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Ladynoir July Day 21: Trusting

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Adrien could have kicked himself for not putting two and two together sooner. He blamed it on the summer photoshoot schedule his dad and Nathalie had put together for him. His vacation from school had focused on two things: work and… well, being Chat Noir was work, too, a lot of the time. Any spare moment had been spent at the Cattery with Ladybug, or in related errands: picking up dinner for the two of them, finding a small dorm fridge so she could keep cold drinks, searching out a second-hand camp stove so she could cook a little.

The girl really was miraculous, he thought, remembering when she requested eggs and then managed to bake a delicious dessert for the two of them in her dutch oven, right there on an open flame. Adrien shook his head. Don’t get distracted. You’re angry, remember?

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Welcome to Kappa Kappa (originally Kappa Kappa Beta but that last part fell off), Lake Lilac University’s first and only co-ed fraternity!

I’m literal trash and also a community college student who still lives with their parents so I’LL TRY NOT TO MESS THIS UP:

Max-Everyone is sure he should have graduated by now, but he’s been in the dorm for so long and still has his major as “undeclared”. No one knows if he actually goes to LLU or not, he never attends class. He’s also somehow behind every out-of-control party or riot that happens on campus or in the dorm, or least DJing. Has been living in Kappa Kappa because it’s the cheapest but he hates everyone, especially the RAs. Nikki did his tattoo. 

Neil-STEM Major. Actually does his work and attends classes and was dead-set on not becoming a party kid, but is always the first one to get absolutely smashed at every party. Max’s roommate. 

Nikki-No one knows what her major is. Like Max, no one is entirely sure if she actually goes to LLU, but everyone seems to have a class with her. Often climbs in through peoples’ windows because she got “locked out again”, although no one actually knows which room is hers or if she actually lives in the dorm. Got kicked out of Gamma Lambda Sigma (AKA college Flower Scouts idk man) for being the wild child she is. Has been stopped by security/police multiple times because they all keep thinking she’s on drugs. Nah, it’s just Nikki. Good thing LLU has a rugby team (She’s really good but no one is sure if she actually plays for points or for the sake of beating people up).

Falling into Blue

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Word Count: 7025

Summary:

“Why do you even care?!”

Gon shrugged. “I’m just curious.”

And intrigued, he added silently. Killua was a mystery, one Gon was very interested in solving by the end of this short, one-hour flight.

Killua made a low tch-ing sound before turning away from Gon completely to look out the window again. The city had disappeared during the course of their conversation, giving way to rolling hills and ribbons of train tracks that snaked over grassy planes hundreds of feet below their blimp.

“I was just wondering how long it would take to fall to the ground from here,” Killua said and Gon’s eyebrows jumped up.

That…was not what he’d been expecting. At all.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KILLUA!!!!! You’re lucky I love you so much that I’d write an entire full length fic just to celebrate your birth <3 <3 <3 

Shoutout to the amazing softkillua for being the best beta ever, enjoy your weekend off Kaz! :D

This is…….a steampunk au? Kinda?  I’m not really sure what it is, to be honest.  I’ll let you make your own conclusions about this universe ^^ Please enjoy~


This was Gon’s first time on a passenger blimp, but he was pretty sure first-class members of society weren’t supposed to be on the third-class level.

“Excuse me,” he said, slowly approaching the finely dressed teen staring out the window. “But, uh. Are you lost?”

The teen snorted. He didn’t spare a glance at Gon when he answered, “No. Are you?”

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Desafio sobre tristeza/depressão. 4 dias

Olá, abençoados! Será dividido em 4 dias. Este desafio é um dos mais pessoais pra mim, pois eu tive um início muito forte de depressão, e Deus me tirou da depressão, então espero que eu possa ajudar com esse desafio. A depressão ou tristeza na maioria das vezes tem algum motivo, a primeira coisa a se fazer é contar sobre o seu problema ou o que gerou isso pra Deus, mas conversar mesmo, se abrir, pedir perdão independente de, e pedir que Ele venha te fortalecer e te ajudar, a conversa é sua com Deus. Diga tudo o que sente, desabafe e desabe nos braços de Deus, repreenda qualquer espírito maligno. Não importa quanto tempo você fique ali conversando, não se preocupe com isso, apenas converse com Deus. Se você não sabe o motivo, ore do mesmo jeito. Peça pra que Ele venha te ajudar, te erguer e te ajudar a sair disso. Tome um bom banho (não sei o porquê mas é como se lavasse a alma), olhe no espelho e diga a si mesmo que chegou o tempo da mudança. Passe o dia conversando com Deus, lendo a Bíblia e louvando. Entregue tudo ao Senhor, pois Ele é quem cuida de ti.

uns versículos: “Ainda que eu ande pelo vale da sombra da morte, não temerei mal algum, porque tu estás comigo; a tua vara e o teu cajado me consolam.” (Salmos 23:4)

“As aflições deste tempo presente não são para comparar com a glória que em nós há de ser revelada” (Romanos 8.18)

Os passos de um homem bom são confirmados pelo SENHOR, e deleita-se no seu caminho. Ainda que caia, não ficará prostrado, pois o SENHOR o sustém com a sua mão.“ Salmos 37:23-24

Porque a nossa leve e momentânea tribulação produz para nós um peso eterno de glória mui excelente; (2 Coríntios 4:17)

Uns louvores:
Bekah Costa - Você Estava Ali                                                                     Ministério Zoe - Quando a luz se apagar                                                         Eu Não Estou Só - Ton Molinari feat. Laura Souguellis                             Cláudia Canção - Eu Cuido De Ti

