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This history, uh… Starts in Columbus, Ohio. And, uh… There was few years ago, and, that was before Josh and I were able to make money playing music. And, uh, I called him up and I said “Hey Josh, you wanna come over to my rental house and watch the GRAMMYs?”, and he said “Yeah, who’s hanging in there?”, I said “A couple of my roommates, just coming to watch the GRAMMYs with us”, and, uh, as we were watching we noticed that every single one of us was in our underwear… And, seriously, Josh turned to me and we were no one at that time, he turned to me and he said “You know, if we ever go to the GRAMMYs, if we ever win a GRAMMY, we should receive it just like this”.

Two | Loveless-Edit by Lo Moon  *** // Masterlist // 

Summary: Stuck on the planet of Takodana alongside smuggler Nadaline Rose, Lyra Khaar believes that her chances of leaving have passed. Across the stars, however, Ben Solo struggles with his own demons as he is set to the task of training under the mentorship of Luke Skywalker, among a new generation of Jedi. Through a force bond, the two find each other, and as celestial beings, the Galaxy flings their paths together in the most unpredictable of ways. 

Note: I hope that this isn’t too bad, I was kind of in a hurry to get it posted, since I’ve been scattered this week. Sigh. Anyways, I love Ben, and we’ll be seeing more of him.

Tags: @kyloholic

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Ghost Corazon by 童子

Translation by ferra-rii

My very first attempt to translate a comic. I am so, so sorry if there’s any mistakes (and also for the handwriting). I’m neither a native to Japanese or English and I did this around 30 minutes before my final exam and idk anymore c ry.

Forgive me if there’s any mistakes. I’ll try to correct it as soon as possible. Thank you!

Roasted Marshmallows

pairing: Jimin x reader
word count: 1177
genre: fluff
summary: Jimin would learn to love the smell of marshmallows.
warnings: none
a/n: inspired by this prompt b/c i have terrible writer’s block right now. y’all know any fluff i write is absolute shit that i wish would sink into the very bottom of the deep and dark ocean blue, but here i am. this is dedicated to the cute bun @everyonegetsmeaheartbeatcloser. i really hope this brightens up your day a lil bit. i wasn’t sure who your bias is and i didn’t want to ask since i wanted it to be a surprise so i just wrote for Jimin b/c i don’t think i’ve ever met a person who doesn’t like him?? also, did you know the thingy that connects a plane to the gate of an airport is called a jet bridge?! anyways, enjoy~

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Malec apartment neighbours AU where Magnus owns a pet tarantula, and it manages to get out of its cage, ending up in Alec’s apartment. Magnus never lets Alec live it down that they met because of Alec screaming bloody murder and Magnus running into his apartment (thinking he was dying or that something horrific must have happened) only to see this tall, fit guy crouched on the counter, staring at Magnus’ tarantula on the ground. At their wedding, he fondly refers to it as his spider playing matchmaker while Alec turns red and scowls, ignoring his family’s snickers.

Name a flower

For the DGM Fanworks Intiative

Day 4:  Alternative Universe

I just wanted my OT4 + Timothy with flowers hah (T u T)/ 

I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes! English is not my first language ;u;

( @loony-in-a-blue-box oh god this is so different from what I told you about haha I almost lost my motivation…thanks for listening me ramble about Timothy TuT) 

Summary: Kanda, Lena, Allen and Lavi open a flower shop, Timothy helps them, and they all discover Kanda’s secret by accident. (slightly Yullen, it’s barely there though) 

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Control (M)

Requested: sub!yoongi

Warnings: pwp, kinky shit that you may not enjoy - please don’t read if you do not dig that sort of thing.

“I want to try something new,” you whisper and your heart is pounding as you gauge his reaction. For months you had been building up the courage to utter such simple words. Sex with Yoongi was truly a magnificent experience, within seconds the blonde could have you dropping to your knees with a softly spoken yet firm command.

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Author’s note: Kuroshitsuji with 15. Let’s make this a competition.”
First Christmas prompt! #fail Oh well, it’s Christmas somewhere, right? Right. Thanks so much for your lovely compliment! Hope you had a lovely Christmas and enjoy this little fic!

Summary: When Ciel’s servants fail to make him happy during everyone’s favorite holiday of the year, Sebastian suggests they turn this into a small competition. The first one to make Ciel smile or laugh is the winner and of course, as the perfect butler, Sebastian has a few tricks up his sleeve.

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The smell of snow was already penetrating his room and Ciel woke up groggily, already annoyed at the familiar scent, and saw a blurry Sebastian preparing a cup of tea at the foot of his bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ciel sat up straight and let out a small huff when his butler looked up at him, the usual smile permanently plastered on his face.

“Good morning, young master. Did you sleep well?”

“As if you care,” Ciel mumbled and scooted over to the side, letting his feet dangle above the ground as Sebastian walked over to him with his tray.

Fortunately, the strong aroma of the earl grey tea took his mind off the fact that it was snowing outside and he purposely held the steaming cup right under his nose, practically forcing himself to smell nothing but that.

Christmas.

Oh, how he loathed this holiday. The only good thing was the profit he made with his company because people were dumb enough to buy presents for their loved ones. It was honestly the most useless day of the year, along with his birthday. Winter reminded him too much of the loss of his parents and his childhood, which was why he was giving Sebastian even more death stares than usual.

He couldn’t focus on the newspaper, his breakfast or his tea for that matter. He couldn’t even think of any random insults for Sebastian who was graciously ironing his clothes for today.

“You seem a bit tense today, my lord,” Sebastian mumbled as he gently dressed Ciel in a simply, yet fancy suit for the special occasion. “Anything I can do for you to make you feel better?”

