#somedays kitty!Raven just do /not/ want to be kiss

[gomzdrawfr]

thirdly, a free way to get a (or more) cool new scars

this is the last of the three scheduled kitty!Raven post

compiled version:

oh wait i forgot about this one, kitty!Raven stealing things she shouldn't 2.0(that's raw chicken):

[dontmindmyshadowhunting]

To never being parted (final chapter)

This is Chapter 5 (and final Chapter) of the mini sequel to my flower cards inspired Kitty Fan Fic “Am I Forgotten?”

AO3 Link here.

It’s a sex scene - and yes I am blushing as I post this - so if you are not in for R-rated sexytimes, don’t click the keep reading tag…

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Kit opened his bedroom door and froze.

Ty was lying on his bed, his back to him. He was only wearing his boxer shorts, and his long legs were tangled in the blanket, its white color melting with Ty’s alabaster complexion. Kit could not help but smile at the way Ty always took things so literally.

Kit moved soundlessly to stand next to the bed. For a moment, he just watched Ty, observed the way his chest rose and fell with each of his soft exhalations. He was so beautiful that Kit was afraid to touch him only to discover that he wasn’t real. He was wearing his headphones on and Kit could hear the low sound of music emanating from them.

Kit took a deep breath before he shed all his clothes and lay down next to Ty, entirely naked. As he gently removed Ty’s headphones from his ears, Kit could hear the music louder and more distinctly.

He looked around to find Ty’s phone on the bedside table. The mobile phone screen showed that the music playing was Gnossienne N°1 by Erik Satie. Kit moved his arm over Ty’s body to press the pause button but his aim wasn’t perfect and he ended up launching the next song. It was from Erik Satie as well, a song called “Je Te Veux.” He wasn’t fluent in French, but he knew enough to translate the words. I Want You. He couldn’t help but smile at the irony.

He tried a second time and managed to pause the music. As he withdrew his hand from the bedside table, Kit was startled as he caught a pair of silver gray eyes staring at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You didn’t.”

Kit started stroking Ty’s exposed arm, with a light touch of his fingers. He wanted to feel Ty’s skin against his, to share their heat.

He edged closer to Ty, until there was no space left between them. Ty could probably feel Kit’s arousal against his back, but Kit didn’t care. Not after everything that had happened between them.

He heard Ty’s sharp intake of breath. “Something wrong, Ty?” he asked, dreading the answer.

“No,” Ty whispered. “You can come closer.”

Kit laughed, making both their bodies shake. “I can’t come closer than that. I really can’t. You know that. I am as close as I can be, unless…”

Kit felt heat rushing to his face and his heart fluttering in his chest as he processed. He swallowed hard.

Ty said nothing. He reached for the drawer of Kit’s nightstand and Kit shivered at the sudden loss of heat. It did not take long, and Kit felt all the blood in his body rush to his groin as he saw what Ty had retrieved. A condom. How the hell did he know where to…? Never mind.

“I… I don’t know how to use this.” Ty’s voice was barely a whisper. “Theoretically, I do. But I never had the chance to practice…”

“It’s okay,” Kit choked, wondering how he had found his voice. He took the condom and put it on with shaking fingers, as Ty turned to watch with an academic interest.

Ty shed the last piece of clothing separating them, then went back to his former position, his back against Kit’s bare torso, as if he could not make himself look at Kit. Kit caught a glimpse of Ty’s red cheeks before he turned his face away.

“Er… Ty, I am not going to go anywhere like this, let me…” Gently, Kit directed Ty so that he was half kneeling half lying, his legs slightly parted.

Kit caressed Ty’s length with one hand, while the other held Ty’s, their fingers interlocking. After a little while, he used his hand to direct himself and close the gap, breaking the last barrier between them. As he started to move inside Ty, he felt Ty stiffen, saw his eyes widening and his lips parting in surprise, and froze.

“Do you want me to stop? I can stop at any time if you don’t feel like going further.”

“No,” said Ty, in a muffled voice, as he squeezed his eyes shut, buried half his face in the pillow and clutched the material tightly with his hands. “Don’t stop.”

Kit pushed further inside Ty, but slowly, taking his time, all the while murmuring to Ty that everything was okay, that he loved him, that he was beautiful. That he could say no at any time.

Ty didn’t answer. His face was still turned away, and Kit felt him relax little by little, as he feathered kisses across Ty’s shoulder, against his neck, buried his face in Ty’s hair.

When Kit was fully embedded, shivers of unbidden pleasure ran up his spine and he stopped moving.

Holy shit. Sweet Mary, Mother of God. This felt like… Heaven. So good. Too good… Kit was going to be finished before it had even started.

He shook his head sharply, trying to clear it. This could not happen. Think, think about something gross. Mantid Demons. Ravener Demons. Drevak demons. Disgusting little beasts.

“Ty,” he said, holding still. “Ty, I am sorry I just need a little moment. To… to get my bearings.”

“It’s okay,” Ty replied, in a soothing tone, his voice muffled against the pillow. “So do I.”

Kit came back to his senses. Ty would not mind. This was not about performance. This was just two people in love with each other, trying to be as close as they could possibly be. If they could melt into each other, so would they.

A flash of memories. Their fifteen-year-old selves in Cornwall. Their eighteen-year-old selves in a nightclub. “I don’t mind if it’s you.”

I don’t mind if it’s you, Ty. I don’t mind if it’s you.

