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tainted-wine · 4 years

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I hope you don’t mind this being exclusive for the Pro-Heroes!

(NSFW)

Papers? Check. Writing utensils? Check. Lube? Check.

You were primed and ready to begin this cocktastic journey. Completing this project will be a great benefit to Thirstology. You can’t believe that they put their trust in you to collect such valuable information from several willing participants. There’s no way you’re going to let the people at National Thirst Studies down.

With your lower body completely bare, you and your ambitious pussy set out to begin the cockwarming interviews.

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Pre-Notes: The Symbol of Peace. It’s still surreal to see him in such a fragile state. Strangely enough, I never once asked myself: Does All Might fuck? “Obviously he was too pure for fucking,” is what I would have said before I devoted my life to Thirst Studies. But I have learned over the years that there is no such thing as purity.

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After he got over the initial shock of you wearing no pants or underwear, you were finally able to begin your study and ask him the main question.

You barely dodged the spray of blood spewing out of his mouth. “Am I into what?” He sputtered.

“Cockwarming, sir. The act of settling a penis in a nice cozy orifice. There’s no movement, only penetration. Surely you already at least knew the definition when you agreed to this?” You offered him a paper towel, which he accepted with a choked “thank you.”

“Midnight told me this would be about intimate relationships,” he anxiously explained while wiping the red off of his lips. “But I wasn’t expecting to hear something that graphic.”

Ah, so he was talked into this. “Well, with your permission, I can give you a personal demonstration.”

His answer was inaudible the first time; you had to ask him to speak up in order to hear his adorably high “yes.” He was a lot shyer than you imagined. Poor guy was shaking like he was on a verge of a heart attack when you took his cock out and boy, did he put the ‘long’ in ‘schlong.’ But your mission wasn’t to admire the dick’s appearance, it was to learn how their owners used them inside a hot snatch. You climbed onto him and lowered yourself and ooooh shit, both of you were moaning as his inches sank into you. You couldn’t take it all, but it was more than enough to get the job done.

“Mmnngh, yes, very long. Pushing almost painfully,” You said through clenched teeth, scribbling in your notepad as you sat semi-comfortably in his lap. “Can you give me your input, Toshinori? How is this feeling for you?”

“Blrraaaffggg.”

“Toshi?”

“…”

He laid limp in the interview chair as crimson liquid continued to flow from his mouth. Well, this is troublesome. You’ll have to wait for him to regain consciousness to hear his feedback.

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Conclusion: This was his first time experiencing cockwarming. He described it as ‘intense, but not unpleasant’. Unfortunately, whenever I ask for more details, he would get too embarrassed to share anything. Frankly, this isn’t the most fruitful start to my series of interviews, but it was a great privilege to meet the amazing All Might.

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead

Pre-Notes: I honestly don’t even know who the hell this is. An underground hero, apparently. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that he brought a cat with him. I told him that it needs to stay outside during the interview, but the difficult bastard was ready to turn around and leave unless I allowed the furball in. What a hassle. Do I even want to sit on this man?

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You’re thankful that you did, in fact, sit on this man. His sleek ebony cat was relaxing in your lap while your pink kitty was stuffed with his cock. Despite his indifference to the situation, it was strangely intimate. Taking notes over a cute feline while his length twitched inside you was rather challenging.

“You seem like a rather exhausted fellow. Is it maybe the laid-back nature of the act that you find so alluring?” You asked.

“Mmhmm.” His arms circled around you to stroke his adorable pet.

“Being able to just wind down by giving your hard snake a wet hot crib to rest in?”

“Mmmmm.”

“I would appreciate a more elaborate answer.”

“Mmmmm...”

You shifted just enough to turn your head and see Aizawa’s head lolled back, his breaths getting heavier after each exhale. You can feel him quickly going soft inside you.

Ugh...

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Conclusion: Given that he fell asleep in the middle of the demonstration, it’s safe to say that he finds the act very relaxing. I can only make guesses because the moment he woke up, he hurried me off his lap, picked up his cat and headed out. I did my best to chase him and ask if I could at least hear his final thoughts, but that bastard leaps on cars and buildings as skillfully as Edgeshot.

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

Pre-Notes: I’m not sure what to expect from the Voice Hero. His radio show has hosted some surprisingly insightful interviews. Unlike the last two, he will hopefully have some truly constructive answers to give.

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“Not gonna lie, I always wanted to try this!”

Both of you were red in the face as you sat on his throbbing cock. Despite the blush and slight shake in his voice, he was as cheerful as ever. “Sometimes I just wonder, it would be pretty cool to just have a hottie warmin’ me up during my show, ya dig? No sex, though. I know I’m not quiet enough to get away with that on the air!” He laughed loudly right into your ear.

Well that kinda hurt, but it’s nice to finally have a fully cooperative interviewee. You were actually able to ask all of your planned questions for once, and Hizashi gave a satisfying answer to each one.

Unfortunately, it just couldn’t go perfectly, and his phone ended up ringing near the end of the interview.

“Hold on, listener. I gotta take this.”

Did he really? You wished he would wait until you were done.

You felt him lean back as you remained on his lap. “Shouta, buddy! What’s goin’ on?”

Shouta? Does he mean...?

“Sorry about that! I’m not home yet, I’m doin’ a...special interview, with a hard-working thirstologist.” You heard the voice on the other end respond, and Hizashi made a noise of confusion. “Eh? What do you mean ‘you too?’”

Oh dear, he does. They actually know each other.

The conversation quickly transformed into an argument, a loud one. The two heroes apparently have some...tension between them.

“Oh, so I throw hints at you for years and you act as innocent as your cats, but you’ll sit down and let a girl hop on your dick during an interview?!”

You had to lift yourself off of his softening member and take shelter from his booming voice. He was tucking himself back into his pants with one hand as he marched out of the room, but his hurt and anger was still loud and clear. “Don’t give me that bull. I bet if I hit you with twenty one questions about cockwarming, you’d just pretend you’re asleep! Oh, you actually did fall asleep? Huh.”

You awkwardly collected your notes as the two gentlemen were seemingly making up.

“Damn right I’ve always felt this way. Oh man, you better get ready tonight because I’ve got over ten years of pent up feelings, and you’re gonna take it all.”

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Conclusion: It feels good to have a full interview. In summary, Hizashi is intrigued by the combination of closeness and casualness of it all. His interest in cockwarming during his jobs also indicate a possible thrill out of doing it in public. In addition, I’d like to announce with some pride that I may have assisted in taking two friends to the next level of their relationship.

Hawks

Pre-Notes: I’m eager to hear what the handsome winged hero has to say. I wouldn’t mind if we just stare at each other throughout the entire interview. My lust for him is unbearably strong and I’m not sure why. It’s probably just the horny writer’s obvious bias towards this bird. She could use another hobby.

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Hawks laughed once you gave him the question that officially begins the interview. “Gotta admit, I’ve actually never tried it.”

That’s a surprise that you quickly jot down in your notes. “I see. Is it something you’re interested in trying? I can give you a demonstration right here.”

“Oh? I’d love one.”

You try not to look too excited as you leave your seat and move to undo his pants, but Hawks raises a hand.

“But I want you to do it on your knees.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “My knees? How do I-”

“With your mouth.”

Oh my.

You granted his request and kneeled down to take his half-hard cock into your mouth.

“Ahhh, that’s nice.” He sighed loudly, spreading his legs more as he stared down at you.

You detached your mouth from him to speak. “Can you tell me what it is that you-mmffrrf.”

A hand pushed you back down onto his man meat. “No no no, just...stay right there. I’ll do the talking in a minute.”

You sat there with his cock growing in the heat of your mouth. Hawks’s eyes were closed, a small content smile on his face. Every time you lifted your head just an inch, the hand on your head pressed you back down. Just when this interview was starting to feel more like a hookup, he finally began to talk.

“Oh yeah, I’ve fantasized stuff like this. You got a shitty boss? I do, don’t tell them I said that, though. They’re always finding something to get on my ass about. Working me like a dog everyday, expecting me to pull off these insane missions flawlessly.”

All you could do was look up and listen to his rant. He must have loved the sight of you, going by the strong twitch of his length in your mouth.

“They just keep asking more and more from me. ‘Do this faster next time, Hawks!’ or ‘I know you’ve never done something like this before, but don’t fail us, Hawks!’ Sometimes I just wanna shove something in their mouths...like my dick. Can you relate?”

You shook your head as well as you could in your current position.

He shrugged. “Oh well. As far as I know, I’ll always be the one getting fucked by them. But something like this...” He pat your head. “Ah yeah, it would be so nice to see them like this...”

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Conclusion: Hawks was sadly short on time and had to leave before I could even get into the questions. Going by the very personal feelings and frustrations he shared, Hawks enjoys the dominance displayed from cockwarming, and prefers it be done orally. I will respect his wishes and not reveal any of the opinions that he shared about the establishment he works for and its executives.

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum

Pre-Notes: It’s best that I continue to be honest: I’m anxious. Fat Gum is one of the biggest heroes around, and I just know that there is a deadly pillar of pussy destruction in those pants. I know that I should be more concerned with the questions, but it just won’t leave my mind.

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“So, what experience do you have with this, Toyomitsu?”

The large man chuckled. He was currently in his skinny form, which you’re pretty thankful for since his fat form would have been beyond awkward to straddle. That would be like trying to hump one of those giant inflatable characters at parades. “A pretty lady I knew was really into it! I tried it for her sake, but I’ll say this with no ego, my sausage ain’t something to be taken lightly! Still, she was determined, and I was really digging just how strong her will was to take me.”

‘She sounds like a very brave soul,‘ you thought as your pen glided across your paper.

“I couldn’t believe it when she managed to get all of me inside. She couldn’t either, because she passed out! At first I just wanted to laugh it off,” he cackled as if to give an example, but his face quickly drooped into a somber expression. “But then I realized she wasn’t breathing...” His eyes shut in pain and sorrow. “And I couldn’t find a pulse...”

You nearly dropped your pen in horror. “My goodness, Toyomitsu. I’m so sor-”

“I’m just messin’ with ya! She’s fine!” His face immediately brightened up again, leaving you shocked and somewhat upset over the scare. “But seriously, if you want a seat on this big boy, I hope you’ve got plenty of lube on hand.”

“Don’t worry, I do. More than enough for the biggest flesh towers.”

But your doubts instantly returned when the bulging monster was freed from his pants. It’s huge. Toshinori may have been long, but this monster was unbelievable in both length and girth.

Your fear must have been evident on your face, because Toyomitsu asked, “You sure you wanna do this? Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You whipped out your bottle of lube and drenched your hands. “Thirstology is my passion. My life’s work. I am more than willing to put my life on the line for science.”

The hero raised an eyebrow. “It’s...not that serious, but I really like your guts, missy.” He gave himself a few strokes. “So let me tear them up.”

Even with the coatings of lube inside your pussy and on his massive cock, this was still the most arduous task you have ever performed in your life. You didn’t know it was possible to be stretched this far. The light blonde was mesmerized by your trembles and scrunched expressions and as you tried to take more of him, his mouth slightly open when he noticed the swell in your lower abdomen.

“Oh, that is hot.”

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Conclusion: I did it. I took the Fat Gun. Fat Gum himself takes a lot of pleasure in watching the strain of someone trying to take him in, and due to his partner often being much smaller than him, the tightness is very pleasurable to him. He was the only interviewee that actually came during the demonstration, so I suppose it’s safe to say that he is the biggest fan of cockwarming out of the five. He was very panicked when he came inside me, but I reassured him that I am on the pill. This is still a hell of a mess to clean up, however.

(I hope the information I have obtained will be useful for the institute. Thank you for giving me this opportunity)

#asks #smut #all might #shouta aizawa #hawks #present mic #fatgum #yagi toshinori #keigo takami #yamada hizashi #i got more invested in this as i went on #also how the hell do you write fatgum

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mahalkitajohnnysuh · 4 years

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Awkward

I live for moments like these, so keep on reading to know what kind of awkward I’m talking about.

Here’s a flirty, puppy-eared Johnny to hype you up!

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

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Summary: It’s all about sexual awkwardness or any semblance to it with today’s offering. It’s a bit ecchi-ish if you know your anime lingo. Essie becomes a blubbering and forgetful mess, and Johnny couldn’t help but get turned on with that.

POV: Both of these short pieces are in 3rd person, y’all.

Word count: 1,615 words

Warning: There are times that we should be candid about sex talk, and this is one of those times that I get graphic with it of some sort. And oh, italics are for thoughts.

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Essie and Johnny were a hot mess after filming a vlog on the different kinds of red wine.

They were both laughing on the couch, sweaty with their clothes almost in disarray. The guy has three buttons undone on his white shirt while the girl’s skirt was hiked dangerously close to her underwear.

“And to think you wanted to do this alone?” Essie panted, placing her hand on her chest. “Yeah, I know. I’ll die from embarrassment that I’ll get drunk on camera alone. I’ll be more meme-worthy,” Johnny replied, patting his girlfriend’s exposed thigh.

“We shouldn’t do this again,” the girl straightened up, letting the skirt of her silk dress cover her legs again. “This is bad for our health. I think we finished two bottles per person.” She eyed the half-empty bottles of cabernet sauvignon and merlot before turning her attention again on her boyfriend.

