A/N: Inspired by this song of the same name by The Weeknd. This is Winter Soldier Bucky that is out during a mission rather than the lovable goof we know in present times. Smut warning (I figured it’s been a while since I’ve given you some). Anything in italics is a flashback!
a lonely night
baby girl I loved you on a lonely night
it was the only time
and if I led you on then I apologize
You recognized him instantly when he entered the club you frequented. The swagger in his step is what gave him away, the same as the first night you met him. You watched as he effortlessly walked to one of the booths, watching the dancers in the cages around the room. You longed for his eyes on your body again. It had been almost a year since you last saw him but you would never forget that night. Not for as long as you lived.
hey hey hey ;) Would it be possible to have a werewolf!Jungkook thingy ? A scenario where he finds his mate or smth idk it's up to you, I'm just a sucker for au's c: tyty ♥
HELLO MY LOVE 💕 AS PROMISED - Here’s something to make your first day of school a little better (hopefully!) 💝 It’s prooobably not what you were expecting tbh 😅 I’M SORRY IT GOT OUT OF HAND WHILE COMING UP WITH IDEAS! As always- if you don’t like it I’ll redo it!
(if you read this for the first time and find repeated passages let me know!!! tumblr hates me TT)
Varúlfur - part 1
Werewolf Jungkook x Reader Words: ~3,500 Keywords: … Blood, Gore, Fear? I’M SORRY I SWEAR IT GETS BETTER
He was frantically running. His paws were flying over the soft ground as if he was weightless as he followed the faint aroma he picked up earlier. The same smell that made him break all chains and escape his safe haven, a little house in the woods he had bought specifically for these nights.
One of my friends is deaf and I just learned sign language to talk to her, so WOOHOO!
Also, I just couldn’t get deaf!Sirius out of my head and so I had to write a muggle AU (wolfstar obvs) otherwise I would be damned to eternal
Note: to better understand the conversation between Sirius and Remus I kinda tweaked the sentence formation. In real asl, the sentence is structured as subject-verb-object, which makes it easier as opposed to object-subject-verb, but the latter is also acceptable. Subject-verb-object is easier, I speak from experience. I’ve written the sentences in regular linguistic format, and these parts are in italics.
Sirius was at the coffee shop one day. It had been nearly three years since he’d mastered sign language and the profanities that were included (obviously), and after studying and receiving a degree in arts, he taught at a college for the deaf and dumb. He was an art professor there, and he was pretty damn good at it.
He’d suffered from a painful bout of depression and had almost killed himself: the urge to do it was so overwhelming, seeing as he was no stranger to depression.
He was at the subway, earlier this morning. His red Chuck Taylors practically hung over the safety line and all he needed to do was shift his weight forward, and the train would come barreling in and rescue him.
But he just couldn’t do it.
So he did what any reasonable man would do in times of crisis.
He went to get coffee.
There was a paintbrush tucked into every pocket of his jeans; his long dark hair pulled back into a messy bun; black eyeliner framed his sleet grey eyes. And he was almost certain that there was paint streaking across his face, but he didn’t really mind. Or care.
It was his turn to order. A tall man, bundled in a grey sweater and ripped black jeans (much like Sirius’s own) with light brown curls hanging over his green eyes stood behind the counter. His weight rested lankly on one leg and a hand was poised over a rack of differently sized paper cups; the other reaching for the Sharpie marker nestled behind his ear. There was scars; faint, but there, running across his face: one over the bridge of his wonky nose; one lining his sharp jaw; one decorating his cheekbone.
Sirius gaped at him. He was, had to be, the most incredible man he had ever seen, and Sirius seen quite a few men before.
Sirius saw his cracked lips move soundlessly. He remembered that he was indeed deaf (the sheer attractiveness of the other man had made him forget who he was), and quickly signed Sorry. Deaf. to let him know as such.
The barista paused, cocked his head, and frowned. Oh dear. Thought Sirius. He was about to embarrass himself all over again: signing to a person who didn’t know what sign language was. This is why he should’ve come here with James or Lily or Peter. He shouldn’t pull shit like this. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid-
A small smile fluttered across the barista’s face. Oh. My bad. He signed. Can I get you something? He signed again. Sirius’s heart (and his jaw) dropped to his combat boots; possibly further than that, because this hot dude knew how to sign.