2 dia:  Sei que não é simples, nem fácil. Mas nada é impossível pra Deus. Tudo que falei ou ainda vou falar se resume em passar esse tempo mais próximo de Deus, rebeldia ou afastamento não é a solução. Qualquer momento que se sentir triste, fale com Ele. Ele irá te confortar. Arrume suas coisas, separe o que não quer mais, o que te traz péssimas lembranças jogue fora. Para todo começo algo tem que ir embora. Depois faça aquilo que você mais gosta, seja sair, ou assistir um filme ou série. Nesse tempo de lazer adicione cantar, orar e ler a Palavra. Se ocupe também com coisas produtivas, algo que queira aprender, algum curso, aprenda algo novo. E arrume um foco, um objetivo. Visite uma igreja nova, chame seus amigos ou familiares e faça um culto em casa. Sinta-se alegre, faça coisas que te deixem alegre, pois onde a felicidade está a tristeza não toma conta. Nas horas que se sentir sozinha, lembre-se que Deus está com você. Lembre-se de alguma benção, um livramento, um milagre ou um momento que sentiu a presença de Deus, e saiba que Ele está sempre contigo. Te fortalecendo e te ajudando. A luta vem, mas nós já temos a vitória em Cristo.

Versículos: O próprio Senhor irá à sua frente e estará com você; ele nunca o deixará, nunca o abandonará. Não tenha medo! Não desanime!” Deuteronômio 31:8

Bem-aventurados os que choram, pois serão consolados. Mateus 5:4

Por que você está assim tão triste, ó minha alma?                                              Por que está assim tão perturbada dentro de mim?                                            Ponha a sua esperança em Deus!                                                                      Pois ainda o louvarei;                                                                                           ele é o meu Salvador e o meu Deus. Salmos 42:11

Louvores: Jozyanne - Se Eu não conseguir falar                                         Discopraise - Ouvir o Teu Falar                                                                           Ministério Sarando a Terra Ferida - Deus do Secreto

3 dia:  Eu tenho um caderninho onde eu anoto frases motivacionais, e sempre que estou triste vou lá e dou uma lida. Meu ânimo aumenta e já fico feliz e motivada. Irei compartilhar algumas frases com você, mas você pode criar a sua ou procurar em outros lugares também.

“Dedique mais tempo ao que realmente te faz feliz”

“Nem todo dia é bom, mas tem algo bom todo dia”

“Foque nas coisas boas, hoje vai dar tudo certo.”

“As pessoas mais felizes não têm o melhor de tudo. Elas apenas fazem o melhor com tudo o que têm”

“Pra hoje, vista seu melhor sorriso, penteie as preocupações de lado, ajeite o brilho no olhar, perfume a alma de bom humor. Agarre a felicidade.. E vai! O dia é seu!”

“Sabe o que é ser forte? É ver tudo desabando ao seu redor, e ainda sim, olhar pro Céu e dizer "tudo dará certo”, é ter certeza de que tudo é permissão de Deus, e de que Ele, lá do Céu controla tudo e logo a tempestade passa, a dor se acaba e a luta é vencida"

Continue falando com Deus, louvando e lendo a Palavra, pois o maior conforto vem daí, e foque nas coisas boas, no lado bom e positivo. Anote frases que de deixam feliz, versículos, e os coloque em caderninhos, em folhas ao lado da cama pra que assim que acordar você leia e já comece o dia bem, ou então na parede. A criatividade é sua, coloque desenhos, fotos, o que você puder pra que quando olhar ou ler aquele pequeno detalhe já espalhar alegria.

Alguns versículos:
Deleite-se no Senhor, e ele atenderá aos desejos do seu coração. Salmos 37:4

Deus é a minha salvação;terei confiança e não temerei.O Senhor, sim, o Senhor é a minha força e o meu cântico;ele é a minha salvação!“ Com alegria vocês tirarão água das fontes da salvação. Isaías : 2,3

Feliz é o homem que persevera na provação, porque depois de aprovado receberá a coroa da vida, que Deus prometeu aos que o amam. Tiago 1:12

louvores: Maravilhosa Graça - CG Sede - Coral + Gustavo Xavier                     KEMUEL - QUANDO JESUS ESTENDEU A SUA MÃO                                   Ministério Zoe - Aquieta Minh'alma - Web Clip

4 dia:  hoje é o último dia do desafio, espero que tenha gostado e que de alguma forma eu tenha te ajudado. Tudo que acontece tem um propósito, é difícil vermos isso quando estamos passando pelo momento, mas lá na frente entenderemos. Sei que é muito clichê, mas Deus tem um lindo futuro pra você, não desista de viver, de sorrir e de ser feliz. Porque aflições e tribulações acontecem, mas Deus está conosco até nesses momentos. Em todos os momentos Ele está do nosso lado, mas nos momentos mais difíceis Ele nos carrega no colo. Ele morreu pra te dar a vida, uma vida de felicidade e até hoje Ele cuida de você, não importa o que aconteça Ele nunca vai desistir de ti, nem deixar de te amar. Nós podemos e ás vezes até deixamos Ele de lado, mas Ele nunca nos abandona. Então não desista, fale pra si mesmo "hoje é o meu dia, pois Deus está comigo.” Se sua mente voltar as coisas que passaram, respire fundo, veja onde você está, olhe em volta, e saiba que tudo o que passou, passou. Não adianta vivermos no passado, pois se não irá anular as bençãos que Deus tem preparado pra gente no futuro. Você é forte, pois Deus te fez forte. Eu e Deus acreditamos em você, acredite você também. Outra coisa ótima é ver testemunhos, de pessoas que passaram por dificuldades e venceram, isso nos dá mais esperança pra vida. Irei mostrar alguns, pra que sejam válidos na sua vida. Terminado tudo isso, liste coisas da qual quer fazer, seus sonhos antigos que morreram, reviva-os, tenha novos sonhos, novas metas, novos objetivos. Desde o simples ao que parece impossível, e saiba que Deus é o Deus do impossível, tudo pra Ele se faz possível. E por último e o mais importante, tenha sempre uma intimidade de amigo com Deus, daqueles de melhor amigo mesmo, de que qualquer coisinha já está lá conversando com Ele.