“I know I’m going to need more coffee than usual,” he groaned. “Please, Youngho. Lay off on the coffee. Your cum will taste even bitter if you drink more than a liter, I swear.”

Essie was caught off-guard with the last words she said and clamped a hand over her mouth immediately. Her eyes widened in shock, jolting her a bit out of her drunkenness. Shit, did I just say that out loud?

Unfortunately, Johnny heard her loud and clear. “So, my baby doesn’t like how my cum tastes?” He moved closer to her, his hands wiggling in anticipation to touch her thighs again.

“John, please,” she grumbled, moving farther on the couch. “What do you suppose I drink then? You know what Mark said, right?” Her boyfriend’s voice sounded lower than usual – he was in the mood to torture, er, taunt her until she accepts defeat.

“Coffee without Johnny isn’t coffee, and Johnny without coffee isn’t Johnny,” both of them said, with Essie rolling her eyes at the end, and Johnny staring intently at her face.

“See? You know how I’m inseparable from coffee,” the guy didn’t stop moving forward, “so what do you suggest I eat or drink then?”

“John, I swear to God!” Essie hit the end of the sofa, “If only you listened to me and drank pineapple juice whenever we did it, then I wouldn’t be complaining like this!”

She was surprised at the words that tumbled out of her mouth again and buried her face in her hands. I am a worse drunk when I have wine instead of beer, damn it.

“Pineapple juice? Maybe you’d like watermelon juice too! So, fruit juice then?” Johnny stopped perusing her and leaned on the couch.

“If possible, yes. I want to taste something else, love. Your cum’s like battery acid,” Essie groaned, mimicking his action of leaning on the sofa.

He laughed at her response. “Seriously, baby? Where is this all coming from? You’re funny,” he patted her knee, which was within his arm’s reach, “And do you really want to know how yours taste like?”

“Please, spare me the details. I don’t want to know.”

“Yours taste like bitter fish paste.”

His answer earned a pillow thrown on his face. “I said I didn’t want to know!” The girl whined, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hey, it’s fair! You commented on how mine tastes like, why can’t I comment on what yours tastes like?”

Essie just huffed and glared at him. “Come on, be a good sport!” Johnny resumed moving closer to her. “Or else I’ll fill you up with my battery acid.”

The girl wasn’t able to do anything once her boyfriend tackled her. “Let’s rev you up, okay?”

“Yes, sir. Please start me up.”

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If there was another member from the group that Essie had a special connection with, it was Taeil.

After all, they lived close to a month with Jaehyun before the affair and bonded over their love for Frank Ocean and cats among many other things. Whenever he was out, she took care of Ying and Yang, his adorable black and white kittens.

Since it has been some time since the two met up along with their other friends, the girl couldn’t help but tackle him. “Moon Taeilllll!” She cried, almost jumping on him as she hugged him tightly. The tomato-haired guy laughed at her enthusiasm and hugged her back. “Hey, Essie noona! It’s been a while!” He said, drawing circles on her back to calm her down.

“Yes, I know! How are you, Moony? How are our fur babies?” She clasped her hands together in glee as she continued talking to Taeil, which was getting on Johnny’s nerves.

Lest we forget, Essie has been dating Johnny for a couple of months now. They’ve been through a lot – yes, do we need to be reminded of their affairs? – and for him to see her gushing at his hyung irritated him.

What made him almost lose his temper was that her short skirt went a bit up, and he saw a sliver of lace trimming when she hugged Taeil excitedly. At first, he didn’t want to think much of it. But yes, she forgot to put on a pair of cycling shorts and flashed almost everyone with her underwear.

He looked at his friends if they saw the same thing, but alas, they were all in their worlds. Yuta and Jungwoo were teasing each other, while Doyoung and his girlfriend were talking to Haechan in hushed tones. It was just Johnny who observed everything, and he wished that Mark was already there so he’ll have someone to talk to.

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Essie didn’t mean to make Johnny jealous, but she felt that he was fuming because of how touchy she was with Taeil.

Who couldn’t be when he’s such a lovable and huggable friend? If she remembered correctly, her boyfriend mentioned wished that he had his hyung’s body because it was huggable.

Not that Johnny’s body was built in the same way, but the downside of having rock-solid abs is that the body lacks softness and warmth sometimes. There were times his hugs didn’t feel warm enough for her, and she had to stay in his arms for hours just to reach that level of warmth she wanted. No wonder she loved cuddling with Jaehyun more when they sneaked out before since he had more body heat despite having more defined abs.

As she continued to gush to Taeil about the latest cat Instagram accounts she found, she noticed that her boyfriend looked sullen as he listened to Mark. The younger guy arrived late with Taeyong, as both came from another project they were involved in.

“Not that I don’t appreciate you showing these adorable accounts, but I think you should talk to your boyfriend,” Taeil whispered, noticing how Johnny grunted in response to Taeyong’s question.

“I can talk to him later,” she huffed, scrolling through her phone quicker. “He’s a big boy. I’m focused on all these cute cat IG accounts that I think you should see and follow.”

“Noona, don’t be stubborn. Look at him,” he tilted her head towards Johnny’s direction, “he’s jealous of the attention you’re giving me. And like everyone else in the room, I don’t want to incite his wrath.”

The six-footer was now brooding in a corner, with Mark and Taeyong conversing with the other members. Oh God, how can I blame him for not being jealous after all we’ve been through? She thought before finally standing up and going to his location.

“Hey, my love,” Essie started, sitting down beside him. He didn’t move from his spot, but he put up the hood in his jacket to cover his profile. “Hey yourself,” he grumbled, tucking his knees to his chest.

“Are you jealous of how I’m interacting with Taeil?” She went straight to the point, which stunned Johnny a little. He was used to her mincing words every time she tried to apologize for her behavior. He tried to hide his shock by burying his chin into his knees.

“Yeah, baby. I am. I know you have a special friendship, but I can’t help but be jealous of other guys you act very chummy with. Considering, you know…” He was fiddling with his thumbs this time, a sign that he was unsure of the next things he wanted to say.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to. It’s been a while since I last saw him too, and you know how much I love his kitties. So please, don’t think bad of it, okay?” Essie tugged the hood away from his face and cupped his cheeks in both of her hands.

He looked like he was about to cry, and she couldn’t help but kiss both of his puffed-up cheeks. “I love you, dummy. And I’m sorry that I made you jealous. It wasn’t my intention, I promise.”

“I’ll try my best not to be overly jealous, but baby…” He pulled her into his arms until she was sitting on his lap, “please don’t forget to wear your cycling shorts. You almost flashed everyone with your panties.”

Her eyes widened in fear, and she held onto the hem of her skirt. “Oh my God, I did forget to wear my shorts. No wonder it felt so breezy down there,” she murmured, giving Johnny an apologetic look. “Sorry, my love! It won’t happen again.”

He responded by smacking her bottom before carrying her over his shoulder. “You know what to do to make it up to me, right?” He asked sternly as he readjusted his hold on her.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, ignoring the eyes that looked at her as Johnny brought her to a spare room.

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FIN

P.S. Weren’t those weak-ass endings? Or is it okay for you guys?

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vespiiqueen · 4 years

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you (if you want !! 💛💖)

Wow I rambled a lot with this but i can't add cuts bc I'm on mobile rn DHSISHSJ sorry :"))))

1. Ik Ik "haha how cringe are you" of me to say, but honestly? Homestuck. Homestuck helped me in a time of need and when i so desperately wanted something to latch onto. Finally, I caved into my friends telling me to read it-- and it's been a blast!! The epilogues / hs^2 make me feel kinda sad though, because so much of what I loved about the original was yeeted through the nine circles of hell and into the trash. I love Y/ffany's (I call her Yippi tho) design, the art is really pretty at times, Harry is a major dork, I LIVE for seeing Vrissy bc honestly?? Her design is 10/10, very early 2000s emo style and I also live for that. Tavros is cute and a nerd and I think that's swell!

But in terms of story and how any of this happens, it makes me sad to see it happen. If Vriska could return as Vrissy, why not OTHER beta trolls? Where's my Eridan fish man, writers?? Give me the boy or perish by my fury.

2. Also super "haha how cringe are you" but,,, murder cats (Warriors), esp the early 2005-2015 amvs and stuff. I remember watching Flightfootwarrior's "I Will Not Bow" Scourge amv for HOurs and having no clue what was happening, but all these edgy kitties were KITTIES! It's introduced me to a lot of music I still listen to to this very day (Imagine Dragons, Young/the entirety of Hollywood Undead, Breaking Benjamin). And yknow what?? This new arc is absolute chaos, but in the good way.

I'm an "OG Fan". I prefer the first arc, The Prophecies Begin, to almost any of the other arcs. I just could never get into the other arcs-- not to say I haven't read them, I HAVE and the Fire Scene was probably one of my favorite moments beside grumpy Jaypaw, god complex Lionblaze, and fear the gods Hollypaw. I thought the build-up for it was SUPER satisfying. Gray Wing is my baby and I fully embellish in the Gray Wing is Silverpelt theory.

This new arc is definitely something new for the universe. While I didn't read aVoS (but I may do that if i can find the files for it), and so I don't know the major events of it other than what I've seen M.A.P.'s (Multi-Animator Projects, for clarification,,, bc unfortunately that term is also something disgusting). There's fucking cat possession and all the Clans questioning their belief system, yo. Shit be on fire.

Also the Imposter is 100% Ashfur, that's canon now, yeah??? Also im sorry but fuck Root x Bristle that's the dumbest shit I have ever seen. Give me Root x Shadow or face the wrath of my dragon plushies.

RiverClan is my Clan and my gov assigned warrior name is Fireshell 🌟🌟

3. As much as I hate the author,,,,, Harry Potter. It's been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember. I can never really remember why, but I've always just loved it- the movies, the books, the extra little merch that would pop up in my local Walmart. Of course my favorite character is Draco Malfoy. I could go on and on and ON about how I think his character arc was SHIT and JKR didn't have the balls to make him a confident gay man that was always implied through the text (at least, my lesbian ass thought it was implied but i may just be projecting, idk). I could ramble about Draco for HOURS and what I think his character SHOULD have been and how his parents are horrible (more specifically, Lucius bc Narcissa [?] Actually showed a few good moments), and a child should never have to pay for their parents sins.

Oh noo, Draco's a villain because he's a victim of major abuse and peer pressure? He's a villain because a literal child can be horrible and they'll always always always stay as a horrible little fiend?? Fuck that. He's a child.

Unlike manchild grease pan Snape, who was a racist piece of shit and shouldn't have became a fucking school teacher but it's okay because he was ~~~in love~~~. No, fuck you, he was a creep. James Potter n Co may have been a little posh bitch to you, Snape, but that's no fucking excuse to continue to bluntly be a little cunt all the way into adulthood. You're an adult who flatly changed your PATRONUS to imitate Lily's. You have no excuse. And Harry went and named his child after you LIKE JESUS CHRIST, DID RON'S SISTER NOT HAVE A SAY IN THE NAMES TOO?????

I also fully adore the idea that Muggles can run into Hogwarts and their patronus can 100% be a made up, fantasy creature. Imagine you learn the patronus spell and suddenly fucking ARCEUS comes from your wand. Imagine learning the spell and CHTULU (i did not spell that right but im so tired) comes from your wand-- an entire ass fucking Lovecraftian, Eldrith horror is just the embodiment of you. What if it was a fucking Homestuck character like Vriska? How fucking METAL would that be?? Hskajssowjjsjs get on it fandom.

4. Hee hee very evident by my url but Pokemon is another major thing of mine. While vespiquen isn't my favorite (that title goes to Hydreigon), it is definitely up there!

I've ALWAYS enjoyed the idea of Pokemon. You run around, training up these fight monsters and collecting them. I remember playing my sister's Ruby version on her flip-up Gameboy. I couldn't even read but I ran around catching god only knows how many of the same pokemon wherever she was. Apparently, I had fought for hours in the same area and leveled her Blaziken up to lvl 50 something and left her lvl 30s in the dust LMAO.

I got my first game when it was Pearl/Diamond. It was Pearl, and it still holds a very fond place in my heart. I could barely read, I could barely write-- I had named my Turtwig something along the lines of "MmorpHy" and my player boy "ZbsibJ". Yes I remember the names slightly. I really didn't get far-- I barely got to the first gym but I was just so happy to play it.

I eventually lost the game, as a 5 year old would do, but I can still vividly remember what was happening when the game arrived. I had just came back from the dentist and was quite tired from fighting the dentist bc I was super scared. Mom suddenly handed me a box and said it was mine-- my overseas (at that time) dad had bought me Pearl and my sister Diamond, because I lost my shit about it when he visited one time.

Well, tdlr, I played it for about five minutes while struggling to stay awake against the loopy gas they made me take. I fell asleep listening to Twinleaf Town's soundtrack. Every time I play a rom of Pearl and I get to where the player's house fades in and I hear that first tune of the song, I get a huge smile on my face and cry-- as.. Weird as it sounds.

A few years later, I had gotten Pokemon Black bc I liked Reshiram on the cover. Now, this one I could actually READ when playing, but I don't remember a lot of things about it. I probably lost this one too, as a 8/9 year old would do. I DO remember, I chose Snivy and my sister chose Tepig (hrmm there's a theme here of grass/fire goin on......) and vibing to the music. I was so amazed by the sprites moving, I just kept getting into encounters to see the sprites move (oh boy, no one tell younger 7-9 y/o me about Zelda......oh wait....)

