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oh oh oh idea idea idea

marinette is sad and kinda all alone hiding in luka's room because things are loud and annoying and she just wants some alone time. luka finds her, because duh. it's his room. she's hiding behind his bed, away from the door, huddled on his rug. she doesn't want to ruin his bedsheets.

"kitty?" he asks.

she doesn't respond.

he knows what that means, knows that she's gone selectively mute, gone nonspeaking, and sits down next to her. she starts struggling, wondering how she's going to explain, searching her pockets for a phone so she can tell him that she's not feeling all that well and doesn't really want to talk, when he hands her a tablet.

"it's jules's old one," he explains, when her eyes perk up and have little stars in them. "i charged it for a little bit cause i figured you may want to need it."

she's already pathfinding to the app they both know she's looking for, smiling silently when she finds it. the app loads, and she looks at all the options, and presses one of the available words on the screen.

"THANKS."

luka snorts. runs a hand through his bangs as she chokes out a laugh. "i.... forgot she left that voice on this one. it makes you sound like a demon."

it's a deep, deep robotic voice, not at all the one that jules uses nowadays. normally, she uses the aristocratic, posh french one that drives anarka crazy with how formal it is, because a couffaine is not a couffaine if they aren't pressing on anyone's buttons. even when she uses it, knowing that it'll make her own mother groan, luka can't help but wrinkle his nose at the insufferable accent coming from his little sister's tablet.

"I LIKE IT."

"do you want to stay here for a little while?"

marinette flips through the options on the screen, scrolling to the front page.

"YES."

"cool." and it is. luka settles in right next to her, staring at the wall with her in solidarity. one giant hand comes to rest at the top of her head and gives her a little scratch. "i love you."

with a lean against his shoulder, she presses: "YES."

luka laughs.

she can't help but smile as he tucks her into a one-armed hug.

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thinking about kitty napping in a patch of sun and adrien tracing her back with his fingers and she’s safe and fine and happy and taken care of and safe and

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i’ve been thinking about kitty a lot recently. it’s chronic. forever. ah well

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🥰 thank you all of you who comment and kudos and bookmark and talk to me, thank you thank you thank you. thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

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even though kitty's got claws i really headcanon that kitty's favorite debilitating-an-akuma move is doing some kind of leg kick that cracks a jaw wide open if she nails it against someone's head

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“i’ll remove clawdius on one condition.”

“name it,” he says, eyes pleading for mercy.

“let me sleep with your dick in my mouth,” she teases.

luka stops. stares at her. now it’s her turn to squirm.

“w-wait,” she calls out to him as he furiously strips down his pants, “hold on i was kidding, babe wait—”

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“please,” luka begs, plainly, starting to sweat. at her silence, he sighs, one knee on the mattress as one of his hands come up to fist his bangs. “i don’t think this is unreasonable.”

“try again,” she practically meows. giving him the stink eye. he shivers from the gaze, sweating from her judgement.

“we have so many other options,” he offers.

“but i want to sleep with claw-dius.”

so what if clawdius is her size and filled with stuffing? she thinks the cat plush is cute, actually. besides, she can’t say no to such a cute little stitched grin. it’s one of her favorites; clawdius is life sized, warm, and she really likes the way she can curl into it and hug it into her sleep.

luka, however, doesn’t seem to like it whenever it’s in their bed.

“i just want to be able to fit on my own mattress,” he counters. another knee makes it onto the bed, and the nest netting falls right back behind him, shading them from the nightstand lamp they’ve yet to turn off. her alpha is huge, so easy for him to reach over and pull clawdius out of her hands and put him outside the nest netting luka so desperately thinks he belongs, but when he tries and she complains with a flat noise at the back of her throat, her looks almost too bashful to keep trying. “kitty, i don’t mind being your stuffed animal if it’ll get you to share the space.”

she sniffles. “you didn’t let me have your pajama shirt.”

“i need it to sleep.”

“so im self soothing,” she continues, hiding her face into clawdius’s fake fur.

luka groans.

