Yellow-river

A Simple Suggestion

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Originally posted by akumatisedmari

So I had a dream last night. A dream that Ladybug and Chat Noir moved out of their homes into a studio apartment together so they could be around each other and get to akuma attacks quickly and always be alert.

But they never detransformed. They were always suited up and just lived together like two best friends and kept the city safe.

@philosophy-and-coffee said it’d make a neat fic idea and had a few cute ideas to add on to it, so…naturally, I wrote it. 

A Simple Suggestion
Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. 
The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret.
Rated: G (might change to T later)
Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir

Chapter 1 - A joke
Word count: 1,464
Read on: ao3 

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It had started out as a joke.

Chat Noir had thrown the idea into the air one night when they’d taken a break from patrol. The city was quiet, the breeze that danced through the open sky was refreshing, and the laughter that had accompanied his voice had made Marinette smile all too wide.

“What if we moved in together?” he’d asked with a nervous twitch of his tail. “I’ve been preparing to move out for a while, but…I don’t know. Something about the thought of living alone makes me nervous.”

“You mean-” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Us? Move in together? Like, Ladybug and Chat Noir living together?”

“Yeah,” Chat laughed. “What if?”

At first, she’d given her partner nothing more than a chuckle and a dismissive pat on the shoulder, shaking her head at the simple notion. It had been such a funny thing for him to suggest that the giggles that rose from her throat had been all too hard to suppress. Even if she secretly didn’t despise the idea, she knew it would never work out.

“How would we even manage that?” she asked, swinging her legs over the ledge of the apartment complex they had paused upon and taking in a breath of the atmosphere. She could detect a small hint of food cooking somewhere, and in the distance music played, which added to the comforting ambiance of the city she adored so much. “We’d just walk around in our own home transformed, like it was a completely normal thing?”

Chat Noir offered a shrug, looking a tad sheepish. “Hah, yeah, I guess that does sound kind of stupid.”

A frown replaced Marinette’s smile, and she felt a small hint of guilt for her previous comment. “Well,” she said in an attempt to fix her blunder. “I don’t know about stupid…”

“It would probably be weird,” Chat continued, “and awkward at times…and it wouldn’t be easy…”

Marinette nodded.

“…but I dunno,” he sighed, shifting his gaze. “Part of me thinks we’d be able to make it work.”

Allowing the thought to process, Marinette tapped her finger along the aged paneling of the roof they sat atop, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she sought for a reply.

Would they be able to make it work?

After all, she’d been thinking about moving out of the bakery soon due to space, and she didn’t like the idea of living alone either…and Alya was already sharing an apartment Nino…

“Maybe,” Marinette said, a hint of humor in her voice. “But we’d be together all the time, and I can’t exactly picture myself cooking dinner wearing a skin-tight suit. Even if it would protect me from burns.”

Chat supplied a small snort of laughter at her statement. “I guess that’s a bonus. Would living together be so weird, though?”

Marinette opened her mouth to answer with a “yes, of course!”, but paused as she couldn’t exactly find an explanation why it would be so odd for them to live together under those circumstances. Sure, it’d feel a bit off to walk around an apartment with her suit on, but by now Marinette was used to wearing polka-dots for long hours. She felt more natural in her transformation than she ever had five years prior when she was fourteen, freshly new to the world of superheroes and saving the city, and for a brief second the thought that maybe Chat’s idea wasn’t such a stupid one passed her mind.

It would be a hell of a lot more convenient for the both of them. They wouldn’t have to worry about when the other would show up during akuma attacks, or struggle going through a battle alone while one of them was on their way.

(Or, on the rare occurrence that a certain Ladybug slept in late during a rather difficult akuma attack, Chat Noir wouldn’t have to suffer through another hour of holding a violet butterfly within his paws and panicking over what he should do with it.)

A small grin twitched at the corner of Marinette’s mouth before a second thought passed her mind, causing the hint of a smile to fall.

