#this does not include my most favourite smug cat

[haine-kleine]

This genre of characters

[idolatrybarbie]

(belatedly) for my 50 follower celebration! @wannab-urs asked: max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." with a twist!

pairing: max phillips x fem!vampire!reader

word count & rating: 1.9k | explicit

content tags: reader is not American/not an "American vampire", porn with mild plot, pet names (honey, baby, sweetie, Maxxie), all the usual vampire genre warnings, including but not limited to - graphic blood and gore, cannibalism, mention of scars, horror themes, love as consumption, smut - mommy kink, degradation (max gets called a slut), cock slapping, dacryphilia if you squint, orgasm denial, handjob, alcohol mention, fluff.

notes: a good ol' hj. this is super belated but life got a little bit better again today so it's time to celebrate. tagging people who expressed interest in this concept at the bottom, mwah <3

He’s got a scar on his left shoulder where you marked him the first time. It seems like so long ago when you’d first taken him into your arms and shown him a new life. A new way to live with the gift he’d been given. Now he has dozens of other scars just like it, bigger or smaller in different places. Still, that one remains your favourite.

When Max wakes, his wrists are already bound together against the winding filigree of the headboard. You considered a hog tie, deciding against it when you got out the rope. For this, you want to see him. All of him.

He wriggles slightly as he comes to, returning from whatever the undead take for sleep. His kind are different from yours. It is what drew you to him in the first place. The great American vampire—you’d never seen one up close. His blood smelled so rich when you first met. You made it your mission for Max Phillips to be yours…and now, he is.

“What’s all this?” he asks, shifting his legs around. They move beneath the covers, rumpling the sheets.

“A project,” you say, sitting by his feet. If your heart could beat, it would be pounding in your chest. The anticipation is everything—this little cat and mouse ordeal being the delicious tip of the iceberg.

“A project?”

“More like a test. Been a while since you’ve had one of those, huh, Maxxie?” you ask.

Max enjoys taking. Pleasure is in the take, of keeping something. This suits you well enough most days; he’s well-behaved and generous. Pleasure is the foreground, but you both know who’s in control behind the scenes.

Some days, though, you aren’t satisfied in being the woman behind the curtain. Some days, you like for Max to give you a little show. Giving for him means giving it all. Today is one of those days.

“Honey,” he says, smugness wiped from his tone. “You know I’m no good at tests.”

“You’re wrong,” you return. “You are going to do just fine.” Max’s brow furrows when you press his nose like a button, grinning down at his body. “I’m going to make you feel good. But you aren’t allowed to finish. Not ‘til I tell you to. Simple, easy. You can do that, Max. Right?”

He wriggles on the bed a bit more, trying to keep his movements controlled and hidden from you. The thought must stir something in his stomach, a whispered yes falling from his lips. You get on the bed properly now, one knee on either side of his legs. Running your hands over the exposed skin of his thighs makes Max shudder. All the silvery marks and mottled skin beneath your hands makes you wet, getting to feel what you’ve done to him.

When you move your hands closer to the hardness in his briefs, Max freezes. He lets you work the piece of clothing from him as he watches. Discarding the underwear on the floor, you focus your attention back on him. The head of his cock is the slightest bit red, the blood he’s consumed flushing his skin.

“Aw, that looks like it hurts,” you say.

“It does,” Max nods. His words elicit no reaction from you, watching him from your seat over his knees. He corrects himself, “It does, Mommy. Sorry.”

You take him into your hand then, the skin of his cock warm against your palm. Another neat trick of the American vampire: warm-blooded. Your skin must feel ice cold against him, but you think he likes that. Max cants his hips up the slightest bit. He’s hoping you won’t notice. Unfortunately for him, you do.

Pulling your hand away, Max groans at the loss of touch. His cock stands at attention, waiting for anything you’re willing to give him. With an open palm, you slap it length-wise. Max draws in a sudden breath, hips jumping.

“Mommy, please. I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” you say with the shake of your head. “Every time you misbehave is just extra time you have to wait. So…one.”

“Mommy—” Max begins.

“Don’t make it worse for yourself, Maxxie.”

You go back to stroking him with light hand movements, watching Max bite his tongue. You pinch the skin at his shoulder and watch his arm jerk away. It makes you laugh.

“You don’t like a little bit of pain?” you ask.

“No,” he says.

Your palm is slick with his precum, lubricating every slide of your hand. Picking up the pace a little bit makes Max part his lips in a moan. When his eyelids flutter, you scrape the nails of your other hand against the skin of his thigh. His breath catches in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling.

“You know what? You’re a terrible liar,” you say.

“I’m not lying, Mommy. I promise,” Max says. Your hand is still on him. His eyes are glued to your face when they open again, resisting the urge to look down at where you two touch.

“Yeah, you are,” you singsong.

You scratch at his thigh again, feeling the skin break. There’s something about digging your nails in and feeling blood and tissue underneath that just does it for you. You rub the pads of your fingers into the scratch, coaxing blood from the wound. Smeared red, you bring those fingers to your lips to savour.

“Fuck.”

“A bad word? That’s two.” Max throws his head back against the metal of the headboard with a light thunk. “You like it. I can taste it,” you say. “Like it when I hurt you a little, huh?”

“Mommy,” Max pants.

“Baby, it’s okay. No shame in that.” Moving closer to his ear, you hum. “It’s alright being mommy’s little pain slut.”

The words elicit begging from the man beneath you, a desperate string of pleasepleaseplease filling the air. You know he’s close. It doesn’t mean much to you.

“No baby.” You slow your hand down, pumping his cock languidly as it leaks across your fingers. “We’re not done yet.” Getting a grip at the base of his length, you squeeze him. He sighs hard through his nose as the building fire in his gut dulls to an ebb.

“This isn’t fair,” Max complains.

“Mmhm,” you purr, cheek to cheek now. “You think that bad boys get fair?” Nuzzling into the warmth of his skin sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” he says.

“I don’t believe you.” So close to his body, your mouth waters at the smell of him. You lick at Max’s jaw, trailing your tongue along the column of his throat before reaching his shoulder. “You want to be a good boy? Let me take a bite.”

“Mommy—”

“Maxxie.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, giving you permission. First you mouth at the skin, feeling it against your lips. Reveling in his heat. You resume the pace of your hand jerking him off, the hard lines of his shoulders relaxing. Max’s cock is wet and sloppy between the two of you, bright red and probably aching. Just how you want him.

The bite you take is small, flesh spongy between your sharp teeth. It’s soft in your mouth, sliding between your tongue and palate when it goes down easy. Max bleeds, a dribble spilling into a small stream across his chest and down his arm. You lick at the crimson, letting it pool in your mouth as you perch your lips over the wound.

His blood slides to the bed, soaking white sheets a dark red. In another life, it would be a bottle of Zinfandel carelessly spilled—a waste of the best wine in the world. In this life, Max is the only vice you need. His flavour, the flow, that potency. The taste of Max Phillips on your tongue makes you lightheaded. Plasma and platelets, sure, but so much more. It’s heady and raw; the tang of a rough fuck and a sweet kill.

That rush of ending a life. Holding someone’s soul in your hands and snuffing it out. You can feel every life that he has taken, theirs for his own immortal one. It’s their blood, truly, but all of it has been mixed up and ran through Max’s body enough to make it uniquely him. What better high is there than ravaging and killing the man who kills, and knowing you get to do it all over again?

You ask, “More?”

He says, “Yes.”

So you take another bite, and another. All of them surface wounds. They will heal and scar. His body will knit itself back together all for you to tear him apart again. Just the way you like it. The way he does, too.

You deny him twice more of his release, tutting carefully as you watch Max reel back from the edge over and over. Your hand on his dick must hurt more than the biting or the denial now, but he hasn’t told you to stop.

“Mommy, I can’t,” he shakes his head. “I can’t, I can’t.”

You love reducing such a smug and self-assured creature to a sniveling little boy.

“Do you want me to stop?”

A cry tears itself from his throat, your hand still moving quickly. Blood has pooled in his lap, streaking across his hips and thighs.

“No, I just—I can’t,” he snarls. Max’s face morphs into that distinguishable frightening form. His true self. That doesn’t scare you, though.

“You can and you will, baby. You’re almost there. So close. You’re doing so good for mommy,” you say. Kissing his cheeks, you can’t help when your tongue darts out to catch a tear that falls. “What do you need?”

“Kiss me. Please,” Max says. His words come out breathy, light gasps punctuating each one. “Tell me you love me.”

“Aw, Maxxie. Of course I love you. You look so pretty like this.”

Pressing a peck to his nose has Max melting. He leans his torso against you when you finally connect at the mouth. The kiss is soft and slow, the exact opposite of your hand around his length. You slip him your tongue, letting Max taste himself. He moans into your mouth before he pulls away the slightest bit.

He’s breathing against you, still trying to participate in the kiss as he falls off the edge; as you push him. He cums quietly, only a low whimper and heavy breathing to show for it. His spend is sticky across the back of your hand. It dribbles down to your wrist. One liquid mixes in with another, semen and gore staining the both of you.

You cradle his cheek with the messy palm of your hand. The haze in his eyes clears and Max refocuses, looking at you.

“There’s my baby,” you sigh. “Do you feel good?”

The wounds have started to clot, flow slowing as blood dries over his skin and yours. He nuzzles into your cold hand.

“Feel great,” he smiles, and you can tell that he’s back to himself.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” you ask.

“Just a minute,” Max says. He puts his arms around you, holding you tight and pulling your body into the mess. Blood smears against your clothes, but you could not care less. “Thank you. I love you.”

You can feel his words thrumming in your veins.

tagging: @beskarandblasters @covetyou

[fific7]

Dangerous and Divine - Part 17

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 Hopefully you’ve guessed by now that is my “Billy Russo Deserves Real Love AU” as I totally refuse to accept what happened in S2! The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

“Are you sure about that, Billy?” He laughed nervously, but replied, “Very sure, sweetheart.”

You thought that was really brave of him, considering you were holding his favourite weapon in your hand. You shrugged, “I’ll get the information out of you one way or another, Russo.”

He laughed, “You’ll need to get past all the Marine training first, sweetheart!”

You rolled his cock between your palms then gave his balls a long firm squeeze, hearing a loud groan from him. “What was that you were you saying, sweetheart?” you snarked back at him. Laughing, he gasped, “Do your worst!”

You wrapped two fingers round his tip and squeezed quite hard, eliciting a low grunt from Billy. Then you really set to work on him, using a lethal combination of your mouth and hands. You could hear him whimpering above you, but thought you’d better not risk calling him a puppy again.

“What’s this surprise, hmm Russo?” you asked, before swirling your tongue right around his tip and down onto his slit, teasing it before dragging your teeth very gently down his length. Billy thrashed on the bed, crying out and grabbing a handful of your hair, “uhhh... unnhh!!!” You were now licking his cock very slowly and deliberately; all of a sudden Billy’s hips jerked forward like a pile driver, he shouted “Fuck!!!” and came, really hard.

You daintily wiped a finger across your lips once you’d finished swallowing Billy’s come and rested your chin on his chest, giving him your version of puppydog eyes. “Aww, c’mon Billy, tell me!” You tickled his lower stomach and smiled when you saw the muscles rippling and contracting under your touch. His head was lying right back on the pillows, chin upturned towards the ceiling and you gazed fondly at his beardy neck. He was huffing out breaths and finally tilted his head down towards you, gazing at you with wide eyes.

He merely shook his head, saying nothing and still gasping. “Cat got your tongue?” you teased, remembering how he’d ribbed you for being speechless after sex. His husky voice said, “No, an angel’s got it,” smiling down at you and you stuck your tongue out at him. “Whilst that little session just blew my goddamn fuckin’ mind as well as my balls, I’m not cavin’, sweetheart,” he smirked. “You’re just gonna have to be patient.”

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The next morning, you were gently shaken awake. You forced your eyes open, rubbing them while yawning, only to see Billy standing over you, bare naked and holding a tray. “Breakfast in bed, sweetheart,” he cooed, putting the tray down on the bedside table beside you. Trying to drag your eyes away from the view currently being presented to you, eventually you managed to stutter, “That.. uh, that’s uhh really sweet of you, Billy.”

Of course the Russo Smirk was in place, and his hands were now on his hips. He knew exactly what you were looking at, and why you were losing your words. He was putting himself on display for you like a peacock, you thought. Then your mind skipped to all those nature programmes you’d watched, where the female of the species sat on a branch and watched the males displaying themselves, before picking the best of the bunch and mating with them.

Hmmm, you thought, Mother Nature had something there - better than the humans did. Although you did take offence over the fact that the females were usually always small and dowdy and boring-looking. While they did get the pick of the males at the end of the day, you weren’t happy with that aspect of things. However, you suspected that underneath those unassuming exteriors, the females were actually done up like guest contestants on RuPaul’s Drag Race, and gave their chosen males a massive shock when they reached the bedroom (nest, hole in a tree, rainforest, whatever) and unveiled themselves in all their true splendour.

You tore your thoughts away from nature and its mysteries, and found yourself still staring at Billy’s lush body. Then you realised he was waving his hand in front of your face, “Hey! Hello! Hey, sweetheart!” You stared up at him, “Oh, uhhh, sorry - I was thinking about birds of paradise.” He burst out laughing, “Huh?” You shook your head, “I’ll explain it to you sometime. I’m not as crazy as I sound.”

He leapt full-length onto the bed beside you, bouncing you up slightly off the bed in the process. Reaching over and picking up the tray from the side, he placed it carefully on your lap. Your eyes widened in pleasure as you looked down at the plate... he’d made Eggs Benedict! “Oh my god, Billy - you didn’t!” He smiled, looking smug, “You told me it’s your favourite! Well, alongside scrambled eggs with smoked salmon. An’ I’ve already shown off my scrambled eggs to you, so here ya go... my Eggs Benedict but without the ham. Just like the lady ordered.”

You picked up the paper napkin and unfolded it, noticing that Billy had drawn a big heart on it with a little smiley face in the middle. Chuckling, you turned it towards him, “Really? Are you sure you were in the Marines, Billy Russo? A sniper? Trained in unarmed combat and still walking around with weapons concealed in every available part of your body??!!” He smiled, looking down at the tray and fiddling with the edge of it, face that cute shade of pink again.

His eyes came up and met yours again, “I know, I know!” Laughing, he carried on, “Look, angel... this is all still a bit unreal for me, okay? Spent my whole life bein’ a ‘never get involved’ kinda guy, to put it mildly - and politely.” His hand went to your face, and his thumb ran gently over your bottom lip. “Met you, an’... an’....boom! It’s like I’ve been hit by a fuckin’ grenade or sumthin’.” He laughed, “Knocked me clean out I reckon, yeah. Woke up and hey - I’m stoned in love with you. Still tryin’ to get my head round it, but it’s how I feel...” he shrugged, still stroking softly, “...maybe this is payback, y’know? Fate just thought, there’s that Billy Russo runnin’ all over town with lots of different women, let’s just teach him a lesson.”

His big dark eyes met yours, an apologetic look in them and a lock of hair falling cutely over one temple. He continued, “Let’s hit him so hard with a case of love at first sight it’ll knock him into next year, never mind next week.” His hand moved to your cheek, laying it gently against it, “And here I am. A lovesick Romeo, as a certain person put it. I’ve fallen so hard and so fast for you and it really, really scares me. I think if you left me, I... well, I think I’d die. I love you so damn much, angel.”

You were staring at him, mesmerised, as he spilled this to you. Couldn’t even get irritated at the passing mention of the Scorned Woman. Feeling your face blush, and sure you’d melted into a human puddle, you leant towards him and kissed him. With passion. He kissed you back, arm going round your neck and pulling you closer to him. You pulled away, putting your lips to his ear and whispering, “I love you, Russo.”

He reared back, a huge smile on his face, “You said it! You said ‘I love you’ to me!!!”

Still blushing, you nodded, “Uh-huh, I did.”

He grabbed you and pulled you up against his chest, and you heard a deep chuckle, “I knew pester power would work one-a these days!”

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You’d untangled yourself from him after that, saying that your eggs were getting cold. “Hey!” he said, “.... we’re talkin’ ’bout serious stuff here, sweetheart!”

You smiled, “Food is serious to me too, y’know!” He’d shaken his head, mock-sulking, “Okay then, here we go.” Your hand went to the cutlery, but he grabbed it before you could. Then he cut into one of the poached eggs and toasted sourdough base, and you watched entranced as the egg yolk slowly ran out of it like liquid gold and mixed in with the hollandaise sauce.

He made another couple of cuts with the knife and then stuck the fork into the bit of egg he’d cut off for you, swirling it around to pick up more sauce. “Open up, sweetheart,” he grinned, a suggestive look on his face. Rolling your eyes, you did as he said, and he placed the dripping forkload carefully into your mouth. Savouring it as you chewed, you mumbled round the mouthful, “This is really good! Did you make the sauce yourself? Or did it come out of a jar?”

Billy looked outraged, “A jar!! A jar??” he growled, “No, it did not! It was made from scratch by these fair hands,” and he held up his big hands in front of you, turning them back and forward. You looked lovingly at them; you adored Billy’s long slim fingers. “Okay, Chef - sorry I’m sure!” you laughed.

You’d let Billy feed you another forkful before grabbing the knife and fork off him, and then you started cutting up and shovelling the eggs into your mouth in a rather unladylike manner. Billy looked a bit offended, and you realised you’d spoiled his little romantic moment, so you ran your fingers through his hair, saying guiltily between mouthfuls, “Too slow, sweets. They’re getting cold, plus I’m really enjoying this so I needed to speed up my intake.” A small smile played over his lips, “Okay, then.”

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After breakfast and a nice soak in the bath together, where you absolutely didn’t give Billy a helping hand when he got a sudden and rampant hard-on (okay, yes - you did), the two of you threw on some casual clothes and went out for a walk to make the most of the sunny morning. He slid his hand into yours and interlinked fingers with you.

Billy’s place was on the Upper East Side in Lenox Hill, while you lived on the Upper West Side in the Lincoln Square neighbourhood, so you were on familiar territory as he steered you towards Central Park. Strolling through the park, no particular place to go, people-watching as you sat beside The Lake in the sun for a while. The two of you talked about a whole load of nothing before deciding to go for a late lunch in a diner Billy knew and liked back in his neighbourhood.

As you ate, you noticed that Billy was fidgeting quite a bit and kept looking at his watch. You poked him with the blunt end of your fork, “Billy!” He jumped slightly, and you carried on, “You’re fidgeting. Have you got somewhere to be or something? - you’re checking your watch every two seconds!” Not meeting your eyes, he cleared his throat while shaking his head, “Nah, angel - just keen to get back out for some sun and fresh air.” You laughed, “Well, Manhattan fresh air.” “Yeah, true,” he said, now looking at you, “...you nearly done?” “Not quite, Billy, got some beer left too.” He stroked your hand, “Oh, no rush!”

You continued to chew on your chicken wrap, watching Billy as you did so. He’d already finished his food and beer, and was still fidgety - pulling at the sleeves of his leather jacket, fiddling with his hair, moving the ketchup bottles around the table and back again.

What is wrong with that boy? you thought. He’s like the proverbial cat on a hot tin roof. Finally you finished your food and drained the last of your beer. Billy had already paid, bounding over to the counter to settle up without even waiting for the waitress to bring the check.

Once outside and heading back to the park for a further stroll, you tugged at his hand... you were being disgustingly ’coupley’ today, you thought, a bit annoyed at yourself, but what the hell... and asked, “Billy, what’s the surprise?” He just laughed, shaking his head. “Tell me!” Aware that you were sounding more than a bit brattish, you added, “...please, Billy, go on!”

“No, angel, cos then it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?” You managed to resist the need to stamp your foot, but your bottom lip was pouting of its own accord. He leant down and gave you a long, sexy kiss and you gave in, resigning yourself to the fact that the tall ex-Marine was not going to confess anything so you’d better stop sulking. You grabbed a handful of hair, and Billy laughed, taking his mouth off yours, “C’mon, sweetheart - let’s head back to my place. We’ll take the scenic route.”

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Billy took you on a very circuitous route back to his place, and it took well over an hour to make it back there. As you both walked along the hallway towards his apartment, he dug out his keys and then promptly dropped them before he could slot the key into the lock. You stared at him, what the hell was wrong with Russo? Whatever he might be, he was all about precision and attention to detail - he was not a klutz! Now you - yeah, you’d be the one to drop your keys but not Billy!

However, he’d quickly bent down and grabbed them off the floor, successfully unlocking and opening the door this time. You followed him inside, and then your mouth dropped open.

Soft music was playing on Billy’s state-of-the-art music system. There was an intimate little round table sitting in front of the big picture window in the lounge. A string of LED stars was strung across and down the sides of the window. The table was laid for two, looking like a restaurant place setting - gleaming champagne flutes, plates and cutlery, fancily folded linen napkins, a pearly pink peony in a slim vase in the middle, an ice bucket on a stand next to the table, a bottle of Krug champagne sitting up perkily in it. You swung round to Billy, “What....?”

But you looked up into empty space. Your eyes travelled downwards until they found Billy - down on one knee in front of you. A small velvet ring box was held - unopened as yet - in a vice-like grip in those long, slender fingers you loved so much, and Billy’s big dark eyes were gazing fearfully into yours.

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

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[xhanisai]

Bite off more than you can chew and you’ll choke.

(AO3) (FFN)

Summary -  "But Lila cared more about the middle finger that Adrien shot at her when no one else was looking." To summarise, if you hurt the Ladybug, you can count on the Black Cat to absolutely annihilate you without mercy. A.K.A. A wonderful crackfic where Lila gets karma shoved up her ass by Adrien every time she tries to hurt Marinette.