Testemunhos:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kYQ_H-tUW8&index=106&list=LLu-o7E3Mx8SphsAoMmB-X_Q           (Dunamis Storia // Felippe Borges)        

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOp8xASLRjI&index=197&list=LLu-o7E3Mx8SphsAoMmB-X_Q        (Esse video vai mudar sua vida!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdYWhseubTk    (Dunamis Storia // Zoe Lilly)

Louvores:Ton Carfi - Porque Eu Te Amei                                                   Heloisa Rosa - Há um Lugar                                                                    ELAINE MARTINS / SEI É BEM ASSIM - DVD, MUDA-ME

Versículos:
De todas as boas promessas do ­Senhor à nação de Israel, nenhuma delas falhou; todas se cumpriram. Josué 21:45

Deus não é homem para que minta,nem filho de homem para que se arrependa.Acaso ele fala e deixa de agir?Acaso promete e deixa de cumprir? Números 23:19

Mas graças a Deus, que nos dá a vitória por meio de nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo. 1 Coríntios 15:57

Muito obrigada pela sua participação, se você conhece alguém que está passando por isso, mande pra ela esse desafio, se isso te ajudou em alguma forma, compartilhe comigo, ou se você tem outras dicas de como ajudar a vencer a depressão, ficarei grata em saber. Que Papai do Céu continue te abençoando, e te espero nos desafios que virão. Fiquem na Paz de Cristo. ♥

anonymous asked:

AAAAAAHH THAT LADYBUG AU!! GAVE ME LIFE. Do you think you'll be able to write one where they find out about each others identities? If you're free ofc. If not it's fine but omggg that au gave me life. THANK YOU FOR WRITING.

AH THANK YOU!!! I was afraid no one liked the last miraculous x hunter drabble I wrote so this message made me really happy ^-^

I don’t think @emthimofnight figured out exactly how the boys discover each other’s identities so I can’t write that yet, unfortunately. I’m sure I will eventually though! I love this au too much to not write stuff for it haha

But! I can give you a short follow up to the ladykillu ‘Strawberry’ fic I wrote earlier! Hopefully this will make up for not being able to write the scene you wanted :) Thank you again for your message!!!

(Here’s the gorgeous Miraculous x Hunter fanart by the lovely emthimofnight that has all the info you need about this au)


“So,” Gon said casually, trying his best to sound relaxed despite the rapid thumping of his heart. “I heard you met Ladybug the other day.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Killua look at him sharply.

“Who told you that?” Killua asked after a beat.

“Um-” Gon’s mind flashed through the names of people he and Killua knew, “- Zushi, I think.”

“Hm.” Killua turned back to his homework, scribbling down another answer to a math problem that had Gon stumped. “He heard right, then.”

Gon waited for more, holding his breath, but Killua didn’t say anything else.

He pouted. “Ki-llu-aaaaa,” he whined and poked his best friend’s arm.

“What,” Killua snapped.

“You have to give me more details then that! You met Yorknew’s superhero and-”

“Yorknew has TWO superheros,” Killua interrupted loudly. “Ladybug’s only one of them. The more annoying one of them, actually.”

Gon winced. Ouch. Had Killua really disliked him that much? All he had been doing was trying to save Killua’s life!

“I’m guessing you didn’t get along well with Ladybug, then?” he said weakly.

Killua shrugged without looking up from his homework and said offhandedly, “He was alright. In his own way. He wouldn’t leave me alone, though.”

“Well, you were in danger! I wouldn’t have left you alone, either.”

That made Killua pause. Gon smiled slightly at the faint pink hue that grew on Killua’s normally pale cheeks. Killua got so embarrassed over the smallest things. 

“Th-that’s different,” Killua stuttered out. “You and me- we’re best friends. Ladybug doesn’t know me, he didn’t need to babysit me like that. I’m not some damsel in distress, Gon. I can take care of myself.”

Wrong, Gon thought as he cupped his chin in his right hand. Ladybug knew Killua better then Killua could ever begin to imagine. 

Ladybug was sitting right next to him at this very moment, after all. 

“You’re still weaker then Ladybug,” Gon pointed out. “And if he saved you, that’s the only thing that matters!”

Killua made a face. “You weren’t the one being carried bridal-style a hundred feet in the air, okay? You would’ve been annoyed with him, too. Oh.” He stopped talking, an unreadable emotion filtering into those bright blue eyes of his. “But you like Ladybug better, right? I can’t believe I almost forgot that.”

Gon pictured silky hair the color of moonbeams, rippling muscles covered in black leather, a curling tail and sharp eyes so blue they stole Gon’s breath away.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Gon said a second too late and Killua let out a huff.

