#[he slipped some French in there. smooth lmao]

[crystalflygeo]

Morning coffee? Morning tea... ft Neuvillette + fem!reader

cw/tags: this is just SUPER tender and vanilla sex ngl. Pet names (in french!!! <3) dirty talking if you squint?? itty bit of somno maybe? idk how to tag this y'all just smut with feelings.

notes: HI I DISAPPEARED AND COME BACK TO OFFER YOU NEUVILLETTE. I love him so much, I am down horrendous I love him I love him I love him AAAAAAAAAAAAA. The self control I had to practice not to make him speak full sentences in french lmao.

The room is dark and silent as you shift on the bed, yawning. You blink drowsily and realize you were asleep, only dreaming of Neuvillette’s soft touch, the brush of his hair, his gentle kisses and nuzzling, reserved only for private settings. You roll over and rub at your face, but the bed is empty.

Hm? Where is your husband?

It is very rare for Neuvillette to leave like this, unannounced. He’d always give you a kiss, hushed whispers telling you he has some business to attend to before slipping out of the room. Sometimes he doesn’t want to wake you and leaves a note instead, but now as you look around, albeit half-asleep, there is nothing…

Did something happen? You frown.

His side of the bed is still warm though, his essence lingers in the room, on your skin. He was definitely here not too long ago. The familiar scent of his cologne teases your nose and you decide to burrow into his pillow to chase it, hugging the soft thing wishing it was him.

Today was a day off, there was no need to worry about work or other responsibilities. Though you suppose Fontaine’s Iudex’s responsibilities never end…

You sigh and cling tighter onto the pillow, closing your eyes and desperately trying to recapture the essence of that dreamy state, sliding deeper under the warm comforter and rolling onto your side in the middle of the bed, slipping into memories of the night prior.

Neuvillette’s deep voice, the delightful sparks of electricity as his hands roamed your body and that feeling of being so full, complete and sated as he slid deep inside you from behind.

Oh, how you love him. Always so reverent with his affections.

Somewhere between the reminiscence of a high pitched voice you barely recognize as your own moaning his name, and Neuvillette’s low tantalizing whispers as he urges you to come all over his cock, you barely register the soft click of the door.

The subconscious is a funny thing and part of you wonders how can he be there and in your little fantasy at the same time.

Deep in the middle of your struggle between here and there, there is a soft rustle of fabric, and then the sharp clink of porcelain coming from the bedside table, sounds that pull you back from the drowsiness.

“Hmmm… Neuv?”

The bed dips slightly with his weight, and a soft caress at your hair has you stirring a little. The covers sliding off your skin and Neuvillette’s appreciative groan upon seeing your naked figure spread out before him brings you almost alert.

You feel the warmth of him sliding into bed behind you, his hair tickling at your cheek and his breath at your shoulder as he nuzzles here, planting a soft kiss. Strong arms circling your waist as he pulls your closer, your hips slotting together.

And then you hear him, in that husky smooth voice you’ve come to crave. “Ma chérie.” He beckons, soft and low in your ear. “Ma belle…” Your name velvet on his lips. Large hands shifting your body, maneuvering until you lay on your back. “Mon amour.”

You let out a soft sound of acknowledgement and he chuckles.  

Eyes still closed you tilt your head towards his shoulder, seeking to curl up to his chest and cuddle, but instead you feel his weight shift on the bed again. You whine and a tiny speck inside your head is ready to cry out for him not to leave, but before you can form a coherent sentence you suddenly feel him on top of you, his larger frame caging you, long locks sliding off his back and firm hands taking hold of your thighs, coaxing them to part.

“Let me take care of you, ma chérie.” He’s persuasive with both his touch and his words, spreading your legs gently, one of his hands sliding towards a calf where he squeezes lightly, your body soft and pliant like moist clay under the hands of a sculptor. “You’re so gorgeous… show me…” He kisses a trail down your neck to your collarbone, your chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm as you squirm a little, ticklish and aroused.

