#just carmys biceps floating around up there

[laiiaaa]

gushing over bf Carmy and he doesn’t even know how sexy he isssss :(((

Carmen—finally—has off from work tonight. Which means it’ll be relaxing for once in the past couple weeks, having time spent with you and you alone, cuddling over a movie, kissing between soft conversations, half-attentive before he’ll finally scoop you up and take you to bed.

But that’s for later.

Right now, though, he emerges in the living room ready for the movie you’d asked him to watch with you. You perk up at his entry and turn around to lean against the back of the couch, caught in a kiss before he starts telling you…well, you can’t seem to keep up.

All that’s on your mind is Carmy Carmy Carmy, so much so that whatever he’s saying doesn’t process, a wave of awe clouding your mind. You get lost in his image for a broad moment, doing little else other than admiring the stretch of his tee against his chest and biceps that tug the fabric just right, the sinew of his forearms tensing as he grips the back of the couch; his curls freshly washed hours earlier, still styled loosely before stressed bouts straighten them, stragglers suspended by his brow bone that charming way you remember when you first met; gray sweats handing loose on his hips, a little less so at the front to make you drool. He looks good, so so painfully good, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s not even trying.

“You listenin’, baby?” You only hear him when he tilts your chin up with his index and thumb—gently, to guide your attention back. “Baby?”

And your head follows, but your eyes still linger along his tensed forearms before they finally acknowledge his words and meet his gaze. “Hm?”

He smiles softly. “Spacin’ out, huh?”

“Sorry—” You bite at your lip. “You’re just so handsome,” you tell him as you look your arms around his neck. “It’s distracting.”

He starts to blush. “Yeah, okay.” But his hands smooth down your back anyway, pausing along the curve of your ass before an adoring squeeze.

“I’m serious, Carmy,” you coo, tugging him down for another kiss and teasing your nails along the nape of his neck. “Most handsome man ever.” One hand cups his jaw before another peck. “And the sweetest,” another smooch to his cheek, “and the prettiest,” and the other side, “and the sexiest,” again to his temple—

“Okay, baby,” he starts, flushed to his neck, but you beat him to the punch—

“And the best boyfriend ever,” you quip, extra sharp before you soothe it with a languid kiss to his lips, smiling against him as his hands run along your spine, slowing you down to sweet kisses until your forehead meets his. “You’re just the best, Bear.” And another, because you can’t help yourself when he looks like this. “So kind, the best chef ever, and so strong…” You bring your hands to paw at his arms again, “So so handsome, and you’re all mine—”

He scoffs, trying to bite back that gush of his heart, that rush of blood down south that has him pressed into the couch. “I think I get it, baby.” Gentle smooch to your forehead. “Thank you.”

You groan and sit on your heels, dragging your hands down his chest, to his middle, then closer to his waistband. Looking up at him with doe eyes and plush pout, you ask, “Take me to bed, Carmy…”

He huffs. “Thought we were watchin’ a movie tonight?”

“Want you t’fuck me instead…” Teasing a little lower, your fingertips graze behind the fabric. “Please?”

And if he thought he was hiding it before, he’s really giving himself away now: head lolling forward with a heady sigh, weight leaning into the couch as his blush spreads to his neck; mind swirling at the thought of you touching him, whining his name some more, pleading with that same pout as he’s making you come beneath him.

In no time he’s bent over to scoop you up from the couch, your giggles ringing in his ear while he carries you to the bedroom.

What, did you expect him to say no to you asking him so sweetly? The movie can wait. It’s your fault for getting him all worked up, anyway.

[fantasyfandommaiden]

Counsellor/Adrien’s Mentorship AU: Bombay

Adrien is the sickest he has ever been, but he still tries to attend his lessons with Carmine regardless. When an akuma alert goes off, what is our blonde model to do when he can barely think straight let alone transform? He has to go because Ladybug needs him, but Plagg has other ideas…

Adrien was laying on Carmine’s cough with a thermometer in his mouth, Carmine, Gladiolus, Plagg and Zeus all looking at him when the small plastic device beeped. 

Carmine took the thermometer out, looking at the small display with a slight scowl “101 Degrees. You my boy are sick.” she said, looking down at him in a sympathy expression on her face. 

Adrien let out a small, pathetic cough, his cheeks still flushed. How could he feel so hot and yet so cold at the same time? “Not sick.” Adrien said lamely, which caused everyone else in the room besides him to raise a brow and give him a ‘Really?’ expression, and he couldn't blame them. His head was pounding, his face was flushed, his throat was sore and he felt so, so tired that he felt like he was going to fall asleep at any moment.

