and where are your eyes miss lizzie


13 Days of SevenWeen

Word Count: 1952

Genre: Fluff, Comedy

Knock, knock, knock.

You tapped against the door thrice, pulling away quickly to adjust the sleeves of your Halloween costume. To your surprise, a werewolf with pointed ears and glowing eyes answered the door.

“Wow, Wonwoo, I can actually tell what you’re supposed to be this year.” You remarked.

“Ha ha,” He fake laughed, “I like your witch mask though. Oh wait…”

Giving him a quick slap to the arm, you walked past him and into the living room of Seventeen’s dorm. There, Chan was tying Seungcheol’s toga and Seokmin, who was completely covered in blue body paint, was shoving nine fake tails into Jihoon’s pants. Jun and Mingyu entered the room once Wonwoo announced that you’d arrived. Mingyu was fixing his hair in a bedazzled hand-held mirror and Jun wore a wig that looked like the thickest dreadlocks you had ever seen.

“What are you supposed to be,” You asked, pointing at Jun, “Bob Marley?”

“No,” He said, like an annoyed little kid, “I’m Medusa, obviously.”

Upon closer examination, you realized that his wig was actually made of fake, plush snakes.

“You know Medusa’s supposed to be a girl, right?” Asked Seungcheol.

“So? Zeus is supposed to be a good leader.” Jun retorted.

“Don’t talk to me like that you little fu-”

You cut Seungcheol off with a glare and a gesture over to Chan.

“Would you like to re-think that, honey?” You asked, a tinge of venom coating your words.

The mortal god pouted and sulkily made his way to the kitchen, from where Joshua was just arriving to greet you.

“Hey, Y/N. How do you like my new look?”

You looked at him and had a double-take. He looked sinfully good.

“Uhhh… Good, I guess? What are you supposed to be? Men in black?”

He chortled, pointing at his head. You followed his hands with your eyes, and made contact with the two red horns atop his head.

“Ah. You’re Satan.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “It’s Hades, you plebeian.”

“Hey, Josh hyung, look who’s talking!” Minghao interjected before you could retort to Joshua’s snark.

You turned around and saw him drawing black vines up and down his arms, connecting to a large black ring around his neck. His face was made up elaborately, masked with blood red, and contoured deeply to portray something really evil. Your eyes trailed back down to his collarbones, where he had made stitch patterns and bruises, and further to his abdomen, where he was painted a mixture of red and black. 

“Minghao, I’m not sure what you are, but it is amazing.”

He turned his gaze from the mirror over to you and offered you a heavenly smile, much contrary to what he was dressing up to be.

“Really? Thanks, Y/N. I’m actually a daemon. I came across a video tutorial on YouTube a few days ago, and that’s what got me to do it. I’m glad you like it!”

An arm slithered its way around your waist, and you didn’t even have to look to know it was Mingyu. He had a weird habit of embracing his friends like that.

“Well, don’t you look…. More special than usual?”

“Shut up, Mingyu. At least I have originality and I plan out my costumes. You literally put on a fancy outfit and used all the hair gel to tame your wild, floppy hair, but you still look just as… Special.”

“Whatever. I know Y/N thinks I look hot. Don’t I?”

You rolled your eyes at him, shoving his hand off your side.

“You don’t even need to dress up to be Narcissus. You’ve got the personality all year round.”

Suddenly, Soonyoung walked into the room wearing a green shirt and matching green pants. For some unfathomable reason, his entire body was covered in green reflective tape. Jeonghan followed closely behind, wearing a dirty suit and a wet, long wig. He held a scratched up violin and its bow in either of his hands, though he occasionally used the bow to poke Vernon in the butt.

Vernon looked like he would on any other day, but when he turned his head to the side, you noticed that he had gold contacts in. When he saw you, he instinctively smiled, revealing a pair of fake fangs.

“What is this? A three-way relationship couples’ costume?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” Jeonghan asked in return, the three of them looking over each other in an attempt to figure what you were referring to.

“You guys look like ‘see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’,” You clarified, “Because Soonyoung is going to blind himself with those tapes by the end of the night, Jeonghan will deafen everyone within a five mile radius if he actually plays that violin, and Vernon isn’t going to be able to speak a single cohesive sentence with those fangs.”

The room became silent for a moment as everyone processed your point.