Kit started pressing his hips against Ty with a renewed purpose, each of his thrusts eliciting a drowning noise from Ty, until Ty suddenly moved with him, instinctively, and they both moved together, blissful heat building up through their intertwined bodies.

As Kit now welcomed the waves of pleasure rolling over his entire body, he murmured encouragement in Ty’s hair, telling him he was doing great, telling him how good it felt to be inside him. How perfect.

Ty’s raspy moans grew louder and louder, his long fingers clutching the sheets, until he choked, “Kit- I can’t… I can’t think... I am losing control.” And he did lose it. Kit felt Ty’s whole body tense as he released himself in the bedsheets with a savage groan.

It was all Kit needed to reach his own orgasm, a second after Ty, his legs shaking and his eyes blurring with tears, as he buried his face in Ty’s hair. He cried some words he couldn’t make out through the blood pounding in his ears and poured himself inside his condom.

Kit withdrew himself and rolled onto his back, breathing deeply to regain his normal heartbeat. Ty turned to watch him through his long eyelashes, his eyes half closed. His cheeks were flushed, his hair tousled, and he looked absolutely breathtaking. One of the corners of his mouth lifted, as if he found something entertaining.

“What?” asked Kit, smiling in turn, though his breathlessness.

“When you… you kept calling my name. My full name. Tiberius.”

“I did?” asked Kit. “Well, it is a beautiful name. So are you. Beautiful, I mean. That was my very first thought the first time we met.”

“You mean, when I was holding a knife to your throat?” Ty asked, one of his eyebrows raised. He sounded dubious.

“Exactly,” Kit replied, grinning. “You were holding a knife to my throat, and all I could think of was how beautiful you were. Come to think of it, it does make me sound shallow.”

“I think you are beautiful,” Ty said. “Does that make me shallow?” He cocked his head. He seemed genuinely curious and Kit could not help but feel touched.

“Of course not, Ty. It only means you have excellent taste.”

Ty chuckled.

They were now lying on the mattress facing each other. Ty’s head rested on his hands, brought together as if in a prayer. Kit stroked Ty’s cheek and brought Ty’s head against his neck, so he could kiss his forehead.

“The first time we met…” Ty said. “I saw the defiance in your eyes, the pride with which you held yourself, although you were a mundane – or so I thought – with a knife against his throat. You even fought back and got me to lose my hold on you for a moment, although you had absolutely no training. I was struck then by how brave you were. And I must admit, I looked into your blue eyes and, for the first time in my life, realized that I liked what I saw.”

“It’s strange to look back and realize that the people I thought were invading my home were… in fact, my real home.”

“Is that what you believe?” Ty asked. Both his eyebrows raised, and Kit saw a flicker of hope in his eyes. “So you are never going to leave me again?”

“Are you kidding? Now that I know what it feels like to be inside you, I am going to move in and live there.”

Ty gasped.

“I am messing with you, Ty. I am not speaking literally. This would be…”

“Technically impossible?” Ty offered. Kit chuckled.

“On a more serious note, I would love it if we moved in together. Someday. When you are ready.”

Ty’s breath hitched.

“You really mean it? You are never going to leave me again?”

Kit kissed Ty’s forehead.

“To never being parted, Ty.”

“To never being parted, Kit.”

*****

Two hours later, Kit was roused from his sleep by urgent kisses on his eyelids, nose, cheeks… A bite on his… earlobe?

He opened one blurry eye. Ty was lying on top of him, his expression eager. He did not seem one bit tired. Kit could even feel Ty’s hardness against his stomach.

“What is it, Ty?” Kit mumbled in a sleepy daze. “In case you were wondering, that was me sleeping.”

“Let’s do it again,” said Ty, sounding excited.

“What time is it?” Kit groaned, rubbing his eye.

“3:17 AM,” Ty answered, as if he had said 8 PM and was wondering what all the fuss was about.

Kit sighed. Blackthorns. He should have known. Why on earth did he have to fall in love with a Blackthorn?

*****

Tagging @darkkitai 

[kittyandco]

reverence

Summary: Billy has a fearsome surprise for Kitty... but it doesn't quite work out. Blinded by love, of course, she's actually happy to see him after such a long, lonely time.

Word count: 789

Warnings for death mentions, but nothing too major.

A READ/LIKE/OR REBLOG WOULD BE SO APPRECIATED!!!

Another night, and another self-directed conversation. So many of these that by now she had to imagine another voice or she’d drive herself crazy. Crazier than whatever was going on in this nowhere town… the one place she could find peace was here in her bedroom, where she died to herself night after night, and died to whoever everyone else thought she was. Just died. Or so she hoped, one day, someday.

She laid sprawled pathetically across the sheets, head dangling over the threshold of a noisy mattress, letting the moon veil her face. Blinking into its piercing gentleness, she sighed. Stayed quiet. Told the trees to quiet down in silent complaint, in which they shook defiantly, deeply; a reminder of just how lonely it really was. But she didn’t miss the life down the stairs, the kind of life that she vowed to escape one day, by death or otherwise, the reminder that life can take a turn for the worse and manifest into misery if you aren’t careful. Or just don’t care at all. Turning into years, taking everyone down with you. She was spared tonight.