You know how to sign? He asked excitedly, voicing his thoughts. The barista nodded. Learned a while ago to talk to my mother. The man explained. She was deaf too? Again, the barista nodded.
I’m R-E-M-U-S. Signed the man, who was quickly becoming Sirius’s new favorite person.. I’m S-I-R-I-U-S. Nice to meet you. Sirius couldn’t help the grin on his face.
Would you consider joining me for a drink? Asked Remus, a shy expression on his face. I would love to. Sirius signed back, to which Remus lit up. Sirius grinned even wider.
He pointed to the menu after Remus asked whether he could get him anything again, indicating a medium black coffee. Remus scribbled his name onto a cup in a long, left-slanted handwriting, and his phone number at the bottom. Sirius frowned at it. I can’t call you. Deaf, remember? he signed. Remus’s cheeks reddened, then realization flooded into his face as he signed:Text me.
Sirius felt his shoulders deflate from their stiff position and the smile returned to his face. He gave Remus a thumbs-up.
Sirius was leaving the coffee shop with a spring in his step. He’d got himself a date, and a smokin’ one at that. He sipped his coffee and ran his fingers over the phone number (carefully, so it wouldn’t smudge) over and over, to remind himself it was real. That this was real. It was comforting, and gave him a fuzzy feeling.
He pulled out his phone in the middle of a class (his students were all busy with the assignment he’d set them: imagine a person and draw him or her. No porn.) and sent a text message, since he hadn’t given Remus his number, so the ball was technically in his court now.
Sirius: Free tomorrow?
And the reply was prompt. Light speed, even. As if Remus was waiting for him to send the aforementioned text.
Remus: I thought I was supposed to be asking you out?
Sirius: Yeah, well, I don’t particularly give a shit.
Remus: I never wanted you to. Keep your shit to yourself, please. Nobody wants to touch that.
Sirius smiled. He wanted to laugh. So he did.
His students didn’t see him. Or hear him. They didn’t look up once from their A3 notebooks. Hell, he couldn’t hear himself. But damn. It felt good.
Sirius: So do you plan on asking me out or should I hunt you down and ask you myself?
Remus: Does it help that I’m a little turned on by the “hunting me down” thing?
Sirius raised an eyebrow. This guy was forward.
Sirius: It might help a little, yes.
Remus: Okay then. I know a place a couple blocks uptown. Real fancy. I think you’d like it.
Sirius: How would you know what I like? We barely know each other.
Remus: I know sign language. That suggests a lot about me and my abilities, does it not?
Sirius: It can suggest whatever you want it to suggest.
Remus: So….I’ll pick you up tomorrow night for dinner?
Sirius: Sure. I’ll text you my address.
Remus: Don’t expect a limo or whatever.
Remus: Expect like an Uber that we’re going to share.
Remus: Or a regular cab.
Sirius: My knight in shining armor! Rescue me on thine yellow motor-driven steed!
Remus: You dork.
Sirius: I am but a beautiful damsel in distress, ever waiting for my knight to save me from my perils!
Remus: I will see you tomorrow.
Sirius grinned. Oh man. Remus was….
He was amazing.
Sirius was pretty sure he’d fallen for Remus. Hard. And this conversation had driven the last nail into the coffin.
Perfect. thoughtSirius, proudly looking around at over three hours of hard work and dusted his grimy palms off on his jeans.
There was a round table in the middle of the apartment he and his boyfriend-of-two-years-and-seventy-four-days-Remus had bought and moved in together. On the table two glasses, two chairs, and a bottle champagne, and a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling above the table created an almost-romantic ambiance.
The reason he hadn’t used traditional candles was because of how easy it would become for one of the plants to catch fire. And when he says “one”, he means “four billion”.
The table was surrounded by a generously laden forest of huge pink and orange tiger lilies in watering cans, bright purple and white bougainvillea cascading like waterfalls from hanging pots, green ferns, potted trees, basins filled with green water and smooth round pebbles, water lilies decorating their still surfaces.
There was a hand on his shoulder. Sirius spun around, eyes wide. Remus had a look on his face mimicking Sirius’s, but it lasted longer. What is this? He signed.
I made dinner. Sirius answered simply, but on the contrary his insides were bursting with excitement. Remus looked incredulous as Sirius stood on his toes to peck his cheek, take off his coat, and lead him to a chair.