Playing Pokemon NOW, as a 17 year old """gifted""" chick, I stil have very fond memories. I recently beat Pokemon Black again and GOD the OTS SLAPS. I fucking adore the soundtrack-- the track that plays when you battle a trainer, the low health dings being turned into a legit song that also slaps, the battle! gym leader themes-- and oh my gOd, the legendary theme is amazing? It really tells you just how glorious these pokemon are supposed to be. It's not intimidating like Groudon/Kyroge/Rayquaza's themes. It's not action packed like Palkia/Dialga's is, it's not filled with tension like Giratina/Arceus's is-- but it radiates the GLORY that the beasts portray. And I live for that. (Also, Kyurem's version is my favorite because it glitches in the beginning and that's rly cool)

P/D/P and BW/BW2's stories, imo, are some of the greatest ones. Yeahhh, US/USUM's is cool and I haven't played XY nor SwSh-- but the ones I can find memorable are PDP and BW/BW2. I love N. I love Barry. They're my sons. Ghetsis is fucking terrifying, Cyrus needs a hug. Giratina scared the piss out of me when I was younger, which was NOT helped by Giratina and The Sky Warrior.

I think my favorite movies are the gen 4 ones. The Rise of Darkrai having a tear-jerking theme for such a mysterious pokemon (i still tear up when i hear Ocarion), Giratina being spiteful is a mood and Shaymin was cute, Arceus being angry is also a mood. Yeah, Pokemon 4Ever made me cry my eyes out over Celebi, Mewtwo Returns made me again cry because Mewtwo accepting who he is, I remember how vastly different the BW movies are-

I just. I have a lot of memories with the series, even if Gamefreak and Nintendo kinda do the series dirty a lot (your top-grossing thing and you made That monstrosity for the Switch? How dare you.). It's comforting to be stressed and pull up my roms for the games and to play them. Mystery Dungeon is incredibly fun to play, Pokemon Ranger is really fun with the concept (Shadows of Almia continues to kick my ass to this very day and FUCK the Jungle Relic, I hate the Water Challenge fucking gyarados bullshit). I remember the pokemon I got for MD (I got Time, my sis got Darkness) was Mudkip, if that is any help.

I love my little fictional pixel monsters.

5. Yup, someone told tiny 7-9 y/o me about console games. The legend of Zelda. My first Zelda game was Twilight Princess on the Wii and BOY did I play the fucking SHIT out of that game.

Honestly, looking back and looking at playthroughs now-- I still love TP. Twilight Princess is still one of my top favorite Zelda games-- yes, even after playing OoT, Majora's Mask, Wind Waker, Skyward Sword, the anniversary four swords edition for the DS where you could play by yourself (Nintendo pls bring that back, I don't have friends to play it with ;-;), Phantom Hourglass- ect.

Something about Twilight Princess grabbed me by the head and yeeted me into the world. I can remember playing it for hours with little to no breaks. I, a tiny 9 y/o, had gotten the hang of the controllers and managed to get past the tutorial quite easily. And then, I was launched into the game and I wasn't stopping for NOTHING. Mom and Dad would have to force me to save and get off to go and eat dinner. THAT sucked.

I had done everything on my own up until the first temple, the forest temple. Not where/when you saved the dumb kid, but when you were saving the spirit's light. Theeeeeeennn I got stuck on the fucking Forest Temple for deadass six months straight. I'd play for hours, running around in circles, unable to figure out where to go, and because I didn't grasp the temple's purpose of being that way- I'd get angry and get off. It wasn't until dad looked up a walkthrough and talked me through what I was supposed to do that I learned how to get through temples.

I had gotten to the last little fight with Ganondorf before the Wii broke and i could no longer play. Despite the Wii being broke and we got rid of it, I was ADAMANT on keeping the game, and I kept that game for YEARS. It was an original copy out of a sealed box, and I eventually lost it when I left it accidentally at my now ex-friend's house.

She had a Wii and I went "hey I have a Wii game!" And I brought my Zelda over. Worst fucking choice of my goddamn life. Mom called me to come home and said I couldn't sleep over like the original plan was, and that was it. My ex-friend stashed my Zelda and I never saw it again. And, even if I wanted to-- I couldn't get it back, which makes me upset. We had a BAD falling out. She likely doesn't even remember it's there, or sold it to the local game junkie kid who buys ALL games.

But I still love the game. Midna was amazing, and I loved how snarky she was and she has a very cute design! The game's OST is fucking phenomenal. Midna's Desperate Hour makes me cry bc goddamn it really sells how serious that situation is. I love Hyrule Field's theme in this game. I love the Twilight Realm's song. Zant was fucking hilariously scary. Ganondorf's design in this game scared the piss out of me when I was younger.

Midna and this game's Link and Zelda are def my favorites. Yeah yeah, Sheik is cool and all I Guess but dhsushwishs Midna holds the special place in my heart. She was totally my gay awakening BUT

For other game antagonists, I adore Ghirahim-- let's go you funky little queer-coded villain. Skull Kid was great, I love the entire dynamic of him. Prankster lost soul stumbles upon Majora's Mask and the mask makes him act out due to powers-- which, I actually took very heavy inspiration from for one of my OCs. The moon falling to Hyrule was a fucking terrifying looming threat.

But the game series holds a place, and I've yet to be able to play BoTW-- although, I'm fairly certain I'll like it. The playthroughs I've watched of it are all fairly decent! I just. Gotta save up enough money to buy it haha.

Dang guess I gotta go watch a Twilight Princess playthrough again.

Honorable Mentions:

Avatar: the Last Airbender, specifically Book 3

my OCs definitely make me happy, they're my children and I'd ramble A LOT longer if given the chance WHEEZE

My friends, but I didn't add them here bc it's more fictional stuff, I presume

Baking. I love to bake cupcakes.

Painting is fun. I'm an artist and goddammit im going to use painting as an excuse to make a mess.

Fire. I rly like fire, down to a pyromaniac level. However, i hate the fires that happened to my home town, the Great Smokey Fires of 2016-- THAT pissed me off. How dare you burn mountain landscapes to the ground. Perish.

History. I'm a history nerd.

I'm also a science nerd.

But fuck math, I cannot comprehend math to save my life.

For some reason, I rly like learning how the human body works??? like did you know, organs are actually sticky when touched by a bare hand?? Did you?? How fucking cool is that.

Bakugan. I love Bakugan, esp the DS game. I love my Darkus Leonidas. Give me back the online world, you peasants-- I want my Darkus Dragonoid. (Also fuck all my friends from when I was in kindergarten- my theory that Alice was Masquerade was somewhat correct.)

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Nine Lives, One Fight - Part 24

The story: Deep in the forest of Troll Town, there lies a mysterious tiny purple mushroom that has a secret magical ability. King Peppy calls this mushroom forbidden for all Trolls to go near it. One day, while Branch is out in the woods doing his survival research studying, he encounters it and, not knowing it is a regular mushroom, decides to harvest it and bring it home. But in the next morning, its magic effects transform him into a small blue cat! After being sent to the animal pound, his girlfriend, Poppy, finds him and decides to adopt him, although not recognizing it is Branch. Desperate to finish his research project due for a special event invented by Poppy, Branch is forced to learn how to behave like a pet cat and must figure out what caused him to become one.

You already seen what had happened in Part 23. Now get ready for Part 24!:

The next morning, Poppy and Branch went for a morning stroll in Troll Village. After a few minutes of their time, they stop at a corner which lies an enormous green tree root. Poppy settled her backpack down and unpacked everything that she brought along; cans of cat food, a ball of yarn, lots of cat toys and tuna sandwiches. She spent her time taking care of Branch, giving him kibble for him to eat and toys for him to play.

Branch enjoyed most of his time with Poppy, even when he is now a cat. He wished he could even speak with her someday, but he just couldn’t feel like he wanted to. After all, he liked behaving like Poppy’s pet cat for the rest of his life because he gets to enjoy her daily routine of petting his soft and cuddly blue fur.

He hopped onto Poppy’s lap and took a nap, yawning and stretching before closing his eyes. Smiling, Poppy gently caresses his fur, making him purr. “PUUUUURRRRRR….. PURRRRRRRRRRR……PURRRR….”

Branch loved the way she usually pets his fur. It felt wonderful! He liked to see if this can last forever...until he and Poppy heard a trio of voices.

It was Biggie, Smidge and Guy Diamond!

The three Trolls approached them, chatting anxiously. It was when Poppy heard these news that she felt fear invading her, trying to keep her cool.

“Haven’t you heard what Peppy told us about what really happened to Branch?!” Biggie cried. “I can’t believe he had died after he touched the mushroom!”

Guy gasped in horror. “Oh no! What if Poppy knows about this? I’m afraid she’ll be grief-stricken to hear the terrible news!” he said as he panicked, pulling his hair.

Smidge tried to calm the two Trolls down. “Well, we’ll have to tell her truth,” she said in a grave voice. “I’m fairly disappointed how losing a friend would turn out.”

Poppy and Branch walked up to their friends, looking very disappointed at what they’ve been hearing.

“Guys?” Poppy asked, trying to get their attention. “What’s going on?”

Biggie stepped forward, feeling like it wasn’t easy to say the bad news to her. He simply tried to say “Poppy, are you feeling okay that…Branch is gone?”

Branch felt a wave of shock and sadness over his face as he listened.

“I think so, Biggie,” Poppy said, fiddling with her fingers nervously. Eventually, she moved on to the next subject. “But what’s more important now is that my dad is forming a larger investigation team that will eventually find more evidence of the missing Archaeo morphisis.”

Guy just shrugged. “I don’t think it was a good idea,” he replied. “It might be really hard for more Trolls to look for more clues related to the incident.”

“I guess so...” Poppy muttered, stroking Branch’s hair. “I bet any of us can try our luck finding it.”

Seeing the face she had been making right now, Biggie, Smidge and Guy stared at her. They knew she was hiding something from them, and understood perfectly if she did not want to talk about it. But it was obvious that she loved Branch!

Biggie looked down at Branch, who was now busy cleaning himself by licking his paw. “First of all, can I ask you a question regarding your pet cat?” he asked, pointing at him.

“Yes, why?” Poppy asked the big Troll. “What…what do you think about keeping a pet?”

The question had slightly surprised her friends. Silence had started between them, until Biggie put an end to it. “When I heard your cat meowing in the animal shelter during Mr. Dinkles’ vet checkup, he didn’t look very happy there. It looked like a child who wanted to play with you,” he explained.

Poppy felt somehow relieved. At least some could see what she had seen.

Smidge began to explain to her. “Second of all, why did his face look a lot like Branch’s?” She pointed at him, who was scratching himself intensely with his back paw, working a spot just behind his neck.

Poppy looked down at her cat, not daring to blurt something scary to her friends. She waved her hands back and forth with embarrassment. “Hehe…what’s the difference between Mr. Tickle or Branch?” she asked, giggling nervously. “They both look alike…a matter of factly.” She rubbed her chin, as though she might be crazy thinking that her cat might really be Branch, or maybe she was not so sure that the cat might be his identical twin.

Guy scratched his head as a new thought knocked around inside it. “If your cat and your friend really look the same, why don’t you tell us more about Branch’s mysterious disappearance?” he asked.

Branch shrank back with embarrassment. He nudged at Poppy’s side in order to make her think of something.

She took a deep breath and casually said “Don’t worry, guys! I’m sure Branch will be fine. I was just taking care of my pet cat, and that’s all.” He raised her hands up, showing her palms. Her right hand had a little cat scratch scar, the one Branch had accidentally made during their argument yesterday.

At the sight of the scar, the three Trolls gasped in horror! “Oh my gah!” Smidge cried. “What is that in your hand?”

“What?” Poppy asked, wanting to know what they’re worried about until she noticed her scar. Shrieking, she hid her hand, embarrassed. “That’s not what you’ve been thinking.”

“Poppy, I can sense that something’s wrong with your pet,” Guy said. “What did he do to you?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong to me!” Poppy protested. “It’s just a cute ordinary pet cat, like most cats!”

As Branch watched her talk with her friends, a wave of guilt came over him. But it wasn’t because he had scratched her hand, it was because he just wanted Poppy to recognize him. He’d been so distracted on the Show-and-Tell festival that he’d forgotten that cats are not signed in for this party, and now he had let everyone down.

As Biggie, Smidge and Guy continued to rant about Branch’s disappearance in front of her, hearing all these was all too much for Poppy. Slowly, she packed her things and walked away, with Branch trailing after her. Noticing this, the three Trolls stopped her.

“Hey, Poppy,” Biggie asked. “Where are you going?”

“Yeah, your dad was arranging you to lead your investigation team today,” Guy reminded her. “Don’t you have anything else planned?”

Poppy and Branch stopped in their tracks and turned back. “Uh, it’s just that I need to give Mr. Tickle some space for now,” Poppy said, happy to have an excuse. “Talk to you guys, later!”

Then she and Branch walk away. Biggie, Smidge and Guy watched them go, wondering how strange their queen has been acting lately.

“That went…quite well,” Smidge muttered grimly to herself.

Just then, Cooper burst from out of nowhere. “Hey, guys! What did I miss?!” he asked. Then he spotted a can of spilled cat kibble that Branch has been eating earlier and crowed “Ooh! Kibble!”