Laid on her back like a dead bug. She imagined a ghostly touch across her body, in the place of one she’s been missing. She imagined so much in this bed. It’s where she died, but maybe it’s where she really lived, too. Lived what she wanted to live, and could be herself, could be the Kitty she thought herself to be but never really was, if you ask just about anyone who knows her. Imagine the disappointment.

More of nothing. She threw a pillow that bothered her a little too much, huffing. It knocked the closet door open that much more, in a quick creak of its hinges. Like her own personal black hole. Something different about it. Like it breathed.

Nothing. Probably, definitely nothing. But she towed through life with deadly curiosity, which had somehow, unfortunately, never caught up with her, and let it raise her up off the coffin for a bed, and her feet slid into motion, and she reached for the doorknob, pulling. A whisper of white. A presence. Thank God.

She didn’t scream, she didn’t say a thing. Instead, quiet. Still. Contrarian. She leered into the darkness with her hollow eyes, coaxing, hoping. Managing not to dream right then and there, that the blade would come up right through her. She knew he held it with a ravenous, merciless hand. Fingers aching, desiring, needing to envelop.

“Come out of there.” Those were probably the first words she’d spoken all day. Only to be met with silence, more and more silence. “C’mon,” she eventually chortled, with an opportune placement of her hand on a strong mass of black, “Come out of there. It’s just us tonight.” Absolutely nothing. “Billy.”

Her jests and eventual pleas were still met with silence. His brand of intimidation didn’t work anymore, not since it had become time to trust one another, as she decided a while before now. Another haunting minute passed before she couldn’t wait any longer, reaching up to paw the rubbery, ghostly mask away, discarding the thing like its empty eyes hadn’t seen the horrors of a man’s true nature. Fearful and evil. And yet, she still cooed to him like newborn admirers always did, inevitably, when reason was lost to the heart. “What are you doing? Trying to scare me?” Her voice softer than anything, certainly more than a spring moon’s glow.

In return, he granted his own kind of reverence, “Maybe. Yeah. Did it work?”

“Not really,” she grinned, then sighed, discontent waning, making way for an igniting thrill as her eyes followed the trail of a blade, teasing up, and up… as it kissed her jaw coldly, with the quick rush of parting lovers.

“You handled it pretty well. What if it wasn’t me? What if I was some impostor?”

“What? Are you trying to test me now? I know it’s you. I can tell.”

“How so?” It didn’t matter, so long as it was some romantic will, that he craved so secretly and deeply, all the while knowing she would give it to him. He knew she would do that very perfect thing. She handled her role expertly, with passion and effort, the tenderest care. Because it’s more than fulfillment. More than fantasy. How could he ever fathom anything that real.

“I just know. Because I love you,” she said, battling a smile. Battling and winning, all of her features collectively falling, slowly, into a focused somberness. From here, the moonlight captured them like a spotlight, like stars of the show. Their eyes met, warm and slow, commanding that their lips do the same.

[ltleflrt]

Ltleflrt’s Writing Year in Review

Once again I felt like I could do more this year, so this is the theme for the decade.  But I got SO MUCH DONE too!  And more than I did last year, so I’m happy to see an improvement :D

Total 2019 Word Count: 215,491 Total 2019 Kudos: 7,581 Total 2019 Hits: 63,620

My 2019 Fics:

Dreaming in Digital: 173,818 words (44,142 from 2019)

When Dean finds a deactivated sex bot, he knows it’s his lucky day.

Set in a Cyberpunk world where global warming and climate change has driven most of the human population into domed cities, Sam and Dean hunt rogue tech and science experiments gone wrong in the shadows, protecting the lives of those the government doesn't care about anymore. On a trip to the dump to scavenge for valuables Dean finds Castiel, an Angel Industries sex bot, which is worth his weight in credits. But when he turns the sex bot on, he learns that Castiel is sentient.

Artificial Intelligence is illegal, and for good reason, but Cas doesn't put off dangerous vibes. That doesn't stop Sam from researching his creators while Dean's off making friends with the android. If there's someone out there creating a robot army unconstrained by the 3 rules of robotics, Sam's going to make sure the operation is shut down for good.

Castiel just wants to exist. He wants to read and work in the Winchester's greenhouse and have movie nights with Dean. But he also wants to understand. Himself. His unexpected reaction to Dean. What it it means to feel.

I started this fic in February 2018, and finished it in April 2019.  As of this post, it is the longest thing I’ve ever written.  And definitely the hardest thing I’ve ever written.  You know that saying about blood, sweat, and tears?  So true. (the blood was from a cat scratch when Kitty Cas tried to jump in my lap while I was writing and I got clawed, but it counts!)  I am proud of the results, even if I got tired of it and cut out a bunch of stuff I wanted to do.  2020 goal is some timestamps!

Where The Heart Lives: 12,876 words

Home is where the heart is, but it's nice to have a cozy little love nest too.

A collection of related short ficlets without a plot. Just small glimpses of Dean and Castiel being happy and in love.

This was a 30 day art challenge called Cottagetober, that I turned into writing prompts and added a 31st day since it was an October thing and I wanted a ficlet for every day.  Writing these fluffy snippets every day made me very happy, and I think I might do something similar in 2020 if I can find a list that sparks joy.

Reunited: 2,681 words

Castiel has changed a lot in the 10 years since he was a shy bookworm in High School. But it seems like few of his previous schoolmates have grown up much, if the revival of the rumor mill as soon as he walked in is any indication.

Dean Winchester certainly grew up, though. And he seems far more interested in Castiel than the rumors.

