#noblefic

[noblechaton]

untitled Ann/Makoto sleepover thing

hi. wrote this in the realm of discord snippets recently and thought it was kinda cute and solid enough to post and so. viola

I don't actually know what buchimaru is btw

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"Ohmigosh," Ann's eyes widened, her fingers raised to her mouth as she loudly questioned. "Is that what I think it is?"

Makoto spun around on her heel after she'd removed her shoes and locked the apartment door behind herself and her own eyes grew wide - though for far different reasons, despite the shared cause, than Ann's own. She raced around the corner without a second thought and dodged past Ann's body, with a near primal instinct surging within her that saw her lunge across her bed. With speed and desperation in equal measure, Makoto quickly tried to obscure the truth and nearly made a mess of her room.

All to nudge a large, stuffed panda from her mattress.

"No." Makoto replied as she came to lay on one side, facing towards Ann with an obviously forced grin. "That was just, uh…"

"A body pillow?" Ann chuckled as she crossed her arms.

"Yes!" Makoto nodded her head, then swiftly and aggressively shook it. "I mean, no, it, er-"

"Relax," Ann continued to giggle on her way into Makoto's bedroom. "I know what it is, who it is. And honestly, I'm kinda jealous."

"Wha…" Makoto raised a brow, a twinge of red to her face and her voice softening as she spoke. "Jealous of…Buchimaru-kun?"

"Duh." Ann reached over her and retrieved the oversized plush, just to cuddle it to her chest. "Big and soft and squishy. Who wouldn't be?"

"Er…I just figured it was, you know…" Makoto adjusted her posture, until she was sat crosslegged in front of her with her eyes away. "Childish."

"Nah, not at all!" Ann cheerfully affirmed, the plush offered back to its rightful owner. "And even if it was, what's wrong with that? We've all got our interests."

"Right," Makoto almost greedily took back her Buchimaru-kun, a timid grin as she finally came to look at Ann. "Just…not something I see you guys flaunting all that much, so I just assumed it'd be..."

"Embarrassing? You kidding?" Ann rummaged through the back at her side, until she came to brandish an old styled DVD. "Like I said, we've all got our things."

Makoto perked up as she stared at a vibrant cover adorned with a grey and black suited man. "Is that…a copy of that old import show? The one about bats, or something? That's what we're watching?"

"Yup," Ann grinned confidently from behind the case as she popped it open. "And tonight. Niijima-senpai, you're gonna find out where Panther got her start."

Makoto gave a flushed smirk as she nodded Ann onward, her shoulder relaxed as Ann stood up from the bed. While Ann fiddled with the DVD player Makoto had long since smuggled away, Makoto pulled her jacket off and let herself fall back along the mattress with a relieved breath in her throat.

She'd hidden her interest in the adventures of stuffed pandas so well, for so long, none of those she'd considered a friend having caught on as far as she'd known. But, having been swept up in the discussion and planning out of this evening, a night in with Ann, she'd grown careless enough now that her secret was certainly out. Makoto stared up at the ceiling, still twinged in red - until the theme tune from Ann's DVD started.

Makoto sat up slowly and found Ann continuing to struggle with the device, now sat at the foot of the bed. She eased herself downward and slipped the master remote from Ann's grasp, a slight chuckle quiet on her lips. A few taps of a few buttons and not only did the picture look far more appropriately colored, but they'd managed to navigate the main menu.

She handed the remote back and retreated along her bed while Ann tabbed around for a time. Subtitles were turned on, audio was adjusted and soon enough the first of however many episodes had been loaded up and swiftly paused. Ann then joined Makoto at the head of the mattress, Makoto leaned timidly over until she could reach for and reclaim Buchimaru.

And as Ann settled in beside her with a cheery smile on her face, Makoto brought her plushy slowly across her lap. Then, even more gradually, she pulled Buchimaru until the oversized plush was left to rest atop them both, effectively shared between them. Makoto smiled back at Ann a far softer grin, and the two eased their heads together just as Ann pressed play.

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[ladiesguy1122]

Halo: Reach - Noble Team Armour Recreations (White & Blue).

[nunoxaviermoreira]

Viúva-de-patas-vermelhas, Noble false widow (Steatoda nobilis)

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[honraire]

also tell me about if tati dies how is he then yup yup

document : the concept of tatiana’s death .

do not steal , replicate , or use headcanons as your own .

it is safe to say that it destroys him . he has lost many people close to him in his life , but never had one of those people been a lover . tatiana is special to him , immensely so , and he would do anything to keep her safe and out of harm’s way , even if it means giving up his right to freedom for her as we see in game . so the thought of losing her is suffocating and painful for him , the mere thought of it would cause anxiety . however , if she dies , camus would not be the same , that i can say for certain . it would be hard for him to move on , and at most , he would never truly be able to move on as she had such a heavy impact on him and who he is .

it is true that he ultimately disappears , never to be seen and can only be linked to fleeting sightings . camus becomes a more distant , cold and melancholic man . he keeps to himself and doesn’t deal or interact with people around him , at most is if he is passing through a town in need of something , and even then . most people do not recognize him and cannot truly confirm seeing him in the end , he’s become that of a ghost to those who DID know / fought alongside him . he is , essentially , considered to be mia after the war if tatiana dies .

