yeah i don't know either :*

anon requested chlonath with 45

“Tell me a secret.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

Nathanael just blinked at her, clear and open as glass. “Because I’ll do what you want if you do. My price is a secret.”

“Price?” Chloe snorted, irritation burning hot in her veins. “Why would I need to pay you for anything?”

The boy shrugged, and ducked down over his sketchpad, fringe shuffling over those eyes once again.

Unaccountably irritated, Chloe leaned over and made a grab for the pad.

She caught the edge of it, but her attempts to remove it and get him to look at her again fell flat. He had a grip like iron.

He deigned to look at her again with those eyes, and Chloe squashed the urge to throttle him.

“Tell me a secret,” was all he said.

Chloe let go of the pad of paper with a disgusted tch. Folding her arms, she scowled at the wall of the little studio and, reluctantly, she cast around for a “secret” that he might accept as his “price.”

“…Fine,” she half snapped and half sighed when she finally had one. Her shoulders slumped a little in bitter defeat. “I… I fell in love with Adrien on my eighteenth birthday.”

It was weirdly like trying to reason with some ancient deity, he was so unmoving and unmoved. Given her deepest, darkest secrets, he just blinked at her.

And then he closed his sketchpad.

“Alright,” he said, as mild and smooth as he always, always, always was, and slid his long legs to the ground. “What was it you wanted me to do?”

Chloe hit the heel of her palm against her forehead and grumbled, “Teach me how to do laundry, you asshole.”

What a load of work.

Chloe hated work.

Surprisingly enough, after he did the three requisite slow blinks, Nathanael gave her a soft, slow smile.


Chloe would deny that she blushed until the day she died.

anonymous asked:

Ladynoir 13? 👀

“Kiss me.”

“…Um. What.”

Ladybug threw back her head and laughed.

“That’s my price,” she said, ducking down with her hands behind her back, and it had the (probably intended) effect of doubling Chat’s blood pressure. “For one kiss, I’ll tell you one thing. Sound good?”

…Had he stepped into an alternate reality? Some other world where first patrols ended with beautiful partners asking him for a kiss?

“I. Y-yeah,” he managed, voice cracking tellingly. He cleared his throat. “‘Course, my lady.”

A glowing, beatific smile. “Then fire away, kitty.”

He swallowed around his heatbeat and tried to remember what he’d even wanted to ask her in the first place. “A-about next patrol…”

Her eyes dropped to his mouth, and suddenly that mouth was very, very dry.

“Uh…” he said, breathless. “D-do you… Did you want to…” He licked his lips, and then took another unsteady breath when she tracked the motion. “Where did you w-want to meet?”

Which wasn’t what he’d been wanting to ask, but anything more than a simple sentence was beyond him right now.

She hummed absently, the noise rattling behind Chat’s teeth, and leaned in. “Does the Eiffel Tower work for you?”

The gaze on his mouth was so intense he didn’t rightly know what the Eiffel Tower was, but he nodded anyway, and was immediately rewarded with a kiss.

The contact was sweet, short — barely three seconds of very, very soft lips pressing gently to his own — but it still left his entire body feeling like he’d touched a livewire instead.

Ladybug skittered back with a girlish giggle and shouted, “Thanks, Chat!” as she left.

Chat placed a shaking hand over his burning mouth and tried to remember where she’d said to meet next time.

According to Word of God, recent events have made Emil a believer, and he could certainly use some help right now, so here is a little prayer he could say:

If there’s anyone out there
You know
(I can’t believe I’m saying this)
I don’t expect you to listen to me
You don’t know me
I don’t know you
But Lalli, right?
He did everything he was supposed to do
Even when it was weird and gross
(Like with the dog)
Even when it was dangerous and went against orders
(Like just now)
And I volunteered to stay behind with him
Like an idiot as it turns out
Because he would have been fine without me
Wouldn’t he?
He wouldn’t have had to wait for me to climb out of that stupid hole
He would have run away from the giant across the ice with no problem
So anyway what I’m saying is
This is all your fault and you have to fix it
I mean
No offense

Victorian/Regency Sterek Fics

*I have not read any of these*

This is for @demisexualhale. Hope you like these!

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (62,933)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? And manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.

A Curious Couplement by idareu2bme (40,375)

Derek is a simple horseman from the mountains, Stiles is an enthusiastic university graduate ready to make a name for himself. In any other situation, they would have gone their entire lives never having met. It’s probably a good thing then, that they both happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Remember My Love by bleep0bleep (23,358)

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.
Derek blinks.