“Neuv…” You moan, eyes still closed but senses fully aware of him and everything around you. The room feels hotter, your skin simmering everywhere he touches. Your sides, your hips, your ass… lifting your bottom slightly to slide you into his lap, your legs instinctively curling around his torso and oh- “Oh…”

He shushes you gently, rolling his hips so his cock slides along your folds, teasing and rubbing at your sex, lathering on your slick and growing harder.

“So good for me…”

You whine again, eyes finally fluttering open to stare at his mesmerizing lavender ones as he ruts softly into you. It drives you insane, the want, the wait. And you claw and grip at the bedsheets in anticipation when the engorged cockhead catches on your hole for a moment before sliding again, poking at your little clit instead.

“F-Fuck… Neuv, please…” You groan breathlessly, arms reaching out for him to hold onto the pale skin of his shoulders.

He hums and finally guides himself inside, the first stretch making you keen and toss your head back into the pillow. You see his eyebrows twitch slightly, diamond pupils dilating. Your inner walls squeeze and gush as he pushes deeper and deeper. Goosebumps rising on your skin, sweat running down the back of your neck.

He bottoms out and groans, long and low, leaning into you to rest his forehead on your shoulder, savoring the way you clench before seeking out your lips for a kiss. It’s passionate, heated, but still sweet and you can’t help the smile that breaks when you taste his favorite tea on his mouth, bold, strong and decadent.

As morning light filters in through almost sheer curtains you gaze up at his face, the sharp elegant lines, his long lashes, his beautiful eyes and the slightly disheveled hair, partially falling over his face. You reach out with a hand and comb your fingers trough the white and blue locks, brushing them behind a pointy ear before sliding your hand back and reaching for a horn, petting it gently with pure adoration.

“You’re beautiful.” He says.

You make a sound that’s a cross between a scoff and a laugh, blushing and realizing that as much as you’ve been staring at him, he’s done the same. “Was about to say that myself…” You reply. You see the white pupils flicker, turning to slits and back to diamonds and a shiver runs through your body, acutely aware he’s still inside you. “I love you...”

“I love you too, ma chérie, more than you can imagine.” Your breath catches with his words, spoken so sincere, with such resolute feelings.

You are his, so wholly and utterly, but he knows he belongs to you too. Irrefutably intertwined, awakening long forgotten instincts on the old dragon. Neuvillette’s hands hold your hips again as he starts thrusting into you, filling you and then retreating ever so slowly. You bite your lip and try to push closer, canting your hips to that delicious feeling as warmth pool in your gut.

Your arms are back around his neck, fingers tangling on his hair and bodies pressing together as his pace increases steadily, gasps leave your parted lips. Your muscles already tensing on a tight coil.

Neuvillette hisses as he sinks into you, harder but not faster, aiming his cock right where you want it most, he feels you tighten around him, hot warmth sucking him right in and begging for more. It’s perfection that Neuvillette ruts into, pressing over and over. His instincts on fire telling him to lay his claim.

“I love you.” He says again, unable to stop himself.

You feel pleasure bubbling up, fast, faster than you’d thought, and intense. Your toes curl, legs gripping harder around him and your nails accidentally clawing at his back, surely leaving red marks on that pristine skin. He groans, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder, wetter. His thrusts aim deep, heavy and punctuated strokes that hit your sweet spot with accuracy. Labored breaths mixing together.

“Neuv, Neuv… ‘m so close, please pleaseplease-” You whisper desperate, needy.

His thumb finds your clit and you squeal as he draws lazy circles on it, lasting only a few more seconds until you can’t stand it any longer and come undone for him… all over him, gripping him tightly, head thrown back with a loud moan, eyes shutting close.

“Hah… that’s it, hng-si serré…” He mutters and smiles satisfied as he looks at you, flushed and tender, whispering tender words against your neck, love and adoration pressed against your skin before his fangs do as well. Keeping his carefully measured pace as you ride the high of your orgasm and he chases his own pleasure, releasing inside you with that same slow methodical drive and a hoarse primal groan.