Remus touched every plant as he walked to the table. Sirius had done it not longer before. He sat on the chair after brushing a few stray petals off of it, Sirius went into the kitchen and returned with two plates of…
Oreos? For dinner? Signed Remus, frowning at the six oreos on his plate. Not just regular oreos. Oreos and peanut butter. House specialty. Sirius signed proudly. Remus laughed. Sirius knew he was laughing because he made a face every time he did, and that face made him go weak at the knees. This, combined with his nerves, made it hard to stand up, so he collapsed into his chair.
These are awesome. Remus signed, chewing slowly. Sirius grinned. You’re the best. Remus continued. Sirius made dreamy eyes at Remus, then fumbled for something in his jeans. Remus ate the last oreo, licked his lips, then looked up expectantly.
Why the fancy dinner? Asked Remus. I needed to be as
clichéd as possible, because I know you like that. Signed Sirius. He handed Remus a sheet of paper with his messy, lazy, drawn-out scrawl of a handwriting on it. Read it. Signed Sirius.
If you’re reading this, it means I’ve finally grown a pair and decided to get on with it.
I never thought that I would find someone, let alone someone like you. I always assumed I’d die a wrinkled old man in a rocking who flashed the finger at everyone who walked across my lawn.
And then I met you.
You were my lighthouse. My life was a hurricane, and you saw me through it. You make me feel as if I can do more than what I’m made out to do. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, attempting to make you feel the same way.
Remus had gone pale. His cheeks were sucked in.
I want to be a wrinkly old man in a rocking chair, flashing the finger at everyone who walks across my lawn, with you by my side, and for it to be our lawn. I want to grow old with you. I want to have kids with you. I want a lawn with you. I want a life with you, the rest of my life with you. I want you, Remus. I love you. Remus’s hands were shaking.
Remus looked up at Sirius as the dark haired man lowered himself onto one knee. Sirius pulled out a small black box from his pocket, opening it to show a gold band, plain, but at the same time beautiful. Remus’s eyes widened. His hand clapped over his mouth.
Will you marry me? Signed Sirius.
A month and a half later, Sirius felt the familiar rush of overwhelming joy and love and excitement and possibly the urge to vomit all over again as he watched Remus sign I do across the altar from him.
jUST LOOK AT NO MORE DREAM ERA HOSEOK LIKE WTFFVDHV
6. his passion while on stage
7. forehead hobi
THIS ONE RUINED ME
8. HIS SINGING, IF YOU HAVENT HEARD HIM SING YET WYD??
9. his rapping
10. his cute lil dimples
i seriously envy this girl
11. he always shares with his members
12. how he loves jimin more than anyone
13. sLEEPING HOSEOK
but the neck….
14. his aegyo
*cringes ten million times*
15. his serious glare
look at jawline
16. BARE FACE HOBI
17. different hair colored hobi and how he can literally pull off all of them
18. how he always wants to communicate with ARMY
19. pre debut hobi
20. HIS ASS HIS ASS HIS ASS
21. SHAKING DAT ASS
22. his constant yelling
i can literally find more
23. he can ruin your bias list in 3738844 seconds
pls put that tongue away sir
24. the way he chews his food
25. his adorable English
26. his selcas
27. how he’s so gentle with animals :’) (and how dogs even love him more than he loves jimin)
28. how he took 2 years to post his first mixtape bc he was afraid of how people would react to it
29. he’s constantly thinking of us ARMYs
30. he puts others happiness before his, if that isn’t the most sweetest thing ever
31. how he looks so good in a fedora
32. did I mention his amazing dancing??
33. you can just tell how he’s passionate in what he does you guys
34. how he looks like a teddy bear
35. braces hobi
36. he never thinks that whatever he does his good enough but when really it’s more than what we ask for
37. his amazing bright personality
38. his thIGHS
39. I don’t think I mentioned of how caring he truly is of others
40. hoseok is honestly an amazing human being. he shows flaws like every other being. he’s so passionate in dancing and performing and he’s really just living his life. I want hoseok to rest when he needs to, if he’s upset he doesn’t have to hide it from us, if he’s missing family he needs to express his pain. hoseok tries so hard to make us happy and satisfied with everything. he’s just a pure angel that needs to be protected. I love hoseok so much, he has no idea how important he is to me and to all of us. he’s our hope and he’s our angel. he’s OUR jhope ❤️
Summary: The Reader helps Dean deal with the trauma of being raped.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, mention of Toni Bevell and OFC
Word Count: 1250
Warnings: TRIGGERS- discussion of rape and childhood sexual and physical abuse
A/N: I know this is a very serious topic, and I continue to try and handle it in the most sensitive way possible. It is personal for me. I experienced sexual abuse as a child from one of my older cousins. It’s something I repressed for years and I realize this is one of my ways of dealing with it. I know there are people who have experienced far worse than I have. No one should live in shame or carry around feelings of unworthiness. I appreciate any feedback.