A/N: I'm having an affair with dumb bitch juice. Shhh. Don't tell angst. ~(x)~ . . . "Heh, looking good~" The Italian teen winked to herself one last time at the mirror and then striked a pose that radiated pure confidence and clearly, a drop dead gorgeous Goddess that has ever descended this miserable planet. Luck was on her side today, lil ol' Rossi could feel it in her bones. 'Today is a wonderful day to knock down Dupain-Cheng a peg or two...' Lila hummed perversely, olive irises twinkling with mischief and sadism. She applied another coating of her favourite orange lip gloss and spritzed her body with some more pumpkin spice flavoured perfume (that was apparently a one of a kind DKNY product that the company themselves have gifted her, that's right Juleka). Digging out one of the hundreds of pictures she has of Adrien Agreste in her drawer, she planted a sloppy kiss on the face (lil hoe thinks she's being seductive smh smh), whispered something absolutely filthy and then made her way out of the house with a green apple in hand. As she walked, numerous plans and ideas were concocted up in her head whilst she happily chewed through the sour, bitter fruit that could compete with her own acidic heart. Certainly, her plans weren't going as smoothly as she'd like, given that not only has Marinette stood strong, Alya and Nino still stuck to the raven haired girl like glue and the model boy actually dared to threaten her to withdraw Mari's expulsion. Of all people, he threatened her! Who the hell did he think he is? He should be nothing but a spineless pretty face, a decoration to her growing fame. Ugh! Shaking her head and refocusing her thoughts, Lila took one last, harsh bite from the fruit and then tossed it away without a second glance, hitting an unsuspecting rat with wings- pigeon, an unsuspecting poor pigeon. Looks like M. Ramier will be akumatised later on if he ever sees the splat of feathers on the pavement. She didn't give a damn. Instead, a sinister, almost feral like smile stretched on the brunette's lips as she spotted her prey up ahead, sitting on the front steps that led to the collège. Quite a few passerbyers and students gave Marinette either a disappointed look or a disgusted grimace. Most pretty much ignored her, leaving the Asian bowing her head down in embarrassment, making herself look as small as possible. 'Like the useless mouse she is.' Lila barely held off the urge to giggle. After making Cheng look like such an evil cretin and even managing to get her expelled, her reputation has almost been tarnished! Marinette went from one of the most popular, prettiest, kindest girl in school to the most conniving, horrible, wench in a matter of a day. She would have been gone forever had it not been for Adrien's stupid- SPLASH!!!!! No way. No. Fucking. Way. Lila gaped like a dead fish, unable to comprehend what had just happened as her once dry, stylish clothes dripped with dirty puddle water and the stench of dirt clung to her hair and skin. The now filthy looking teen snapped out of her stupor and glowered at the offending car that DARED to zoom through the ginormous puddle only to gawk again when she registered the vehicle's familiarity. Lila wasn't able to do more than budge an inch as a certain model stepped out of the car in front of the collège and lifted Marinette to her feet with his hand. He gave the petite girl a warm smile that only sickened the Italian girl to the core even further and when he interlaced his hand with Marinette's, leading her inside the building, Lila couldn't stop the ferocious growl from escaping her throat. This was meant to be HER day today. A fresh splatter on her head from up above proved otherwise. Her hand shot to her head, face twisted in a witch like grimace as slick, gooey slime coated her fingers and hair. Lila mustered up as much venom as she possibly could in her eyes, tilting her head up, only to see the very same pigeon that got hit by the apple, glare back. Neither of the two noticed the wry smile that Adrien let out as he shielded a flustered Marinette inside the building... ~(x)~ Full classroom? Check. Mme. Bustier temporarily out of the room? Check. Dupain-Cheng opening her backpack whilst oblivious? Check. Lila wiggled in her seat like a cat waiting to pounce on the mouse (not like those in cute youtube videos), eyes narrowing at the back of Marinette's head, awaiting for the right moment to act. You see, earlier on, Lila planted one of Chloe's prized earrings (dumb barbie never learnt her lesson when it came to bringing family heirlooms to school) in Marinette's bag, planning on calling her out of stealing it to further crush her reputation into smithereens. Knowing Chloe and her illogical grudge against the girl, the consequences would be so much more worse for Marinette considering she's the mayor's daughter and all- . . . Wait... What? Lila blinked twice, thrice, then rubbed her eyes and blinked again. 'What in the world???' "O-ooooh! Who put this pretty flower in my bag?" Marinette twirled the lavender rose between her fingers in awe, admiring the beautiful plant with a cute blush on her cheeks. She gave the rose a sniff, cheeks glowing further as she hummed pleasantly. "It smells so nice!" Her smile was so disgustingly sweet, Lila could have sworn that the girl was radiating diabetes. Maybe she should pretend to faint and blame it on Marinette somehow? "Looks like you have a secret admirer, girl~ Did you know that lavender roses mean love at first sight?" Alya playfully poked Marinette's cheek, waggling her eyebrows whilst the rest of the girls in the class- sans Chloe, Sabrina and of course Lila herself, gathered around their class president's table. Their coos and questions were deaf on the seething Italian's ears as she was hyper focused on Adrien's face. The way his eyes lowered knowingly and his lips upturned into a secret but smug smile. The way his head tilted towards the side ever so slightly as he watched the French-Asian with so much...love. Lila was close to throwing up in her mouth. 'So that little Prince was the one who replaced Chloe's earrings with that stupid flower...huh...has he caught on...?' Just as that thought passed through Lila's head, the sound of Chloe bragging about her new earrings filled up the room with the addition of Sabrina's praises. The brunette cocked an eyebrow, dissatisfied of her plan failing in ruining Marinette's life further and getting Adrien wrapped around her pinky, where he belongs. With a string of Italian curses muttered, Lila opened her bag and- "CHE CAZZO È!?" Lila launched the provocative bag away with another scream and when it landed on Kim's desk, dozens of spiders pooled out like a tidal wave, causing the athletic Vietnamese to jump up ten feet in the air with a high pitched yowl and that in turn created a mass panic in the classroom. "Ah- đéođéođéo- KEEP THEM AWAY FROM ME!" Kim let out another screech, forcing himself into a baffled Alix's arms as the spiders scattered whilst everyone else stood on their desks to avoid the wonderfully adorable critters. "LILA! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE THOSE MONSTERS IN YOUR BAG!?" Kim cried out as soon as a shocked Mme. Bustier returned to the classroom. The red headed woman gawked at the floor and then grimaced before sending a stern look towards Lila, hands on her hips. Everyone in the class froze at her stance. "Lila, we know that you've just returned from a campaign to save a species of highly venomous spiders from going extinct but that does not permit you in bringing them to school. You'll be on rubbish duty for the rest of this week and M. Damocles shall discuss with you later on for a more suitable punishment after that. Everyone else, please remain calm and carefully step out of the room." The olive eyed brunette didn't get a chance to defend herself as everyone comically sped outside at a speed that would make even Sonic The Hedgehog jealous. Nino and Ivan were held piggy back style by their respective girlfriends whilst it took Alix, Max, Nathanael and Juleka to tear a petrified Kim off the wall (In turn, Rose held him bridal style as if he didn't weigh more than a feather). When she saw Marinette shyly grasp Adrien's hand to lead him out, Lila saw red and looked away before she did something she would regret. In amidst her internal monologue, she missed Adrien's dangerous smirk as his eyes glinted devilishly. The boy tightened his grip on Marinette's hand, much to the girl's surprise and delight whilst his kwami snickered in his blazer's inner pocket. ~(x)~ "Whoa!" Marinette let out a yelp, numerous files slipping out of her hands as she flailed her arms to regain balance. Unfortunately, she ended up tipping backwards towards the edge of the stairs much to Lila's entertainment. If she couldn't break Marinette's godforsaken will and reputation completely, a few bones or so should satisfy her ruthless heart- "Marinette! Be careful!" With amazing speed, Adrien caught the girl from behind, interlocking his arms around her body in an iron grip without even wincing at the weight of her mass colliding with his chest. A few passerbyers, including Rossi herself observed the scene with incredulous expressions. The latter pissed at the stupid prince charming's bloody timing! She didn't know what annoyed her more. The fact that her plan failed for the umpteenth time or the useless anime like tropes that seemed to play when it came to blonde boy and noir girl. "Ack! Thanks Adrien..."  Marinette expected a simple 'No problem Mari,' from the boy but was taken aback by his malicious glare that was directed at the tanned girl before them. She couldn't help the squeak that escaped her when his grip tightened as he lead them up the stairs, standing a mere feet away from Lila. His hold on Cheng wavered between protective and possessive. Marinette found it kinda hot. "You know, we have bins for a reason Rossi. Be sure to chuck your litter away or else someone could get hurt." His voice was gravelly and alarmingly low, indicating who would really get harmed in the situation. Lila hated the way her blood chilled to ice and the unpleasant shivers that shook her spine before mustering the energy to plaster an innocent smile instead of running away. "Oops. Silly me," She bent down to pick up the can she conveniently dropped earlier on, causing Marinette to trip in the first place. "My arthritis has been acting up all day-" "And I painted the Mona Lisa, yeah, whatever." Marinette and Lila, both only close enough to hear, widened their eyes at Adrien's passive aggressive tone. Without wasting another second, the boy tugged Marinette along, heading away from the scowling Italian. The sickening duo seemed to get closer and closer every second, causing Lila's blood to burn with rage. "He's definitely caught on...that boy is more slippery and sneaky than I thought...as expected of the son of Gabriel Agreste." Lila growled severely, crushing the can in her grip- SPEW! Oh. The can was never empty from the start. Steam figuratively shot out of her ears as the fizzy drink dripped down her hair, face and clothes, smearing her layers upon layers of caked makeup that took her hours to do this morning- after she went back home to shower and changed into fresh clothes when she was soaked by that dirty puddle, courtesy of Adrien's fucking car! 'GAME ON AGRESTE.' ~(x)~ Lila planted that wretched goose- pigeon, that wretched pigeon in Marinette's locker, anticipating a commotion or SOMETHING. However, when the unsuspecting girl, accompanied by her trio of friends, opened said locker, there was no pigeon. Instead, out popped out a ridiculously cute, handmade Chat Noir doll. According to Marinette's and Alya's babbles, it's a doll that the former has made ever since the pathetic heroes of Paris made their debut. "But how did it get here? I don't recall bringing it in with me today," Yes, Lila also wanted to know how the FUCK that cursed plush appeared out of thin air. It certainly wasn't there when she shoved the feathered pterodactyl in. "Maybe you brought it with you by accident?" Nino quipped. "Didn't you have that phase back in école where you'd always bring a teddy that you slept with for company?" "WEDONOTTALKABOUTTHAT." Marinette retorted back with gritted teeth, slamming her locker door for emphasis but the way she hugged the Chat Noir doll protectively afterwards did little to intimidate the bespeckled boy. In fact, much to Lila's disgust, the trio melted at Marinette's obviously fake cuteness. Unbelievable! Where did that pigeon go anyways!? Never peeling her eyes away from the nauseating quad, Lila snatched the door of her locker open, grinding her teeth- "COO!!!" ...only to be attacked by a flurry of feathers and a sharp beak. This time, whilst she, along with a 'helpful' Alya and Nino managed to rip the bedeviled thing off her face, Lila caught a shit-eating grin on Adrien's lips as he watched her suffer without a word. 'That little BASTARD! He did this to me!' Rolling his eyes as if Lila was nothing but a three year old throwing a tantrum, he threw an arm around Marinette's shoulder who looked more confused than anything. "What is Jacques doing here?" Lila almost scoffed at the Asian's question. That failure of a bird has a name? And familiarised with Marinette no less? No wonder he was currently a bitch and half in her ass! No one answered Mari's question regardless. Though surely, that sinister cat of a model held the answer. "I'm more curious of whether you sleep with that little Chat doll or not, Marinette~" He teased, much to Lila's dismay and Marinette's embarrassment. Alya and Nino momentarily forgot about the clearly traumatised Lila, simply to join in with the jesting. "N-N-NO! HAHA- what a silly question Adrien!" Marinette slapped the teen's shoulder with a bit more oomph than the usual friendly slaps, cheeks reddening and eyes flickering to the side. "She can't go to sleep without it~" Alya confessed on her best friend's behalf, glasses twinkling impishly at Mari's cry of "Traitor!". "One time when she was at mine for a sleepover, she forgot to bring Petit Noir along and stayed awake all night without his presence. She's so pure, isn't she?" Marinette was left as a blushy, squealing mess as the rest of her friends chuckled fondly. If it wasn't frowned upon in this country, Rossi would have gladly kicked them all out the window one by one till their sorry necks snapped but even she had some sort of control. "Adorable, absolutely adorable." This time, Lila did throw up in her mouth as Adrien swept Marinette up into a bone crushing hug with the most disgusting look of 'love' tattooed on his face. The hazel eyed brunette stormed out of the locker room with a growl, deaf to Alya's questioning shouts of her name. She was going to TEAR that boy apart from limb to limb! Adrien's grin only grew at her departure, daring the idiotic girl to try and pull another stunt again. ~(x)~ During a photoshoot that Lila was assigned to model at, every time she attempted to inappropriately run her hands down Adrien's torso or shoulders, she ended up getting bitten by god knows what. The more she tried, the harder the bites were and towards the end, the shoot was cancelled as her skin was covered in tiny little bite marks that resembled wasp stings or even a terrible allergic reaction. The horrid girl never noticed the tiny God of Destruction that lingered nearby his chosen who in turn delivered a little fistbump to his precious friend with a smile far too saccharine to be innocent. ~(x)~ Just before their French lesson began, Lila staged a scene by crying out in pain when shoving her hand in her bag and 'finding' multitudes of sewing needles in them. Surely the class would turn their heads towards Dupain-Cheng with animosity as she claimed that Marinette must have sabotaged her bag that day. Instead, much to her surprise, the majority of the class defended her with an alibi. "But M. Dupain and Mme. Cheng hid away all her sewing stuff for the rest of the month so that Marinette could concentrate for the upcoming exams!" Gee thanks Rose. "Marinette was at mine's yesterday night to study and sleepover so there's no way that she did that," Godammit Alya. "I'm pretty sure 'Nette's needles are silver in colour, not bronze." Shut up Lahiffe. "She would panic if she steps on an ant, how could she hurt a person?" Really Alix? Really? "Marinette and I were stuck in the closet all break so there's no way she's managed to sabotage your bag, Lila." Agreste- do you even know what you're implying here? To summarise, the case was neutralised with a theory that one of the textile upperclassmen students must have accidently put a container of needles in her bag, thinking it belonged to the department. But Lila cared more about the middle finger that Adrien shot at her when no one else was looking. ~(x)~ Lila tried tripping Marinette again but this time, she was caught by the Japanese fencer girl who 'politely' thwacked Lila's knees with her foil and told her to get out of her class. That ice queen never left Marinette's side for the rest of the day. When Marinette arrived to the morning classes with a disturbingly gorgeous, sheer white sundress in hand, babbling about how she was going to alter it after the exams to her friends, of course Lila gave into temptation by altering it herself. By altering, she meant smothering the skirt of the dress with non washable red paint. Marinette returned to the afternoon classes wearing the dress but with the red stains magically transformed into a flawless gradient and decorated with faux red rose petals on the edge of the skirt and the tip of the bust. The poor Italian was rewarded with the grand scene of Adrien claiming out loud how 'beautiful' his 'Princess' looked without shame and twirling her around in the air. Next, Lila somehow snuck a snake out from the zoo (getting bitten a million times and even throttled at one point by said creature) and secretly let it loose at the Dupain-Cheng bakery when she was only 'looking around'. The snake ended up getting its own tank and promoted the bakery, increasing the numbers of customers because surprise surprise, it's the year of the snake according to the Lunar calendar and everyone saw that slimy creature as a symbol of good luck! M. Césaire let the family keep the snake. Marinette named him Aspik much to Adrien's ambiguous delight but then changed it to Viperion when the boy accidentally tore apart her favourite ball of yarn. ("Little bug how could you do this to me!?") Lila even tried to start a rumour going where she apparently witnessed Marinette kissing a strange, delinquent after hours in creepy alleyways and got a little frisky with him. Adrien turned that around on her by asking why she was spying on him and Marinette, both wearing scarves that poorly concealed their ravaged necks. The rest of the day was spent with students gossiping about the new developments of 'Project Adrienette' and suddenly the despicable duo were dating. The rest of the students and teachers decided to switch to Lila as a target to send their scrutinising eyes at. It took Lila twenty-four hours of staring at a blank wall to digest the fact that she unintentionally nudged those two together in her pursuit of destroying them both. Twenty four hours of gaping with dead eyes and not moving a muscle whilst her phone buzzed with the latest gossip on Adrien and Marinette. An immediate news report on Ladybug grabbing Chat Noir into a heated kiss after an akuma battle that almost sent them running for their money, confirming their relationship broke Lila out of her daze and left her screaming inside her house. ~(x)~ The classroom door slammed open, revealing a dishevelled, crude looking Lila Rossi, heaving for air like she's just ran around the world in twelve days. Her hair was dirty, greasy and stuck in ways that defied physics. Her clothes were torn, stained and slick with unnamed substances. Her face was covered in stings, scratches and red marks that ruined her usually flawless make up. Clearly, a drop dead gorgeous Goddess that has ever descended this miserable planet. The students paused whatever they were doing, curious and slightly concerned at the state of the Italian's exterior. Lila let out an animalistic growl, pointing a finger at Adrien Agreste who paid no mind to her and carried on reading his book whilst Marinette Dupain-Cheng slumbered away peacefully in his lap. "I don't know how you did it or what dark magic you played on me or what voodoo dolls you have been using, but you'll never get away with humiliating me! Both of you!" Everyone's eyes widened at Lila's desperate and frustrated tone, now facing the boy bearing the brunt of her bite. Much to Rossi's screaming irritation, Adrien only flipped a page of his book with a hum like someone has just asked him whether he'd like some sugar with his tea. "STOP ACTING DUMB AGRESTE! I KNOW IT'S YOU WHO TRIED TO RUIN MY LIFE!" This time, she received eye contact from the boy. Instead of retaliating back, he put a finger on his lips and- ...shushed her. She was going to fucking KILL HIM. "My Marinette has pulled two all nighters in a row for the exam we just had this morning- which you missed by the way. So, she's sleeping right now. If you have some respect, keep it down." His tone was polite, sophisticated and angelic and his face was softened into the most sweetest smile. A front for the devilish cackle and demonic smirk that was threatening to burst out the seams of his fake exterior and Lila was able to sense it with ease. She didn't get a chance to yell back as Chloe suddenly interrupted. "And what has my Adrikins done to you? Other than get brainwashed by that ridiculous rat and start dating her of course," The blonde pursed her pastel lips, ignoring Adrien's comments on 'I'm not your Adrikins,' and 'Stop being mean to my sweet girlfriend,' and whatever nonsense he was spouting. "Oh wow...hahah...where do I start?" The hysteric girl began, blind to everyone else's distressed gaze at her behaviour. "The spiders? The pins? The ghost bites? That damn ugly bird that can't seem to find another place other than my head to SHIT ON!?" The object of her hate only raised a brow in confusion. "YOU'RE BEHIND IT ALL! I KNOW IT'S YOU!" "...Lila, were you bitten by those spiders that you were protecting during your campaign like a week ago? I think you need to see a doctor." Was the reply she got from Adrien before he went back to his book. "Also, this book mentions that being pooped on by a bird is a sign of good luck! Maybe you'll have a good fortune coming your way after you get better, Lila~" The baffled girl stared back grotesquely, jaw dropped and eye twitching, unable to comprehend the Adrien Agreste before her right now. She didn't even protest as Rose and Juleka hauled her flat ass out of the class, to the nurse's room, debating whether or not to call the ambulance for the mad girl. 'What...The...Actual...FUCK!?' ~(x)~ After the classroom door was closed, leaving behind a questioning class, a cat hero fighting the urge to burst out laughing and a bug heroine stirring awake. "Hmm...what happened Chaton?" Marinette hummed out, still half asleep and she nuzzled against the hand that cupped her cheek. Adrien replied with a genuine, soft smile full of love and a bit of his feline mischievousness. "I'll tell you later, Bug. Get some sleep, okay?" He pressed a chaste kiss on her lips, gaining a brilliant smile in return as Marinette settled back to sleep, relishing the way his fingers combed through her bobbleless hair. 'Mission accomplished, Plagg,' Adrien mused to himself, winking at his kwami who peered out of his bag whilst Tikki shook her head at her counterpart; albeit with more love than anger. The boy dived back into his book, tuning out the discussions that the rest of his friends were sharing regarding the impertinent wench that was just gotten rid of. Hopefully, they won't be seeing her for a very long time. Jacques the pigeon would be delighted in making sure of that. After all: If you hurt the Ladybug, you can count on the Black Cat to absolutely annihilate you without mercy... . . . ~(x)~

Dictionary 

'đéo' - Vietnamese for 'fuck no!' 

'che cazzo è' - Italian for 'What the fuck is this?'

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Santa Shuffle🎅🎄

After what has been an admittedly tumultuous December (‘Bronte: Attack of the Anons’ was basically the theme at the beginning of my holiday season), I decided to try something that would lift my spirits. I love games and surprises so rather than bang my head against the wall trying to come up with another story, I decided to create little Christmas drabbles based on the following rules:

Put Spotify on shuffle and start playing Christmas songs.

For each song, write something inspired by the song. 

Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.

Please sit back and enjoy!​🎅🎄

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It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas - Michael Bublé

The stars are shining from behind the ever-present layer of wintertime clouds, floating like lanterns in the dark. Tonight, Chat Noir feels as if he’s soaring amongst them, gazing up at the brilliant lights that emanate from the canvas of twilight sky. Brightly decorated Christmas trees sit like beacons in the middle of crowded squares that teem with winter markets and roasted chestnuts and Chat simply can’t keep his feelings back any longer, glowing with a wild abandon he has never known.

As always, he’s right where he belongs.

He lets go of his baton and tosses his body into the air, somersaulting over a bevy of twinkling Christmas lights. He banks right and ventures off further onto the familiar rooftops of Paris, healing the gashes in his soul long scabbed over. There’s nothing like the feeling of the holidays, lost within the colourful heights and cheerful carols, never falling. He smiles, his heart bursting with a feeling he can only describe as true, utter bliss.

Christmas in Paris is coming, and for the first time ever, he actually has a home.

Mistletoe - Justin Bieber

There are people everywhere, packed within the vast confines of the main hall of Le Grand Paris. They’re dancing, feasting, laughing, screaming, kissing, drinking, having the time of their lives.

It’s a Christmas party and the Champagne is flowing. Things are going to get a little sloppy.

He spies her from the other side of the hall and they lock eyes, a smirk full of promise playing on her lips. She’s been canoodling and chatting up her network like a true professional while Adrien admires from afar, content to watch her sashay in that gorgeous red handmade gown he loves so very much. The open back, the plunging neckline, the figure hugging silk he just wants to…

...well, he has to be on his best behaviour. They’re in public after all.

But, like most parties this time of year, there are punches and bottles of sparkling wine a plenty, which means that no one is acting with enough propriety to notice the heat emanating between them. He returns her saucy gesture with a raised eyebrow and a smug grin and it’s one of those take it or leave it smirks, the kind that teases and promises so much more.

She pushes through the crowd, her eyes never leaving his, and he stands his ground, limbs tingling with both excitement and slight intoxication. He can feel her lingering on her lips, a memory of something intangibly right, and shifts his body so that he’s standing right where he needs to be in order to make this little game of his all worthwhile.

She notices, of course. She always does.

“Mistletoe?” she questions him, crossing her arms across her chest. The action only accentuates her décolletage and Adrien’s mouth begins to water, “Really?”

He doesn’t even bother trying to answer. Instead, he takes her by the waist and kisses her senseless.

Santa Claus is Comin’ To Town - Bruce Springsteen

Chat Noir grins widely and drops his enormous bag of toys onto the floor just outside of the elevator. He shares a private look with Ladybug, one full of apology for the deluge of children galloping down the hall in their direction, and opens his arms with a laugh.

“HO HO HO!” he hollers with excitement, completely and utterly attacked by children who are so excited to see him that they can hardly contain themselves. Ladybug scoops the toys out of the way just as her partner is thoroughly taken down by the rabid pack and laughs as they tug on his fake beard and Santa hat.

He manages to extricate himself eventually and toddles around the hospital ward with an enthusiastic flock of enamoured children in tow. Santa Noir delivers a personalized gift to each child stuck in the children’s hospital over the holidays and poses for selfies by the thousands while Ladybug follows behind, laughing as he regularly whips out his best impressions of Santa himself. 

And then he starts to sing.

“You better watch out,” he wags his finger, much to the children’s delight, “You better not pout! You better not cry, I’m telling you why. Santa Claws is coming to town!”