As much as he wanted to not go downstairs and celebrate Christmas with the rest of his servants, Ciel didn’t have a choice so he shook his head, shrugged Sebastian’s hand off after he had tied a red tie around his neck and left his room, getting tailed by Sebastian’s quiet yet obvious footsteps.

The minute he got to the main living room, he was met with an explosion of “Merry Christmas, young master!”s, “Hope you like the presents we got you!” and “I did all the decoratin’ myself, sir,” and Ciel couldn’t be more annoyed. Even though they all meant well, he couldn’t help but glare at the gigantic Christmas tree in the farthest corner of the room, decorated with sparkly baubles, angels and everything else they could think of.

Finny started arguing with Bard about the chocolate cake that was in the middle of the large, beautifully decorated table, which somewhat appealed to Ciel because it was something sweet, but it still made his eyebrow twitch.

He took a seat at the head of the table and let Sebastian cut the first slice because it didn’t look like his servants were going to stop bickering any time soon. Mey-Rin was doing her best to stop them by flailing around like a butterfly while Tanaka sat in his usual corner, drinking his tea.

No matter what they did, they couldn’t get Ciel to be excited about Christmas. Every person in that room knew why he was not going to put on a fake smile, or at least pretend he liked the presents they got him, because everything about this holiday reminded him too much of the fire. So instead of listening to them constantly trying to cheer him up with silly stories, dance-moves and more sweet foods, Ciel just sat there, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, watching them with a blank expression.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he did appreciate their efforts, namely Finny’s because he was trying the hardest by hugging him close and running his rough fingers through his hair while the others simply ran around in circles like lunatics. Sebastian was watching everything quietly, his blood colored eyes containing a neutral glitter while he cleaned the table.

“It’s no use,” Mey-Rin said, totally and utterly defeated as she held her face. “We cannot make the young master happy. And I thought he’d surely enjoy our presents and cake…”

“It’s obviously not his favorite day of the year,” Finny mumbled quietly against the back of his head and pulled away. “Did you at least enjoy the cake, my lord?”

“I did, it was quite tasty,” Ciel replied honestly and cleaned his fingers with his handkerchief, feeling undeniably cold without Finny’s presence. “You did a good job on that.”

They had probably put loads of sugar in it to hide their mistakes because it was a tad bit too sweet, but since he liked sweet things, he didn’t have anything to complain about. Plus, it was fun to see Sebastian’s disapproving look when he said that, obviously not pleased with the fact they made a cake without his surveillance. The latter was what made the white lie worth it because Sebastian was looking between him and the cake with the sourest expression he had ever seen.

However, the irritated expression was soon replaced with a cool one and Sebastian straightened up. “Let’s make this a competition, then. See who can cheer the young master up today. The winner can relax and take it easy for the rest of the day.”

That asshole clearly had a plan and Ciel did not like where this was going. Not one bit.

“Excuse you and your face,” he sneered and dropped his fork.

“But we’ve already tried everything!” Finny exclaimed, tears apparent in his large eyes. “D’you have any other ideas, then, Sebastian-san?”

“I do,” Sebastian smiled and looked down at Ciel with a rather mischievous, demonic look. “What kind of butler would I be if I didn’t even know how to cheer up our beloved young master?”

Okay, Ciel debated with himself for a minute. He could either give in and put a fake smile right now to get this over with or he could bite and see what kind of stupid plan this guy had. Seeing as he did like a challenge, Ciel decided to give them their needed permission with a mere flick of his wrist and watched everyone run around the house, trying their best to find something that would a bring a smile to his face.

Sebastian remained by his side during their frantic search, acting exceedingly patient and content, making Ciel even more annoyed because what was Sebastian’s oh so flawless plan?

Everyone else seemed to suck at making him smile, as usual. Finny had put on this idiotic clown costume and tried to entertain him by throwing some brightly colored balls in the air, Bard wanted to drag him to the kitchen to let him blow things up because “That always cheered me up when I was little!” but Sebastian promptly stopped him from doing so with a rather forced smile and Mey-Rin tried to show off her skills by balancing a couple of plates on her hands, shoulders and head. She failed of course and Sebastian was quick enough to catch all of them before they would hit the ground and shatter into pieces.

After some more failed tries, Bard tried telling a few funny stories about his childhood, along with a few very bad jokes, Finny went to the garden to bring in some flowers and Mey-Rin just kept tripping over her own feet and dropping furniture whenever she came up with a new plan. Tanaka remained silent throughout the day, chuckling every now and then while he watched their pure yet competitive attempts.  

At the end of the day, none of them succeeded and Ciel was left exhausted and bored of their endless, non-entertaining actions. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

He was about to get up but Sebastian, that smug-looking bastard, held out an arm and his smile widened. “Excuse me, sir, but I’m still allowed to give it a try, am I not?”

Ciel sighed and sat back down, folding his arms over his chest. “Right, I almost forgot. Go ahead.”

It was undoubtedly the biggest mistake he had ever made. Sebastian strode over to the back of his chair and placed both of his hands on his shoulders and Ciel felt himself frowning because he had no idea what to expect. Everyone watched in anticipation as Sebastian’s hand gently slipped down his torso, causing Ciel’s body to twitch lightly and right when he was onto him, it was already too late.

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swordplay // cullen x lavellan (nsfw)

anonymous requested accidental stimulation for the kink meme. i had some trouble getting this one out, but i finally finished it, so any nice comments would be so appreciated. <3 includes slightly dominant cullen~ very nsfw! reblog if you enjoyed, please!

