but anyone that denies this part of their identity is an idiot

Crush (part 2 of Eat That) - Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Part 2 of “Eat that”

Featuring: a very angry Flash

Word count: 1,137

A/N: WEEEELL since so many people liked Eat That and wanted a part 2 here it is:) not exactly what I had in mind for this but I liked it so I hope you do too (if you don’t, sorry I’m a shitty writer) also it’s 4:19 am pls have mercy. Anyways, enjoy! {Y/S/N = your ship name}


It had been a week since Spider-Man had appeared in the middle of Decathlon practice to shut Flash’s big mouth. She still wondered how did he manage to find out. She spent too much time analyzing the situation, and she summarized her theories into two final options: one, somebody from Midtown High knew him and must’ve told him, and two, somebody from Midtown High was actually the Spider-Man and got tired of their fight.

“Of course not, Y/N! That can’t be! A superhero, studying in Midtown? Ha!” She scolded herself for ever imagining that. Y/N tried to figure who could be cool or mysterious enough to know Spider-Man and see him on a daily basis, but she couldn’t think of anyone. She decided to drown her thoughts by reading a book (a horror book to be specific) laying over her stomach on her bed. As she sunk into the plot, right in the scariest part, a not-so-subtle knock on her window made her scream, jump several feet and drop the book.

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Tell Her, Dude

Hey, @hchano 
I’ve heard you like Ladrien and supportive bros? I hope you’ll like this then.


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“Great job, Chaton,” Ladybug stood proudly after their customary fist bump on a top of the Eiffel Tower, her sight focused somewhere in the city, a soft smile playing on her lips. Yet it didn’t reach her eyes for some reason, her mind obviously occupied by something else, something way more important than her lovesick partner by her side. Even her fighting today was a little distracted, Chat noted. Something was definitely bothering his Lady. Maybe, he should…

“I have to go now,” Ladybug added, breaking his train of thought, her eyes still focused on the place Chat Noir suspected he knew very well. “Would you take care of Nino?”

“Sure.” Chat tilted his head to a side. A light smirk played on his lips as he wondered, “What’s the rush, my Lady? You didn’t use your Lucky Charm on your second transformation. Stay. We’ll get rid of him—“ he playfully glanced into Nino’s direction, “—and will hang out for a while. Paris is especially beautiful at night, you know. Not that it compares to you in any way but-”

At his enthusiasm Ladybug only rolled her eyes and prepared to depart. “As much as it’s fun to hang out with you, Chat, I have a boyfriend with whom I need to talk today. Just take care of Nino and I’ll see you at the patrol tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem. You go. I’ll take care of everything,” Chat sadly sighed, looking after her disappearing into the night figure. “But your boyfriend isn’t home, my Lady,” he added almost silently. “He’s here, watching you fly away-”

“Dude!”

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| Mine | Human! Bill Cipher

Dipper Pines was absolutely adorable, you realized.

Adorable, yes, and also incredibly clueless when he could be.

Three weeks. He’d known you a full three weeks. And he still hadn’t figured out that you were a demon.

Well, it wasn’t his fault really. You were almost flawless at covering your tracks. You snuck into his life so easily it was like butter, befriending his twin and closest friends, especially becoming friends with that redheaded lass. Stan though?

You stayed away from him. That man wasn’t what he seemed, you could sense the intelligence about him. Not to say Dipper wasn’t intelligent, he was.

But he was just, so, clueless.

“Maybe I should just give him a hint,” You mused to yourself, yawning as your tail slowly wrapped around your leg.

“Hmm?” Said brunette nerd hummed from his spot on his bed, his head buried in that journal of his.

“Nothing,” You said, quietly laughing to yourself. He knew of your abnormalities, yes, he was actually quite perceptive with how he found out about your cat ears and tail, but he thought nothing of them. Gravity Falls was an extremely odd place, and you were just another oddity that he managed to befriend.

You wondered how long it would take though, how long till he realized what a danger you could be to him.

You yawned again, rolling slowly onto your front on the bed, a cat-like grin on your face as you watched him, resting your chin on the back of your interlocked fingers. As if he could sense the stare on him, Dipper looked up. A faint splash of red painted his pale cheeks.

“W-what?” He asked, fidgeting slightly, but still trying to seem confident.

Adorable.