“But you are Adrien, and I’m surprised Nathalie let you out of the house, much less go to school and then comes here afterwards for your ‘session’.” Carmine stated to him as she placed the thermometer back into the first aid kit, closing it. 

“I ran out of the house this morning before she saw me, and I had lunch in my room…” Adrien said, trying to sit up, only for Carmine’s familiar, Gladiolus the ferret, to pounce on his chest, and Adrien fell back onto the couch as if Adrien couldn’t handle the weight of the small ferret. 

“You should be in bed, sleeping.” Carmine explained to him, “Your body is telling you to rest, and the fact that you can't even sit up with Gladio sitting on your chest, shows that you have no strength.”

“He weighs a ton…” Adrien stated lamely, not even attempting to get up.

“He currently weighs four pounds.” Carmine retorted back, picking up the first aid kit. “Don't worry. One bowl of Grandmama Seraphina’s ‘Kick Sickness in the Ass’ soup and you’ll feel right as rain. You get some rest and I’ll get started on it, than wake you when you are done.”

“But my lesson…” Adrien said, letting out several loud coughs.

“Your lesson today is to know your limit.” Plagg stated to him, looking down at Adrien “Kid, you were almost falling asleep in class, you have a fever, and you can't even bring yourself to sit up because you think the ferret on your chest weighs a ton.” Plagg told him, before floating down and patting his forehead “You need sleep. Just rest, and let the mage handle this.” 

Adrien looked at Plagg, slightly wide eyed “... I must be sick if Plagg is making sense.” he said, letting out a groan as Plagg scowled slightly with an eye roll.

“This is what I get for showing I care.” Plagg muttered darkly, beginning to float over to Carmine to watch her make this so called soup when both Carmine and Adrien’s phone went off at the same time, causing everyone in the room to freeze. 

The Akuma alert had just went off. 

~~~~~

Ladybug narrowly avoided a chunk of large ice that was aimed at her as she glared at the akuma before her, panting slightly.

Princess Ice wore a long, pale blue gown that reminded Ladybug of Princess Ariel’s, only the skirt ended at the knees, and each tear had small ice crystals on it. The girl’s skin was a pale blue, making her snow white hair stand out even more. Her eyes were the palest blue, and it matched her heeled shoes. The most eeriest thing about this akuma however was that she didn’t yell, or shout, or even glare. If anything her face remained completely stoic. 

However, what she lacked in dramatic flare, she made up for in power. Similar to Stormy Weather, once you were trapped in her ice, you couldn’t get out. Most of Paris’s buildings were covered in a thick layer of ice, the Eiffel Tower looked like a giant ice pike.

“Chat Noir where are you?” she whispered softly. She could really use her kitty’s help right now, this fight was proving to be a difficult one. She hadn’t even had a chance to summon her Lucky Charm yet!

“Ladybug, hand over the Miraculous and this will all be over.” Ladybug’s eyes widened as she spun around, the Princess Ice having snuck up on her, akuma's hand out and ready to fire.

Ladybug leaped back to try and avoid it but it was too late. Princess Ice fired, and Ladybug shut her eyes, getting ready for the cold impact. 

Instead of a cold impact from her front, she felt a warm impact on her side, forcing her out of the way of the ice beam. She felt the person hold her in their arms, and felt a low purr from their chest. Ladybug felt herself relax, looks like Chat Noir made it after all. She felt her partner leap and bound away, most likely so they could regroup before finally stopping.

She opened her eyes, looking up “Took you long enough Chatton-” Ladybug froze mid sentence as she saw a pair of yellow eyes look down at her instead of green.

~~~~~

20 Minutes Earlier

Adrien, seeming to find new strength, attempted to get off the couch, which turned into him rolling off the couch as he tried to get up “Plagg, Cla-” he started to say only to fall into a coughing fit. Carmine ran up and helped Adrien get back on the couch, looking at him sternly.

“You are not going out there as Chat Noir.”

“But Ladybug needs me!” Adrien insisted, his voice feeling horsed and raw from him attempting to yell his transformation phrase.

“Ladybug needs a partner who knows when he isn’t fit for battle, and who can walk more than ten feet without needing to sit down!” Carmine stated sternly to him, staring him down “Ladybug will have to just get someone else to fight with her today, maybe Queen Bee, or Carapace-”

“But Ladybug needs me to distract the akuma in order to even GET the other miraculous!” Adrien said, attempting to get up, only for him to be pushed back down onto the couch, Carmine now glaring at him.

“And you think you can fight the akuma like this?!” she stated to him “At least let me finish making the soup, then you'll be able to fight better!”

