When Duty and Desire Meet Evillustrator Part 2 SNEAK PREVIEW!
(as always, art by the amazing @edendaphne and writing by myself)
“That can’t be my Kitty looking so glum, can it?”
Chat’s head turned at the sound of her voice, and his eyes
widened. All at once, the rage boiling in his blood tempered, to be replaced
with an entirely different heat.
His jaw dropped.
Marinette was standing a few feet away from him, smiling
shyly, her fingers coiled around the spaghetti strap of her small handbag. Her
figure was framed in a halo of streetlight, which highlighted the snug black
dress she wore and the softness of her lightly curled hair. For some strange
reason, the sight of her still wearing the green ribbons filled him with relief
so palpable that all the breath left his body in one fell swoop.
All he could think was he was very glad he was hidden by the
shadow of the tree, and that his mask did a good job of hiding his cheek bones.
He felt like he’d just been shoved head first into an oven.
The length of time he’d spent gaping at her must have been
longer than he’d realised, as Marinette began to shift awkwardly, glancing at
her feet. “No heels,” she chuckled, but her voice was high and squeaky. Over
the six months Chat (or rather Adrien) had come to know her, he recognised her
voice tended to get that way whenever she was excited or nervous. “For a quick
getaway in case I need it! See? I came prepared.”
That was good, Chat thought, because he certainly hadn’t
When Marinette began to frown, the light crinkles on her
forehead conveying just the slightest hint of worry, Chat managed to kick
himself out of his reverie. Shaking his head, he walked over to her, staring
directly into her eyes (he couldn’t stare at her in that dress, he didn’t want
to be that guy, especially
considering she was technically in a perilous situation at that moment in time)
and reached for one of her hands.
“You certainly did Princess,” he uttered as his lips brushed
against her knuckles. How he found it in himself to speak, he had no idea. “And
your knight is here to help you in your quest.”
Marinette giggled, reaching up to boop his nose, obviously
unaware of the effect her appearance was having on him. “My knight, is a
scoundrel and a flirt, and totally distracting me from my quest.”
only in the wild and wonderful world of touhou can the statement “yeah so prince shoutoku was actually a transgender lesbian who cheated death to become an immortal taoist, and this is her tsundere lightning ghost wife” not only make sense as a headcanon, but also be potentially the most likely headcanon to be canon available.
“Dripping wet with water, Stanley realizes he has struck and abused Stella, and feeling repentant for lashing out at her, he searches for her…Sensually-macho and virile in his wet, torn T-shirt, he bellows repeatedly for Stella from the street in front of their building and sorrowfully begs for her return. It is a powerful, primal cry for her - almost an animalistic mating call.”
Marlon Brando as Stanley Kowalski in A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) dir. Elia Kazan