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous (20,039)

“Who … who am I to wed?”

A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

*Read the tags for this one, there’s some dubcon that could be triggering

The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords (15,707)

Derek doesn’t expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he’s free to look for a lover, he doesn’t know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.
The Fox winks again. “Have a good night, Derek,” he purrs in a sultry tone, and then climbs back on the horse and disappears into the night.
Derek walks up the path towards the manor in a daze, and it isn’t until he’s inside when he realizes he never told the Fox his name or where he lived.

The Prince and His Painter by Dexterous_Sinistrous (8,512)

Stiles was always a sick child. He was never supposed to live beyond his infancy—shocking many when he reaches adulthood. With his inevitable death looming over his country, Stiles chooses to accept a successor through marriage. His advisors commission a painter to capture the prince’s likeness in order to advertise him to potential candidates. Only, Derek Hale isn’t like most painters—or humans, for that matter.

Scowls and Sarcasm by dr_girlfriend (26,054)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

Whether or not Derek Hale felt that way was hardly a concern to the neighborhood — the very fact of his arrival was enough that the surrounding families seemed to consider him the rightful property of one or another of their eligible sons and daughters. That was, of course, before they met the man.

The Perils of Petticoats by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (30,248)

A She Stoops to Conquer AU

Stiles is an omega who is bullied by his beta stepmother into wearing a dress during the day, so when his new suitor turns out to be painfully shy around society he pretends to be a servant girl (a homely one) to get to know the real person, whilst his step mother tries to marry her alpha daughter to her omega ward despite neither of them want it, and the sheriff (called Josiah) tries to remain constantly drunk for the entire weekend.

A Gentleman’s Secret by DLanaDHZ (15,232)

Stiles Stilinski has lived 19 years without revealing his secret. He’s a fine gentleman, a stellar horseman, and a sassy addition to any conversation, but he keeps his true feelings to himself. When the Hale family moves into the county, the Stilinski’s throw a ball in their honor and Stiles in swept up into the gravity of the eldest son. Propriety tells him to keep his distance, but can he ignore the urges pulling them ever closer? At first sight, Stiles is already undone.

Ardently by roundelet (13,344)

Mr Stilinski contends with the loss of his family’s funds, an unfortunate predilection for pastries, and an inconvenient attraction to this Season’s most eligible bachelor.

Lord Hale contends with a reluctant return to Society, hiding a war injury from meddling sisters, and the trials of courting a thoroughly oblivious young man.

Lone Wolf by Peasantaries (6/12 regularly updated WIP, 12,705)

If Stiles weren’t mistaken, he would almost say King Hale was amused. My, he might even be smiling, if the uneven line that’s broken his stiff mouth could be called that.

But that was absurd. Kings don’t smile. Especially King Hale.

Love is not love until it’s made to suffer: until it’s made to endure the strain of separation.

Regency Sterek by inappropriate_happiness (fanart)

Art for A Single Man in Possession of Dougnuts by using_this_name (fanart)

Let me know if you have a trope you want me to find and I’ll make you a list.

MORE STUFF! Timing has pretty much been established and I’m quite pleased! Still need to just clean stuff up and add in some details. I have NO idea what I’m gonna do about silver’s hair :[

(Yeah, also what’s the etiquette on posting WIP updates? It hasn’t been that long. Should I reply to the existing posts and add on, or is a new post like this cool? Or no precedent? Also, anyone know any good animation tutorials or classes? :P <3 )

Dan and Phil in 2022
  • <p> <b><b></b> Phil </b> : Hey Spaniel Towel I don't like your last name<p/><b><b></b> Dan </b> : *sighs* yeah I know I don't either<p/><b><b></b> Phil </b> : You should change it<p/><b><b></b> Dan </b> : Maybe, yeah<p/><b><b></b> Dan </b> : To what though<p/><b><b></b> Phil </b> :<p/><b><b></b> Phil </b> : Lester<p/><b><b></b> Phil </b> : *calmly walks away*<p/><b><b></b> Dan </b> : ...<p/><b><b></b> Dan </b> : PHILIP MICHAEL LESTER DID YOU JUST PROPOSE TO ME<p/></p>

Here, have a bit of some goofy Keith with a healthy amount of sheith, I know I needed it.

“We all had a crush on Keith,” says Hunk nonchalantly as they’re relaxing in the lounge, Keith being the only one absent.

Sitting beside his friend, Lance gasps.

“I did not!”

“Especially you, dude.”