Your heart hurt watching Dean cowering on the floor in the corner. He was saying “I won’t do it again” over and over. You climbed out of bed and went to him kneeling on the floor by his side. He looked at you and squinted. “Y/N?”
You made your voice as gentle as possible. “Yes, Dean. I’m here.” He started to shake. “I’m here, Baby. It’s me. I’m with you.” He reached for you, and you took him into your arms. He cried while you held him. You ran your fingers through his hair the way you had in the back seat of the Impala after you and Sam had rescued him from Toni Bevell. He had been naked and tied to a bed. So many thoughts were running through your head, but you didn’t say anything. You just let him cry.
Can you do an imagine
where you’re James’ sister and he finds out that your dating Regulus and James
and Sirius kind of just lose their shit?
with your boyfriend, Regulus Black, just relaxing, chatting, holding hands and
having stolen kisses by the Black Lake. One of those sweet kisses was
interrupted by your brother’s voice. James sounded really angry and you
instantly pulled away from Regulus, with wide eyes. Your brother wasn’t alone
though, for Sirius was next to him, staring at his brother with an intense
do you think you are doing?” James cried out.
boyfriend” you bluntly replied, while you took Regulus hand. Something in the
air told you this conversation wasn’t going to be easy for any of you.
two are dating? Mother and father will be disappointed in you when they find
out, y/n. How could you do something like this?” he asked with sad eyes.
isn’t the one to blame, Prongs! It’s my brother! Why did you seduce her? So
that you could laugh at her when you break her heart?” Sirius shouted.
didn’t seduce me!” you couldn’t help but yell.
you think!” Sirius guaranteed.
slytherin, y/n. Nothing good will come out of this. Come on, just leave him”
your brother tried to reason.
it? You hate me just because I’m slytherin? I’m glad there is an open-minded
person in the Potter’s family!” Regulus defended.
using her! You just want to get her to your bed!” James accused.
mean, I would love that, but that is not why-“ Regulus started.
admitting he’s using you, y/n! Can’t you see? Just come with us. I’m your old
brother, I just want what is best for you” James pleaded.
screamed. “You can’t tell me what to do!”
to your brother…” Sirius insisted. “I’ll take care of Regulus. I assure you he
won’t hurt you again”
it, Sirius! I haven’t hurt her! I love her! Why would I want to hurt her?”
fell silent. Regulus and you had just started dating, so neither of you had
confessed your feelings. When you heard him say that he loved you, you felt
your heart stop beating in your chest and a smile appeared on your face.
passed his hand through his messy hair, in a clear nervous gesture and stared
at your y/e/c eyes, ignoring the Gryffindor guys.
“It’s true. I
love you, y/n. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me… And I don’t
care if your brother or mine don’t agree… I will fight for you, because I don’t
want to imagine my life without you by my side” he confessed.
marauders were speechless. You couldn’t help but smile and throw your arms
around his neck, bringing him close to you and whispering in his ear.
“I love you
He let out a
chuckle and tightened his grip. “My princess” he said in a sweet voice, “I’d
never hurt you, you know that, right? I’d never-“
“I know” you
whispered as you pulled away and turned to face Sirius and James.
brother loves me, Sirius. And I love him back. So don’t try to stop him. And
the same goes for you, James.” You warned.
you alone, later in the afternoon, so he approached you.
make you happy?”
say the name, but you understood who he was referring to without any problem
you said with confidence.
He gulped: “Do
you really love him?”
“I do” you
muttered with the same tone.
and told you: “If he ever hurts you, I’m killing him.”
You knew it
was his twisted way to give you his blessing, it was going to be everything you’d
get out of him, so you hugged your brother briefly and thanked him, with a tiny smile on your face.