He lowered his head with his long neck and started eating the kibble in huge chomps. Biggie, Smidge and Guy watched him eat in great horror.

“Cooper, don’t eat that!” Guy screamed, his glittery auto-tune voice shimmering wildly in a panic.

“Oh god!” Biggie cried. “Mr. Dinkles, don’t watch!” He tried to cover his pet worm’s eyes from this epic abomination.

“Oh, completely disturbing!” Smidge shrieked.

After Cooper devoured some of the cat food, his tummy suddenly grumbled...loudly. URRRKK!!!

“Uh-oh!” With that, Cooper began to sweat, and an embarrassed expression spread over his face. He quickly ran off, yelling with his mouth full. “I’M OUTTA HERE!!!”

After he left in a flash, Smidge slapped her face and shook her head. “Sheesh!” she grumbled with frustration. “When are you gonna learn how to live in a healthy diet?!”

In another part of the village, Poppy laid out her scrapbooking materials on the ground and began to make a new scrapbook of her own. Cutting felt with scissors, she turned to see Branch, who was gnawing on her tuna sandwich he was trying to pull out of her backpack.

“This is the perfect spot for scrapbooking, Mr. Tickle!” she said, sighing happily as she cut a piece of blue felt, making a miniature scrapbook version of her cat.

While Poppy got busy, Branch pulled the sandwich out of her bag, chewing and gnawing hungrily at it. He loved the smell of tuna stuffed in this delicious treat that he kept gnashing on the bread and the stacked food slices, unaware of what Poppy is planning to put into her scrapbook.

When Poppy saw what he was doing, she displayed a teasing smile on her face. Branch looked back at her, still holding the tuna sandwich in his mouth.

“Mr. Tickle, what are you doing with my sandwich?” Poppy asked, giggling. “You’re hungry now?”

Branch shrugged, showing no sign of shame at all. He went back to eating the sandwich, and Poppy just laughed at him. Then she took the sandwich from his mouth and held it in her hands. Half of it had been chomped by Branch’s hungry little teeth!

Branch reached out a paw to the sandwich, but Poppy lifted her hand higher away from him, still holding on to it. “Oh, silly little kitty!” she said with a laugh. “You know there’s enough for both of us to share!”

Poppy took a bite on her sandwich, leaving out little Trolly tooth marks in it. She saved the rest for Branch, who bit into it when she handed it over to him.

“Awwww!!” Poppy said as she watched him eat. She would have thought that her pet cat also loved tuna, just like her boyfriend. But she remembered what her friends told her about why her cat looked a lot like Branch because of seeing his face for the first time, and she knew she doesn’t want to go further on the question why Branch and Mr. Tickle look the same.

Shaking off the bad memories, Poppy pulled the sandwich back so she can have some for herself, but Branch grabbed hold of it, wanting some more for himself. After a little struggle with their one single sandwich, they looked lovingly at each other for a moment. Both of their eyes shone with great love within their hearts.

After Poppy set the sandwich aside, Branch knew it might be the perfect time for them to kiss. He closed his eyes and brought his lips forward, but Poppy moved her fingers and brought her hands close to his chest, causing him to tumble on his back. He laughed as she tickled him in his belly, which is the most supremely ticklish part of his entire furry body.

“Nothing like a good tickle can keep you happy!” Poppy said happily as she kept running down her fingers to his little blue tummy. “Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy!”

“Hahaha! That tickles!” Branch said through his laughter, enjoying the feeling of being rubbed in the belly. “HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! HA HA HA!!”

As she continued tickling Branch, Poppy can clearly see that her cat seems to be making the same facial expressions as her boyfriend. She stopped for a moment to think why Branch and her cat look the same, and she kept wondering if there were some cats that look just like her own somewhere in the village. But could her friends really be right about that?

Poppy had no time to think some more because her dad showed up from just a few feet from her. “Hey, Poppy!” King Peppy called to her daughter. “Can I have a word with you, please?”

She stood up to hear his voice and said “Oh, sure! What is it you want to tell me, Dad?”

Then she walked up to the old king, leaving Branch still laying down on his back on the ground. He moved his paws around in a desperate attempt to get back on his legs and meowed for Poppy to come back to him, as if he wanted more tickles in his tummy. “Meow? Meeooww, meeeoooww!!”

Just then, a tiny blue butterfly fluttered by and made a gentle landing on Branch’s nose. It sat there, moving its little wings up and down. Branch stared at it for a second, and he tried reaching out a paw to his face to catch the butterfly, causing it to fly away.

Now having the sudden urge to catch it, Branch got up and chased after the flying little bug, pouncing towards it with his paws outstretched.

Meanwhile, Poppy approached her father, who was holding a confidential letter in his hands. “What is it, Dad?” she asked.

King Peppy handed the note to her. “The Troll Disappearance Investigation is arranging some leadership assignments for you,” he explained. “As Queen, you shall be able to lead them during their cases.”

“So it means I’ll find more clues related to this week’s incident?” asked Poppy as she read the contents of the paper written with bold handwriting.

“Not only that incident about the Archaeo morphisis, all of the TDI’s assignments,” said Peppy. “They’re looking forward to promoting you as head minister.”

Poppy couldn’t believe what she had heard so far. She sprang her arms wide with excitement. “That’s wonderful, Dad!” she said. “I’m being promoted for the investigation club! I can’t wait to lead everyone on during their cases!”

“And I know you will do well as a good leader,” King Peppy said, putting an arm on her shoulder.

As Poppy and her dad talked, Branch ran past them, chasing the little butterfly around the area. It landed on a rock, but he caught up to it and pounced for it, making it flutter away from him again.

Poppy giggled as she watched her cat play with the butterfly. She turned to King Peppy and asked “Do you think pets are allowed in the TDI department?”

Branch stopped chasing the butterfly to hear her sentence. Happy that he is no longer chasing it, the butterfly flew away to its freedom in the woods.

Poppy wanted her father to agree to the point if Branch will come along with her to the investigation agency, but instead, King Peppy just shook his head sadly. “Sorry, Poppy,” he said. “But the TDI has rules against pets.”

“Why not?” Poppy said anxiously. “I don’t want my cat to get lonely in my pod!”

At the sound of that, Branch walked up to her side and looked up at her with his big pleading eyes, agreeing with her statement. “Meow!” he begged.

“Yes, but one of the agents was highly allergic to cats, so I suggest you put on a clean dress and go without your pet cat,” King Peppy explained.

“Meow...” Branch meowed sadly at those awful news. He just wanted to accompany Poppy during her job, but since the TDI won’t allow any animals, it was now forbidden for him to go there because he is a cat. He sat down and hung his head with disappointment.

Stroking Branch’s head, Poppy reluctantly agreed to the point at what’s best for her pet, and she certainly doesn’t want some Trolls who suffer some allergies to swell up from the presence of a furry animal. Branch thought about the same thing too, as he had been a big fan of keeping Trolls safe from danger, especially preventing them to consume allergy sickness.

Sighing, Poppy nodded to her father and said “Okay, fine.” She turned to Branch and told him “I’m sorry, bud. I guess you’re gonna have to stay at home.”

King Peppy held on to his cane with anticipation. “It’s good that you are listening, Poppy,” he said as he prepared to leave. “Meet you in the TDI’s conference office in a few minutes?”

“Sure,” Poppy replied in an unsure voice. “I…I will be there.”

“Very well,” King Peppy said kindly. Then he walked away, leaving Poppy and Branch alone in their spot in the woods.

“Meow?” Branch meowed with complete concern and worriedness, unable to believe that there will be no more quality time between him and Poppy. She petted his head to comfort him as he looked up at her anxiously.

“Sorry, Mr. Tickle. I’m afraid I have more queen duties to be done rather than spending time with you,” Poppy explained as she continued caressing his hair. “But you must understand that I’m now the Queen and I need to be more hardworking and busy, is that okay?”

She rubbed Branch’s chin, but he is still feeling very sad. It was the first time Branch could remember being unable to enjoy one of Poppy’s usual habit of petting him, and he knew he is going to miss everything he had spent with her, such as how she took such good care of him, how she fed him nicely and how she usually rubs his belly.

“I guess this was goodbye,” Branch said softly with a sigh, staring down at the ground. He wished to spend more time with Poppy, but she had other tasks to tend to because she’s the leader of Troll Village.

Poppy patted Branch’s forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back after a few minutes,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I love you so much, my sweet kitty.”

Branch turned away from her, refusing to see the look of her reassuring face. Deep down, he didn’t like how this is being planned.

To Be Continued...

Stay tuned for Part 25!

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Inseparable Chapter 15: Animal Tendencies

Adrien struggles with his newfound knowledge.

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Marinette - Ladybug - had asked him what he wanted to watch. Somehow, Adrien agreed to a movie. He has no memory of doing so, but since they were laying side by side in her bed, laptop on her lap as the light from the movie illuminated them in the dark, it clearly had to have happened. He risked a glance to the side, aiming to get another look at the incriminating T-shirt.

There were probably other explanations. She was a personal friend of Jagged Stone. Maybe he sent the shirt to her, or maybe she got it because she was such a big fan of his. Adrien had found a way to get it early - it was possible she managed it as well.

Then his eyes traveled up to her face and he felt his heart flip as she laughed at a joke from the movie. Logic flew out the window. There was only one girl who could make him feel this way, even if he had been steadfastly ignoring how he felt around Marinette. A flicker of a smile came to his face when he realized he’d been denying that crush out of a sense of loyalty to her alter ego.

The smile quickly passed as the gravity of the situation crushed him, doubts hounding his every thought.

There was nothing he wanted more than to stay here like this forever. Close together, the space between them practically nothing. His hand was itching to grab hers, so maddeningly close… but he couldn’t do it. Not yet. He felt lost - confused. There were too many unanswered questions right now for him to make any kind of move. Which just left him beside her, yearning to reach out but paralyzed by uncertainty. One movie ended, another began. Just when he had nearly built up the courage to say anything, a knock on the door jolted him back into reality. The world suddenly became more than just him and her.

“Adrien,” Tom’s voice called through the wood of the trapdoor, “A, um, very large, silent man is standing outside the bakery. We think he is your… bodyguard?”

Relief poured down his spine like cold water even as a part of him was sad to leave. He was galvanized into moving for the first time in hours.

“I, uh… I had fun today…” Marinette fidgeted with her hands as he was halfway down the ladder. Even in his turmoil he stopped to smile softly at her shyness. “Maybe we can…” She waved her hand at the laptop, “...again, sometime?”

A long moment passed before he registered that he needed to respond. “Oh! Y-yeah, I’d like that.” Another pause as they watched each other, words hanging unsaid in the air between them. “I’d better get going.”

“R-right, of course.”

“The Gorilla is waiting…”

“Mmhm, yup.”

“...But I’ll see you at school. Later.”

“Yes! Later is good.”

“And probably after school. Since we, uh, we have a project to do.” He hated that he was rambling but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He didn’t want to leave her, but he couldn’t stay either.

“Lots of work to do on that project.”

“So… bye?”

“Y-yeah. Night good!” She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. “Good night,” she repeated, slowly.

He nodded and shut his mouth. He awkwardly climbed down her ladder in silence and left the bakery after a few words of thanks to her parents. The Gorilla was characteristically silent as he drove Adrien to the Agreste estate before leaving for home himself. There was no one to greet him when he got home, so he shambled off to his room in silence.

At least, until they reached the privacy of his room and Plagg emerged from Adrien’s bag.

“Well, well, well,” Plagg said while rubbing his paws together with a nearly malicious glee. “Looks like lover boy has made a discovery.”

Adrien sat down on the side of his bed. “Marinette is Ladybug.” Somehow, saying it out loud made it feel all the more real.

“Marinette is Ladybug,” Plagg nodded.

“I’m in love with Ladybug.”

His kwami sighed. “You’ve made that abundantly clear, kid.”

“...I’m in love with Marinette.”

“Because she is Ladybug? Or was there something there before?” When Adrien opened his mouth to speak, Plagg hushed him. “And be honest!”

Rubbing the back of his head, Adrien struggled to find a response. “Well, I… now that I think about it I guess you could say that I… but…”

Plagg rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, kid. Out with it! This isn’t that difficult.”

“I… love her.” He let out a wistful sigh. “I guess I always did.”

“Great. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, how are you going to break the news to Pigtails?”

“I don’t know, Plagg… This changes everything!”

“Okay kid now you’ve lost me again. Didn’t we just cover that you definitely like this girl? What does this change?”

Adrien began pacing, nervously adjusting his ring as he did so. “Well, Ladybug was always kind of a long shot. She’s just so confident and courageous and beautiful. But I love her and I was hoping she’d be willing to give me a chance.” He stopped and looked at Plagg with a look of anguish. “But Marinette? She is definitely out of my league.”

“What.” Plagg stared at him incredulously.

“Marinette is kind, caring, creative. She could impress my father and Chloe’s mother with her work. There are lifelong designers that couldn’t do that! I can't impress my father! She’s personal friends with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale. Everyone loves her - including me, apparently. And apparently she is Ladybug on top of it all. How can I possibly measure up to that?”

Plagg tried his best to face palm with his paws. “You’re a model? And the son of her favorite designer? And you’re Chat Noir?! Does none of this ring a bell to you?”