Ellaina lifted her arm to her forehead, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed there off into the green sleeve of her coat. She’d spent the afternoon in the courtyards of Skyhold practicing sparring with some of the Inquisition’s soldiers. Being a mage, she’d never really seen the need to pick up a sword before, but now that she was the Inquisitor, she found herself eager to learn and be trained in all kinds of battle.

Picking up her sword once more, she swung the blade forward to meet the sword the soldier was holding, a loud clang ringing through her ears as the blades clashed.  She spun on her heel, lunging forward again, swords clanging against each other, against shields. Ellaina had to admit that wielding a sword was exhilarating. It made her feel powerful.

Up in Cullen’s tower, the Commander sat as his desk, shuffling through some reports, when he heard the sound of swords, his soldiers voice, and another very familiar voice.

Ellaina? he wondered. He had jokingly teased her before, saying that she needed to pick up a sword sometime. She had just scoffed and chuckled in response, so he didn’t think she would ever take him up on it.

Curiosity got the best of him, and he stood up from his chair and walked over to the door, squinting as the sun rays shone brightly in his eyes when he opened the door. He walked out onto the battlements, peering down to the courtyards below. And there she was. Ellaina Lavellan, a sword in hand, sparring with his soldiers. This was a sight he didn’t expect to see.

He was impressed, she wielded the sword quite well, her movements fast and effortless, but surprisingly skilled for someone who had never properly used a sword before. Her slender hand had a strong grip on the hilt, and her golden eyes were bright with determination and focus.

As he watched her train, Cullen suddenly felt a growing heat swirling in his belly, a familiar stirring below his waist.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, i'm a 15y/o(almost 16) trans, and one of my huge dysphoria is periods, is there any ways of getting rid of these? I want to avoid the birth control pills because i don't want the side effects (i already have acne and i don't want more spots you know) so if you can, please help me TwT (sorry if there's mistakes, english isn't my first language)

Firstly, your English is perfect so don’t feel ashamed of it! Also, birth control, contrary to popular belief, doesn’t really stop periods just kind of slows them down. Outside of testosterone, your period is going to come, it’s your body taking out the trash and it has to do this to stay healthy. I can only suggest ways you can deal with it, rather than stop it. I suggest putting together a pack of things to help you every month. Things like underwear-friendly sanitation products (I like pads with wings because I can wear male underwear without too much worry), heating pads, pain killers if you use them, things like that. Wear clothing that is loose and comfortable and will make you feel more masculine. Talk to people that you like, and that make you feel better. 

Lastly, you aren’t any less masculine because of this. Heck, I would say that you’re way tougher than any cis guy I know! You go through that monthly and come out swinging, that’s the toughest thing ever. You can get through this, friend! 

- Michael 

Imagine this:

When Allen was little, after he had a nightmare, Cross would stay in the room with him, waiting for the boy to fall asleep again.
And in one of those nights, after they already had a long day, Cross would be so tired of everything… of seeing Allen having nightmares almost every night, constantly worrying that Allen will lose that little light that just came back to his eyes, that when he believed Allen was already sleeping, he started talking…
He gave Allen advices… told him to not give up, to not let the world crush him, because the world sucks and Allen had already been through hell and back.
Cross told Allen to not become like him in the future… told Allen to be stronger than him.
He told Allen to not believe in everyone, but let himself trust others… for Allen to find friends and treasure them, but know that in the world they live, Allen might lose those friends sooner than he expects.
Cross told Allen to not let that break him… that Allen can cry and mourn, but for him to move on… To face the pain and loss and come out stronger than before.
Just… Cross telling Allen to not let the world win.

this probably doesn’t even make sense but i’ll leave it here anyway

Baby steps

Jun/Joshua, Fluff

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Jeonghan was Joshua’s best friend ever since he moved from the States to attend uni in Seoul two years ago. He was a nervous wreck when he first arrived, not being familiar with the language yet, even though he spoke Korean with his parents at home. He couldn’t read or write properly so he asked Jeonghan for help after he met him in one of his classes.

They were pretty much inseparable since then. That is until Jun came into the picture. Jeonghan and Joshua met him when he transferred from China in his second year. Joshua really liked him but he couldn’t help but be jealous every time Jeonghan and Jun hung out without him. It wasn’t that they didn’t invite him to come along, but he was so busy with work and assignments that he had to decline their offers a few too many times. Joshua even thought Jun liked Jeonghan, like more than a friend. But he couldn’t be sure so he never said anything about it to any of them.

All three of them were now on the night bus, going back home after seeing a local band play at a bar downtown. Jeonghan got off at his station, told them goodnight and headed home. Jun and Joshua still had 15 minutes to go and it was awkward to say the least. They got along just fine when Jeonghan was with them, but once they were left alone they couldn’t keep a conversation going. It was expected of Joshua, since he was a little more shy and reserved, but it was really unusual for Jun, who was always loud and talkative.

It wasn’t the first time this happened, so Joshua decided to confront Jun.

‘Hey, do you like me?’

Jun turned to face Joshua. ‘What?’ He looked surprised. Shocked even.

‘I’m just asking. You don’t really seem to like me. Is it something I did? Because if it is I think we should talk about it.’

‘Oh…’ Joshua wondered why he sounded so disappointed.

‘I mean you don’t seem to have a problem with Jeonghan. You get along with him just fine. More than fine actually.’ Joshua couldn’t believe he just said that.

‘What?’

‘Is that all you have to say?’

‘Do you think I like Jeonghan? As in really like him? Because I don’t. Like him. No.’

‘Ok. So you just have a problem with me.’

‘NO. That’s not what I meant. Jesus…’

‘What then?’