You both lie there for a few moments, panting and feeling the aftershocks, soaking up on the feeling of each other. A tangled mess of limbs between sheets and blankets. Neuvillette carefully rests his body on top of yours and you coo happily, combing his hair with your fingers, scratching at his scalp gently as another kind of of drowsiness settles on you, leaving you feeling floaty and light in the afterglow of your lovemaking.   

Your bodies relax and wind down, putty against one another when he raises his head from his resting spot at your chest and kisses you again, short but not less sweet.

“Good morning, ma chérie.” He says, voice low and soothing.

“Morning…” You smile back at him. A little amused.

He slides off of you and you whimper, feeling the stickiness and a slight discomfort from the sudden emptiness. He leans over a little and reaches for something on the bedside table. “I brought you some tea.” He presents you the cup delicately, still warm.

You chuckle and scoot to sit up at the crumpled blankets, graciously picking up the cup and taking a sip. The tea is fragrant and sharp, the same taste on his lips minutes ago… ah, so that was it.

“Thank you, Neuv.” You peek at him from over the cup.

A warm tea and a good fuck… you could definitely get used to mornings like this.   

[sunshineszn]

BNHA characters and which countries in Africa they’d be from

feat. Hawks, Mirio and Mina

A/N: There might be several parts depending on how well this post does and also how well I manage to educate myself on other African cultures because I’m only from 1 and have experienced/ know the cultures of a few. You guys are definitely welcome to help me in the future if you would like. But I had so much fun doing this!

Hawks | Nigeria

•Oluwakeigo, this man ffs 

•A YORUBA DEMON

•A sweet talker but has nothing sweet to him

•Will flirt with you by promising to pay your bride price

•Will call you his wife/partner or the mother/parent of his future kids even though you just met.

•Meanwhile he was a whole wife back in the village

•Swears up and down that he’s rich

•Meanwhile the money that he uses to take you on dates is from him selling dreams to old white desperate women in the US.

•He tells them he’s a Nigerian prince LMAOOO 

•He dresses nice sometimes though, I’ll give him that

• Takes pictures in front of sports cars that aren’t his 

•Absolutely loves suya. Make him some and he’ll be on his way to make marriage negotiations with your family.

•A HUGE fan of soccer/football

•Watches the British Premier League religiously

•For special matches he goes to the local sports bar with his friends wearing his favorite team’s jersey, loose jeans and some beaten down white trainers 

• Yeah Nigerian Hawks is a problem

Mirio | Democratic Republic of Congo

• Now this mf

• Is actually smooth, like dangerously smooth

• So confident and will hit you with that French that will make your knees go weak

• A modern sapeur who is very much in line with sapologie culture meaning he is very well put together, smells nice, works out and has a fit body etc.

• Dresses to the nines half of the time, you’ll never catch him slipping

• Although he does wear brightly coloured suits and his dressing can be a bit gaudy and flashy at times askjhawjd

• Now this man’s dancing LAWD

• I said this before but I’mma say it again

• Canon Mirio can’t dance for shit but Congolese Mirio?!?!?!

• This man’s waistline is DEADLY

• Koffi Olomide’s disciple for sure sksksks

• It’s the reason why he has 5 baby mamas from every region in Africa. Each with 2 kids. 3 were born in the same year cause he was runnin through Africa like the mayo monkeys during the colonial period.

• Definitely appreciates his African queens that’s for sure

• Says he’s going on a “business trip” , meanwhile he’s visiting Angela in Ghana then hops on a plane to link with Amara in Ethiopia.

• There’s no corner in the continent he hasn’t touched

Mina | South Africa

• My girl Minaaa oops I mean Mbali

• She’s defs a Zulu girl

• Straight from Kwazulu-Natal and grew up in Johannesburg. Definitely a big city girl (in both ways lol).