“I didn’t choose to be a model, or who my parents were. Besides, Marinette isn’t shallow - that’s not the sort of thing she would be interested in. And clearly being Chat Noir doesn’t matter since she… doesn’t…” His eyes widened with sudden realization. “She doesn’t love Chat Noir.” He crumbled onto the bed, hands buried in his hair.

“Woah, woah, kid.” Plagg landed on his shoulder. “Don’t sell yourself short - you’ve got plenty to offer.” Adrien sniffled and looked up. “You’re a sweet kid, and we both know that counts a lot to Pigtails. And you know Ladybug was turning Chat down for someone else - maybe that someone else was you all along?”

Adrien looked to the side, away from his kwami, as he felt the sting of tears. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I mean, yeah. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” Plagg zoomed in front of Adrien. “Listen, kid. You can go ahead and keep this to yourself for now, if you want. But you’ve got a patrol with her tonight, don’t you? You’ve got to decide what you’re gonna do when you see her.”

He brushed aside his tears and laid down on his bed. “I don’t know,” he whispered into the vast emptiness of the room. “Nothing, for now. I won’t let her be disappointed in me just because of how I’m feeling. She deserves that much while I get my act together.”

“Kid, I can tell you that I’m sure everything will work out fine. Go ahead and take some you time. I’ll be over here, with uncomplicated cheese and no heartache.”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

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Marinette landed on a rooftop wholly unremarkable except for the view of the moonlit Seine. The patrol wasn’t going great. Sure, they were covering ground like never before, but only because Chat Noir was being uncharacteristically bashful and quiet. Everytime he caught her staring concernedly at him, he’d blush and look away. It was a far cry from the sly alley cat she’d come to know. The stark difference had almost made her think that there was some akuma nonsense at work.

Now, she was fairly sure she was just dealing with a sad kitten. While that raised questions all on its own, it was at least something that she knew just how to handle.

“Okay, Chat,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, “this looks like as good a spot as any.”

Hesitantly, he shot her a curious glance. “Good spot for what?”

“Training, of course.”

“Ah.” He settled back into his glumness, but took a defensive position.

Instead of taking out her yoyo like he no doubt expected, she kept her hands behind her back and took a few steps towards him. His confusion grew until she entered his personal space and he put both hands on his baton and leaned back, his face a red, flustered mess. She smiled and poke his nose.

“Tag. You’re it.”

And just like that, she had run away. Without looking behind her, she could feel Chat chasing her. It had been too long since they had fun on their patrols, and she knew that he could use the distraction. Besides, he wasn’t the only one who can stand to get things off their mind for a little while. She replayed her time with Adrien earlier that day over and over - whether it was in the comfort of her own head, or dissecting everything with Tikki, she felt like it was an important milestone with them. They might not have made much progress with their school project, but she’d never felt closer to Adrien.

Stolen glances confirmed that her plan was working. Worry had melted from his face, leaving only the joy of the hunt. It was just like when they had first taken up the mantle of superheroes, still exploring the boundaries of their powers. Not that there still wasn’t things they didn’t know - these recent… hiccups with their abilities proved that. But now Marinette felt the weight of her responsibilities on her shoulders, a weight she had only managed to bear this long with Chat’s silliness to keep her sane. If he needed a little of that now, then she was happy to help.

The chase lasted long enough that even her superhuman endurance was running thin. She landed and held up her hands in surrender.

“Okay, kitty, you got me. Can we take a break now? My legs feel like jelly.”

He flashed her a warm smile, her reward for a long run. “Heh. Same here.”

He sat down, leaning against a chimney. She found a spot next to him and before long, mutual exhaustion and the cold had them leaning against each other. She snuggled against him, resting her head against his shoulder. It worried her that he froze for a moment afterward, but soon his head was resting on hers and he’d snaked an arm around her waist. They’d grown close during their long war against Hawkmoth. Personal space had been thrown out the window ages ago, a casualty of cold winter patrols and the close calls of a fight.

Her eyelids became heavy as she got lost in her partner’s warmth. What jolted her awake was a strange rumbling coming from inside her chest. Instantly, she pulled away from her partner, who she noticed was gawking at her in disbelief.

That shock faded quickly, replaced by a wide grin. “Did you just… purr?”

“N-nope!” She lied, unconvincingly.

“That was adorable!” He scrambled closer to her, eyes sparkling. “Do it again!”

“I don’t want to,” she complained. Their little side effects of having their miraculous had been floating freely between them, but she thanked her lucky stars that it hadn’t swapped their powers again. She still needed to speak with Master Fu, but unless she found some time to speak with him outside their schedules, she wouldn’t be seeing him until next week. In the meantime, she’d just have to deal with it.

“C’mon, please? Just one more? You make me do it all the time.”

“Once. I had you purr on command once and you complained the whole time since you found it so embarrassing.”

“Yeah, so that means you owe me one, right?”

Rolling her eyes, Marinette took out her yo-yo. “Good night, chaton.”

“I don’t think I will now.” He crossed his arms and looked away, but Marinette could see his tail sweeping back and forth contently. He was feeling happier, at least. That was all she could really hope for.

“Oh? Is that what you want your last words to me tonight to be?”

There was a pause. He sighed and looked back at her, pouting. “Good night, m’lady.”

“There’s a good kitty. See you later!”

She was too far away to hear Chat Noir sigh under his breath. “Sooner than you think…”

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For Adrien AUG-reste: Day 31

For @adrienaugust

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Fair warning. This chapter made me sob so much while writing it that I had to lock myself in the bathroom for 15 minutes to recover. And then I still sobbed myself secretly to sleep that night. I've avoided editing this chapter until right this moment because I was afraid to read it again. You might need a box of Kleenex before you start.

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One last entry. Marinette’s hands shook as she turned to the last page of words, the writing less refined than it had been in the rest of the book, an indication of the lack of strength Adrien had suffered in his last few days before needing to be hospitalized for good.

She found her way to his office, mostly empty now other than the desk and his oversized chair. Gently she ran her fingers over the worn leather arms as she settled into the seat. She put his journal on the desk and flipped it open to the entry.

There was no title today. Seeing that it was addressed directly to her made her uncomfortable, worried.

My Lady,

I’m not sure how much time I have left, in truth. I’ve been feeling so tired lately. I can barely keep my eyes open and I know. I know it’s almost time. But first, I need to tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a boy. A boy who had a life of a prince. He lived in a castle, had his every whim met in a blink of an eye, and everyone in the kingdom seemed to adore him. Except, maybe, his Father. His father was afraid to let the boy out of his sight. You see, the boy’s mother had disappeared without a trace. So, the Father kept him locked in his room when at home, and guarded fiercy whenever he was out. The boy had no real friends, only loneliness.

And then, one day, a magic ring appeared. That ring gave the boy a way to escape from the castle in secret. A way to be freed from his cage, from his life alone.

On his first day out in the world, that boy met a girl. A beautiful girl dressed all in red, with her dark hair in the cutest pigtails and with eyes that looked like the sky. A girl who doubted herself. Not knowing how to handle all the feelings that he had right then, the boy acted foolish and brashly overconfident. But when she became fire and steel, her self-doubt melting away, he knew, from that moment, he loved that girl. Together, they had a responsibility to save the kingdom from a darkness that threatened to overtake it. They were a team.

The boy began to stand up for himself at home, just a little, begging for some semblance of normalcy - and his Father reluctantly agreed to send him to school. The safety measures remained, but he was able to be with others for the first time in his whole life. He stumbled a lot, not knowing how to be a good friend, how to behave in a group, or generally what to do around others.

There, he met another girl. Soft and pink with pigtails like his partner, this girl started with fire and anger. Thinking he’d done something bad and deciding he was a fool, she ignored him - at least until he managed to get her to listen to him and he explained that this was all new to him.

Then, she became one of his closest friends when he didn’t use the ring. A friendship he valued more than anything.

The girl in red was his best friend when he escaped the walls of his room. They would battle evil, laughing along the way. Somehow they became a team who worked together to defeat the encroaching darkness that was taking over the kingdom. His heart felt like it would explode with how much he cared for her.

A cocky cat who didn’t know how to talk to girls (or really how to talk to anyone). She’d roll her eyes at his antics and remind him to focus on their mission. He tried, he really did, but all he wanted was for her to love him as much as he loved her.

Together they won. They defeated their enemy - who turned out to be the boy’s Father.

Now alone, the boy begged the girl to tell him her name. When she did, he was stunned. She was his close friend from school - the one who was fire and softness and pink. His lady in red.

It took too long, perhaps, for the masks to drop and for the boy and the girl to discover each other - friends and partners both, all that time. But, most amazingly of all….. she loved him back.

Then they kissed, got married, and lived happily ever after.

The End.

You see Mari - you are that girl. My friend. My partner. My Lady.

All our lives, I’ve spent trying to protect you, when in truth, it was you who saved me.

Without you, I was nothing. I was alone. Unloved.

You gave me everything.

I don’t want to go, Marinette. I don’t. I wish I could stay here with you and hold you forever. Tell you how much I love you every single morning. Never let you go. But I can’t. It’s time for me to go.

Promise me, my Lady, that you will be strong without me. That you will be Ladybug again - fierce, on fire, able to stand strong. Be steel. Because, if you can’t do that, I don’t know how to say goodbye.

I wish I could write more, but it’s too hard to hold a pen for long. Instead, I’m going to spend whatever time I have left with you: watching your face, holding your hand, hugging you, loving you in every single way that I can.

My life has been Miraculous. All because of you, Marinette.

From now to my last breath, and a million years beyond, I love you.

Eternally,

Your Kitty.

He was gone. Truly gone.

Pressing the journal to her chest, Marinette collapsed her head onto his desk and let the heartbroken sobs tear her apart. She stayed that way for a long time, unable to move or feel much more than the horrible pain of losing your other half.

How does one go on without their best friend, their partner, their soulmate? She had no idea, even if he had begged her to do so.

Dimly, she heard a voice calling for her in the hallway, and quickly moving footsteps in her direction, but she still couldn’t move, the tears long dried up.

A set of arms encircled her. Then another. Then another. And more.

“Maman,” the first one whispered, squeezing her tightly. “We love you.” More voices echoed the same.

Her children. Her grandchildren.

That’s how she could go on without him. The only way she could keep her heart beating still without him.

I love you too, Kitty. Wait for me.

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AUTHOR: Thank you so much for joining me in another month-long adventure. This one was quite the emotional rollercoaster, I admit it. I felt like I was intruding on something extremely personal and intimate between our two favourite heroes with this one but it was too beautiful to turn away.

Thanks for all your comments, likes, feedback, questions, and silent reading (I see you. I appreciate you!). Honestly, hearing that things I write mean something to others is a wonderful feeling. <3

Thank you to @adrienaugust for hosting a great set of prompts and monthly fun. I’ve enjoyed seeing the artwork and peeking at other people’s work, working on my own project, and also teaming up with my writing buddies for the weekly prompts. :)

Stay tuned - more stories are coming your way! I've got a few in progress, some more monthly teamed-up stories coming before the end of the year, and who knows, I might do NaNoWriMo in November! :D

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sincerelymarinette · 5 years

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A Recorded Life (9/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1710 Chapter Summary: Marinette is a professional in self-doubt, and that shows after the past few days. As a bonus, she finally unveils her design for Adrien, inspired by a certain cat themed hero! Author's Note: This chapter was so much fun to write and I picture it in my head so clearly. I wanted so badly to draw how the Chat Noir inspired outfit looks, but I do graphic art and not really drawing people, BUT maybe I'll get to it and just draw on a mannequin lol. If anyone wants to try their hand at it, too, that would be awesome ;) I'm still trying to figure out where to put the climax in the story...and I keep having ideas for the story, so it seems this could go on for a while haha

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The Chat Noir Outfit Reveal!

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Friday

Marinette was scrambling trying to get things done. Adrien was on his way to make the newest video of the Chat Noir inspired outfit, and Marinette was losing her mind.

"Tikki! This will never be perfect. If I can't finish something as simple as this, I'll never make it as a designer," She groaned.

"You need to calm down," Tikki said, calmly. She rushed over to the computer and hit the space bar to play Jagged Stone's new song he sent Marinette. It was a slower one that Marinette loved, about living life and how it hits you in unexpected ways. Marinette covered her eyes and fell back onto her chair.

"Why do I keep freaking out like this?" She sighed. "First, I freak out on patrol. Now I'm going to freak out right before Adrien gets here and ruin the whole mood of the night," She said. "I'm a mess."

Tikki floated next to Marinette's head. "You need to take some deep breaths and listen to the song. You said you like this song, and it's about what you're going through right now. Just listen to it and let yourself sit peacefully."

As Tikki talked Marinette through her freak out, her parents were caught talking to Adrien in the bakery. "We're so happy you and Marinette have become such good friends," Sabine told him. "I always knew you guys would be good together."

"I'm glad we've gotten closer, too!" Adrien smiled widely. "We only really hung out with Alya and Nino before, but now it's like we've known each other for years."

"The world works in mysterious ways," Sabine nodded and grabbed a tray of cookies from behind the counter. "Take these up with you, will you? Marinette has been beyond stressed since her meeting with Jagged Stone and has barely eaten. If you can get her to eat just one, you'll be even more amazing. And feel free to have as many as you want, too!" Sabine said as Adrien nodded and she pushed him towards the steps to their house.