‘I like you, okay? I don’t like Jeonghan. I like you.

Joshua’s eyes widened. That’s not what he was expecting. Far from it. Just as he was about to say something he realised that was their stop. They had to get off the bus now. He didn’t know if he was thankful for the interruption or not. Did Jun actually like him? Did he like Jun, though? He was a little more nervous than usual when he was around Jun, but did he like him?

They were on the sidewalk now, facing each other in silence. He wasn’t sure what to say. What if Jun just said that to get him off his back?

Jun looked at him. ‘Umm…You don’t have to say anything. I’ll, um, go home. See you around.’

That’s when Joshua realised he liked Jun all along. He was just blinded by jealousy. Of Jun or of Jeonghan? He couldn’t be sure now. ‘Wait. Jun.’

He turned back hesitantly. ‘Yeah?’

‘Do you wanna, maybe, walk me home?’

‘Look, you don’t have to do this just because you feel bad about not feeling the same way. I’m a big boy, I can handle rejection. Good night, Joshua.’

Before he could say anything else, Jun was already on his way. Why couldn’t he just tell Jun how he felt when he had the chance? Stupid. Now he let Jun walk away and he wasn’t sure if he could ever bring it up again.

He texted Jeonghan on his way home, telling him what happened. Not even a minute later, he felt his phone vibrate. Jeonghan.

‘What’s up with you? Why didn’t you put him out of his misery already? He’s been talking about you for weeks now. Do you even know how tiring it is to hear someone talk about how awesome and perfect and cute your best friend is? And did you seriously think he liked me? Oh my God you are so oblivious it really is adorable.’

‘Shut up. You’re not helping.’

‘Do me a favour and just call him.’

Did Jeonghan just hang up on him? Why did he even call him in the first place? Couldn’t he just text him like a normal person if he wasn’t about to actually let him reply? But he had a point. Jun liked him, he liked Jun. It was now or never.

He dialled his number and waited. What if Jun didn’t want to talk to him? Why wasn’t he replying? Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he realised he didn’t actually…

‘Hello?’

Oh, crap. He answered. What should he say now? Come on, Joshua, say something.

‘Hey.’ Great…

‘Did you call to make fun of me? Cause I’d rather you didn’t.’

‘No. Why would I do that? That’s not why I called.’

‘Why did you then?’

‘I like you too. You didn’t really give me the chance to say it back earlier so I’m saying it now.’

‘Okay…’ He sounded bashful but Joshua could hear the smile in his voice.

‘So do you wanna ditch Jeonghan tomorrow and hang out? Just us? You could actually walk me home this time?’

‘That sounds good. Yeah. We could do that. I’m all for it.’

‘See you tomorrow then. Good night, Jun.’

‘Good night.’

Joshua thought he should listen to Jeonghan more often.

Ephemeral (1/1)

Summary: “Guess that’s what happens when literally everyone on Earth spends every second cockblocking us.”

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut, language

Words: ~4k

Notes:  Requested by @seethelovelyintheworld, a fic in which “every time they have sex, they both have orgasms right away.”  I finished this before the premiere, and I was gonna wait until tomorrow, but I have no patience whatsoever, and figure some smutty fluff is due after such angst.  So here you go!

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It’s just on the cusp of midnight when Killian Jones finds himself walking down a quiet street in the center of town.  The nights are growing longer, the sun colder, stiff breezes wafting in from the sea. Though he’d be content to turn his collar up against the weather, and allow his blood to warm his fingertips, he wears a long shirt with a high neck beneath his vest at Emma’s request.  He’d also sunk his teeth into the thick, knitted wrist of a black glove, wriggling it down onto his fingers, and savoring the look on her face.  It had been admittedly far less alluring when –

“Where’d you get that glove?” she says, reaching out to skim the palm of her hand over his hip.  “And can I have the other one because oh my God, these are soft.”

“This glove lacks a partner, Swan, much like the hand it protects.”

“Then where – ”

He flushes, then, and covers with a kiss to the swell of her cheek.  “From Madame Lucas.”

– but all the same, he’d not left the house that morning without several promising kisses to her lips. 

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                  Oikawa Tooru & Alexander The Great 

So, I wanted to take a moment to talk about this topic for a bit. I know there are several other posts that already analyze the symbolic nature to these two figures but I’m not here to necessarily to do that. There is another wavelength I would like to cover that has recently came to my attention. 

For readers, it is clearly evident to why Furudate would make a reference to Alexander the Great in regards to Oikawa. In terms of leadership and his position of command, Tooru holds great qualities that help him lead his team to victory. When I really took the time to think about it and do a bit of research, I found that you could argue that the reference goes a bit deeper than expected.  

A little history lesson here ( and please correct me if I’m wrong on any of this, I’m no expert really ) but Alexander the Great believed in Greek Polytheism. While this form of religion is very broad and has many different complexities to it, the Greek culture holds values a bit different for their time period. In famous literature, as seen in classics such as The Iliad and The Odyssey, a common theme, and quite heavily enforced, presented throughout was man’s downfall because of pride. 

The Iliad depicts this lesson well, explaining how Achilleas wouldn’t have lost his lover if it had not been for his stubborn pride. Though, in this time period strength and brute force was considered essential in war. Later though, as referenced in The Odyssey, cleverness and the intelligence of outsmarting your enemy is valued more than just physical strength in itself. Odysseus is an intelligent man, coming up with witty ways to escape his enemies but like anything else, his pride puts him in dangerous situations, ones that could have been avoided at best. 

