For the drabbles: 29, ladrien! (bonus points if Ladybug was the one presumed dead)
“I thought you were dead.”
Ladybug blinked, face half smooshed into Adrien’s trembling shoulder, his cologne in her nose and his shaking breath on her ear. “…Adrien?”
“Don’t do that,” her crush begged, halfway to broken, and Ladybug blinked harder.
“O-okay?” she whispered uncertainly, hands coming up to cup his shoulders.
One long, shuddering inhale and he drew back, looking raw and open and a little bit wrecked, and then he actually looked at her, and he froze.
“Uh,” he said, cheeks pinkening rapidly. He removed his hands from her shoulders like she’d burned him. “Y-you know, because Chat would be pretty heartbroken, ahahaha…” He cleared his throat and looked away, ears red.
Ladybug glanced at his hands. eye caught by the thick silver band he wore on the same finger as Chat wore his Miraculous, and, almost against her will, remembered that Chat had used Cataclysm early on in this battle.
It couldn’t be… right?
She shook off the faint tremors of intuition and smiled at the boy in front of her, almost wanting to swoon as soon as she got a good look at him in return.
Adrien blushing? Her heart may never recover.
“I’ll be careful,” she promised. Then, unable to help herself, she winked. “For Chat, of course.”
Adrien blushed darker, his bashful little smile tripping up her heart, and Ladybug swore then and there to try to earn that smile as often as humanely possible.
Years before, you wouldn’t have picked my brother, Yancy, and I for heroes. No chance. We were never star athletes, never at the head of the class, but we could hold our own in a fight. And it turned out, we had a unique skill; we were drift compatible.
Wait guys if Merle's romantic interests include female dwarfs and male gnomes and technically genderless plants then he's "not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity" he reALLY IS PANSEXUAL ITS NOT JUST A PUN
Hey folks, I hope you’re doing well! Today 30th April is my bday and I wanted to share some important thoughts with you all. Things I want you to know. Feel free to skip this tho, I’m just being grateful and deeply sincere here <3
“Where’s your guest?” Rhysand asked, lifting my goblet and sniffing it before setting it down again. “I sent them off when I sensed your arrival,” Tamlin lied coolly. Rhysand now faced the High Lord, and his perfect face was void of emotion before his brows rose. A flicker of excitement—perhaps even disbelief—flashed across his features, but he whipped his head to Lucien. Magic seared my nostrils, and I stared at Rhysand in undiluted terror as his face contorted with rage. “You dare glamour me?” he growled, his violet eyes burning as they bore into my own.