[krulfed-blog]

hm you aight i guess

❝  TCH,  ❞     HUMANS  or  vampires.  it  didn’t  matter.   he  hated  them  all.      ❝   …i  don’t  need  your  approval.  ❞  

[foxkage]

@noblefates

“Ne ne Hinata,” he calls, “guess what I’m wearing? The smile you gave me.”

[noblechaton]

i want the K with Ladrien

2. Cheek Kiss

Mere minutes ago, Adrien Agreste had been frantically looking for somewhere to hide from the similarly panicking crowd. Another day in Paris, another akuma attacking the city - despite the pouring rain and his plans to put as much distance between himself and his home as he could.

Unfortunately, he hadn't found space enough to safely transform before the beast of the week had scooped him from the ground, again endangering his life. Luckily enough, however, this one was sloppy, simple, it only took Ladybug appearing with a few furious jabs before the skyscraper sized monster was brought down.

And with it, so too did Adrien Agreste once again fall like the many uncountable times before. He'd only made it a few stories down before he was caught by the ever comforting arms of his hero, with Ladybug expertly swiping him from the air and carrying him away from the bustling crowd below, themselves returning to their more normal behavior at a record rate.

The rain quickly proved more a threat than the akuma, an uncertain grip on Adrien's ruined clothes prompting Ladybug to briefly land on a rooftop. She called out for her charm, Adrien curious as to what she might receive with the akuma already beaten. Finding himself in luck again, Ladybug was soon stood before him with a red and black spotted umbrella in her hands and a smile on her face.

"I, uh, guess this is for you, huh?" She chuckled, offering her lucky charm over.

Adrien accepted it, but leaned the umbrella over her head with a subtle grin along his lips. "Well, I think there's room enough for both of us, no?"

"I...appreciate the thought," Ladybug softly blushed, nudging his hand back. "But I kinda need to be able to swing."

"Oh, oh, uh-" Adrien flashed a brighter shade of crimson, hand at the back of his neck. "Right, yeah, er, sorry."

"It's alright." Ladybug giggled, fist over her mouth. "You, uh, ready to go?"

With a nod and a bashful look, Adrien found himself in her arms again. One around his back, the other lacing along the underside of his thighs as she effortlessly picked him up. His own grip tight on the umbrella and his palm along her shoulder blade, Adrien did his best to guard the both of them as she swung them through the city. He didn't question where she was going, this sort of situation commonplace enough now that he already knew her intentions.

And after a rapidly passing few blocks and some skillful umbrella management, Adrien's eyes fixated on the mansion they rapidly approached. The lights dim, the halls as empty as ever. So much had happened to him now that, though it was his home, Adrien almost found more comfort in a moment like this - drenched by the downpour of rain and carried tight against Ladybug's body.

Yet his feet found the ground again all the same, coming to rest on the doorstep to what had become his mansion. Adrien got his bearings and balance back, then started to open the door without much consideration, lost in the grey clouds within his mind until the umbrella he still clung to nudged against the oversized doorway.

"Ah, uh," Adrien swallowed, offering the charm back to her with a timid smile. "Sorry, but I think this is yours."

"Of course." Ladybug smirked back, giving a nod that tapered off as she noticed his expression and came instead to question him. "Uh, are you...okay, Adrien?"

"Hm? Yeah, of course." Adrien answered, his back to her and his head slightly tilted over his shoulder. "Er, thanks again, for the save."

The pattering of the rain intensified, clashing against the cold concrete and metal that made up the Agreste mansion. Adrien didn't move at first, his head dipping forward as he almost reluctantly reached for the doorknob. His hand was intercepted, however, a tug at his wrist pulling him back and a firm palm against his own getting him to turn back around.

Before him stood a Ladybug wearing a look of understanding or, at least, of care. She gripped him tightly, rainwater squeezing out from between their hands. Confusion on his brow, Adrien's lips gaped slightly and that twinge of red along his face darkened. Crimson flared as Ladybug then, without a word, leaned towards him.

Ladybug pressed a kiss to his cheek, her lips firm to his chilled flesh. She wrapped her fingers around his, holding onto Adrien's hand with a warm, comforting grip while she slowly pried herself just inches away. Once her lips pulled free, a brief stain of her lipstick was left behind, itself washed away by the rain as it drained down his cheek.