“Mm~” You hummed, the action slow and drawn out as all your actions tended to be. A tingling sensation ran up your neck, setting your enhanced senses on edge. You immediately put away your tail, slipping it up into your shorts and making sure the process was subtle. Dipper never noticed a thing, but you knew someone was now watching. A certain someone that rhymes with ‘Kill’.

Hah, ironic.

“I was just thinking how cute you were,” you drawled, honestly relaying your thoughts. Dipper’s blush worsened at your blatant compliment, ducking his face more under his hat and avoiding your eyes.

Adorable.

“H-hah? Shut up Y/N, stop joking around,” He shifted around on his bed. The burning sensation of being watched worsened and you frowned, starting to get up.

“I wasn’t joking,” You left him with the comment, knowing he would overthink it as you exited the room. Were you teasing him? Yup. You meant nothing by it, but he was so easy to rile up you couldn’t help yourself.

As soon as you closed the door to the attic and took a step down the stairs your surroundings turned black and white, static flickering behind your ears and a pressure entering the space. You didn’t even need to look to know that a certain dream demon was behind you.

“Why, hello, Bill,” You said lightly, a sway in your step as you continued walking without a problem.

The demon didn’t answer, and you were taken back a bit by his uncharacteristic silent behaviour. Shouldn’t he be talking your ear off by now with his cocky and carefree attitude?

You sat on a couch, laying down and stretching your legs out. “What? Cat caught your tongue?” You inwardly cackled at the irony in your question, feeling your tail itching to reveal itself. When there was still no answer you looked up at the ceiling in mock realization.

“Ah? Could it be you were jealous~?” You stretched lazily, curling into the couch as if you were the only in the room.

“I will find out what you are, kitten,” Bill finally spoke up, as if snapping out of whatever faze he was in. You snorted.

“In your dreams, Bill,” you teased the dream demon, sending a lidded gaze his way.

This was the basis of your whole relationship with the guy. Curiosity. He was undeniably curious towards you. You were a demon that was to be sure, but of what kind? This was the question he’d been trying to figure out since you met him. You could freely roam the modern world without any tricks or plans unlike a lot of demons out there. There was so much mystery surrounding you that Bill was determined to find out.

It had began like that at first, but now your relationship with the guy was twisting, changing. He’d become clingy, to the point where you just calling the kid cute made him jealous and initiate spending time with you.

“The only thing that’ll be in my dreams is you, kitten,” He shot back, floating towards you with a smirk, hands behind his back.

You almost let out another snort. Even his nickname for you was hilarious, considering that was exactly the kind of demon you were. There was no way you were telling him that though.

“Oh really?” You yawned again, rolling your neck languidly. No wonder he called you kitten, you couldn’t help your lazy body language, as you were literally a cat. Cat demon at that. You had a pair of furry, f/c cat ears and tail to prove it. Though they obviously weren’t out at the moment.

“Why are you so afraid of telling me?” Bill tempted, tilting his head with a devious smile as he poured a cup of tea from a kettle he conjured up out of nowhere, sitting indian style in mid air.

“I’m not afraid,” You said after a moment of hesitation, hoping he didn’t realize that moment of unease. But of course, you couldn’t hide much from Bill. Especially not in his domain.

“But you are,” He said, taking a single sip of the tea before tossing it behind him, uncaring of where it ended up. In a blink he was suddenly right before your face, dark eye boring into yours. “What are you hiding there, kitten?”

You tried not to react, keeping up your cool front even as you jumped on the inside, your feline instincts begging you to jump up onto the wall and force some distance.

“Why don’t you try harder to find out, hon?” You baited, smirking right back. You were known for being confident towards him, it wouldn’t do for you to reveal your true feelings.

“Oh I will,” his dark eye darkened even more, a strike of worry springing up inside you. Did you somehow cross the line? Bill was trying to seem his regular self but you could tell that something was different today. He seemed…off.

“Looking forward to it,” you wasted no time firing back, putting a finger to his nose and pushing him back gently.

A strange expression crossed his face.
“Watch me, kitten. Soon I’ll strip you completely bare before me.”

You could feel yourself heat up at his words, swallowing hard and keeping up your mental walls so he couldn’t see what you were thinking. Yet something in his words triggered fear within you.

You were scared.

