things you said at 1 am (from a list i haven’t reblogged yet oops)
ladynoir for the soul /o/
“…Do you ever wonder who you’ll be when you grow up?”
Chat considered the question, twirling around the spire as a distant church rang out the first hour past midnight. “Sometimes.”
Ladybug looked up, eyes full of moonlight, and hesitated again. “…Does it ever scare you?”
“What, the future?” Chat hopped down to her level, gravel crunching under his heels and fireplace smoke in his nose. “…A little bit.”
She lowered her eyes from the sky to where the carpet of golden city lights met the horizon, a knit in her covered brow. “Not… the future, but…”
Dropping into a crouch next to her, Chat rested his chin on his palm and waited for her to gather her thoughts. Conversations like this weren’t unusual between them, and he knew the rhythm of them by now.
Ladybug breathed deep, breath clouding in the chill night air, and said, “I mean, do you ever get scared that… maybe you’ll never be who you wanted to be? That maybe you’ll just…” She shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t know, fail?”
Something squeezed tight in Chat’s chest, fueled half by the wistfulness in her voice and half by his own anxieties.
So I had this request to have chat, nathaniel and marinette all trapped in an enclosed space, for a long time and finally had a brilliant idea for it (with the help of @squirrellygirlart ) Hope you all enjoy it :) Thanks for the request anon!!
Marinette’s class was helping out at Chloe’s hotel for the day. It was something their class had done once a year every year for as long as Marinette could remember. It was supposed to teach them something about responsibility and the job market and of course Marinette always ended up with the worst jobs on account of Chloe’s hatred for her and today was no different. Marinette was stuck with Gofer duty while Adrien was put at the front desk along with Chloe. Marinette was more than just a little disappointed by it. It happened every year of course but Marinette was beginning to feel that her crush on Adrien was more than a little hopeless. Needless to say Marinette was feeling more than a little discouraged that day. Of course the rage filled akuma that was tearing through the hotel didn’t do much to help improve Marinette’s mood. Marinette ran down the hallway akuma following close behind fiery hair sticking on end as she screamed in fury. A small fiery blast landed near Marinette’s foot. She yelped as she pushed herself to run faster.
“Marinette!” Marinette was quickly grabbed around the waist and yanked into another hallway as a fiery blast dissolved where she had previously been standing. Marinette looked up to see glowing green eyes staring back at her. She rested her hands on his shoulders their chests brushing against one another as they both tried to catch their breath.
“Chat Noir,” Marinette greeted breathlessly. Chat smirked at her.
“Afternoon Princess, are you alright?” Chat asked, eyes giving her a once over. Marinette nodded.
“I think so,” Marinette assured.
“Good, come on, we need to get you to safety,” Chat Noir released her waist instead taking her hand in his and pulling her along behind him. Marinette let him lead her deciding to transform once he left her to take care of the akuma. Chat rounded a corner only for them to find themselves face to face with the fiery beast. Marinette and Chat Noir skidded to a stop. Chat and Marinette both squeaked as the akuma smiled wickedly down at them fire brewing in her open hand.
“Make a run for it?” Marinette asked cautiously. Chat Noir’s head made a jerky nod. The akuma reeled her arm back fiery blast aimed their way.
“Time to go!” Chat shouted turning on his heel and tore down the hall, Marinette still in hand. Chat led them towards an open elevator at the end of the hall. The doors slowly began to close. Chat released Marinette’s hand diving inside the doorway and keeping the doors open for Marinette. Marinette skidded to a stop just before the elevators glancing back as she heard a door open. Nathaniel stepped into the hallway looking down at his sketch book oblivious to the raging akuma headed straight towards them.
They always thought they’d be alone forever. There had been stories of people whose soulmate mark didn’t appear by their thirteenth birthday, but for their first thirteen years Marinette and Adrien thought it was only a story. When their birthdays came and passed, they knew.