Written as a prompt from  @melilovesmakeup-blog, this little fic spawned much joy, and inspired a prequel from @bendingsignpost, which is honestly so dang flattering.  I love this little universe, and I’m heckin’ glad I randomly decided to take prompts.

Cloud Nine: 2,254 words

“Hey, angel.” Dean’s voice is warm with love and pride, and it makes Castiel squirm in his bindings. “You think you can take more?”

I love finding new ways to write non-traditional a/b/o!  One day I was driving around, and thought you know what I need?  Dom!Omega!Dean and sub!Alpha!Cas.  Not a lot of it out there yet, so had to write it myself.  And I really want to revisit this and write a prequel.  I Have Ideas!

The Git (you) Up: 1,323 words

Dean's been crushing on his new neighbor across the street from afar. When he gets an invitation to a neighborhood BBQ, he's finally going to meet the hottie. Now if only he can get the courage to talk to him.

I saw a ridiculously cute video on the internet and I was inspired!

Burning For You: 1,998 words 

Due to their busy schedules, Sam and Eileen hire a wedding planner. As Best Man, Dean steps in to help as much as he can. The fact that Castiel is gorgeous and immune to the dangers of Dean's touch is a bonus.

Another prompt!  I do prompts like never, but I’m so glad I did and got this one.  I had an immediate, and visceral need to write this fic as soon as I saw the ask, so thank you very much @alessariel!  This prompt was for both of us! :D

To Build A Bower: 633 words

Dean decorates his home to attract a mate.

Look.  Look.  I just really fuckin’ love bower birds okay?  Okay.  Thanks for the prompt @zarauthforsaken!

Special Delivery:  2,012 words

Castiel accidentally gets a package meant for his sexy neighbor.

Another prompt! From @queenandthree <3 

Fun story about this fic, the premise was originally going to be used in Satin and Sawdust, but got discarded.  I’m thrilled I found a reason to use it in a short story!

Work Life Balance: 2,227 words

As leader of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, one of Dean's duties is to balance Order with Entropy, and enforce the will of the Fates. When Castiel's nature as the demigod of War urges him to destroy more than he should, he seeks out Dean's council.

A prompt from @kazshero!  I have had Four Horsemen headcanons for years, and could never come up with a story for it until I got this prompt.  Super grateful for it!  Death!Dean is my jam :D

The Menagerie: 1,452 words

Baby the Pegasus is giving birth to her first foal. Dean and Castiel are there to help her through it.

A prompt fill for @nickelkeep!  An excuse to turn Baby into a pegasus!  FLUFF! <3

A Trip To The Beach: 734 words

Camp Counselors Dean and Cas take the kids on a field trip to the beach.

Yes, this was definitely based on a conversation I had with @jupiterjames.  When I got the prompt from my bestie, I *had* to make it about us lol

Quoth the... Wait that's not a Raven: 930 words

Dean, Castiel, and Sam are paranormal investigators. Tonight's haunted spot is a Pet Store.

A prompt from @purgatory-jar!  And to be honest, I may revisit this idea with something longer someday.  Writing TFW as paranormal investigators is too much fun to pass up :D

Hunter's Caress: 142,229 words (WIP)

Castiel Jameson won't rest until the outlaw who murdered his brother faces justice, and Dean Winchester is the only man alive who can help him track the villain down. Some say Winchester is a cold-blooded killer himself; others say he'd been wronged his whole life. All Castiel knows is that the desire glinting in Dean's green eyes is even more dangerous than he is. Castiel fights to keep his mind on business, but during the long nights on the trail with the dangerously handsome hunter he finds himself dreaming of yielding to Dean's illicit kisses and losing himself in lawless passion.

Dean Winchester is about to hang when Castiel saves his neck with his crazy plan. But dying might be better than spending day and night playing nursemaid to such an infuriating city slicker. He appreciates the stubborn detective's desire for justice, but he'd appreciate Cas a lot more if he'd stop being a lawman long enough to just be a man. He certainly has all the right equipment. Dean aches to run his fingers through Castiel's dark hair, yearns to know how Castiel's golden skin will feel against him. And before the coming of the next dawn, Dean vows to teach him the pleasures and sweet rewards of a Hunter's Caress.

I’ve had this idea since the first year I started writing Destiel fic, and it’s been sitting in my WIP folder since 2014.  I don’t want to be done writing Destiel, but I’ve been struggling with my writing for about 2 years now, and I’m afraid it will only get worse when the show ends and the fandom starts to slow down without new content.  I figure if I don’t do this story now, it’ll never get done.  And that’s unacceptable, because this has been on my mind for far too long to let it never see the light of day.  Of all of my stories, this one is the most For Myself thing I’ve ever written.  And based on the way it’s going, it’s probably going to overtake Dreaming in Digital as my longest fic by the time it’s done lol

[gryffindorcls]

Please Tell Me I’m Awake Right Now

(Part 6)

The feeling of having Marinette’s hand in his own made Adrien’s heart soar.  She didn’t just give him butterflies--no, she ignited fireworks inside him.  It was like every cell in his body wanted to celebrate her closeness.  

When they were apart, a dull, empty ache permeated his being.  His heart felt so full when she was near, and here she was...with him!  He still hoped that this wasn’t all just a dream.

