made this AU? And like. Even if it was, it’s. It’s kinda limited. I mean I know Felix fucked everything up with it but that’s cuz he’s FELIX. Sam deserves a power that gives him more flexibility, and more opportunities to make convoluted rube-Goldberg-esque solutions. Maybe Flint Paper can have Barkk, I dunno. Though I feel like maybe that invulnerability superpower suits him better

[amberwild420]

one step back, two steps forwards (pt. 15)

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the new wolf

Wow! Humans made so many interesting new things!

 A white blob floated around in the room as Kaylan sighed before ignoring the said white blob in favor of doing her homework.

 After Marinette/ladybug left, Kaylan opened the box and got assaulted by a bright light. As soon as it subdued, she looked at the white blob in front of her. It was a Kwami for sure. It was furry. With dark green eyes and long tail.

Kaylan raised an eyebrow and poked it in the……..tummy?

 Keep your dirty paws to yourself you human.

 From the squeaky voice that was not matching the description, Kaylan figure the ‘it’ was actually a ‘she’.

 My hands are clean…………..if you count out the blood I’ve spilled until now.

 The last part was a mumble but the Kwami heard it anyway. The said Kwami let out a predatory grin, before she float towards her.

 You passed my test my new pup!

 I’m your what?

 My pup! Like Tikki has her bug, Plagg has his kitten blah, blah. Anyway, how long has it been since I got a new pup. Maybe a couple of centuries! This is great! Oh look at how different your hut is compared to my last chosen.

 It’s an apartment, not a hut.

 Oh is that a modern fancy word used these days. You humans change a lot.

 Kaylan felt her eyes twitching.

Great. Now I have to teach a Kwami everything before I can get my desired information. This is gonna be looonnnnggggg!!!!!

And that brought them to the present time. After wasting her weekend to teach a Kwami about the time change and the new inventions from the last time she saw them and introducing her to the miracles of the internet, she was done.

 She wasn’t able to get a hold on Marinette but she promised in the passing that she would keep her secret. She ignored the grateful look and got home quickly in case her mother found out about the miraculous.

 Yeah. Like hell I’ll do that.

Looking at the said Kwami that looked around the things before asking her of their names and then running off to find them on the internet made her amused. A lot. Sure she was new to the century and all the inventions but she was a good learner.

 Her smile wavered before it vanished. Her antics remind her of someone. A flash of nostalgia passed her eyes, before she was deep in her memory.

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Kaylan. Are you feeling alright?

 Kaylan woke up from her stupor before meeting the concerned eyes of her mother. The food in front of her was untouched. The spoon in her hands was mingled badly.

 Veronica had flashing purple eyes looking at her daughter before they returned to their warm brown color. Kaylan looked at the spoon in shock.

 Kaylan. What’s wrong baby? You haven’t lost control in so long. Is everything alright. Did you and Marinette had some kind of misunderstanding? Did that liar said something to you? I swear if she said something to you I………

 It not that. I was just deep in the memory.

 Kaylan whispered before putting her head on her mother’s shoulder.

 Are you feeling alright? Your emotions are all over the place. It’s not good with Hawkmoth and all.

 Kaylan didn’t said anything but smiled reassuringly at her mother. She might tell her. In the future that is.

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Nova, the Kwami of balance, stared at her chosen. Sure it has been a while she got a new chosen but they all had one thing in common. Their extra-ordinary abilities that came from within.

 You said you are superior to all the miraculous for you dual abilities. Aren’t you just exaggerating? The dragon user has 3 types of abilities.

 And they were way too smart. Smarter than their own good.

 Well, it’s the elemental ability only. I have both the creative and destructive ability. That’s why I’m superior.

 Oh and what’s that?

 That depends on you.

 Kaylan raised an eyebrow in disbelief. One thing she was sure was that her magic was complementary to miraculous magic but not too much. Using spells while in the suit won’t be a problem but it won’t allow her to tear the glamor off of other’s mask.

 She can have super strength (courtesy to her enhancement magic), speed ability to cast spells. But the major problem was the special ability of the miraculous.

 Are you sure this is not some kind of test. Again.

Nova was not easy to accept her as her chosen. Despite her being in resonance with each other, Nova would try many trials unexpectedly.

 All of my pups had different abilities. It depends on their need. Since I’m balance, a substitute for either of the main for a short while, I have my abilities according to the situation.

 In other words no one gets the same ability as before.

 Nova shrugged before biting the jerky strip. Kaylan immersed in the deep thought. Surely she could see the hidden messages in their conversation. It would be foolish to think that the black cat has any other chance to keep his miraculous.

 Otherwise, the stress wouldn’t be on the main miraculous. Since she is going to be balance, she will have to keep the miraculous of creation going in the absence of destruction.

 She tapped impatiently on the table while thinking about a lot of possibilities. Should she talk to ladybug? Considering she had her identity figured out, there is no way she can’t connect the dots for the rest of the two.

 Kagami, Luka. You seriously need a better glamour charm.

 Kaylan sighed with a helpless smile. She looked at her Kwami who was looking up something on internet while chewing the jerky she provided. She didn’t even noticed the slight curve of her lips.

 The new wolf huh? Not that I hate it.

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[artxyra]

I got another request! So, Jason is Red Hood at the time when he sees Marinette clutching a backpack (it has the miraculous box inside and some essentials and clothing) as she was falling from a portal (even tho a cloud was covering it so it looked like she was falling from the sky) into a river. He jumps in, saves her, and says something like "Holy sh*t I just saved an angel" He stays hidden for 2 weeks helping her until the fam meet her. [Anything you want from here but end goal is daminette]

It was close to midnight when the Red Hood notice that something was up. Little did he knew was that his next encounter with someone would have changed his entire life. He looked up to the cloudy night sky that always plagues Gotham, nothing felt out of the place. Well, the moment lasted into his begins to see a silhouette of someone falling from the sky. The person was coming down fast, real fast.

Rushing to what he presumed to be the persons landing grounds, he failed to realize that the person wasn’t going to reach the cold hard concrete ground but the river not far from him. As the person was falling quickly than anticipated, he ditched his jacket and ran towards the river.

Splash. Splash.

He breaks for air pulling the formerly falling person with him to shore. Back on dry land, the Red Hood was finally able to get a good look at the person he saved.

“Holy shit, did I just save an Angel?” He whispers to himself brushing back strands of dark hair that clings to the girl’s face.

Looking around for any signs of help coming, he picks the girl up into his arms and disappears into the night, not caring that it was his night to patrol.

Marinette woke up the next day with a massive headache. Quickly leaning upward, she calls out for Tikki as she searches through the blankets looking for her backpack. It hasn’t registered to Marinette that wasn’t at home nor was she in Paris anymore.

Tikki flies up to Marinette, giving the panic guardian a sense of reassurance.

“Where am I? Kaalki?” Marinette finally takes in her bearings as she touches face noticing the lack of glasses that is the horse miraculous.

“Kaalki’s fine, Marinette. Your entry coming here was rather shaky.” Tikki states keeping close to Marinette as the realization hits her. Turning to the side table, Marinette sees the horse miraculous and puts.

“Kaalki, where did that portal send us?” Kaalki finally appears but she scoffs and looks around the room.

“The portal sent us to a place called Gotham. In the Americas, apparently.” Kaalki answers before flying off to who knows where.

“Gotham, like in the Batman comics?” Marinette says before groaning resting her hand over her forehead and lay back down. All she could do is think, how was this possible.

“Hey Angel from the sky, you alright in there?” A voice startles her out of the bed. She stares at the tall muscular man in front of her. He has a turf of white in his dark hair, blue eyes, and wearing the worst kind of leather jacket she has ever seen in her life.

Racking through her brain, she tries to find the words to say in English, “Uh… and you are?”

“I should be asking you the same, but the names Jason, and you look like someone who has been trucked over, twice,” Jason says cautiously take a few steps forward.

Marinette’s shoulders relax. “I’m Marinette.”

Marinette walks over to Jason, shaking his hand, thus creating one of the most cherished siblings’ bonds ever created in the city of Gotham.

Over the course of a week, Jason quickly learned that Marinette’s English wasn’t that great (she knew basic English, but then again who doesn’t know anything past basic English), he also learned that Marinette was only sixteen almost seventeen, just a year younger than this youngest brother. Marinette had learned that Jason lives by himself in this rundown apartment complex, though he does spend a handful of times over at his adoptive family’s house. She also learned he really enjoys guns and rock music, so of course they bond over Jagged Stone’s latest new album.

At the beginning of her second week in Gotham, Marinette was growing anxious and a little stir crazy. After Jason had left to go to work, she decided that it would do her and the kwamis well to leave the apartment and explore. She doesn’t know why, but she found herself drawn to the park.

Pulling out the remains of one her sketchbook, she finds a dainty little bench underneath a tree far away from people. Looking around, inspiration hits her, so she begins sketching out an outline.

Marinette doesn’t know how long it has passed until a ball dropped in front of her. She sets the sketchbook aside and is immediately greeted by black Great Dane wagging his tail. Marinette giggles before bending down to search for a name tag.

“Titus?” Marinette mutters before scratching Titus’ head and neck.

Titus nudges the ball towards her getting the message to Marinette. She managed to play ball with her new furry friend until a concerned voice calls out the dog’s name. The person she assumes is Titus’ owner walks in fury towards her direction.

“Hi, he came over to me…” The owner cuts her off turning his attention to the dog who wags his tail in the owner’s face before walking over to Marinette. Marinette tries and fails to conceal her laughter.

The owner sighs and turns his attention to Marinette, “Damian.”

“Damian,” Marinette test the name, “Well you have a very nice dog. Actually, I’m very thankful for him pulling me out of my zone.” She holds out her hand. Damian shakes it after a moment of eyeing her down.

“Titus does have a tendency to do that.” She’s beginning to wonder if Damian was a person against small talk or better yet talking about himself.

Marinette bends down to say goodbye but not before wishing to see him and Damian again in the future.

Damian turns to Titus who does the same, and Damian could have sworn that he says a smirk on that dog’s face.

After their first encounter, Damian and Marinette continuously met at the park. Their second encounter was by pure accident. Marinette had wanted ice cream the following day and decided to enjoy her soft serve back on that dainty bench. Titus wanted to get out again, so Damian took him back to the park around the same time. After that, they decided to meet at the park every day around the same time.

As another week past by, Marinette finally began to wonder what was going on in Paris. She doubts that any besides her parents would care that she was missing, but she can’t help but wonder whether that person (or group) that was after her left Paris alone.

As Marinette grow closer to Damian, she did the same with Jason. He even took her to the shooting ring for practice one night and was blown away by her aim. Jason now swears that if Bruce doesn’t adopt his newly claimed sister then he would find a way to do it legally.

After having Marinette to his lonesome for two weeks, Jason decided that it might be best to introduce her to the family against every bone in his body. He knows that Marinette is hiding something, but it also seemed like she didn’t know what she was hiding also.

“Hey Pixie-Pop, you would you mind coming with to B’s house?” He asks on that faithful Sunday morning, which is odd considering Sundays were the days he typically leaves Marinette to herself.

“Sure,” She pauses for a moment, “Are you sure that they wouldn’t mind? I hate to be—” She rambles on getting a chuckle out of the older male.

“Nah, Pixie-Pop, they wouldn’t mind.” He tells her easing her growing anxiety.

Marinette smiles up at him before rushing into the guestroom that slowly became her room.

On the back of Jason’s bike reminded her of her Nona. In fact, every time she rides with him it’s a constant reminder of her Nona, the rush of wind blowing through her hair. The feeling of someone close to you knowing that you’re most likely being protected. Marinette had dreamed of getting a bike of her own when she older and in case she can never return to Paris perhaps Jason would be willing to teach her.