“Well, whatever.” Killua circled another answer. “The only thing you need to know about Ladybug is that he wouldn’t leave me the hell alone. If I ever see him again, I’m gonna make him buy me a ton of chocolate to make up for the crap he pulled.”

Gon laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and making a mental note to avoid Killua as Ladybug at all costs.

He didn’t have enough money to pull off the kind of chocolate Killua would demand of Ladybug. Better to just keep his distance for now.

Ladynoir July Day 9: Petty Arguments

Chat Noir’s ears twitched at the sound of footsteps behind him. “Hey! What have you got there?” asked Ladybug as she plopped down next to him, legs dangling off of a beam of the Eiffel Tower.

“Mmmm. New bakery opened up. You won’t believe how good these are. Macaron?” Chat Noir held one out to her and Ladybug plucked it from his fingers with a scoff.

“No way it can be better than Tom & Sabine’s,” she asserted, tossing her pigtails and nibbling the edge of the macaron. Hmmm. It was pretty good, in her nearly-professional opinion. Her papa’s macarons would always be the best, though.

“I don’t know, Bug. Not kitten you, I’m seriously impressed with the place. They have all this space, and the pastries are laid out in really creative arrangements. Their line-up is double the variety I’ve seen anywhere else. Tom & Sabine’s is more like the friendly local place. La Maison is out to impress.”

Ladybug sniffed derisively. “Well, this macaron is pretty good, but if it’s the best they’ve got to offer…”

“Here, check it,” Chat Noir reached into the tall paper sack beside him and relieved it of a fresh baguette, “the bread is paws-itively spectacular.” Ladybug took the bite he broke off for her in one gloved hand, feeling piqued. Tom & Sabine’s was the best. She always brought him treats from there; it was kind of their thing. Could this new place really be any good? She chewed the piece of baguette and frowned. It was excellent, both in texture and taste.

“You don’t like it?” Chat Noir asked cautiously, seeing the glum expression on her face.

“No, no, you’re right. It’s really good.” Ladybug set down the uneaten half-bite she had left on the beam. She wiggled it against the steel, watching crumbs break off and blow away in the breeze. “I still think Tom & Sabine have this baguette beat.”

“Maybe you’re right. But you should try this, too.” He reached into the sack for a new item. Ladybug felt heat rise behind her eyes.

“God, Chat, did you buy the whole store?” Chat Noir’s hand stilled at Ladybug’s outburst.

“No, I just grabbed what I liked. Do you want something else or not?”

“No! I don’t want to try anything else from your new favorite bakery. If it’s not as good as Tom & Sabine’s, then I don’t want to waste my time.”

“I didn’t say it was my new favorite bakery. I said I was impressed, that’s all. Since when are you so dedicated to one little local bakehouse, anyway? We eat stuff from other places all the time.”

“Well, I’m not hungry anymore,” Ladybug crossed her arms defiantly. “You can take that bag of pastries and-”

“Whoa! Ladybug! Dial it back a little.” Chat Noir glared at her, his glowing green eyes narrowing with irritation. Crush or no crush, he wasn’t going to let her lash out at him over a sack of baked goods.

“I was going to say ‘pitch it off the Tower for all I care’, before I was interrupted,” Ladybug rejoined. Two pink spots grew on her cheeks below her mask. She pulled her knees up to her chest, gathering her feet against the backs of her thighs. “Maybe we should get out on patrol.”

“Not before I’m done with my food. I didn’t get any dinner,” Chat Noir snapped. Ladybug leaned away from him, fixing him with an irritated look of her own.

“No need to get rude.”

“I could say the same to you.”

“It’s the sub-par pastries that are doing this to you.”

“No, you’re the one doing this to me. Let me eat my awesome pastries in peace.”

“If you’d gotten them from Tom & Sabine’s like we always do, maybe I could.”

“Well, maybe I was tired of the same old thing. Maybe I didn’t want to run into that girl we know, Marinette, because she talks a lot and I had to get out here to meet you because yesterday you told me off for being late. Or maybe La Maison just has the best bread in town. Or maybe-” Chat Noir broke off and squinted at his partner, who had hunched over her legs and turned her face away from him. “Are you crying?”

Ladybug brushed at her mask and tried to suck in a breath that didn’t shake. “No, of course not.” She didn’t feel ready to turn back to him yet, instead making her face into an angry mask and trusting that the angle would hide her fake expression. She should have known better. She saw Chat Noir deflate out of the corner of her eye.

“You are crying. Crap. I’m sorry, Bug.”

garazeb orrelios? a captain in the lasat army and a survivor of the genocide of his lasat people, someone who has every right to hate k*llus’ guts?

no, the comic relief who is only relevant when with the person who committed genocide on his entire race

anonymous asked:

Are you taking prompts at the moment? ^-^ bc I saw the prompts you reblogged and thought “You’re not pulling another all-nighter, not if I can do anything about it.” sounded cute, and I also saw you say you like thinking about Killua & Gon sleeping next to each other, and thought it might fit? only if you want to of course! and while I'm here, THANK YOU for sharing your writing, it's so so much fun to read and to follow you because I know my day will be saved whenever you post something new <3

I’m actually trying to hold off on doing requests at the moment bc I have three other projects I’m currently working on hahaaaaaaa ^^; But this was so cute and your message was so incredibly sweet, I just had to write it!!!

This takes place after two-ish years after the killugon separation, so they’re sixteen here! Alluka and Killua are visiting Whale Island (and Gon, of course) for a bit before going off to travel the world again!