• Y’all saw how she was dancing in the anime? Yeah that level of skill doesn’t change, miss girl fucks it up on the dance floor to Gqom and Amapiano (a subgenre of South African house music)

• A huge fan of the Distruction Boyz, DJ Tira, Busiswa, Kabza De Small etc.

• I just realised that her and Sho Madjozi are so similar omg (she’s another popular music artist)

• Definitely makes dance videos and becomes viral from them

• Is very proud of her language and culture and doesn’t change herself for nobodyyyy

• She’d honestly look so good in the traditional Zulu attire

• Quite outgoing and bubbly. All the teachers love her even though she can be a bit of a troublemaker.

• Absolutely LOVES a good party

• Like all South Africans do tbh akslshfdj sleep who?

(*cough* south africans also really love their alcohol but she’s underage so I’m not gonna add this but if she was of age she would definitely not stray too far from the stereotype LMAO definitely the type to dance with a bottle on her head)

• Is definitely stylish and has an amazing closet, I’m so jealous.

• Definitely loves a good shisa nyama ( bbq place) and inhales a plate of pap, chakalaka and braai (bbq) meat.

• Urgh I’m in love with the idea of South African Mina

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A/N: Can you guys guess which region/country I’m from? Drop an ask with your guess!

Hint: It’s none of the countries listed here BUT I'm from one of their regions.

If you’re one of my moots that knows you better stfu lol

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

odd ship asks for aurora?

  this under a cut for length!

SFW

1. Who cooks?

Aurora cooks more often, but Sebastian will sometimes surprise her if she’s had a particularly bad day!  Cooking is something that Aurora generally finds really relaxing which is why she does it more, but if she doesn’t have the time or energy (mental or physical) then Sebastian will!

3. Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

If it’s simple enough, Aurora, but anything big and they need a tow truck!

5. Who buys the groceries?

Aurora!

7. Would they go to the beach?

Yes!  Anytime they can tbh!

9. Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?

Both of them are multilingual!  They both speak French!  Aurora speaks a few other languages too – she tries to teach Sebastian spanish but Sebastian cannot focus when she speaks another language lmao (it is a kink and Aurora will not hesitate to take advantage of it)

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

They’re typically shower people but Sebastian takes ice baths for lacrosse and Aurora tries to have one nice bath a week just to relax (not when she’s at Dalton tho lmao cause they only have showers there).  They generally shower separately (dorm showers and limited time) but when they’re older they definitely like to have baths together and Aurora starts bubble fights by giving Sebastian bubble beards lmao 

13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

They’re both night owls but Aurora just like, doesn’t sleep most of the time so Sebastian frequently has to drag her to bed!  The struggle of getting Aurora to sleep is one that the Warblers are all too familiar with haha

15. Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

okay so most of their vacations are done with the whole inner circle warbler group and they have a specific collection of vacation destinations that they rotate to (where their parents all have various vacation homes lmao).  Every christmas is spent at the Anderson house in the cayman islands my godfamily lives there so i used to spend christmases there i miss it and then other vacations are rotated!  When they’re older their schedules get a bit more flexible so if Aurora has time between broadway runs then Sebastian will take time off for non-warbler vacations, in which case they decide together! 

NSFW

1. How often do they have sex, if at all?

Okay so the first time they have sex is in their senior year and at first they don’t have sex often on account of sharing a wall with Nick and Jeff (and also Aurora still has some trauma and also they just have other things to do with their lives lmao) – after graduation it becomes a bit more frequent but given that they still live with Blaine, Sam, Nick, and Jeff, privacy is a rare thing haha

3. Any kinks they clash on?

Hm, not off the top of my head!  Both of them are pretty willing to try things, and tend to have the same hard nos! 