“Jay-Jay this a house, it’s a mansion.” Were the first few words upon entering the Wayne Manor grounds. Jason laughs it off by rubbing her head and motioning for her to follow him.

“Sup nimrods, I’m back and I brought a guest. Treat her right and there will be no bullets shooting tonight.” He calls out to the group of people settled into the room.

Marinette squirms underneath all the glances she was receiving but upon seeing the familiar sight of green eyes and a certain Great Dane, she slowly became at ease.

“Hey Damian, I didn’t know you lived here.” Well, ring the alarms because immediately she is greeted by screams of all kinds some projected to the green-eyed teen while one was projected to her.

Ignoring the commotion that is aimed at him, Damian curtly nods to Marinette as Titus rushes over to her. “Hi, Angel.” Cue another round of commotion.

So, dinner was a complete mess, well not like food is thrown everywhere kind of a mess but it was an emotional disaster. Tim was knocked over the table, the like of caffeine and sleep finally getting to him. Dick and was having a heated conversation with Jason about Marinette, all while Bruce sat there in silence. Secretly he was hoping for the chance of grandchildren in the future if this girl can make it through with his family.

Once Damian had finished his food and notice how uncomfortable Marinette is, they managed to disappear down the halls to who knows where. Alfred walks in shaking his head all while cleaning up the dishes.

Marinette ended up moving into Wayne Manor just days after the dinner at the request of Jason who ended up tag-teaming with Bruce. It didn’t take her long to figure their secret identities and it wasn’t long after that when they question her as to why she was declared missing and presumed dead in Paris. Let just say that was another heated conversation because it unleashed a whole lot of emotions.

Damian finally worked up the courage to ask the bluenette out after her staying with them for over a month. Both of them were too afraid of ruining the friendship they created. Not long after they started dating, Marinette learned that the people who were after her in Paris were a part of some cult under the name League of Assassins. This is then prompted Damian to talk about his past and Marinette telling the family that she had known their identities for quite some time. It didn’t them long to meet the kwamis and adding Ladybug to their personal alliance.

Marinette only went back to Paris after some convincing from the Batfamily to at least give her parents some sort of closure that their daughter is safe. She took Kaalki to make the trip easy. Her parents were, of course, mad at her for not contacting them sooner, but after she explained everything it was Sabine that had some choice words to say to some “old co-workers” of hers from her early teen and adult years. As much as they didn’t want Marinette to leave, her parents knew their daughter was happier in Gotham than she ever was after the whole Hawkmoth ordeal and even both that. Her missing person case was closed, and Marinette went back to Gotham with the promise to come to see them again in the summer.

Damian and Marinette finally shared their first kiss with each other after a couple of months of dating. It was Titus that pushed them to do at the park underneath the bench where they meet.

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[nobodyfamousposts]

My-Crack-ulous: The Movie Trailer

Happy April Fools, everybody! (Yes, I know I’m late. No, I don’t care.)

When a villain attacked…

“Go forth my akuma! And evilize him!”

The corrupted butterfly flew up to the window.

And kept running into the glass repeatedly as the window was still closed.

“Dammit! I bought this stupid thing to be automatic! Hawk Moth cursed to himself as he kept trying to hit the button to no effect. Eventually he gave up and was forced to call Nathalie to have her open the window by hand while he made a note to fire the contractor.

When a Guardian was beyond reach…

Fu and Wayzz gaped in horror at the breaking news in Paris from their apartment in Hawaii.

“Master! It’s Nooroo! Someone has found the Butterfly Miraculous!”

“And is using it for evil.” Fu replied, narrowing his eyes. “We must act.”

“But Master, we’re halfway across the world!”

Fu pulled out his cellphone and dialed the airport to arrange for a ticket to Paris.

He was immediately put on hold.

When a monster was unleashed…

“Ivan?” Bustier asked.

“Not anymore!” The hulking rock monstrosity answered. “Now I’m Stoneheart!”

“That’s nice, Ivan—er—Stoneheart, but you still need to say ‘here’ for role call.” She admonished him, gesturing to his many terrified yet still seated classmates who had previously been waiting to be marked for attendance.

“Oh. Sorry.”

When a miracle wasn’t there…

“It’s okay, Marinette.” She worked to reassure herself as she carried the box of macarons to school. “It’s the first day of school. That means a new school year. New changes. New chances. Now to go out there and show them what you’re made of!”

She squared up her shoulders, held her head high, and prepared herself for whatever the school year would bring.

“RAAAAAH!” Stoneheart yelled, stomping down the street and causing random destruction. People were running. Cars were being thrown. Loud noises and screams filled the streets.

She stared.

Her grip on the box was lost and many macaroons went falling out and onto the concrete.

“Nope.”

And promptly turned right back around and went home.

When Paris cried out for help…

“NOOO!” Chloe screeched from position trapped in the monster’s grip. “I chipped a nail!”

The mayor gasped in horror. “Chloe! Oh no!”

Roger gave him a dirty look from the side where he stood with his broken arm and surrounded by a number of other injured officers. All of them incredulous over the mayor bemoaning his daughter’s chipped nail.

One hero answered…

A figure could be seen standing proudly beyond a den of smoke.

“Who dares?!” Stoneheart demanded.

The figure approached, revealing itself—

“HOO HOOT!” The Owl called as he threw a net at the surprised Stoneheart.

“What the—?!”

“Now I’ve got you!” 

His identity unknown.

“Is that Principal Damocles?” Nino wondered.

“Affirmative.” Max replied.

“Wow.” Kim marveled. “I don’t believe it…”

“Tell me about it.” Alix snarked.

Kim grinned, excitedly. “Our Principal was a furry this whole time!”

Everyone else facepalmed.

His abilities a mystery…

“A hidden lair. An armored costume. All sorts of gadgets. Where did you even get these things?!” Mendelieve demanded.

“Google.”

She frowned.

“I see…”

A pause.

“And pray tell, exactly how much of a school budget do we have that you could afford it all?”

Damocles coughed and looked away.

A lone hero.

Damocles stood tall as he stared down the young student before him. 

“I know you want to help, young lady. But it is much too dangerous for you to be fighting monsters.”

Marinette stared in confusion. “What?”

He shook his head. “No. Don’t try to argue with me! I’m only looking out for your safety!”

“But I didn’t—”

He looked down at her, his eyes shining with something almost like tears. “I know the call of justice is strong, but you are young! And you deserve a chance at a normal life!”

“I never said—”

He sighed. “I can’t stop you, can I?”

“I’m not—”

“Even if I say no, you’ll just go out there anyway.”

“Actually no—”

“Very well! You can be my sidekick!”

A slow blink.

“What?”

Standing alone against an unknown foe…

“Dad, I think we need to talk.”

“Adrien, go to your room.”

“I know you miss Mom a lot…”

“I’m pretty sure I just told you to go to your room.”

“And her loss was hard on us all.”

“Room, Adrien.”

“But I think the way you’re handling it isn’t healthy.”

“What?!” Gabriel gasped, affronted. “How can you say that?!”

“Well for one,” Adrien replied, “You’re wearing a weird suited luchador getup.”

Gabriel looked down, realizing he was still currently transformed as Hawk Moth. Multiple butterflies floated around, adding to the incriminating appearance and showing that he was, in fact, the real Hawk Moth.

“And for another,” Adrien continued, “WE’RE IN MY ROOM.”

…

…

…

“Oh.”

The city against him…

“Whoever could this mysterious hero be?” Nadja Chamack asked on her show, sounding almost bored as she read the words off the prompter in an almost sarcastic manner.

The Mayor was shown at a press conference. “Paris has no need for vigilantes who take the law into their own hands, even if it’s against a terrorist with magical powers that said hero is currently the only one who can deal with. And certainly isn’t using government funds to combat. Wink. Wink.”

“So we’re just going to pretend we don’t know who this guy is?” One officer asked another.

“But…don’t we know?”

“Everyone knows.”

In Hawk Moth’s Lair…

“WHO IS THIS MAN?!” Hawk Moth shouted angrily over a table of newspaper clippings. “And how does he keep foiling my carefully laid plans?”

“You mean the carefully-laid plan you made to attack the city you happen to be in to get magical jewelry you don’t even know is here thinking the exact ones you want will just crop up?” Adrien questioned, sardonically.

“Adrien, I don’t believe I let you out of your room.”

“You let your stupid butterflies take it over!"

"I TOLD YOU THEY NEED THE SPACE!"

His enemies conspire…

Adrien smirked at the picture of Damocles putting on the Owl mask.

“Well, that was easy. I suppose the only thing left to do is tell father.”

Chloe groaned. “No. Adrikens no.”

“What?”

“Your dad’s designs are bad enough. He does NOT need help from Principal Damocles.”

They move against him…

"Hey dad.” Adrien said upon entering the mansion. “School was great—thanks for finally letting me go, by the way. I made some friends, impressed the teachers, and found out that my principal is the Owl."

Gabriel looked up from his conspiracy board and squinted at Adrien. “Who let you out of your room this time?"

“The butterflies.” Adrien deadpanned.

Ever plotting evil…

“Clearly he’s using an Owl Miraculous!” Gabriel exclaimed.

“Whyyyy?” Adrien drawled, annoyed and just wanting to have a normal dinner in peace. A normal, non-villainy-focused dinner.

“Well, he’s the Owl! What else would he be?”

“An old man with a fetish?”

“Don’t be foolish, Adrien! How else would he defeat my akumas if he didn’t have magic?”

Adrien rolled his eyes. “Because it’s not like your akumas are stupid or your plans are dumb.”

“Quite right.” Gabriel said with a resolute nod. “It’s clearly a work of genius! And only magic could counter it!”

He wasn’t serious…

“Now why is there no mention of an Owl Miraculous in the book?”

“Clearly it must be the most powerful!”

Adrien just thumped his head against the table in exasperation.

But even so, the hero will not falter…

“Yeah, sorry about this.” Chat Noir shrugged apologetically before moving to attack.

“A battle between sidekicks!” The Owl exclaimed gleefully. “Go get him, Spooky! I shall deal with the akuma!”

“I TOLD YOU I’M NOT YOUR SIDEKICK!” She shouted after him as he took off towards the rampaging monster. “Why does no one listen?”

Seeing the interaction between them, Chat Noir paused. “Wait—you, too?”

“What?”

“Is he your dad?”

She shook her head. “No. Just a neglectful mentor who kind of dragged me into this.”

“Oh. Same. Except mine can’t in any way be considered a mentor. And there was no ‘kind of’ about this. Or any choice altogether.”

She frowned. “Then why are you helping him?”

“Because 'My father is an evil supervillain' isn't a valid reason for the courts to accept emancipation apparently.”

A pause.

“Are…are you okay?”

He stared at her in shock.

“That’s the first time anyone’s ever asked me that.”

Whatever may happen…

From above, video footage shows the Owl was climbing the tower. Pulling himself ever upward and towards his foe. Bearing a fierce look on his face as he prepares for battle.

A different angle shows he’s maybe a couple feet off the ground and panting heavily.

“Am I at least halfway there yet?”

He will protect this city…

The Eiffel Tower fell over.

And he will save us all…

Stoneheart trudged by, still covered in a net and entirely unconcerned with it or the man still attached

“I think he’s giving up!” The Owl coughed out as he continued to be dragged along after. “Any minute now!”

[angelofthequeers]

Bullseye

Rating: T

Summary: Nino's invited his friends for a nice night of darts with him and his father. Nothing could possibly go wrong...right?