I hope you like this! Thank you so much again for your kind comments~


BANG!

Killua jolted at the ear-blasting sound and dropped his DS, heart leaping up into his throat. 

“Killua,” came the familiar, stubborn tone from the open doorway. 

Gon, Killua’s mind sang out silently. 

He immediately stomped that inner voice down. He had thought being separated for nearly two years would’ve gotten rid of the way his insides twisted at the sight of his best friend.

Apparently, he was wrong.

“What, Gon?” Killua snapped as he snatched his DS of the soft sheets. “I said goodnight to you nearly half an hour ago. Who do you think you are, barging into my room like this?”

“Technically, it’s my room since it’s my house.”

“Technically-” Killua shot back, irritated, “- I’m the guest, so its my room. Not yours. Seriously, what do you want? Normally you’re asleep by now.”

Gon shut the door behind him before padding over to the bed. Killua could hear him approaching with the quiet tap-tap of his bare feet against the wooden floor. By the time Gon arrived at his bedside, Killua had pushed himself upwards into a sitting position.

They just looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything. Killua swept his eyes over Gon’s mess of hair, the crumpled green t-shirt and caramel eyes that seemed to glow even in the dark of night. 

He didn’t see anything wrong with Gon. But that didn’t mean anything. Killua had learned that the hard way.

“…Gon?” Killua asked lowly. “What’s-”

“Move over,” Gon said.

Killua blinked. “Um.”

But Gon was already pulling back the sheets and moving to sit down on the mattress. Killua scrambled away until his left arm hit the wall, gaping as Gon shimmied down under the covers.

There was a beat of silence. Then-

“Aren’t you gonna sleep, Killua?” Gon asked and Killua’s mind reeled.

What the hell was going on here?!

“Gon,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Mm?”

“What are you- no, why are you in my bed?!”

Gon peeked up at him. “Sleeping. You still do that, right?”

“Of course I do, stupid!” Killua spat. “Why do you have to do it in my bed, though?! You have a perfectly good bedroom of your own, you know!”

Gon frowned. “I’m doing this for you, Killua.”

…what.

“I’m not gonna let you pull another all-nighter,” Gon explained patiently, like Killua was some temper tantrum throwing two year old. “Not if I can do anything about it.”

“W-Who said I pulled an all-nighter?!” Killua stammered.

“No one. I could just tell. You kept staring off into the distance and spacing out all day. And you never do that.”

Killua’s mouth snapped shut. He could feel Gon’s heavy gaze on his face, even in the dimness of the room. It made his skin hot and itchy.

Killua looked away, ignoring the heat on his cheeks. “So what if I did?”

“Ki-llu-aaaaa,” Gon whined and Killua clenched his jaw hard enough to ache. “Why aren’t you sleeping? Is the room too hot? I’ll tell Aunt Mito if that’s the case and we can open up the windows an hour before we go to bed.”

“No! No, that’s not…” Killua didn’t know what to say. The truth was too embarrassing, there was no way he could tell Gon.

A feather-light touch brushed against his wrist.

“Killua,” Gon said quietly as Killua sucked in a breath. “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll fix it.”

He shook his head. “It’s stupid.”

“No.” The calloused hand tightened around his pale fingers. “Its not. If its bothering you, its not stupid. I promise I won’t laugh. Please, just…tell me. I want you to be comfortable here.”

Gon didn’t say ‘with me’. But the implication was heavy and palpable as it hung in the air between them.

Killua squeezed his eyes shut, inwardly cursing. There was no way he could hold back after that.

“I, um. Its just, that- the thing is, ever since Heavens Arena…”

“Yeah?”

Killua swallowed. His hands were starting to sweat. He really hoped Gon wouldn’t notice. 

He inhaled deeply before starting again. “Ever since Heavens Arena, after you and me started sleeping in the same, uh, bed. I have a hard time…sleeping on my own. I normally sleep with Alluka when we’re in hotels.”

Gon didn’t say anything for a moment. He didn’t let go of Killua’s hand either, though. Killua wasn’t sure what to make of that, but apparently the rapid pounding of his heart could.

The stupid thing hadn’t calmed down since he’d ran into Gon’s open arms three days ago.

“Is that all?” Gon asked, voice cutting through the air, and Killua blinked.

“Um. Yes?”

“Oh,” Gon said. He didn’t sound angry, or upset, or even annoyed. If anything, the little sigh in his tone was relieved. “That’s great! I was scared it was something really bad.”

“I.” Killua was so confused. What was going on. Why was everything always so damn weird whenever Gon was around?! “I don’t get it.”

Gon beamed at him, those tan, freckled cheeks dimpling like they always did whenever Gon got ridiculously happy, and the air in Killua’s lungs disappeared. 

“I’ll stay with you,” Gon said simply. “Every night until you have to go again- we can share a bed, just like we used to when we traveled together! That should fix the problem, right?”

Killua let out a squawk as Gon suddenly yanked him down onto the pillow. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the DS clatter to the floor. 

But that didn’t matter. Because all he could see right now was the tiny flecks of gold in Gon’s eyes.

“G’night, Killua,” his best friend whispered and his breath ghosted over Killua’s cheeks.

Killua bit the inside of his cheek. He could still feel his blood racing through his veins. He’d just have to deal with it. There was no way Gon was leaving now.

“Night, Gon,” he murmured back. The last thing he saw before he shut his eyes was Gon’s tiny but completely genuine smile, like he wouldn’t be anywhere else but here, at Killua’s side.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Killua realized they’d fallen asleep holding hands.