Bill was annoying yes, and an arrogant, cocky, idiot, but you couldn’t deny that you were attached. Completely, utterly attached. You enjoyed this game as cat and mouse, with Bill continuously chasing after you as if you were the best mystery out there. He had become such a constant part of your life now that you feared the day he finally figured out what you were. Would he be disappointed? Would he grow bored of you once he knew?

Would he leave?

That last thought terrified you the most. You had denied it for long, but you couldn’t any longer.

You didn’t want him to go.

But you were a demon. He was a demon. You both knew the nature of your kind. The attachment you felt was intense, stronger than anything a human could ever feel. And it frightened you so, so much.

“Penny for your thoughts, kitten?” He asked, slinging an arm round your shoulder. You forced yourself to stay still, face a blank state of nonchalance as you tried to ignore the way his skin ignited yours.

“How about a hundred?”

He laughed, blonde shaggy locks falling before his eye and partially covering his eyepatch. A snap of his fingers and a diamond appeared in your lap.

“Will this do?”

You shot him a side look, smirking.

“Well actuall-”

And his fingers touched your ear.

Your voice faltered, a shock rippling throughout your entire body. This had never happened before. Sure Bill was touchy, but he had never strayed towards that area before. You had been so focused on the witty banter that you didn’t notice the hand slung around your shoulder slowly slipping up into your hair.

Bill raised an eyebrow at your pause and you swallowed on a dry throat.

“I mean, a-ah,” You cursed yourself at the stutter. “You know I care nothing for human monetary value of stupid rocks.”

“True,” Bill replied, but there was a  glint in his eyes, as if he noticed your slip up and was determined to find the reason behind it. His hand brushed by your ear again and your hands clenched into fists in your lap. “Then what do you want, kitten?”

“I want you to leave me alone Bill,” You laughed it off, nails biting into the skin of your palms as you fought off a shudder. Why in the world did he have to manage to find one of your sensitive spots as a cat demon? If not for hundreds of years of practice on controlling yourself you would have given in the moment he even barely touched it.

“Do ya really now?” He leant even closer and you leant back.

Don’t show any response, Y/N.

You could feel the fear climbing. You licked your lips as he stroked down your ear, your nerves screaming and on edge.

“Yeah,” You cleared your throat, smirking. “Wasn’t it clear enough already? I think I’m still hung up on how cute that Dipper is.” You changed the subject quickly, hoping that he would be surprised and jealous enough to stop the stroking motions down your ear.

Instead, something way worse happened.

He grabbed it.

“Ngh!” You couldn’t help the noise that emitted from your throat, falling backwards against the arm of the couch as Bill drew closer till he was partially hovering over you.

“Don’t mention him in front of me,” He growled through gritted teeth, his relaxed and comedic countenance ripped away and replaced with something more violent, closer to his demonic identity. “Don’t mention anyone else when you’re with me.” His eye burned into you, swirling with something cracked, something that made you uncertain of his sanity in the moment.

“B-Bill-!” You tried to speak, eyes widening as your mouth went dry at his intensity. “L-let g-”

“Let go?” He mocked, grinning. His smile was sadistic. “Is that what you’re trying to say? I knew you were acting strangely. What’s the significance of this?” He pronounced the last word by pinching your ear once more. You felt your face heating up, wiggling underneath his hold.

“S-stop!”

Bill’s grin widened even more if it was possible. “Does my eye deceive me? Is this the same confident and cool girl who’d been giving me a run for my money? Hah! Decreased to a blushing and stuttering mess at this single action?”

You shivered, trying to force your eyes open as they lidded slowly. “Bill, I s-swear if you d-don’t let go I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” He asked, leaning down so that he was nearer to your face. You could do nothing about it, your entire defense system was demolished as his hand kept stroking your ear. “Please tell. I’m very…”

He bit down on your left ear. “Interested.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

A purr vibrated through your chest, echoing through the silence. Your eyes were shut in embarrassment, biting your lip hard. You peeked an eye open at his face, panting slightly. His face was stunned, an enlightenment covering his features.

“δαίμονα γάτα,” He breathed, eyes lighting up blue flames for a second before it returned to soulless black. He caught himself, the runes flashing before his gaze fading. “A cat demon.”

You were silent, avoiding his eyes as best as you could. Now that he knew what did that mean for you? Would he discard of you like a toy he didn’t care for anymore?

He still looked to be in a state of awe, leaning even closer. “Show me.”