A hundred voices chime in for the chorus, waving jingle bells and laughing as Chat performs the latest Fortnite dance for them. It’s embarrassing and hilarious and honestly? 

Ladybug has never been more in love.

River - Robert Downey Jr.

He’s never told a soul, and so long as he knew, no one had been around when he’d finally lost his composure and cried.

He’d collapsed onto his haunches and wept out loud into his palms, frustrated and upset and drowning in a myriad of emotions he can’t categorize without losing anymore of his precious sanity. Why was he out here again? Why was he wasting his time – again – for someone who couldn't even spend a moment of his Christmas Eve to be with his son?

Oh right. 

Because that someone was his father.

He’d cried harder, heaving into the night air without being able to stop himself. 

Why did Maman have to go away?

Step Into Christmas - Elton John

Marinette giggles as Adrien grabs her hands and swings her around her parent’s living room, dancing the night away. The Christmas bops playing off of Marinette’s Spotify playlist are just the thing to convince her to get off the couch after way too much turkey and join him in a little Santa Samba around the Christmas tree.

“Stoooop,” she laughs, not really meaning it as he wraps one arm around her body and captures her hand in his, “Maman’s taking videos of us.”

“For the wedding!” Sabine coos as Adrien spins her in a gentle underarm pirouette and Adrien can’t help but grin.

“Come on Marinette,” Adrien pulls back and shimmies to the jazzy jam, “You can’t deny the chemistry between us.”

“We’re engaged, you doofus,” Marinette scolds him fondly, squeaking as he pulls her back into his chest, “Of course we have chemistry.”

“Which is why we need to practice dancing,” Adrien slots his feet between hers and leads her into a dizzying spiral of turns, “And what better time to do it than on Christmas Eve with my favourite people?”

“Flaterer,” Marinette shakes her head as Tom cheers from the kitchen.

“Dip her! Dip her!”

“NONONO!”

Adrien can’t deny his future father-in-law, now can he? With a side splitting laugh, Adrien lunges forwards and gracefully lowers the love of his life in his arms, pausing only to wink at the camera.

Santa Tell Me - Ariana Grande

Marinette holds her favourite picture of Adrien to her chest and sighs as the latest Gabriel holiday commercial plays on repeat in the background. Adrien stares in awe up at the snow that cascades from the sky, surrounded by Christmas decorated in black and white baubles and metallic ornaments. It’s for another perfume line, this one heavy on frankincense and ginger, and Marinette just wants to bury her face in the crook of Adrien’s perfectly popped collar and drink him in.

He’s perfect.

She would do anything to go on a date with him right now. They could go to the Christmas market together, hand in hand, or sip on hot chocolate in front of a crackling fire. They could decorate gingerbread cookies in her bakery and then go to the annual Christmas Tree Lighting Ceremony together so they could kiss under the fairy lights!

They would be amazing together.

Marinette checks her calendar and sees that Adrien has a packed schedule of modelling and extracurriculars for the foreseeable future and shrugs, still holding onto hope. Maybe, with just a little bit of luck on her side, she could admit her true feelings and fall in love this Christmas…

All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey

Three seconds in the same room with her and he’s practically on the floor, on his knees, head spinning from the sheer emotion of it all. He’d just walked in on her pulling her beautiful, gorgeous black hair out of her ponytails for the mayor’s Christmas Party at Le Grand Paris and thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Her blue eyes were like the ocean.

Her legs went on for miles.

He pines for her like a puppy. He’d do anything for her.

(He bets she tastes like strawberries.)

“Face it,” Rena Rouge mutters, nudging Ladybug lightly with her elbow. Ladybug glances over in the direction her fellow heroine is pointing and sighs, tugging her bangs in front of her eyes in embarrassment, “He’s got it bad.”

Facing her lovestruck partner, Ladybug takes a weary breath and simply surrenders, “Don’t remind me.”

You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch - Thurl Ravenscroft

Ladybug and Chat Noir exchange glances across the battleground, grinning like Cheshire cats in the gloom. She grips her yoyo in her palm, squeezing the unbreakable spotted material with her fingers. Chat fiddles idly with the base of his baton, his confidence boosted tenfold.

“I’m sorry, Bugaboo,” he drawls, his glowing eyes mischievous, “Could you repeat that?”

“Of course, Kitty,” she replies, equally as sardonic, “I was just discussing how fun it would be to go cataclysme Le Papillon’s head off. After ruining Christmas Day for everyone in Paris, don’t you think he deserves it?”

Standing within the ruins of the mansion’s west wing, the villain in question starts stepping backwards slowly, only to be impeded by a gigantic hunk of plaster clipping him in the back of the knees. The butterfly Miraculous wielder falls backwards onto his backside as the murderous duo stand over him, their expressions identical.

“Stop!” Le Papillon cries, raising his palms in surrender, “I’m doing this for her! For Émilie!”

“Don’t bring Maman into this,” Chat Noir hisses, spinning his baton in the light of the fire. A few years ago, Adrien might have surrendered then and there. But now?

Now he had his new family to protect.

“Shall I do the honours?”

Chat smiles and motions with his arm invitingly, eyes grazing his fuming fiancé, “The honours all yours.”

Whisking her yoyo’s string around with a cracking thwack so loud even Chat can’t help but wince, his heavily pregnant partner brings her magical weapon down on Le Papillon’s head with a crunch.

Christmas In New York - Lea Michelle

Marinette Dupain-Cheng squares her shoulders and grins widely, stepping out through the revolving doors of the Four Seasons Hotel in New York City. The thrill of life in the Big Apple fills her heart with excitement as she spins around and waves at the doorman.

“Merry Christmas, Miss Dupain-Cheng!”

“Merci!” she chimes, smiling at him over her shoulder. There’s a limousine waiting for her out front and the chauffeur opens the back door as she approaches, taking her gloved hand in his so she doesn’t trip, “Are we headed to work, Miss Dupain-Cheng?”

Marinette offers him a cheeky grin, “Can we get stuck in traffic for an hour or two? I need to do a little shopping for my friends and family before I fly home.”

“Of course,” her chauffeur dips his head, his own smirk hidden by his impressive mustache, “I suppose the traffic must be terrible near Fifth Avenue at this time of day.”

“I agree,” Marinette settles into the leather seats of the stretch limo and relishes in the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She’s so excited to return to Paris after two wonderful weeks overseas working with the crème de la crème of the American fashion world, no thanks to her business with Jagged Stone. She’s walked through a festively decorated Central Park and taken selfies from the top of the Rockefeller Centre. She’s even watched the Rockettes perform their high flying kicks at Radio City and visited the Macy’s Christmas window display! The city that never sleeps hasn’t disappointed her in the slightest, especially draped in the red and greens of Christmastime.

She passes by beautiful holiday trees and flickering fairy lights as they weave their way through Manhattan and, although she can’t wait to hug her Maman and Papa at the airport in just a few more days, she’s already planning her next Christmas in New York.

Bring Me Love - John Legend

Sliding across his apartment floor in his Christmas socks, Adrien clutches a banana in his hand and sings into the stem with all the excitement and enthusiasm of a man who’s about to rock his fiancé’s world. He wiggles his hips and kicks his free leg, boogying down to the saxophone and bass and he is feeling fabulous, the tree is looking fabulous and everything is absolutely fabulous. Marinette would be thrilled with his decorating skills, especially since he’s been left to his own devices for the past two weeks while she’s been away on business. She’ll be landing in Charles du Gaulle in just a few short hours and Adrien has cookies baking in the oven (dough courtesy of Tom, of course) and mistletoe hanging over the doorway. All he needs to make his Christmas homecoming a success would be having his beautiful, successful, gorgeous fiancé by his side.

If only Santa would bring her home faster!

He’s put on his Rudolph boxers for the special occasion and bops his shower soggy hair to the beat, letting it fly everywhere. It might be -8℃ outside but it’s toasty warm inside their little flat in Le Marais and Adrien intends to put the love in their lovenest tonight.

He drops it low and snaps, spinning around on the balls of his feet. He feels amazing and there’s adrenaline and an irrepressible joy surging through his veins as he hops onto the cushions of the couch and channels his inner Beyoncé, howling the high notes with all his might. He can’t hold in his love any longer and leaps off the furniture with a karate kick, landing in a crouch only to pop back up again with a pirouette that would have put his alter ego’s talents to shame.

A giggle from the kitchen leaves him skidding in his tracks.

“Who’s there?”

Her face half hidden by her mittens, a thoroughly amused Marinette steps into the colourful glow of the Christmas tree, “Are you wearing Rudolph boxers?”

Adrien, for all intents and purposes, has never been happier to hear the love of his life critique his undergarments, “MARINETTE!”

“Hey Kitt—mmpf!”

Capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, Adrien drops his banana and spins her around in a searing embrace that leaves them both dizzy and breathless. When he finally sets her back down onto the floor, Marinette is thoroughly smitten with her fiancé all over again.

“Miss me?” he asks, peppering every centimetre of exposed skin with kisses, “Because I thought I was going to wither away to nothing if you were gone for another minute.”

“I missed you,” Marinette’s knees quiver as he undoes her winter coat and throws it onto the kitchen counter behind them, “I missed you so much.”

“Oh my god, your voice,” Adrien wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face in her neck, “Your smell, your skin, your hair, your lips. You are never leaving for that long ever again without me.”

Marinette laughs and Adrien soaks in the beautiful sound, “Deal.”

“Good,” Adrien says, still damp and half naked, “How did I do?”

He gestures to the decorations draped all over their studio apartment and Marinette feels her heart stutter beneath the absolute flood of emotion thudding through her chest, “You did amazing, Adrien. It looks beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he kisses her again, “Christmas must have come early because all I wished for was you.”

Pressing their foreheads together, Marinette boops him on the nose, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!

💋Bronte

[baretklap]

Tales of Mind Control #4: A Debt Unpaid

♫It was years ago, and it was beautiful. Now I have come to think about it. 'You're mine' you said, and I said it back. In that hotel of many colourful dreams.♫

The music playing from the radio was more than enough to fill Eva with the dreadfully addicting sense of nostalgia and melancholy as she took another sip from her favourite wine glass, savouring the taste of the red liquid she had come to form a love-hate relationship with. A sigh escaped her lips, everything seemed so complicated, especially now. The wind hitting her balcony was pleasant enough, just like the wine she was consuming. Pleasantness. It was something Eva desperately needed as every gulp reminded her of a life that seemed so far away now, the life she had to give up years ago. It totally didn’t help her stress levels that the girl she raised and treated like her own daughter was turning twenty years old. She told Eva that she was going to be celebrating it with her friends from her college, so the older woman did not expect the younger to come home early. She definitely grew up so fast, even faster than Eva anticipated she would.

Even after all those years, the woman who is in her forties now remembered that day like it was just yesterday. The phone call, the horrible news, her cries, her agony. Her best friend had died that accursed day and left her 5 year old daughter behind. Eva, who had been in her twenties back then agreed to take the little Elizabeth in and raise her herself without hesitation since she had pretty much nowhere else to go. Her best friend had no living relatives and the girl’s father had left her life even before she was born. Eva agreed to take her in and thus, she had to pay a price. Giving up her passion, her art career so she could continue the family business in order to gain a stable income which would allow her to raise Liz without any financial problems.

The financial problems may had been taken care of, but it still stung deep that Eva wasn’t be able to become that artist she always aspired to be. It wasn't like she hadn't tried again, though. After she had secured an early retirement, she tried to get back to it but the same spark…just wasn’t there, prompting her to give up on that dream completely. Wasting time with ‘if only’s would be easy but it was even easier to just drink it all away. Another sip followed as the bitter wine raced down to her throat. But as much bitterness Eva had bottled up inside her over the years, she would not change her life for anything else in the world.

She would not change Liz for anything else in the world, for a better wording.

Her thoughts were finally interrupted by the sound of her doorbell. It was very confusing to Eva as she did not expect Liz to come home at all, let alone this early. Still, she got up from her seat, leaving the wine bottle and glass on the table as she left her balcony to greet Liz, or an unexpected guest Eva could not guess the identity of.

In the end, she opened her door to find a very gorgeous, black haired woman who seemed to have…heterochromia. But her eye colour(s) wasn’t the strangest thing about the whole ordeal. No, Eva did not know this woman at all. The questions continued to race in Eva’s brain even faster as the two just stared at each other. Eva with a look of blatant confusion and her visitor with a smile.

“It has been a very long time, Eva.”

The woman said as she took her first step into Eva’s house. Eva also took a step to stand in front of her, in order to intercept the mysterious woman.

“Uhm…have we met before? I don’t think I recognize you so I’m truly sorry if we’ve met before.”

The smirk in the woman’s face remained unchanged, as if she was expecting Eva to not recognize her at all.

“Oh, it’s totally alright. My name is Katie, but I think you’ll remember when I tell you…no…show you how we met.”

Show her? Well, this was definitely getting weirder and Eva definitely wasn’t pleased with her wine session being interrupted with weirdness like this. She didn’t even remember having anyone named Katie in her life too. As she was about to show the woman named Katie the door, her guest spoke once again, pointing to a nearby drawer cabinet.

“But I think you should check the first drawer, sweetheart.”

The way Katie sounded when saying ‘sweetheart’ was very different from how she sounded when uttering every other word since her unexpected arrival. It was…different…but strangely, Eva felt compelled to just go and check that drawer without telling the woman to go away from her house or anything like that. She turned back and took a few steps before bending over to reach the drawer. Eva grabbed the metallic handle and pulled it, revealing a framed picture of her…and Katie. She took the frame and close the drawer, showing it to Katie.

“Yes, that’s me.”

The guest said with a smug smile as Eva stared at the picture, inspecting it to remember the context of it. She definitely seemed young, back when she was in her twenties. But Katie, she did not seem to have aged at all. Her day was getting just weirder and weirder.

“What the hell is happening here? This picture looks like it had been taken at least 15 years ago. I look much younger here…but you look the same.”

Katie chuckled, very much enjoying having the upper hand in the situation as she seemed to bask in Eva’s confusion.

“Well, thank you, I have a very good skin-care routine.”

The smile quickly vanished though as Katie’s face took a much more serious impression instantly. Her hand swiftly moved to reach Eva’s face before one finger tapped her forehead. That was the last thing Eva saw before she felt herself being sucked by the void until she found herself in a much different place, and from what it looked like, a much different time too.

Out of all the paintings in the gallery, one particularly drew Eva’s attention more than anything else. At surface level, it was just a painting depicting the horrors that happened to women who just dared to be expressive in many European countries back in very old days. But looking at the painting more and more proved that it was more than a painting about witch trials, it was a very beautiful and powerful painting about the hardships those women faced. The colours were a mix of more colder ones like blue and purple with the hot colours of flames that turned those poor women into nothing but ash and dust.

“I’m delighted my piece is able to gather some attention, at least.”

Eva is startled by a feminine voice appearing just behind her, but she is polite enough to turn back and offer her both a smile and her hand. The woman who just implied that she is the artist behind the painting Eva very much liked took her hand and shook it gently, also offering Eva her own smile.

“I’m Eva. Love your painting.”

The artist’s smile turned into a polite chuckle.

“I offer you my gratitude Eva, you’re very kind. My name is Katie, it’s very pleasant to meet someone who’s a fan.”

The longer Eva got to look at Katie, the more she realized how otherworldly beautiful she was. And the moment she realized she had been thinking about her divine beauty more than she should’ve been, a bright shade of red covers her cheeks, which Katie finds even more amusing, which makes Eva even more frustrated about the whole thing.

“So, would you care to tell me what caught your attention?”

Well, Eva could start with those eyes that two separate but beautiful colours or her gorgeous looking pale sk-

“About the painting, I mean.”

Katie clarified with a giggle and it does not Eva’s nervousness at all. Of course the artist sensed her thirst, was it possible for anyone to not thirst for someone like her? But in the end, Eva managed to put her mind together and started to give her honest answer to Katie’s question.

“It’s…very powerful and I think you captured the horror feel scarily well and realistic. Forgive the pun, but I find your painting very….bewitching.”

Katie already looked very happy to hear all those compliments, but especially after the very last word of Eva’s quick review, that happiness is joined with a substantial amount of amusement as well.

“Bewitching you say…quite probably the most accurate word to describe my art. After all, what kind of a witch I would be if I didn’t do bewitching work?”

Her tone is hard to read so Eva isn’t sure if she’s just joking or being serious, but regardless, she is pretty certain Katie just called herself a witch. At the best case scenario, the talented artist was joking and at the worst…well, the world of art always included very eccentric personalities, right? Eva gave her an awkward smile as Katie’s expression did not change a bit.

Still, the idea of a possible madness coming from Katie did not hold an important amount of thought inside Eva’s mind much longer as her focus was once again on how…perfect Katie was. As she breathed next to her, told her all about the inspirations she have to do such amazing art as that with her soft but powerful voice of hers that further spiralled Eva down into her own attraction for the woman who seemed to be in her thirties. Her thoughts were once again interrupted by Eva directly addressing her once again.

“Say, Eva, would you mind taking me to your house tonight?”

Eva seemed to be too far gone to realize something may be a little wrong with the procedure, and the answer coming from her was instant and full of desperation, which did not seem to surprise Katie at all, who only smiled even deeply like a cheshire cat at hearing the one word she was certain that would escape Eva’s lips.

“Sure!”

As the word Eva used to let Katie inside her house many years ago echoed in her head, she found herself slowly pulled back into the present, where she is much older again…and Katie still looked like she hasn’t aged a day at all. Plus, the thing she just had done to make her relive a past day…that could have none other explanation that her unwanted guest was right about her identity all along. It was really a mind-blowing thing to find out at all, let alone finding out this way, but Eva didn’t feel like freaking out, at all. She was sure she would do plenty of that once whatever Katie had come to do had ended.

“So, you’re really a witch.”

Eva was able to muster out a whole sentence, even surprising herself with how articulate she was after finding out…that very extraordinary news. Katie, once again, just gave the owner of the house a smug smirk.

“Took you very long enough to realize, Eva, like, years long.”

“It…it’s not like I remembered what happened at the gallery. I didn’t even know there was an equation to put two and two together, let alone actually doing that.”

That drew another chuckle from Katie, who had been nothing but amused and smug since her arrival. Honestly, it also unintentionally amused Eva as much as it annoyed her, being nothing but a toy, a platform to be made fun of by this…witch…as she held answers to the questions Eva did not even think of.

“It’s okay, Eva, I’m only messing with you.”

“I figured out that much. I just don’t know how much and deep you did and still do so. I still don’t remember what happened that night, right after you invited yourself to my home and I was too… bewitched to refuse you. I’m assuming you used your witchcraft to erase my memory about that.”

“Your assumption would be very correct. Would you like me to remind you?”

Well, it certainly would not hurt to remember another memory she was forced to forget.

“Please.”

“With pleasure.”

Katie winked, putting an emphasis to the word 'pleasure'. Then her expression changed to a very serious one scarily quick before she did her thing one more time, Eva once again losing herself before finding it once again in a different time and place…and with a much different feeling.

Pleasure. Mind-boggling pleasure. That feeling is all Eva can feel, all she can think and grasp at the moment. As Katie’s magical fingers explore their way into the younger woman’s vagina, her magical tongue even gives Eva more pleasure. If she could form coherent sentences instead of loud and violent moans during Katie’s working of her ‘magic’, she would hands down declare this the best sex she had ever had. Hell, Eva wasn’t even able to form any thought not related to the sexual intercourse she found herself in right now. She was a very, very lucky woman. A woman who found the treasure of pleasure and was about to open it fully as she neared quite probably the most powerful orgasm of her life…

…only to see that box of treasure moving further away for him as Eva tried to handle it. Katie had stopped her disgustingly beautiful services and was instead looking at Eva with a grin on her face.

“W-what?”

Eva cried with frustration as Katie’s grin only seemed to grow deeper.

“There’s nothing complicated here, Eva. I stopped before you could cum.”

“Why?”

The second frustrated question that followed the first one was very swift, as swift as Eva’s right arm as it made its way to her pussy to finish the job Katie started before her wrist got caught by Katie’s right hand, preventing it from reaching the desired destination. Gods, Katie’s touch even on her wrist was intoxicating.

“Nuh-uh, Eva. I don’t want you to touch yourself.”

“But I need to cum!”

“I know.”

“Then let me!”

At this point, Eva didn’t behave any better than a spoiled brat who was refused a thing she wanted, but the younger woman was indeed very lost in her arousal that she didn’t care at all. Katie playfully shook her head, indicating that she’s fully behind her decision to not to let Eva cum.

“And why exactly would I do that?”

Katie asked, with a tone that managed to be even more seductive than it had been from the point they met in the gallery.

“Because I’m desperate! I want to cum, I need to explode!”

“I can totally see that Eva, you clearly don’t need to tell me that.”

After that, Katie decided to just run one finger on Eva’s thighs, not touching her most private part in order to further tease her prey like the predator she was.

“Please? What do you want me to do? I’ll do it! I swear...”

Katie’s heterochromiac eyes sparkled at hearing that, like she was waiting to hear that specific set of words from the woman who was going truly mad from being cruelly edged like that.

“I told you I’m a witch, Eva. The ancient laws of magic state that what I shall give, I shall take at least a close or an equal amount. So, in order to give you that orgasm you want so bad, I have to take what you consider most precious in life.”

Even with a single crumb of rational thought, Eva would’ve easily refused that. Too bad Katie was just too good, licking and fingering that last crumb away from Eva's poor little brain. Eva used all her energy to shake her head and non-verbally telling, no, shouting her approval, which only formed yet another of those smiles on Katie’s beautiful face.

“Very well.”

Katie’s fingers found Eva’s aching pussy once again, and with just one move, Eva felt herself explode as she heard herself screaming louder than she ever did…seconds before her world slowly paved its way to total darkness, her consciousness truly proving to be not a strong foe against such a mighty orgasm.

The darkness finds the light again as Eva finds herself in the present once again. The effects that seeing that memory again had on Eva was clearly visible as her nipples were poking through her top. That was…an experience, the mildest way Eva could put it in words. Then, more thoughts started to form inside Eva’s mind once again about that day. Now that she had significantly more recollection of that faithful day, more details started to come to her mind and Eva remembered. She remembered more, more details, much more uglier details. Because she remembered that the day after she went to that art gallery, her best friend and the real mother of Liz died in a car accident. The grief she felt years ago, the grief Eva thought she was over with, suddenly re-emerged. Much stronger this time, with the new information that have just seen the surface. The best friend was the price…for just an orgasm. Eva lost her best friend…because she just wanted a stupid orgasm. But was she even herself that night? Her partner was a literal witch that could do numerous amount of spells that could’ve made want this. The pale Eva looked even paler and her head started to ache. She felt her heart racing and she was pretty certain she was going to just drop and pass out. But she didn’t. Instead, she let out an angry hiss to the witch Eva knew could do several things to shut her up and put her in an even worse position. But she didn’t care at all.

“You manipulated me with your magic. You made me do things that I wouldn’t normally do. You bewitched me so deep that you made me accept your offer.”

Eva took one step towards Katie before taking another. Her voice was getting even more angrier, she feared nothing, she already lost the thing she held most precious according to her, so what worse could happen?

“You stole my best friend from me! You stole my life from me! My dreams from me, you bi-”

“No.”