“Why don’t we get going?” Seungcheol suggested.

You rolled your eyes as all the boys made a beeline for the front door. As you turned to leave yourself, Joshua suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“Wait, I think we forgot Seungkwan.” He said.

“I’m in here!” Seungkwan called from the bathroom.

You and Joshua went to check on him, opening the bathroom door only to find Seungkwan standing in front of the mirror.

“Gosh, Seungkwan, let’s go already.” Joshua urged him.

“Wait, I can’t.” Said Seungkwan.

“Why?” You asked.

Seungkwan didn’t respond, instead he simply gestured to his lower half, which was covered by a dark blue mermaid tail.

Exchanging glances then simultaneously sending death glares to Seungkwan, you and Joshua asked, “Seriously?” in unison.

As Seungkwan tried to shuffle forward, the back of his tail ripped slightly.

“At least you can walk now.” You offered.

Finally, after all the delay and meaningless banter, you and the guys were headed to your destination: Pledis Entertainment’s first annual Halloween party. Usually party invitees each get a plus one, but Pledis was notoriously broke, so each group got a plus one. And you were the one Seventeen chose to bring along.

When you entered the party, the music was already blasting from the speakers all around the room and the other Pledis groups were already mingling. The boys immediately split up, Mingyu, Seokmin, and Seungkwan making a beeline for the food in the back of the room while the unit leaders and Joshua went to talk with some of the Nu’EST members. The other members effectively dispersed throughout the room and you tagged along with Vernon and Jun as they made their way over to the tables set up on one side of the room, greeting some of the Pledis Girlz as you passed them. 

You settled down at the table with the Jun and Vernon, talking with them and anyone who stopped by for a chat. You laughed at Vernon when some of the snakes in Jun’s “hair” hit him in the face as Jun tried to greet Lizzy and Raina as they passed by. 

“I’m going to go request a SHINee song!” Hoshi exclaimed as he excitedly ran up to your table in his blur of neon green, hurting your eyes in the process as the party lights bounced off his face. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner!”

“Neither can I.” You muttered under your breath and Jun stifled a laugh at your words. 

Being the overly excited SHINee fanboy he was, he missed your comment and ran off to the other end of the room where the DJ’s booth was located. 

“We should probably go mingle.” You told the boys at the table as Hoshi ran off.  They nodded and stood up as you headed off to go find some of the other Seventeen boys to see what they were up to. 

As you started heading over to the buffet where you could see the red face that belonged to Minghao standing next to the tall dork named Mingyu and a Seokmin in bright blue body paint, you heard the familiar, eerie sounds of SHINee’s “Orgel.” 

Looks like that blob of green got his request granted. 

As you continued to walk through the crowd towards the 97 liners, you felt chills run through your body and a creepy atmosphere fall over the room that had been a hubbub of noise and festivity. You remembered “Orgel” being a creepy song, but not to this extent. 

The room quieted and the air seemed to go frigid as all you could hear were the haunting notes being sung by Jonghyun. 

Suddenly, everyone around you started to change. Hoshi, who was still over by the DJ booth was starting to glow a bright green that with a light that couldn’t be credited to the reflective tape covering his body as his limbs disappeared and he turned into a floating ball of light. 

You rubbed your eyes, were you seeing correctly? There was no way in hell Hoshi just turned into a bright orb. 

Right as you thought that, there was loud crackling noise from the other side of the room. The floor was cracking opening with blue flames emerging out, Joshua was standing besides the large tear in the ground admiring the fire. 

Everyone else around you was completely calm as you panicked and looked around the room, no one else seemed to be bothered by this. All of a sudden, Vernon threw himself at Wonwoo. Oh no, you figured. They were morphing into their costumes.

Chaos erupted. Once you looked to your left, you saw Jun staring right back at you. His awful dreads for snakes turned into real slithering creatures. You were in a trance, you couldn’t look away from the snakes’ eyes. 

You were frozen and unable to move yet you still had your vision. You watched the madness unfold. D.K was floating in the air, missing his lower body which was now just a swirl. 

Dino looked like he was being pulled away by a shadow figure, to which he didn’t resist. 

Seungkwan seemed like he was flopping around at the base of the D.J’s stage, Jeonghan stood there with his arms crossed and looked displeased at the mess in front of him. 