“And how long will that take?!” Adrien barked back, glaring at Carmine “An hour?! Two?! Ladybug needs me NOW! Ladybug cant fight without Chat Noir! What would you know, you’ve never even fought an akuma, you don’t know what it’s like to have to fight against one or be in the middle of a fight!” 

Carmine looked at him, a cold expression spreading across her face “Your right Adrien, I have no idea what it's like to be in the middle of an akuma battle, why would I? It’s not like I’ve ever been akumatized…” Carmie stated to him evenly, looking Adrien right in the eyes as the memory of Royal Harmine entered his mind “Right?”

Adrien felt the immense guilt at his words as he looked at Carmine, who only had been trying to help, and he threw that back in her face and brought up a terrible memory. “Mlle-” 

“Just lay down Adrien, your not fit to fight.” she interrupted him, standing up as she brought out her phone, no doubt bringing up the Ladyblog.

“But Ladybug needs Chat Noir-”

“I know that Ladybug needs someone for support Adrien, but you aren’t fit for battling.” Carmine repeated again patiently. 

“Well…” Plagg finally spoke, looking at everyone in the room “... Ladybug does need a Black Cat to fight better, but it doesn’t have to be Chat Noir…” 

Everyone in the room, seeming to follow the kwame's train of thought, every single being looked towards Carmine, who simply blinked before a small scowl spread across her face. 

~~~~

Present

Ladybug leaped out of the person’s arms, glaring at them. The person before her was a woman, most likely an adult if her hourglass figure gave anything away. Her suite was black like Chat Noir’s, and she had the black cat ears on the top of her head, but that was where the similarities ended. 

Her hair was a warm brown colour that almost reminded her of Alya’s, and it was done in a high ponytail that reached all the way to her mid-back, a fringe framing her face and hiding her human ears. Her suite was a high collared with green piping around the neck, and on the shoulders as if she were wearing a vest. Her black gloves reached all the way up to her mid bicep, and fingers ended in sharp green claws. Her lips, Ladybug noted, appeared to have dark emerald lipstick on with black lip liner.

Her boots were thigh high, with a sharp angle off to the side, the top and bottom were bright green, her belt tail had a bit more of a green tinge to it as well, not having the buckle like Chat’s or the rivets at the end, but still swayed back and forth like a cat’s tail.

Her mask reminded her a bit of Viperion’s if it was solid black, where there was a bit of curved spike at the bottom to give off a more intimidating effect than usual. The white parts of her eyes were green, however her irises were a bright, vibrant yellow.

Ladybug looked at the woman with a look between a scowl and surprise, opening her mouth only for the woman to raise her hand in the ‘Stop’ motion before speaking herself, her voice even, and calm, in a voice that almost reminded Ladybug of her mothers.

“No, I am not Chat Noir. No, I did not steal the Miraculous. Yes he is safe. No, you don't need to worry.” the woman stated, looking back at Ladybug with a calm expression.

“I AM going to worry! That is my partner and I don't even know who you are!” Ladybug countered back hotly. “You can't just take his ring and be a hero!”

“Trust me Ladybug, this was not my idea in the slightest. It was actually Plagg’s.” the cat themed superhero stated, not looking the least bit annoyed at the young spotted hero’s accusation.

“Chat Noir is extremely sick and unable to fight. I had to stop him from coming because he was five steps away from collapsing.” she stated “He is safe at my home, with mine and his familiar. I will return the ring to him once we have dealt with the akuma.”

Ladybug blinked several times, looking at the woman in front of her. Chat Noir was staying at her home, and she knew her partners identity.. That meant…

“Your Kiki?” Ladybug asked, her eyes wide as she looked at the woman with new interest. After Chat had told her about his magic teacher, he would tell her bits and pieces, not enough that would reveal identity stuff, but she knew a bit. 

‘Kiki’ blinked at the name, before letting out a soft groan, face palming “...I forgot about that name…” she murmured softly, looking at Ladybug “Perhaps you shouldn’t address me as such well I am dressed… like this.” the woman stated, gesturing towards the ring on her finger.

Ladybug, who seemed to snap out of it, looked at her with a new determination, a plan forming in her head “What should I call you than?”

‘Kiki’ thought it over for a moment, glancing at the window beside them which showed her appearance, noting the black suite with her bright yellow eyes. A wide, almost feline like smile spread across her features.

“Call me Bombay. Now, what’s the plan?”