I like to believe Furudate was inspired by the philosophy of the Greek and there was a significance to choosing Alexander the Great from this time period. The way I kind of see it is Oikawa’s rival, Ushiwaka-chan, can be referenced to the old school mentality of “brawns over brains.” This is not saying that Ushiwaka is unintelligent. In this time period, the greatest and strongest warriors were always sent out to fight the main battles, taking the role of leadership. This basically reminded me of the chapter where Waka’s coach talks about his style of game play, where players are chosen solely to help Waka. Oikawa represents the evolved belief, that being tactical is more useful, drawing out the most from his teammates and multiplying their talents. 

What spurred this thought on was Oikawa’s famous line, “This insignificant pride of mine, you had better damn well remember it.” I find it so ironic and interesting that this topic/theme is brought up here. Is it pure coincidence or is there really significance to this whole ordeal?

The Cat Goes... Meow? - chapter 5

Title: The C(h)at Goes… Meow? - chapter 5

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing(s): Marichat/ Adrinette/ Ladynoir

Summary: He shakily looked down in growing horror expecting to see gloved hands only to find adorable cat paws?!

notes: In which Adrien realizes that keeping the charade up for so long purrhaps wasn’t such a good idea.   

chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 , 8 (complete)

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“Kitty.”

Adrien raised a looming paw.

“Kitty no.”

The tension was palpable as Adrien’s eyes remained locked with Marinette’s, both refusing to avert their gaze and back down. She was the first to give, her hard stare flickering uncertainly in the hope of mercy, but it was all for naught. In one firm motion, he swatted his paw in a large and powerful sweep, promptly sending the blue ball of yarn flying across the room.

Marinette slumped and flung her arms in the air, throwing what little she had completed of the mittens down. “That’s the fifth time already!” She groaned loudly, shooting him a nasty glare. Adrien turned away. He stubbornly refused to acknowledge her less he start regretting his petty actions, the inevitable guilt fighting to come out. Yet, he only squashed it down and continued to pout as she pushed back her chair in defeat to once again retrieve her ball of yarn.

He’d been delighted to find Marinette in her room that late morning when he’d come scratching at her window. It had been so early that she hadn’t even left it open for him. When he peered inside he was pleasantly surprised to find her already bent over her work as she knit his gift, hands skillfully twisting and pulling on yarn. Adrien had leapt back with a yelp when Tikki suddenly flew up into his face,  giggling, as she was the first to notice him. Plagg had had to press himself flat against his back so she wouldn’t see him while she unlocked the hatch.

After that mini-heart attack, Adrien figured some of her luck must have been rubbing off on him because she didn’t even bat an eye or give any hint that she suspected anything wrong and merely floated back down to Marinette, allowing Adrien to sneak down in a way that kept Plagg hidden out of sight until he made it to the box. As before, Plagg didn’t say a word though he could feel his kwami shaking against him all the while with stifled laughter. At least Plagg seemed entertained by all this, Adrien thought dryly. It was out of the ordinary that he was humoring him so much, but he wasn’t about to make a comment about it. If he hadn’t been getting his own little kick out of this, there was no way Plagg would be so indulging.  

It had been a slight gamble to come this early because it was the weekend and he hadn’t known for sure what she’d be doing but if the way she was hunched over her work was any indication, she didn’t seem to be planning to go anywhere. His heart had swelled happily. Like this, he could spend the whole day with her.

At least that’s what he’d initially thought. He’d spent a good fifteen minutes sitting patiently in front of her, unable to control his tail which flickered back and forth in eager anticipation of her petting, but when she continued to focus on her project, only glancing up briefly every once in a while to check her design, it quickly became apparent that her focus was entirely on making the gloves. And since her focus was on the gloves, that meant one crucial thing as far as he was concerned. That it wasn’t on him.

It had been like that for hours now and he couldn’t take it anymore! Feeling dejected at first, he’d half-heartedly allowed Tikki to entertain him with some of his-no, the toys, which distracted him for a while (he swore that it was only to humor her, only that! ) but eventually the novelty had worn off and he was aching for pets.

Obviously, if he was in his right mind and not feeling just a little attention starved, he’d realize what exactly he was doing, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He had tried begging for attention in all ways civilly possible like meowing insistently at her to look at him, pawing her leg to the point where he was clinging so hard she had to shake him off, and then even going so far as to sit straight in her lap so she would at least look at him. But she was adamant about her work and expertly ignored him, barely reacting except for the occasional pat which were half-hearted at best.

Planting himself face down while mewing incoherently, Adrien was momentarily staggered as he was struck with just how well this situation could fit Chat Noir and Ladybug. It was laughable. Though at the same time not, he thought and looked up to stare at her with slit eyes.  

If anything, it was something he had learned about her: when Marinette committed, she became absorbed. The fact that it came at his expense to the point where he felt invisible just wouldn’t do though.

By that point he was so deprived of her affection that he may or may not have finally snapped and accidentally” knocked  all the supplies off her desk with his tail. She’d just chuckled with a small sigh and shake of her head, but when she had been forced to put down her supplies and finally pet him properly it was almost pitiful how quickly he melted in bliss.

Heaven…the stray thought floated up against his will and he’d flushed hotly except for moments later when she promptly drew away and returned to her task. Adrien blinked at her, mouth agape, as the pleasurable tingling that had barely had time to settle vanished immediately and was replaced with a very unsatisfied itch.  

Alright then. She wanted to play hard to get? Challenge accepted.

Thus he’d made it his mission to continue bugging the hell out of her.

Ha, bugging. He’d have to save that one for later…

“At this rate, I’m not going to be able to finish them by the end of the weekend and then it might not make sense to give it to him anymore.” Marinette moped, setting the ball of yarn on her other side in a futile effort to keep it away from.  Tikki who had been watching the spectacle from the sidelines only giggled.