Sirius was threatening his own brother under James’ orders. Not that he wasn’t going to do it anyway…
care that you are my little brother. I care about y/n, a lot, and if I ever
find out that you hurt her, not only will James kill you. Oh no! I will give him the weapon and plot your death with him!”
lowered his head and said: “Is that your way of saying that you approve?”
sighed: “I guess, I mean, you really look at her like you really love her… And
so does she…”
smiled at his brother. Sirius would never say it out loud, but he was glad that
Regulus had found someone like y/n. Maybe, you could fix him.
Marinette is pregnant. It was an accident, a late night at a club where she got drunk and went home with someone, but it’s still there. She’s pregnant. At least according to the seventeen pregnancy tests she took. Alya’s away, and Hawkmoth seems to be on vacation, so she’s not able to talk to anyone until after she’s been to the doctor to confirm it.
So she goes to patrol that night, the first patrol with Chat since she took the tests, and cries on him for a while. She’s not getting an abortion–she’s pro-choice, but can’t do it herself–and she still has to talk to the father.
But Chat’s there. He comforts her, says he’ll be there for her whether the father is or not. He lets her cry on his shoulder for hours, and patrol never actually gets done. They decide to meet up tomorrow night, even though it’s not a patrol night, so they can talk after Marinette talks to the father.
Which doesn’t go well. Actually, that’s an understatement. The father is furious at her for being pregnant, wants her to get an abortion, and wants nothing to do with the baby if she has it.
So Marinette leaves in tears, and skips her classes that afternoon and goes immediately to their patrol spot to just sit and cry for hours, waiting for Chat.
Chat left an hour early for patrol, barely having allowed himself to wait that long, and finds Ladybug already on the roof. She tells him about how it went with the father and starts crying all over again.
“I’ll be it’s father.”
“A baby needs a father. Mine was never around, and I know that’s messed me up. So I can be this baby’s father. I mean, if you want.”
“I…I’d like that.”
So they sit there for hours until Ladybug’s tears subside, holding onto each other. When they decide it’s time to leave, Ladybug suggests they reveal their identities because “I am not going to the doctor as Ladybug, and I am not having Chat Noir take me there.”
So they reveal themselves, and are freaking happy that they are Adrien and Marinette, because that makes introducing themselves to their friends much easier.
The next morning, Adrien is sleep deprived and freaking out because he spent all night on the internet looking up everything about babies and pregnancy and “should I propose, Plagg? Do you think she’ll expect me to? What do babies eat? Oh god, what if there’s more than one baby?”
(he’s also spent an insane amount of money on baby clothes and stuffed animals)
So when Nino calls to ask why he’s late for lunch, you really can’t blame him for blurting out:
“I’m not ready to be a father!”
“I’m not ready, Nino! What if I’m as terrible a father as mine? What if I kill it? What if it hates me? What if–”
“Yes! I’m not ready!”
“…who did you get pregnant?”
(you also can’t blame him for hanging up and not going to lunch after all because Marinette didn’t want to tell anyone yet and he almost blew it with the first person he talked to)
They tell their friends a few weeks later, saying that Adrien and Marinette got drunk and hooked up one night, and no they’re not together but they’re both going to be in this baby’s life.
Alya and Nino are thrilled and decide that they are going to be godparents and Alya announces it on the Ladyblog (Marinette and Adrien laugh later about how relevant a post that really was).
The pregnancy goes well. Adrien does not, in fact, propose, though he does discuss it with Marinette, who decides that maybe in the future, but only if they actually have a relationship together. They get an apartment together, and Marinette has to hide Adrien’s credit cards because he’s a stress shopper and “we really don’t need six cribs. You need to send some of them back.”
Ladybug disappears around sometime around the third month, Chat Noir fighting akumas on his own and bringing her the butterflies after for purification. Chat Noir assures the public that Ladybug is safe and sound, and that she’s only disappeared because there will be a new little bug in a few months, and, no, he will not comment on whether or not this bug is also a kitten.
(Alya freaks out because “Marinette, your baby will be the same age as Ladybugs! They’ll go to school together!”)
Adrien freaks out at every ultrasound, crying and squeezing Marinette’s hand. He buys her whatever food she’s craving, and sometimes Chat Noir will be found begging at the door of a closing shop because “Ladybug needs pickles and chocolate fudge can you please stay open just another minute?” and because these stores will usually let Chat Noir in but not Adrien.