Ladynoir July Day 13: (Spider-Man) Kiss

“Darn it, Chat, get out of there!” Ladybug grumped at her partner in the small residential street she stood in, frowning up at him. Chat Noir was suspended ten feet off the ground at a near-horizontal angle, stuck in a broad, looping net of yo-yo line stretched between a tree and a streetlight. She tugged at it, but that only served to pull the tangled mess tighter, further entrapping her partner.

“LB… I can’t - my baton is stuck, and my arm-” Chat Noir struggled and twisted, but he had managed to get one arm threaded through the snarl and couldn’t pull it free. Ladybug squinted up at him. The streetlight silhouetted his awkward figure against the mixed-up lines and she could barely see him in the deep, late-night shadows of the city street. They were supposed to be practicing with their weapons, but somehow it had all gone horribly wrong. Her tangled net of yo-yo line canted to one side, like a poorly fashioned hammock. It shook comically as Chat Noir rustled within, kicking his feet and pulling this way and that.

“This is ridiculous,” she sighed, taking hold of one edge of the knotted confusion. She pulled herself up and climbed forward, fingers gripping tightly as she came alongside to where Chat Noir lay trapped on his back at the center of the jam. His ears lay flat against his head, his expression thoroughly annoyed as he watched her. “You absolutely look just like a cat right now,” she giggled. If anything, the ears went flatter. For once, Chat Noir didn’t say a word. Ladybug felt her smile go wider in the dark; she couldn’t help it. This was all his own fault, after all. “Next time-”

“What, zig instead of zag? Look before I leap? I got it, Ladybug.” Chat Noir’s aggrieved tone surprised her.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal. I bet I can get you loose.” She yanked on his left bicep just above the crease of his elbow, but his arm didn’t budge. She released the smooth fabric, perplexed.

“Claws are caught in your unbreakable line,” he informed her. “Can’t get any leverage because the baton’s pinned. Made it worse kicking my feet.” He nodded to indicate his steel-toed boots, which had tunneled into the mess and were now trapped at the ankles. “I hate to say it, but I might have to de-transform to get out of this one.”

“You’re like a fly at the center of a web!” Ladybug tried her best to suppress her giggles. Chat wasn’t in the mood. She could see the confinement hurt his pride a little; usually his claws and Cataclysm would be enough to get him out of any situation.

“Just so long as you’re not a black widow,” he quipped, his grin resurfacing for a moment.

Ladybug pointed at his feet. “Maybe I should start there.” She rose to her knees, intent on crawling down the web, but the unsteady surface betrayed her. She fell forward, across Chat Noir’s chest with an oof, setting the entire mesh into a lazy rocking motion.

“Sorry!” Ladybug struggled to right herself, pushing her hands against his firm chest. She glanced up into Chat Noir’s green-yellow eyes and her motion stilled. She hadn’t been up close to her partner like this, outside of battle, in a while. His cat’s eyes were positively glowing as he looked at her. The streetlight chose that moment to fizzle out with an audible pop, leaving them in the near dark together.

“Do you need a hand up? I’ve only got the one,” he asked, his voice dropping to a low rumble she could feel through her gloved palms. Ladybug was suddenly aware of her torso pressed up against his side, her leg accidentally draped over his. Her eyes darted to the lower half of his face as he licked his lips. Soft-looking lips that were mere inches away.

“I um, I…” Ladybug’s brain went a little fuzzy as her pulse sped up. “Chaton…?”

“Yes, Milady?” Ladybug gave a tiny shiver as Chat Noir’s breath ghosted past her cheek.

“If I asked, would…would you kiss me?” His luminescent eyes narrowed and she let go of the breath she’d been holding. “Sorry, that was stupid-” she struggled to rise, but he placed his free hand on her shoulder.

“Are you asking?”

“What?”

“Are you asking me to kiss you?”

Ladybug looked for the humor she knew had to be there, but Chat Noir wasn’t smiling. In fact he almost seemed angry, his angular jaw set tightly, his claw clutching her shoulder a little too hard. But he’d asked.

“…Yes?”

“Okay, then.” He licked his lips again and she tilted her face up to his, uncertain. Their lips met in a soft brush that left electric prickles on her skin. He seemed to draw back for a moment, but Ladybug pressed closer with a sigh and took his lower lip between her own. She felt his whole body soften as he leaned into the kiss.

With a sudden intake of breath, Chat Noir stretched his free arm across her back and pulled her in close. His claws came gently up to her neck where the skin was bare, and she shivered with the sensation as he lightly traced her ear and jaw. She kissed him full on the mouth, reaching up with her right hand to push her fingers into his soft hair and curving her left arm tightly around his waist. He rumbled deep in his throat, a low groan that was almost a purr. She felt his tongue press against her lips, tentative. She pressed back with her own, feeling her face heat and her breathing speed up.

They came apart for a moment, both panting and needing air.

“I think maybe… should we stop?” she whispered.

“Why? I mean did you not - it’s okay if not-”

“No! I did, I did. Um, I just - you’re still stuck.”

“Oh. Right.” The crease in his brow smoothed and a grin that rivaled his eyes for light emerged. Ladybug felt a blush creep up her face at the sight and ducked her head, embarrassed. She could feel the thump of Chat Noir’s heartbeat as she laid her head on his chest.

“I did like it,” she reiterated quietly.