You knew exactly what he was referring to. Nevertheless you refused to answer, quivering slightly. His awe stricken glaze faded, a frown overtaking his lips as he glared.

“Show. Me.”

The words were accompanied by a specific rough pinch to your ear, which you were sure was red and bruised by now.

“N-No,” You said. Your cat features, the characteristics that showed your identity. You were genuinely terrified to show them. Demons were different than humans. Your cat ears and tail weren’t considered 'cute’ or anything ridiculous like the weak meatbags would come up with. They were considered a weakness, considered ugly in the demon world. It was like baring yourself to Bill, and that was definitely the last thing you wanted to do.

In simpler terms, you didn’t want to be judged.

Bill sneered, his nails digging into your ear now till it pierced the skin.

You yelped, hissing as your cat ears and tail popped out forcefully. You hissed at him, shrinking into the couch, a tad bit hurt that he would do that, but most of all furious.

Bill could read you like a book as he rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t be so melodramatic, kitten. You know that I think that pain is hilarious~”

He leant to the ripped and bleeding flesh of your now, cat ear, licking it teasingly. You hissed louder, curling your tail round his leg and pulling hard, dragging his body off yours. You jumped off the couch and landed in an animalistic crouch on all fours about twenty feet away, pupils now dilated just as his turned to slits.

“Stay away from me,” You bit, straightening up back on your feet.

His eyes flashed dangerously. “No can do, kitten.”

He flickered behind you before you could register it, blue, glowing chains wrapping around your body.

“What are you doing?” You growled, frustrated when you found that you couldn’t move.

He didn’t reply, instead his gaze following your twitching ears and now brushed up tail, hairs tense.

“Breathtaking,” he said. Your breath hitched.

“You don’t mean that,” You muttered. A gloved hand tilted your chin to look up at him, another one turning your body around to face his.

“I do,” He confirmed shortly.

For a second you melted in his embrace, let yourself rest your cheek into his palm. For just a second you smiled back, the first real smile you’d ever gave him. Then you got knocked back to reality and the frown melted onto your face.

You cleared your throat and tilted your head to hide your blush. While this was nice and all, you were still tied up. You relayed your thoughts out loud and Bill chuckled.

“Now why would I let you go, kitten?” He tsked, giving you a look as if you were the dumbest people on the planet. “I only just discovered who you are. You’ve become a hundred times more interesting.”

You scowled. “I’m not a toy, Bill. Let. Me. Go.” While you were a cat demon, you were still relatively powerful, and if you had to fight your way out of here then so be it.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying here, Y/N.” He said your name for the first time, making you stiffen.

Bill used his cane to hook round your waist and tug you closer to him, so that your bodies touched. You opened your mouth to snap something but your voice caught in your throat when you saw his eye. There was a swirling nightmare within it, something dark and mad enough to make even you, a being of the same caliber want to curl up in a ball. It was so intense you couldn’t look away, and yet you wanted to run as far away as you could.

Bill grinned painfully wide.

You’re mine.

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Deserve This

Summary : Reap what you sew.

Warnings : Mentions of torture.

Word Count : 2,001 words

A / N : The continuation of ‘Not The Only Monster’ is here! I’m glad I finally freaking finished this part so I can focus on the next (and hopefully the last) part of this thing. Hopefully it’s good and makes sense and anyone who reads this will enjoy. 

Please be reminded once more that English is not my first language, and so if you find any grammatical error please point them out to me so I can learn to be better (:

Not The Only Monster || Deserve This || Not My Secret To Tell


Originally posted by winter-capricorn

Snow was falling lightly over you, pure white flakes dusting the landscape, over the headstone that stood rigidly in front of you;

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The Masks We Wear (1/?)

Killian and Emma are colleagues, friends and they’re madly in love with each other. If only they could work out that their feelings are totally requited. But then, if they still haven’t figured out that they work together as superheroes in their spare time, there’s probably no hope for them. Probably.

Rated M

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I’m so excited to share this with you all! Thanks to the lovely @coffeewithcaptainswan for beta duties, and to @artandteaandstuff for being my cheerleader. Look, I’m finally posting it guys!

Emma dropped her lunch down on the table, slumping low in the chair next to it. There was a magazine lying there. The oh so imaginative headline Heroes! jumped out at her.

She did not have time for that shit. Especially not on her lunch hour.