Adrien knew where to go, and he really loved how quaint their home was. He could hear Marinette talking to herself, and started to walk up the stairs to her room. With a few knocks on the trap door, he waited until he was allowed to come in.

"Marinette? It's Adrien!" He yelled through the door.

Marinette wiped her eyes. "Hide, Tikki," She whispered as she sat up. "Come in," Marinette replied to Adrien, and the door opened a second later. She smiled weakly as she saw Adrien enter her room with a plate of cookies.

"Sorry I'm a little early, but your mom sent me with cookies! She wants you to eat at least one- were you crying?" Adrien asked, stopping quickly and staring at Marinette's puffy eyes.

She shook her head and took a deep breath. "I'm fine, do you want to get to work?" She asked and gestured towards the mannequin with a sheet over it.

"No," Adrien said and set the cookie tray down near her desk. "I want you to tell me what's wrong," He said warmly and took a seat next to her.

Marinette took a deep breath and laid back, just like she was with Tikki. "I'm just stressed, that's all. I'm way in over my head, and I'm freaking out, you know?"

"I do," Adrien nodded.

"There's just so much going on between school, my YouTube channel, working in the bakery, and now this big project I took on by Jagged Stone, I'm never going to survive," Marinette groaned. "I shouldn't be complaining. You're much busier than me."

The room was silent for a second. "You do so much, Marinette, I honestly don't know how you do it."

"What?" Marinette asked and turned her head to look at Adrien.

Adrien grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit up. "You do so much! I'd go crazy if I were you. You say I do a lot, but you do ten times more. You work in the bakery, run two YouTube channels with near-daily videos, you're in the last year of school, somehow you design new pieces almost weekly, and now you've taken up this huge project from Jagged Stone! I don't know how you maintain a social life," Adrien said. "You're, like, a superhero," He chuckled.

"Really, I don't know how you do it all. So many things stacked on top of one another, yet it all turns out amazing with everything you do!" Adrien smiled widely. "I know it can be stressful, and it's okay to cry. Crying is good for you, actually, but you're never going to let anyone down with everything you do," Adrien complimented.

Marinette took a deep breath. "Thank you," She said. "This is the second time this week I've freaked out like this, and I guess I really needed to hear it again. I had a major freak out the night before I met up with Jagged, and I don't know why it just hit me again. But thank you, Adrien, sometimes talking about it helps," She said. With a deep breath and a wipe of her eyes, she stood up. "Do you want to see the outfit?"

Adrien shook his head and stood up, too. "Not until you eat a cookie."

Marinette groaned and grabbed a cookie off the tray on her desk. After taking a bite, she gave a sarcastic smile. "There, happy?"

"Very!" Adrien nodded. "Now you can start the video and reveal the outfit to me."

With a deep breath, Marinette grabbed her camera and aimed it at Adrien. "Hi! I'm Marinette, behind the camera," She said and moved her hand around to the front of the camera to wave. "Your favorite is here, too. Today is finally the day! I have finished the outfit Adrien will model for us, and I think it's safe to say, Chat Noir would be proud."

"If it's black and green, then I think he would love it," Adrien said and grabbed the end of the sheet. "May I?" He asked, and Marinette nodded, resulting in Adrien yanking the sheet off the mannequin. He gasped loudly as he dropped the sheet. "Who cares if he approves- I approve! Guys, look at this beauty!"

Marinette moved the camera to show off the design that Adrien was gushing about. "I can't wait to wear it, it's so awesome," Adrien continued from behind the camera.

"Let me do an awesome montage moment, then you can wear it," Marinette chuckled and began moving her camera up and down to get all angles of the outfit, hyping it up as much as she could. A minute passed, and she shut the camera off. "Okay, it's all yours to try on." Adrien smiled widely as Marinette helped take it off the mannequin and handed it to him.

"This is going to be so awesome, Mari," He said. "You're so unbelievably talented. Chat Noir should be proud to have this outfit inspired by him," He commented.

She giggled. "One night, I was outside after a long time of editing, and he was jumping around and told me he liked my videos. I wonder if he'll see this one," Marinette said.

Adrien shrugged. "Your videos can be addicting. I'm sure if he has any idea something could be related to him, he'll watch the video," Adrien smiled and walked towards the bathroom to change into his new outfit.

Marinette shook her head and scrolled through her phone as she waited for Adrien to reappear. "Mari, get the camera ready. I have the best idea!" Adrien called from the bathroom. She did as told, and started recording, pointing the camera at the bathroom door.

"Ready!" She yelled back. The door opened a second later, and Adrien stuck his arm out of the door. It was just his hand to about halfway up his arm, and showed the gloves and the end of the leather jacket. Then, he extended his leg out to show the black jeans with green accents. A moment later, he walked out to show the full outfit with a smug look on his face. "Oh my god," Marinette gasped.

Adrien dropped the look, and a smile grew on his face. "Marinette, this is so badass!" He said and looked all over the outfit. "The pants are my favorite. Black jeans and green stitching? It all works so well together."

The two continued showing off the outfit, and Adrien even did a runway walk around Marinette's room to give the full effect. "If it wasn't clear before, it's clear now. Your future line is going to be the best damn thing the world will ever see. I can't wait to be your star model!" Adrien winked. "Well, if you'd have me."

Marinette shook her head with an eye-roll. "Silly kitty," She joked as she motioned towards the hood of the jacket with slight cat ears. "I'd actually have to have a line first before we can even think about models. Not to mention going through fashion school, and finding a fashion house..."

"Pish-posh," Adrien shrugged. "You'll soar through all of that. I mean, look at the stuff you're making now! Someone would be crazy to pass you up!"

Marinette giggled and turned the camera to face her. "I think it's time for the flattery to end, so this looks like a good place to end the video. Thank you all for watching. Make sure to like, comment, and subscribe for more! Keep updated on both mine and Adrien's social media, and I will see you next time! That is, if I can get that outfit off of him and back on the mannequin..." She looked to Adrien, who was now standing beside her.

A smirk appeared on Adrien's face. "Well, Mari, if you were trying to get me undressed, you should have just said so," He moved his eyebrows up and down.

Clearly, that wasn't what she meant, but it did come out sounding a bit weird. Marinette's face turned red, but she tried to suppress it. She groaned and looked at the camera. "Adrien, your Chat Noir is showing," She finished, and shut the camera off.

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Fifty-Five: Twelve Babies ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Inuzuka Hana ] [ SasuHina, pregnancy ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

It starts when she’s coming in with an armful of groceries. Juggling the bag and her keys, Hinata pauses as she hears a soft sound. A few glances around the front porch, however, reveal nothing...and she doesn’t hear it again. Listening a moment longer, she then mentally shrugs and heads in. There’s still several more bags to pack in, after all. And for the moment, she’s all alone with Sasuke at work. Which leaves all the grocery-carrying to her.

Once everything is put away, she changes into a pair of worn shorts and a tank top, hair pulled into a tail behind her head and a visor snug over her brow to shade her face. Gloves pulled onto her hands, she heads back out through the front door to do a bit of yard work. The flowerbeds in the front are getting a bit overrun with weeds. It’s time yet again to go to war with the unwanted flora!

Ten minutes in, she stills. There’s that noise again! Sitting back on her haunches, Hinata looks over the yard. Funny...she doesn’t see anything. The houses on either side are quiet. What on earth…?

There! Again! Head turning, she pinpoints it somewhere to her left. Is there...something under the front porch? Hesitating - what if it’s a racoon? They carry rabies! - she sidles over to the lattice that goes all the way around the underside of the porch.

Or...well, most of it. As it so happens, there’s a piece broken off along the house. Great...there is something under there, isn’t there?

Nibbling her lip, she heads in for a moment to grab a flashlight, reemerging and kneeling by the hole. A button is pressed, and the light cuts through the dark under the porch.

A few random bits of junk - must be from the previous owners - are scattered about. Old broken flower pots, some spare lattice...and a cardboard box…? Heaving a small, curt sigh, Hinata moves around to a better angle to see into said box. Peering through a hole of the lattice, she aims her light...and gasps softly.

Staring with round eyes, giving a quiet growl...is a cat.

“Aww...hey, kitty,” Hinata greets softly. “What are you doing under there…?”

Still the feline growls, Hinata angling the beam to keep from blinding them.

“It’s okay! I’m not gonna hurt you. Gosh, I thought you were a trash panda…” Shifting her weight, she tries to think of what to do. “...hold on!”

Back in she goes, fetching a can of tuna fish. Cracking it open, she forks some into a tupperware bowl...and then gets a second for some water. Placing both near the hole by the house, she calls, “Here kitty kitty! Are you hungry?”

It takes a minute, but the smell of tuna coaxes them to peer around the edge of the box, sniffing with soft snorts. Creeping along as Hinata settles herself back a ways, the cat - a little black one with a splotch of white on their chest - slowly emerges just enough to scarf down several chunks of tuna.

And it’s then Hinata notices, this is a fat cat! But...fat in a sort of...odd way. Almost like…

...oh no.

“...you’re pregnant, aren’t you?” she notes quietly. What is she supposed to do with a wild, pregnant cat?

Sasuke is going to be thrilled.

Not.

Watching her eat (and then get a long drink), Hinata nibbles her thumbnail, sat on the grass. Should she...call the pound? But surely that would be a lot of stress for a kitty that’s so clearly close to popping…

...oh! Duh!

Taking her phone out of her pocket, Hinata sends a quick text. Thankfully it only takes Kiba a few minutes to reply.

Yeah, I can see if my sis has some spare time - she helps with rescues a lot. And she can make sure the cat’s healthy. I’ll text you when I hear back.

Hinata breathes a sigh of relief. Thank you - I just want to make sure mama and babies will be okay!

Having little else to do but wait, Hinata wraps arms around her bent knees, watching her new feline friend eat her meal. “I wish you weren’t scared of me, kitty...I promise I don’t want to hurt you…!” But alas, cats can’t understand something so easily - she’ll have to earn her trust, first. Hopefully Hana will know some tips and tricks for that.

All the while, her guest keeps one wary eye on the human. It doesn’t take long to clean up every scrap of tuna.

“Gosh, you must be really hungry…! Do you...want some more?” She also just got some chicken...maybe that would be better on an empty stomach. Ever so slowly, Hinata moves to get to her feet.

In a flash, the cat disappears back under the porch.

“Oh -!” Trying to gesture, Hinata wilts. Well...she should have expected that. Setting her jaw, she picks up the dish and heads back inside.

One cut up piece of chicken later, she returns, setting it back in the same spot...and this time, sitting a little closer. As before, the kitty approaches slowly, watching Hinata with a heaping amount of suspicion.

“You’re okay,” she murmurs, trying to calm her. “I’m not gonna hurt you...it’s just m-me and you. You’re safe, pretty little kitty.”

On she goes, mostly just talking nonsense to try to adjust the cat to her voice. Reaching the dish, the soon-to-be mother heads right on in to eating.

As tempted as she is to try and pet her, Hinata refrains. Mostly because she knows that won’t work, but also because she can’t know what trouble this kitty’s gotten into: parasites, illnesses...she might not be safe to touch.

And then Sasuke’s car pulls into the driveway. Tensing, the cat - surprisingly - doesn’t flee, eyes round again and clearly scared.

“Easy! Easy…” Hinata urges. “It’s just Sasuke. He’s my husband. He loves kitties!”

“Hinata? Who are you talking to?”

She just points, Sasuke coming around and then stopping in surprise. “...oh! Is that cat...pregnant?”

“I think so. Poor thing is so hungry...I’ve been trying to make friends!”

Just as curious, Sasuke takes a seat beside her.

Torn between her appetite and her fear, the cat lingers in inaction for a while before taking another bite.

Feeling her phone vibrate, Hinata gets a text from Hana. Can be there in twenty minutes - be careful not to approach, get scratched / bit

True to her word, the vet soon arrives, a carrier and a catch pole in hand. “So, she’s under the porch?”

“Mhm...we had her out to eat, but she got nervous at your car.”

The couple stand aside as the vet gets to work, laying on her belly and fishing around for the feline. Soon there’s a startled howl as she gets ahold of her, and Hinata can’t help a flinch. Fishing her out, Hana carefully gets her into the crate.

Immediately, the cat shrinks into a corner, hair on end and pupils like dinner plates.

“...well, I’ll have to do a lot of tests, make sure she doesn’t have any mites, fleas, diseases...but if she checks out, I’ll let you know.”

“Will...will she need a foster home?”

Hana perks a brow. “...are you offering?”

Hinata looks to Sasuke, who deadpans. “...Hinata…”

“We can help find the babies homes! Haven’t you always w-wanted a cat since we moved in?”

“Yeah, one. Not a whole...troupe.”

“Kittens are pretty easy to get adopted,” Hana offers. “Everyone loves baby animals.”

“Pleaaase?”

The Uchiha sighs. “...oh, all right. But we have to make sure she’s safe and healthy first.”

“Mhm!”

A week passes as Hana does tests and cleans the cat up, doing her best to socialize her. “I think she was someone’s housecat,” she reports over the phone. “She doesn’t have a chip, but she’s actually gotten a little friendly. Still very scared, though.”

“Aww…”

“You sure you want her in your house? She didn’t have fleas, and seems clean besides some ear mites I treated her for...but who knows if she’s housebroken, or won’t go nuts and jump on everything.”

“I’m sure!”