Author’s Note: Ahhhh!  My first ever kissyface writing! Mille grazie to @alya-bug for proofreading and offering super helpful comments to iron out the awkwardness.

Ladynoir July Day 18: Midnight Hour

This is Runaway: Part 4

Here’s Runaway: Part 1
Here’s Runaway: Part 2
Here’s Runaway: Part 3

“Come in, Chaton,” Ladybug said when she heard his knock against her open window. She checked her phone. It was 12:19 a.m. “Pretty late to be out and about. I was just about to turn in.” She looked up to see Chat staring at her, lips parted slightly as he sat halfway inside the windowsill.

“What,” he took a moment to clear his throat, “uhm, what happened to your costume?” Ladybug looked down at the simple nightgown she wore. The light fabric, in her traditional red-and-spots, fell to her knees. She fingered one of the shoulder straps self-consciously.

“Tikki invented it. I’ve been really worried about getting caught up here; that’s why I only have the lamp on,” she gestured carelessly toward the small light next to her bed, hoping to distract Chat Noir from her bare arms and calves. “So this way I can still be Ladybug, but in something more cool for the summer. It gets kind of warm at night, you know?” Chat Noir forced his eyes back up to her face. “So, um, what brings you here?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he confessed. “There’s been a lot going on in my civilian life. I know we can’t really talk about it, but I was hoping you wouldn’t mind some company.”

“No, of cooaa-” she drew the back of one hand up to her mouth as she yawned, “course not.”

“It’s okay, I’ll go. You’re tired.”

“No, please! I haven’t talked to anyone all day. I kept checking my phone for an akuma, just to get out of here, but nothing happened in Paris today.” Ladybug blushed. She sounded pathetic, she knew it. She should go out with a hat or a scarf on or something, but she wasn’t ready yet. “I am tired, though. Do you mind if I settle in?”

Chat shook his head. Ladybug was surprised when he followed her to the bed, but he simply sat cross-legged next to the wooden box she’d set up as a nightstand, his curved claws in his lap. She pulled back the old quilt she’d packed from home and laid on her side to face him, scrunching down between the sheets with her arm outside the covers. “Whaa…” another yawn overtook her, “What do you want to talk about?” Ladybug blinked sleepy eyes up at her partner, who wore a gentle smile as he gazed down at her. “What?”

“You’re very purr-ty, Milady,” he complimented. She rolled her eyes and stifled a mutinous giggle.

“I haven’t washed my hair in two days.”

“You’re right, that’s pretty gross.”

“Two days isn’t that gross!” His smile grew broader and she stuck her tongue out at him. It felt natural, like he was more friend than partner. He was her friend, she suddenly realized. Her only friend now. On impulse, she reached out with her hand and took one of his. “Chaton, thank you.”

His brow creased under his mask. “For what?”

“You know, for all this. For everything. You’ve been the best friend anyone could ask for.” Ladybug was taken aback when he yawned in the middle of her sentence.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I guess I’m more tired than I realized, now that I’m sitting still.”

“That’s alright,” she reassured him. “Um, if you want, you could lie down for a while, too,” she suggested. Ugh, she must sound desperate, but she really didn’t want him to leave so soon. “It’s your bed, after all.”

“You sure? The cat suit’s probably not the most comfortable thing to sleep next to, or in, for that matter.”

“Oh! I didn’t think about that.” Ladybug’s face burned under her mask. In the moment, she had somehow forgotten that there was a person under the mask, a person with pajamas and a toothbrush and a pillow he was probably missing.

“Tell you what, I’ll turn out the light and let’s see how dark it is.” Ladybug nodded assent and he reached out to twist the switch on the lamp, plunging them into the warm summer night. She blinked, unable to see even a speck of light in the room. She startled when she felt the weight of Chat’s foot on the mattress. He stepped over her and pulled back the quilt, slipping in behind her.

Chat Noir scooted close, wrapping an arm around her middle. He could feel Ladybug tense up in the dark. “Is this okay?” he whispered.

“S-sure,” she nodded. Her outer arm tightened over his above the quilt.

“Can you see me?”

“I can’t see anything,” Ladybug replied honestly.

“Alright, then. Plagg, claws off,” he whispered. Ladybug squeezed her eyes shut extra tight when the magic light of Chat Noir’s transformation threatened to seep through the cracks. He hugged her close, his sharp chin digging into her shoulder. A strand of his hair tickled her ear as she felt him relax against her. With an effort, she relaxed too, pressing her shoulders into his lean torso.

Adrien felt the thin fabric of Ladybug’s nightgown under his hand. He resisted the urge to stroke the soft surface; he could feel her ribcage underneath as she inhaled short, shallow draws of air.

Ladybug blinked her eyes open and shut in the inky black. Now her partner was just… a man. A boy? He could be anyone. “Chaton?” she whispered. He burrowed against her shoulder, listening. “I never asked. How old are you?”

“Sixteen, same as you.”

“Oh.” His voice, so close to her ear, gave her goosebumps. She tried not to let it show. She could find out who he was; all it would take was one of them flicking on the lamp next to her mattress. She rolled over to face him, even though she knew she couldn’t see him. Now that his mask was gone, he wouldn’t see her either. She still felt his regard in the dark, his limbs wrapped loosely around her ribs. She reached up shyly and plucked at the soft fabric of his shirt. “I knew you were in school, but I didn’t realize we’re in the same year.”

“Yeah. Maybe we can study together in the fall to keep you up to date,” he suggested.