Sometimes Adrien felt like that’s why his mother left, because he was defective. He thought maybe that’s why his father became cold. He felt truly lucky to at least have Nathalie, who was the closest thing to a parental figure in his life. Maybe the lack of a mark was why his father forbid him from attending school, to protect him from the ridicule and hate. It took years to convince his father to let him attend school. Whenever magazines asked about his mark, he lied and said it was a secret. Nobody speculated that he didn’t have one for two reasons; one, a lot of famous people refused to reveal their marks, and two, it was practically unheard of to not have one. The last case of an unmarked person was decades ago in the United States; there was no documentation of an unmarked in Paris in all of history.
Marinette’s family was much more understanding. They gave her options and kept their promise of unconditional love. Instead of being forced to hide, Marinette chose to be open. She did not advertise her lack of a mark, but whenever someone asked she told the truth. Some were disgusted, others confused. The bakery even lost some customers but her parents never blamed her for that. She wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt her but she was determined to make the most of it. Years of consoling words from her parents prepared her for a lonely life.
Then a misunderstood blond gave her an umbrella and everything changed. For the first time ever she felt a romantic attraction, a craving for love.
Julian the Janitor:
The Squad Mum™, messages "i'm here if you need me!!!" at least two times a day, sends pictures and links that he thinks the others might like
online ALL the time, people wonder if they ever do anything else apart from check their phone, is always up for a chat/advice session
the ANGRY one, usually on at like 3am, forgets the rest of the chat can't speak French and goes on long rants but never translates them because it would rile her up again
usually uses the chat to help him talk to his latest beau, "does it sound too desperate if i text him first?", also the one to organise group events when he's not having an Existential Crisis at 5am
Clueless™, "what day is it again????", always asking for help
the foil to Leticia's angered rants, calms her down, but is often also the cause of them, The Meme Supplier™
the Lurker, only messages once in a blue moon, but you know he's read everything
So I think I might just do these little unconnected pieces of the love square in this AU. Up next I’m thinking Ladrien.
Got anything you want to see in upcoming Reverse Crush Drabbles?- send me an ask :)
There was another akuma caused by Chloe of course! Marinette was searching for a place to hide so that she could transform with minimal luck. People were running around the school like chickens with their head cut off. People were scrambling for fear of getting hit with one of the girl’s arrows. The akuma was like dark cupid only instead of spreading hate the akuma’s powers caused you to fall in love with the first person you laid eyes on. It was utter chaos. Some of those hit were running after those who hadn’t or were smitten with another. All around those affected and unaffected were scrambling around in a giant mess and Marinette unfortunately couldn’t seem to find a place to transform. Marinette rounded the corner only to run directly into someone. Marinette nearly fell backward from the impact but an arm snaked around her catching her in time. When Marinette looked up she saw Chat Noir’s green eyes staring back at her. Her cheeks couldn’t have turned a darker shade of red.
“Ch-chat Noir!” She stuttered. Her heart rammed against her chest. His ears twitched and Marinette worried he could hear it.
“Princess are you alright?” Chat could feel his cheeks grow warm but he was determined to keep his cool.
“Uh yeah. Akuma, I mean the akuma it just um it’s-“ Marinette had trouble getting her words out with him so close to her.
“Am I flustering you Purrincess?” Chat purred spurred on by the confidence the mask gave him. Marinette turned a dark shade of red her mouth hanging open.
Summary: Your friendship with the maknae of BTS suddenly turns into something else. You don’t know exactly why or when this happened but you sure know there is no going back. Will you regret it in the end?
Genre: Slight smut, but not quite there. Yet.
Inspired by: The Point of no Return - The Phantom of the Opera (do me a favor and listen to it if tou haven’t already)
You felt your
phone vibrate against your thigh while you entered the exam room to check on
your patient for what seemed like the billionth time that day. It was an
unusually slow day at the hospital, and that seemed like a great change of pace
at first, but turned out to be very frustrating as you watched the hours pass
by and tried to keep busy until your shift ended. Nothing had changed since
your last examination 5 minutes ago, except that now you seemed to make Dubu’s (a
very adorable abyssinian cat) owner a little anxious with the excessive
attention they were receiving from you. You smiled at her reassuringly from
across the exam table, while you scratched Dubu’s head caringly, silently
telling them everything was okay. As you eyed Dubu’s iv fluid bag you noticed
that it was almost over, and forced yourself to come to terms with the fact
that you would have to discharge your only distraction for the night.