He absentmindedly stroked her knuckles with his thumb.  Marinette hummed happily and rested her head against the window.  The glow of the midday sun cast a halo of light around her raven hair as she wistfully gazed at the passing scenery.  Adrien looked lovingly at his girlfriend, and he felt his heart thump loudly in his chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he stated reverently.

Marinette whipped her head in his direction.  Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was slightly agape.  She released a quick breath, and her mouth curled into a petite smile.  Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her hands.  The evolution of her reaction made more fireworks explode inside the lovesick boy.

“I still can’t believe that you’re saying those words to me,” she said looking up through her long eyelashes, “I’ve always dreamed of having you look at me like that.”

“My lady, you are radiant, and I have always been looking.  You just haven’t noticed until now.  Even when you were Marinette I couldn’t help but notice your beauty,” he smiled.

“Really?”

“The way you always blushed and stuttered...I found it endearing.  I just didn’t realize that I was feeling love for both Marinette and Ladybug.  I didn’t think I could be in love with two people at the same time, so I kept pushing any feelings for other girls out of my head.  I loved Ladybug so much it hurt.  It made me blind, but everything is crystal clear now.  I will never take you for granted again.  We’ve danced around each other for far too long.  I am going to cherish every moment I get to spend with you.  You are the light in the dimly lit world that I’ve been living in for years.  When I look at you, I can finally understand why people write love songs.”

Marinette breathlessly whispered, “Oh my…”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she hid her smile with one of her hands.  He slid closer to her and cupped his hands on her cheeks.  She removed the hand from her face and moved it to gently stroke the hair on the back of his head.  He wiped away a stray tear and leaned in closely.

“I will never stop reminding you of how incredible you are,” he said softly while moving to rest his forehead on hers.

Marinette closed the space between them and her lips landed on his.  Adrien passionately returned the kiss making sure his actions conveyed what mere words could not.  Language had limits, but the love he felt for his lady knew no bounds.  

As the car came to a stop, they slowly ended their kiss.  Both teens sported wide, toothy smiles.

“I think we have arrived at our first stop, my lady,” Adrien noted.

“Lead the way, good sir,” she responded adoringly.

Adrien hopped out first and rounded the vehicle.  He stood up straight as he opened the cabin door and held out a hand for Marinette.  She placed her hand in his, and he guided her out onto the sidewalk.  They locked arms and walked towards a small cafe.

Before reaching their destination, Marinette halted in front of the window of an upscale boutique.  The store appeared to sell various clothes and accessories in many different styles.  The featured display hosted an array of sparkling and colorful jewelry.

She unhooked her arm from Adrien’s and peered into the store.  Missing her warmth, Adrien stood next to Marinette and put his arm on the small of her back.  She instinctively moved closer to him all while keeping her eyes fixed on the window display.

“Would you like to go inside?” Adrien asked.

“No,” Marinette answered quietly, “I’m just looking.”

“What caught your eye?”

She pointed to several charm bracelets that were draped over a mannequin hand.  “I’ve always loved the idea of charm bracelets.  They’re memories that you can collect and wear.”

“I’ve never thought of them that way,” he said thoughtfully.

“I think that your clothing and accessories should be a reflection of you.  What you put on your body should tell your story, and charm bracelets kind of embody that...well, at least they do for me.”

“No, I definitely understand what you’re trying to say.  I may not live and breathe fashion like you, but I do share a house with someone who does.  My father says that the clothes I wear and the poses I do during photo shoots need to convey a message to the people who look at the pictures.”

Marinette hummed in agreement.  She then fell quiet while keeping eyes locked on the bracelets in the window.

Adrien broke the silence.  “Do you have a charm bracelet?”

“No I don’t,” Marinette added with a sigh, “I plan on getting one someday, but for now I don’t mind just looking.  We can go in a minute.  You haven’t had much to eat today.  I’m sure you’re hungry.”

“I don’t mind looking, Princess.  Take as long as you’d like,”  Adrien grinned reassuringly.

Marinette squealed suddenly.  “Look!  There’s a hamster one!”

Adrien laughed.  Her excitement filled him with warmth.  “Are you sure you don’t want to go inside?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she affirmed, “I couldn’t afford anything in that store even if I wanted to buy something...AND whenever I go into stores like that, the salespeople always just follow me around and ask me if I need help.  I know it’s because they don’t trust teenagers who are walking around their store, but it makes me feel a little uncomfortable.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever had that happen to me.”

“That’s because you’re Adrien Agreste.”

“Yeah...that’s true.”

“Everyone in Paris knows who you are.”

“That is also true.”

“And you’re rich.”

Adrien shook his head.  “Well, I guess I’ll just have to go shopping with you then.”

Marinette turned her head away from the window and locked eyes with him.  She smiled sweetly, and he felt his heart melt.

“You would really go shopping with me?”

“My lady, I would go to the ends of the Earth for you.  I think I can handle a few shopping trips.  Besides, it would be nice to go shopping with someone other than Chloe.”

They shuddered in unison and laughed.

Marinette turned and put her arms around Adrien’s midsection. “That would be nice, kitty.  I’d really like to do that with you sometime.”

Adrien reached out his hands and pulled her close. “Does this mean I get a second date?”

She nodded.  “And a third, and a fourth, and a fifth.”

He smiled and nuzzled his nose against hers.  Marinette planted a chaste kiss on his lips, and he felt his legs go weak.

She pulled away and looked him in the eyes.  “Alright, Chaton.  You have not been taking care of yourself today.  How about we get you some food?”