5. Favourite positions?

Generally they like to keep it simple.  Pretty much anything where they can look at each other is good!  Aurora also likes when Sebastian picks her up and Sebastian likes cowgirl, but the priority is looking at each other – if Sebastian is behind Aurora when there’s any penetration involved, she’s almost guaranteed to have a panic attack

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

Aurora: turn ons: sebastian being a cocky bitch lmao, sebastian picking her up, sebastian singing, when he’s just finished any sort of competition (glee or lacrosse) and is clearly still running on that adrenaline, when he tries and fails to be smooth, domestic sebastian, sebastian shirtless turn offs: silence, penetration from behind, the chance of being seen

Sebastian: turn ons: aurora speaking other languages, aurora kissing his jaw, aurora dancing, aurora snapping at people who treat her badly, aurora wearing his clothes, when she sits on his lap and kisses his jaw, tbh just her entire existence is a turn on lmao turn offs: being able to hear other people (esp in Dalton, if he can hear Nick and Jeff in their dorm or anyone in the hallway it’s a no go), anytime it’s clear that Aurora is trying to prove something to herself (usually pushing past her comfort zone bc she’s trying to force herself to get over her trauma)

11. Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

They kiss a lot during sex – some making out but also a lot of just pressing kisses literally anywhere they can reach.  Aurora dies a little (in a good way) whenever Sebastian calls her baby – he really only ever does that during sex and it makes her heart go “!!!”.  Aurora will sometimes start saying “I love you” in different languages and sometimes they slip into soft french without realizing it bc they’re idiots and i love them.  Aurora will also sometimes start talking about totally unrelated things and while most people might be offended that her attention isn’t fully on what’s going on, Sebastian loves it because she’s a lot less guarded than usual!  Things that she would normally brush off as not being a big deal (good exciting things and also bad/sad/painful things) come up a lot, especially in the foreplay period, and it warms his heart to know that she feels safe and relaxed enough to open up

13. Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Aurora is pretty quiet, aside from going on her random tangents and her little “I love yous” whereas Sebastian talks a lot.  Sometimes it’s dirty talk and sometimes it’s just soft little things, but a lot of it is also just him telling her what he’s going to do so that she isn’t caught off guard and has the chance to stop him if she doesn’t like/want something.  He does try to encourage her to be louder, because he wants to know how she feels about things, and usually he’ll just start asking “do you like that?” or “how does it feel?” or that sort of thing!  When she’s prompted, she does talk, she just never starts it

15. Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?

Closed, no sharing!  They do technically have a list of free passes but that’s really only because early on in their relationship the NDs kept telling her that Sebastian would cheat on her with Blaine if he had the chance so this happened: 

A: “hey if you want to sleep with Blaine you can, just don’t dump me and don’t like” 

S: “wait what?  where did that come from?”

A: “spite, mostly”

S: “fair enough, but then you need a pass too – how about Sam?”

A: “he’s pretty, sounds good to me”

and then fast forward to the next day and kurt once again is going on about how sebastian is a slut who wants to sleep with blaine and aurora is just like “lmao yeah that’s his free pass dude get with the program”

but if given the opportunity neither of them would want to sleep with someone else

Send me numbers and ships!

[noblechaton]

Sleepy Head

After the long process of waking up, Ladybug finds herself in Adrien’s bed.

So I mentioned yesterday about making a fic in which French toast was involved and uh yeah I actually did it but with Ladrien bc of course lmao

AO3

Ladybug came to with a groan in her throat and her face full of pillow, the events of the previous night having clearly taken their toll given how long it took her body to catch up with her slowly conscious mind.

Though, when she tried to think back on the last twelve or so hours, it was something of a blur, little more than a patchwork of half remembered memories and experiences.

She figured she’d seen a movie, both because she recalled having to sit still for nearly two hours, and because her eyes had peeled open enough to make out a movie ticket on the nightstand beside the bed.

The next thing she could uncover was that she must have had dinner somewhere, as her thoughts became flooded with fancy interiors, well crafted plates, and mood lighting that was certainly intended for a more romantic evening than anything else.

Why did she feel as if she’d been there for hours? Something about the setting that painted itself in her mind told her that she’d sat at the table long after dessert had been served, making small talk with someone that had varied between awkward and flirtatious.

