anonymous asked:

Ladrien, Enemies AU

“Looks like someone’s on their last life.”

Chat Noir smirked. “You’re not exactly doing so well yourself, bug.”

Ladybug chuckled, the sound harsh as it echoed over the brick wall behind Chat Noir. “I’m doing better than you.” She glanced down at his ring as she swung her yo-yo. “One paw left. What a catastrophe.”

“Unfortunately for you, I’m not so easy to pin down.” He readjusted his grip on his baton as he spoke, scanning his surroundings for a path he could use to escape. “But you’re purrfectly welcome to try.”

He leapt out of the way the second she struck, her yo-yo digging into the wall behind him, instead of wrapping around his arms. Chat Noir raced to the edge of the roof and dove, his baton dragging down the side of the building as he went, slowing his fall enough so he could release his transformation in a bright flash of green and run to the main road the second his feet hit the ground.

Ladybug couldn’t be too far behind him, and he only stopped to catch his breath once he’d managed to put some distance between them. Plagg peeked up at him from his pocket. “Kid, that was way too close.”

“I know,” Adrien managed through gulps of air. “She’s getting better.”

Plagg ducked back into Adrien’s pocket seconds before something landed behind Adrien. He knew who it would be without looking, but he couldn’t let her know that. He fought every instinct to flinch or run or show any sign of fear. Right now, his only hope was tricking her into thinking he was a random Parisian walking home in the dead of night.

Ladybug stepped in front of him. “Have you seen-” She paused, recognition flashing in her eyes, almost too fast for Adrien to be sure he saw it. Then, she cleared her throat and continued, “Did Chat Noir come by here?”

Adrien shook his head. “I haven’t seen him.”

“Are you sure?” She frowned. “I could have sworn he went this way. What about anyone running through here?”

“No. It’s been pretty quiet.”

She grimaced. “Well, it’s not the safest part of town.” She tensed and turned on him. “What are you doing out here, anyway?”

“My friend was playing at a club down the road.” Adrien blurted out the first excuse he could think of. “I lost track of time.”

“Really?” Ladybug stepped closer. “Which friend?”


And he really should have noticed the way her tone changed when she asked the question, the way it settled into something too light to be natural. He should have paid attention to the way she positioned herself so she could wrap an arm around his waist easily if he gave the wrong answer. Somehow, he’d done just that, because in an instant, Ladybug’s arm was around his waist, and he was flying through the air, an iron grip holding him to her side.

“I think there’s someone you need to meet, Chat Noir,” Ladybug called down to him over the sound of wind whipping past his ears.

Adrien froze, his heart sinking as panic rose in his chest. Because if Ladybug knew who he was, he knew exactly who she was taking him to see.

And he was not ready to face Hawkmoth.

I feel like I see a lot of Chat Noir/Adrien working for Hawkmoth, but I kind of wanted to write something where it’s Ladybug for a change.

Send me a ship and an AU, and I’ll write something for it!

anonymous asked:

Tell me a sappy story?

(How about sappy in both senses, because I can never resist a pun?)

“Hello,” said the dryad, venturing forth from the cluster of trees dotted along the slope. Her skin was silver-brown, her tangled hair was a soft blue-green, and her long fingers were cupped as if holding something precious.

“Hello,” replied the oread, toes at the edge of her cliff. Her skin was the sun-warmed tan of rock, her hair was streaked through with red, and very rarely did she speak with nymphs of other kinds.

The dryad’s hands flowered open to reveal nestled between then a precious seed.

“I would like my son to grow where he may know the wine-dark sea,” she said, her wine-dark eyes black and bright. “Would you show me where his roots would find firm soil to grip, that wind could not rip him free?”

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headcanon :     rapunzel’s dress used to fit her perfectly when she originally made it ,   but years of wear and tear have left the skirt and sleeves short in length .   it’s apparent that gothel has not gotten any more fabric for rapunzel to make another dress for herself ,   and rapunzel ,   i doubt ,   has asked for more ,   most likely due to nervousness in asking her mother for anything for fear of gothel’s reaction .   we see this example highlighted when rapunzel instead asks for paint over seeing the floating lights for her birthday ,   and gothel’s obvious eye roll and guilt trip :   ‘ that’s a very long trip ,   rapunzel .   almost three days time . ‘   and that was just for paint ,   can you imagine the reaction for enough fabric to make a dress ?

and because rapunzel is too anxiety ridden to ask ,   gothel calls her sloppy and under dressed in  mother knows best ,   which prompts rapunzel to attempt to pull the skirt of her dress down to cover her ankles .   based on the length of the sleeves and skirt ,   i’m putting rapunzel having that dress somewhere in the 3 to 4+ year mark since she made it .   at eighteen currently ,   rapunzel has definitely stopped growing for at least 1 to 2+ years ,  which means she’s had that dress for longer than that ,   since the sleeves used to fit her .   i’d suggest around 13 to 14 is when rapunzel originally made the dress , which means she’s had the same dress for close to 5 years .

5 years .   5 years ,   and gothel couldn’t get the girl more fabric to make a proper dress that actually fit her .

He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it—how many stars she’d give it and why.
—  Rainbow Rowell, Attachments
How quickly the signs get emotionally attached to a character

Easily and quickly: Cancer, Pisces, Virgo, Taurus

It’s a few episodes in until they actually start loving them: Leo, Aries, Libra, Scorpio

They don’t realize they’re emotionally attached until they’re crying because of them: Aquarius, Gemini, Capricorn, Sagittarius

Cute Gency doodle for stress relief. School’s been a bit tough on me and I’ve been doing commissions to try and keep my parents from having to pay for my bus passes and phone bill, so I basically have no time for myself at all now. I took ten minutes to myself to doodle this to try and relieve some stress and it’s helped thankfully.

Enjoy some random fluff and hand holding, and an ~almost~ smooch. 

Please do not repost, edit or claim as your own. And do not delete the artist comments, thank you!

Hey remember that DC/Marvel crossover where Red Skull literally straight-up told the Joker he was a Nazi and the Joker immediately decided to break up their partnership and beat him to death? (He didn’t succeed but he did end up sacrificing his life to make sure Skull also died, so partial credit at least.)

I just think it’s interesting that DC in 1996 managed to do what @marvelentertainment in 2017 hasn’t even got the imagination to do, let alone the courage.

Just a little post in honor of Free Comic Books Day. 

[From Batman & Captain America, 1996.]