Slot: 1-2.5k fic

Written for an anonymous donator for the @mlbforblm drive as a pool request!  The donations go directly to Color of Change, an organisation for racial justice, and don’t pass through our hands at all. I’ve still got slots open, so come and commission me or another of the amazing contributors!

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“I can’t believe you guys agreed to this,” Nino says as he follows his father Mehdi into the small building, Alya’s fingers linked with his. Marinette and Adrien trail behind, murmuring to each other about something to do with roofs and picnics, but Nino doesn’t pay them much mind because short of being secret superheroes, there’s not much they can do about a rooftop picnic. Hmm. Maybe he should ask Ladybug for their Miraculouses and take Alya on a rooftop picnic one night. Alya’s always loved leaping and sprinting through the city, with the wind streaming through her bushy brown ponytail, and his stomach flutters at the memory of Rena Rouge’s impish grin during their flirtatious banter, while Chat Noir turns his charms on Ladybug, and she facepalms –

“Like we were gonna leave you to deal with this by yourself,” Alya’s saying when Nino finally manages to drag himself back down to earth. “You’ve helped me babysit the little demons so many times. What’s one night of darts?”

“Trust me, dude, after this, you’ll be begging for a whole week with E-squared,” Nino says. Alya rolls her eyes at his nickname for her sisters, but her mouth twitches so he figures he’s not in too much trouble. “He reckons he’s the next Phil Taylor.”

“That doesn’t seem so bad,” Adrien pipes up.

“Do you wanna know how many times he doesn’t hit the dart board? And then says that he’s just waiting for his lucky break?”

“…Oh.”

The pub is small and brightly lit without being overwhelming, giving it a nice, cosy air that always leaves Nino in a good mood even with his father acting like he’s two seconds away from representing France in the Olympics. The bartender waves at them as they head for the little party of fellow darts club members near the darts board, weaving between tables – or, in Marinette’s case, being piggybacked by Adrien as though they’re in a minefield, so that she doesn’t trip and cause a minor earthquake with her clumsiness. Though Marinette’s scowling rather grumpily, Nino’s certain that she’s not actually mad at being carried; not when it’s Adrien who’s carrying her, without treating her like a fragile porcelain doll.

“Nino!” Beefy Henri grins and holds out a fist for Nino to bump. “Brought some fresh meat, eh?”

“Yeah.” Nino laughs and scratches the back of his head with his free hand. “This is my girl, Alya. And the two behind us are Adrien and Marinette.”

“We wanted to see the next Phil Taylor for ourselves,” Alya says, nudging Nino. Henri eyes Mehdi, who’s chatting up a storm with the other club members, and snorts.

“You’ll be waiting a while then, girlie,” he says. Alya smirks.

“Good thing I plan on sticking around for a while, then.”

Oh. Nino’s stomach flutters at the implication of Alya’s words. God, how he loves this girl.

“Darts!” Mehdi holds up a dart and turns to face the teens. “How about we give the guests of honour first go?”

“Um, I think I’ll just watch,” Marinette says with a nervous laugh. Mehdi shakes his head.

“Nonsense!”

“But I’m –”

“Come on and let the master show you!”

Marinette shoots a wide-eyed look at Nino, then gulps and approaches Mehdi, while Adrien sidles over to stand with Nino, Alya, and Henri near the board. Nino instinctively takes a step away. He loves Marinette, he really does, but there’s no way he’s going to entrust her with his safety when she’s got a sharp object in her hands.

“Remember that it’s all in the movement,” Mehdi says. “Feet apart!”

Marinette visibly resigns herself to her fate and spreads her feet. Mehdi pauses with his hands just above her shoulders until she nods, then guides her so that she’s side-on from the dartboard with her right foot forward.

“Now, make sure you’re holding the barrel.”

“The what?”

In response, Mehdi positions Marinette’s fingers around the barrel of the dart, then lifts her right arm so that her forearm is at a square angle to her face.

“Don’t hold it too tight,” Mehdi says. “Just take aim…and shoot!”

Right before Marinette releases the dart, a feeling of cold foreboding washes over Nino; the kind of foreboding that one gets when their life is about to flash before their eyes. He jumps back behind Henri and pulls Alya with him, leaving poor Adrien as the unsuspecting sacrifice who’s grinning and cheering Marinette on as she squares her shoulders and then throws with determination.

THOCK.

Alya’s hands fly up to cover her mouth, muffling her choked gasp, while Nino’s eyes bulge out of his head. Every other person in the room is deathly silent. Hell, a white-faced Marinette doesn’t even look like she’s breathing.

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “Oh my god!”

“What?” says Adrien, while everyone else stares at him. Nino’s about two seconds from asking if there’s a Unicorn Miraculous, because if he had to think of a piece of magic jewellery for Adrien right now, that’d be his pick.

“You’ve –” Nino numbly gestures to his own head. “You’ve got –”

Adrien just blinks and frowns. How he can’t feel the dart that’s sticking out of his forehead, Nino has no bloody clue. Alya, meanwhile, is shaking as though she can’t decide whether to laugh or freak out. Probably the latter, considering that she hasn’t even pulled out her phone to snap pictures.

“Um,” Mehdi says. “This isn’t what I –”

“Oh my god, it’s in your forehead!” Marinette shrieks. Adrien blinks again and reaches up to fumble for the dart sticking out of the skin of his brow.

“Huh,” he says. “So it is.”

That seems to be Alya’s breaking point; she bursts into hysterical laughter and doubles over, clutching at one of the tables for support. Nino’s unsure whether he’ll ever feel anything again other than the dumbstruck numbness currently settling on him, while Marinette’s face is turning a nice shade of green à la Carapace’s suit.

“Dude,” Nino says. “How the hell are you fine?”

Adrien shrugs. “I can’t even feel it, to be honest. I’ve had worse.”

“Oh, I bet you have!” Marinette shrieks at him. She storms over and jabs a finger at his chest. “I’m sure one measly dart is nothing to you!”

Adrien grins in an uncanny imitation of Chat Noir’s smirk. “Hey, if you wanted to prick me, all you had to do was –”

Marinette yanks the dart out of Adrien’s head and then tugs him clean over her shoulder. “Sorry to cut this short,” she says to Nino, suddenly dead calm except for the way her right eye is twitching. “Adrien and I have some things to discuss. I’m sorry for ruining your night, Mr Lahiffe.”

Alya collapses to the ground as her laughter redoubles.

“Ruined?” Mehdi says, grinning despite the dark skin beneath his beard still holding an ashen hue. Now that they’re sure Adrien’s okay, the atmosphere of the group is lightening to one of mirth rather than horror. “I hardly think you ruined it. That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen in, well…I don’t remember.”

“Mehdi really is the next Phil Taylor compared to this young lady,” says another club member – Adeline – and then the room is full of explosive laughter. Adrien just looks back over Marinette’s shoulder and grins and salutes, and Nino almost chokes on his own saliva trying not to laugh, because Marinette will skin him alive if he encourages her boyfriend’s idiocy.

“Looks like Adrien and I are going to bounce,” Marinette says almost serenely. “Sorry to ditch you and Alya.”

“I don’t think Alya really cares at the moment, dude,” Nino says, eyeing his hysterical girlfriend. “Just, uh, make sure my bro’s still in one piece?”

Marinette smiles. “Oh, of course. Have a good night, Nino.” Then she’s deftly navigating through the maze of bar tables with Adrien still over her shoulder, smirking back at Nino, like she hadn’t been the one carried on Adrien’s back on the way in to avoid a disaster. It’s like she’s got an alter-ego who’s taken over right now, to be honest.

“Man, I need a drink,” Nino mumbles, wishing that he wasn’t still two years below the age limit. Between this and his moonlighting as a human turtle every now and then with his furry fox girlfriend, there’s probably not much more that life could throw at him from here on. But he’s got no doubt that it’ll try its best.

[flightfoot]

We’re the Same Ch.3

AO3/FFN

So honestly this chapter should probably be titled "I got distracted by the Lovesquare." Also one of my favorite chapters, because DAMMIT these two are too cute!

Thanks to @mini-minou​ for betaing once again, she was really helpful! (also pretty sure this is one of her favorite chapters so far too.)

Disclaimer: This is a Lovesquare fic, with Identity Reveal, Hawkmoth Reveal, and Hawkmoth Defeat. It is NOT a salt fic.

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“You’re late.”

“We’re not exactly on a time limit, Damian. And I didn’t agree to meet you at a specific time,” Ducard said with a huff.

He narrowed his eyes. “You were only a couple miles away, it should NOT have taken this long for you to arrive.”

“You know what?” Staring at him flatly, she said, “Yes, it shouldn’t have. I took this long because I was buying donuts. But hey, you don’t want any, that’s cool. I’ll just have them all myself.”

Looking at the bag she was carrying, it said “Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patissiere”.

“I suppose some sustenance is a decent reason for delay,” he stated begrudgingly.

She smirked at him. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

He chose to ignore that. 

While sitting on a rooftop munching donuts, they compared notes.

“The dot disappeared at this bakery,” Ducard told him between bites. “I’d thought that maybe Ladybug had just gone in for a bite to eat and the tracker had fallen off, until I spotted the owners’ daughter, Marinette. She looked a lot like Ladybug – she even had the same hairstyle as her – but she didn’t exude the same air of authority that Ladybug did, so I wasn’t sure it was her.”

“You went invisible and followed her?” Damian said.

Ducard nodded. “I had to be really careful. Her bedroom door is actually a hatch door, you have to climb up a ladder to reach it. Luckily she wasn’t looking behind her while I opened it, and it closed quietly enough that it wasn’t a complete giveaway. She DID look around suspiciously for a moment, but she didn’t discover I was there.”

“I’m guessing she was Ladybug?” 

Ducard nodded. “This little ladybug-like floating magical creature emerged from her purse. They started talking about what happened during our little encounter today, why the Lucky Charm might have said that we were needed here. After listening for a bit, I planted a few bugs and then left while she was in the bathroom.”

She gave him a critical look. “You know, she thought you were pretty rude today. It might not hurt to lighten up a little, be a bit nicer.”

“I don’t do nice,” he huffed.

“I’m just saying, sometimes it helps when needing to work together with others.”

“Hmph.”

Ducard sighed, then changed topics. “So, what did you discover?”

Now it was Damian’s turn to smirk. He told her what he’d found out.

Ducard winced. “Chat’s father is Hawkmoth? Do you think he knows?”

Damian considered. “From what we saw of him, he didn’t SEEM like the type to go along with that… but I haven’t seen much of him yet. He might just be a good actor. Though considering that he’s in love with Ladybug and his reaction to her being in danger, if he DOES know, I doubt that he wants to hurt anyone – especially her.”

“Maybe we should tell him then and see what his reaction is?” Ducard suggested. “He COULD still be a good enough actor to fool both of us, but I doubt it.”

“Oh, we’re going to do more than that,” Damian grinned. “You WERE just talking about working together with others. Ladybug and Chat Noir surprised us. I think it’s time we repaid the favor.”

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So this wasn’t the only sighting of Robin and his companions.

Adrien sat in his computer chair, looking at various international news stories he’d found. Only a few had clear shots – Robin hadn’t exactly been sticking around for close-ups – but those clear shots were unmistakable. Giant furry red dragon-bat things weren’t exactly common after all.

(Well, that Adrien knew of. Discovering Miraculous and getting acquainted with magic in general had thrown a LOT of old assumptions out the window.)

He’d been right about Robin having disappeared and presumed dead for awhile it seemed, though he’d been back for several months now. He’d have to ask him about that at some point. He certainly HOPED that Robin had just been grounded or something, but looking at news reports of the Batfamily’s behavior just after Robin’s disappearance, he got a sinking feeling.