On the ground, with a disassembled computer splayed out in front of her, Pidge snickers.

“It’s true,” she says without even looking at them.

“You weren’t even there when he was!”

“Maybe, but I was there for the months after, when everyone always made comments about him. Also, we shared sleeping quarters.”

Lance sputters, desperately searching for a rebuttal. His eyes fall on Shiro, on the other side of the room, reading… a book upside down? That guy really has all the talents.

“Shiro!” He exclaims, and they all startle as they turn to him. “Shiro was the one people had a crush on! So there!”

Hunk seems to consider this.

“Yeah, but… they’re different kind of crushes, you know? Both unattainable, but for very different reasons. Also, it doesn’t change anything.”

“Of course it changes things! You said /everyone/. Well, he didn’t.”

“I meant everyone in our year, Lance. As in, the ones who naturally came in contact with Keith?” Hunk rolls his eyes, looking very confident in his point.

“Also,” adds Pidge mischievously, “who’s to say he didn’t?”

Lance gapes, but before he can retort anything, Shiro straightens on the couch and faces them, speaking for the first time.

“I did not have a crush on Keith,” he says, looking extremely offended. Lance doesn’t even have the time to feel smug. “I was in love with him.”


“Was? Shiro, are you breaking up with me?”

They turn towards the doorway where Keith is standing, leaning against the wall with a faked hurt look on his face. Shiro almost trips on his own feet in his haste to get up. 

“What? No! I-”

“It’s too late,” Keith shakes his head, the epitome of sadness. “There’s someone else that would treat me right, and now I know I have a chance.”

He walks over to the others, who are still frozen, skillfully evading Shiro’s grasping arms. He ignores his boyfriend’s whining, and kneels in front of the couch.

“Hunk,” he starts solemnly, “are you saying… you also had a crush on me?”

Hunk blinks, still stunned by the turn of events, and then blushes slightly. 

“Well I mean, it was hard not to have a crush on you man, you were so cool. You never talked to us, but we’d all kind of daydream about becoming friends with you, even the ones that were jealous jerks.”

The sincere answer knocks the fake seriousness out of Keith, and the red paladin is left wide-eyed and a little pink, left hand reaching towards his embarrassed friend. 

“Hunk, I…” he stops, and smiles a little. “Congratulations, you’re friends with me now.”

Hunk looks back at him, surprised, and then grins widely, taking a hold of Keith’s hand.

“Man, they’d all be jealous of me, now!”

“Nah,” Keith says, shaking his head. “They’d be jealous of me.”

“Aw, Keith…”

They stay like this for a moment, holding hands and smiling at each other, before they’re interrupted.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro says, abruptly walking over and literally throwing Keith over his shoulder, who shouts in surprise. The black paladin immediately turns around and walks towards the door, then pauses and looks over his shoulder at Hunk. 

“See you in the training room later, paladin,” he says, eyes narrowed, and Hunk gulps.

“Shiro, stop it!” Keith says from his spot on Shiro’s back. “Hunk, it’s alright, I’m the one who trains with him. See you guys later!”

And with that, they’re gone.

After a few seconds, Lance scoots over closer to Hunk and jealously takes hold of his best friend’s arm. He’s still in shock, but at least capable of speech now.

“What the hell was that?”

Pidge, still holding pieces of tech on the ground, slowly shakes her head.
“I have no idea.”

They’re in bed, later, Shiro curled around Keith as close as he can get, clothes on the ground and blankets pooled at their waists. It’s warm, and peaceful, but he hasn’t been able to get it out of his head.

“Do I really not treat you right? Because I can change that, you know. Anything.”

Keith had almost been asleep, the warm and solid body at his back a comfortable presence, but he stirs at the feeling of Shiro’s lips moving against his neck. Silently, he brings up his hand, entwined with Shiro’s, and gently kisses each of his lover’s fingers, reveling in the hitched breath he hears behind him.

“Idiot,” he says softly, his eyes closed.

He can feel Shiro smile, humming happily, and it lulls him to sleep.

anonymous asked:

when koogi hinted black hair!sangwoo might be a spoiler for s2, maybe she meant that we'll see him in a flashback?

I dunno it’s possible but at the same time ???Sangwoo’s current hairstyle has stayed the same for quite a few chapters so I would assume Koogi is going to just give him a new/different one overall in season 2. There’s also that theory saying he’s going to ‘change’ his friends so maybe it’s supposed to be a new him or something?