She knew Chat Noir was dying to get out of his house. Nineteen years old and still suffocating under the watchful eye of his parents (parent?), Chat often expressed his sorrows about his home life with a forlorn sigh. Though he never delved too deeply into personal details, Marinette could tell just by the carefully worded sentences that he was having a difficult time staying happy in the house he’d lived in since he was a baby.

And, although she couldn’t relate, Marinette did feel for her friend. There were often times where she had considered begging Tikki to let them reveal their identities to each other just so she could take Chat Noir to the bakery and gift him a place to live that he looked forward to coming home to.

(Too many nights had she found Chat patrolling the city when there hadn’t been a scheduled patrol, after all.)

And now the words were on the tip of her tongue; the confirmation she knew her partner was secretly hoping for notwithstanding the fact that he was writing it off as a joke.

A joke that tugged at his lips in a sort of dejected smile that did not—would not—reach his eyes.

“I wonder how that would work,” Marinette whispered, eyes falling to the city streets below, where cars trailed lazily down the two-way street in a pale river of yellow lights. “Maybe we could make it work.”

One of Chat’s velvet ears twitched against his shaggy blond hair, and his eyes met hers for a fleeting moment. Even in the second of shared eye contact Marinette could see the tiny spark of hope that glowed within them, and she couldn’t stop the smile that began to spread across her face.

Maybe they could move in together. Sure, she’d have to talk to Tikki about it first, and they’d have to find an inconspicuous apartment in the middle of the city together, and it would wouldn’t be easy…

But…

But…no. That was just silly.

A silly, silly idea. It wouldn’t work out. How would they keep their identities secret? How would they be able to live life as normal civilians and go about their daily duties—work, university, grocery shopping—without revealing themselves?

You’ll never know until you try, a little voice peeped in the back of Marinette’s mind. What could be so bad about it?

What could be so bad? Well, they could accidentally come home destransformed, or sleepwalk in their pajamas, or both walk up to the front door at the same time without their suits on, or, or-

Or…what?

All of those situations could easily be avoided. They could set rules. Marinette could make masks so they wouldn’t have to be transformed all of the time, or they could turn out the lights every now and then. Or maybe they could set certain days where they would stay transformed so they could hang out.

Huh…the whole idea was beginning to seem a lot simpler than it had been three minutes ago.

Yeah, Marinette replied to the earlier thought, what could be so bad?

She knew of plenty of things that could be bad, as her anxiety had ways of creating the most outlandish situations. For now, however, she ignored them.

Looking over to Chat Noir, Marinette smiled, giving his back (which was slumped over in a sad sort of way) a gentle pat. He responded by sitting up straight, a question on his lips and hope in his gaze, ears perked up in interest. They stared at each other for a breath or two before Marinette exploded into a fit of laughter, her stomach clenching with the force of of her chortle.

Chat flinched at first, obviously surprised by her sudden outburst, but a second later he joined her in the ocean of giggles that had flooded between them. His smile was so wide that Marinette could see the white glint of his teeth and lovely crinkles around his eyes, as well as the shake of his shoulders and a single tear—whether it be from laughter or relief—that slid down his cheek.

And that was how Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladybug, nineteen-year-old baker’s daughter found herself transformed and heaving box after box into a two-bedroom apartment smack dab in the middle of Paris a month later with a black cat trailing just a step behind her, placing a few of his own boxes on the wide, empty wooden floor.

It had been a crazy, crazy idea.

But sometimes, Marinette knew, the craziest of ideas were the best of all.

In case you need comfort right now...

I don’t have the right words for anyone who needs comfort right now, I’m in need of it too due to a situation at home with my family, and the fear of things transpiring that harm my loved ones and fellow peoples abroad. 

But here are some stories that I’ve written that could maybe help you, either distract you or possibly make you feel some love in your heart. It’s not a lot, it’s not good, it’s not enough, but it’s all I have to give anyone. So here are some stories to hopefully make you feel better or loving or loved. 