It wasn’t like he was totally unfamiliar with death, at least of a sort; he’d been caught by akuma numerous times, and not all akuma were benign. He’d never heard the full story of what happened with Timebreaker. But considering that his life apparently depended on defeating her, plus there being a Ladybug from the future but no Chat, he could make an educated guess.

Maybe Robin had just gotten badly injured and came back once he was healed. That might explain why he was gone for so long and why the Batfamily was so violent while he was gone.

He really, REALLY hoped that was the worst of it. It had to be. Right? He’d seen Robin, he looked fine now. What’s the worst thing that could have happened to him?

…Dammit. Don’t think about it.

Ok, changing tack, why would the lucky charm point them towards Robin? He was useful in defeating the akuma, sure, but it was nothing he and Ladybug couldn’t have handled. 

Considering what had happened on Heroes Day, maybe he was needed for some extra backup? Even with their team, they still struggled against Hawkmoth’s onslaught. Their whole team was taken out in minutes! Maybe they needed some more experienced help and that’s why the Lucky Charm indicated that Robin should stay? God he hoped not. 

But… they had no idea why Hawkmoth hadn’t pulled the stunt with releasing hundreds of akuma like that before. He might be able to repeat it, even just this short time later. 

A pit opened in his stomach. That many akumas on a regular basis? Not only would it be incredibly difficult for him and Ladybug to deal with, but the city’s business would grind to a halt. Usually akumas were at least SOMEWHAT localized, so that while one corner of the city was impacted, most of it was left unscathed. Wasn’t always the case, but usually. 

With Scarlet Moth attacking on a regular basis? It would make things a LOT more difficult. People had gotten pretty good at bouncing back, but they had limits to how quickly they could resume business-as-usual after having dodged akumas or been turned into mind-controlled puppets or frozen or knocked out or whatever.

Or perhaps… Batman was sometimes referred to as “The World’s Greatest Detective”. Maybe Robin had inherited some of his investigative prowess? He and Ladybug didn’t even know where to begin in tracking Hawkmoth down, maybe he’d have a better idea? He dealt with some more regular, police-grade crimes in Gotham after all.

He rolled back in his chair, sighing. Well, not much use speculating. He didn’t even know how to find Robin right now anyway. Hopefully the Lucky Charm’s meaning would become obvious later – if not to him, then to Ladybug.

A hand clamped over his mouth and nose, smothering him with some kind of cloth. Reflexively he struggled, attempting to break free. Unfortunately, struggling required oxygen. Which required breathing. Which meant inhaling whatever substance the cloth was covered in...

As his head swam dizzily, he distantly felt his ring be removed.

NO! Plagg…

He had to…

He… had to…

He…

...

…

…

Wha-?

Something was in his lap.

Something large.

And warm.

And soft.

Blearily, Adrien cracked open his eyes.

A twin pigtailed head pressed against his chest, face buried in his shirt.

Oh.

This must be a dream.

He pulled Ladybug slightly closer. She moaned and snuggled up to him even more, pushing herself even further into his lap.

As she adjusted, he caught sight of her face and clothing.

Ah.

So Marinette was Ladybug.

Well that explained his weird feelings towards her.

He put an arm around her, holding her close, tucking her beneath his neck.

He frowned as her pigtails dug into him, but was unwilling to dislodge her.

Maribug whined slightly, turning her head upwards and blinking up at him, eyes half-lidded.

“Oh, it’s Adrien,” she mumbled, before laying her head flush against his chest again.

He purred in response. 

“Mm…? Kitty…?” she murmured. “Oh... Adrien is Chat… that makes sense”

He purred harder. He’d dreamed of them finding out each other’s identities many times before, but this? This was his new favorite.

“Hey Adrichat,” she mumbled against his chest. “Did you know I love you? I’ve wanted to tell you so many times, but I never could. Get a hamster with me?”

He smiled. Yep, DEFINITELY a dream, but damn it was a good one. No way was he this lucky. She even wanted a pet hamster like he did!

“Of course, milady.” He yawned. “We’ll… we’ll name it-“

 “You’re awake. FINALLY,” a boy’s voice called, tinged with exasperation.

Adrien frowned. Nope, he did not want to wake up right now. His sweet little Maribug was cuddled in his arms and she’d just confirmed that she loved him. School could wait. Photoshoots could wait. AKUMAS could wait. He just wanted to be with her, even if this was just a figment of his imagination. At least let him have this!

Evidently Maribug agreed. She cracked open one eye again, glaring at the boy – Robin apparently, Adrien guessed that his subconscious had wanted to work in the encounter from earlier in the day – and she glared at him as ferociously as was possible while half-asleep and cuddled in a boy’s arms. 

“No.” she stated firmly. “Adrichat cuddles now. Wake up later.”

Robin let out a frustrated grunt. “You two are ALREADY awake. Now get up, I have important information for both of you.”

Well this figment of Adrien’s imagination was persistent. Really though, did his mind think it could fool itself? …Maybe shouldn’t think about that too hard.

“Nuh uh,” Adrien said, lips pursed in a pout, then turned his attention back to Maribug. Ah, she smelled like cookies. How had he never noticed before that Marinette and Ladybug had the same scent? …Then again, he didn’t get a lot of chances to smell Marinette. That would be weird. And in the waking world maybe they DIDN’T share a scent.

After all, just because Marinette was Ladybug in the dream world, that didn’t mean they really were the same person in reality.

He frowned. He really, REALLY wished this dream was true.

“I did not knock you out this hard,” Robin said.

Adrien ignored the manifestation of his responsibilities that had apparently taken Robin’s form. Dammit, he could get up LATER, he could survive being late to school, Plagg could survive waiting a little bit longer for cheese, whatever the reason a portion of his mind was trying to get him to stop cuddling with the love of his life, it could wait..

As her pigtails collided with his neck again, Maribug’s eyes drooped slightly open. “Hair ties,” she mumbled quietly. “Take off.” She attempted to raise an arm towards her head, but dropped it after only getting it a few inches off the ground, evidently too exhausted to do more than that.

She wanted her hair ties out? Well, who was Adrien to refuse? 

Luckily he didn’t have to move his arm as far as she did. It meant temporarily shifting his right arm so that he was no longer fully cuddling her with it, but it was a small sacrifice to heed His Lady’s request.

Slowly he worked one of her hair ties out of her hair, then shifted again to reach the other one. It took a bit of work, but he managed it.

“That’s it, you two are getting up,” Robin growled, starting towards them.

Both Maribug and Adrien let out unhappy noises, Maribug cracking open her eyes temporarily to join Adrien in death-glaring him. 

Robin didn’t get very far. The girl next to him caught Robin by the arm. Oh yeah, there was a girl there. Had she always been there, or did Adrien’s mind insert her just now and pretended that she’d always been there? Oh who cared, it was all a dream anyway

“Wait, maybe hold off on getting them up just yet?” she pleaded.

Adrien silently cheered. YES, his mind must have created a counterpart to push back against the manifestation of his responsibilities, one that didn’t require him to stop cuddling with his little bug!

He glanced down at her, snuggled up in his arms. His eyes blew open.

Her hair poofed out from both sides of her head, finally free of the hair ties’ confinement. Gently, he ran his fingers through her hair, the silky smooth strands easily slipping between his fingers. Maribug closed her eyes and snuggled up even closer to him, making a small noise of contentment. 

He HAD to be dreaming – no way beauty this radiant could exist in the real world. Though if it could, of course Maribug would possess it. 

“Why should I?” Adrien heard Robin say belligerently. He paid him no mind. Hopefully that girl would stop him, and if not, he wanted to enjoy what little time he had in this fantasy while he could. “We should do this as quickly as possible.”

The girl – Adrien vaguely remembered fighting her that afternoon, he guessed that his mind was trying to compensate for that by making her into his defender – let out a loud sigh. “Look they’re pretty exhausted, especially Marinette. They’re gonna be useless until they get some more rest anyway, and they need to be at the top of their game for what comes next. Waking them up now is going to cause us to need to delay more.”

Robin was silent for a moment, then grunted. “FINE. Two hours, and then they’re getting up if I have to hang them upside down from a building.”

Adrien silently cheered. He could stay snuggled with Maribug forever, but he could make do with two more hours.

His eyes started drooping once more. He rested his head against hers and slipped back into unconsciousness.

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…

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Adrien blinked his eyes open. That had been a NICE nap. He’d needed that. Such a nice dream too, he’d have to write that one down! 

Wait.

He didn’t remember going to bed.

Looking around, he processed his surroundings.

 It looked like he was high up, open sky above him.

Rooftop. I’m on a rooftop.

It seemed an awful lot like his dream.

This weight on his chest…

He glanced down, his heart skipping a beat

Marinette lay against his chest, snuggling up with him just like in the dream, her long, unrestrained hair running down her back.

It wasn’t a dream.

…It wasn’t a dream.

IT. WAS. NOT. A. DREAM.

His heart went from skipping to jackhammering.

In his dream, Marinette was Ladybug.

In his dream, she’d figured out that he was Chat Noir.

In his dream, she’d loved him. Had for awhile.

And this wasn’t a dream.

Mouth dry, he nudged her. “Ladybug?”

“Mm?” she blinked up at him groggily. “What?”

She glanced around.

Processed for three seconds.

Then jumped up.

“Wait, WHERE- WHAT- HOW did we get here?! What’s going on! Last thing I remember…”

She froze. Her voice went up an octave. In a strained voice she asked, “That dream… where you were Chat Noir and we were going to get a hamster together… that wasn’t a dream, was it?”

He stifled a laugh. “Afraid not, Milady.”

The noise that came out of her mouth wasn’t something he’d ever heard emerge from a human’s mouth before, just this weird shriek-groan-chirruping-laugh mix.

Huh. Maybe that was like a noise that ladybugs would make when translated to human? Not like he hadn’t made his share of cat noises. His purring was what gave him away, after all.

And then it kept on going. And going.

She had an impressive set of lungs. 

“Are… you okay?” he asked hesitantly. He’d been thrilled when he realized that she was Ladybug, but not surprised. She’d always reminded him a bit of Ladybug, and his calling her an “Everyday Ladybug” a few weeks ago was just him acknowledging that.

As soon as it crossed his mind in the not-dream, everything just clicked. 

To an outsider it might seem like Marinette and Ladybug were pretty different, but being close to her on both sides of the mask, Adrien knew differently.

Marinette came off as shy, hesitant, and anxious a lot of the time – and that wasn’t wrong.

Ladybug stood as a brave, shining icon to confidence, heroism, and ingenuity, standing up to Hawkmoth and telling him “No, you’re wrong!” When she promised to protect Paris, she said  it with such confidence that one couldn’t help but believe in her. She could take the most mundane object and turn it into the centerpiece of an insane plan, plans that honestly made his head hurt just trying to figure out how she came up with them.

But Marinette could ALSO be confident, heroic, and ingenious. He still remembered when she helped to take down Evillustrator-

Oh. So THAT was the secret mission Ladybug was on. No wonder she couldn’t tell him.

Marinette had helped save them both, figuring out how to use his staff to free them both from the akuma’s imprisonment. She’d taken charge and won the class election with a rousing speech, and DAMN had she stepped up to the plate as Class President. Without her, Marc and Nathaneal may never have gotten together, much less have merged their talents to create a comic book for everyone to enjoy. Without her, Chloe might never have reconciled with her mother.. 

But while he KNEW how awesome Marinette was, in and out of the mask, he also knew how vulnerable she could be. Those first two days as Ladybug she seemed unsure of herself, of what she was doing and whether she was good enough. And a few days ago during Heroes Day, she’d doubted for a moment about whether they could win when faced with such daunting odds. 