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oh my god oh my god oh my god i can’t stop watching this and imagining what the dialogue would be for this??! i’m losing my mind this is so perfect !!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Hamster Escapes the Most Dangerous Prison Maze 🐹

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broke up with my boyfriend today so… i guess i’ll be writing a lot more than usual, probably. welcome back kitty, im sorry it had to be this way though :(

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marinette, behaving as she always does, doesn’t shriek when she sees luka on the floor on their rug, looking at what’s curled up in front of his pant legs. she does, however, do that thing she does when she’s stressed: hums out a noise, a quiet thing, and goes to the balls of her feet while she doesn’t exactly make eye contact with her problem.

“oh, hey kitty.”

“i have a question,” she blurts. “two, actually.”

“what’s up?”

“why is there a snake in our living room?” she asks, voice tight and pitched.

luka just gives her a smile, pulling apart the snake bites on his lips, dazzling her with how chill he is. “it’s sass, the snake i told you we were going to babysit for a friend of mine.”

marinette’s eyes widen. she walks a little bit closer to the couch. stares at the coiled up noodle who regards her just as curiously. “why isn’t he in a tank or in his house?” she asks, feeling safe enough when sass sticks his tongue out to taste the air. “he doesn’t even have a sweater on, he’s cold. why is he bald? we need to give him a blanket, or something.”

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like, you see where i'm going with this, right. like. like i'm at my worst moment. i've done something wrong. i've done something terrible. i feel terrible. i feel awful. i'm not even in my own body from how much shame, how much it hurts, from how much i can't even think about it.

and you love me still.

and you love me still.

and you love me still.

i'm an absolute nothing. but you still love me.

yesterday’s fic was a combination of “i want to write but i have no drive to write anything, is there anything that is remotely close to being published” and the answer was no. also it was “i miss kitty”. and then also “what if kitty was snarling.” and also it was “i want to be wanted like that, unconditionally, looked at and almost trivialized when im angry, knowing that im angry and happy,”

and then it was also “i forget how to write sex, i think this is how it works,”

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yesterday’s fic was a combination of “i want to write but i have no drive to write anything, is there anything that is remotely close to being published” and the answer was no. also it was “i miss kitty”. and then also “what if kitty was snarling.” and also it was “i want to be wanted like that, unconditionally, looked at and almost trivialized when im angry, knowing that im angry and happy,”

and then it was also “i forget how to write sex, i think this is how it works,”

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do you think the man is paying attention to the taste of his come, think about it. he just jizzed. do u think this man knows what taste even is

i propose that it is adrien’s come inside the pint, and he doesn’t know that because he doesn’t register as bad (it tastes good, he’s sad, this makes him feel better,) until marinette says something and he’s horrified that it tastes normal. it tastes Fine.

if it were luka’s i think he would’ve noticed

No label means homemade, right? Luka's cum?

definitely home made!!!! now for the volunteer…. i wonder….

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i was headcanoning that it was his own come that he ate bc i feel like it would be funnier

luka’s come? he’s had that in his mouth before.

his OWN???? not really. i’m trying to think if it’s possible for him to have it enough times to recognize the taste; which, no. so. maybe it’s his

but luka’s would be funny for sure. i wonder if marinette would be more upset if it was luka’s than his

No label means homemade, right? Luka's cum?

definitely home made!!!! now for the volunteer…. i wonder….

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something that i absolutely adore out of iara’s work is the eyes. like oh my god. in that one comic where she made adrien into the predecessor of hawkmoth after marinette ends up in the glass coffin, his eyes are probably the most gorgeous things ever

like, look at them.

i wish there was a way to write this. this is such a gorgeous visual detail that literally makes my heart stutter; i have no way of writing this. this isn’t something writable. this is so visual.

i wish, so dearly wish, there was a way to write this. god, i would abuse this if i could. dl adrien would have these eyes 100%. i would not allow criticism over this idea

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No label means homemade, right? Luka's cum?

definitely home made!!!! now for the volunteer…. i wonder….

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[crying into mattress] luka pleaseeee i need you to rim me like my life depends on ittttttttttt pleaasesaeaseeasse