“Maybe this is a good time to take a little break? Plus, I’m a little hungry and I think he’s bored.” Tikki chirped, smiling in amusement. “You should know by now how needy cats are. You’ve been paying attention to that ball of yarn instead of him this whole time. I bet he’s just jealous!”

Needy? Jealous? That was ridiculous! He couldn’t be jealous, which he definitely wasn’t, as that just didn’t make sense since that would mean he was jealous because he wasn’t getting attention over… himself. Sort of. Jealous, yeah right. It just wasn’t fair was all! He paused, taking a moment to sort it in his head. The bottom line was that he wasn’t getting attention because Marinette was so focused on making a gift for him though he was right there.

Okay, maybe he was a little jealous… or a lot.  

How the hell had he gotten into this position? He thought sourly, glaring at the ball of yarn vehemently.

“I guess you’re right, but let me finish this bit at least.” Was what she said, shooting a wary glance in his direction, but as soon as Marinette made a few more stitches he could already tell she was being sucked right back in.  If she didn’t put it down now, this would keep going on for the rest of the day!

In one final effort to get her to stop, Adrien shoved her notebook right off the edge.

He couldn’t suppress the purr of triumph as Marinette, who didn’t even bother glaring at him this time, just let out a big sigh of defeat. “OK, ok! Fine. He wins.”

Tikki flew over to perch on his head, clicking her tongue even as a tiny grin tugged at her face in amusement. “Can you bring some cookies up Marinette?”

“Sure thing Tikki. I’m sorry for not feeding you. Maybe that’s why he’s so restless too. You’re probably just hungry huh kitty?” When Marinette graced him with the first proper smile she’d given him that day and he was warmed down to his toes, it suddenly hit him all at once how deep he was getting himself.

Too deep, he muttered weakly as he settled down. Damn, he was so, so screwed. In all ways. He just hoped that when she finally found out, she’d grace him with a swift death.

Marinette put down her needles and bent over to grab the fallen book. It had flipped open on its front and Adrien started to feel bad about pushing it over. He knew how much she drew in it and here he was just knocking it down to be annoying. But when she put it back on the desk, he was sucked out of the dreamy spell her smile had cast over him and froze stiff as if he’d been plunged into a bucket of icy water. He stared at the picture it had opened to.  

It was a drawing of a scarf. A very familiar looking scarf.  

His heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed with an iron grip.

Unaware, she didn’t even pause before flipping the book closed, shutting the picture away, but those few seconds had already done their damage. The image was burned into his mind and he was flooded with confusion. There was no mistake. That had been his scarf. It was identical, even shaded the exact color. The one that his father had supposedly given. But from what he’d just seen…

Adrien concentrated hard, thinking back to that day. Hadn’t Marinette tried talking to him? She’d been holding a blue box too, hadn’t she… the very same one he’d found his scarf in.

He bolted up as it really sank in, pulling down his happy mood with it. His stomach, which had been fluttering lightly turned into an uncomfortable churning.  He needed to get Plagg. It was time to go. All he wanted to do was crawl under his covers and be alone and think.  

As this was going on in his head, Adrien wasn’t aware of Marinette returning with a plate of goods for him and Tikki which she happily flew down to collect. So he almost scratched her on accident when he found himself being pulled into her lap.

“Hey now.” She frowned, petting him gently. He instantly stilled, wide-eyed, and didn’t move again.

Several minutes ago this had been the only thing he wanted from her today but now he only felt like he was burning beneath her touch. He could only hope she couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating.

“Hey Tikki, do you think maybe I should try to take Adrien something from the bakery? That’d be a good excuse to go see him, right?” Marinette said out loud.  

Adrien and his heart jolted simultaneously. No! That was a terrible idea! He was fully prepared to go ballistic to keep her from trying to leave, but fortunately Tikki saved the situation for him instead.  

“Maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea Marinette.” Tikki said. “What would you say to him? Hey Adrien, blah, uh, ah-” She continued to poorly imitate her stuttering until Marinette poked her gently.

“Hey! I’m not that bad…” Marinette protested but trailed off. She rested her head on her hands, elbows propped on the desk, and sighed. “Okay, maybe you’re right, I am that bad. But I just can’t help it. I just get all tongue tied, but what’s a girl in love supposed to do?”

In love.

The words rattled around Adrien’s head like a ping pong ball.

In love.

“What do I do Tikki? If only I could get out a couple of words and talk like a normal person…” Marinette pressed the space bar on her keyboard, sighing dreamily when her desktop popped up. Then she glared at it.

She hugged him tightly to her chest. “Curse those beautiful eyes and that perfect hair and, and that heart melting smile!” Adrien tried not reacting to that, he really did, but he couldn’t help it. She thinks I have beautiful eyes… This was too much for his poor heart. Did she want it to explode? “It’s not my fault that he leaves me stuttering like an idiot. Besides, all I really want is to one day maybe be able to be proper friends with him.”

A small lump settled in his throat. Did she not think that they were friends? It was almost funny. Until two days ago, he hadn’t even realized that they were actually the best of friends, of course as Ladybug and Chat Noir. Everything was so flipped.

“Geez Marinette, you would think that you only like him for his looks!” Tikki joked. Adrien’s ears drooped. As much as it hurt, Tikki wasn’t breaking new ground. This wouldn’t be the first time a person had fawned over him like this. Could it be that this whole ‘crush’ Marinette had on him was really just based on the fact that he was a model?