  • Dinah: Hey I've got a question. If you had to pick one of us to date, who would it be?
  • Lauren: I don't know...
  • Normani: Yeah, me either...
  • Ally: Me neither.
  • Camila: Lauren.
  • [they all look at Camila]
  • Ally: What?
  • Normani: What?
  • Dinah: What?
  • Lauren: What?
  • Camila: I don't know... me neither
  • [Runs off]

ships-sailing-in-the-night  asked:

I love these and I need more: 49 & 50 plzzzzzz :D

this is so late im so sorry ships, im also commandeering this prompt to add to my weird asexual angelic deckerstar baby story XD read the first part HERE

49. “I’m too sober for this” + 50. “Oh god, I need a drink”

Chloe looks over where Amias and Dan are speaking. She wonders just how and where Lucifer picked this young man up. And for the fact that he really could be Lucifer’s son. It’s there in the facial features, the curl of his hair. Except for those clear colored eyes. 

Amias had been surprisingly knowledgeable about the crime scene Lucifer had somehow talked both of them into. He’d been disturbed by the violence, almost mournful, but he’d offered clear, insightful comments, like an oddly responsible Lucifer. As for the Devil in question, Lucifer had simply beamed proudly, reaching out to squeeze Amias’ shoulder affectionately. 

Dan says something and Amias grins, and it’s not the smirk that is a mirror image of Lucifer’s, no. Chloe is struck because…that’s - that’s Trixie’s grin. It’s jarring to see it on someone else’s face and Chloe furrows her brow in confusion. 

“Hey, Chloe, can I talk to you for a second?” Ella asks, startling her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, sure.” Chloe turns her attention to the lab tech. “What’s up?”

“Are the guys pulling a prank on me?” she asks, and Chloe’s eyebrows go up.

“I don’t think so. Why?”

Ella chews on the inside of her cheek. “It’s probably easier if I show you.” Ella says, and gestures for Chloe to follow her to the lab.

“Since Lucifer convinced the boss to allow Amias to tag along with you guys, I asked him back to the lab to get his details for contamination purposes.” Ella says looking a little shifty.

“You asked him back here? Alone?” Chloe asks, feeling oddly protective. 

“He didn’t seem to have a problem with it.” Ella mutters, cheeks a little pink. “I mean, can you blame me? The boy is a looker.”

“I am too sober for this.” Chloe mutters and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“What? So you don’t think Amias is hot?” Ella asks with a raised brow.

“What? Ew, no!” Chloe protests, instant and instinctive. She blinks a little surprised at herself, as does Ella. “Anyway, we’re getting off topic. What’s this about?”

“Well. I took a sample of Amias’ DNA so it can be cleared from evidence, right? Standard procedure.” she begins.

“And Lucifer was okay with this?” Chloe says with disbelief. 

“He didn’t exactly…know?” Ella winces.

“Ella.” Chloe reproaches. 

“I know, I should have asked. But this is where things get weird.”

Chloe instantly thinks back to the time where Lucifer tried to prove his divinity by urging her to test his DNA. Maybe there was something different about it. Perhaps Amias was the same. “Weird how?”

Ella clicks a few icons and turns the screen to face Chloe. It’s Amias’ sample, but next to it is her name and information.

“Because he shares DNA with you.”


“Yeah, it flagged you in the system. Partial match. Almost like he’s your kid.” Ella says, looking at Chloe with wide eyes. Chloe face is blank. “But that’s impossible, right?” Ella gives her a forced smile. “Because it’s a joke.”

Amias has Trixie’s grin, her grin. His eyes are the exact same color as the ones that look back at Chloe everyday in the mirror. Oh, god. It…it couldn’t be, could it? But that would mean Amias is hers and Lucifer’s. And that Lucifer is indeed an angel and everything else he’s told her is absolute truth. 

Chloe thinks she might need to sit down.

“And then the rest of it is even weirder, because the father’s DNA is completely absurd,” Ella continues on, starting to ramble out of nervousness. “Like the chromosomal pairs are the wrong number, the genetics make no sense. It’s like it was made totally from scratch, like mad scientist style. I don’t think parts of it are even human.”

“And that would be Lucifer’s DNA?” Chloe asks, feeling lightheaded.

“I think so. And it’s not a fifty-fifty split between the two, which I can’t even begin to explain. It’s like seventy-thirty.” Ella tilts her head. “Sixty-forty.”

Chloe grips the edge of the desk with white knuckles. Ella looks uneasy. “This isn’t a joke, is it?”

“No.” Chloe says. “I don’t think it is.”

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