#something clicked between the prince outfit and the black mask outfit... If you sense a style change... that's what happened lol

[theamazincactus]

Akechi Goro... Ace Detective!!

[blue-bird121]

A Night to Remember

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It was silent in the city, where lights dominated the beautiful night sky of Paris. While the stars were not visible, the lights from atop the Eiffel Tower basked the surrounding area in a golden light. It was alluring and quiet, free of crime and akumitizations. The lack of crime and those to help could make the night somewhat slow, though Chat Noir wasn’t going to complain. The change made things easier for him and Ladybug, though it was a bit suspicious.

With the silent night and nothing else on his plate, the leather clad man decided to take his leave to visit Marinette’s apartment.

The building wasn’t hard to find, especially as the soothing golden lights glistened from behind the curtains of every building, each giving way as the path lead to the window of a familiar place.

This aureate landscape was new to both of them, despite the fact that Chat Noir did not live there. Marinette had moved to gain more space with her steadily growing business in the fashion industry, leaving the bakery and childhood home behind. Though this didn’t mean that she didn’t visit often, she had gone here with him as both Chat Noir and Adrien.

In his civilian form, Adrien had used his name to help progress Marinette’s business. The Agreste family was very well known, and having him model for her line was a huge deal. Having someone of his status grabbed a lot of attention from the press and the fashion industry. Though Marinette was absolutely a talented creator herself.

While this double life helped him become a better friend towards Marinette, he did feel bad at times about knowing some of the secrets that she’d told him. Those that were personal and ones she’d never tell him as Adrien.

Secrets like she used to have a huge crush on him back in school.

Back then, she’d been such a huge advocate for him. She helped him break free of his father’s grasp, moving past his sheltered youth. It was something that he couldn’t thank her enough for. He’d also been focused on his feelings for Ladybug, instead of someone who was right in front of him. ‘Have I always been this airheaded?’, he wondered to himself, landing on the window’s ledge gracefully.

Chat went to alert Marinette to his presence, but froze from the nerves.

The idea of Marinette finding out tonight, the possibility of her rejection caused him to worry. What if she got mad or didn't want to hear from him again? He couldn't stand to give his heart, to only have it given back. He wondered if he'd almost be better without telling her, but the idea of revealing himself was set into motion. He couldn't stop himself if he tried.

He shook these thoughts from his head, quietly rapping on the window. It was late and he wanted to get her attention without alerting the neighbors to notice a guest in the twilight hours. After a few minutes, the window slid open to reveal Marinette. She had her dark hair in a bun, bangs pinned up above her face so that she could see better while working.

Chat slid in through the window, his tail curling itself around the woman’s waist as he stood to his full height. He’d become quite a bit taller than Marinette in the last few years, which was something that’d been a point to poke at her about. She stood just above his shoulder while he was six foot two.

She looked at him, making a face at the movement, and Chat smirked. His emerald green eyes met her glistening bluebell eyes for a moment before he pulled her closer. “Meowdy there, Purr-incess,” the feline said as he let go of her. He could see a bit of red across Marinette’s cheeks, which matched the color settling across his own.

Just as quickly as Marinette had been let go, she stepped away while stuttering a bit. This was a familiar sight that he remembered from their school days. She always stuttered around him and her sentences didn’t make sense back then, though they did now.

“You’re a dork,” she said with a giggle, walking away to the living room. “Come on, Kitty. Let’s go watch a movie.”

Chat follows down the hallway, looking over the woman’s mixed outfit. The top was a regular, blush colored t-shirt. Her pants were black, similar colored spots matching her top. It was obviously Ladybug themed, though not so much so that it made her look overtly like a fangirl. He watched as her hands moved to her head, letting her bangs fall back over her forehead.

Both of them moved from the bedroom to the living room and sat down next to each other. There was a bit of space between them with Chat’s right leg crossed over the other, and his arms were across the back of the couch. His left arm was over Marinette’s shoulders, though not touching the woman as she began to pick a movie.

“You picked what we watched last time, so it’s only fair that I get to pick this time,” Marinette commented, to which Chat shrugged.

“Is there still a ban on my usual movies?”