~~~~~~

Ladybug had been surprised that Bombay had so readily prepared to allow Ladybug to take the lead and make the plan. She had expected her to try and pull the ‘I'm a grown up’ card, but she didn’t. Than again, Chat Noir had stated that his magic teacher was always willing to listen to suggestions and give input when it was asked of her. 

The plan was simple, they had to figure out what the akuma item was, Ladybug was having a hard time identifying it since nothing seemed out of place, so they were both going to appear in the middle of the street, and wait for the akuma to appear. Than Bombay was going to distract the akuma… somehow. They were not sure yet, but they didn't have time to formulate a proper place.

The two heroes stood in the open when Princess Ice appeared, walking slowly towards them. Bombay, who had been brought out her baton and brought it into a staff mode, looking at the expressionless girl with a look of a small, thoughtful expression.

“Oh sweetie… who hurt you?” Bombay asked as she walked up to akuma, the staff still at her side, but non-threatening. 

Princess Ice stopped momentarily, looking at Bombay with slight confusion. “...No one can hurt me, I am made of ice. You are not Chat Noir.”

“No I am not, my name is Bombay, and you are not made of ice sweetie.” Bombay insisted, still walking up. 

“Yes, I am.” Princess Ice insisted, a slight glare appearing on her face, as she brought up her sceptre and shooting another ray of ice at Bombay “I will make all of Paris as cold and heartless as I am!”

Bombay moved quickly and gracefully out of the way of the ray of ice, still walking up. “The only one who is heartless here is Hawkmoth for taking advantage of whatever emotion made you feel like you had to accept his offer.” she stated her.

“I. Do. Not. Feel. Emotions!” Princess Ice yelled, charging at Bombay, her spectre raised to strike, but Bombay managed to parry it with her staff, looking at the akuma straight in the eyes.

“Yes you do!” Bombay countered “If You didn’t, you wouldn’t be an akuma right now!” 

Ladybug, who had been watching from the sidelines finally saw what she believed to be the akuma item. Well most of Princess Ice’s outfit had a frosty sheen to it, her shoes were almost matte compared to the rest, and had purple piping along the edges. 

“Bombay! Her shoes!” Ladybug yelled out, before bringing up her hand and yelling “Lucky Charm!” A giant horseshoe shaped magnet appeared, Ladybug looked around a plan formulating in her plan. 

Bombay looked down at the shoes well continuing to counter and parrying Princess Ice’s advances, noticing the slight colour difference compared to the rest of the costume. 

“Looks like I have to sweep this Princess off her feet!” Bombay said, smiling widely as she suddenly went down and swept at the akuma’s legs. Princess Ice fell backwards, clearly having not expected that, but shot another ice beam at Bombay.

Not having time to dodge, Bombay instead brought her staff up, having it take the hit instead. The entire staff turned into ice, and the ice traveled up a good partition of her arm, ending at her elbow. However, with her other hand, Bombay grabbed a hold of Princess Ice’s feet, her claws digging into the shoes. Princess Ice scowled slightly, pointing her spectre straight at Bombay’s face, the cat superheroine looking straight at her with a hard expression

Ladybug wrapped her yo-yo around the magnet, swinging it around and around, her plan ready for action. She shot her yo-yo out, it wrapped around and around a light post before it pointed straight down at the Akuma and Bombay.

“Bombay! Don't let go!” yelled Ladybug as the magnet pulled the spectre out of Princess Ice’s hand, and pulled Bombay’s froze staff (and by extension her) up and away from the akuma. Bombay, who was still gripping the shoes with her claws, brought them with her as she was pulled up and away, the magnet bringing them both back towards Ladybug. 

Bombay looked down at the shoes, smirking slightly as she landed on her feet “...I’ve always wanted to do this.” she said, looking at Ladybug before looking back at the shoes “Cataclysm!” she said, the black energy dissolving the shoes to nothing and the butterfly coming out, which Ladybug quickly caught it with her yo-yo.

“Miraculous Ladybug!!!”

The swarm of magical ladybugs flew over Paris, and with that all the damage was undone. The block of ice that had encased Bombay’s entire arm also disappeared, and the woman flexed and unflexed her hand several times, smiling as the full frame of motion returned to her. 

Ladybug, upon reflex, held out her hand to do the signature ‘Pound it!’ before feeling somewhat embarrassed remembering that the woman before her was a) much older than her and b) not her partner. Bombay however, smiled warmly at Ladybug, bringing up her own fist, causing Ladybug to smile as they both bumped fists and stated;

“Pound it!”

Bombay, how had used her powers later, stayed with the akuma victim, a girl by the name of Giselle. She was speaking to the girl softly, finding out that because she wasn’t very expressive, people thought she was heartless, and called her ‘The Ice Queen’, but never got to know her.