“I hope you don’t mind” She could hear a voice in her head replaying something from the night before. “But I kinda...rented out the whole place, so we had some privacy for once. I dunno about you, but I think I need a vacation from signing autographs”

His tone was...calming, something that soothed her enough that she briefly considered never leaving the bed she was still splayed out in. She remembered the shape of his mouth more than anything, though the quiet giggle he added near the end of his sentence stuck out, too.

“Oh, of course I don’t mind.” Her own voice chimed in shortly after to play along with his. “My hands are a bit tired, too.”

The chain of memories led from there into a full course meal, one which she happily enjoyed while sitting across from her blonde haired date, then they…

They left.

At some point, they left the establishment, and made their way somewhere, on foot at that, no yo-yos or limos to speak of.

Ladybug let out a tired, groggy groan and stirred in the bed some, gradually coming back to full consciousness as she struggled to remember what she’d gotten into next, let alone who she’d gotten into it with.

The light shining in the room was far too bright to be that of a light bulb, meaning that either she ended up sleeping on her balcony, or-

She stopped herself and looked down at the mattress, gradually processing that the pillows she had so dreamily rested her head upon weren’t, in fact, hers.

Neither were the sheets.

Or the blanket.

Ladybug sat up in a huff after the realization set in, her eyes darting around the room until they told her what she needed to know. This wasn’t her house, this wasn’t her bed, and even the clothes on her body weren’t her own.

This was Adrien Agreste’s house. These were Adrien Agreste’s clothes.

She looked down to find herself adorned in a black shirt with a few, colorful stripes running across the chest, while her legs were somewhat covered with what appeared to be a pair of red and gold boxer shorts that had large, printed “G”s running around the waist band.

It started coming back to her once she saw her typical, red and black outfit strewn out along the back of the couch on the opposite side of the room.

They’d made it back to his place, despite a few fans noticing them on their walk from the restaurant to the mansion, and spent the night...talking? They had somehow managed to talk for hours.

Though, as she recalled, it wasn’t so much talking as it was nervous, happy chuckling with smirks and stares to match the light, warm mood that set in as soon as they made it to his bedroom. Such was the case on most of their date nights.

“Hey, uh, darling?” She heard her own voice in a smooth, wildly flirtatious voice and braced herself as if she hadn’t been the one to say it. “Do you mind if I...stay the night with you?”

Thankfully, for as near death as she felt, the wide smile and doe-eyed look that had befallen Adrien’s face in the moments after she asked, and before he came in for the tightest hug she’d ever gotten, kept her from fainting right there and then.

As for how she ended up in his old clothes, she could more easily remember him digging them out from a dresser, or...maybe a box? It wasn’t too clear to her, but whatever he pulled them out of had a plethora of Ladybug-related stickers on it.

“You can, uh, change in the bathroom, and stuff.” He had shyly said, forking over the semi-outfit with a blush across his cheeks.

She felt as if she grinned in that moment, though whatever look had curved on her lips had paled in comparison to what came out of it in reply.

“Oh, I can change here, if you want.”

Why, why, why, oh why was that the best thing she could think of? She slapped the top of her head a few times in the present as if she could change the past by doing so.

Alas, the effort was in vain, and the memory continued with her instinctively slamming the bathroom door in his face and doubling over on his sink in embarrassment.

Shaking her head to skip ahead, the next thing that came to mind was her crawling into his bed and cuddling. Finally, something that couldn’t have possibly gone wrong.

“So, handsome, are you a big spoon, or a little one?”

She could only hope that she was just remembering wrong and that didn’t come out of her mouth, even if it wouldn’t have surprised her at this point.

Regardless, the two drifted off to sleep not long after, the sensation of his fingers in her hair and his legs intertwined with hers brought a much needed sense of relief to the otherwise flustered Ladybug’s mind.

Now, here she was, alone in his bedroom, wearing his old clothes and her mask.

Wait, alone?