There was the sound of the rain pattering against the window, a soft drizzle beginning to fall across the city, the raindrops sliding off just as quickly as it came. Chat’s ears flicked at the sound, suddenly glad he was inside instead of still patrolling in the wet night.

“Yep. I think We’re going to watch Beauty and the Beast. The animated version, of course,” she said before starting the movie. She then set the remote down, settling into the couch with a blanket. Chat leaned across her, pulling the large blanket over to himself and slightly moved Marinette’s blanket off of her, enough to lure her closer to him. The apartment was chilly and he was warm, which he hoped to use in his favor.

The movie began and they both became quiet as Marinette slightly curled up into his blanket. He felt nervous for a plethora of reasons, but the biggest being because of his dual identity. He was sure that she would want to know who he was. Once she found out he knew so many secrets… would she still feel the same towards him, or even still want to be friends with him? The idea of Marinette never speaking to him again made Chat ponder if this was even a good idea.

For just a little while, Chat did decide to watch the movie with Marinette and forget his plans for a moment. He’d have his chance to reveal himself soon enough, when the timing was just right. Plus, he enjoyed a good musical so Beauty and the Beast scratched the right itches. The animation was beautiful as well, and he wished that Disney still did this sort of animation instead of their current CGI style. Though the CGI still had its perks.

He was too far into this now, though. He wanted Marinette to know how he felt, at the chance of ruining their friendship and partnership. She would leave a huge hole in his life if she left.

Which is where he stood now. Or well- sat. Chat managed to move his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to himself. His stomach was full of Ladybugs, churning some from nervousness.

As Belle and the Beast played on the castle grounds, he smiled while they threw snowballs at each other and enjoyed their time together. He found it so adorable and he felt like the time to share his feelings for Marinette was nearing.

When Chat shifted, Marinette took notice. She looked up at him as he leaned down, one hand on her cheek before pulling her into a soft kiss. Romance filled the air.

Chat was the first to pull away from the kiss. His eyes opened slightly, just in time to see Marinette’s eyes flutter open to meet his own. He could feel his cheeks blushing hard, this moment being the least smooth for the Cat.

Marinette’s cheeks were equally flushed, she watched him for a moment before he began to feel guilty for knowing secrets he shouldn't. She shouldn’t be left in the dark like this. It wasn’t fair towards her.

“Before you say anything. I want to show you something. Or… someone. Me, without the mask,” he said as he wanted her to know that he was Adrien beneath the mask.

Marinette seemed shocked, but shook her head vigorously. “What? N--No Chat! Your identity should remain a secret, just like any other miraculous holder. Besides, I'm sure that's what Ladybug would want you to do,” she told him.

Adrien shook his head. “I already knew that you were MultiMouse. It’s such a shame that you couldn’t come back as her either. So, I think it's only fair for you to know my identity as well,” he disagreed, eagerly wanting her to know who he is.

Then without another chance to let Marinette argue with him… Chat revealed his identity.

“Plagg, Claws in...”

In the background of their current scene, the Beast began to change back to his human form by the love that he shared with Belle. His human form was revealed to be Prince Adam, and Belle was glad to see that her prince was back.

Chat transformed back into his civilian identity while Marinette covered her eyes to try not to look at him. He was worried whether she’d be mad at him or disappointed. He didn’t know if he’d be able to recover from that.

Adrien felt upset because Marinette didn’t want to know who he really was. That she would be disappointed it was him of all people. “Please, Princess?” he asked softly, brows raised. “I want you to know who I am. We’ll be alright, I promise you.”

“If anybody found out I knew your identity, you could lose your miraculous,” she said, feeling his hands on hers. They were warm and soft. The feeling was very familiar to her for some reason, then it clicked.

Marinette’s eyes shot open in visible surprise only to see Adrien Agreste sitting in her living room. Adrien had just kissed her. She found out Adrien was Chat Noir. The man that had been flirting with her for the last ten years.

Adrien watched her face to see a wave of emotions, Plagg emerged from his pocket nibbling on some Camembert. “Marinette?” he asked softly, a hand cupping her cheek. He was unsure of what was going on inside of her head. Until she began to turn bright red.