Adrien laced his fingers between hers.  “That would be lovely, my lady.  I’m paw-sitivly famished.  Shall we?”

Marinette gently bumped her body into his arm and released a small, breathy laugh.

“We shall.  I’ve waited for fur-ever for this moment,” she said grinning.

“You made a pun!  And a cat pun, too!” Adrien beamed while holding open the cafe door for his girlfriend, “I thought you didn’t really like puns.”

Marinette walked through the door and took Adrien’s hand again.  “No, I actually kind of like puns.  It’s your timing that needs work.”

“So...that means?”

“It means that maybe we should hold off on the puns and flirting when there’s an Akuma around.  I care about you, and I want you focused so you don’t get hurt.”

“That makes sense.  Sorry if I ever seemed like I was just fooling around.  Being Chat Noir just makes me so excited, and then seeing you just brought out a whole new side of me.”

“Oh, Chaton.  You know the reason I say this stuff is because I care about you right?”

“And I care about mew,” he said while turning his head and nuzzling her temple with his nose.

“Silly kitty,” she laughed.

He pulled his face away, placed his fingers under her chin, and turned her head towards his own.  Their eyes met.

“I’m never going to stop protecting you though,” he said with more seriousness.

“I know,” she responded, “but like I said before...please just try to be more careful.”

He closed the gap between them and left a light, feathery kiss on her lips.  It was his unspoken agreement to her--his promise to work on looking out for himself even if he was protecting her from harm.  Even though conversations regarding their superhero partnership would surface again in the future, at this moment, nothing more needed to be said.  For the rest of the day, he was ready to focus on their blossoming relationship.

CLICK!

The sound of a phone camera caused them to pull away from each other.  Upon looking up, the couple saw two girls giggling behind their phones.

“It’s Adrien Agreste,” one of the girls whispered loudly to the other.

“I know,” the other one responded, “I can’t believe he kissed someone!  Who is she?”

The two girls continued to smile and talk excitedly in hushed tones as they walked out of the cafe.  Adrien paled.

“Oh, no,” he mumbled.

“That’s going to show up on Instagram, isn’t it?” Marinette asked worriedly.

“Yeah, probably,” he groaned.

She took his hand and gave it a light squeeze.  “It’s okay.  You told me that if I could handle Alya, then I could handle your Instagram followers.”

Adrien smirked.  “True, but I was hoping to keep you from my fans for just a little bit longer.  I’m selfish...I wanted you all to myself.”

“What about your dad?” Marinette winced.

“I was going to tell him tonight anyway.  I still have a pretty good feeling, but we’ll see.  Let’s just hope that this doesn’t mess things up.  He doesn’t exactly like rumors about me spreading around.  This might make him mad”

“Well, that won’t do.  Let’s not let it become a rumor then.”

“What do you mean?”

Marinette grinned, pulled up her phone, and opened the camera app.  She turned on selfie mode and said, “Smile!”

“Oh, you really are the smartest princess in all the land!” Adrien exclaimed.

He moved closer to her in the frame.  Seconds before she took the picture, he leaned in and kissed her cheek.  The resulting image showcased a rosy-cheeked Adrien and a giggling Marinette.

“This is the cutest picture I’ve ever seen,” he declared.

“Are you sure you’re not biased?” Marinette questioned teasingly.

“Nope,” Adrien wiggled his eyebrows, “Could you send me that picture?”

It took a few minutes for him to create the post.  The caption he wrote simply stated, “You’re my happy place”.  He tagged Marinette and sent the image off into cyberspace.

Adrien sighed. “Okay, it’s done.”

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Look, it was going to happen sooner or later.  Now, come on!  Let’s go get some food.  I’m starving!”

The two teens walked up to the counter hand in hand and ordered.  After some protesting from Marinette, Adrien paid for the meal.  The couple then proceeded to walk over to a table and wait for their food to arrive.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Marinette pouted.

Adrien shot her a confused look.  “Do what?”

“Pay for me.”

“My lady, please let me spoil you.  I’ve always wanted to shower my girlfriend with gifts...and now I have one.  I have all this money, and spending some of it on you seems pretty worthwhile to me.”

Marinette softened her expression.  “Okay, Chaton.”

Adrien perked up.

“Just don’t go too overboard.”  She finished her statement by bopping the tip of his nose with her finger.

“I will not make promises that I can’t keep,” he smiled.

“Adrien…”

“Please?”

Marinette huffed playfully.  “Fine.”

Adrien’s smile brightened.  “Changing subjects...I have a question for you.”

Marinette rested her head in her hands.  “And I may have an answer.”

“Why did you get so excited about the hamster charm in the store window?”

“Oh, it’s silly.”

“Try me, my lady.”

Marinette bit her lip.  “Uhm...I’ve always wanted a hamster.  I kind of have this dream of getting one with you actually.”

He stared at her with wide eyes.  “That’s adorable.”

“Really?”

“And also really quite funny.”

“How so?”

“Well, as it turns out, I’ve also always wanted to get a hamster...with you.”

Marinette put her hand over her mouth with her hand, lowered her head, and giggled softly.  Adrien scootched his chair closer to hers.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I guess that means you’re my soulmate.”

Marinette blushed furiously and covered her face with both hands. “You can’t just say stuff like that to me in public!”

“And not have the opportunity to watch you blush,” he laughed, “no way!”