The answer was clear, and it was said with enough power that Eva instantly shut up. Katie genuinely looked…sad from the moment Eva started her rant.

“I have no hand in your best friend’s death, Eva. Magic…doesn’t work that way. The ancient laws prohibit the magic users to get that price as another person’s death.”

A single tear fell from Eva’s eye and she spoke again, in a very defeated tone that contrasted heavily to her previous angry tone.

“Then why? Why are you here?”

Katie took a deep breath as she locked her eyes on Eva’s.

“Years ago, you took a debt from me in exchange of your orgasm, Eva. I’m here to recollect my debt.”

To say that Eva didn’t understand….wouldn’t be an understatement. She had already lost the thing she thought that was most precious to her years ago. So what could Katie want from her? Her best friend was gone, her desired career was gone, the only thing she had now was….oh no. Oh fucking no. It couldn’t be who Eva thought it could be, could it?

Liz.

Eva started to sweat again as she could make no more logical explanation than the girl she raised after her mother’s death.

“No, no, please, don’t take her.”

Katie only responded with a smile, it seemed Katie knew who Eva thought she meant and the witch made no effort in correcting her this time, certainly not helping Eva’s worries.

“Why, why did you came all those years ago to recollect your ‘debt’? Why didn’t you do it sooner?”

Katie’s expression remained unchanged as she spoke.

“Young Elizabeth turns 20 today, doesn’t she? She’s not a teenager anymore, she’s fully a woman now. And I like women, Eva. Don’t you remember? You were also in your twenties when we met at the art gallery.”

Katie took a step towards the now physically older woman, prompting Eva to took one back in order to keep the distance between them, and maybe even increase it. This did not seem to bother Katie at all, not one bit. The little chase even continued until Eva eventually hit a wall and was unable to go take another step backwards. It didn’t took a genius to know that she was trapped. The option of flight was gone for Eva, and she was certain freezing would not help anything, so she resolved the final F option that she knew: Fight.

“I’m not going to let you take her.”

Eva said, confident as she felt herself to be: Not much. But she had not many other choices, did she? Katie playfully shook her head sideways, now so close to her that Eva could hear her breathing.

“Oh, I didn’t came here to ask for your permission anyway. If you have any intentions of making things harder for me, then I have no choice to remind you just who woman was that made you beg all those years ago.”

Their faces were a mere inch away from each other as Katie did nothing but to uncomfortably stare at Eva. The owner of the home was of course pretty disturbed and scared by all of this…until she started becoming not to. Because her focus gradually shifted to Katie’s breathing, and specifically, her breath. It smelled wonderful. Eva just remained at her position and let the extremely pleasant smell of Katie’s breath fill her sense of smell with pure goodness.

“Just keep breathing Eva, like a good little girl, keep letting my scent go inside you.”

Her voice…it sounded different again. So dominant, so commanding. Eva knew Katie was once again trying to do her witchcraft and bend her will totally to her whims again, but she didn’t know how to stop her. She was helpless. She hated that. She loved that. She obeyed that. Eva breathed and each breath she took made her resistance even weaker.

“You can’t resist, Eva. You know that.”

She indeed knew that, and how could she continue to resist anymore when Katie commanded it like that?

“You’re weak. You’re helpless.”

“Weak….helpless.”

“You will obey.”

“Obey.”

Eva was giving in slightly more with each second, getting even closer to total submission to Katie. She had no other choice, no way of fighting back. She wasn’t a witch, she was just a weak little woman.

“You will submit.”

“Submit.”

“You will surrender.”

“Surrender.”

“You will serve.”

“Serve.”

“You belong to me, and I own you.”

“Yes, I belong to you, and you own me.”

Katie looked pretty confident after getting Eva to repeat all of those mantras without a single moment of hesitation. She was ready to be dealt with the final blow.

“You will help me enslave Elizabeth.”

“I will help you enslave El….Eliz…”

It seemed Katie could not drill that deep into her mental defenses enough to make her willingly give up the most precious thing she had in her life. Years ago, the concept of ‘most precious thing’ was very vague to Eva so it was easier to make her accept to give that up. But now, she had a clear person in mind that she would never ever betray. Katie sighed as she felt Eva slipping away from her control just out of love and loyalty to her Liz. She had no other choice but to use another method. Her eyes suddenly started to glow with a very entrancing, lovely shade of violet that was reflected in Eva’s own eyes as the light made the last bastion of resistance in her brain go away almost instantly.

“You will help me enslave Elizabeth.”

This time, there was no resistance. Her will had been completely capitulated, all her thoughts had been compromised and her mind was left nothing more than a blank sheet of paper waiting to be filled with commands. Eva heard and Eva obeyed. It was as simple as that.

“I will help you enslave Elizabeth.”

“Elizabeth will be my slave, just like you.”

“Elizabeth will be your slave, just like me.”

“While you’re at it, call me Mistress too.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

“Good.”

Katie smiled as her eyes found the upstairs.

“Now, slave, why don’t you take me to your bedroom again like you did all those years ago? I think we have a lot of catching up to do.”

[maatryoshkaa]

Stray Kids as Roommates | Thread

some roommates-to-lovers fluff coming at you!

Bang Chan

You guys are the pair that n e v e r sleep

Turned his room into a home studio; probably would have thrown out his bed and turned his room into an office if you hadn’t stopped him

You often fall asleep to the sound of his humming and tracks muffled through your bedroom wall

You see the most of him during exam season, while pulling all nighters

He’s always in the kitchen making his 14th cup of coffee when you get up to go to the bathroom at 3 am

Lots of deep, meaningful conversations over late night snacks

You swear you’ve heard him talking to his Goku figurines during the unearthly hours of the morning

You’re the only one Chan lets ruffle his fluffy dandelion bedhead in the morning

Takes care of you more than he takes care of himself

Always asks you how your day went when you get home and insists on listening even when he’s been awake for over 48 hours

Always there to give you advice and comfort you when you’re feeling down! A living breathing mental health hotline

Walked into your room when you were studying for finals at 2am

You were in your pajamas, hair a mess and eyes barely open

And that was when Bang Chan decided he was in love with you

Ah, the couple with matching bags under their eyes.

☽ Read the rest of the boys under this cut! 

Woojin

Fried chicken takeout for dinner is a big Friday night thing

Kind of like a big moral support teddy bear, his hugs are the greatest

You steal half his closet in the winter because his hoodies are the comfiest

Literally the dad of your household

Checks up on your health and how you’re doing every now and then

Pushes you to finish your work and makes sure you’re not procrastinating

Honestly, your grades are soaring thanks to him

Helps you with homework

Your parents love him

Always saves and brings you good things to eat

Tucks you in at night when you can’t sleep nyahh i’m soft

And a couple times, when you wake up shaking from nightmares, homesickness or stress, he’s always there to comfort you, lying there until you fall asleep again.

“Woojin?”

“Yeah? Shh, don’t worry, I’m here.”

You always sit outside the bathroom and listen to him sing in the shower

Until he suddenly opened the door in nothing but a towel and you couldn’t face him for weeks

He thought your furiously blushing face was the cutest thing he’d ever seen and teased you about it, 

Until you finally kissed him to make him shut up

Hint: it worked wonders.

Minho

Saturday night dance battles are a t h i n g

Doesn’t do any chores unless he notices you’re feeling tired

Tried to cook once and probably accidentally gave the both of you food poisoning

Remember when he cooked rice cakes in the unwashed metal pan I’m--

Likes you a lot more than he lets on

Like, you’d mention craving a certain food or not having saved up enough money for something, and voila, the next day it’d be sitting on the kitchen table.

“What? It was on sale, just lying around. Don’t think too much of it.”

Clowns you for every little thing, but the moment he hears someone make fun of you, it’s on sight

Bicker like an old married couple, lots of back and forth catfights

Evenings falling asleep on the sofa, both tipsy and giggling while his two cats snuggle up around you

Arguing over who the cats love more

Endless crackhead antics; the neighbours probably hate you

Insists on walking his cats around the apartment complex, when in reality he just wants to spend more time with you

Everyone already knows you’re basically dating but you’re both too stubborn to admit it

Probably hooked up once or twice, or more than once or twice ;)

Changbin

Honestly when you first got him as your roommate, you were terrified

Because this 5’6 ball of dark is intimidating as frick

Realized how soft he really was when he whipped out his Munchlax plushie

Petty arguments with him are impossible because he speaks so fast

So you just let him win

Makes you kill the spider

Always manages to convince you to watch horror movies at 1 am

Probably as an excuse to have you in his arms if you get scared ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he thinks he’s slick

Perfected the “stretch and put his arm around your shoulder” move

Made a special playlist for everything you do together: good vibes for breakfast, upbeat jams when doing the chores together, chill indie mixes for cozy evenings in doing work

Insists on helping you around the house

Bringing you fresh ice coffee, cookies, and convenience store hauls whenever he gets off work

“B-but the Peperos were on a buy one get one free sale 👉👈”

Suggests playing the pocky/pepero kiss game to which you smack him in response

But you end up giving him a quick peck anyways, and he freezes, stunned

You run off, face red, Changbin chasing after to you with a wicked grin

“What was that? Is that buy one get one, too, because I want another oneeee!”

Hyunjin

The chillest roommate, but when he gets hyper oh m y

I ain’t gettin no sleep cos of y’all, y’all not gettin sleep cos of me

You have to wake him on the weekends because this boy would sleep until the evening

You want to let him rest, though, since he’s always out and working so late ;(

Secretly takes so many candid, soft pictures of you and saves them as his wallpaper

Loves to take you shopping and dress the both of you in matching #OOTDs

Hypes you the heck up

“She’s sister snatched today! Skin glowing, outfit on point -- oh look at that SMILE! Do the thing again -- oh my gosh. You’re killing it, y/n!”

Gives you fashion advice and beauty tips, although you keep bugging him for his skincare routine cuz damn

Probably share skincare products

Always do face masks together but fail at keeping them on because the two of you keep laughing at the stupidest things

Sometimes he has to put you to bed when he comes home late, and you’ve fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to get back

Can’t resist kissing your forehead sometimes when tucking you in

At moments like these, he finds himself wishing for a sliver of a chance that you might feel the same way he has

He’s honestly so damn obvious though, getting you matching “roommate” things when he goes out -- plushies that remind him of you, little snacks when you’re down, cute accessories, you name it

This boy also forgets that he talks in his sleep -- and is very hard to wake up

So one morning, you’re leaning over his bed, about to shake him awake, and hear him mumble

“y/n, y/n, y/n...i like you sooo much...what do i do?”

You nearly choke on your toast, effectively waking the boy up, and he stares at you, half-awake and mortified.

“What? Did I--did I say something in my sleep?”

The smug, blushing smile spreading over your face is enough to send him diving back under the covers as you begin to tease him

Jisung

So comfortable to be around, he’s basically your best friend from day 1

Except for the fact that he’s so. Damn. LOUD

Noise complaints filed from the neighbours, the landlord, the neighbour’s dog, you name it

Another soft bean whose bedhead you love to ruffle

I mean have you seen My Pace dance practice? That boys mane has a mind of its own--

Brings you lots of cakes and pastries from cute bakeries when you’re stressed

A responsible boi™ ! always helps you out around the house.

Grocery shopping together? What a concept

Except he piles the cart with chips and snacks when he thinks you’re not looking

Lots of late nights binging movies on Netflix

This boy loves moves

But he loves them even more when he watches them with you ;D

Afterwards, you’re both too lazy and comfortable to move, so you end up falling asleep cuddled up against each other

Always runs away and hides when you ask to see his songs

You find scraps of hastily scribbled lyrics and ideas strewn around the house all the time

Little phrases like “i think i love you” and “my heart beats impossibly fast when i’m with you”

So you manage to collect enough to bring them to him and tease him about it

Jisung gets all quiet, though, instead of whining like he usually does, and you quickly apologise, thinking you’ve gone too far

You reassure him his writing is amazing

“It’s not that.”

He finally looks you in the eye, the intensity of his stare making your heart stop for a moment.

“They’re about you.”

Oh, how the turn tables.

Felix

i hate him sm, blease

Why did you even agree to room with him

Rooming with Felix is a one way trip to insanity -- we going ✈️✈️ acid trip

You can hear him yelling yeets and yeehaws when he plays Fortnite while you do your homework, and you swear you’re t h i s close to putting his head straight through his screen

Video game marathons when you’re not busy though, you have to admit, are the bomb

Probably convinced you to make TikToks with him

Makes you do all the viral challenges, including the couple trends

Honestly the most fun guy to be around ever

Your daily dose of memes and sugar

Knows when to be down to earth and serious, though!

Gives the best massages when you’re overworked and runs you a bath, promptly ordering your favourite takeout and making sure to feed you

Building pillow forts together on rainy days and snow days, and having sleepovers!

Binging vine compilations together during said sleepovers

Sending each other memes at 1 am when you’re both simultaneously procrastinating on homework

You basically became a couple without really going through the confession stage; it just sort of happened

“Hey, ‘lix?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I think I kinda like you.”

A sideways smirk. “Well, yeah, you’ve dealt with me for this long.”

The best-friends couple: soulmates, and, more importantly, partners in crime vine

Seungmin

Sweetest roommate!! Honestly you feel bad for even asking him to do chores

Has a bit of an evil side, though

One second he’s flashing you an angelic smile, the next he’s roasting you for your selfie skills on your recent Instagram post

You make one (1) complaint about the living room being messy, next thing you know you wake up and it’s spick and span

Cooks?? Really hecking well?

Sometimes you wonder if you signed up for a roommate or a housekeeper

Your apartment is so clean

Taking evening strolls together after dinner and taking pictures at the park

Walks you to and from work/school like a little puppy, and gets anxious if you’re late coming home

Doesn’t know how to show how much he cares about you and gets frustrated with himself

So he indulges in the little things, like packing you cute little lunches with sticky notes on the containers

Little notes around the house on days he stays out working late, like make sure you’re eating! And don’t sleep too late!

Honestly, you fell for him the moment he first smiled at you

Once, he was working overtime nonstop, and you didn’t get to see him for over two weeks

When he finally came home on time, you couldn’t help tackling him in a big bear hug

After he got over his initial heartbeat racing a thousand miles per hour, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, hugging you back tightly

No words were needed, you missed each other’s presence so much, it seemed to say itself

I love you, and I missed you.

Jeongin

Is this boy even old enough to rent out a room? He is babie

So incredibly shy when he first meets you, but warms up quickly

Owns animal-printed pajamas and onesies

You both had a mini celebration when he got his braces off, complete with banana milk and animal crackers

You are both babie

An early bird, always wakes up before you

You wake up to him shaking you and laughing at your scrunched up face

“Wake uuppp, y/n, you’re going to be so late!”

“Ergghhhh.”

Can’t clean to save his life; always ends up breaking something or knocking things over

So he’s in charge of doing the laundry

Had a fat mental breakdown when he realised that meant your underwear

Your apartment is littered with figurines and plushies that both of you collect and don’t have the heart to clean out

“Jeongin, where are y----” you stop. “Why are you lying face down on the ground?”

“...we’re out of banana milk.”

Another hidden evil bean who clowns you for everything you do once he warms up to you

Baby boy!Jeongin switches to Savage!Jeongin in a matter of seconds

Also makes you kill the spider

Helps you cook, but only if you tell him how to do everything or he’ll freak out

Putting mukbang channels on the TV while eating together and watching in comfortable silence

Loves watching you eat and has a million derpy pictures of you saved on his phone

Poor boy has no idea how to tell you he’s falling head over heels with you

Accidentally blurts out “I like you” during a screaming contest

Lots, I mean LOTS of awkward laughing as Jeongin feels his face heat up, watching yours do the same

The longest moment passes, and Jeongin is getting ready to disassociate when you’re finally able to open your mouth and scream back,

“I like you, too!”

Baby boy found his soulmate.

[ifritini]

So the prompt was from a conversation that basically went “wait video games are real in FFXV that means I can play my favourite games haha nice” which devolved “haha the lads reacting to you falling for vidy game characters” and going with it. Basically I took a shitpost prompt and ran with it. 

Noctis Lucis Caelum

He is OFFENDED the moment you either say it casually or let it slip. After all he's the one who suggested playing the game together to spend time together, only for you to proclaim your love for one of the characters. To think you'd fall for someone that's not him and admit to it just like that? Preposterous. 

In his mind he knows it's all fictional and you truly love him. His heart however? It knows a thing or two about jealousy from even one offhand comment about your new fave video game spouse. There are of course doubts here and there over just how much you truly love him but he tries to ignore them. Success varies depending on his current peace of mind. As best as he tries to keep this jealousy up under wraps, it's hard for Noctis to not subconsciously pout over it. 

He knows you love him more than that person on the television screen but sometimes knowing for himself isn't enough and you telling him that your love for him is far greater if not entirely incomparable to that of a fictional character. He knows it's petty and childish, but he will be smug about it. Perhaps even a "Take that!" directed at them. 

Takes up to teasing you over it. "Oh look, there's your Prince not as charming as me." whenever they appear on screen. No, the pillow to the face won't shut him up no matter how many times you throw it at him. 

Prompto Argentum

He is distraught. Shaken. His own chocobae betraying him like this, in his own home no less. He is quickly reduced into a mess faster than you can add onto your passing comment; "Man I think I'm falling for this character.". He believes his entire love life career has ended then and there. Prompto has been trying to play the game of love and he just got a fatality. 

He's known jealousy towards characters before, wishing he was as cool or as smart as them in the past but now he's found a new type: your affection for them. He puffs out his chest and attempts to be ten times cooler ten times braver and ten times more badass than his newfound rival and it's hard for him to be subtle about it. 

Prompto does need to be told that it's only a passing fictional crush and your love for him outshines the crush for this character, and always will. Sure they're neat but he's the whole cake with a cherry on top.

Apologises weeks later for his crisis because he progressed further in the game and fell in love with a separate character and understands precisely how you feel. You two bond over your fictional crushes and holding their hands while lounging on Prompto's couch holding each other's hands. 

Gladiolus Amicitia

He is indifferent. Partially indifferent. The other part is mildly offended he now has competition he can't square up with face to face. Can this character hold you in their arms? Give you kisses? Take you on long hikes? No? Then what's the point of loving them when he's right there ready to do all that and more. 

He can't say much though. He plays a ton of fighting games (and mostly got good at them to wipe the floor with Noctis whenever they played against each other) and Astrals know how many times he's felt a little swoon over either lady or man who could snap his spine in half with no effort. Not to count the same crushes with the same standards from the plethora of books he's read. To protest your crush would make him a hypocrite and Gladiolus most certainly isn't one. 

Not to say he doesn't slip in "Bet they can't love you as much as I do." and bringing you closer without a warning and smothering you with all the love only he can give. Nope, not jealousy. Not one bit. "You realise I love you more right?" you ask and he just beams like he heard it for the first time again. 

Much like Noctis he will relentlessly tease you over this. No you can't shut him up. No he won't stop. No shoving a pillow in his face won't work like with Noctis and he'll dodge it. But Astrals forbid you find out about his own pile of fictional crushes because it works wonders as a counterattack. 

Ignis Scientia 

Mostly confused over literal pixels managing to get your affection. Not that he blames you considering his schedule offers little free time but he can't help but find himself… Thinking. The day he admits this "thinking" is his cover up for sulking is the day he will die. A small, horrible little thought wonders if you're finally falling out of love with him. Again, he won't blame you due to his work. 

As silly as it is Ignis admits he feels jealousy. To himself only of course. He would rather die than let anyone else know that some fictional person has his heart in a twist over you. Him being so in control over his emotions is his triumph, but after it's been eating away at him after a while it becomes his downfall. 

"Did you really think I'd legitimately choose anyone over you?" comes your response after he finally decides to open up what's causing his most recent fowl mood. He knows it's silly. He assumes you know he knows it's silly. Yet hearing those words has him beaming. Hiding the self assured smug smile becomes harder with each passing second. 

Won't tease you as bad as Noctis and Gladio, but does make a passing comment every now and then. Though instead of teasing you over your crush, it's more in the ilk of "A shame they're not there to hold you like I am." 

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret 

She is FLOORED. What do you mean you love them? And what is she? A worm to you? She will be pouting about this and she will be miffed you can't take her seriously when she looks cute doing anything, including pouting. A shame she is very much so guilty of the same thing. You distinctly remember her talking about some muscle bound sword wielding girl in a television show a day before and how dreamy she was, and a week before about some ditzy male character in a book she found cute. She won't win this. 

Jealous? Absolutely. Does she try to hide it? Yes and the keyword is try. You easily tell what's up when she's frowning at the television and that character appears. She'll have her few attempts at denying anything but finally caves in and admits that she does in fact envy your feelings for a bunch of pixels no matter how small the affection. 

Knows she shouldn't need reassuring that you love her most but that doesn't stop her from revelling it when you confess your undying love. You can tell by the slight puffing up of her chest that she feels a GREAT sense of victory over this. 

It's just back and forth teasing and both your fictional crushes turn into a battlefield. It's all a game who can get the other flustered worse and sadly there are no winners when you both end up a mess. It's all good, and the scores are always settled by cuddles right after the battle is fought. 

Ravus Nox Fleuret 

Frankly he is offended. Granted you cannot tell by his disgruntled look that seems to be ever prevalent no matter his current internal turmoil. He is right there in the flesh and you're fawning over pixels? He just doesn't get it and refuses to. Immediately takes the leap to conclusions and assumes you truly don't love this mess of a man anymore. Laments over his continuous loss and begins coming to terms with his fate of being unloved. 

Tries not to be passive aggressive over it but it turns out it’s something easier said than done. Somehow he manages to perfectly convey it without any words - just glaring an impressive amount of daggers at the television screen. Hasn’t felt this jealous since that time before he could even muster up the courage to confess to you and he found out some random Niflheim soldier was chatting you up. At least then his competition was tangible. How was he to prove himself over some funky colours on the screen? 

The cat’s finally out of the bag and your suspicions are confirmed when he makes his first ever direct remark: “What’s so great about them anyways.”. His tone absolutely takes you aback; he sounds like a sibling who received a second less worth of attention from a parent. Ravus has to get affirmation that you do in fact love him a whole lot more. Ravus will revel in this little fun fact - or would smug be a better word? 

Cannot tease you without feeling jealousy creeping up and he absolutely hates himself for it. And so instead you get little offhand comments such as “Let them best me in a duel and we will see who wins your hand in marriage.” No varying levels of exasperation in your sigh will deter him, he will refuse to relent. 

Ardyn Lucis Caelum

For the most part he is confused. Didn’t really think someone could catch a bad case of the feelings for a fictional character but sometimes it’s best some questions go unanswered. Jealousy? In my Ardyn? It’s… less likely than you think. He knows for a FACT whoever this person is on the screen cannot even begin to compare to what he has. Perhaps their one redeeming factor is not being a walking talking daemon parade and being able to not sting in sunlight but that’s not enough to outshine this package. 

Doesn’t stop him from making a big show out of it all. He sees the chance to dramatically drape himself over your lap, lamenting how his one love has been snatched away by this stranger. The antics cannot and will not end. 

Doesn’t really need confirmation that you do in fact love him more, but appreciates it when you say it nonetheless. That’s simply proving him right and the only thing he loves more than being right is you. The second bonus is more smugness to throw around. “Oh I pity that poor soul, never knowing what true love feels like. Unlike me, of course.”. 