“Since you showed me your secret… Can I show you one of mine?” she asked while he noticed the deep flush spreading across her cheeks. Her partner had been Adrien all these years and she hadn’t even guessed. Now it was her turn.

“Tikki, spots on!”, she called the little red Kwami who transformed her into Ladybug. Adrien looked shocked as Marinette transformed, though he was glad to know that it was Marinette who was his Ladybug.

“M’lady?~” he said with a smile on his face while being shocked at the same time as Marinette spoke her detransformation words. “My kitty.”

“Are you disappointed it was me?” the pair asked one another in tandem. They both let out a small chuckle as Adrien pulled his lady closer to him. She was special to Adrien, and he was glad that they knew each other's identities now. He was unable to imagine a life without her in it.

Adrien was special to Marinette as well, the guy whom she had a huge crush on back in high school had turned out to be her partner in crime all this while. She meant so much to him, and he was glad to know that he meant the same to her as well. It certainly was a night to remember.

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Inspiration - Ignis Scientia

Hello! I wanted to get semething up on this new blog for you all and thank anyone who has followed me recently. I just made it home from my sorority formal typed this up quickly. Just a small little Ignis drabble/fluff to enjoy (I’m really on an Ignis kick, lately.) I’ve got a few final projects for school to wrap up,but I’ll try and get a few more things up this week for y’all!

I don’t know why everything I write with Ignis is so full of fluff. Enjoy :)

XXX

Coffee shops had become your haven, of sorts. In your spare time, you liked to hang out at one in particular and read, sketch, work on research, or just simply enjoy the presence of others without actually having to speak to anyone - other than the cute blonde that remembered your order and your name. Her you didn’t mind speaking to. You were awkward with most people and enjoyed time to yourself. Your best friends, and roommates, could be overwhelming at times. This particular coffee shop you so often frequented was only a few short blocks from your cute apartment, across the street from your job, and just down from the Citadel. 

A lot of people filtered in and out of the revolving doors in the front as they got their drinks to go in the brightly colored paper cups of the season. You much rather enjoyed the porcelain cup gripped in your own hand. You nursed the warm mug, allowing the heat to warm you up as you flicked your pen against the table. Today you were working on developing your newest set of characters. Writing novels was difficult at the best of times and you were currently facing a nasty case of writers block. 

Absentmindedly, you chewed your pen and sat back into the soft booth you had claimed for your own. The paper spread out in front of you had little more than a name scribbled on it and you weren’t even sure you liked the name. 

“Is everything alright?”

Startled, you jumped at the stranger’s voice and straightened up in your seat. A young man probably in his mid twenties stood just beside your table, a steaming cup grasped in a gloved hand. His glasses caught the light before he pushed them up to reveal a beautiful set of clear sea foam eyes. His light brown hair was neatly and stylishly swept up and he was dressed smartly in a casual business outfit. “I’m sorry that I startled you.”

You had to swallow to clear your throat. “I-It’s alright. Lost in thought, I guess.” You forced your eyes back down to the paper before you as you nervously clicked the pen in your hand. A slightly awkward feeling began to float between you, but you had no idea what to say. Only that you should probably say something. Thankfully, the handsome stranger seemed to know what to do. 

With a light chuckle, the man gently sat his mug onto the table top. “Would it be alright if I joined you for a moment?” He politely waited for you to nod your permission before he gracefully slid into the booth across from you. “My name is Ignis. May I ask yours?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks and you fount it difficult to hold eye contact with the breathtakingly gorgeous individual that was now seated so casually across from you. You muttered your name, barely above a whisper. You cleared your throat and tried again, this time hugging the steaming cup of Ebony to your chest. The warmth worked to steady your nerves.

Ignis studied you for a moment over his own cup. His face was carefully composed, a mask of calmness. However, you were one of many talents and one of your favorite things to draw were human eyes. There was the age old saying that eyes were the windows to the soul and you believed that. Ignis’ eyes were light in color with flakes of gold and rings of of brighter, more dominant green hidden in its depths. Around the outside, a dark ring, nearly black but still more blue, ringed the green as if serving as a borderland. He may have seemed outwardly calm, but there were emotions hidden inside the complicated depths of his mossy eyes. He was nervous, at least slightly. Excited, perhaps. He was definitely intrigued. 