“That’s a good idea. I could test out when I’m older if I keep up.” She smoothed his shirt back against his chest. Adrien’s hand twitched with the desire to reach up and hold hers, but he forced himself to stay still.

“Ladybug, I-” he started, but shook his head against the pillow.

“What, Chat?”

“Are you okay?” he asked instead, the sweet smell of his breath wafting to her nose. She knew that wasn’t what he’d been about to say, but she let it go. She brought her hand higher, trailing fingers over his familiar jaw, reaching up past his lips with her thumb to touch the nose and brow she’d never seen. She pushed his tumble of blond hair back from his face and stretched up, up until her lips met his forehead. Adrien’s skin came alive at the contact and he slowly expelled a shaky breath.

“Goodnight, Chaton,” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Ladybug.” I love you, he thought, pulling her closer as she tucked her head down against his chest.

Ladybug woke to the distant sound of a single bird outside her window. Light bled through her closed eyelids, which she wrenched tightly shut as her memory of the previous night reemerged. She slowly opened one eye just enough to peer through a film of eyelashes, intentionally keeping her vision fuzzy and unfocused as she reached her hand forward on the pillow to touch Chat Noir. She only pressed down on cool fabric. He was already gone.

Runaway: Part 5 follows

Aujourd'hui c'était l'anniversaire d'Olivier alors on est allé chez lui et il est totalement anar et là je suis rentrée et j'ai mangé équilibré pour la première fois en trois semaines et mon corps me fait payer ça en me donnant la chiasse remerciez-moi pour les détails et sinon j'ai passé ma soirée en compagnie d'un mec ha-llu-ci-nant, tout le monde fumait mais pas moi et j'ai eu les félicitations du conseil de classe et même si ça veut rien dire au final je suis quand même contente de moi.

Ladynoir July Day 20: Stay (a little longer)

This is Runaway: Part 3

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Chat Noir roamed aimlessly through the small upstairs room of the warehouse, looking at the sparse collection of items Ladybug had set down on the windowsill and against the walls. Since she’d said she wasn’t planning to move in until her parents left, he didn’t feel as though he was truly invading her space. A lot of the stuff in the room was still his, in fact. She was going to keep the mattress, table, and chairs. He looked up at the addition of a shade over the single bare bulb at the center of the room and smiled. She’d chosen a white lacy pendant that cast an ornamental shadow on the ceiling. Various pillows, a bean bag chair, and a portable folding  drawing desk filled out the space and made it seem more livable.

A thump caused him to whirl suddenly, hand coming to rest on the baton at his back. Ladybug stood at the large, open window, hunched over with the sun’s evening rays spilling in behind her. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she ran wordlessly to him. Chat Noir opened his arms wide, surprised. She collapsed against him and sob after sob tore free from her heaving chest. Only then did Chat notice the duffel bag she’d dropped by the window. He clutched her tightly to him, his heart aching for her.

“Ladybug! I thought you weren’t leaving for months yet! Did your parents…” he looked down at the girl in his arms, concerned. She gulped back her sobs, shook her head and turned red-rimmed eyes up to look at him. Poor kid, she was an ugly crier.

“N-no, they’re still in Paris. I realized last night that if I leave right before they do, they’ll call it all off to search for me. It w-would ruin their lives, Chat! Their business is everything they’ve ever worked toward. We’ve already shipped most of our stuff overseas. So I just packed a bag and left. I told them all about it in my note. They have a couple of months to get used to it and… and when they don’t find me, they’ll move on.”

“Ladybug…” he wanted to say more, but it wasn’t the right time. They hadn’t figured out food…or how she would continue school in the fall…or any of the little details. He’d thought there would be months to make the plans. He sighed and gathered her slight form against him. She trembled in his arms, her face pressed down into his chest. He tucked her hair under his chin and waited as she slowly calmed. The moment she tensed up, he released her. He immediately missed the warm sensation of her body pressed against his. Ladybug took a deep breath and released it in a gusty sigh.

“So this is it. I’m gone. I can’t go back.” She glanced out the window at the darkening sky, then tilted her head, puzzled. “What are you doing here anyway?”

Embarrassed, Chat Noir rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Um, I guess you could say I was saying goodbye? To the Cattery? Maybe you should officially rename it or something.”

A small smile snuck its way onto her lips. “I’ve never looked up the term for a ladybug’s home. Now I probably can’t.”

“Oh, there’s wifi. It’s someone else’s, but you can find it out here.” Ladybug didn’t seem interested. She went back to the window and picked up her bag. She set it on the table and unzipped it.

“Have you eaten?” A tupperware of baked goods emerged from the folds of the bag.

“Are those croissants? From home?”

“Ye- uh, no, I picked them up at the Tom & Sabine bakery on my way over. Here.” She pulled open the lid and handed him one, then sat and took one for herself. “Sorry I got so upset. I’m probably just hungry.”

“Yeah, probably.” Chat Noir leaned against the table, crossing his ankles.

“Ugh, what am I going to do, Chat? All I have is what’s in this room, fifty euros, and croissants and water.”

“Stop thinking about it. We’ll figure things out tomorrow.” He projected as much reassurance as he could into his tone. Ladybug relaxed slightly, drawing her elbows up onto the table as they munched.

“You’re right. I’ll make this work. Tomorrow.” Her voice softened as she looked up into his face. “Chaton?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have to go, or can you stay for a while? I’m… I feel really lonely right now. I…oh, what have I done?” His heart broke at her stricken tone.

“I can stay as long as you like.”

Runaway: Part 4 follows