And a pity for you, because he’s found a new weaponised way to tease you with. A whole ten miles farther than Noctis or Gladio could ever wish for, you’d swear he’s writing you some sort of self insert fanfiction on the spot. The pros? He seems to be putting quite a lot of effort into it. The cons? He’s doing it specifically just to fluster you, alongside the things he decides to come up with to achieve that goal. 

Aranea Highwind 

Her confidence has not wavered since she found out. Or rather, it hasn’t wavered that much. Psh, of course you still love her. Right?  Right? Good thing that inner turmoil is kept under wraps. She’d much rather an Astral strike her down where she stands rather than have to admit she has beef with a fictional character you just so happened to take a liking to. 

Gets all in a little jealous twist wondering exactly what she’s missing. What does that pixelated rando have that she doesn’t? A physical body for one and that leaves her ever so slightly questioning her lover capabilities. Has she failed? Is this how it ends? You somehow ride off into the sunset with this character somehow materialised? What a life to live and this shall be her legacy. 

Her act gets thrown off and while normally concerning, this time you’re grateful so you can pinpoint just what’s on her mind. She may huff all she wants but there’s not much one can do caught red handed. Logically she knows she doesn’t need that affirmation but emotionally? By the Astrals does she wanna hear it. “You do realise… I love you more right…?” Damn right you do. Her confidence has reached astronomical new levels. 

There is no grandiose teasing but there is a few smug comments. Her goto is looking at the screen and tutting; “A shame they’ll never be me, huh babe?”. Absolutely takes is as a competition and knows she can win every battle by simply stating that she can do it ten times better, and will do it now given the chance. 

[duckyworth]

Another repost of a piece of art I’m really proud of - fanart for the 2016 Bunnicula cartoon. :3

Been checking out the 2016 animated adaptation series of Bunnicula recently, and while it's not my absolute favourite animated series, I am really enjoying it, so I decided to draw some fanart of it with it's version of the three main characters Bunnicula the vegetarian vampire rabbit, Chester the cat and Harold the dog reacting to a whole group of monsters surrounding them. Bunnicula is ecstatic to see them, Chester is petrified and Harold isn't really sure how to react. Before you ask, I haven't read the books the show is based on myself (but I'd like to), and I heard the show is more loosely based on the books (the show takes place in the Orlock Apartments in New Orleans, more supernatural elements are present and some of the characters are portrayed differently along with them having a single father and his teenage daughter owning the pets), but I heard James Howe, one of the authors of the original books, was involved in the show's production and was really happy with how the show turned out, so I'm happy with that too. :) But judging the show on it's own merits, I think that while the pilot episode (Mumkey Business) was a bit manic, a lot of the jokes in the show so far had me laughing, and I do think the characters play off each other pretty well and I think the whole setup reminds me of like if Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy got combined with Looney Tunes (which is fitting, seen as Maxwell Atoms and Jessica Borutski were two of the showrunners).  (Plus, after all the feels in Steven Universe, something more light hearted makes for something a little different. XD ) The characters remind me a bit of a combo of the Spongebob cast (pre movie thankfully) and the Billy and Mandy cast - with Bunnicula being like Spongebob mixed with Grim (combining Spongebob's innocence with Grim's supernatural powers, albeit a fair bit more mischievous but helping save the day in most cases and gaining different abilities from different vegetables he drains - also, I think he can be pretty cute), Harold being Patrick and Billy (in that he's a bit dim but he doesn't do dumb things for no reason and is the heart of the trio - he's definitely like the BETTER version of Patrick and he has helped against some of the monsters in the episodes), and Chester being Squidward mixed with Mandy (he's an interesting case in how he can act scathingly sarcastic and has some cases where he does act smug towards the other characters like Bunnicula in particular that kickstarts some conflicts so karma does bite him in the butt, but he's also a huge bundle of nerves a lot of the time too and takes a fair bit of the slapstick and makes it clear he does care for the others and feels guilt for taking it too far in some episodes I've seen - plus he gets a lot of the best lines and he’s got the voice of Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings, Sean Astin XD). Also, for all the show's spooky zany antics and spookiness, with how the characters interact and quite a few of the conflicts coming about because they or their owner Mina is in danger from the various monsters they face, it can have a fair bit of heart too when the characters show how much they care about each other deep down, which I do appreciate as well. Finally, I have to say I really enjoy the art style and voice acting of the show too - it actually reminds me a little of my own art style (which was probably why I had so much fun drawing this picture) , and the voice cast including Sean Astin, Chris Kattan, Brian Kimmet, Kari Wahlgren, Richard Steven Horvitz, Grey DeLisle, Greg Eagles and Tom Kenny do a great job too. I heard the show REALLY got screwed over by the network and falls under the radar often (it aired unannounced on Cartoon Network - I can think of a certain show responsible for why it didn't get much attention on that network , got kicked onto Boomerang after 8 episodes and then had unannounced airings happening over its three season run :( ), and I only came across the show by complete accident while channel surfing one day, and then again by accident when a friend mentioned the books on my Discord chat and coming across a lot of clips on YouTube, but I do recommend it to you if you're interested.  I just think it's easier to find in America than here in the UK, but I found most of the episodes on thewatchcartoononline, so I recommend looking there. :)

[crazyrandomfucker]

Toblerone to obliterate someone

Challenge prompt made by @gale-of-the-nomads

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It was already Christmas season and the all the junior classes from College Dupont were having a christmas party on Grand Paris Hotel courtesy of Mayor Bourgeoise and, to everyone's surprise, Gabriel Agreste itself. To give the party a bit of entertainment, there were small events, like a Miss Miraculous contest, a small desgining contest and a micro concert by Jagged Stone, who had insisted to spend the afternoon with the teenagers misteriously.

Of course, the cattering was handled by Alya's mother as the headchef of the hotel, but the boulangerie-pastisserie Dupain-Cheng had mad a littlr contribution providing some macarons, an enormous cake and the newest pastry on the bakery: four-flavoured mistery buns, which were buns stuffed with four different fillings: chocolate, apple and cinnamom, cheese and the most popular, spicy sausage.

Everyone was having fun. They had a bit of music played by Nino, food from the best chef and the best bakers in Paris, their friends all together having fun, their families, the bits of entertainment the mini events gave them,... However, everybody had at least a bit of curiosity towards a weird section of the room, filled with toblerone but heavily guarded. They had been told it was a secret reward of one of the events.

Adrien decided to participate in the designing contest, but instead of a designer, he went as a model. Thought initially he had no intereat in participating on any of the events, but he decided to help his friends with the events. He had been Nino's buddy and kept him fed as the Dj did his job. Adrien helped Alya get a permission to film and take pictures of everything in order to document the whole party. He was going to judge on some of the contest as well, but right now he was Marinette exclusive model.

The bluenette had almost fainted when he offered to be her model, but she did an splendid job tailoring. The participants only had to design a Christmas sweater, but Marinette had surpassed by far the expectations. She made a Chat Noir-themed Christmas sweater (it had written Merry Catmas right on the front) with an acid green scarf and a Ladybug-themed sweater (the polka dots had something Christmasy on each of them) with a white fluffy scarf to pair it with. Then she had decided to make Santa's hats too and added cat ears to one of them. Adrien was more than tempted to keep the Chat Noir outfit for himself, but Marinette told him that someone else had already asked for it.

Still, when Adrien put on the sweater, the scarf and the black hat, he couldn't help but wanting to keep it. That is, until he saw Marinette wearing the Ladybug's combination. His heart skipped a beat and he could only gawk at Marinette for a solid minute before he calmed himself down and acted profesionally once more.

On the other side, Marinette was exstasic that she was just simply going to model her designs alongside Adrien Agreste, her friend and crush. Ah, it was like a dream for her. She knew Adrien liked the sweaters, but she really hoped that the jury would do so, but she wasn't as nervous as when she had participated on other contests, she had improved quite a lot since then.

And their turn came. They walked down the improvised catwalk, let the judges see the sweaters and went nack inside to wait for the veredict. Ironically, Adrien was more nervous than Marinette for once, hoping that his amazing friend would win the contest. But saldy enough, she didn't.

Marinette wasn't sad or anything, rather, she was happy for the winner, Juleka. She hugged Juleka and congratulated her for winning with her black and purple sweater, which the jury had stated to be daring and refreshing. Neverteless, the jury called Marinette to go again onstage and awarded her with an honorable mention for her tribute to the local heroes.

Adrien was confused for sure. He didn't understand how Marinette could be so happy even if she hadn't won. Sure, she was someone so positive that Adrien couldn't help to admire, but it was almost like Marinette was the embodiment of hapiness right now. His heart bumped insided his chest and a very faint shade of pink dusted the model's cheeks. She was so amazing. And he didn't deny it now. The times where he'd deny his feelings for Marinette insisting that he only loved Ladybug were long lost, but he wouldn't confess to her, afraid of ruining the friendship they had because Marinette was in love with Luka, even if they had broken some time ago.

"Hey Sunshine, why the long face?" called him Kim.

"Uh? Oh, I was lost in thoughts, sorry" appologised Adrien awkwardly.

"Then cheer up Buttercup, next contest is Miss Miraculous and then Jagged will play for us" said Alix.

"And according to my intel, Marinette us going to participate in both events" said Max.

"Mari? How-" began Adrien.

"Alya" said the trio at unison.

"That makes sense" agreed Adrien.

The trio left and Adrien decided to simply take a look at the pastries before the contest began. He decided to pick four of the mistery buns, hoping to get all of them except the cheese one. But there were two filled with chocolate and two filled with cheese (he hated to admit it was delicious).

Four hands grabbed him from behind and pulled him aside from the food table. He turned to see who had interrupted his little moment of joy and recognised his two bespectacled friends who had a worried face.

"Hey dude, Alix told us you weren't looking good" said Nino.

"Don't waste your model figure by eating away your problems" said Alya with a teasing remark on her voice despite her serious face.

"Don't worry, I'm okay. I was just thinking for real" reassured Adrien. "And no Alya, I wasn't eating away my problems, I happen to be addicted to the Dupain-Cheng's food".

"And who isn't? Even my mother loves their bakery" said Alya.

"What were you thinking of dude? Your father is making you work a lot again?" said Nino, but not seeing any change on Adrien expression decided to change his aporoach. "Or perhaps it were lady problems?"

Adrien blushed a bit and Alya gave him a knowing look. "I'll leave the interrogatory for you sweetie" said before she left.

"Forget about Alya, you know how she is" said Nino rolling his eyes and putting his hand over Adrien's shoulders. "Now, tell uncle Nino what girl has our little Sunny boy so distracted".

"What? I didn't say there was a girl or something!" saud Adrien blushing.

"Oh, then it's a boy?" teased Nino fully knowing it wasn't.

"No Nino, I'm not into boys" said Adrien and sighed. "If I tell you will you stop?"

"Man, you know I won't stop until you talk" said Nino.

"More like you won't stop because you fear Alya's rage" said Adrien. "Okay, there is a girl I'm friends with, but she is totally out of my league and I don't want to ruin our friendship".

"Does this marvelous girl has a name per chance?" asked Nino. "I promise I won't tell anyone except Alya, because you're right, her rage scares me".

"It's Marinette" confessed Adrien blushing and awkwardly looking away.

"Not even my supermodel dude has escaped the sweets!" exclamied Nino laughing. "Don't worry man, I won't tell a soul. Be grateful that Papa Nino and Mama Alya are going to give you a hand".

"I thought you were Uncle Nino. Besides, why give me a hand? I don't want to confess and screw our perfect friendship. She's way out of my league" said Adrien.

"Dude" deadpanned Nino. "You are a supermodel, famous all around the world and have a horde of fans. I know Mari is incredible, everyone has had a crush on her including Alya and myself, but she is a quite ordinary girl".

"She's definetly not. She has designed for a lot for big names in the music industry and is also famous around the world because of that. She even has a lot of connections with famous people across the world. And let's not talk about her fanclub, every boy and a lot of girls in our school are in that club. Also, her parents own the best bakery in France and she's realky talented on baking, designing, drawing, painting, dancing and a lot of other things" said Adrien not noticing his blush nor Nino's smug smirk.

"Have you finished yet? Is that why you like her?" asked the DJ smirking.

"No, I like her because she's the sweetest, kindest, most attentive, caring and positive girl I know. And she is beautyfull. I could lose myself contempling her Bluebell eyes or her obsidian black hair or her flawless doll-like skin. I know I used to have a crush on Ladybug, but when I said she was our everyday Ladybug, I wasn't joking. She is amazing" finished Adrien, almost out of breath.

"Boy, I hope Alya hasn't put another hidden microphone on me, because that was so toothrooting that she'd get diabetes like me" teased Nino.

"Alya puts hidden microphones on you?" asked Adrien weirded out.

"A few times to use me as her personal infiltrator" confessed Nino. "I swear I don't know how she manages to hide them so well that I don't notice them until she takes them back".

"I'm going to die of embarrassement if you have one of those microphones on you. Alya, if you're listening to me, don't say a word" begged the blond.

"Don't worry about it dude, let's go see the beauty contest. Lucky for you, your bro here has two spots on the front line reserved for us, so you'll see Marinette perfectly" teased Nino.

"Let me guess, Alya?" said Adrien still nervous.

"Nope. Marinette's parents. Who do you think that helped Alya to secretly prepare Matinette's participation?" said Nino.

"Honestly? I think that Jagged Stone would. I mean, he's been here with us all the time just to see Marinette and check upon her friends. He has totally adopted her as his niece. I'm sure it's great to have your favourite rock star as your uncle" pointed Adrien.

"True, but her parents are even more attentive to her than Jagged" said Nino.

"Which is totally true" said Jagged Stone from behind them, surprising both teens. "Tom and Sabine are probably the best parents in the world".

"Jagged, I think you've scared them popping out of nowhere" pointed Penny sounding a tad tired.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine dudes" said Nino. "Hey, Mr. Stone, my friend here Adrien is a fan of yours".

"Glad to meet you then. Hm... I think I've seen you somewhere else" said Jagged thinking.

"He's a famous model, his face is all across Paris and Marinette had a lot of posters of him, for fashion purpouses" said Penny flatly.

"Oh, is that so? I knew I had seen him somewhere. Are you friends of Marinette?" asked Jagged overenthusiastically.

"I have known her since we were three, we're childhood friends" said Nino proudly.

"She's my friend too, she the most amazing girl I know and she's very easily to care about" said Adrien.

"Ah, I like you two boys, you know how to apreciate the good things! Were you talking about Marinette and the beauty contest?" asked curious Jagged.

"Yeah, the girl is participating. My girlfriend and her parents managed to sign her in without her knowing. We're going to take a seat,want to come with us?" offered Nino.

"Of course! I wouldn't lose that for anything" said Jagged enthusiastically. "You said your girlfriend planned this? You must be Nino right? Aspiring film director and part time DJ?"

"Yup, that's me" said Nino.

"Oh wait, then you're Adrien Agreste right? Marinette's model friend" realised Jagged.

"I am and I'm glad to be her friend" said Adrien smiling fondly.

"But you would like more right?" said Jagged smiling knowingly. "You have the eyes of someone in love and your heart plays a ballade when you talk of her".

"Jagged, remember to play nice. That's not something to say to someone you don't know" scolded him Penny.

"Sorry, she's right, I may have overstepped my boundaries" apollogised Jagged.

"Oh, don't worry, it's fine" said Adrien politely almist robotically, even if he was a blushing mess inside.

An awkward silence set on, or at least it would if Jagged hadn't decided to overenthusiastically give Adrien a third degree. Nino could barely hold his laugh at the situation, but Penny seemed to worry about Adrien, probably because she knew better than anyone how Jagged could be sometimes. Eventhought, Adrien was spared when Tom and Sabine saw the four of them and invited them to seat with them.

"Hello Nino, nice to see you again. Is Alya being to rowdy with you as usual?" said Sabine with a gentle smile.

"She might be, but it's what I love about her, so no complains from me" said Nino.

"I see, your a tough guy Nino. I swear I sometimes think that Alya will break Marinette sometime, if Mari doesn't breaks her first thought" said Tom laughing.

"Hi Jagged, hi Penny. Checking on Marinette?" asjed Sabine politely.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see her shining like the rockstar she is" said Jagged enthusiasticly.

"I'm sorry for always causing trouble to you two" apologised Penny.

"Don't be sweetheart, it's lovely to have someone so lively around" said Sabine.

"And last, but not least, our local sunny boy Adrien. How have you been son?" asked Tom.

"I've been fine sir, having lots of fun today specially" said Adrien with a genuine smile.

"Oh, come on boy, how many times I've told you to call me Tom instead of sir, I'm not as old as my father yet" said Tom with a very contagious laugh.

"Oi Tom, what do you think of the model boy? Is he a good one?" asked Jagged.

"He is Jagged. Always so respectful and yet so sweet to others" said Tom smiling. "It makes me want to adopt him sometimes".

"I see. If you say the boy is good then he has to be" declared Jagged, ignoring the glare Penny was giving him.

"Jagged? Sweetheart? What are you two talking about, in front of the one you are talking about?" said Sabine smiling, but her smile made everyone shudder and Adrien almost run for help, and he was a superhero.

"We're sorry" gave in both men.

"Now, now. Don't worry about them Adrien you are always welcomed home" said Sabine. "I'm sure Marinette will be thrilled each time you visit".

"I don't think so mad- Sabine. Mari knows so many awesome people, I'm hardly someone special" said Adrien smiling a bit sheepishly.

"Come on now, don't undervaluate yourself like that. You are a great child and you'd be surprised to see how close does Marinette holds you. You are her friend, and a very good one at that" said Sabine.

"I told you dude, you are underselling yourself a bit too much" said Nino.

"The show is going to start!" said Jagged and everyone sat to see the contest.

The contest itself consisted of three rounds. On the first one the participants had to show their talents. Marinette, wearing a very girly and adorable outfit, had decided to show her skills in ballet. For someone who trips over air almost daily, Marinette showed a graceful and astoundingly beautyful dance. She got an inmediate pass to the second round.

On the second round, the participants had to prove that they were indeed miraculous, being at the same time strong and beautiful, so they had to show some muscle and skills on an improvised mini circuit lifting weight, jumping between platforms and, of course, swinging with a yoyo. It was meantto show beautyand strength at the same time, so noone expected that a participant would finish the task given. But Marinette showed up in a sort of Chat Noirish street dancer outfit that revealed a bit of the muscles she really had. The public was surely impressed. Marinette looked fragile and beautiful, like a doll made of glass. But her tonified abdomen and arms proved that this girl could and would do some butt kicking if needed. She started the second round and complete ut flawlessly with the grace of a swan, making the public roar in awe. Adrien was speechless, totally embellessed by her looks and, if he had to admit, he was getting very flustered by how badass could the petite bluenette be.

The final round was diferent fron the previous and more like a nornal beauty contest, not a superhero contest. The girls simply had to wore something eye-catching and the jury would decide the winner. Alya would enjoy this one for sure. She had been observing little Sunshine reactions on her girl after hearing his love confession via Nino's hidden microphone and she knew that someone would lose his cool when he saw what she had in store for him. She was no designer or fashion mogul, for sure, but she knew how to dress and how to make someone lose their mind. She smiled as she sended Marinette onstage, having styled her hair and done her make up to fit with her outfit.

And Marinette went out on the stage. Everyone took a breath when they saw her, she was radiant, simply a truly magnificient sight to behold. Adrien couldn't take his eyes off her. She was wearing a light pink silky dress, almost as if it was pulled out of a fairy tale. Adrien felt warmth through all his body, as if someone had set him on fire. He felt as if Hawk Moth had infested his stomach with akumas and Ladybug had unleashed her Miraculous Cure inside of him as well. Gosh, he loved that girl.

Marinette was nervous, freaking out, but still waiting patiently for the results of the weirdest beauty contest she had ever seen, a contest she didn't had intention to oarticipate until a certain bespectacled ginger hijacked her plans for the night. She was waiting expectantly as she heard what happened on the stage. And then silence came, so probably the jury had to debate who was the win-

"May Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng cone onstage?" exclaimed someone fron the staff.

"I'm coming!" said Marinette doing as asked.

She hadn't had time to change, but the jury didn't seem to be interested on that, rather, everyone seemed to be happy to see her again like that? Strange. But she focused and looked directly at the jury, expecting them to finally talk. Instead, the jury look at one another, nodded their heads and went back to stare Marinette, making her a tad incomfortable.

"Uh.... Excuse me? May I know why am I here?" asked Marinette worried.

"Huh? Oh, right, right" said one of the jury, finally snapping out if whatever was going on everyone's mind. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, we are proud to announce that you are, without a doubt, Miss Miraculous!"

Some people from the staff came and gave Mari some flowers and a banner that said Miraculous. She bowed to the jury and then to the public and smiled widely from the bottom of her heart.

"Um... Thank you a lot for this. I'm not sure what to say, I didn't know I was participating until my best friend announced me that she had onesidely signed me in. I didn't expect to win also, there were a lot of more beautyful girls on the contest..." said Marinette humbly and everyone clapped.

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After clearing everything from the beautu contest, the staff went to fetch Jagged for his little concert. Everyone, minus Jagged and Penny, were surprised to hear that Jagged would take some people onto the stage and that he was going not to sing his usual songs, but he was rather going to improvise some. Adrien felt specially worried when after saying that Jagged winked at him. Either way Adrien would go onstage or he would most likely feature one of the songs or maybe even both. But Marinette arrived and that distracted Jagged from Adrien, instantly hugging his adopted niece and congratulating her for winning.

Adrien felt a little sting on his heart when he saw Marinette, as if his heart was trying to escape from his body, trying to go to her hands. He awkwardly waved and Marinette noticed, waving back as she brightened and smiled.

What Adrien didn't know was that Marinette was also a bit nervous inside as well. She no longer had the enormous crush that didn't let her say a word to him, but she still felt something for Adrien even if she had tried to drown those feelings to let Kagami had a chance with Adrien and gave Luka a chance. Also, it didn't help that he remembered her so much of her dorky partner for whom she had growed affection, even if she couldn't let those feelings materialize because she had a duty and it wouldn't be fair for Chat Noir.

And yet, there they were, dancing around each other without knowing who the other really was. But Jagged was between them, not letting Marinette go. But Alya came to the rescue and pulled the girl from the rockstar while Penny scolded him once again. She knew what was going on between the two, even if both were hopelessly oblivious to notice it themselves, but she could give them a little push, couldn't she? And she did, literally, she pushed Marinette to Adrien and the girl demonstrated her usual clumsiness falling on him. They both fell on the floor, Marinette falling on top of Adrien, but both of them blushing equally. Marinette looks up and her saphires met his emeralds, entangling themselves in a magical moment, but the realisation of how they were positioned made them both evade each other and quickly stand up again.

"I'm sorry I made you fall" apologised Marinette, not daring to look at him.

"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault, Alya pushed you to save you from Jagged's affection" said Adrien, suddenly taking an interest on the ceiling.

"You two okay?" asked Nino worried.

"Yeah, it was nothing" said Adrien quickly, making Nino grin.

"Great, we don't want anything to happen to our Miss Miraculous, do we bro?" said Nino smiling knowingly.