He had hoped so badly…

“You know that’s not true Tikki!” He felt Marinette’s grip tighten around him, an earnest look shining in her eyes. She actually seemed slightly offended. “I just… he’s so sweet and kind. But I feel like there’s something about him that’s… a little lonely too. I don’t know him that well, I admit, but I want to get to know him more. I want to be someone who can be there for him. Someone that he can rely on and trust.”

A pink blush dusted her cheeks. “Like with his scarf. Of course I wanted him to know I had made it for him, but it made him so happy when he thought it was from his dad. I was sad, but I’d do anything if I could create that feeling for him again. Knowing that it was my gift that had made him smile like that… well, it made me happy too and for the moment, it’s enough. And maybe one day… I’ll be able to make him smile like that on my own. That’s the dream anyway.”

Tikki rested a gentle paw on her cheek. “Oh Marinette. Don’t worry, he’ll see who you really are one day. You’re Ladybug! You can do anything you set your mind to!”

Marinette wilted, absently carding her fingers through his fur. “Sometimes I don’t feel like Ladybug. When I’m her, I feel like I can be brave and do anything, but then when I’m not it’s like reality comes back and I remember who I really am. Marinette, the clumsy awkward girl. ” She paused. “Tikki, I love being Ladybug. I really do. But being her… it’s never been about the person behind the mask. It’s about the mask itself. She’s always been a symbol: one of hope and peace, a pillar of strength for people. Ladybug is all that, and I’m proud and honored to be able to play that role but peel back all the glory and there’s only… me.”

“Marinette…” Tikki’s big eyes gazed sadly at her charge.

Adrien had remained quiet in her arms, but he rubbed his head gently against her stomach as he was unable to offer anything else. Because everything she was saying wasn’t true at all.

Marinette shook her head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so down. You know I’ve just been worried with everything going on.”

“I know. But you know none of that’s true Marinette.” Tikki said and spread her arms to cup her face in a tiny hug.

“Thanks Tikki.” She leaned over to give the little kwami a peck on her head. Marinette took a deep breath, then smiled down at Adrien in her arms. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you either, little man.”

She kissed him gently on the nose.

Adrien’s heart stopped, but Marinette just looked up as if she hadn’t just made him explode inside. “Alright, I should get back to work now. These aren’t going to knit themselves you know. It’d be good to get more done before we go out again too.”

“You just have to remember to sign your name this time.” Tikki said lightly, plopping again onto his head, but there was an uneasiness to her voice that only Adrien caught. But she didn’t say anything more.

He didn’t interrupt her much after that, choosing to quietly watch her while snuggling with Tikki who patted him in Marinette’s absence instead. He stayed right up to the point where Ladybug leapt out the window thought it wasn’t even quite dark yet. She had been anxious to go as soon as possible.

Plagg floated out of the box once she was gone. He was surprisingly quiet instead of complaining like Adrien had been expecting him too. Mostly lost in thought, they went home in an uncommon silence. Plagg didn’t even berate him that harshly about his cheese, even going so far as to say please when he asked for some.

They were already tucked in for the night when Adrien finally spoke. Hey Plagg… how much did you listen today?

Plagg who had already been comfortably curled beside Adrien glanced over at him. “I heard some things. I mostly took naps.”

Hmm. Adrien hummed thoughtfully until he finally blurted out his thoughts.

Plagg, do you have someone you love?

His kwami raised an eyebrow, whisker twitching. “What?”

Adrien felt the tips of his ears grow a little warm, but he went on. I mean, is there anyone special to you? You can’t always have been alone. Being Chat Noir seems like a full time job… doesn’t it get a little lonely?

“Are you kidding? I don’t have time to get lonely when I’m looking after boneheads like you.”

Adrien frowned. I’m being serious here. With a dejected sigh, he flopped around. Never mind. I guess your head really is filled with nothing but cheese.

Plagg sighed with a roll of his eyes. “Look, I love cheese, but I’m not heartless.” He finally conceded. “I do. Have someone, that is.”

Adrien was wide awake now. Really? It would be another kwami right? His eyes widened as something occurred to him, thinking of the only other kwami he knew. Wait, is it Tikki? Are you two together?

Plagg smirked, crossing his arms thoughtfully. “What’s with humans and always having to know everything? Look, Tikki and I… we’re beyond any of those labels of yours.”

What do you mean? Adrien proceeded cautiously. He’d never asked Plagg about his life, never wanting to intrude or pry because every time he would usually just evade his questions and chatter away about cheese instead, but he couldn’t quell his curiosity now that Plagg was actually sharing. I’m sorry Plagg. I didn’t realize… and I’ve been asking you to hide yourself from her. You should’ve told me sooner. Don’t you miss her?

“Of course I miss her.” Plagg said quietly. “But Tikki and I, we’re halves of a whole. Though we may not see each other directly all the time, even for decades or longer sometimes, we always find each other. So really, it’s like I’m with her all the time.” A tiny, rare smile crossed his face. “We’ll always be together… as long as there is Chat Noir and Ladybug.”

I never realized you were such a romantic Plagg. Adrien chuckled though he was touched by the admission.

“Psh. Besides, it’s not like it’ll be much longer till I properly see her anyways.” Plagg cackled, promptly shutting him up

The next morning, Adrien was drawn out of sleep by the smell of freshly baked bread. He wasn’t surprised when he realized that Plagg was the source as he happily indulged himself with a cheese danish. But when he recognized the unmistakable TS bakery logo on the bag set beside him, Adrien darted up to grab it.