Thankfully, the couple have a spare room in their little house: what was going to be an office, but has mostly just been storage as the project keeps getting pushed back. Hinata does her best to clean it up, investing in a large dog crate filled with second hand store blankets, water and food, and a small litter box.

Hana brings the kitty back a few days later, helping move the very round cat from one crate to another. Curling up in a corner, she stares with wary eyes.

“Hey there,” Hinata greets with a smile.

“Got a name picked out yet?”

“Hm...no, not yet.”

“She seems nice, just...very shy of people. She hasn’t bitten or scratched - very well-behaved. I’m willing to bet she’s a housecat that got pregnant, and the owner just...tossed her out rather than deal with the kittens.”

“Oh, how horrible…”

“But, she’s got a good home now. Once the kittens are born and old enough, I’ll help you find homes. Shouldn’t take much.”

“Thank you!”

Kittens, as it turns out, aren’t far off.

As a matter of fact, they only wait about a day before arriving.

Going in to check her the following morning, Hinata freezes at the sounds of soft, tiny mews. “...oh my g-gosh!”

Very carefully checking the cat’s nest of blankets, Hinata counts a whopping twelve babies. Twelve little kittens!

“Holy smokes, mama! No wonder you were so hungry, having all those little ones in there!”

Sasuke doesn’t believe her until he gets home to check himself. “...well I’ll be darned.”

Most of the kittens are shades of black or grey, but a few are tabby colored. “Well, I guess we know what the dad looked like…”

“Freeloader, not even sticking around to raise the kids.”

Hinata giggles. “I guess that falls to us, huh?”

Hana comes to check them, also amazed. “You don’t see litters this size very often! But they all look healthy...what a good mama.”

Hinata starts her new home hunt early. Everyone she knows gets a call advertising the little kitties.

Kiba’s girlfriend agrees to take one. Naruto and Sakura too, if they can get a pet deposit in their apartment. Shino politely declines, citing an allergy. Kurenai, Hinata’s favorite high school teacher, agrees to one. Ino goes in for two. Sasuke’s brother lets his wife talk him into one. Shisui agrees to one, as does his mother. Even Hanabi manages to convince Hiashi to let her have one. That leaves three unaccounted for, which Hana assures them won’t take long.

Sasuke, however...quickly becomes attached. He’s told her before of his family’s love for cats, as evident by their percentage of participation. But more than once, Hinata catches him in the spare room, letting himself be overrun by kittens.

As time goes, the mama cat quickly warms up to them both.

“How about Oreo?”

“You have any idea how overused that name is for black and white animals?”

“Cuz it fits!”

“...how about...Shadow?”

“...what was that about overused?”

Staring at her, Sasuke then brightens. “...Bowtie.”

“What?”

“Her white mark on her chest! It looks like a bowtie!”

Hinata stares...and then laughs. “It does!”

Once the kittens are old enough, they get one last checkup by Hana, and then get dispersed to their new homes.

And Bowtie gets spayed.

“I think one batch of twelve babies was enough for the poor thing,” Hinata agrees.

“Yeah...one cat is plenty. For now.”

“...for now.”

.oOo.

Me: I should keep my dailies short so I don't burn out for the Tumblr event! Me: *writes this, which is almost 2k words* ...welp xD Typically I try to average about 1200 words for these drabbles...I think last I checked the overall average was actually 1400-ish? So even then I've managed to go a bit overboard, lol - I just...really liked this prompt and had to flesh it out a bit more than usual xD Anywho, Hinata found a kitty! Which then led to MANY MORE kitties! Which I promise all ended up with good homes. And that's...really all there is to this, lol Remember folks: spay and neuter your pets! Anyway, on that note, I'm gonna go pass out! Still got a LOT of writing ahead of me for the next three days, so I need some sleep - thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #inuzuka hana #pregnancy //#best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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lilcutieana · 6 years

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Safe Haven ~ ( Hybrid baby bangtan)

Words: 3.4K Genre: Hybrid! BTS AU Rating: PG

Request: Can I get a bts scenario where the reader adopts hybrid bts when they're little( like jin being 8 and jungkook being around and if it's not too much to ask can you make jin a fox, namjoon a wolf, yoongi a black panther, J-hope a dog, taehyung a tiger, jimin a kitty, and jungkook a bunny thank you

By @bluemooncnblue

Safe Haven ~ || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

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My thumbs played around and fought with each other on my lap as I sat on the unmade bed, at 3 am no less, as Sumin stood there glaring at me for not being cooperative. Well, not my fault. None at all. It was three freaking am. And she expected me to take in seven snotty brats? Yeah, right. I couldn't even care for myself.

Somin sighed again as I refused to maintain eye contact and chose to stare at my twiddling thumbs instead. "Y/N please, they're too young to be sent to an orphanage. You know how they're run. Just foster those for a few months is all I'm asking. If they're too troublesome, I'd take them back in a heartbeat. Promise." she whispered kneeling on the floor, as if she was trying not to wake the neighbors.

I scoffed. As if.

I lived in a cottage of my own that I bought and renovated myself. Yes, I was an interior designer and worked from home. That was no good reason to dump seven kids on me, and not just humans--- hybrid kids--- of different breeds. I have nothing against hybrids, if anything, three out of my four friends were hybrids themselves. But each breed had their own quirks and living standards. Getting used to one was a lifetime investment in itself, but seven? God bless my soul, this girl might just sign it to the devil himself.

I was startled at the creak of my bedroom door and in tumbled four kids through it, tangled up tails and ears pulled back. Don't tell me she....

"You brought them here already? Just--- just how confident are you in your negotiating skills?" I looked at her horrified. All this time we were arguing about these innocent little kids, they were right there--- listening in on us. I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I didn't need this, not right now. Not when I had so many projects piled up to be completed and creativity had all but vaporized through my thicker than coconut skull.

Sumin chuckled from beside my bed, a wide grin spread across her lips and eyes dancing in amusment, "Quite the merry bunch, aren't they?"

"Don't get me started", I scowled at her Cheshire cat grin that seemed to grow at my expense. She will regret it. I was just holding back on the violence because there were four kids staring at me like a dinosaur fossil displayed at the museum.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Look, I understand you being cranky right now, but just let them stay tonight-- or the rest of tonight-- and let's talk tomorrow morning, when you're more, um, awake, I guess?" She looked at me with rounded puppy eyes that spoke of absolute empathy but I knew her better. She only wanted to dump it all on me for the better good. God, I really hated her guts right now.

The kids were all huddled up together, eyes blown wide, ears pulled and tails bristling. This was just the cherry on top I needed. A bunch of little devils who hated me as much as I hated Sumin right about now. Taking a deep breath, I steeled my heart. I had volunteered at a hybrid disabled children school, I wonder what could possibly go wrong here?

The tallest had absolute white, long ears with black tips along with white fluffy tail and in his arms was a tiny hybrid sucking on his thumb with long grey bunny ears. Next to them were two chubby orange eared hybrids- one was striped and the other wasn't. This was going to be hard.

"Look Sumin, while I appreciate you seeking me for help. I don't appreciate you dumping your responsibility onto me. If you chose to rescue them, be their guardian, be the saint-- then do it, I'll even help, but, don't just decide to take responsibility and then dump it all on me. I might be kind but I'm no pushover." I glared at her, breathing heavily. My heart was hurting and eyes stinging from anger, even my stomach felt queazy. It was too early for this.

"B-but I thought you'd be happy to have pets and in case you don't really do, I could always look for someone else and--" she was rambling while making circles around the room, scaring the kids further. Three other peeked around the door, ready to fight with sharpened pencils in hands.

"Get out. This is the last straw Sumin. I'm done. Don't talk to me unless I call you myself. If you can't be responsible for the kids yourself, then I will. But this is the last favor, the very last. Don't ever--- and I really mean, ever--- talk to us again. I won't have these innocent kids go from one house to another just because you 'thought' you were being a saint saving them and dumping them on me." Marching forward, I opened the bedroom door wider earning a yelp from the closest hybrid with grey ears and gestured for her to leave.

Sniffing, she glared back at me and picking up her handbag she had dumped on my bed, she left through the door with a backward flip of her hair that hit my face and got into my eyes. That hurt. But it was worth the pain. Ever since I knew her since high school she had been taking me for granted and kept using me to look good in society. I had just about enough of her. Good riddance. Smiling softly, I ushered the kids inside and. closed the door behind them, locking it for good measure.

Oh shit! I had totally forgotten to get my keys from her. Knowing her, she'd pull another stunt just to spite me. I'll just have to change the lock tomorrow morning before she can. Just another thing to the million others I'm about to get into. Just why do I let my anger drive me to do things?

"Okay kids, I don't understand what you're feeling, what you're going through or what you need from me." I started and saw as they held onto each other tighter and I decided, that looking down on them wouldn't really work in my favor. If I needed their trust and cooperation, I needed to be on their level and not intimidating.

Crouching down, I tried smiling, "I'm sorry for raising my voice like that. Just stay here until tomorrow and then I'll take you to the shelter, lab and orphanage. You get to choose what you want and where you want to stay. I won't decide things for you. I want you to have your choice in what happens in your lives." At their blank stare I sighed and tried again.

"I'm Y/N and I design homes for people from my own home, meaning, I'll be staying inside all day long. Do you need anything now before going to bed?" I asked in a hushed voice, knowing their hearing abilities were strong and they'd pick up even the tiniest of sounds. Privacy was going to be a huge issue in this house. They looked up at me confused while the tallest nodded in understanding and shook his head.

"No, we will be fine Ms. Y/N. Just some warm milk for Jungkookie." He gestured at the kid now dozing off in his arms. Nodding in silence, I stared at them a bit longer.

They wore clothes that looked old and torn at the edges. Faces dirty and body scrawny. I wonder what happened for these kids of a different breed to stick together and seek shelter in a completely different place. "And you are?" I asked curiously, I needed to know before letting them stay here. While they looked innocent and well behaved, I doubted they really were.

His eyes lit up like Christmas lights and he bounced on the balls of his feet, “I’m Seokjin, a marble Fox. This here is Jungkook --- a bunny." Nudging the striped kid from beside him, he jerked his head towards me.

The kid's hands shook until he clasped them together in front of him and spoke in soft voice, “I’m Taehyung, a tiger and that's Jimin, a ginger cat, we are both five". And he raised his hand in the air showing all five fingers and a brilliant smile that revealed missing teeth in the front. Cute. Jimin looked shy and abashed, hiding behind Taehyung the tiger. I would have to come up with ways to involve him in more things to regain his confidence again. As my gaze traveled to the three intimidating figures standing behind, I noticed they only looked big and strong. But their eyes spoke of a kind heart and scared, shattered soul. I would protect them with my life if I had to. They deserved better.

"And you are?" I asked, my head tilting to the side.

"Yoongi, seven, Black Jaguar"

"Namjoon, six, grey wolf"

"Hoseok, six, Akita puppy"

"Yah! Are we all telling ages too? I'm seven! I'll no longer be just a kid anymore." Soekjin declared proudly, holding Jungkook delicately in his arms as he napped on his little shoulders. My heart clenched at the sight and beat faster. Wherever they chose to stay, I'll always make sure they have everything they will ever need.

"Good! Now that I know your names, it will take some time for me to get used to those and learn them all." I mused thoughtfully. "So....who wants some hot cocoa before bed?" A chorus of 'me too' and 'me first' was heard with lots of giggling and smiles. They were warming up. Sighing softly, I padded to the kitchen area followed by six little ducklings waddling behind.

“Okay everyone where would you like to sleep in? I have three extra beds—in a room, you could use that. They should be big enough for now. Or would you like to stay in my room?”

They looked frozen as if I had given them a herculean task. Well, I suppose making choices isn’t quite the easy task with a stranger.

“Can we see the rooms first?” The kitten piped up from behind the panther. Guess being in same species made them closer than rest of the group.

“Okay, sure. Let’s bathe and change first, have some hot cocoa and then we can decide.” Declaring proudly, I nodded to myself. I wonder if they can bathe themselves. Well, if not, I can help them a bit.

"Good good. We can build a fort in here and all sleep together until late in the morning. Let's see if we have enough food first" Walking further into the kitchen, I opened the pantry and took out eight hot cocoa powder satchels along with a bag of marshmallows. Picking up the heavy cookie jar from behind, I opened the lid and inhaled the wonderful chocolate aroma wafting from it.

"Here, why don't you share these cookies among yourselves while I get the bath ready?" Keeping the jar on the counter opened, I let the kids handle them and went to get the bath water ready. My bathroom wasn’t large enough for all of them, but at least three of them could bathe at the same time. Filling the white bathtub with warm water, I added some bubble bath liquid to it to make it foam and set out all the towels I had.

Hmm… what else?

Oh!

Setting out body wash, lotion, brush and hair drier, I nodded to myself satisfied. There, that should do it.

Walking out of the bath I was surprised at how quiet the house was and jogged my way to the kitchen to see them nibbling on cookies silently while leaning on one another. I wonder if they were too tired to do anything. The hybrids I was used to were always energetic, no matter the time.

“Time for bath everyone! Come, let’s get going” at my voice they all jumped up, wiping their hands on their clothes and ran towards me.

“Me first! I want to bathe first!” The dog hybrid jumped around on the balls of his feet and I ruffled his hair which was unsurprisingly sticky to the touch. They could always shampoo it tomorrow, I didn’t want any of them to catch a cold. Padding our way across the room to the right, we entered the bathroom together.