“Just because you dont smile as wide, or cry at sad movies doesn’t mean you don't have feelings dear.” Bombay told her softly, the girl giving a small, sad smile. “I'm sure you’ll be able to find someone that understands you, just hang in there a bit longer. Ladybug and I believe in you.” 

“Excuse me!” Bombay’s ear twitched towards the sound of the voice, and looked over her shoulder to see none other than the Ladyblogger, Alya, running up, phone in hand towards her. 

Bombay stood up, turning to face Alya who was about to ask a question but the hero interrupted her “I would love to answer any and all questions you have, but I only have another three minutes before I detransform, so whatever you are going to ask, make them count dear.” Bombay stated, smiling warmly at Alya.

“Are you replacing Chat Noir?” Alya asked, her phone pointed straight at Bombay’s face.

“No, Chat Noir had something unexpected come up in his civilian life, and thus needed me to partner with Ladybug for both her and Paris’s safety.” Bombay replied “And before you ask, no I will not divulge what happened on the count of the fact it would be an invasion of Chat’s privacy. He will return, however I will not say anymore on the matter.” 

Alya nodded enthusiastically “Okay! What’s your hero name than? Would you continue to use the Black Cat Miraculous if Chat isn’t able to?”

“You and Paris may address me as Bombay, and this should be a one time thing provided nothing else happens in Chat’s civilian life to prevent him from continuing his duties as a superhero, which he does take seriously.” 

“Any messages for Hawkmoth?” Alya asked, clearly very excited about talking to an adult superhero, she had to stop herself from bouncing, to make sure that the footage was shaky.

Bombay paused for a moment, deep in thought before she glared at the phone “... You keep trying to hurt my kids. I don't like it when people hurt my kids. So, Hawk Moth, here is my message to you. Stop hurting my kids, or for every bruise, scrape, bump or broken bone they get, I WILL make you feel all of that at once, and I won’t need a Miraculous to do so.” she stated, a slight growl in her throat as she spoke.

Alya blinked at the statement “...Wait, are you Chat’s mom?!”  she asked, her eyes wide. 

Bombay blinked at the question, eyebrow raised “...No, I’m not.” the beeping from her ring was getting louder, causing her to sigh “I’m terribly sorry Mlle Ladyblogger, but I must run. Hope that interview was enough.” she stated, giving a small smile and a wave before leaping away, Alya waving frantically at her departing figure. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Carmine walked into her apartment, closing the door behind her, she walked to the loveseat and falling face first into it, letting out a loud groan into the pillows. 

“You okay?” Adrien asked slowly. Carmine looked over at the blonde, seeing that he was sitting up, wrapped up in several blankets, and eating soup. Princess Monoka was playing on the TV, and he was already looking better. Gladio, although not as proficient in the art of brewing, was still quite good, and the only one Carmine trusted to make her Grandmama’s soup.

“Im fine… I’m REALLY craving dairy for some reason, but I’ll live.”

“Side-effect of the Miraculous.” Adrien said, taking another sip of the soup “I wanted grilled cheese and cheese danishes everyday for almost two weeks when I first started, but I’ve got it mostly under control now.” he said softly, looking at Carmine as she took off the ring, Plagg taking it and bringing it over to Adrien. Adrien took the ring and placed it back on his finger, he looked over at Carmine, who still layed on the loveseat, either trying to come down from an adrenaline high or just exhausted from using the Miraculous who could say. “...I think you did great as Bombay.” he said softly.

Carmine looked over at Adrien, a small smile on her face “... thanks, but I think you are still the better Black Cat between the two of us.”

“Woah, Alya already posted the article and your interview.” Plagg stated, looking at Adrien’s phone. 

Carmine didn't have the energy to bring out her phone groaned “Is she insisting that I’m Chat’s mom?” she asked.

Adrien read through the article quickly, smiling “No, she says that your very mother-like, however she chooses to believe the source that stated you weren't until proven otherwise.” Adrien informed her, causing Carmine to smile slightly. Seems like Alya was taking her journalism lessons to heart.

Plagg was looking at the phone still, an eyebrow raised “... Woah, they are coming up with some ‘creative’ nicknames for you though. ‘Mama Chat’, ‘BomBae’ ‘Bomb Babe’...?” Plagg looked at one in confusion “What the heck is a MILF?”

In one second after Plagg stated that word Adrien’s face became a scarlet red colour, Carmine fell off the love seat, Gladiolus began to let out loud, annoying chirps, and Zeus and Plagg who had no idea what the term meant just raised a brow in confusion about the whole thing.