There was a little pink sticky note stuck to the front and he noted with a chuckle that it hadn’t been signed, but this time it didn’t need to be. His eyes darted over the tiny message once, twice, and once again, his heart aflutter. All it said was that she’d made him some pastries and that she hoped to see him back at school and healthy on Monday (despite the fact that she would actually be seeing him again in a bit) but it was enough to make his morning. She’d actually gone through the trouble after all, for him…

He set the bag down and moved over to his dresser, pulling out his scarf. He held it gently, curling his fingers into the fabric. Quietly, he pulled it against his face.

She was wrong.

Ladybug may have been a symbol, but there was more to it. It did matter who was behind the mask; if anything, Ladybug wouldn’t- no, couldn’t be who she was supposed to be if it weren’t for Marinette. Beautiful, wonderful, clumsy, strong Marinette.

That, Adrien was sure of.

Ghosting his scarf over his mouth, his face grew warm as he remembered the feel of her lips pressing gently against his face. She was more amazing that she’d ever know.

~.~.~.~.~

Plagg sighed beneath him. “Ok Adrien, don’t you think this is getting a little out of hand? We’ve moved up to visiting twice a days now? You’re being creepy.”

Adrien scampered through the dark streets towards the bakery, attempting to sound casual. I’m not being creepy! Marinette seemed really tired and out of it today. I just want to make sure that she’s alright, that’s all. He was worried about her. She had been out of it all day, stifling yawns and unable to keep a frown from her face. She’d spent her time working tensely on the gloves before finally shoving them down, announcing her restlessness. Right after, she’d promptly transformed and left.

It had been early enough for him to actually leave and justify returning. At this time, it was a little early for Ladybug to be finished with her patrol, but since she had left earlier than normal he hoped that she would be back soon. And when she returned, he’d be there to greet her.

But as he rounded the corner onto the quiet street of the bakery, a flash of red slipped through the darkness and caught his eye. She sailed down so smoothly that he might have missed her if he hadn’t known where she was going. She landed on her balcony and vanished, having must have gone inside.

My Lady! He chirped excitedly, ignoring Plagg’s groaning. He skillfully scaled the wall, something he’d gotten quite good at within the past few days, and had reached her balcony within ten minutes just as her light blinked out but when he approached he realized that her window was still open. He frowned.

Curious and a little uneasy, he crept towards the window and peeked inside. Though it was dim, he easily made out the figure of Ladybug curled up on her bed. But more than that, he could see her shoulders shaking and hear the sound of sniffling filling the quiet.

Something was definitely wrong. He leapt down beside her without thinking, oblivious to Plagg who tried pulling him back by his tail, just as her transformation dissolved around her. Tikki burst from her earrings with a pop and her eyes were big and sad. She floated over to curl against Marinette’s cheek. As Adrien approached, his bell jingled around his neck alerting them to his presence.

The two turned to face him and his breath caught as her eyes glistened back at him, lashes damp with tears. With the palm of her hand she wiped them and forced out a breathless chuckle. “Hey kitty, what are you still doing here? Sorry, you haven’t caught me at my best moment.”

Princess…The watery smile she sent him tore his heart to pieces but she couldn’t hold it as several more tears slipped down her cheek. He meowed in concern, slowly approaching to settle beside her face, desperate to know what was wrong.

Tikki patted her affectionately. “It’s okay Marinette. I’m sure he’s okay…” Tikki said quietly. “Until we hear from him, we… we can’t assume anything. You can’t keep pushing yourself like you’ve been doing the last couple of days. You’re exhausted Marinette, you need to relax-”

Marinette shook her head, trembling. “I can’t. I just…” She took a shaky breath as Adrien suddenly understood. “I should’ve known something was wrong the first night he didn’t show up. Chat would never just leave, especially without telling me. And now he’s missing and it’s strange that the akuma has been keeping such a low profile. It can’t be a coincidence. What if he did do something reckless? What if he’s hurt somewhere? What if… and I’ve just been sitting here.” She buried her face in her hands. “I feel so helpless.”

Adrien’s blood had gone chilly, horror dropping like a stone in his stomach.

“No.” Tikki tried saying firmly. “You haven’t just been sitting here and you know it. Something would’ve happened by now if he’d been taken. I’m sure of it.” So she said, but Adrien could see her worried expression in the dark.

What have I done?

He’d been so caught up in his eagerness to spend time with Marinette that he had never even considered his lady’s feelings at all. He’d been so selfish and dumb.

He had never intended to hurt her like this, but never did he think that she’d react like she was either. If anything, he’d have thought that his absence might be a small relief for her since he always seemed to be on the brink of her nerves. But he thought of her smiling at him, at Chat Noir, and now he felt completely ashamed. Of course she would be worried about him. They were a duo, partners… and beyond his flirting and unrequited feelings, there always was their bond with each other regardless and he was an idiot for thinking that she wouldn’t care. He knew that if she ever vanished without a word he wouldn’t rest until he found her either.  

Uncertainly he scooted closer to her and gently nuzzled her face. She blinked up at him in surprise, a stray tear falling from her eyelashes but she lifted a hand to pet him and he purred loudly to try and comfort her.

Suddenly, she reached to cup him close to her and pulled him to her chest, curling against him. In her arms, he flushed; he could feel the beating of her heart. He tried looking up to see her face but stopped when she felt her grip tighten as she buried her face into his fur. Cool drops made it damp.

“That stupid cat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Where are you Chat?” She whispered against his head. Adrien could only close his eyes, meowing softly, and only curled closer to her.

He knew he couldn’t stay like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her arms, even when he finally felt her relax her grip around him and her breathing slowed. He’d leave in just a little, he told himself, he just wanted to be here a little longer. Just a little longer…

Tomorrow. I’ll tell her tomorrow for sure. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me Princess…were his last thoughts before nodding off, wrapped in his lady’s warm embrace.


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