With a sigh she flipped the magazine over, wanting to ignore all reminders of her superpowered alter ego, only to be confronted by a separate headline Villains! accompanied by a shot of “The Dark One” in all his glittery skinned glory.

How do they not see that he’s Gold?

Unbidden the memory of a similar conversation with The Survivor resurfaced.

“People don’t see what they don’t want to,” he grinned, but the smile was cold and didn’t reach his eyes. “For instance this mask of yours,” he trailed a finger along the edge of cloth covering the upper part of her face. His touch made her shiver and she longed to nuzzle into his hand, but such luxuries were for normal people, not them.

She realised that he’d stopped speaking, perhaps as caught up in the moment as her. The realisation hit him at the same moment he met her eyes and he moved away.

“Your mask is hardly the most effective of disguises -”

“Speak for yourself! You-”

“I do,” he cut her off with a chuckle. “We, both of us,” he gestured between the two of them, “have terrible disguises that we’d advise against anyone actually using while trying to conceal their identity. And yet, I bet no one, not once, has mentioned that you look even a little similar to your counterpart.”

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Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 11

Archived | Posted May 8, 2016

Part 11 is finally here~ ^^ This emotional roller coaster of a series continues and I hope you’re all prepared haha. Hope you’ll like it and enjoy~

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: In the aftermath of your chaotic breakup, you try to wrap your head around it all and figure out what actually happened.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25] [Part 26] [Part 27] [Part 28] [Part 29] [Part 30] [Part 31] [Part 32] [Part 33] [Part 34] [Part 35] [Part 36] [Part 37] [Part 38] [Part 39] [Part 40] [Part 41] [Part 42] [Part 43]

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AN: YOU ASKED AND I DELIVERED, HERE IS THE BONUS CHAPTER OF WINTER’S FLAME. I wasn’t going to do one, but on my trip to Disney I was mobbed by anons requesting more interaction between a particular ship within the story…so here we are. Considering I already put up a request today, I figured it’d be alright to go ahead and have just a bit more fun with WF. Now, this WILL be the last instalment of the series, I promise. So, because this is the last hurrah for WF, I am going to try to toss in some Steve X Reader in as well as the ship that was originally requested. Enjoy my dears, and thank you for the overwhelming support for this series! *I do not own either of the gifs, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxoxo :3

The ‘last’ chapter of WF, it had all the links to every other part in the series at the top: ( XXXX )

Warnings: Swearing. Like, a shitload of swearing.

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“Winter’s Flame” (Epilogue)

~Pyro~

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Miraculous Ladybug One-Shot

Inspired by @miraculous-texts

It’s been a long day for both Marienette and Adrien. Even though it had been a free day for both of them and they had been hoping to finally get some rest. That ideal day had been stored away into hopes for another day when an akuma appeared in their city. After the long battle they were both exhausted but Chat Noir being Chat Noir he still kept that flirtatious side up in hopes of finally catching his Lady’s attention. But, just as always, to no avail. Both Ladybug and Chat Noir now in their homes and de-transformed into their civilian forms, they lay in bed thinking.

Adrien had one particular thing on his mind that night: why wouldn’t his Lady even consider him? He reached for his phone across his bed and scrolled to find Marienette’s (Princess’s) number, hoping he could talk with her. She was such a sweet girl, and even though he knew that she had a crush on him (Adrien not Chat Noir) he still felt so comfortable around the girl. He never really knew why, but she had this air that surrounded her that made him feel at home - truly at home - instead of this big, empty, cold, house of his. With her he felt he could say or do anything he pleased. 

He sprawled out a message haphazardly to her asking if she was busy.

< Princess?
< Are you busy?

> I guess I’m not…

< May I… talk with you?

> When has that ever stopped you before? XD
> …
> Is everything all right?

< Just a…
< A Chat Noir thing
< I can’t really talk about this with anybody else, y'know

> Are you okay?
> … what about Ladybug?

< Well, the funny thing is, this is about Ladybug, princess

> What?