The Legend of Korra

Overwatch

RWBY 

Red Vs Blue

Steven Universe

Mass Effect (Franchise)

Other


Enjoy which is essentially my entire archive of fluff and feel good writing on AO3. Please, if this helps you, feel free to comment! And stay safe my friends. 

2

19-year-old Brandon Swanson lived in Marshall, Minnesota, with his parents. He was a student at Minnesota West Community and Technical College. An avid reader, Brandon wanted to eventually get a career in the sciences.

It was the final day of college on the 13th of May, 2008, and Brandon and several friends were celebrating their graduation at one of his friend’s house. It was a small gathering and there was limited amount of alcohol. Witnesses would later say that Brandon consumed some but was far from drunk. Shortly after midnight, Brandon climbed into his green Chevy Lumina Sedan and started on his journey home. At approximately 12:30AM, his parents received a phone call from Brandon. He had crashed into a ditch and was unable to get his car back out. He wasn’t injured, he reassured them and asked if they could come and collect him.

As they drove to the destination Brandon claimed he was, they were unable to find him. “He was absolutely positive he knew where he was,” his father said. But there was no sign of Brandon. They called Brandon back and asked if he could see them along the road to which he replied that no, he could not. Brandon then hung up before his father called him back. Brandon apologised and told them he would walk the short distant back to his friend’s house in Lynd where his parents would meet him. Just before 2AM, while directing his parents where to go, Brandon shouted “oh shit!” before the line went dead.

That was the last time anybody ever heard from Brandon. His parents called and called but the calls were ignored. They drove around attempting to find Brandon but to no avail. They then alerted the authorities. When investigators traced Brandon’s phone, it was uncovered that Brandon was over 20 miles away from where he believed he was and where he was telling his father he was. His car was eventually found but a search of it and surrounding area turned up no clues. Police theorised that he may have fallen into the Yellow Medicine River but this is refuted by his family. Cadaver dogs didn’t pick up a scent and his body never re-surfaced. Furthermore, a splash would have surely been heard by his father and if the phone fell into the water with him, then it certainly wouldn’t ring - it would cut straight to voicemail when his parents called back. Another possibility is foul play. Did something sinister take place down that winding, dark, country road?

The whereabouts of Brandon still remains a mystery.

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Ancient Tomb of Northern Zhou Dynasty Discovered in Xi'an Chang'an district of Xi'an, capital of Northwest China’s Shaanxi province.

Archaeologists announced on Tuesday that an ancient tomb belonging to the Tuyuhun Huihua Princess during the early Chinese Northern Zhou Dynasty (557-581) was discovered in Chang'an district of Xi'an, capital of Northwest China’s Shaanxi province.

According to Shaanxi Provincial Institute of Archaeology, two human skeletons and a total of 166 pieces of burial objects were found inside the tomb. The objects included warrior figurines, bronze wares, and inscriptions.

Based on the information from burial sites, archaeologists concluded that the tomb must belong to the Tuyuhun Huihua Princess of an ancient nomadic tribe in the early Northern Zhou Dynasty (557-581).

Tuyuhun was a powerful kingdom established by nomadic tribes related to the Xianbei in the Qilian Mountains and upper Yellow River valley in ancient China.

Archaeologists said the discovery helps learning the historical changes of ethnic groups in ancient China.

Watch on the-earth-story.com

Pace of the clip is a little fast for me…but check it out, The Yellow River/Hukou Waterfall, China - look how muddy the river is!

Smite A-Z: He Bo

Though I spent as much time on this as any other Smite A-Z, half of that time was spent on running back and forth between the table and the rat cage since I am looking after my sister’s (baby) rats starting today :D

I changed He Bo’s skin colour bc I felt the original is way too pink to be Asian, so I grabbed a photo of a Chinese man and used those colours as a ref for a better skin colour =v=

He Bo © Hi-Rez Studios