Adrien stood, wide eyed and speechless save a quieted gasp. Whatever dour feelings he'd had were overwhelmed with the warmth of her lips, the heat of her breath. He'd find no clarity in this storm, however, with Ladybug slipping away just as easily as she'd pulled him in, replacing her grasp with the umbrella he'd returned, his fingers wrapping around the magical metal on instinct.

Ladybug smiled at him, despite the rain, with a loving mutter on her tongue.

"Anytime, Adrien."

With a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder, she was gone. A rapidly fading speck that swung through the distance. Adrien followed her until he simply couldn't make her out over the cloudy Paris skyline any further, that depressed expression his face shifting once she'd fully disappeared. There, in the pouring rain, in front of the empty home that had caged him for so long and the dull life that awaited him, Adrien trailed a finger along his cheek and came to smile with warmth.

For the sun would, one day, shine again.

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[orchideafarfalla]

 by NobleFate

[honraire]

so tell me about him after coming home from archanea n he n tati live together tell me about his moods and everything ya ya ya

document : life with tatiana and moods .

do not steal , replicate , or use headcanons as your own .

camus is known to be quite the caring and gentle soul towards people he cares a great deal about . this is seen with the supports between him and tatiana , as well as their quotes together . when he returns to tatiana , it is safe to say that there is a visible change in demeanor . he doesn’t wish to disturb tatiana with the stories of his past as his past holds many dark , tragic , and unnerving tales . and he is sure that it would sadden tatiana should she know that his memories have returned . it is known that she harbors anxiety over this because she believes it would change who he is and she fears he would leave because of it .

but this is definitely not the case with camus . while he does regain his memories , this does not change the fact that he loves her , truly and faithfully . she is everything to him , she was the salvation he needed and she was the one who mended him and cared for him in ways that could never be replaced . she is his kryptonite . they live a quiet life together in a cute little village , many of the children that run around and play have taken quite the liking to tatiana for her soft and kind soul . while some shy from camus due to the distant and somewhat steely aura he gives off . but we all know it’s a habit he cannot get rid of , but this also doesn’t mean he is a cold man , no , he is warm and inviting , protective and kind . when one gets to know him , he’s that of a safe haven .

[selflessreign]

hewwo this is my custom mu Lucio , pairing with the dumbasses @mystfate , @spellfate , @noblefated & @warfate 

[foxkage]

Kiiiiss kissss

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

2/3

@noblefates

He’s going to live up to his title of being unpredictable today. Released for a short break from his lectures, Naruto wandered off to the market. Low and behold he found his girlfriend doing some shopping. Seeing her so absorbed in her tasks and so oblivious to his presence he found himself thinking of a way to surprise her. 

There aren’t many that can claim they sneaked up on a Hyūga right? Well he is about to beat those odds! Rubbing his hands together, Naruto puts his amazing stealth skills to the test. Really though it’s putting his limited patience to the test. Could these people stop getting in the way so much? Trying to keep himself from pouting, he trails after Hinata. 

When the opening presents himself, he doesn’t care if it’s the right one or not. He goes for it! Racing up the young woman he wraps his arms around her waist and picks her, spinning her once with a grin on his features. 

Upon setting her feet again, he leans and presses a kiss on her nose. Only to curse when he notices he spilled all her groceries! Dang it!

“Crap Hinata, I’m sorry!” Quickly he runs around picking up the produce, hoping none of it got damaged. Dumping them back in her basket, he rubs the back of his neck with a laugh, apologizing to her once more. Though upon recovering, his eyes gain a mischievous gleam. Leaning down, nose almost touching he asks excitedly: 

“Soo did I surprise ya Hinata-chan?” 

[noblechaton]

Ladynoir “Shut up and kiss me already.”

hey what if Strikeback part 2 went a little differently? anyway-

"Why..." Ladybug shivered, glancing towards her partner with her head still firmly in her hands. "Why don't you just...give up on me?"

Disaster had struck, Shadow Moth had effectively won. Through some heinous scheme with who she'd since learned was actually Félix, he'd obtained the miracle box right from under her nose. Now an image of his face had appeared over the city she'd failed, taunting the heroine who'd failed it.

Yet by her side, despite near total defeat and the pouring rain, still stood Chat Noir. Her partner through all of this, who she'd tried to push away out of a misplaced sense of safety and security. He remained motionless beside her, glaring at the image of Shadow Moth that further clouded the Parisian sky.

"I lost all of the miraculous, I'm the worst guardian ever!" Ladybug sniffled and trembled through her words.

Chat subtly flinched, but kept his eyes forward and his head up. It was impossible for Ladybug, despite her distress and anxiety, not to grow confused. He didn't extend a hand, didn't interrupt her sobbed rambling, instead allowing her a space to let how she felt in this moment out - and she took full advantage of it, her head tilting towards the rooftop beneath them as she balled herself up and continued.