"Don't say that Nino, I wasn't that special, I think I don't deserve the price" said Marinette blushing.

"Are you kidding Pri- Marinette? You were incredible" said Adrien indigned but wishing that no one noticed his slip.

"Y-You saw me?" asked Marinette shyly.

"I couldn't take my eyes of you Marinette" confessed Adrien, then realized what he had just said and he blushed again.

"I don't think anyone did girl, the whole public was focused on you" said Alya trying to avoid an awkward silence.

"Yeah, you were breath-taking" said Nino teaming up with Alya.

"Oh stop it you all, you're making me blush" said Marinette sheepishly as she blushed.

"We're just stating the facts girl" said Alya. "I'm sure that you could win the heart of anyone who saw you up there, even mine".

"And I can't even be jealous" said Nino.

"Oh shush it you flaterers. If that was right I would have you three kissing my fee- I was joking!" said when she saw Nino, Alya and Adrien already kneeling down. "Okay, okay, I'll believe you".

"What can we say Marinette, you left us completely speechless" said Adrien.

"Oh stop it pretty boy or ypu'll have me falling for you" said Marinette, confusing Adrien for Chat.

"What if I want you falling for me? I mean, I already have you falling on me Princess" bantered Adrien, having a familiar feeling but not noticing his slip.

"Princess? Dude, I thought you were shier" said Nino.

"The banter sounds awfully usual for them too. Are you two secretly dating and didn't told us anything?" said Alya with that reporter look of her.

"What! No, we're not dating" said both at unison.

"They are also syncronised" pointe Nino with a knowing look.

"Nino, I swear to god we are not dating. If I was dating Marinette you'd be the first one I would tell, even before my father" said Adrien with a nervous voice.

"Alya, you know I'm not dating Adrien perfectly well" said Marinette with a somewhat menacing voice, as if she wouldn't want Alya to slip and say what she knew.

"Okey, okey. We trust you. Just saying, you would make an excelent couple" said Alya grinning as she dropped the bomb.

"Hey, maybe you could dance together on this night ball, neither of you have a partner" proposed Nino.

Adrien brightened for a moment. "He is right Mari, I don't have a partner yet. Would you give me the honor of being your dance partner?"

"I'd love to Adrien" said Marinette smiling fondly.

"Then it's decided!" said Jagged, scaring the four teens.

"Jagged!" exclaimed Marinette.

"What? I just wanted to propose you four to go onstage with me" said Jagged.

"Oh, I'm sorry Jagged but I'm very tired after the contest, so I'll be resting for a bit" said Marinette.

"Okey, but make sure not to bore yourself" said Jagged. "Oh! How about we leave this fine gentleman with you so he keeps you awake?"

"Yeah Adrien, keep her company, we want to rock" said Alya as she took a microphone of Nino, making both boys open their eyes like plates.

"I will do it, I couldn't leave her alone just like that anyway" said Adrien glaring at Alya.

"I'm sorry bro, I didn't knew" whispered Nino to the model.

"It's okay man, just make sure she doesn't spread a word" said Adrien.

"What's going on?" asked Marinette suspicious.

"Not much, just Alya trying to pulll a prank on me, right Alya?" said Adrien sending a murderous glare.

"Sheesh Buttercups, calm down. I'll be good" said Alya putting her hands on the air.

"What were you trying to do Al?" asjed Marinette.

"Not much, just use Nino to get some info" said Alya. She put her hand over Adrien's shouders. "I'll tell ypu what Sunshine, I won't say a thing but you'll have to get me some good scoops".

"I'll see what I find" said Adrien thinking she wanted some rumours.

"Well then, let's rock!" said Jagged enthusiastically.

Jagged and their friends left them alone and the awkard silence settled again. Without a topic to talk about, they both simply went to find a place to seat and sit down on a small coach. They heared the music and hoped their friends where having a good time, but no conversation .

"Um... How are you doing?" asked Adrien, mentally cursing himself for being so brilliant.

"Oh, fine, the party has been great until now, even if it wasn't what I expected. And you?" asked Marinette.

"I think it's one of the best parties I've attended. At least this one isn't super formal" said Adrien with a small smile

"I think your dad and the mayor overdid themselves this time. It's really amazing" agreed Marinette.

"Hey, Marinette" said Adrien.

"Yes Adrien?" replied the bluenette.

"I was serious before, would you like to be my partner for the dance?" asked Adrien staring at her.

"Oh... Are you sure about that? I have to warn you, I have two left feet and a total lack of coordination" said Marinette, not daring to look at him.

"It doesn't really matters, it'd be fun to dance with you" said Adrien.

"Sure, it will be hilarious to see me stumbling and stepping on you" said Marinette sarcastically.

"I didn't mean that. Also, since when are you so sassy Mari?" said Adrien.

"Maybe it's since you became so curious" replied Marinette. "You almost sound like Chat Noir when he stops by, except that you're not trying to impress me".

"Well, you almost sound like Ladybug when she banters with Chat Noir, sassy but not rude" pointed Adrien smugly.

"Wasn't I your everyday Ladybug?" asked Marinette smugly.

"That's right. I guess I'll have to be your everyday Chat Noir then, won't I Merrynette?" punned Adrien.

"That was horrible even for Chat Noir standards" said Marinette rolling her eyes despite her smile.

"Your eye rolling is purrfect thought" said Adrien almost laughing.

"God, are you secretly Chat Noir's best friend? I wouldn't expect those from anyone but him!" said Marinette giggling.

"Ah, but I got what I wanted" said Adrien proudly.

"And what did you want exactly?" asked Marinette.

"To hear your meowvelous laugh" said Adrien winking.

Marinette snorted and giggled. "Okay, yes, your everyday Chat Noir title is granted good sir".

"You are a lovely and fair lady" said Adrien bowing his head.

"You really remembered Chat thought. He sometimes stops by my balcony when I'm outside. I think he just stops to make sure I don't get akumatized, but it's still nice from him to do so, he knows how to cheer me up" said Marinette smiling melancholically.

Adrien was quiet. He felt torn inside because he wanted to tell her, but at the same time he was afraid of her discovering him. After what had happened on the Weredad incident, Adrien was quite nervous around her, feeling atracted like a moth to a lamp, but also scared of what would she think if she knew that he had fallen in love with her after rejecting her. That would definetly mess things between them. Also, she had recently broken up with Luka, so she wouldn't probably be extasic about another relationship.

"Adrien?" asked Marinette worried.

"Uh? Oh, sorry, did you say anything, I was lost in thought" apologised Adrien.

"Oh, no, don't worry, I do that quite a lot" said Marinette with a gentle smile.

"Hey, do you want to know what is going to happen next?" said Adrien smiling again, but with a mischievous look on his facr.

"Okay, surprise me model boy" said Marinette.

"My father is going to give an award to someone. For what I know, it will be an award for dedication put into work, but since only Lila and I work for him here, Lila will be getting the price" said Adrien. "What she doesn't know thought it's that the price is a giant Toblerone".

"No way. She's getting a guant Toblerone? I'd love to get one" pouted Marinette.

"Well, anyone who recieved a price today is getting ten normal toblerones, so don't worry. The funny part is that Lila hates chocolates" said Adrien smiling.

"No way. I knew she is quite a bitter person, but not liking chocolate?" said Marinette.

"There is also an extra part. While she doesn't know it, her reaction to the price behind tge courtains will be filmed and reproduced for everyone" said Adrien. "I know having to put up with her has been a lot with you, but as I promised, she's going to get what she deserves without you having to be the bad person".

"I could kiss you right now" said Marinette, then realised her words and blush.

After an awkward silence Adrien decided to talk. "Marinette?"

"Yes?"

"Forgive me if I'm rude but, do you like someone?" said Adrien.

"I- I do" said Marinette blushing. "Ther-re a-are two boys..."

"I see" said Adrien using his model smile to hide his sadness, already deciding he wouldn't be one of the boys. "I used to like a girl, but the feeling wasn't mutual. Then I dated Kagami, giving her a chance, but all this time I haven't acknowledged my real feelings. Yes, I liked that first girl, but there's a girl I've been in love since I met her even if I didn't know until recently".

"I see..." said Marinette a bit down. "I do still like the boy who stole my heart with his kindness, but I let someone else took the chance of being with him. And there is this other boy, that has loved me for a long time, but I rejected him because I couldn't afford to get distracted by him. And here I am now, liking him secretly because it would be unfair for him and because I still can't be distracted by him".

"Seems like we both have it bad" said Adrien.

"Yeah, we do" agreed Marinette.

"Can I ask you, if it's not a problem, who are those boys?" asked Adrien sheepishly.

"Only if you tell me who are the girls first" said Marinette forcing herself to smile.

"Heh, I can't tell yo who is the girl that doesn't loves me because if work secrecy. And the other one..." said the blond.

"It's okay. I can't tell you who liked me anyway, it's part of a secret. But the guy who stole my heart..." said Marinette, doubting whether she should tell him or not. She feels Tikki patting her calmly on her leg, supporting her no matter what she chooses and she decides. "The other one is you, Adrien. Since you gave me that umbrella you've greedily taken my heart prisioner. It's okay if you don't like me, but I felt the need to finally tell you".

Adrien was speechless and almost failed to notice her standing up to leave, but he noticed. "Wait, Marinette!" said the model desperate.

"I'm coming in a bit Adrien, I just... I just need to go to the bathroom a bit" said Marinette with a fake smile that broke Adrien's heart.

"You can go later I need to tell you something first" said Adrien determined. "Marinette... I like you as well. You were the girl I've been loving for a long time, but I just realized how much I loved you a few weeks ago".

"You..." said Marinette doubting, but shake her head and put that fake smile again. "There's no need to lie Adrien, we both know you're way out of my league, it was just a stupid innocent dream. I won't hate you, don't worry. We can still be friends. That's what I've always been after all".

"But I don't want to be just your friend!" said Adrien desperatedly. "I wasn't lying Marinette. I like you, a lot. This is not a lie or something to keep a good relationship between us, I swear!"

Marinette looked doubtful. "I'm sorry Adrien, I really want to believe you, because I'm selfish and I want you and I want to have a life with you. But this is so surreal... How can I- How can I know you really like me and this is not just... Confusion? I don't really know..."

Adrien got serious, gebtly grabbed her hand and place it on his chest. "Can you feel- Wait, why is there something poking on my chest" said as he let Marinette's hand and pulled out a microphone. "Okay. I'm dead. Please bury me alive" said blushing as he let the microphone fall, but Mari caught it, analyzed it and turned it off.

"Why has Alya put a microphone on you?" asked Marinette weirded out.

"Uh..." said Adrien as he blushed so much that even Marinette noticed.

"Adrien? Do you have a fever? You’re completely red" asked Marinette worried.

“I’m okay, it’s just that... Well... How do I say it? I told something embarrassing to Nino and Alya happened to listen to it through the microphone. So I guess she put the microphone to hear about what we where talking. Wait, she knows you have feelings for me, right? That’s why” realised Adrien and covered his face.

“Adrien, i’m confused. Why did she put it on you? Was it because of what you told Nino?” asked Marinette.

“I think so, but it’s just one of the reasons. The other is... Well, you said you like me, so if she knows, she put it on me and left us alone because...” said Adrien, blushing an awful lot and not finishing his sentence.

“Because she expected us to confess? Why would she expect that? She knows that everytime I try to confess ends... Not well” said Marinette.

“Uh... Remember I told something very ebarrassing to Nino and Alya heard it? I may have or may have not confessed my love for you in a very cheesy way to Nino and she might have or might have not heard the whole thing through the microphone” said Adrien awkwardly scratching his neck and not daring to look at Marinette.

She fell silence. She was processing what she had just heard and was double checking that yes, Adrien Agreste loved her and Nino and Alya knew that before her. So that’s why tey were being so pushy. That’s why they had left us alone to go with Jagged even if neither of them were fans. Oh no. She had been so rude with Adrien. She had doubted him and his feelings. Marinette almost cried, but Adrien put a hand on her shoulder.

“Marinette? Mari? Are you okay? I’m seriously freaking out right now” said Adrien sick worried.

“I’m fine... Sorry. It’s just... Everything hit me so hard and I was processing everything and I’m sorry I was so rude with you or that I doubted you or your feelings. I’m trash” said Marinette.

"Marinette, you are not trash" said Adrien deadly serious grabbing her by her shoulders and looking at her directly to the eyes. "I get why it was hard to believe. I mean, it's like if Ladybug confessed to Chat Noir suddenly after him pinning her for so much time".

"But I'm still a bad person" complied Marinette.

"You are not Marinette. You are the most amazing person I've ever known. You've been through a lot, an awful lot of bad experiences and yet you've been positive enough about it to surpass any hardship. But you are human Marinette, you can doubt too. I mean, it is weird if the person you've liked for a long time suddenly confessed that they love you. I would doubt as well. But that's because we are humans and, personally? I think that's our best trait" said Adrien.

"I'm sorry for being such a worrywart" said Marinette trying to look away to hide her blush.

"Don't be, I think it's endearing. It's part of your Marinette charm" said Adrien smiling.

"Thank you" said Marinette mostly to herself.

"So... What are we going to do?" asked Adrien awkwardly.

"What do you mean?" asked Marinette confused.

"Well, our so lovely friends might have heard a huge part of it, and we both kniw they'll want to know what happened between us and..." said awkwardly blushing the boy, but Marinette put a finger on his lips, shutting him.

"No need to worry about that. They can suffer a bit for being so nosy" said Marinette smirking.

"Okay. Then... Marinette?" asked Adrien.

"Yes Adrien?"

"I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?" said nervously Adrien bowing like he had seen on anime.

"Pffft. Adrien, there's no need to bow you know? I think you've been seeing too much anime" said Marinette giggling incontrolably.

"I- Uh- Hm...." babbled Adrien very, very embarrassed.

"I do want to be your girlfriend dummy" said Marinette and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Is this clear enough?"

"I don't know, I think a few more woud make it clearer" said Adrien smiling stupidly. "Wait, you gave me a peck on the cheek on Hero's day last year as well, didn't you? Was that like this?"

"Who knows? It's been a year and a bunch of months after all" teased Marinette.

"Please, don't make me feel more stupid than when I realised I liked you and I had been wrongly calling you a great friend" said Adrien pouting embarrassed.

"At least you recognised what you did wrong, even if it took you so long. I mean, it hurt so much to be one sidely friendzoned without having confessed" said Marinette feigning hurt dramatically.

"Hey! I'm sorry for being so oblivious!" said Adrien.

"Don't worry, I'll forgive you someday" said Marinette and kissed him on his nose. "At least you got another kiss".

"It's not fair! You're teasing me too much Marinette!" said Adrien.

Someone coughed behind them. "I hope I'm not interrumping anything" said Gabriel Agreste.

"Dad! That's not what you think! It's-" began Adrien, but stopped when his father signaled him to do so.

"There is no need for excuses Adrien. I know you've like Miss Dupain-Cheng for quite a long time. At the same time, she has also liked you and from what I've seen, her feelings are nothing but pure love" declared Gabriel Agreste. "I must say, she is an aspiring designer and a promising one. I would normally be worried if I didn't know about her, but I do aprove your relationship. I believe she'll be a great addition to the fashion world" said giving Marinette a discrete tender smile.

"Th-Thank you sir" said Marinette blushing.

"However, I'm not here to talk about your newly founded relationship" said Gabriel. "Marinette, as Miss Miraculous there is something you must do. If you may, please follow me".

"Good luck Marinette" said Adrien holding her hand.

"Thank you" said Marinette and then followed Adrien's father.

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Part (1/2)

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Hey Felix! - A Review of The Twisted Tales of Felix the Cat - Space Time Twister

Hello again! This time, we’re reviewing the second episode of Twisted Tales. If you thought the first one was trippy, well, brace yourself, because this is going to get even weirder the further we go, at least during the first three episodes!

SPACE TIME TWISTER

- 8:03-9:10 We start with an overall view of the world Felix lives in: a city with a cartoony tinge. This is shown through several elements: the peppy jazzy music, the slightly bounciness on the cars and some of the characters we can see here (including some living cars and a mouse waving at the audience)... Even Felix bounces in his place a bit while waiting to cross the road!

So the situation is that Felix has to catch a train on the subway (and gets the wrong one), and we mostly hear his thoughts during this sequence. We also get to see more fun background characters while he’s looking around for gate 9. I especially like the horse mechanic, the punk lady and the butler-like man carrying a duck. What can I say? I like it when people come up with unique designs for characters who are only meant to be scene filler. It shows that someone in the studio cared about it!

I haven’t mentioned it before, but I like those sound effects you sometimes hear, like someone just made them with the mouth. Here you can see an example of that when Felix sprints through the gate (”pshew”), but sounds like these were in Guardian Idiot as well.

We also have Felix waiting for the subway while walking in circles doing his famous, pensive walk. I just love how expressive Felix is in this series and all the poses he does!

Oh, and how the train’s door forms a face and licks its lips after Felix has entered? I really appreciate all these little details to keep something as mundane as going through the subway interesting. But it also warns us that Felix is getting into something dark (and not just in the literal sense), just like the mouse that flipped the gate’s number (around 8:37), the bats, and the skull with crossbones (which, of course, is alive as well).

- 9:10-10:07 And yet again, we have another instance of Felix being put in a vulnerable situation. Just like in Guardian Idiot when he was hungry and at the mercy of a heartless butcher, here Felix sits in an empty subway train, feeling uneasy about the whole ordeal. And then… the lights go out.

He lights up a match, but a mouse delivers him a shit-eating grin before blowing it off. Unfazed, he lights another, only to see a gajillion more mice, to which he flees in terror (you’ll see how Felix has special trouble with mice in some episodes of the series, guess it’s just a cat thing). In his frantic escape, he jumps out of the train, which continues its march without him. He shows a bit more of his attitude delivering a mocking gesture before wandering off around the empty tunnels. I like these little bits of attitude, he tries to fight against the circumstances even when he loses.

He walks into an especially dark one, which delivers us another of those scenes where only the eyes of a character are visible, but then it only reveals Felix’s outlines to show us how he got his flashlight... he made one out of his tail! I really like it when he transforms his tail into tools or uses is to express emotions. His magic bag of tricks basically does the same, but for bigger objects, right? At first I thought one would be superfluous to the other, but considering this, they work together just right!

And yes, the tail lights up, but it reveals a bunch of skeletons. It’s interesting how some of them have the “white mask” you see in old cartoons, and odd to add something like that onto a thing that’s already white, but it works well with light grey. Anyway, Felix is so scared even his flashlight-tail screams in terror! Notice how the tail turns into an exclamation sign before reattaching itself to Felix and then poofing up like a real scared cat.

- 10:07-10:34 So Felix runs away again, but this time, he slams against a heavy door. But instead of appearing solid to emphasize the impact (like, let’s say, Tom & Jerry), he’s just like putty before falling on the floor and reforming into Felix again. I think this comes from old cartoons as well, it happened in Swing You Sinners, for example.

And here’s to another of my favourite moments of the series. He attempts to open the door by pushing and pulling, but the door itself scolds him (”Hey! Whaddya think you’re doing? Can’t you read the sign?”). Felix spends a few seconds thinking what to do, and I’m think it’s from this point where he acts out of curiosity rather than fear.

That little smug smile he delivers to the audience before liquifying and sliding under the door.

- 10:34-11:28 And while Felix might outsmart a sentient door, he can’t outsmart the rest of the world he lives in, because the scenery just straight up tilts to make him fall! And he’s not just falling a long fall without a destination, he’s going straight to the center of the Earth! What awaits him? Hell? A civilization of mole people? Will he keep falling till he reaches China? Well, if you guessed any of that they’re all WRONG!

It’s a cavernous hallway that leads to another room where jazzy music comes from. Inside that room, there are strange machines that wouldn’t look out of place in a mad scientist’s lab, but even a mad scientist is too normal for Twisted Tales. The most prominent feature of the room is the strange man dancing on some sort of arch: a blue, hermit-like being that personally reminds me of the Old Man of the Mountain, from the Betty Boop short of the same name. In fact, his musical number is reminiscing of hers!

It’s a song about someone who doesn’t care about his physical appearance because he has the power to twist time and space, hence his name. This musical number’s got a good amount of gross-out scenes, and my reaction to them is the same as Felix’s:

Putting that aside, I really like it! It introduces us to this character in an effective way and does some fun stuff with him: despite not having slept “in a century or two”, his movements are really bouncy and swift! I’d also like to point out that last bit where his eyeballs fall off, crack like eggs and chicks hatch from them: it’s more of that surreal disturbance I like so much, and I’ll take it over plain gross-out any day.

This sequence does not only introduce us to the Time Twister, but also shows us Felix’s several reactions to him: double taking in disbelief, that “yuck” gesture I showed before, and grinning greedingly when the Time Twister conjures the little magic box that allows him to warp reality, to show that he covets it.

- 11:28-12:03 Finally, the Time Twister goes to sleep after the musical number. After observing for a few seconds, Felix winks to the audience, and retrieves the artifact with the help of his tail. Again, I really like it when he uses his tail, and while I think it can coexist with his magic bag of tricks, I can’t help but feel one is ditched over the other.

I really like this shot of Felix tiptoeing with the box. Makes it feel he’s in a cave even with no particular cave-like elements.

And when he feels he’s far enough from the Time Twister and tries to make sense out of the box… suddenly, the frickin McGuffin of this episode becomes alive! How wonderful is that? “Hey! Whaddya think you’re doing? Let go of my nose! Now you’ve done it: you’ve twisted time and space!”

And if you thought this was going to be a simple time travelling adventure, lemme tell you: You’re. Dead. Wrong.

- 11:03-13:05 There’s spirals, there’s screaming, there’s Felix fucking devolving all the way back to the primordial sea. It’s quite a cool notion that, when time travelling, you change along with the time period! Felix as a fish has a run-in with a hungry fish, and rushes back to the Box, who is casually chilling underwater.

Note how he keeps devolving even if we’re getting the very few bare bones of a plot (escaping from bigger fish). What would have happened if Felix didn’t find the box in time?? For an extra dash of body horror, Felix forces himself to grow arms in order to use the box again, which results in these skeleton arms ripping from his now single-celled body. And the Box’s expressions and dialogue as if it has seen it all already (“Yipes! I’m outta here, man!”)

- 13:05-13:32 In our next time warp (oops), we zoom into Felix’s eyes, which have now turned into clocks. And then we see he’s in a world full of clocks, representing Time. And when they strike twelve, they make such a thundering noise that Felix can barely handle it.

But, without a warning, the scenery changes, and Felix finds himself inside a beaker. I guess this place, if we can call it that, is meant to represent Space, and I find it interesting that instead of actual, stars-and-planets space, it’s represented by chemistry and the laws of physics. Electricity runs, the formula starts to bubble, and we get to see Felix transform into various… oddities. My best guess is that these forms are based on figures and other desktop toys the production staff had.

God, I love it when a series keeps surprising you!

I also like the music during the last two segments, that “tick tock” from the Time scene that speeds up during the Space one, and that jazzy segment… for me, it reflects some sort of loftyness, as if the laws of physics have changed so much from what we consider normal that now it’s so easy to alter a living being’s shape in a matter of seconds. What I’m trying to say is that it goes really well with what’s happening on the screen, for some reason!