S.Coups and Mingyu were now arguing over something that you couldn’t hear, lightning bolts occasionally lit up the windows. 

Woozi now joined the fight between Wonwoo and Vernon, siding with Wonwoo. Woozi’s nine tails flared behind him as he pounced on the taller member, tackling Wonwoo to the ground as Vernon runs over to Joshua to hang out.

The8 calmly shrugged as he observed the scene, without any other words to the other members he jumped into the fiery crack that led to the Underworld. 

You were trying to absorb what you were saying, but literally nothing made sense. Your head started to hurt, and you wondered if being turned into stone would kill you. 

“YO LADIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! THIS IS YOUR STORYYYYYYYY!” You shot up with a start, your head barely missing the roof of the car as Seungkwan’s voice entered your head.

“Ow! Hyung!” You heard Seungkwan whine as someone hit his head to get him to shut up.

“Y/N, we’re here.” Seungcheol said as you blinked in confusion. You rubbed your eyes and found that you were in the car in front of the Pledis building as some of the boys were already heading in. “The party’s already started!”

It was all a dream. Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you followed the boys into the building ready to have fun, when you heard Soonyoung’s voice.

“I’m going to go request a SHINee song!”

-Written by Admins Chorizo, Sea, VK, and Cali

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Summary: Dan lives in an abusive household and always escapes to Phil’s house.

Words: 1,316

Genre: High School!AU, Fluff, Angst

Warning: Mentions of drug use, child abuse, swearing, homophobic slur

Dan lives in a scary household. His mother was a heroin addicted who left when he was three to marry her dealer, his father is an abusive alcoholic, and his younger brother is following the same path of their mother. In his father’s eyes, Dan was the odd one out, the one who didn’t fit in with the rest of the family. The one who was normal. The one who wasn’t addicted to anything. The one who could get through a day without relying on some substance. Dan wasn’t addicted to something illegal and harmful, he was addicted to a person. He was addicted to his sophisticated, high class boyfriend.

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My Little Baby Llama - Part 2

This is the second part of “ My Little Baby Llama” series. This one is more Phan Fluff than Lizzie and Dan fluff, but I loved writing it as all. Hope you guys like it! And forgive me about the mistakes, English is not my first language, and its 4am right now.



Part 2: A weird night 

Dan’s POV

I have always been very lucky on the “new parent” department. First of all, Lizzie didn’t cry at night. She wouldn’t sleep until 3 am, but she wouldn’t cry either. For the first few months after she was born, I would sleep at Clary’s, to take care of her in the middle of the night, since I wouldn’t sleep early either. It was hard because of the fans, Phil and I had to pretend to be living together, but we weren’t for 90% of the time. I always thought that we were too lucky, that one day we would be sleeping at 4am and she would wake up screaming and wouldn’t stop until noon, but that was never the case. After she grew up, she never gave us hard time either. I moved to London when she was really small, so she was used to talk to me most of the time trough facetime and skype, and I would make sure to come home to her every few months and on Christmas. For her last two birthdays I wasn’t able to be here for her, because of radio show and live show, but we always made sure to celebrate it in a big way, and I was present online. She is fine with that. She is a really smart girl that understands the world around her, and that makes me one of the luckiest person in the world. Except for today.

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arguably-an-alien  asked:

what happens right after Liz gets exhaunorated? she knows ressler saved her from that bullet... she doesnt wanna go home alone and so on. :)

Hello hello everyone! Here’s an amazing KEENLER prompt that I attempted to do some justice for! All mistakes are my own and please let me know what you think:) Love always xx (and extra kudos to the real star of this oneshot @askhudsondog)

Of course Reddington was here waiting for me, I don’t even know why I was questioning it.

Their was something different about that hug though, almost as if we had crossed an unspoken boundary when it happened. We’re connected in this unique way now, and while I’m not sure how… The reasoning is less important to me than it once was.

All that matters is that he’s there, and I know that there’s nothing in the world that can change that.

Yet somehow as I get into his car, I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something … or someone.

“Now Lizzie, I don’t see you staying on your own tonight as an option,” Red said tellingly.

As much as I want to argue and as much as I’d love to be alone, I know that Reddington won’t let it go in a hurry. I accept defeat in the form of a tired nod.