This was a question that, thankfully for her, didn’t involve remembering anything from the night prior, as it was answered as soon as she noticed the smell in the air. It was something sweet, like cinnamon, with what could only have been the scent of frying bacon accompanying it.

He was making breakfast for her.

Her heart could have simply melted, while her mind briefly wondered if there really was nothing Adrien Agreste could do.

“Yeowch!”

His loud yelp along with a clattering of something falling over broke her lovey-dovey moment and brought her to full awareness, finally convincing her to leave the bed she otherwise had little intention of leaving.

It was a short walk through the empty, quiet halls of the Agreste mansion, something to be expected when the house is only usually occupied by one, these days anyway. She’d been doing her best to make it two, but duty always ends up calling.

For the time being, though, she intended on enjoying her morning, though it was likely more of an afternoon at this point given how late she seemed to sleep in, to the fullest extent with her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend, who, as she rounded the final corner and entered the kitchen, was adorned with a soft, bright white robe and what appeared to be actual egg on his face.

His mishap seemed to have been knocking the bowl over entirely onto the floor, but how he managed to get the substance on his head was something she’d probably never know.

Otherwise, save for the mess he was dressed with and how he clearly avoided using a few fingers, you wouldn’t necessarily know anything had happened. He had continued cooking whatever was left after the disaster with a vigorous hum in his throat, which in this case was four pieces of toast and a few strips of bacon, just as she’d suspected.

So involved he was in this effort, he hadn’t even noticed her in the room until he reached for a spatula that happened to be on the counter next to her.

“H-Hey, Bugaboo” Adrien spoke as smoothly as someone with French toast mixture all over his face could. “Good, um, good morning.”

Ladybug tried as hard as she could to stop from laughing at the sight with no avail, eventually breaking out into a fit of snickering even while she closed the gap between them.

“Good morning yourself, handsome boy.” She still had a few giggles in her throat. “You, heh, need a hand?”

“Actually, this is totally under control.” Something dripped off his chin and onto the floor while he smiled a toothy, unconvincing grin.

Her head shook subtly while she wiped a bit of it off his lips with a few fingertips. “Right, this is definitely what “under control” looks like.”

“Yeah, uh, yeah, no I was just…” His voice trailed off while he peered into her blue-ball eyes, getting lost in them as he had many times over the last twelve hours.

“I was...trying to make you breakfast in bed, but my hand slipped on the bowl and it all kinda...splashed out, so…”

His honesty made her blush and her heart flutter a little, she couldn’t believe she wasn’t still dreaming. At least, she hoped she wasn’t.

“It’s okay, darling.” Ladybug wasn’t sure who the word flustered more. “I, um, heh, I mean, I really appreciate the...effort, but you don’t have to keep going like, er, this.” Her eyes gestured at the mess that coated him from the end of his chin to the tip of his nose.

She flicked the knobs of the stove until both flames went out with one hand while the other coasted along the waist of his robe.

Adrien lowly sighed and put the spatula back down, both of his arms sliding easily over her shoulders and down her back. 

“What, are you saying I don’t look good in this?” He smiled as wide as his cheeks would go.

“You look good in anything, handsome.” She spoke under her breath after stepping up to him. “Er, what I mean is-”

“Is that I should... probably get this stuff off my face, huh?” Adrien nuzzled his thankfully dry forehead down to hers.

The heroine narrowed her eyes and found a few fingers trailing under his chin. “Yeah, we should go shower.” She warmly spoke without a second thought.

“We?” Adrien quickly questioned, trying no to sound too...eager for such a proposal.

Ladybug’s eyes went wide and her movements froze while her mind worked out what had came out of her mouth.

“I-I meant you, you should shower. Alone. You should go shower alone by yourself.” She muttered quickly, her thoughts flowing out with little interruption no matter how much she tried to stop herself. “Unless, you want me to join you? I could wash your back, or I could stay out! I could leave, I could-”

Thankfully for her, the train that was running in her head became derailed when his lips placed themselves onto hers, kissing her softly and slowly so as to get as little of the mixture that coated parts of his face onto hers. 