- 13:33-14:16 Next, we shift to a different dimension, in which Felix, in the last form he took in the Physics dimension, is approached by strange, upside-down faced creatures. They start to blow raspberries at him.

Annoyed by it, Felix comes up with an idea quickly, and that is OUTRIGHT REMOVING HIS OWN HEAD, PUTTING IT UPSIDE DOWN AND BLOWING A RASPBERRY BACK TO THEM. You gotta admire how he tries to go with the logic of the world, even if it’s not his own world, and probably not even his own dimension! (also, this is a tiny gruesome detail, but have you noticed how the “drops” that come out when he pulls out his head are red?)

Back to the creatures, they don’t seem amused by this at all, because they turn into eyes and fuse together, threatening both Felix and the Box. Startled, the latter twists time and space to escape, and in the next scene we can see that poor Felix has had enough.

His pupils are dilated, he tries to run away, but comes across more interdimensional monsters: the eyeball from before, dinosaurs, robots, hell, even the Moon is angry at him! Desperate, he turns to the magic Box, “can’t you do something?”. Pay close attention. He’s in tears. He’s a cat who has seen too much.

- 14:16-14:48 “Oh for crying out loud!” What is the Box’s solution to Felix’s predicament? Call the Time Twister, who makes his appearance by literally ripping the fabric of reality (while Felix runs in circles). Isn’t he wonderful how he scolds Felix by singing, implying that he can only sing to communicate?

So he takes the box, kicks Felix out of a circle closing around him and… nope, the cartoon is not over yet! Felix hears music, and, curious yet again, pulls open the “circle” to reveal the Time Twister dancing with some of the characters we have encountered previously. And Felix joins the party! I guess that’s as happy as an ending can get here.

So, we’ve reviewed one of the weirdest episodes of an already weird series! It’s been a bit hard to guide and comment through the space-time twisting part of this section, because I guess that’s the nature of surreal and trippy things like this. But I’d really like to make sequences like this, so I think it was worth analyzing it!

[tchaikovsky-at-midnight]

part IV: livin’ out your dreams

Ay, you made it to number 4, welcome!

modern!au & coffee shop!au barlyle

unbeta’ed, I’m not a native speaker

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Phineas arrived at Philip’s with an old, fascinating car. And what a car it is, but Philip figures it matches the whole extravaganza-antique aura, Phineas has. The car is an Oldtimer, a Dodge, as far as Philip can tell. He is not an expert of cars.

“Mr. Carlyle.”, Phineas snaps him out of his thoughts. He opens the passenger door for him and Philip takes a seat. Phineas walks around the car and pulls out of the driveway in front of Philips flat.

“How do you know my last name?”

“Anne told me, of course.”, Phineas grins at him and shows perfect white teeth.

“Stalker.”

Philip wonders why he has even asked. Anne has played matchmaker before and here she goes again. Perhaps Philip could buy her favourite chocolates tomorrow and thank her again.

But as for right now he doesn’t want to think about Anne Wheeler.

“Oh come on, I want to know more about you. And now you can tell me yourself.”, Phineas grins at him. Philip smiles and looks out the window. Most of the places Phineas suggested earlier today were roughly in the same area, so it was hard for him to make a guess.

“Well what do you want to know?”

“Left or right?

Philip looks at him funnily, when Phineas points at the crossroad ahead. He stifles a laugh.

“Eh, left?” Phineas nods and they take the road down left. Philip gets the game now.

They arrive, after some more crossings, at an ordinary, not too big park. Only a few street lamps illuminate the paths and reveal some birds, but no people. Phineas finds a parking lot and they exit the car. Philip curiously follows Phineas to the trunk, where from the man collects a blanket, a small speakers system and a closed bag that he hands over to Philip. Philip can feel something warm and multiple uneven shapes – it seems to be a thermos jug and glasses.

“Wow, you are prepared.”, he states in awe.

“Of course I am prepared. What do you think of me?”

Philip smiles and shrugs his shoulders. He is impressed by all these prearrangements Phineas made an effort for. It’s nice, unusual, but welcome.

“Follow me.”, Phineas proposes and what choice does that really leave for Philip. Happily carrying the bag, he does so. They stroll through the park and Phineas tells Philip how much he enjoys this place when it’s quiet. Once they found the right spot ‘ah yeah, there we are’ – Philip carefully sets the bag down onto the blanket.

“So you’re not always the high-spirited, flirty character?”, Philip asks. It’s said lightly, but he wonders, whether there’s some truth to it. And whether he would like that or not.

“Oh I am, no doubt. But I don’t always display it like that.”

Philip nods, it’s pretty much the other way around with him. He jokes and talks a lot – sometimes, occasionally, when he is comfortable. Phineas can be calmer, less intense – sometimes, occasionally, maybe too when he is comfortable? Philip would like to find that out.

“I get that.”

“Okay, on with my flirty high-spirited behaviour. Let me set up the music.”, Phineas says and fetches his phone. Philip grins and opens the buttons of his blazer. It’s not too cold this night, but at least they’re moving on from sub-zero temperatures.

“May I have this dance?”, Phineas asks when he selected a playlist and the Bluetooth speakers supply the right volume for the open air.

Philip needs a second before he can place the music and take the offered, warm hand.

“Is that Tchaikovsky? You are so cheesy.”, he grins.

“What are you implying, can’t you waltz?”

“Of course I can. Take me.” Now he is definitely blushing.

“That came out wrong, I-“

“Just come here.”, Phineas laughs and pulls the younger man closer. They positively sashay over the meadow-like patches around the blanket. The next street lamp a short way down the path barely reaches them. Shadows appear and vanish on their faces and hands, with every turn and twist Phineas directs.

“You know...I like cheesy.”

“I’m glad you do.”, Phineas smiles back. They dance to classy pieces from a slow version of the Nutcracker’s Pas De Deux and the waltz from Sleeping Beauty over to the corniest of all – the Waltz of the Flowers. Philip couldn’t dream up a better night.

They turn and sway, sometimes so fast, Philip has to concentrate on his steps and is relieved that Phineas knows how to guide them, but other times so slow and intimate, he doesn’t dare to look at the older man too long.

When the last notes of Mariage D’amoure fade away, Philip has goose bumps all over his arms and incredible warmth in his chest. They stay only a breath away from each other, Philips arm rests on Phineas’ shoulder, his right hand gently enveloped with Phineas’ left.

The arm Phineas has securely wrapped around Philip pulls him even closer. Sneakily Philip places his hand from Phineas’ shoulder to his neck and brushes his fingertips through the short, soft hair on the back of his head. Phineas sighs and drops his head.

“You know what I wonder?”, Philip whispers but doesn’t stop his caresses.

“What?”, Phineas asks but stays with his forehead touching Philips shoulder, savouring the tender touches. Philip swears he can feel how he closes his eyes and relax.

“I wonder...what you got in that thermos jug of yours.”, Philip whispers solemnly.

“...hm.”

“Sorry?”

Phineas lifts his head gradually to give Philip a look that can only be described as the embodiment of ‘are you kidding me’. Philip can’t help the broad grin that takes over his face and jauntily bites his lower lip.

“You are such a tease.”, Phineas groans, which send another jolt of goose bumps over his body.

He lets his fingers linger a little longer, before he takes a step back. Phineas shakes his head in a mockingly disappointed manner, but proceeds to take the shorter man’s hand and they go back to the blanket.

Phineas picks up the bag and Philip spreads out the red blanket. They way it’s patterned it reminds Philip more of a circus ceiling than an authentic picnic blanket.

Philip more or less elegantly drops down and pulls his legs closer to sit cross-legged. Good thing he doesn’t wear skinny jeans. Phineas hovers over him and seems to be uncertain whether to sit next to or in front of Philip. It takes some effort for Philip not to point out how adorable that was.

Finally Phineas sits down – across from Philip, but so close that they would touch if Philip stretched out his legs a bit. He doesn’t.

“Be prepared for something amazing.”, Phineas grins when he takes out the jug and two small mugs.

“Pff, okay.”, Philip smiles back.

However, this smile vanishes as soon as the first scents leave the warm container.

“Oh my god, is that mint?!”

“Uh, yeah.”, Phineas agrees. “It’s actually Peppermint Hot Chocolate.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“What? No, it’s delicious you boor.”

“Excuse me? I might not fit into it anymore, but I come from a very prestigious family.”

“Well, is that so? Then I dare you to try this, because it’s tasty.”

Phineas grins at the younger man and holds a half filled mug out to him. It seems more like a cat offering a mouse a piece of cheddar, if Philip were to judge the situation. He could be a bit biased, but right then he can just focus on the insolent beverage in front of him and its mischievous owner.

“I will not.”, Philip states and although he really doesn’t want to, feels a treacherous smile on his face.

“Your loss.”, Phineas decides and shrugs. He seals the jug again and keeps the mug to himself. Philip might not want his awesome drink, but he could at least enjoy it. He is leading the mug up to take a first delightful sip, when Philip perks up. Phineas can practically hear the smug grin.

“No, yours.”

“How so?”, he has no choice to ask. The mug dangles mid-air and Phineas glances over to the young man who seems torn between a smart remark or rather back down.

“Because~ I don’t want any mint near me.”

“Hm.”

“And I mean really near me and also this distance near me. Let’s include, mint at all.”

“Are you attempting to blackmail me?”, Phineas starts to grin.

“I would never, this is your choice. Drink that devils product, if you please. I hope you don’t mind sitting about two feet away from me then.”

“Ouch.”

Philip shrugs and shows his teeth in an innocent smile. He knows he is just teasing by now, but there are some things you could literally chase him away with – mint being one of those. It’s only fortunate Phineas decided on this to carry with them. Or well, maybe something they both enjoy would be better, but as long as it wasn’t some kind of liquor Philip isn’t too sure if he would be this openly funny.

“Alright, no mint today. What a pity.”, Phineas sighs into the steaming mug. With overdramatic flair he pours the brown liquid back into the jug and closes the bag around it again.

“You’ll live.”, Philip grins.

“Will I?”

“Thank you.” For being so kind. For this evening. For caring.

Philip can’t say it out loud. He hears Lettie’s words echo in his mind: ‘You deserve happiness’. Does he? Philip knows he can be difficult, annoying, hard to talk to on long terms. Does he want to burden that upon someone?

“Hey, are you with me?”, a slight touch to his knee jolts him out of his mind space. Philip focuses on Phineas’ smile, but instantly spots the concern behind it. He didn’t mean to worry him, he doesn’t want him to worry.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I kinda spaced out.”, he hastily reassures the older man, whose eyes grow softer.

“I noticed. Wanna do something fun?”

“Depends on how you define ‘fun’.”, Philip grins. He is grateful that he doesn’t need to explain or defend himself. Phineas is easy going that way.

“Did you ever try stargazing in the city?”

Philip snorts and shakes his head. Amused, he lets his eyes wander towards the dark sky. It always seems dimmed at night; big cities don’t allow stars to shine. An assumption creeps up on him.

“Please tell me you haven’t got that idea, because I said I ‘spaced out’. That would be the most horrible pun in history.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“A pun?”

“A brilliant pun maker, if you will. But no, I actually had that idea before, you just brought it back to my mind.”, Phineas laughs.

“Oh well. Tell you what, the idea is super cute. It’s just not possible, unless you count helicopters as miserable shooting stars.”, Philip teases and points out one of the vehicles. It was easy to spot traffic, pollution, adverts. But stars?

“Aw, don’t ruin it.”, Phineas groans and puts his hand up so he doesn’t have to see the gyroplane.

Not allowing further complains, Phineas leans back and stretches out his long legs, his feet reaching over the end of the blanket. Philip regards him with an amused smile, then he lies down next to him. Together they gaze upwards, not able to see a single star.

“Please tell me you got a telescope in one of your many bags and cases.”, Philip murmurs after several moments of content silence. When he glances to his side, he sees that Phineas has his eyes closed. “What’cha doing?”

“I’m star gazing. I can tell you about them, if you want?”, Phineas quietly answers.

“So you’re a hobby astronomer?”, Philip asks grinning, although he’s intrigued.

“I actually studied astronomy. But it’s more scientific than fun and magic. So I quit.”

“Hm. Okay, describe it to me.”, Philip hums and after one last glimpse, closes his eyes as well. His breath slows down and he finds a comfortable position. Might be a bit snuggled up to Phineas, but the other man doesn’t complain.  Philip sighs contently and throws an arm over his face to block out all light. His fingertips brush Phineas.

“When a star dies, it does so with a great explosion. It spreads the stars innards all over space, which creates a gigantic cloud of dust and gas. These are supernovas. One of my favourites is the Crab Nebula, it’s close to ‘Taurus’. It’s bright blue on its centre and is somewhat oval-“

Philip listens to Phineas’ every word and in his imaginations hazes of blue and yellow lights form the most beautiful constellations. Phineas guides him through different nebulas, to galaxies with crazy names and small moons with numbers as names. When his hand tingles and threatens to fall asleep, Philip turns. He puffs slow breathes against Phineas’ shoulder, his eyes still closed. The older man keeps talking as he places an arm around Philip.

“You know how Jupiter’s moons got the names they have today? There’s a beautiful story about Callisto, Jupiter’s heaviest and fourth moon. Callisto followed the Greek goddess – Artemis – but was seduced by Zeus and...”

Phineas falls silent and looks down onto the younger man. A soft snoring comes from him and makes Phineas smile. He feels deep care blossom inside his chest for this unique, blue eyed man. How this might turn out? Phineas looks up at the sky - maybe the stars know.

[faunahudson]

teaching a lesson - sauna

WHO: Sawyer Hudson and Fauna Hudson - @sawyer-hudson

WHEN: 8th of February 

WHERE: Hudson Apartment 

WHAT: Mr Hudson is back and this time there’s even more roleplay

WARNINGS: smut

Whilst he was surprised at the number of bids he got at the auction, Sawyer was immensely grateful that Fauna was the one who won out in the end. Of course he would be, because then he could give her the type of teaching experience he couldn't offer up to any other winner. He had spent a good chunk of the afternoon whilst Fauna was out with Alexis somewhere transforming the spare room into a decent teacher's office, thinking it was easier than having to find an empty classroom in the corridors where some of the more stricter teachers lurked. But the desk that could also be used as a vanity table for guests was cleared, rotated from its spot in the corner to face the door, giving Fauna enough room to enter and sit down. The bed had been pushed out of the way so the classroom aesthetic wasn't totally ruined, and he had some basic props on his person to bring Mr Hudson to life, including his tweed jacket ensemble. He had left a note for when Fauna returned, ordering her to promptly change into the school uniform waiting for her, and to meet her literature professor in his office immediately, biding his time by skimming through Jude the Obscure as he waited.

While Fauna had wanted Sawyer to be bid on and for him to see how desirable he truly was, she also never liked to lose anything and she especially didn't want to lose the chance at a special tutoring session with a Mr Hudson. It was like she told him if he didn't want her to spend money then he shouldn't have offered her a special prize if she was the winner. Since winning she was like a cat that got the cream, and when she returned from Alexis' to find the uniform hanging up with a note she let out a little squeak of excitement. Changing into the uniform she finished the look with some cute little penny loafers, and pigtails with relatively few extensions since she didn't want to keep him waiting. Knocking on the door to the spare room she peered around the door with innocent eyes. "You wanted to see me Mr Hudson?"

Sawyer looked up, regarding Fauna as if she were the most uninteresting sight in the world, although she was anything but, and he briefly wondered if he could have her wearing that particular outfit in other circumstances. "Yes, Ms. Eloise," He said, clearing his throat, "If you could take a seat. I believe we have something serious to discuss." He wanted to try a scene that was different to the usual circumstances Mr. Hudson and his favourite student got up to, but something Fauna would enjoy, as it would involve something she loved.

Fauna watched him with interest, though he seemed to be playing it cool. She easily took the seat in front of him, crossing her legs in the short skirt placing one hand on her knee while using the other to fiddle with one of her pigtails. "Serious? I hope it's nothing bad Mr Hudson?" The little brunette questioned, with some concern but mostly simple interest in where this was going. Sawyer had been somewhat secretive about the direction of her auction win, which made it all the more exciting.

Of course his eyes lingered straight to where she had crossed her legs, the short skirt riding up to show her skin slightly, but he forced to look at her face, determined to stay in character for now. "Actually, Ms Eloise, I'm afraid it is." He said, not changing the disappointed facial expression he held the entire time. "Plagiarism, to be exact." He held up a piece of paper, full of a mock essay Fauna completed as a half-joke, half-task for a sexy reward a while ago, "It may be handwritten, but it's almost identical to an essay I found easily online. Care to explain yourself?"

He’d tried to be subtle but she’d caught him staring at her leg as she crossed it, feeling a little smug on the inside but refusing to let herself show it because they were playing a game. She blinked when he produced an old essay that she had written for him. Blinking with shock. “Are you sure Mr Hudson.. because I hope you know.. that I would.. I would never.” She gulped her eyes on the paper. “I mean I.. might have quoted passages from things online.. but.. I..” She stammered feigning being flustered, fluttering her lashes at him a little as she did so and shifting in the chair as though she was uncomfortable.

Sawyer watched with a purposefully blank face as she stammered some half-baked explanation, and all he could do was tut in response. "I have to say, Ms. Eloise, I'm disappointed in you. I really thought you were my brightest student." He said, with a heavy sigh. "If you were stressed, had lack of time, or simply didn't understand the assignment, you could have came to me. My office door is always open for you," He looked at her in the eyes, a glint of mischief behind his serious state. "I don't wish to fail you, Ms Eloise, but unfortunately we don't have time for you to submit another essay to me. You're just going to have to make it up to me in some other way." At this, he rose to stand, grabbing the ruler on his desk. "I think ten spanks is suitable punishment. And then when your ass is a shiny red, I'll see if there's anything else you can do for me. Does this sound fair?"

Fauna hung her head, reminding herself that they were playing a game and that Sawyer wasn't really disappointed in her momentarily. "I really am very sorry Mr Hudson... I didn't mean to borrow so heavily from the essay I was referencing. I suppose things have gotten away from me a little.." She agreed, and then perked all the way up internally at the thought of the spanking that she was going to receive. She looked up from her lap with wide eyes. "Thank you ever so much for not failing me Sir.. I think that ten spanks sounds more than fair.. and I really will make this up to you in any way that I can." The brunette promised, rising too.

Sawyer was nervous that the scene would genuinely upset Fauna, who had probably been accused of cheating in some way or another by envious people who tried to cast doubt on her natural intelligence. Fortunately, she was playing along, and his fond smile at this quickly turned itself into a smirk and her agreement for her punishment. "Any way? Well, we'll see how well you can stick to your promises, Ms. Eloise," He said. " Drop your panties, lift your skirt and bend over the desk for me. Slowly, if you can, we're not in a rush now, are we?"

The little brunette paused, to look at him underneath her eyelashes for a moment. “I promise Sir I’m usually absolutely a girl of my word... and I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I really do want to impress you and make it up to you.” The girl confirmed, reaching underneath her skirt and dragging her panties down her legs slowly. Stepping out of them and carefully flipping up her skirt, looking over her shoulder at him. “I hope I gave you a good show Mr Hudson.” She purred.

Sawyer watched with lust-blown eyes as she followed his instructions, making a show of removing her underwear and bending over the desk, biting his lip when she looked over at him. "That indeed was quite a performance, Miss Eloise, perhaps after this I could persuade you to join the drama club?" He teased, still trying to hold onto his character. He closed the space between them, gently stroking the curve of her ass. "You will thank me for each spanking." He murmured, before striking the ruler down on her bare cheek. "That's one."

Fauna always enjoyed when Sawyers eyes were on her, when she knew that he was following the lines of her body. It made her feel sexy in a way that she never had before him. A way that made her feel like she herself was sexy rather than just her body. “Do you coach drama Mr Hudson...? I don’t know that I have time for any extra curricular activities that don’t involve you at the moment.” The little brunette responded, her breath catching a little bit in her throat as he moved behind her. Legs trembling just a little with anticipation as he stroked over the curve of her ass. She squealed as the ruler came down, allowing the sharp tingle of pain to wash over her. Nipples hardening in her bra. “Thank you Mr Hudson, may I please have another?” She asked.

At her question, Sawyer shrugged. “Not currently but I’m sure arrangements could be made if a certain student signed up.” He suggested, lust thick in his voice. The Dominant’s eyes took her in hungrily, from each subtle tremor in her limbs, how her breathing seemed to halt in anticipation, an almost animalistic growl stuck in his throat as she squealed when the ruler made impact with her skin. “Yes, Kitten,” He said, “you’re a good girl for asking.” And he smacked the ruler down again. “Enjoying yourself?”

Fauna looked over her shoulder shyly fluttering her flashes a little with surprise, as if she had no idea that he would be so interested in her. "That's so very kind of you Mr Hudson, I would be willing to sign up if you were in charge." She confirmed, letting out a little whimper of excitement at the noise he made. Biting down on her lip when he called her a good girl, even though she'd been called the term many times before there was something very special about when Sawyer said it. The brunette let out a little yelp as the ruler came down again and then nodded. "Yes Sir, thank you very much."

The pale skin of her ass already seemed to bloom into a light red, and it only got Sawyer more excited to see more changes the ruler could do. At her admission that she was enjoying it, he chuckled, dark and unlike his normal carefree laugh. "Kitten, this is supposed to be a punishment, you're not supposed to be enjoying yourself." He explained, "Maybe I'll need to add an extra layer to it, hmm?" Before forcing the ruler down again, he stepped closer, brushing over the reddened skin soothingly, before reaching under, groaning at the wetness in between her folds, fingers teasing through. "You are enjoying this, aren't you? I guess to only make it fair, I simply cannot let you come."

The chuckle made her tremble a little with arousal, she loved when her usually soft Sawyer showed her a little of his more dangerous side especially in a scene. "I'm sorry Mr Hudson." The submissive responded, with as much innocence as she could muster in her current situation. "It's hard not to enjoy anything when my favourite teacher is the one doing it to me." Fauna added, fluttering her lashes a little. Another squeal passing her lips as he brought down the ruler again. “Thank you Sir.” She remembered and then letting out a soft whimper as he ran his fingers through her folds. Tensing a little at his declaration. "I'm sorry Sir.. please.. please I'll be good. Please let me cum." She pleaded.

He savoured in the begging, letting out a satsfied hum at her whimpering as his fingers teased her, before drawing back, smirking slightly. "You will be good for me," He promised her, "Now that you know the consequences. Bend your back a bit more, Miss Eloise, because we don't want to add to the punishment now, do we?" Before he went to strike her once more with the ruler, he put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. "You taste divine by the way, sweet girl. I think I'll be enjoying tasting you more later as another way for you to make it up to me." And then, before she had a moment to process his words, once again brought the ruler down on her bare flesh.

The little submissive let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding in a low whine as he teased her, followed by a small desperate pant as he drew away from her. His promise made Fauna shiver a little again, enjoy the smirk that practically dripped from his words. "No Mr Hudson I really don't want to cause anymore trouble, I'm sorry." She managed though she knew he was enjoying every second, nibbling her lip as she bent her back over further waiting in anticipation for the next strike from the ruler. She was about to respond to him, when he brought the ruler down again, and she squealed taking a moment before she managed. "Thank you Sir, I.. I would be grateful if you would let me make it up to you like that." Though she knew that if he really wasn't going to let her cum then his mouth on her would be torture for her.