He knew the Hero of Paris, the Class President who always had a solution for everything… but he knew the girl beneath those too. She could get upset, angry, sad, and be uncertain. They’d laughed, cried, and commiserated together when things went wrong.

Come to think of it… when she was talking about heartbreak as Marinette, and telling him about the boy she loved as Ladybug… while half-asleep she’d mumbled about how she was in love with him, had tried to tell him so many times.

He- he was the boy she loved?

The boy she kept turning him down for… was himself?

He let out a groan. Plagg must’ve been laughing his furry little butt off about this.

Wait… where was Plagg?

He glanced down at his hands.

His ring was missing.

Oh no. Oh GOD no.

“MILADY!” he cried out, half-panicked.

That broke her out of the strange frozen-shrieking state she’d been in for the past minute.

“Cha- Adri- whatever I call you, WHAT? I don’t think I can handle any more surprises! I still haven’t wrapped my brain around this one!”

He’d love to oblige her. He really would. But… “Marinette… where are your earrings?”

Her pupils shrank, her eyes bulging out. Her hands flew to her ears.

There was nothing but smooth skin.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!” she yelled, growing higher-pitched and more panicked with every word. “HAWKMOTH MUST’VE KIDNAPPED US AND HE HAS BOTH MIRACULOUS AND HE’LL MAKE THE WISH AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD!”

Maybe he would. Maybe he wouldn’t. But right now, his partner, his closest friend, the love of his life and the most amazing person he’d ever known was his first priority.

Stepping towards her, he wrapped her in a hug, squeezing her tightly. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed, hugging him back. He rubbed circles on her back in the hopes that the stimulation would calm her down further. He hated seeing her in distress.

“The world hasn’t been destroyed yet,” he mumbled into her hair. “That means we still have a chance. And even without your Miraculous, you’re incredible, milady. Between the two of us, we’ll figure it out. Just you and me against the world.”

She gave a little choking-sobbing laugh, but at least she WAS laughing now. They’d be alright. As bad a situation as it was, they were together and free. And together? Together there wasn’t a force on the world that could stop them.

“You two are the most sickly sweet couple I have ever seen,” a boy’s voice said.

Adrien and Marinette’s heads whipped around to face the voice. Robin stood in front of them, arms crossed, looking grumpy.

So business as usual then.

Wait… Robin had been in his dream. At the time he thought that he was a figment of his imagination, but if the REST of it was real…

Marinette evidently had the same thought. “What are you doing here?” she asked suspiciously. 

Robin glared at her. “I acquired both you and Chat because I came across some important information. But both of you just REFUSED to wake up. Seriously, it’s been two hours, how were you still that out of it?! I know I dosed Adrien correctly at least.”

A girl materialized beside him. Like, actually materialized. One moment there was empty space, and the next the girl who’d been with Robin when they’d met before just kind of appeared. Maybe she could turn invisible? Either that or teleport. “Hey! I dosed Marinette correctly too! They must just have been really, REALLY tired.”

“YOU TWO WERE THE ONES WHO KIDNAPPED US?!” Marinette exploded. “WHY- HOW- THAT’S TERRIBLE!”

Adrien tensed beside Marinette. She seemed to be handling the yelling-at-Robin bit fine on her own, but if she needed protecting, he had to be ready. He wasn’t sure what he could do against Robin and his friend without powers, but he had to try. No way was he letting her get hurt. Not when he could prevent it.

Robin seemed unfazed. “It didn’t harm you. You’re both fine. You two need more training though. I expected at least a LITTLE resistance, but neither of you managed to lay a hand on either me or Ducard. It was pretty pathetic.”

Adrien hissed. Calling him pathetic? He didn’t like it, but fine. His father had implied it often enough. He was used to it. Calling MARINETTE pathetic? No.

Marinette’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait… you were the ones who kidnapped us… WHAT DID YOU DO WITH PLAGG AND TIKKI?!”

Robin blinked. “Plagg and Tikki? I’m guessing those are the small beings that were hanging around you two. I haven’t done anything to them. They disappeared when I took your Miraculous.”

“GIVE. THEM. BACK,” he and Marinette growled in unison. 

Damian opened one hand, showing them the Ladybug earrings and the Black Cat ring.

The boy gave a shit-eating grin. “You want them back? Show me what you’ve got.”

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I remember when writing this chapter, I went "Okay, how can I have Damian meet up with both Adrien and Marinette and facilitate an identity reveal without either of them protesting or getting out of it? And what would this whole conversation with them be like here? How would he persuade them to come with him?" And I was stuck.

Then I remembered how he assembled the Teen Titans. By tazing, gassing, or otherwise knocking out each of them, kidnapping them, and stringing them up in the restraining device from The Incredibles (no, seriously. I checked. It's identical, from the wheels on the side, to the lightning arcing everywhere, to the sphere constraints around to the hands, to even the electrocution capabilities if the prisoners get too feisty.) 

So I went "that works!". But with something a lot less severe, since

A. such severe measures weren't needed, with them being ordinary civilians without their Miraculous. They weren't gonna escape super easily.

and

B. I wasn't gonna do that to either of them. I didn't want someone who was supposed to be "good" to hurt them, plus they probably wouldn't be willing to work with him at ALL if he really hurt their partner.

Yeah, I love Damian, but there's a reason he has a reputation as a jerk. He's just not JUST a jerk, there's a lot more to him, especially when you look into his reasons and mentality.

[pulaasul]

Luck and Order - 2

The Wizard Shazam, who was once a Lord of Order, that something was amiss. The balance between luck and misfortune was in disarray. So he implores his young Champion - Billy Batson - to investigate and correct the Balance.

Set years after the series Finale of Justice League Unlimited.

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Holey Moley!" Billy exclaimed. "A giant baby!" He yelled. "A giant freaking baby!"

The feeling of exasperation and surprise didn't last long and Billy immediately transformed into his champion form of Captain Marvel and flew out the window to chase down the infant innocently causing massive property damage to the city

Billy had just moved in to one of Paris' apartments. He chose to move in to this apartment considering its proximity to the school where he was a part of the School Exchange program.

He had just finished unloading his clothes when he saw the giant baby.

Captain Marvel fired off a series of three balls of electricity towards the extremely oversized infant to distract the baby and to assess the situation.

The lightning based hero took a closer look at the gigantic infant that was happily flailing around with his balls of electricity when he saw that somewhere on the baby was a huge concentration of magic that was spreading outwards.

"So far he's acting like an actual baby." Captain Marvel commented. "That concentration of magic does concern me."

Before Captain Marvel was about to add another set of balls of electricity, in response to his first set flickering out, Paris' own set of heroes appeared on the scene and began to battle the gigantic infant.

He chose to hide behind one of the buildings in the city and took a closer look at the heroes.

As far as he can see, there was nothing wrong with the spotted heroine – Ladybug – her powers were unaffected by whatever was tipping the balance of creation and destruction.

The Black Cat – Chat Noir – however, he was sure that Eris – goddess of discord – even Klarion – Lord of Chaos – would squeal in glee if they saw what was happening to the hero.

Chat Noir's magic was chaotic, to say the least.

If Captain Marvel would hazard a guess, the Miraculous of the Black Cat was probably battling something inside the boy under the mask which brought upon the focus on flirting than actual combat.

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"I can understand Mr. Ramier getting akumatized lots of times." Ladybug huffed. "But seriously, akumatizing babies for getting upset is just a new low." She growled as she dodged a merchandising cart. "Even worse, akumatizing the same baby."

"I meow right milady." Chat Noir agreed. "Why don't we just adopt the baby?" He offered. "And we'll be one happy family with kitten August." He cooed.

"Focus Chat." Ladybug called out in exasperation.

The 'battle' with the giant baby went on with failing results. This was mostly due to Chat Noir's focus, or lack thereof, on the battle at hand against the akuma, but rather on his partner.

Ladybug was forced to carry everything on her own.

She was forced to adapt instead of initiate.

"We're getting nowhere!" Ladybug growled.

"I furry much agree milady." Chat nodded. "I can't woo you purropurrly if we're battling a giant baby." He pouted. "We should just destroy the Akuma." He suggested. "It's purrobably on that pacifier."

Ladybug rolled her eyes but took note of her partner's suggestion and took a closer look at the baby, and indeed the rather small pacifier right by the baby's neck was sticking out.

"Cataclysm!" Chat called out as black magic coated his right hand.

The Black Cat hero leapt from roof to roof and dodged the flying cars that the baby was throwing his way.

"W-wait!" Ladybug called out. "I said wait!

"Don't worry milady." Chat yelled out his assurance. "Once the akumatized object, you can have me all to yourself."

Chat's inattentiveness caused him to be slammed upon the roof of an airborne car and disintegrated it when he magic-coated hands made contact with the vehicle.

Ladybug had half the mind to chide her partner for his inattentiveness and lack of focus but she opted to focus on the Akuma, splashing waters by the river.

"Lucky Charm!" The spotted heroine called out.

A swarm of magical ladybugs congregated above Ladybug and conjured a spotted red lightning bolt that landed on Ladybug's waiting hands.

The heroine's first instinct was to look around her immediate surroundings and see if she could form a plan from the Lucky Charm that was conjured by her powers.

But she couldn't find nothing.

Ladybug continued to look formulate a plan as she dodged the incoming projectiles.

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"Looks like that's my cue." Captain Marvel murmured to himself as he observed the ensuing battle.

The world's mightiest mortal flew into the scene and caught three flying cars along the way.

"Ladybug, what's going on?" Captain Marvel asked as he faced the heroic duo.

"Who're you supposed to be?" Chat Noir challenged. "Milady has already retired the other Miraculous heroes." He hissed.

"No time to explain Chat Noir." Marvel shook his head as he fired an electric ball at the infant, distracting it.

Ladybug on the other hand stared intently on the new arrival as noticed the similarities between the new hero's emblem to the Lucky Charm she summoned.

"I'm sure he can explain once we capture the Akuma." Ladybug reined in her partner. "Basically something transformed a baby into that giant." She explained while dodging a flying cart. "That something is located on the baby's pacifier by his neck."

"That's where the concentration of magic's coming from!" Captain Marvel exclaimed. "Leave that to me." He assured as he flew towards the baby.

"Be careful not to hurt the baby." Ladybug reminded.

"Will do!" Captain Marvel acknowledged. "I need a distraction."

"Kitty, we're up." Ladybug called out. "Let's cause a scene."

"As you wish milady." Chat obliged, bowing before his partner.

As Paris's heroic duo gathered the cars and trucks that the citizens of Paris vacated in light of the Akuma problem, Captain Marvel tried different things to destroy the pacifier without hurting the toddler that was wearing it.

The World's Mightiest Mortal powered down his strikes, but the pacifier infused by magic was hard to break.

"You don't need to hold back!" Ladybug stated as she passed by the lightning hero, swinging from roof to roof. "The Miraculous cure heals everyone and anyone hurt by this Akuma attack."

Captain Marvel nodded gathered electrical energy around his fists as the baby continued to play around the water of Siene River. He grabbed the hanging pacifier and instantly disintegrated it with his electrified hands.

A purple colored butterfly flew out of the pacifier as the baby was coated in purple ooze and transformed back into its regular size in mid-air.

Captain Marvel flawlessly caught the baby and cooed at him.

Ladybug on the other hand managed to capture the Akuma purified it.

"Bye bye little butterfly." The spotted heroine smiled as she waved at the white butterfly flying from her yoyo.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug yelled as she threw the lightning emblem lucky charm she received earlier above her.