Marinette groaned, and Adrien snaked his arm around her shoulders.  She leaned into him, and he squeezed her tighter.

“Ugh!” she exclaimed, “You’re so mean!”

“But you still love me,” he teased.

“No.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Yeah, you’re right.  I do.”

Adrien tenderly kissed the top of her head causing Marinette to giggle again.

After several minutes, the server brought their food to the table, and the pair happily chatted and ate their much-needed meal.  Happiness radiated off of both teens.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by Adrien’s ringtone.  He groaned and looked at the caller ID on his phone.  His eyes became wide when he saw who was calling.

“It’s my dad,” he said with disbelief, “He never calls.  It’s usually Nathalie or my bodyguard.”

“Well, pick it up!” Marinette said with urgency.

Adrien pressed the answer button.  “Hello, father.  Excuse me for one moment.”

He covered the receiver with his hand and turned to Marinette.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I’m going to take this outside.  Will you be okay?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.  I’m Ladybug...remember?  Now go.”  She shooed him with her hands.

Adrien smiled and quickly walked outside the cafe.   He took a deep breath and moved the phone to his ear.

“Sorry, father,” he began, “I had to move somewhere quiet.”

“Why is there a girl on your Instagram page?” his father asked without greeting him.

“I was actually planning on talking to you about that tonight.  Did Nathalie speak to you about arranging a meeting?”

“Yes, she did.  You seem to be having an interesting day,” Gabriel stated with undetectable emotion.

Adrien cringed.  He hoped he wasn’t in trouble, and he really hoped that his father wouldn’t make him come home.

“Yes, father.  I am,” he said politely.

“Is there anything I need to be worried about,” his father questioned.

“No, sir.”

“Fine.  We will discuss it when you come home later.”

“Does that mean I can stay out?”

“Yes, Adrien.  Like I said, we will talk later.”

Adrien gasped with excitement.  “Thank you!”

An audible sigh could be heard on the other line.  “Goodbye, Adrien.”

“Bye, father.  Thank you again!”

The line disconnected, and Adrien tried to contain his excitement.  If his father was letting him stay out, then he probably wasn’t angry.  He was still nervous about talking to his father, but he still had hope that it would go well.  Nonetheless, he knew that no matter the outcome, he would defend his lady.  Marinette was far too important for him to let his father do anything drastic.

Adrien looked at his surroundings before turning in the direction of the cafe.  His eyes landed on the charms in the window display. ��An idea popped into his head, and he grinned.

“Surely my lady won’t mind waiting for a few extra minutes,” he thought as he pushed open the store’s door and walked into the boutique.

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I was tagged by darling @ravenwald! Thank you, Raven! I’m gonna go ahead and actually do this one in a timely fashion, lol!

Last:

1. drink: Water

2. phone call: With one our clients at work, so that’s not exciting. ; )

3. text message: From my sista! ♥

4. song you listened to: "Out of My Head” by Little Anthony & the Imperials (I have The Flash to thank for this. It was featured in the newest episode that I just watched tonight, and I was reminded that the song exists, haven’t heard it in forever...)

5. time you cried: I can’t seem to remember, I guess it’s been quite a while, so that’s good. : )

Ever:

6. dated someone twice: No

7. kissed someone and regretted it: No

8. been cheated on: No

9. lost someone special: Yes

10. been depressed: Yes

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: No

Fave colours:

12. Purple

13. Blue

14. Coral

In the last year have you…

15. made new friends: Yes : )

16. fallen out of love: No

17. laughed until you cried: Definitely!

18. found out someone was talking about you: No

19. met someone who changed you: Yes

20. found out who your friends are: I mean, all my friends are still my friends, so yes...?  ; )

21. kissed someone on your facebook friend list: No

General:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: I’m pretty sure all of them. 

23. do you have any pets: Not right now. Someday I shall have a kitty, for now I’m the aunt to my sister’s five! ; )

24. do you want to change your name: No, I’m good with mine. : )

25. what did you do for your last birthday: Nothing major, which is the usual. My sister was over, so it was a day of hanging out with the family, and they got me a cake and a few little presents, one of them being a pack of DC Comics playing cards. : )

26. what time did you wake up today: 7am (work is annoying, lol)

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: I was watching some tv before heading off to bed.

28. what is something you can’t wait for: More free time!

30. what are you listening to right now: Well, since playing the earlier song mentioned on Youtube, autoplay has now led me to “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me” by Mel Carter. More good stuff. : )

31. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes, a few clients come to mind, and one of my old friend’s husband’s name is Tom.

32. something thats getting on your nerves: I agree with Raven on this; rude/negative people I can never handle.

33. most visited website: Tumblr and Youtube

34. hair colour: Dirty Blonde (I usually get highlights, which makes it lighter)

35. long or short hair: Long

36. do you have a crush on someone: Celebrity crushes, yes. ; )

37. what do you like about yourself: My kindness

38. want any piercings?: Nothing other than my ears, which are already pierced.

39. blood type: A+

40. nicknames: Sam, Sammy/ Sammy Jo, SammieD and Supes ; )

41. relationship status: Single

42. zodiac: Libra

43. pronouns: She/Her

44. fave tv show: Oh man, well, have to go with Gotham right now, but The Gifted, The Good Doctor, and Stranger Things are close seconds.

45. tattoos: No

46. right or left handed: Right

47. ever had surgery: Yes, but nothing major.

48. piercings: Just my ears.