“Where was Ressler?” I ask suddenly, remembering how the bullet seem to wiz past his head in slow motion.

“He took off after Hitchen’s press release, must of had somewhere to be,’’ Reddington said with an evasive smile.

Closing my eyes, I finally wasn’t afraid what was going to happen when I opened them. I no longer felt like I was being chased, but strangely I felt a sense of loss.

“They’re not even my co-workers anymore.. they’re just…” I said trailed off with my eyes closed.

“They’re your friends Lizzie, and if you ever had any doubts about it, they all went to great lengths to ensure your exoneration.”

The car came to a stop and I curiously looked out the window, only to find myself in a familiar apartment complex.

“But wh…” I looked at Reddington confused.

“Because the only other person who has gone through as much as you have on an emotional level in the past year is Agent Ressler,” Reddington said, continuing, “Whatever you decide to do now Lizzie is completely your choice.”

I thanked Red and got out of the car.

As I made my way up to his apartment I couldn’t help but laugh because I felt almost as though he was going to arrest me when he saw me.

The pitt in my stomach grew as I knocked on the door for the first time, and even more so as I did the second and third time.

Maybe he’s out? I thought, before seeing on my watch that it was almost midnight, Or asleep… or out and asleep?

I shook the thought away, ignoring the odd feeling it gave me.

When I turned around I jumped in shock.

There stood a Ressler, observing me intently.

“Hi,” I said awkwardly.

“Hi,” he responded with an annoyingly flirtatious smile.

Thats new.

To make matters worse he was in casual clothes.. He looks hot I thought observing that it was the first time I’d seen him in normal clothes. His dark quantico hoodie and deep blue jeans with black converses suited him very nicely.

Realising he was still smiling and we were both still standing in the same position I said the first thing that came to mind, “So what’re you doing here?”

He readjusted the grocery bag in his arms, laughing out loud, “I live here…”

I felt my cheeks redden as I comprehended my own words, “Right! What am I doing here?”

Shaking his head with a smile, Ressler walked past me, going to unlock the door. And for the first time I noticed barking on the other side.

“You got a dog?” I asked, surprised and nostalgic.

Ressler turned around and smiled cheekily, it was nice to see him smile again, “I’d call it more temporary foster care.”

As he opened the door, a small bundle of brown joy came hurdling through the door. At first it ran to Ressler, jumping excitedly but then it saw me and.. and I saw him.

“Hudson..” I breathed, dropping to my knees and picking him up.

Hudson was the only remnant of my old life, and I’d thought, like the rest of it, he was lost too. I could feel the tears in my eyes threatening to fall.

And as Hudsons tail wagged with happiness and he trotted into the apartment as if trying to show me, I saw Ressler still quitely observing again.

“You should probably come in, some crazy person who missed the news might try to citizen arrest you,” he said, only half jokingly.

“You took my dog..” I said, my heart heavier than it’d been in a long time.

“Little man saved my life,” he replied walking into the apartment.

The tone of his voice was jovial, yet something in it made me stop in mu tracks. A short bark bought me back to reality.

“Alright, alright, geez,” Ressler was saying, bending down to fill Hudson’s bowl with food.

Before Ressler could stand again, Hudson jumped up and licked his face.

“Ugh, stop!” Ressler said, wiping his cheek but grinning at the dog.

They were an odd pair.. But still strangely endearing. 

Ressler stood up and looked at me, “So how does it feel- being free?”

Clearing my throat I thought about my answer, “It feels… it feels like it did when I was on the run. Only then I used being a wanted fugitive as an excuse for being alone, now I know that I just have nobody.”

Okay, that sounded pathetic even to my own ears, I thought to myself.

Ressler seemed like he was prepared for it though, he said carefully, “I’m not sure “nobody” is the right word to use. I mean Raymond Reddington picked you up from the court house and then you came straight here to me… and Hudson,” he added as the little hero hurdled towards me and with renewed energy jumped on the couch beside me.

“Reddington doesn’t count,” I said immediately, absentmindedly patting Hudson’s head.

“And what about Hudson and I? Do we not count either?” Ressler asked.

I tried to stop it, I did… But too much had happened in the last 78 hours. The tears started falling on their own accord. I turned away from Ressler, chastising myself when I felt a hand on my arm.