Sometimes for Sawyer, it was easier to play a character to tease Fauna like this. He knew he would give her anything and everything she wanted from a flutter of her eyelashes, and a pout of her lip. But Mr. Hudson, however, was strict and borderline tyrannical, and would only give out rewards if and when he saw fit. "Don't worry, pretty girl, you will. I think our strikes are almost up," He promised her, smacking the ruler down again, moving onto the other cheek to make show the red blooming on the pale skin was even. "God you look so good in this position, if you were like this everyday, it'd be fucking hard to concentrate teaching you."

Fauna whimpered excitedly when he promised her that he would be using his mouth on her, letting out a another sharp breath as the ruler came down on her ass again. She could feel the heat from the redness that was forming there at this point, along with the ache of pain that she enjoyed so much. “Thank you Sir.” The submissive said breathily, not wanting to miss following his orders at any point. “Sometimes I do try to tempt you during class Sir, I lean over to get my books a little too long and hope that you’re watching me.” The brunette admitted, licking her lips. “Or roll up my skirt a little more when I’m going past your office.”

He chuckled darkly at the admissions, shaking his head with amusement at the words. "Bend a girl over a desk once, and she will confess all. What a great interrogation technique," He teased, "But I've noticed, Miss Eloise, the lingering poses, the violaiton of uniform, and all I can think about is fucking you on my desk." The mischevious smirk once again was plastered all over Sawyer's face. "And today I think I'll make my fantasy come true." With one final strike, he stepped back, putting the ruler down, "Flip over, legs wide apart. I think it's time for the next part of your punishment."

Fauna let out a little huff as he teased her about her confession, trying not to clamp her legs together with how aroused his words were making her. “I’m glad I made you think about me Mr Hudson. I hope you know that I’m always looking for your attention.” She purred, and then squealed as the ruler came down again. “Thank you Sir.” The submissive remembered breathlessly and then eagerly flipped over. Leaning back a bit so that she could arch her back a little and stick her chest out as she spread her legs for him, showing off. “I’m ready for the next part of my punishment Sir.” She smiled, giving him her best doe eyed innocent look.

"Aren't you a teacher's pet?" He murmured, with a quirked eyebrow, watching her with hungry eyes as she postioned herself as ordered, and he couldn't help but lick his lips when she spread his legs for him, dropping to his knees. "I can't wait to taste you," He admitted, "But remember, you're not allowed to cum. Not without my explicit permission." He reminded her with a warning in his voice, before ducking his head, tongue teasing through her folds, hands gripping at her thighs to hold her down.

“I am Sir.. I’m a proud teachers pet.” Fauna purred back, flirting shamelessly as she felt his eyes on her. Hands reaching for his shoulders as he moved between her legs. She made a little whining noise as he reminded her that she wasn’t allowed to cum, but she nodded all the same. “I understand Mr Hudson, I won’t cum with your explicit permission.” Though the warning tone in his words actually only aroused her even more.The submissive let out a gasp of pleasure as his tongue moved between her folds, her head tilting back in pleasure.

His tongue continued to explore her folds, moving up to flick her clit with his tongue, fingers gripping her thighs as he continued to push her towards an orgasm, smirking against her when he knew she wouldn't be able to come until he said so. At Fauna's little noises of pleasure, Sawyer could feel his cock twitching, straining against his pants, but he had plenty of time to focus on her, sucking on her clit whilst his fingers came to fuck her slowly and teasingly, glancing up at Fauna to see how far gone she was.

Fauna whimpered loudly as he continued to trace his tongue over her, hands balling up against the desk. “Oh... oh Mr Hudson.” She whined, nibbling on her lip as he pushed her closer and closer towards the edge. His teasing fingers making her let out a series of whines as she held herself off from cumming. Feeling herself clenching around his fingers a little as she felt his gaze on her, and letting out yet another desperate whine as his fingers hit a spot inside of her.

The sound of Fauna having to stop herself from falling apart around him was absolutely delectable. He couldn't help the smirk on his face at the title, going even faster, though being careful not to have her climax too early, wanting both of them to enjoy this. Sawyer ducked his head up, meeting her eyes. "Beg for it, Kitten," He murmured, "Beg for me to fuck you, to fill you up and stretch you out. Beg." The Dominant demanded, voice raspy.

She felt the speed of his fingers increased and whined loudly, one small hand coming down to grip his shoulder as he flicked his tongue against her. “Please Mr Hudson, I’m begging you to fuck me. I’m so sorry I was such a bad girl and I want to make it up to you. Please I need you to fill me up, I need you so badly. Just you. I promise I’ll be such a good girl for you, please Sir... please.” The submissive begged shamelessly, brown eyes flickering down to meet his. Focusing on him so that she would think less about how badly she wanted to fall over the edge.

The begging was almost too good to stop, but Sawyer eventually conceded, slowing his tongue and his fingers. He moved away from Fauna for a moment to unzip his pants, giving his now exposed, hard cock a couple of strokes, before, lining up with Fauna's entrance. "You only come when I come." He warned her, before pushing himself inside her with a low groan, "Fuck you feel so tight, Kitten. Fucking perfect....stretched out for me like that."

A low moan left her lips as he removed his fingers from her, and as he busied himself removing his pants she took a moment to breathe. Rolling her shoulders just a little, before she reached up to grip his shoulders. Her breath catching in the back of her throat, as he gave his next instruction. “Yes Sir.” She promised, and then whimpered loudly into his ear as he pushed inside her. The brunettes nails dug into him as she felt his cock stretching her out. “Fuck, feels so good inside me. You’re so big Sir, I promise to be a good girl forever if you just keep fucking me.”

He chuckled against her neck, teeth grazing against the skin to elicit even more moans from him. “Forever is a pretty big promise, Kitten,” He gasped as he began to thrust, hissing at the sensation of her nails hugging into his skin. “God you drive me wild, so close already knowing how I’m willing you up, how every thrust is driving you even more wild.” He groaned, angling himself to hit her even harder. “Do you want to come, Kitten? Do you want to come all over my cock?”

His chuckle seemed to radiate through her entire body, making her roll her hips needily. “It is.” She agreed. “But for you, I would be good.” She gasped out, her oversensitive cunt clenching around him as he hit a spot inside her that had her digging her nails in even harder. “Oh.. oh god Sir.” She moaned, momentarily speechless before she managed to nod. “Please Sir I want to so badly. I want to cum just for you.” The submissive agreed her voice dripping with need as she ground down against him.

It was the final bit of begging that really did it for Sawyer, climaxing heavily with a deep groan, sending almost violent shocks up his body. "Fuck...fuck. Come. Come for me, now." The orders were gapsed out, barely hanging onto her as he rode through his orgasm, determined to hang on long enough to ride Fauna through hers as well.

Fauna pressed her face into Sawyers shoulder as she felt him cum inside her. Knowing that she was seconds from following him over the edge, and when he finally gave her permission she let out one last choked whined and then let go. “Thank you Sir.. fuck.. thank you.” She whimpered as she let go of the tension in her core and moaned her orgasm. The pleasure washing over her, before she went boneless against his shoulder gripping onto him tight to steady herself.

He continued to fuck her through her pleasure, letting out pants and groans at the feeling of the walls of her cunt clench around his cock. Sawyer finally slowed, giving them a moment to catch their breath before he pulled out, gently kissing the top of Fauna’s head as he did so. “Well, Ms. Eloise,” He said, in his best attempt at his Mr Hudson voice. “I think it’s safe to say you made it up to me.”

Fauna held tight to him as they rode out their pleasure together, and then leaned in to steal a kiss from his lips when she finally caught her breath. “I’m very glad to hear it Sir I take my grade point average very seriously.” She teased kissing him again just because she loved him, satisfied that they had completed another scene together.

[solohux]

solohux’s June fic favourites ✿

there’s variety on here so i hope you find something you fancy! ✨

--> The Tide Will Sound, The Wind Will Pound (And The Morning Will Be Breaking) by @cut-off-the-grain ♡ Kylo discovers Hux's secret. (mermaid hux, canon-verse, pining, fluffy & lovely!)

--> Dust From A Distant Sun by @claricechiarasorcha ♡ Years ago, Ben Solo came to know the Cadet. These days, Kylo Ren only knows the General....but he should also know that things do have a way of changing, with time. (based on Hux’s suacy cadet propaganda, great inclusion of Ben Solo, hot smut)

--> Suitable by @disco-rangerr ♡ He's just minding his own business, walking home after going into the village for his weekly grocery run. All of a sudden, he feels arousal shoot up from his stomach, and a moan escapes from deep in his throat. He whimpers softly as he feels slick run down the back of his thighs. He wasn't anywhere near home, which caused panic to rise in his chest.Hux's heat had come early. (omega fox hux, alpha wolf kylo, hot little piece of abo)

--> Galaxies Apart by burner-phone (Genius_Emma) ♡ In the same year, practically galaxies apart, two children are born. One is brought into the world out of shame, a bastard born of a kitchen wench and a well respected commandant. The other is born the celebrated son of a princess and a bounty hunter. (hurt/comfort, a good descriptive insight into the possible pasts of Kylo & Hux with lots of angst!)

--> I'll Tell You Things I Hardly Mean by @ssunglassesemoji ♡ Everyone on the Finalizer secretly hates being around hux bc he's an insufferable hardass and kylo bc of obvious reasons. They tell themselves they prefer to be avoided and feared but eventually spend more and more time together out of sheer loneliness and boredom. They end up being friends without even realizing it and then of course there's surprise feelings involved. (hurt/comfort, unique use of povs, very delightful and warming!)

--> silhouettes and shadows by @msbeeinmybonnet ♡ Hux turned his back to Kylo, providing him with an excellent view of another of his idiosyncrasies. It never failed to intrigue Kylo that despite the cold starlight of his skin, bright enough to produce a corona, his void-dark uniform never reflected anything but the universe passing by outside, as if the ship’s hull didn't exist. It almost made him wonder what Hux would look like if he were stripped of the shroud of his Force-presence; what would his bare face look like without the Force to conceal it? (preslash, beautiful descriptions of the way Kylo sees things with the Force, smooth & soft)

--> Hunger by ancient_moonshine (paperfeathers) ♡ Ben has been watching the General for a very long time. (jedi ben solo au, first time, slow & gentle smut, a very unique and super great fic!!!)

--> Butterflies and Hurricanes by @bioticnerfherder (WIP) ♡ The Empire may have fallen thirty years ago, but Senator Armitage Hux knows peace in the galaxy is under threat – and the Resistance are the only ones doing anything about it. But working with General Leia Organa would be a lot easier if he didn't have to deal with her smug Jedi son. (light side au, lots of cute banter, a brilliant start!)

--> with interest by @cracktheglasses ♡ Hux's husband makes bad deals with unsavory people. Hux tries to settle his debts, even if that involves getting up close and personal with loan shark Kylo Ren. (oral, background Krennic/Hux, gorgeous dom & cocky kylo, an all around great fic)

--> Dirty Deeds by @thewightknight ♡ Kylo has a habit of ... overreacting when deals go sour. Hux had witnessed this before, but never had to worry about it affecting him. Up until this last run, that is. (smuggler kylo & smuggler hux, oral, they;re both bad and everything is filthily gorgeous)

--> Techie's One Thing by @aidava     ♡ Ma-Ma discovered Techie’s gift and almost killed him with it. But Techie’s free of her now, reunited with his long-lost brother and his long-lost brother’s spooky husband, and he’s trying to figure out what it means to be kind of normal and moderately functional. To that effect, his therapist tells him to do one thing every day that scares him. This mostly involves sitting outside in different types of bushes, befriending Matt the maintenance guy, and eating cheese sandwiches. (techienician & kylux, modern au, a really brilliant a creative fic!)

--> Counting Chickens by chanchi76     ♡ After all the hours Kylo has put into his new job, he is in desperate need of a break. Luckily Hux has the perfect gift to his newly promoted boyfriend. Sadly, like all events the two partake in, this one romantic getaway does not go according to plan either. (ovipostion, hot as fuuuck, there can never ever be too many fics where hux stuffs eggs up his ass) 

--> To Each of Us, Our Own Assigned Delusion by @vadianna ♡ The First Order Personnel Counseling Hotline is staffed by sensitivity officers well-trained in dealing with personal issues that arise during service to the First Order, including struggles with worthiness, conflicts with other employees, and even doubts about loyalty. If you need to talk, they'll be available for a live conversation during any shift. A mysterious caller manages to find personal issues that they were not trained to deal with. Specifically, because everyone in the Order is given the same basic sex ed classes at the same time. There is incredulity and hard feelings on both sides. (Kylo has very little knowledge of sex, absolutely brilliant crack, two words: Beef Whistle)

--> Report to Me by twitch     ♡ When Hux goes on a mission Kylo finds himself the Commander of the Finalizer. (role-reversal, pining, they’re smart & competent co-commanders and it’s a pleasure to read) 

--> One For Sorrow by @anorlost ♡ Father Ben never had a case that struck so close to home as this.   Armitage 'Armaz' Hux finds himself caught in a battle between a priest and a demon too familiar for comfort. (demonic possession, a very unique and spectacular fic)

--> Titty-llation by @darktenshi17 ♡ Hux wants to put his hands all over them, to put his lips on them and suck dark bruises around their shape and leave bite marks around the--Hux takes notice of Kylo's large tits and just has to get his hands on them. (hux fucking kylo’s tits...seriously, what more could you want than this perfection)

--> I Made Your Favourite by @creepycreepyspacewizard ♡  Kylo makes Hux his favourite meal in order to test a theory. Hux is slow on the uptake. (established relationship, pregnancy, lovely family fluff that’ll make you smile)

--> A Vulpine by any other Name by @not-bensolo & @omega-hux (WIP) ♡ Hux wasn't fully Human, his Vulpine Heritage plain as day with his ears and tail. His new co-commander turns out to be a Vulpine as well.Tensions are high and compromises must be made.Until Hux comes up with his most devious plan yet. (fox hu & fox kylo, mpreg, a super lovely & unique take on fox hux with vibrant dynamics!)

--> Not My Happy Ending by @agoodflyting ♡ When the Dark Curse was enacted, it didn't just swallow the Enchanted Forest.28 years later, Techie lives in Storybrooke with his best friend Matt. He has a cat and an apartment and a job that he hates, but things could be worse. They really could. (Storybrooke au, techienician, a great au with lovely fluff!)

--> Falling In by @unicornsandbutane   ♡ Having recently ascended to the rank of General, Hux tours a bleak, icy planet which his mysterious companion, the newly-made Master of the Knights of Ren, says is rich in kyber ore. Hux slips, and then, keeps falling. (it’s like celebratory sex, daddy kink, powerbottom hux, wooooonderful)

--> Reconditioning by @jinxedambitions (WIP) ♡ Ben Solo is one of the FBI's most promising young agents. The FBI is looking to take down one of the country's most elusive prostitution rings, specializing in the types of sex that Ben's boss has only read about in the novel his wife hides under the bed. Ben is going undercover as a "slave" in order to gather information on the ring's leaders. He gets chosen by Hux, or the General as he insists Ben call him, and he quickly realizes that no training could have prepared him for this experience. Every day, Ben, or Kylo as he is known at the club, finds out more and more about the organization, but the more he learns the less he wants to destroy them. (modern au, new kinks each chapter, porn with beautifully brilliant plot, my absolute favourite wip at the moment)

✨  happy reading!  ✨

[koikingu]

Since you had all the odd numbers last time I give you all the evens! >:D (85 questions ask)

Ahhhhh RIP xD but thank you livu.

2. Are relationships ever worth it?Almost always are they worth it. Find someone who is completely invested in you but not in a creepy way. Someone who loves and cares for who you are and what you believe in. Someone who looks are you on your worst day and still thinks you are the most beautiful person in the world. Who tells you, “you’re adorable, but a dork, and I love you for that.“ and so so so much more. Do not settle or it won’t be worth it. I promise you.Almost all of my past relationships were worth it. I hold so many great memories because of them, and the ones that were worth it helped me grow so much.

4. Are you in a relationship?I sure am!! His name is David and he is the love of my life. Everything feels so right with him. He’s everything I described in the answer above and a billion tons more, I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

6. Are you single this year?No.

8. Describe your crushPhysically he is 6′4 (which is an entire foot and some taller than me), average build, nice dark brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a smug look almost all the time. Personality, he is quirky and silly but also serious and careful. He is sweet but blunt, and will tell whoever anything because he isn’t afraid to tell them how it is. He loves me unconditionally and is literally the light of my life. We get along so well, and we just fit each other so easily. He makes it easy.

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?Eh. Kinda? But Kinda not really.

12. Do you forgive betrayal?At the moment, I’ve having a hard time forgiving betrayal.

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?See Answer 4 & 8.

16. Do you have any tattoos? I do! I have an origami cat tattoo with a crescent moon on it’s head~

20. Do you shower every day?I would feel gross otherwise. I live in a dry and very hot climate. :c

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?Maybe! David says he thinks about me all the time, so maybe him. o:

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?It’s hard to say, I told David I don’t wanna marry until we hit 5+ years in our relationship. We wanna do so much with our lives before/if we bind together forever. uwu

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?I mean, yeah.at the time we say that, but over time somethings just unfortunately change.

28. Have you ever been cheated on?Yeah. I started spiraling for a few years after that. It lead to constant emotional abuse from the both of us. We tried to make it work for a few years after but sadly, it just didn’t work out. Please, if you don’t love someone anymore, talk to them about it.Don’t go behind their back and hurt them more by making them feel like they weren’t good enough. The person you cheat on will continue to compare themselves to everyone and it’ll be a long road until they feel secure.

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?I have! I need to fix my nose, not for cosmetic purposes, but I can hardly breathe through my nose which makes it insanely harder to breathe sometimes, and my voice is very nasally because of it!

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?Unfortunately, yes. The relationship I talked about in answer 28, he had cheated on me on year 2 of our 5 year relationship, and when we broke up; he told me he hadn’t loved me since the day he cheated.

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?I have not! But if I wasn’t with David I would probably try and experience it!

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?Every one of my relationships was with my then best friend~It’s so much more fun when you’re in love with the person you cherish most.

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?Actually yes!I met David through Tinder. xD I only swiped right because his picture on tinder was of him and my brother who was cosplaying Miyazaki at the time. And I swiped right only to tell him, but then I ended up falling in love with the goof. c:

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?Naaaahh.

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?Maybe 5 or 6 kisses in? lmao

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?4 boyfriends including David, and 2 girlfriends!

46. How many times did you have sex last year?Honestly? Not a lot. My relationship was crumbling so maybe like once every like 3 months. lmao. RIP me.

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? RIP me.

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?I mean I would forgive them, but honestly that’s all.

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?Yeah. I mean, I feel as if they still don’t care even though they say they do? I mean actions speak a lot louder than words, and we had a lot of shit going on in our lives but I still feel like I tried too hard and they didn’t try enough. I took their olive branch but it was more like a twig than a branch. :c

54. Is there someone you will never forget?c: my dog, Pintsize ~ I miss him. I should go visit my parent’s house more often because of him.

56. State 8 facts about your bodyMy feet are size 8 or 9 depending on the shoe brand!I am 5′4~My nose is so flat that it obstructs my breathing.My skin is soft, but also kind of rough?My hands are pretty stubby.My boobs are DDD cups.I have A LOT of kitty marksI have very visible stretch marks.

58. What are five ways to win your heart?Be funny but not annoying~Have common interests with me!Do not be mean to Linh ;A;Cuddles and kisses are delightfulTry

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?uhhhh technically 3 years? I was born in 95, him in 92

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?I mean sex?? is the sexiest thing??? literally?But honestly foreplay is nice~ Dominance is sexy!

64. What is your definition of cheating?it depends, there’s a wide spectrum of things you could do to cheat.Like catching feelings for someone else while in a relationship and acting upon it or flirting with with intent to pursue.Actual pursuing a different person whilst with me.Secrecy to an extent.

66. What is your favourite roleplay? ;///A///; daddy/princess it’s the dominance thing,

68. What is your sexual orientation?Pansexual!

70. What turns you on?Many things! From words to pictures, to actions and feelings ~

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?Does it feel good?You feel great!More/Please/I love you.

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?mannerism

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?Plan and cook an entire dinner with friends and family for their sake because I thought they would need it after a potential awkward day.

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?It won’t be a secret anymore if I tell you.

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?5 seconds ago, I told David I love him.

82. Who is the last person you hugged?David

84. Why did your last relationship fail?If you read this the whole way through, I’m sure you can piece it together but..

Our relationship was rocky, then he cheated, emotional abuse, flirted with my then best friend, he broke up with me and told me he hadn’t loved me since year 2 of our 5 year relationship, and he’s happier without me.wowowow i didn’t think this ask was gonna be an emotional rollercoaster xD but it kinda was! but nonetheless very fun. c: thank you for reading!and thank you livu for asking!! B)

[oumakokichi]

What are your favourite Saiouma headcanons?

Oh, boy, this should be fun. I’ll try to limit myself tojust a few, because otherwise I’d get too carried away.

Ouma can’t flirt: The most important headcanon I have, and backed up by evidence from canon and from the love hotel scene, to boot. He’ll drop lines like “I stole Saihara-chan’s heart,” “Oh, did you fall for me Saihara-chan?”, “my beloved Saihara-chan,” etc. all day long, but once Saiahara ever seems to be actually, genuinely reciprocating, or worse, you know, actually understanding him or getting to know him, it’s time for Ouma to run. He’s been lying for so long that he believes his emotions are pretty much entirely a ruse, so the idea of actually being understood is exactly what he wants—but it’s also something he hates. He’s a contradictory brat, basically.

The slowest of slow burn ships: For reasons stated above, but also Saihara isn’t exactly the most forthright about his emotions either. He’s so preoccupied with working through his own insecurities and trying to set aside his hesitation with exposing the truth, and then this gremlin comes along who is constantly demanding all his attention. Because to be honest, no matter what AU this took place in, Ouma would always be an asshole who goes snooping around people’s personal lives when he shouldn’t, and Saihara would be so…so tired. And then when he does realize he has feelings for said gremlin, Ouma’s just trying to make a run for it like some phantom thief sprinting out the door.

Smug Saihara: By which I mean, Saihara is still pretty laid back and not actually smug by nature, but if he and Ouma ever were, actually, a thing, it would mean that he’d managed to find a way to understand Ouma, and that therefore he had solved a mystery, of sorts. And understanding the ways in which Ouma thought or worked despite his full intentions to keep being an annoying, enigmatic little brat would leave Saihara very happy with himself for a change. And Ouma would hate it.

I think those are the main, fleshed-out headcanons I’d personally incorporate into almost any fanfiction or AU, but I have plenty of others including but not limited to “Ouma throws himself over Saihara’s lap like a damn cat whenever he wants attention,” “Saihara has to start an intervention on how much Panta Ouma’s been drinking because he’s starting to suspect the guy just never sleeps,” and “they stage detective murder mystery games in their apartment on a weekly basis because Saihara’s getting progressively more competitive about solving mysteries in record time, and Ouma likes lying on the floor covered in fake blood because he’s weird.”

Thank you for asking! Saiouma is a lot of fun, and I’m looking forward to seeing more things written about their dynamic.