< Look, I know it doesn’t seem like I’m a serious guy
< I’m a flirt and I make puns all the time…
< But I love her, princess
< I really do 
< And she doesn’t believe me
< She thinks I’m just joking or something
< But I, I…

> Chat Noir…

< I respect her feelings, don’t get me wrong
< I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable
< I don’t want her to hate me
< But sometimes… It’s so hard

> But you… maybe… maybe it’s the best?
> I, I don’t know, I mean, you don’t know her?
> You don’t know who she is, her face not her name… 

< I… look, maybe this makes no sense to you, but
< But I think I do know her, princess
< I share so much time with her
< She’s so amazing
< I don’t need to see her without the mask to recognize the face she wears while she’s focused on a fight
< Or how she frowns when she’s thinking of a new plan
< Or that smile she has when we win
< I don’t need to know her name to know she’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met
< She’s so smart
< And so brave
< And so beautiful
< She always does her best
< I see how hard she tries every single time
< How she cares about every single person
< Even if she’s tired or sad or angry
< And,
< And…
< And I’m just a silly cat that follows her
< Like, what else can I do?
< I’d follow her anywhere 
< I’d do anything for her
< She’s worth it. She deserves it
< That’s how amazing she is
< … Damn, I’m sorry
< I’m just a big mess right now
< I just… I love her, okay?

> B-but what if…
> What if she’s just a normal girl?
> What if her true identity disappoints you?

< What?
< That would never happen, princess
< If she decides to show me who she is, I’d be the happiest cat in the world!
< I mean, do you know what THAT would mean?
< That she trusts me enough to share her secret! That she wants ME to be a part of her life!
< I’d be so honored…
< Disappoint me? C'mon
< Even if I think I know Ladybug, I know there is so much more to know about her yet
< Like, an entire world she hides from me
< I’d love to see that

> R-really?
> But you… would you show her your identity, just like that? Wouldn’t you be nervous?

< Of course! SO nervous!
< But I already told you, princess:
< I’d do anything for her

Adrien puts his phone down on his bed and he’s flushed bright red from head to toe. He just spilled his heart out to Marienette. He just told her everything. Somehow he isn’t worried at all though, somehow, he almost feels relieved. 

Then his phone buzzes and he goes over to check it. There are two messages from Ladybug. They read:

> Hey Chat, I know we said it wasn’t necessary but, would you like to go on patrol tonight?
> I… need to talk to you about something. 
Happiness, along with a small portion of worry, floods Adrien.

< Sure! I don’t mind!
< What could it possibly be that Milady needs to talk to me about, I wonder… \|( ̄3 ̄)|/
< I hope it isn’t anything CATastrophic ^_−☆

> Really Chat? Really?
> Anyways, I’ll meet you at the Eiffel Tower in 10 minutes.

< Okay! I’ll meet you there My Lady! ☆〜(ゝ。∂)

Ladybug swings across the rooftops of Paris to meet Chat Noir at the Eiffel Tower. Her heart beating out of her chest she feels a wave of nervousness wash through her. She’s about to tell her biggest secret to her best friend and partner. You can imagine just how nervous she is. 

She hadn’t wanted to tell him who she was because she was afraid of being a disappointment. She was afraid that she wouldn’t meet his expectations when he knew who she was. Just plain old, simple school girl, Marienette. What has she gotten herself into?

Chat Noir races to the Eiffel Tower filled with excitement to see his Lady. Although he does feel a little worry thinking of what she might want to talk to him about. Brushing the feeling aside he leaps from roof to roof a slight blush from adrenaline grazing his face.

When Ladybug gets to the Eiffel Tower she realizes she had gotten there before Chat, and she starts to anxiously pace back and forth. Maybe she shouldn’t tell him? Maybe she should keep the secret so they don’t endanger anyone in their civilian lives. No. She has to go through with this. She doesn’t want her partner to feel saddened because of her anymore. And she can’t deny the fact that she is a little curious on how he will react and who he is. Maybe they know each other as their civilian selves. Well, she’ll be finding out in a couple of minutes anyways. But, how-how will she tell him? She breaks into a nervous sweat trying to figure out how she will tell Chat Noir while trying to calm herself while thinking of outcomes of the night. 

As Chat Noir draws near the Eiffel Tower he is able to see his Lady, but why is she pacing back and forth? Does she have something really important to say? Is it something bad? The only way to find out is to march on forward and ask. 

“My Lady~”

She jumps at the sudden sound of Chat’s voice. She had been too nervous to pay attention to her surroundings. 

“Oh, uh, hey Chat. You startled me. I guess I didn’t see you coming.”