Magical Ladybugs began to disperse from the Lucky Charm and return everything to the state before the Akuma attacked.

"Okay Mister show off, who are you?" Chat Noir challenged.

The black cat hero was eyeing the new hero, threatened by the new arrival's presence.

"Chat! Show some respect to the person who helped us." Ladybug chided. "But with all due respect sir, we kind of like answers."

"Your kwamis can provide you with answers." Captain Marvel responded. "I'm Captain Marvel this world's champion of magic."

Before both heroes could even respond to Captain Marvel's words, their Miraculouses started beeping.

"Go on." Captain Marvel nodded. "Your kwamis will know how to find me."

"Well then, bug out." Ladybug and Chat Noir Left the scene.

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As Captain Marvel hovered over the city and watched as both heroes scrambled before they transformed back into their civilian forms. He just realized that he was able to communicate with the local heroes despite the fact that he doesn't know even a lick of French.

"I knew the Wisdom of Solomon could help me learn a new language." Captain Marvel muttered. "Didn't know it'd be instantaneous."

Before the World's Mightiest Mortal could even process further what was happening, a few reporters had called for his attention.

"Sir! We would like a word!"

Captain Marvel hovered down to the street and meet with the local media.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" Marvel smiled, remaining amicable to field reporters.

"Are you Paris's new hero?" One lady questioned.

"Do you wield a Miraculous?" A man added.

"Do you have any leads about Hawkmoth?" Another lady asked.

Some more questions were unheard of as all them were speaking over another. Captain Marvel raised his hand in a stopping motion, signaling for the local media to calm down and ask their questions one after another.

"Sir! Alya Cesaire!" A young girl immediately raised her hand. "You're Captain Marvel, Fawcett City's local hero." She started. "You left the Justice League a few months into your membership." She added. "Is there anything in Paris that warranted your attention?"

"Paris's situation has been ignored by the Justice League for a long time." Marvel answered honestly. "Although I cannot fault them as some of them believe that magic does not exist and will likely think that everything that's happened in Paris so far as a big prank." He continued. "Ladybug's powers of removing the damage done in the battle, it makes sense to think that everything was done with special effects."

Captain Marvel, while not resentful for his bout with Superman, was still hurt that the hero he idolized so much disregarded his opinion on the matter and let his biases control him. This was his way of calling out the Justice League but at the same time defending them.

After all the Flash once stated that magic didn't exist.

"Why now?" Alya followed up.

"I'm here because the balance has shifted." Captain Marvel responded. "The Activation of both the Moth and the Peacock Miraculous has shifted the balance, to counteract the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous were activated." He explained. "What exactly has thrown the balance, as other might say, out of whack, that is what I'm here to find out." He finished.

Once he finished stating his answers, he immediately flew away from the scene.

[ultra-kek]

I’ve not posted basically anything since the nsfw ban (even though it didn’t affect me lol) so here’s the most recent art of an OC that’s part of a setting I’m going to work on. Originally, I was going to post about the setting in the final version with color and a background, but I might as well do it now considering how busy I’ve been. I’ll put all of the info under the Keep Reading thing to save room but I would really like to see people’s reaction to it.

The character pictured is Pascha (nb he/they) is a rabbit in a (currently unnamed) setting I’ve been working on.

The setting is essentially a post-medieval society of furry peoples where technology has developed alongside magic, so all towns have open magic use and magic items, instead of magic being dedicated to secretive mages and rare items like in most fantasy settings. Items like Potions of Healing would see widespread use as part of the equivalent to first-aid kits, and Bags of Holding would be custom made by tailors for particular uses, for example.

The primary source of magic in the setting is Abilities (name pending, i’m taking suggestions for everything lol), unique abilities that manifest out of the spirit, personality, and essentially consciousness of sentient beings, as in the furry peoples that populate the world. Everyone develops an Ability, whether it be in early childhood or only awakening to it in early adulthood. Each Ability has its own unique rules, powers, and weaknesses stemming from the prior two, kind of like Jojo stands if everyone in the world had them and they didn’t have punch ghosts with them. Everyone’s Ability is unique and is directly tied to the user’s consciousness (i.e. their own being, soul, etc.), and an Ability cannot be removed from someone, at least not without dealing significant damage to their psyche.

Abilities usually emerge out of the desires of their user, even if their utility may seem obscure. A blacksmith may develop an Ability to just outright mold metal like clay, or a thief could get an Ability that allows them to merge into and move through shadows. Everyone’s Ability isn’t set in stone; just as people’s personality’s change and develop, their Abilities can be Developed further into specific uses, usually either making the Ability more practical for general utility or specialized to increase it’s power in specific situations. For example, someone could start out with the ability to just create resistant electrical tape, but eventually develop the ability to create enough tape at a time to create a protective barrier out of it to resist elemental attacks. Theoretically, an Ability can be developed infinitely and reach a point that it no longer resembles its original form, although usually Abilities keep some semblance of their first form. Abilities can have names from various (Out Of Canon) sources, like songs, movies, concepts, etc. I haven’t really thought of having a consistent naming convention.

The other forms of magic in the setting are more “traditional” practices that act more akin to sciences. All non-Ability magic is based on principles that act as magical rules of nature, and will usually appear in the form of things like Alchemy, or Ki-based Martial Arts. These forms of magic are universally usable by all sentient beings, and some may develop Abilities that specifically enhance their skill in one of these particular fields of “magic.” These systems all rely on the understanding of themselves, and seem to draw energy from the collective understanding of them by conscious beings, just as Abilities emerge from single consciousnesses.

Outside of this, there are also Apparitions (pending but this one is most likely the name I’ll be going with), mysterious beings that emerge from the same energies that bring about Abilities, but on a larger scale. Apparitions are cryptid-like creatures that usually have unique powers and can be helpful, harmful, or just neutral. Apparitions are not alive in the same way people or animals are, instead acting based on the consciousness of people around them (allowing some to appear to have the illusion of sentience). Apparitions can also end up “merged” with actual animal or plant life, creating actual living things that would be best described as actual cryptids, with magic abilities and animal-like minds.

The majority of towns are made up of multiple Guilds, that are essentially free associations/trade unions of specific crafts and stuff (like Blacksmiths, Artists, etc) or any other sort of common goal. Guild members just kinda come and go depending on whether they get anything from being in it. Guilds will trade and interact with other Guilds, using either normal trading of different goods, going off of a gift economy system, or using some sort of currency (usually called Guilders) as part of an exchange. Every trade usually makes extensive use of general magic, as while unique Abilities can be good for a specific craft you can’t rely on people going into things like tailoring to all have a similar Ability. Items that would otherwise be rare relics are produced commonly. For example, there are various versions of “hookshots/grappling hooks,” including just a crossbow made to launch grappling hooks, a magic-powered compressed air hook launcher with reel, and a more advanced automatically reeling hookshot that requires a special force-resisting magic harness and education on how to use it to actually gain total access to one. I feel like this kind of “magic” isn’t really explored very often, which is what I wish to do with this setting.

I made this setting before Pascha but I feel like my idea for the character is better than the plot that originally brought me to make the setting (which was just me thinking of how I would do a sentai/power rangers-type series lol). Pascha is found in the middle of a forest by a deer (male he/him, name pending, but I currently want to say Rudy) who finds them unconscious inside of a strange egg-plant-thing that opens when Rudy approaches. Pascha wakes up with no memories other than the ability to speak, walk, etc. but has the mysterious and miraculous Ability (haven’t decided on the name yet) to bestow Life Energy into objects and transform them into new lifeforms. The entire plot would be Pascha and Rudy traveling to figure out more about Pascha’s past, while also avoiding sinister groups that mysteriously want to kill/capture Pascha. The story would also focus on the development of the relationship between Pascha and Rudy, and would span an entire year, between the spring equinoxes. Outside of this story, I still plan on using this setting for general OC making, perhaps even going through various epochs and decades of the universe.

[kieren-fucking-walker]

Dress You Up (In My Love) - (Brotzly)

“So, what? Your solution is a pair of skin tight leopard print pants? How is that better than anything I’ve worn?”

Dirk just grins wildly at him, it’s the most like himself he’s looked in days. “Put them on.”

A missing scene from Shapes and Colors. Dirk helping Todd find clothes to wear to Sound of Nothing, because there is no way on this earth you can convince me that Todd Brotzman picked out those leopard print pants for himself.

(AO3)

In hindsight Todd probably should have seen it coming. He hadn’t seen the disaster that must have been Dirk going through all those old vintage clothes, but the detective had taken his sweet time sorting out exactly what he was going to wear and when he’d appeared a good hour later he had, to be fair to him, looked rather good. Not that Todd noticed such things.

Dirk somehow always managed to look good, but Todd was a creature of habit. He prioritised comfort over style, kept to his favourite items in a five t-shirt rotation and rarely washed his jeans. Despite being over the age of thirty he’d never quite shaken the living habits of a college student and that was good enough for him. It didn’t seem to be good enough for Dirk though, who, shortly after Todd agreed to go to the music festival as long as he wasn’t dressed in uniform, had eyed him up and down with a good deal of criticism and sighed. When he’d turned on his heel to walk out of the room and beckoned him along with a “come on then,” that sounded equal parts put out and excited he’d followed without thought.

That had been his first mistake he thinks, eyeing the second pair of leather pants Dirk had thrown his way since they’d started raiding the room. These ones at least were black, the last ones having been an alarming shade of purple that Todd had set aside as soon as he’d seen them. This pair were going to go a similar way.

“I’m not wearing leather pants, Dirk,” he tells him flatly, hoping the way he throws them onto a nearby chair is emphatic enough to get the message across. Dirk eyes them sadly for a moment.

“They’d suit you! I thought the whole point was making you look good?” as if Dirk hadn’t been the one to instigate playing dress up in the first place.

“I can look good without drowning myself in a bucket of sweat,” because he had worn them before, on a singular occasion that had been memorable for all the wrong reasons. “I don’t see why I can’t just dress myself. It would be much quicker,” Dirk throws him a look that can only be described as haughty.

“Well yes, I suppose it would be quicker, but these things take time Todd. The only clothes we have are vintage retro music festival outfits, and unless you’ve suddenly become an expert in how to put an outfit together which, given what you were wearing when I found you I highly doubt, if you want to look good you’re going to have to let me dress you.” He says all this while standing knee deep in what looks like a pile of corduroy jackets.

Todd can’t do anything but try not to be too offended, because like most things when it comes down to the line Dirk is right, he’d have no idea where to even start with these clothes. He tries to resign himself to his fate in a way that’s not obvious enough for Dirk to pick up on, if he senses weakness god only knows what he’ll manage to get him into.

“A-ha,” is a worrying sound given their current situation, but when Dirk turns back to him he’s holding up a shirt that… isn’t that bad. Nothing Todd would ever pick up for himself but given the shirts he’s already tried to get him into have been in order; mustard yellow, pink and blue striped, patterned with what looked like very realistic drawings of fish and one he’s hoping Dirk wasn’t serious about that was covered in sequins and had pom-poms on the collar, the relative plainness of the one Dirk hands over to him is a stark relief. It’s mostly white and the pattern is inoffensive, he thinks this is possibly as good as it’s going to get for him right now.

“It looks small,” is the only thing he’s currently doubtful about, and voicing that aloud makes Dirk roll his eyes.

“Fitted,” he corrects. “Something you really should consider more often. Put it on, it’ll fit you,” he looks particularly hopeful in a way Todd can only attribute to the fact that he hadn’t thrown this one away on sight.

“Alright, fine,” he concedes, Todd knows when to pick his battles and it won’t get much better than this. Dirk smiles but doesn’t look away, “do you mind?”