Ressler was bent down again so he was just below eye level with me. Somewhere near me I could hear Hudson whimpering.

“Liz” Ressler said, trying to get my attention.

But I’d been here before, I’d been weak like this before. I’d clung onto Ressler before, I’d clung on to Tom before… I’d clung onto Reddington before. I needed to be stronger than that.

“Hey!” Ressler said, placing his hand on my chin and gently making me look at him.

I took a deep breath and firmly looked him directly in the eye.

I’d expected him to say something, to tell me that it was okay, that I was safe. But he just looked at me, searching again.

“You think crying makes you weak,” Ressler said.

I didn’t reply, after all it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. It was then that I remembered Reddintons words, “the only other person who has gone through as much as you have on an emotional level in the past year is Agent Ressler.”

“Liz, you can cry, you can sob on live television in front the world… but no one who knows what you’ve been through could ever accuse you of being weak,” Ressler said.

“Then why do I feel so weak?” I whispered, feeling my mask slipping once again.

Ressler reached out and placed a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“I came here because I needed to see you, to know that we could still be friends.. a-and I saw Hudson and I-I” I stopped because I couldn’t say anything else.

“You’re not going to push me away,” Ressler said firmly, “Not anymore, no matter what happens, coming to me doesn’t make you weak Liz, wanting someone to care and caring in return doesn’t make you weak. That’s Reddington talking, not my partner.”

“But I’m not your partner anymore,” I said, actually letting out a soft sob.

And there it was.. the real reason why I was so upset. No matter how much had happened how much had changed, I was no better off than a wanted criminal. I was working for the FBI from the outside. I wasn’t with my team, with my people.

Ressler’s warm hand cupped my cheek and I was drawn to the brightness of his eyes, captivated by their story.

“Thats odd, because it feels like you are. Because I may have been the boy scout for country and flag… but since I met you… There’s no Donald Ressler without Elizabeth Keen.”

I drew in a breath of air and for the first time in a long time, I felt as if it was enough.

I pulled Ressler by the arm and sat him down beside me before leaning against him and letting him comfort me by putting an arm around my shoulder and resting his cheek on my head.

“Why were you shopping at midnight?” I asked suddenly.

I felt the chuckle rather than heard it, “Theres no people at midnight, I hate having to wait and manoeuvre around angry mothers and bratty kids.”

I laughed aloud at the disdain in his voice, it felt good to laugh.

“Staying the night?” He asked almost too casually.

“No I wouldn’t want to intrude…” I said immediately.

He grinned down at me, “Yeah because Hudson and I were planning to have a nice romantic night in,” he said sarcastically.

Upon seeing my hesitation he added, “You can take the couch, besides you just got back… Hudson would miss you.”

I laughed again, reaching out to my doggy once again as Ressler stood up to get a blanket and pillows.

As he walked past me he looked a Hudson whose head was between his paws and looking up at Ressler at the same time, “Oh so now you decide to be quiet,” Ressler addressed the dog, ruffling its head, he added, “buck up mate, she’s here to stay this time.”

I felt the smile grow on my face but I tried, unsuccessfully, to not read too much into the words. 

Once he got back we both started setting up the bedding and it was difficult to ignore how effortlessly we seemed to work together and get a rhythm going.

“Okay, all done, I- um… I got you some sweats.. you’re welcome to have a shower if you want…” He rambled.

“I’m actually pretty tired.. I might just hit the sack if thats alright.” I said, going to the bathroom to change.

As expected the clothes were much too large for me.. the shirt came to mid-thigh at least.. but the pants just refused to stay up.

Oh what the hell I thought to myself, pulling the shirt down and venturing back into the living room.

“So the air conditioner remote is right he-“ Ressler started to explain but stopped upon seeing my attire.. or rather, lack thereof.

I felt my cheeks warm up when his eyes swept over my form stopping at my bare legs and when he swallowed I felt the urge to explain, “The pants were too big and they kept falling down…”

“No no,” he said immediately, “Its fine, I mean you look much better without the pants.. I mean with my t-shirt, the t-shirt.. I mean.. wait what?” He finished looking confused.  

I giggled at his expression and he looked at me with surprise.

“Come on! Get over here,” He gestured at the couch, “Wouldn’t want Hudson getting any ideas.”