“I guess so Milady~ So, what is the thing you wanted to talk about? I hope it isn’t anything too serious.”

Ladybug can feel her heart practically jump out of her chest as he mentions what she had called him here for. Best to just get it out in the open as soon as possible.

“Yeah, about that… It’s really hard to say I guess, and I don’t really know how to say it but- you know what, it might just be better if I show you.”

Chat feels his heart in his throat and he feels like he’s choking. 

What is she doing? 

She backs into a corner where she is sure no one on the ground can see her and she gestures to Chat to come closer so he can see. 

“Tikki, come on out.”

A pink light shimmers around her as it releases her transformation. Chat Noir’s eyes widen and he’s speechless. 

The girl standing in front of him is none other than Marienette Dupain-Cheng. The sweet girl, the girl he feels so comfortable around, the girl he feels at home with, the girl who’s in love with Adrien Agreste, and now the girl who has been Ladybug, the love of his life, the entire time. 

“Ch-Chat? P-ple-please don’t be angry with me…”

How could he be angry? He’s overjoyed! But he’s so overwhelmed with joy and shock, he’s left there speechless, staring at the girl he loves, looking like a complete idiot. 

Still not able to speak, he steps closer, while he releases his own transformation, steadily growing closer to Marienette. 

“A-Adrien?!?”

Marienette is embarrassed, not only because as it turns out, Adrien her big time crush is her best friend and partner, but also the fact that she had been fangirling over Adrien as Marienette to Chat Noir…. And then comes the fact that Adrien had been Chat Noir, who was in love with her alter ego as Ladybug. So as her blush spreads through her entire body, she realizes that they had been in love with each other for the longest time without knowing it! And if it hadn’t been for her not wanting to show each other their civilian forms, they could have been an actual couple long ago! She was angry with herself, but moreover extremely embarrassed with the current situation. Adrien had been slowly getting closer to her as she backed herself into a wall. 

Adrien stopped and reached for both of her hands, while staring deeply into her deep cerulean blue eyes. 

“Marienette.”

“Y-Yes!”

“I love you.”

She felt like she was about to faint. Her face was the same shade of red as a tomato. 

“May I- may I kiss you, Marienette?”

She could barely stand anymore, much less speak, so she leaned against the iron pillar-like-thing behind her and slowly nodded. 
Adrien leaned in slowly and gently pressed his lips against hers. 

That night had officially been the best night ever for both teenagers. 

Bonus:

After Adrien and Marienette had both calmed down from shock and embarrassment they had ended up sitting at the edge and talking for hours.

At some point Adrien remembered his conversation with Marienette as Chat Noir hours ago and realized that he had gone on a rant about how much he loved Ladybug to Ladybug. His face visually grows bright red and you could practically read the confusion on Marienette’s face (even though she was laughing at the cute face Adrien was making at the moment). 

Bonus bonus: 

A few days later at school, Adrien arrives and walks up to Nino. Marienette and Adrien hadn’t told their friends they were dating yet because they weren’t too sure how to tell them how it started.

Cause lord knows Alya would interrogate both of them to get the answers she wanted. 

But, Adrien has figured out the perfect lie to tell them (it involves food). Besides he can’t stand not being with Marienette as much as possible for much longer (plus everyone would benefit from a shocked Chloé). 

As he walks into school with Nino, he spots (haha get it?) Mari and Alya walking in the hall ways, so he excuses himself from Nino for a moment and runs up to Mari. 

When he reaches Mari he plants a small peck on her cheek. 

“Morning Lovebug~”

Marienette is shocked and she is also disgusted with Adrien’s horrible pun. Then she remembers where they are and she turns to see Alya, with anger, confusion, happiness, and shock written on her face. But most of all Marienette sees Alya’s reporter percentage at 150% increasing. Two things run through her mind in that moment. "CRAP" and "YOU STUPID CAT". 

Before Alya can even start to ask any questions Adrien says, “Hey Alya, mind if I borrow Mari here for a moment? We’ll be right back I promise she’ll explain everything later.”

Alya doesn’t even have time to respond as Adrien
drags Marienette into an empty classroom. 

The hall is left dead silent as Alya, Nino, Chloe, and everyone else the couple knows is left with the same look and question in their minds:

“What the FUCK just happened?”

Intense [Like Camping] (ML Fic, Part 2/?)