“I’ve seen you change before,” he protests, but one look at Todd’s face has him turning away, muttering to himself as he dives back into an ungodly pile of various ugly fabrics. Todd is quick about changing out of the uniform shirt, it hadn’t really been that comfortable anyway, and strips off the undershirt for good measure when it doesn’t look like it will fit under the one Dirk has just handed to him.

He is admittedly surprised when it does fit him, and it fits well. Almost too well for him to be entirely comfortable in it but it gives him a little more confidence in Dirk’s ability to dress him, provided he doesn’t think about how weird it is that Dirk has managed to pick out his size twice now without asking.

Dirk looks over at him as he’s smoothing it down and gives him a considerate look before nodding his approval, “see? We can work with that!” It’s the trademark cheery optimism that gives Todd pause, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

His suspicion is proved well deserved.

“What the hell are they?!” They appear to be a pair of jeans that are patterned with what is undeniably patched leopard print and probably belonged to some kind of late eighties glam rock fan who would likely have had to have help to get into them. Tight fitting was generous to say the least, and Todd supposes he should be glad they aren’t furry to match. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Absolutely yes,” Dirk counters, holding the pants out to him with a grin that is too genuine for him to be anything other than absolutely serious.

“You can’t be… Am I even going to be able to walk in those?” he doubts it, that fabric doesn’t look like it has much stretch.

“Of course you are, I need you mobile for detecting. Besides, they’re a perfect match!” Todd looks down at the shirt he’s wearing, failing to see how they match in any way. Not that he knows anything about matching his clothes, everything goes with black has always been his motto, and it’s always served him well.

“Dirk…” his protest is cut off when Dirk rolls his eyes and shoves them into his hands.

“You asked for my help, so put them on,” his tone leaves little room for argument.

“Asked for… I didn’t ask for your help! You insisted! You just decided we should... play dress-up!”

“Fine, you didn’t ask me, but your tragic dress sense did. What kind of a friend would I be if I let you put yourself through that again? Especially when we’re going out to a festival?”

“So, what? Your solution is a pair of skin tight leopard print pants? How is that better than anything I’ve worn?”

Dirk just grins wildly at him, it’s the most like himself he’s looked in days. “Put them on.”

Todd, although he will never admit it, is fast running out of ways to make Dirk smile since they’d gotten him back. So much so that merely the suggestion that him putting on a pair of frankly ridiculous jeans will make Dirk even momentarily happy is enough to have him caving.

It takes a fair bit of jumping for him to get them on, but once he finally buttons them up he can admit that even though they cling to him they’re not as tight as he’d thought they might be. He’s definitely worn tighter in the past back when it was all the rage, and a little bit past when it was acceptably fashionable too. There’s only one thing though, and it’s something he’d usually be frustrated by but right now it might be his ticket out of actually wearing leopard print outside of this room so he pounces on it with both hands.

“They’re too long for me,” he was used to the way pants tended to bunch around his ankles and had for the most part accepted it, but he’s not sure that’s something Dirk will consider appropriate. Dirk had spent the time Todd had taken to get into them gathering what looked like a truly impressive amount of accessories, and was now wading out of the pile of clothes carrying them in his arms like some kind of hunting trophy.

“Roll them up then, it’s not like it’s not in right now,” he makes it sound like this is common knowledge, and Todd can’t even process the idea that Dirk knows what’s ‘in right now’ but doesn’t have the first clue how to make an omelette. He also can’t process why rolling up your jeans would be fashionable but he does it anyway, with an impressive amount of flexibility for someone as unfit as he is. They’re no longer bunched, but rolled up in a manner that best resembles a child about to go paddling at the beach; Dirk makes a vaguely distressed sound when he sees what he’s done.

“Not like that! Honestly, it’s like you’ve not even looked in a shop window recently,” he sets down a pile of belts and drops down to his knees in front of Todd. Todd, whose eyes go wide the moment he registers this and somehow, miraculously, manages not to make a sound.

Dirk is incredibly focussed on unrolling his shoddy attempts at fixing the situation and folding them back up neatly, but all Todd can really think about is the one (singular, very drunken) time he’d pictured Dirk on his knees like this before. The image had been shaken away not long after its appearance at the time, unbidden and confusing, but now? Now he’s caught staring at what could arguably be the most inappropriate time to be thinking anything of the sort. Because they’re on a case, of course. Official business. Nothing to do with how tight his pants already are. Dirk’s fingers keep brushing against his ankle and it shouldn’t even be noticeable but every time he makes contact Todd has to force himself to breathe normally.

Thankfully the moment doesn’t last too long and Todd gets a chance to clear his throat and look away before Dirk stands back up to check his handiwork.

“There, much better,” Dirk hums to himself, clearly pleased as he picks up a pair of boots and hands them to him. Todd is too busy trying to right himself from a sudden onslaught of unexpected imagery to even argue. Not that he would have, he decides once he’s gotten them on. The boots are the most sensible thing he’s been handed all night.

“Are we done?” he hopes he doesn’t sound as shaken to Dirk as he does to himself, wonders if he only gets away with it because the detective is busy untangling a ball of belts.

“Not quite, just a few more things. I think you’ll be more familiar with this,” he’s managed to free one, black and studded, the kind Todd had owned multiples of when the Mexican Funeral had been at its height. He still owned one or two.

“I’m not sure they need a belt,” it’s not really an argument, he’s already slipping it on and to be honest the familiarity of the item does help bring him a little closer to being at peace with the outfit.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in months.” It feels like it comes so left of field Todd is left stunned by it, looking up at Dirk from where he’s buckling the belt up to be met with a wistful smile and a look that’s nothing short of adoring as he appraises the outfit. Or Todd. He’s not entirely sure. It’s all he can do to offer a small smile back, hopeful in its own way. There’s an ease to Dirk’s shoulders that hasn’t been there in a while.

“This is the most amount of patterns I’ve ever worn in one go,” he admits, something which manages to pull Dirk’s smile up into his eyes. Todd’s heart skips at the sight of it.

“Just one more thing!” It’s bright and chirpy and the warmth in Todd’s chest threatens to turn into dread, he can’t imagine what Dirk could possibly want to add to the outfit that it doesn’t already have.

The answer turns out to be ridiculous.

“Dirk. I’m going to a music festival, not a wedding reception,” not that he thinks the bright blue of the bowtie dangling from Dirk’s fingers would be very welcome at a formal event anyway. “I’m not wearing a bowtie.”

“But-”

“No.”

Dirk’s face falls, and Todd holds out for all of two seconds before cursing the lasting effects of being an older brother to a sister who had perfected the art of destroying his resolve just by looking sad.

“You can pick something else. One thing,” Todd holds up his finger to indicate just how much one means. Dirk perks up a little, and okay maybe it does make Todd feel better to have made that happen, even if he may well regret it in a minute. “It has to be black,” it was his comfort zone after all.

“I know just the thing.”

It takes him a good minute of rummaging before he’s tossing over what Todd identifies as “…suspenders?” with a great deal of scepticism.

“Just try them! If you don’t like them, you can take them off but I really do think they’ll pull the whole thing together. Very hipster,” he nods his head in a serious, knowing way.

Todd has never possessed any desire to look remotely like a hipster, but from what Tina had described it’s a look that would fit right in at Sound of Nothing. It’s with that in mind that he clips them into place with only a minimal amount of struggle and turns back to Dirk with his arms held out for inspection. “Well?”

Dirk’s smile lights up his whole face, pressing his hands together like he might start clapping but managing to restrain himself from doing so. He does bounce on his toes a little though, clearly excited in a way that shows in his voice.

“You really ought to see for yourself. But Todd, can I just say, it’s so nice to see you dressed properly even if I do say so myself,” it’s the kind of backhanded, roundabout compliment he’s used to hearing from Dirk and he takes it in his stride. Dirk wrapping a hand around his wrist is a little more surprising, but Todd allows himself to be pulled along over to the mirror, Dirk hanging over his shoulders with an excitable, “what do you think?”

Dirk has dressed him like he’s fully expecting him to find someone who wants to undress him, and not because the clothes are hideous in their own right. Individually they’re pretty terrible, and together they shouldn’t work at all but somehow they do and Todd has no idea how Dirk has managed to pull that off. The clothes fit him well, a little too well considering they were pulled from a random assortment of lost property, not too small but fitting to his body in a way none of his clothes have in a very long time. It’s almost enough to make him look twice at himself and wonder why he doesn’t make more of an effort to buy clothes that do more than just cover him up. Dirk has dressed him to show him off, that much is obvious, and he’s not entirely sure what to do with that information as he stares at himself in the mirror.

“It’s uh, good. Yeah. Good job with the…” he really shouldn’t be this taken with seeing his own reflection, but he thinks this is the best he’s looked in years, which is even more stupefying when he considers the fact that he’s wearing leopard print and suspenders. Past Todd would cry at the sight. Present Todd might cry too, but for very different reasons.

He’s not quite sure how Dirk has managed to see a version of him he’s never seen in himself, Dirk who is watching him with a soft, appreciative expression as he figures out what to say. It’s almost like he’s unintentionally been given a gift he could never have expected.

“You uh, did a much better job than I would have done,” is what he settles on, pulling at the elastic in a nervous move. Dirk pries his fingers away and smooths the suspenders down with a pleased little hum.

“Much better,” he agrees. It’s teasing though, rather than scathing and Todd’s mouth quirks up into a smile when he turns to face him properly.

“Thanks, I guess. I mean… not for the leopard print but, you know,” he shrugs one shoulder, unsure how to finish but knowing Dirk will get it anyway. He always does.

“I think it’s rather fetching,” he sniffs. “But you’re welcome. It’s one of my many varied and colourful talents. Maybe if the detective agency falls through I’ll become a stylist instead.”

“Nah,” Todd nudges him, pleased to see him looking a little happier. “You’d get bored. Besides, then I’d be out of a job and it would suck twice as much.” Dirk smiles, soft as he looks him over again and Todd tries not to fidget too much under the attention. He’s been meaning to say something for a while now, always unsure of the timing but now seems as good as any while they have a moment alone.

“Hey,” he keeps his voice gentle, and when Dirk looks up at him he swallows, wanting to reach out but unsure if it would be welcome. “You… you’d tell me, right? If something was wrong? Or Farah, or anyone really I just… don’t think you have to stick it out on your own.” He’s bad at this, at the emotional stuff, but it feels important to say because he knows something is wrong, they all do, and Dirk for all his ability to talk the ear off anyone willing to listen doesn’t seem to want to say anything about whatever it is that’s going on. Todd doesn’t want to push him, the last thing he wants is to make him feel like he has to say anything, but he doesn’t want him to feel like he can’t. It’s a difficult line to walk with Dirk being as fragile as he is right now.

“I…” the look on Dirk’s face is something he can’t work out, somewhere between vulnerable and defensive, disbelieving in a way that makes his lungs feel tight. “I know I don’t,” it’s not a promise that he’ll say anything but it’s a start. It’s enough that Todd just nods his agreement because it’s the best he’s going to get right now.

“Come on. Farah’s going to laugh at me and I’d rather get it done sooner than later,” somehow he can’t see her ever letting him forget he let Dirk wrangle him into skintight leopard print pants. He’s just going to have to live with it.

“Why would she laugh? You look... cool,” even he seems unsure if that’s the right word but it’s enough to make Todd roll his eyes.

“We have very different definitions of ‘cool’,” he snorts.

“Well, obviously. But you have to admit, you look good.” Todd casts another look at himself in the mirror and shakes his head.

“Yeah, okay. It looks good,” he wants to sound begrudging but even now it’s enough to surprise him. Dirk really does seem to know what he’s doing, and Todd wonders if he’ll ever stop being surprising.