The comfort and warmth of his steady, passionate embrace made her feel as if she hadn’t left his bed after all.

“You don’t have to go.” His voice was heavy and his heart thumped in his chest a few times. “Ah, I mean, until you want to go, that is, heh.”

She thought on her reply carefully this time, sounding every word out in her head until her confidence solidified, for the time being anyway.

“And if I...Don’t want to go?” Ladybug warmly murmured, wiping a bit of milky egg that had dripped onto her off with a finger. “If I want to just...stay with you, all day?”

“In that case, Bugaboo-” Adrien brushed her hair behind her ears and pecked on her lips again with a smirk curving in the corner of his lips as if he’d taken some of her courage for himself.

“My bed is all yours.”

[chi-capricorni]

[ Honestly the day I actually like my starting post is the day the world has gone to shit bc....honestly...this is trash lmao @vellichor-hiraeth]

For a Friday night, Old Nick’s (everyone’s favorite townie bar) was barely occupied. And those who occupied it, were not the sort that that Apollo tended to find himself hanging around. With one fluid motion, he pulled the glass of auburn liquid to his lips and let out a grumble from just beyond the rim of the glass. A thick but compact book sat on the table, almost resembling a bible but the french title, in gold across the binding, Les Miserables. 

Of fucking course. The angel on his shoulder would have scoffed. It was a funny thing, his fascination with books...especially original french or italian printings they just excited him whenever he got his hands on one. They always tagged along on lonely nights at the bar, or more poetic...his late night walks through the on campus park that had recently become notorious for its spree of animal attacks.

The usually quiet park was a romantic hot spot, and there was no shortage of young woman passing by and taking note of the literature.

Bringing the glass back down to the bar, Apollo curled his lip, adjusting his posture and stretching out his legs through at that length his gangly limbs hit the bottom of the bar causing him to recoil. Pain was one of the things he had to relearn when he’d been turned all those years ago. A funny bone didn’t illicit the same response it had when his thin limbs had been coursing with human life.

/Melancholy as always/ the thought slipped through his mind and as he brought his feet back to rest on the stool a smile crept across his lips and like clockwork the door slammed open and the Friday night rush managed to over take the bar. Suddenly, the bar was filled to the brim with friends joining together. The smashing of pool balls against the table, and of course…a very busy bartender too engulfed in the hubbub of frat brothers ordering pitchers to catch Apollo reaching up out of the corner of his eye.

Juniper let her group of friends walk ahead, eyes fixated on her phone as she scrolled through text after text between herself and the flake.

/ What is it about college towns…? / a sigh slipped from between her lips, red, she’d put on make-up for this.

/ Jesus… / with a second sigh she approached the bar. She could still have fun without some idiot geology major annoying her to death with awful rock puns. With that thought she joined as another group entered the bar. A wave of warm air swept over her and with a smooth motion she removed her jacket, her eyes never leaving her surroundings. June could see a familiar face or two, but no one she knew well enough to approach on a night out.

Her hair was pulled back in an intricate braid, thank god no one had ever asked her to achieve that on her own. June was no stranger to abusing powers meant for greater things, and giving herself a nice hairstyle before going out was not one of them. Silly rituals like that would get her in trouble. Biting her lip she slipped between the crowd, after a while finding a space to occupy by the dartboards.

She watched two men out of the corner of her eye, between every throw they took a swig stopping for a moment to pass some words between each other. It always seemed to her that she was an outsider looking in, as though 20+ years of lived experience  (as a human no less) made her better then everyone else. Stupid.

Her attention turned to the bar, a shriek coming from a sorority girl as her drink slipped, spilling on an already tragic fashion choice. Juniper’s eyes darted around the bar with unease…screams were something people had been hearing a lot of with the animal attacks. Something she was sure local authorities weren’t spilling all the beans on.

Turning back to the men in the corner, she tried to focus her attention again but she felt a shiver run down her spine, catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure lounging at one of booths.