His petal pink lips twitched slightly as he made his own observations. Whatever he found caused his eyes to narrow slightly. He seemed amused. “You’re quite observant,” he sipped from his cup. His eyes scanned over the papers before you. His long fingers traced over the pages of your latest work. “May I?” Once again you nodded and allowed him to look them over. “These sketches are quite good,” he pointed to a page littered with small sketched of a girl with dark hair and eyes. In a few sketches she was a child with a large flower in her grasp and others she was taller, sniffing a flowering plant that grew down from overhead. “Are you an artist by trade?”

“A writer, actually. I do sketches, but they’re normally just to help me work through character development. Sometimes they’re used to design the cover.” You shrugged as if it were no big deal. 

Placing his now empty mug onto the table, he nodded. “Ah. I see. That would explain why I see you in here so often. I suppose you may work anywhere.”

So, he had noticed you. You were normally tucked into the back corner away from prying eyes while still allowing you to people watch as your mind wandered from time to time. “I thought I had seen you in here before.”

“This is the only place I’ve found that brews a descent cup of Ebony. I typically make my own, but it is nice to leave the citadel from time to time.”

You asked Ignis about his job and he easily spoke of his ties to crown. Most would be bitter towards the young prince for the amount of work entrusted to him and the things he had obviously sacrificed to be the proper adviser he needed. Ignis spoke of the prince as a close friend with no sort of malice or anger. You had the distinct impression that the man before you was strong and unwavering in his loyalty. He had apparently been given the evening off as the prince was under the weather and being cared for within the palace.

The two of you continued to talk long after your cups had emptied. You had organized your things and tucked them away once more inside your bag. Ignis suggested a walk in the cooling evening air. He purchased two cups to go for the two of your before leading you outside. At his suggestion, he led you through a back entrance to the citadel and into the gardens. They were a common tourist attraction during certain times of the year but the flowers were only just beginning to bud and the garden felt like a private fairy tale forest. 

Ignis made you laugh with his dry sense of humor and the way his eyes glinted, hinting at the mischief that hid beneath his calm exterior. At some point, he slid his fingers between your own and your other hand had come to rest on his bicep. 

“Have you found any relief from your writer’s block?” he asked you after some time. “I find this place to be very calming and inspiring when I need a place to think.” He allowed his lips to be pulled into a full smile as he glanced around them. 

“Thank you for bringing me here. I think I’ve come up with the perfect character. I’m excited to begin my new story.” You leaned against him as a character with glittering green eyes and light coif came to life in your mind. 

Ignis pulled you to a stop beneath a series of hanging baskets. Large yellow blossoms bloomed from the vine-like greenery that spilled from the baskets. They reminded you of bananas and honey as you stood on your tiptoes to smell them clearly. He watched with an amused smile before gently tugging on your hand. “I have another idea for some inspiration. If I may.”

Curious, you nodded and readjusted the grip of your bag on your shoulder. Ignis released your hand and you were shocked it felt to not feel his fingers wrapped around your own. Instead, his hands came up to cup your face carefully as if you were made of glass. He moved a stubborn piece of hair from your eyes before leaning in. You closed your eyes in nervous anticipation and felt his lips ghost across your own, a shutter ripping through your body. “Ignis,” you whispered his name and your heart pounded in your chest.

His velvet lips crashed against your own. His touch was forceful and dominant while still being careful and somewhat reserved as if a reflection of the man before you. His tongue lightly traced across your lips and you let out a soft moan, parting your lips for him. You melted under his touch as one strong hand lightly gripped at the small of your back and yours tangled in the hair at the base of his neck. 

One kiss became two became a dozen and so on. When the two of you parted, your foreheads rested together as if in a scene from a romance novel you had written once before. It was strange to have only met a man you felt so very comfortable with. Especially when people had never necessarily been your forte out of the pages of your stories. 

“I do apoligize,” he chuckled slightly, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, the joy of the sound resounding around the beautiful plants that blossomed and grew around you. “I think I’ve found a whole new source of inspiration.”