49. sport: I used to play basketball, baseball and football with family back in the day. As for any that I watch, mainly just football.

50. vacation: Favorite vacation? I like when our family takes trips up to Vermont, we took a small one there back in late September, it was nice and relaxing. : )

51. trainers: As Raven said: What? I have no trainers. ; )

More General:

52. eating: I’m gonna go with mac and cheese here, haha!

53. drinking: Tea

54. i’m about to watch: Nothing at this particular moment, almost bedtime!

55. waiting for: Also like Raven said: Gotham! : )

56. want: More time for myself.

57. get married: If it ever happens, then ok. ; )

58. career: Video editor/video production

Which is better:

59. hugs or kisses: Hugs!

60. lips or eyes: Eyes

61. shorter or taller: Taller, but shorter is just fine too. : )

62. older or younger: Older

63. nice arms or stomach: Stomach, I guess.

64. hookup or relationship: Relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant, for sure. ; )

Have you ever:

66. kissed a stranger: No

67. drank hard liquor: No

68. lost glasses: I don’t think so... they’re just always in my purse to wear when driving.

69. turned someone down: Yes

70. sx on first date: No

71. broken someone’s heart: Hopefully not.

72. had your heart broken: No

73. been arrested: No

74. cried when someone died: Yes

75. fallen for a friend: No

Do you believe in:

76. yourself: Yes, but there’s room for improvement with that.

77. miracles: A little, I suppose.

78. love at first sight: Well, it’s nice to believe anyway. : )

79. santa clause: No

80. kiss on a first date: No

81. angels: No

Other:

82. best friend’s name: I got two: Carolyn and Shanay. : )

83. eye colour: Blue

84. fave movie: Superman: The Movie! 

85. fave actor: Oh gosh, a lot of options... possibly James McAvoy? And on the classic side, Gregory Peck. Love him. : )

I’m not gonna tag anyone specifically this time, but if any of my peeps want to do this, I tagged you! ; )

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ML Fluff Month Day 31 - I’m Yours, Forever

I’m Yours, Forever 

Rated: G

Pairing: Adrinette.

For: @miraculousfluffmonth

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Day 1 

Chat Noir lay comfortably curled up on a blanket with Ladybug’s limbs intertwined with his own. They lay on a rooftop, watching the stars and the glow of Paris beneath them. Cuddled up together, the couple had been laying in a restful silence for a while, but the quiet had his mind reeling. This is what he wanted for the rest of his life. They were in their final year of school, he was eighteen now, and he felt that it was time to really think about what he wanted. Marinette. Marinette was all he truly wanted.

“Hey, Mari?”

From underneath his chin, he felt his girlfriend look up at him from her place on his chest. “Yes?”

Chat glanced down at her the best he could, but making eye-contact with her at this moment was proving to be awkward physically and mentally the more he thought about the question he was about to ask. “What do you think about marriage?”

Ladybug seemed startled by the question at first, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him. “What do you mean?”

Glancing away from her, a tinge of blush spread across his cheeks. “I mean, do you want to get married someday?”

She seemed to contemplate the question with a hum. “Yeah, I’d like to, why?”

“What about… marrying me, specifically?”

Smirking, Ladybug rested her arms down on his chest, placing her chin on the back of her palms. “Yes, I think I’d like that too. But, why? If this is your ideal proposal, you’re going to have to sweep me off my feet more than that to get me to agree while I’m still seventeen.”

Ah, there it was. The teasing sarcasm he had been expecting, as usual for his lady. Chuckling lightly, Chat shook his head. “No, this isn’t a proposal. How about just a promise?”

She clicked her tongue and swayed her head on his chest to make a show of her debate. “I guess, that can be acceptable. What kind of promise are we making here? Just a promise to get married one day?”

“Nah, more than that,” he sat up, forcing her to sit up next to him. Taking her hand in his, he pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles as he always did, but this time it seemed more intimate than ever. “I want to promise my life to you.”

Blinking, she seemed a bit stunned as she gaped slightly. Ladybug’s cheeks pinked a little, making those adorable freckles on her nose light up under the night sky. “Oh. Adrien—I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to, I just want you to know how I feel,” he cupped both of her hands in his own. “I love you, Marinette, more than words can even express. I see you, and it’s like there’s suddenly hope and life in my life that I hadn’t felt since my mom disappeared. I know that this is going to sound cliché, but I’m yours forever, Marinette, if you’ll have me.”

Mouth falling back open, her eyes glazed over with tears. Immediately, panic set in as he tried to back pedal. “T-This isn’t something you have to agree to. We’re still young. Who know what could happen. You might not want to be stuck with me for the rest of your life, and that’s fine, but I just—“

Ladybug grabbed his cheeks, smiling wide before gently hushing him. “Ssh, calm down, kitten. I was just surprised, is all. That was probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

The cat ears on his head popped up to attention. “O-Oh!” Eyes lighting back up, he grinned. “That’s a relief. I thought I really just screwed up and moved too fast.”

Giggling, his lady moved in, brushing her lips against his. Their noses touched gently, as she spoke. “You never have to worry about that. I’m yours. Forever and always, silly kitty.”

All self-control was lost at those words. Tangling his clawed gloves into her raven hair, he pulled her into a searing kiss. He poured all of himself into every movement of his mouth against hers. She was his everything.

Adrien loved Marinette.

And he always would.

Forever.