(Chat Noir also can’t go more than half a block without people giving him baby supplies. Sometimes he has to refuse because “Ladybug would not be happy if I came home with a seventh crib.”)
(This leads to the rumours that Ladybug and Chat Noir are having sextuplets, which Marinette finds hilarious.)
(Adrien is just relieved that these rumours aren’t true because one baby is stressful enough and it hasn’t even come yet.)
It’s around five months when Chat Noir almost dies in an akuma attack. Marinette watches on TV and begs Tikki to let her transform to help, but it would be too dangerous for the baby, so all she can do is watch and cry. Chat stumbles in the window a while later, barely conscious and bleeding all over the floor. Ladybug cleanses the akuma and it heals Chat, and they both release their transformations as Marinette throws herself at him, crying.
“I almost lost you. You have to be more careful, Chat. I can’t lose you.”
Neither of them notice, at first, that she kisses him. It seems natural. He almost died. She was upset. So of course she’d kiss him.
Of course, they do notice, and both make things awkward for a few hours before they decide that maybe they should try this for real.
The baby comes a few days early, and Adrien was at a shoot on the other side of Paris when he got the call from Nino. It would take hours to get there, hours he doesn’t have because Marinette is in labour and he isn’t there and he is seriously stressing out.
So he ducks into an alley and transforms and races across the rooftops.
When he reaches the hospital, the nurses and patients in the waiting give him weird looks but he ignores them because he has to find Marinette.
He barges into Marinette’s room with a “Marinette! I’m here!” and doesn’t know why everyone turns to stare.
Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng glance between their daughter and the man who barged in, squinting and trying to put the pieces together.
The nurse who had been checking on a machine drops her clipboard.
Nino narrows his eyes and closes the book he had been trying to distract himself with, rising in a defensive stance.
Alya takes a picture.
And Marinette? Marinette bursts into hysterical laughter.
“You’re an idiot.”
“What? I got here as fast as I could. The shoot was on the other side of town. I–”
“Adrien. You’re in costume.”
He looks down at himself and groans because he knew he forgot something when he jumped off the roof. He releases the transformation and goes to the bed, deciding to pretend like it never happened and asking Marinette how she’s doing.
“That means you’re Ladybug,” Alya says, not going along with Adrien’s plan to ignore his mistake. “Right? Because Chat Noir hasn’t said that Ladybug’s baby is his, but he also hasn’t been subtle about the baby being his.”
“Can we talk about this later?” Marinette groans out as a contraction hits. “Preferably when I don’t have a baby trying to rip its way out of me.”
“Fine,” Alya agrees. “As long as I get an exclusive about Chat Noir and Ladybug’s baby.”
Hugo Michel Dupain-Cheng-Agreste came into the world a few hours later, by which point all of Paris knew Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities (becuase Chat Noir running through a hospital screaming for Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not very subtle, and it was common knowledge that Marinette was having a baby with supermodel Adrien Agreste, so Chat Noir’s own identity wasn’t a stretch) and the section of the hospital has to be cornered off to keep out the cameras and the fans.
Gabriel Agreste comes to see them later in the day, to visit his grandson. He takes his son aside before he leaves, apologizing for being such a horrible father.
“I’ll be better to him, if you’ll let me be in his life.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
But Gabriel doesn’t answer, instead handing a small brown box to his son.
“I am so sorry. I can’t do this anymore, not when it means hurting my family. I hope you can forgive me, and that you’ll listen to my explanation one day, but I understand if you won’t. You don’t have to worry about this anymore.”
And with that, Gabriel was gone, leaving Adrien alone and confused in the hallway of the hospital. He looked down at the box again, it was so familiar but he couldn’t figure out why. Slowly, he opened it. Inside sat a purple butterfly broach.
It’s a few months later before Ladybug and Chat Noir make an appearance again, chasing each other across the rooftops and laughing, stopping in alcoves to kiss.
The papers the next morning feature this: Ladybug with her arms around Chat’s neck, beaming as he kisses her cheek. A green sling around Chat’s body, one of his arms holding it to his chest, the other around Ladybug’s waist. And a baby, tucked in the sling, a little head with cat ears sticking out.
All of Paris turned up a year later to the long awaited wedding between Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.