“Good,” Dirk nudges him towards the door like he thinks Todd isn’t going to make it on his own. In any other situation he might be right. “In that case, it’s showtime.”

Dirk isn’t back to his usual self yet, Todd doesn’t know how long that will take, but his shoulders are looser and there’s a smile on his face and that at least is a start. It’s enough to make the leopard print worth it.

[adrelianafernandes]

Contacting a Fashion Show

For ML Secret Santa 2017. @mlsecretsanta @aneasysun

No Miraculous AU. Adrien (still a model) and Marinette (intern at Gabriel’s) have been chatting for years as a result of being jokingly being matched up on a dating site by Nino and Alya. They’ve always wanted to meet on their own terms, but fate has something else in store for them.

—-

“It’s fine, Chat Noir. It’s my fault for not setting aside some time to get a ticket to the show anyway. There’s plenty of other fashion shows this month. Don’t worry about it.”

Adrien was nervous - would Ladybug be opposed to the idea of him giving her the missed opportunity to get tickets to the showing of the winter Gabriel’s collection? – and it showed in his fingers as he shakily typed out the question. “I’ve actually got tickets to Gabriel’s Winter Collection – would you like to go?”

The reply was instantaneous.

“NO WAY!” Ladybug typed, before she sent another text. “Are you serious??”

A grin grew on Adrien’s face as he typed. “Would I joke about this to you, bugaboo?”

A lull as Ladybug read the text, then paused in her reply. Adrien grew worried as the seconds passed. Was that the wrong thing to say to Ladybug? Maybe he should have just replied with a polite yes?

Then she resumed typing, and sent her text back. “Yes! I’d love to go!”

Adrien laughed out loud. She loved it! She really loved it! He was ecstatic, maybe Ladybug would finally get to see him in person – oh wait. The girl he loved was coming to watch him. Maybe he should just cop out on the show? What if he made a mistake?

His panicking stopped when he saw a new message pop out on his phone screen. “How much for the ticket?”

“It’s free, my lady.”

She typed back quickly. “Chat, I can’t let you pay for me. How much is it? I can afford it.”

How best to put it in a believable way that she didn’t find out he was the owner’s son? Ah.

��I won these in a competition, so it didn’t cost me anything.”

He could picture her sigh of relief as he read her message: “That’s good. I didn’t want you to pay for such expensive tickets.”

Then he realized something. “How am I supposed to get the ticket to you?”

He marveled at how she instantly had a solution. “Pass it to Carapace and tell him to pass it to Rena. She’ll pass it to me.”

Carapace – his friend Nino – was currently in a dedicated relationship with Ladybug’s friend, Rena. Both knew each other in real life and knew not to reveal who Chat Noir or Ladybug were to each other. It was a perfect solution. His lady was so smart.

“Perfect!” He typed. “I’ll pass it to him tomorrow so there’s a day for you to get the ticket since the show is in two days.”

“Thanks Chat!” She typed. “I’m feeling a lot better now thanks to you! :)”

Adrien sighed wistfully. She sent him a smiley face. Ladybug only did that when she was really happy. He made her so happy.

—-

It was the day. In her bedroom, Marinette checked her outfit – a simple flared red dress with a light black jacket overlaying it, her red purse and black ballet pumps. It was simple but formal enough for her to be at a fashion show, especially considering this was her boss’. Despite not being assigned to work on the fashion show today, she was still supposed to make a good impression considering her position as one of his interns.

Then she glanced at the clock, and gasped. It was time for her to go! She ran down the stairs, closing the trapdoor behind her and bidding her parents a goodbye as she raced down the street towards the Gabriel building, where the fashion show was to be held.

She was breathing hard, but not sweating as she finally slowed her walk down enough to make her way to the queue leading into the building. It was long, and she could see many fashion students gathered there – she recognised some of them from her course at the university.

Then she was beckoned forward – the line was moving quite quickly for being so long, she realized – and handed her ticket over. The guard inspected it, before raising a brow, staring closer at Marinette before checking the ticket again.

She bit her lip nervously. She trusted Chat, she knew he would never give her a fake ticket, but was it possible that the competition that had given her the ticket was shady? Gave him a fake ticket?

Then the guard cleared his throat, and handed her the ticket back. “Apologies for the delay, madam. Your seat is in the front row.”

Taking the proffered ticket, she heaved a sigh of relief once past the guard, only to wonder exactly what competition that Chat had entered in order to obtain such fantastic tickets. Front row seats were expensive, and a competition suddenly didn’t sound so likely anymore. What kind of person was he to obtain one of the rare and coveted VIP seats?

Making her way to the front, where all of the rich and famous sat – all of them giving her looks as she did so – she located her seat, only to pale immensely as she realized it was next to her boss’. Where on earth had Chat gotten those tickets?

She was completely nervous, looking to her left, where her boss sat, and the right, where there was an empty seat. She contemplated moving over to the empty seat, but the appearance of her boss shocked her in her tracks.

“Hello, Miss Dupain-Cheng.”

She summoned up what was left of her courage as she nodded politely towards her boss. “Hello, Mr Agreste.”

“Where did you get that ticket?” he asked, his facial expression stoic.

“My friend gave it to me,” Marinette explained. “He said he won it in a competition and gifted one to me.”

Mr Agreste’s lips twitched - a sign that he was surprised - before his eye twitched slightly and he suddenly nodded to Marinette, before taking his seat, Nathalie taking a seat to his left. Marinette heaved a sigh of relief silently, before turning her attentions to the show.

She was almost beginning to relax and enjoy the ambient atmosphere as she looked around, examining the room before there was a light hum to her left and Nathalie was urgently whispering to Mr Agreste.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly and Marinette twitched as she realized he was not happy.

He rose from his chair, Nathalie alighting with him, before he turned his gaze onto Marinette. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, I apologise for interrupting your viewing of the show but I require you backstage immediately,” he stated quietly.

Eyes narrowing with curiosity, Marinette nodded, before quickly alighting from her seat and following her boss. On the way, she silently pulled out her phone, quickly sending Chat two texts. “Where are you? I’m inside already.” and “Going out for a moment. I’ll try to be back before the show starts.” in the case that he found his way to the vacant seat beside her.

She slipped her phone back into her purse just before Mr Agreste walked around a curtain and behind a door to reveal the models in a state of pandemonium. “We are done, Pierre!” One model called, her smoky eyes glistening with anger as she turned away from a tuxedo clad man.

“Myra, please, I can explain!”

“Explain sleeping with Bell behind my back? That’s my best friend, you idiot! Any woman would have been fine if it wasn’t Bell!”

“Enough.” Mr Agreste stated calmly, to no avail as the woman started to scream expletives at the man who was cowering behind the other male models. Another model, clad in a furry grey sweater and professional blue jeans was clutching the screaming woman’s shoulder, pleading with her to calm down, only to get thrown back as the woman started physically flailing to get her off.

“Enough.” Mr Agreste raised his tone a few decibels above his previous and the screaming woman finally heard him, turning to face the fashion mogul who had a scowl on his face.

“For what reason do you have to be interrupting my show, Miss Tyler?”

Suddenly the model had no words as she realized what she had been doing: screaming at her lover over a brief spat that could have been done as the show was over. Disrespecting her boss, which was quite clear by his scowl and raised tone of voice. Making the show run behind with her screaming. She paled immensely, her mouth opening to say something before Mr Agreste held up a hand, silencing her.

“Consider yourself fired as soon as the show is over, Miss Tyler.”

He turned to Marinette. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, please make yourself useful and see what damage Miss Tyler has caused to both her and Miss Nichol’s clothes.”

Marinette nodded once, passing by one of the tables to check on Bell first, seeing as she looked physically worn out by the flailing. She felt along the hem of the sweater, before running her fingers along the sleeves, checking for tears. Her eyes ran along the designs, checking that they were immaculate still, before checking the jeans, which were harder to see but still more visible. Straightening, she pronounced her clothes fine.

She was then replaced by a more senior designer, beckoned forward by Mr Agreste, who confirmed her assessment. By that time, she was inspecting the coat Myra wore, frowning as she felt along the hem, where she saw that Bell’s long nails had created a small rip in the durable fabric. Moving onwards, she checked the blouse and leggings, both of which had escaped damage.

“It’s the coat, Mr Agreste. A two centimeter tear along the inside of the arm.”

“Repair it, Clara,” He said, beckoning another senior designer over, who was scrutinising Marinette closely, wondering why the intern was here.

“No other noteworthy damage, sir. The coat was the only article I didn’t get to inspect.”

“Clara will repair it. Miss Dupain-Cheng, you may return to your seat.”

Taking the chance to escape the room’s curious stares, Marinette bid a thank you to Mr Agreste, before discreetly slipping back to her seat.

Checking her phone, she was disappointed to see her texts unread, and a bit worried. Had Chat been unable to make it? Was he stuck in traffic?

The questions pondered themselves in her mind, and the next few texts sent too found themselves unread. When she made it back to her seat, her adjacent seat was vacant and Mr Agreste was returning, so she put her phone back into her purse and settled back into her seat, ruminating the disappearance of her friend.

Even by the time the fashion show was over she had been unable to fully appreciate the beauty of the clothes shown as she worried over her friend. Biting her lip, she made to leave just after Mr Agreste stood, quickly bypassing the people giving her curious gazes only to have her arm grasped from behind.

“Sorry,” A blonde boy apologised the moment he saw her face. “You looked like someone I know from behind.”

“It’s fine,” She said, accepting the apology easily, before looking at him, her eyes lighting up as she recognised him. ’It’s Adrien Agreste! He just have been in the show just now.’

Then she excused herself, exiting the door and pulling out her phone to see no replies to Chat Noir. Worry rising up in her, she finally decided to dial the number. The two rarely called each other as Chat said that he was often around other people and Marinette understood it well.

“Ladybug?” A voice said.

“Where are you?” She hissed into the phone. “I’ve been worried sick since you never showed!”

“Huh?” He said, befuddled. “I was here.”

“What?” She said, confused. “The seat next to mine was empty!”

A sheepish chuckle, and then she heard a sharp voice: “Sir, the limo is pulling up now.”

“Good,” A curt voice said on the other line. “Adrien, come. You can chat with your friend later.”

Eyes widening with shock, Marinette finally turned herself and saw Adrien Agreste looking mollified, before he spoke. “I’m sorry, but I have to go, LB.”

The boy got into the limo, the bodyguard Marinette knew as Gorilla shutting the door behind him before he got in himself and drove the car away.

“Chat Noir is Adrien Agreste,” She whispered in shock. “No way…”

—-

Adrien was worried. Ladybug had not responded to any of his texts – his fault, he supposed, for not managing to reply during or after the show – and his father was scrutinising him more than ever when they met at mealtimes, never saying anything but always looking.

So when he walked in on a Monday morning for a photoshoot, he had a lot on his mind and didn’t think much of it when his father told him that he was going to be helping an intern with designs for a university module.

At least, he didn’t think much of it until the intern greeting him had her mouth agape and dropped the bolt of fabric she had been carrying onto his shoes.

“I’m so sorry!”

Wincing in pain, he waved the apology away. “It’s fin-”

“Chat Noir?” She whispered.

His head jerked, and he took a closer look at her. “Ladybug?”

—-

Seven years later Marinette found herself the head of the Gabriel brand, Adrien a lecturer at College Francoise-Dupont with Louis, Hugo and Emma absolutely denying any relation to the blonde mathematics teacher (not that their surnames helped).

Their contact names were still Ladybug and Chat Noir.

[gardnerkathryn1993]

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