Identities accidentally revealed, Adrien and Marinette now have to face their toughest challenge yet: a four-day camping trip, together, in the middle of nowhere.

For the amazing @sockdilemma​! 1000 thanks to her and the incredible @chassecroise​ for looking over this chapter <3 <3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Adrien Agreste x Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya x Nino
Rating: T, for swearing and implied sexual content
Tags: camping, camping au, bad puns, identity reveal, awkward times, fluff, brotps, snuggling

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It should be romantic.

The air is heavy with birdsong, and golden with the setting sun. A cool breeze stirs the tree branches above, casting dappled light down skin and path alike. The hand in hers is firm. Everything about his touch is familiar: the curl of his fingers, the pattern of callouses on his palms, the warmth of his grip. Her pulse echoes in her ears, and her stomach fills with a giddy, twisting heat.

It should be romantic. But if it were romantic, her mouth wouldn’t feel so tacky, and Marinette wouldn’t feel like screaming. If it were romantic, she’d be able to turn around and face the boy behind her, the boy whose smirk she can feel burning into her back. She knows the heft of that smile like the spots on her suit, and can almost hear Chat’s - Adrien’s? - unspoken quip. You think I’m pretty? The nerve.

She loses track of how long they march down the path. It’s long enough for the shadows of the trees to start casting deep shadows, for gold light to take on purple tones. Adrien says nothing as she drags him along; he simply keeps up.

From further down the path comes the sound of muffled voices. Marinette recognizes Tikki’s soft trill, and the answering words, obvious in their sarcasm even from a distance, must be Plagg. She picks up the pace, judging that they must be just beyond a curve the path takes a few yards ahead.

“-figure it out on their own,” Tikki says.

“They’re idiots,” Plagg responds, voice flat.

Marinette and Adrien clear the curve, and Tikki and Plagg pull in sight.

“Plagg!” Tikki scolds. Her little limbs settle on her hips. Plagg rolls his large, green eyes and continues before Tikki can.

“Come on, don’t try and deny it. Has it ever taken another Ladybug and Chat Noir this long to plod through their feelings for each other? Not even close. They’ve been going at this for almost four years, now. They’re idiots.”

“They’re in love!” Tikki exclaims.

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The Definition of “Property”

Summary: Property [ˈpräpərdē/] is a noun that means “a thing or things belonging to someone; possessions collectively”. Eisuke Ichinomiya has always known that but after buying you… That just might change. [#4]

Note: Eisuke-centric. That’s right. This is told in Eisuke’s perspective through Third Person (because I am not confident with my 1st POV skills). Apparently a lot are disappointed of his substory His POV. So, this is my take on what I think his thoughts are / how he sees everything. 


Eisuke owned many things.

He owned sports cars people dream of purchasing. He owned clothes that were tailored at his best interests and they grabbed every inch of his body just right. He could visit any five-star restaurants that were known for their exquisite dishes and excellent services. The restaurants he already visited don’t even ask for his reservations. Due to his fortune and obvious power, they already designed one table just for the millionaire himself.

While rising to his peak of success, he has grown used to the press and the snobbish people he met in the parties. Some have scorned at his capabilities, pointing out that the source of income and fame only branched out from the inherited company, the Ichinomiya Group. But a handful agreed that he was quite an excellent businessman for opening the hotel casino, Tres Spades with his own finance. Ah, yes. From there and after a certain encounter with a thief, the auctions were created and he made enough money to buy at least six uninhabited islands for himself. He hasn’t heard from any of those people who once told him directly that he couldn’t do it. Now, men and women would claw him for his attractiveness or the money. But still the rumors caught up to him and he quickly realized that everyone was just wearing a mask and if taken off, they would all look identical. They were just like the same people who believed Eisuke was nothing more than just a sociopath, the heartless entrepreneur, and occasionally, the demon in lavender shirts. He never understood what exactly made him that way. 

{ Clarification: He is not hateful nor is he not uncaring. He is productive. }

That’s right. Eisuke focused on the things that mattered in life which were money, power and pride. With those three things in hand, he was on top of everyone and they could not stop him from doing what he desires. He would look down and have the ability to control even the things that aren’t liable enough to follow. How could he not be happy with such life? He’d own everything and have all of its uses for his benefit in life. That is, as long as he kept them contained. Though there was one property he found hard to contain.

That would be you.

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