As I sat on the couch carefully, he threw the comforter over me with a playful smile which I returned. And then I felt it fade.

Suddenly the room seemed to be so much bigger than me.. and I knew that I wasn’t quite ready to be alone yet.

“Hey, theres this movie I’ve been wanting to watch on Netflix but I haven’t had time.. Any interest??” Ressler asked smoothly.

I looked gratefully at him and nodded.

He quickly set it up and came to sit beside me. When I told him to move over, he looked at me, confused.. But ever the gentlemen.. he did what he was told without question.

I placed a pillow on his lap and lay my head on it in one motion.

“Why do I feel like this is only comfortable for one of us?” Ressler asked before answering, “Oh right, thats because it is only comfortable for one of us.”

“You just answered you’re own rhetorical question Ress. Lame.” I laughed.

Other than a small chuckle, Ressler fell silent and I started to think that maybe he was uncomfortable.

Just when I was about to move, he gently laid his hand on my head and began to stroke my hair with such tenderness that I felt tears come to my eyes once again. 

My eyes automatically closed and the last thought I had before drifting off into a peaceful sleep was that, even though this was the first time Ressler and I done this, I had somehow missed it.  

Why don't you call me princess papa?
  • Elizabeth is Marinette and Adrien's daughter. She's 5 and still ask some questions to his romantic dad.
  • Elizabeth: Papa! Papa!
  • Adrien: Yes my little fairy ?
  • Elizabeth: Why uncle Nino call Lea "my princess" ?
  • Adrien: Well because she's his daughter.
  • Elizabeth: and why don't you call me like this ?
  • Adrien: Because -pick her up and kiss her nose- you're my little fairy! Plus I already have a princess.
  • Elizabeth: Who? Who?
  • Adrien: -smirk- your mummy, kitten, she's my princess.
  • Elizabeth: how sweet papa! Hold a sec, when does mama come back ?
  • Adrien: In one hour,why ?
  • Elizabeth: Put me down Papa! I have to do something important before she come home! -he put her down- And don't enter my room okay ?
  • Adrien: Wai- okay...
  • -Later in the evening-
  • Marinette: -sigh- I'm home Adrien where are you ?
  • Adrien: -from the kitchen- Here m'lady
  • Marinette: where is Lizzy,chat ?
  • Adrien: in her roo-
  • Elizabeth: mamaa -hugs her legs- I've missed you mama
  • Marinette: miss you too sweetie, how was your day with Papa?
  • Elizabeth: Amazing! Papa let me see Lea and uncle Nino and- Mama I have something for you ! Close your eyes
  • Marinette: ..okay
  • Elizabeth: -put a crown on her head- here you go mama you can open your eyes
  • Marinette: -open her eyes- what's that sweetie ? A crown ? What's for?
  • Elizabeth: From now on you're the princess of this kingdom
  • Marinette: Is that the idea of Papa ?
  • Adrien: I'm innocent your majesty!
  • Elizabeth: Papa tell me about why he call me "my fairy" and not "princess" because mama is his princess! How romantic of him, right mama?
  • Marinette: Sure he is, thanks sweetie for the crown -kiss her nose-
  • Adrien: -exist the kitchen and go join Marinette and Elizabeth- Lizzy sweetie go wash your hands the diner is done.
  • Elizabeth: Yees Papa! -exist the hall-
  • Adrien: Soooo~ you're highness where's my kiss?
  • Marinette: Does this stray cat deserve a kiss from a princess?
  • Adrien: Am I not your charming prince ?
  • Marinette: Okay come here you silly -kiss him-
  • Adrien: Aren't I the most happiest guy in this world with the most beautiful wife and a lovely daughter -he nuzzle into her neck-
  • Marinette: -put her hand on his head- Thanks Chat. Plus we have a beautiful kingdom: a fairy, a princess and a cat-prince -giggle-
  • Adrien: -with a smug smile- Right! But how about new members -put his hands on her tummy-like a knight or a dragon?
  • Marinette: -blush- A-Adrien-
  • Elizabeth: Mama! Papa! Come here !
  • Adrien: Yes my little fairy ! Let's go Marinette
  • Marinette: Y-Yu..Y-Yes-
  • Adrien: -sly smile- What? Cat got your tongue? -wink at her-
  • Marinette: C-Chaat !