"And you..." Ladybug cradled her head between her hands. "I lied to you, I kept you at a distance. Every time you offered to help, I...I never took it!

At his side, Chat Noir's fingers twitched. His teeth flashed behind his lips, almost as if to growl at the maniacal laughter that boomed across Paris. Ladybug again peeked at him past her fingers, her heart racing as she stared at her partner. At the one who'd not yet left her side, who'd been there all this time. This defeat stung, however, and it felt all she could do was let out a withheld gasp, tears rolling down her cheeks in the rain.

"I'm...a failure, Chat Noir," Ladybug cried into the spandex on her hands. "I ruined everything."

Her heart pounded in her chest as it all truly sank in. Desolation burned in her mind, a darkness enveloping her thoughts that she might have drowned in, if not for the hand that reached towards her. It took her a moment to notice, to process the leather that offered her respite from despair. Her fingers trembled, her eyes puffy and red beneath her mask.

"My lady," Chat spoke, a crack of lightning around them as he urged her to take his hand with a smile somehow on his face. "Please."

Ladybug's fingers curled slowly around his palm, squeezing him tight once she had a gasp despite the confusion on her brow. Crimson lit her cheeks aflame, a blush so fierce that she couldn't hide it even if she'd wanted to. With a breath of cold, rainy air, she pushed herself upwards. Her muscles ached as she slowly came to stand next to him again, where she belonged.

"We're going to get them back." Chat stated, the leather of his glove audibly straining from how tightly he gripped her hand. "One by one, until the last."

"Chat-" Ladybug meekly attempted to interrupt, an instinct brought on by the fear and anxiety that had threatened to overwhelm her.

Chat wouldn't let them take her, smiling wider as he continued. "And then we'll make sure this never happens again."

"You..." Ladybug wiped the back of her hand along her face. "And me?"

"You, the best superhero who ever was," Chat Noir nodded towards the crowd, the cheers of her name swelling to a fever pitch. "Them, the people of Paris."

Ladybug's face grew brighter, the outpour of support from below rising above any taunts Shadow Moth could give. Their voices smothered his, though none in the moment were quite as loud on her ears than the one that stood right next to her, his eyes narrowed at her own.

"And me," Chat continued, wiping a tear from the edge of her mask. "Your loyal partner."

It broke her, a crack of her voice stopping her from speaking. Instead she clutched at his wrist, just beneath the cuff of his suit, and held his hand to her face for a moment. Chat came to subtly blush too, doing what felt natural in thumbing the rainwater from her cheek as she nuzzled her head to his palm.

"We're going to win, my lady, you're going to win." Chat went on, pressing his forehead to hers. "I know you will, because you're the best of us, because I...I love-"

"Just-" Ladybug stopped him with a thumb to his lips. "Just shut up and kiss me already."

She leaned on him, against his chest, and took a breath. Her lips parted and her fingers slipped from his own. Ladybug let her arms sink down his shoulders, with Chat taking the initiative in wrapping his own around her in a tight embrace. Rain poured around them, the crowd still chanting her name as another strike of lightning flashed across the darkened sky. Fear, frustration and despair all melted away as her lips pressed to his, a shuddering breath and a tingle on her skin as Chat kissed her right back, just as firmly.

Ladybug swallowed, parting from him just slightly with her heart beating in tune with the pattering of rain and her forehead to his own. Her arms pulled up enough that her hands were on his either cheek, holding him tenderly as thunder echoed throughout the night. Chat Noir stood there with her, as he always did, with a smile on his face and devotion in his heart. And slowly he reached up, prying her hands from his face and again placing fingers between her own as he came to step slightly back.

The Parisians below still cheering, her partner's hand in her own, she again looked to him without a word. Chat Noir simply nodded back, squeezing her hand tightly as he returned to her side with a confident grin along his lips. She then looked ahead, at the incredible challenge that awaited her - awaited them - and felt not despair, but courage. For, there in the downpour, it was Ladybug and Chat Noir against the world. And, just as they always had, as they always should,

They stood together.

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[sinaesthesias]

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………. well he was a v irgin and we barely started dating and………….. god i want to fuck your cousin. #awkward

okay first all, gross. second of all, i’m pretty certain almost every woman in the world wants to, except me. third of all, girl, work what you got. i got some sexy perfume and some hella cute clothes. go get ‘em. drop him to his knees and be like, “worship me, now.” he’s a guy, he’ll know what to do. i mean, there’s nothing wrong with a quick fuck.... well not quick because we uzumaki’s are NOT quick, and we can go for days at a time; POINT REMAINS. GO GET HIM, GIRL.