“Here’s the towels. Two of you need to bathe together in this water with the body wash here. Is the scent mild enough? The water warm enough?” Seokjin, the fox hybrid, came closer and sniffed at the bottle, “Yeah! It’s perfect, smells like cinnamon rolls”

“Oh…That’s the vanilla scent. Well then, this should work for now.”

“The water’s fine. We haven’t had warm water in so long.” Namjoon muttered from beside me. Wherever they were, I hoped they didn’t end up someplace like that ever again.

“Call for me once you’re done. I’ll set some clothes out for you all and prepare some hot cocoa” A collective ‘Thank you Y/N’ echoed in the bathroom and I couldn’t feel any more proud and awake. All my sleepiness had vanished in thin air.

~*~

All bathed, dried and dressed up in my old clothes; the hybrids looked absolutely adorable and so ethereal. They had the softest of skin and shiniest of tails. Even their hair and ears looked so soft and fluffy.

The bathing was fine with everyone else but I had to help when it came to Jungkook. He was sleepy, hungry and cranky, so we did it as fast as was possible. The bubbles did help distract him while we scrubbed the soot off his skin and Jimin told me why they were in the state that I had found them in.

It was Namjoon whose owners had died in an accident and he had ran away to the woods and after about a few days he found an abandoned cabin at the edge of the woods and started living in it. The others had stories of their own, but nobody discussed them openly. Namjoon had saved everyone else and brought them to the shed. They all stole to get food and other things until one day when there was a fire in the store they went to and all of them were brought straight to the hospital after surviving the fire and Sumin was the nurse in the hospital who thought it a brilliant idea to bring them to her, which, it was, according to Jimin. He did say he liked me and that I was the nicest human he ever met, whatever that meant.

After the bath and drying up, we had all drank some hot cocoa while Jungkook had his warm milk and fell asleep instantly in my arms. And, now, we were all preparing a huge blanket fort in the middle of the living room.

This was going to be a huge laundry to clean up, but I bet it was worth the effort. These boys were worth so much more.

"Wow, this looks so amazing! Like a real fort. Does that make me snow white with you seven little dwarfs, or.... maybe seven princes?" I asked teasingly and they all giggled bashfully.

"I'm the Prince of this kingdom and everyone else is a dwarf." Soekjin smiled proudly with his hands fisted on both sides of his waist. He truly looked like a Prince.

"How about seven princes then and the servant. I would surely help you with all the tasks for tonight and every other day. Now, then, it's time for Princes to sleep so that they can get all the energy they need and be prepared for the next day-- all strong and fearless." Running around they all went into their separate pillows and I covered them up with soft blankets and bed sheets. I'll have to do a lot of shopping soon if they decided to stay. Turning off the lights, I turned around to get into bed at the middle but then two voices shrieked making me jump in fright too.

"What happened?"

"Oh, Jimin and Hoseok are scared of the dark, noona." A voice quipped from the side. Probably Taehyung or Namjoon as they slept on the edge. No wonder they screamed as soon as the lights were off. Turning the lights back on, I went in search of the fairy lights I had kept under my bed after Christmas party last year. Dusting it off, I was glad I hadn't tangled them up in a hurry and neatly packed them up instead. Opening the thread, I connected it to the extension cord and hung the lights around the 'ceiling' of our makeshift blanket fort. I was proud of the kids for making it so large and beautiful. Though clumsy, they were very dedicated and talented.

"What are those?" Jungkook asked from his position on Yoongi's side, curled up into a ball. Despite being a bunny, he seemed to like being around the panther. So, the panther really was a softie unlike how he portrayed himself to be.

"These are tiny lights that will keep the room from going completely dark." Nodding his head, he looked on in wonder as I adjusted the strong of lights to be hung properly around the room. Turning off the actual light, and turning on the fairy lights, I watched with bated breath as they cheered and looked like absolute angels under the soft glow of the pink and blue lights. As I crawled into the fort and squeezed in between Hoseok and Jimin, I felt their warmth seep into my skin and wished inside that this night lasted a bit longer than the rest. I haven't felt this needed, wanted or appreciated in a long while and slowly drifted off to sleep to the quiet purr from Jimin.

~¤~

"Hyung, I really don't want to leave here. She might get angry easily and is scary when angry, but she was angry for us. She defended us, fed us, and sacrificed her own bed for us too. I want to stay here with her."

.”Yeah! She's the best option we have."

"But what if she gets tired of us?"

"We will leave if that day comes."

Soft whispers filtered through my ears waking me up from my much needed sleep. Wait...who was in my house?

"We should probably clean the house a little bit. She did a lot for us, we should return the favor somehow."

Okay, I needed to be careful. They sounded like kids, probably came to steal food. But they were also talking about staying here.....What?

"And help her with house chores. We can do little things, all of us."

"Anyone who doesn't want to stay here? Wow, so we all agree she's the one?"

Turning on to the side, I opened one eye to see seven kids, no seven hybrid kids sitting in a circle inside a blanket fort. Then everything came to me all at once. My fight with my friend, taking in the kids, bathing them, brushing their hair and drying them, drinking hot cocoa with melted marshmallow and cookies and finally setting up the fairy lights.

"Good morning noona!" Two hybrids pounced on me from two sides, nuzzling into my neck softly nipping and licking with their rough tongues. Their hot breath with every exhale made me shiver and cuddle up close to them. Raising my hands, I ran my fingers through their soft hair and detangled them.

"Jimin, Yoongi, do you want to go later to look at other options to stay? Or would you prefer staying here?"

"Here, noona, you're part of our family now!" Jungkook exclaimed from beside me. Raising my head, I saw them all smiling down at me.

"Sure, we can be one big family!" Instead of loud cheers, I heard collective growls. And no, it wasn't them but their stomachs growling. Guess they were all hungry. Time to make breakfast and start the day. By the bright Sun outside, I could tell clearly, it was way past ten in the morning. I did sleep well cuddled up to the kids.

"Let's cook first, I'm hungry too. Who wants to help?"

"Me!" Taehyung jumped on my thighs and growled playfully at me earning glares from rest of the boys. Giggling softly, I ruffled up his hair and sat up, stretching my aching muscles.

"Let's get food, shower and plan what things to buy. We are going shopping today!"

This was my family now, and I couldn't ask for a better one.

Safe Haven ~ || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

#bts hybrid au #hybrid bts au #bts #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungguk #bts one shot

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atmilliways · 5 years

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You like AUs, right? Mash up Metalocalypse and That 70s Show, go! Mash up Metalocalypse and Friends, go! Mash up Metalocalypse and Frasier, go!

Oh jeebus, why?

… But yeah you’re right I do.

That Dethklok’s Show

You know what makes me mad is that I want to say Nathan and Charles are Eric and Donna, but Seth is unarguably Lori and that messes everything up.

Okay so Pickles = Eric, Seth = Lori, Calvert = Red but with hair, and Molly = Kitty except Seth is her favorite child too.

Skwisgaar = Kelso because he’s tall, pretty, and horny. Also, in this AU, he is drowning in brothers because Servetta can’t keep it in her panties.

Toki = Fez because he’s foreign, happy most of the time, sings and dances for the simple joy of it, and his room is decked out with toys and fun stuff.

Murderface = Hyde because of the righteous fa-RO baby, and also because he DOESN’T HAVE ANY PARENTS. He moves in with Pickles’ family and lives in the basement. (Pickles was hoping this would give Molly and Calvert another Target to rag on and give him a break. It didn’t work.)

Unlike Hyde, Murderface is not cool and doesn’t get any eventual Hyde/Jackie storyline. Instead, his relationship history goes more like Fez’s. Without the weird forced Fez/Jackie stuff at the end of the series, which really went downhill has soon as Donna dyed her hair blonde.

Charles = Buddy, the random rich kid who is canonically gay, only he’s a regular part of the group instead of a one-episode throwaway character.

I’m cool with Pickles/Charles, and that fits with Buddy coming on to Eric in the show. But I would eventually break them up and put Charles with…

Nathan = no one on the show, but he’s got a lot of Hyde’s qualities in terms of stoic, bad boy vibes. However, like Kelso, he is an Adorable Dumb (see “that’s doable” hat).

Rebecca Nightrod = Jackie, but she’s not a necessarily a regular character. Murderface fawns/lusts over her like Fez, even though she’s a bitch. Nathan hates her, even though he does date her briefly in a relationship that she holds onto tenaciously until, in an act of desperation that absolutely horrifies Pickles, he cheats on her with Seth.

Abigail = Donna, because she’s smart and has good hair. (Zero bleach kits in sight.)

Rockso = Bob, because he’s a cue ball on top and makes liberal use of crazy wigs. Bargain Rockso’s is that store that’s always open on holidays — just in case you’re driving home Christmas night, realize you forgot to get a gift, and rush in to buy a fridge to solve the gift problem and/or some cocaine to forget there was ever a problem in the first place.

Magnus = Leo. He gives Murderface a job at his hilariously unprofitable Photo Hut business, declines to sell his real cool car to Skwisgaar on principal, and generally supplies the gang with all their weed and assorted drugs.

Dory McLean = Midge. She’s young, dumb, has big boobs, and Abigail is exasperated as hell that she doesn’t understand feminism in the slightest.

Knubbler = Mitch, the weird kid who hangs around and is sometimes kinda entertaining but keeps hitting on Abigail, which annoys her. However, he’s also stupid and accidentally self-sabotages (see setting his sleeve on fire while trying to flirt), so she doesn’t really waste energy on slapping him back down.

Pickles “burning down the shed” = Eric telling Red “I do it too” when Hyde gets busted for possession. Either way Abigail (Donna) is standing in the background going, “For the love of god, DON’T.”

Trindle = Cousin Penny, only instead of prankish Pickles (Eric) she targets Nathan, who during her last visit when they were much younger helped Pickles trap her in a revolving door. Abigail is completely secure in her looks compared to Trindle and actually talks Rebecca out of a potentially disastrous sunlamp tan.

Nathan and Abigail go out for like, a second, while Nathan and Charles are I one of their off-again fazes.

Endgame parings are Nathan/Charles, Abigail/Rebecca, and Skwisgaar/Toki.

B.A.N.D.M.A.T.E.S

Nathan = Ross. Can you picture Nathan doing the *long sigh, ex wife is a lesbian blues* “Hi” thing? Because I can.

Abigail = Carol. They got together but it just didn’t work out in the long run.

Rebecca Nightrod = Susan. Tbh, I think the reason she keeps popping up is because of how @little-murmaider portrayed her in Stay Alive. She and Nathan get along like a house on fire, in that it’s a disaster and Abigail keeps having to turn the hose on them to stop the bickering.

Toki = Monica, although his chef skills are mostly confined to providing fruit and burning plastic. He’s still got the overshadowed younger sibling thing going on though.

Molly = Judy Geller. Dotes on Nathan.

Oscar = Jack Geller. Is amiably odd.

Charles = Rachel. Except not as ditzy. But he does break an engagement off at the altar and moves in with Toki, an old acquaintance he hasn’t seen since high school and one of the few people he, ah, did not invite to the wedding. For the record, he was hoping that wouldn’t come up.

Skwisgaar = Joey. Except when they all go to London, Toki (Monica) does hook up with him, gradually teaches him how to relationship, and eventually they get married.

Murderface = Chandler. He hates his data processing job and keeps threatening to leave it to work on his side project, Planet Piss, but never actually does because the money is really good. When he goes back to the pet store to return the baby chick Skwisgaar impulse bought, he instead adopts an ugly-ass duck that no one wants because it’s original owners thought it was just an ugly duckling that would grow up into a swan. He feels that he can empathize with it, and names it Dick van Duck.

Knubbler = Dick van Duck. Listens patiently to all of Murderface’s Planet Piss ideas.

Pickles = Phoebe. He doesn’t even know who his dad is, and is proud that he doesn’t. (I’m not going to lie, Phoebe’s family situation definitely fits more with Murderface, but Phoebe’s dating track record is too good.) Remember the one where Pickles broke up with someone he’d just moved in with because the person shot a bottle of liquor?

Seth = Ursula. 100% Ursula. Seth is a “career driven” waiter and also a part time porn star on the side, using Pickles’ name.

Fraiser

I don’t watch this one as much, so this one won’t be as detailed probably.

Skwisgaar = Frasier. Idk, because he goes on dates with a different woman at least every episode. Also, he’s a jackass, but good at what he does and there are some redeeming glimmers of not being a complete asshole that make his presence worthwhile.

Nathan = Niles. Minus most of the neuroses. Instead of successful musicians, he and Skwisgaar are both successful psychiatrists, although Skwisgaar usually gets the bulk of the public’s, ahem, attention.

Daphne = Charles. He’s oblivious to Nathan’s crush on him for ages, but when he realizes it’s there and thinks about how sweet Nathan’s always been to him, he falls hard.

Rebecca Nightrod = Maris. She and Nathan have a rocky marriage, and eventually a rockier divorce in which she accuses Nathan of being emotionally unfaithful because of Charles.

Abigail = The brilliant divorce lawyer that handles Nathan’s case, and briefly dates Charles. They seem like such a good fit on paper that they’re actually engaged for a bit, but they break it off amiably right before getting to the altar, and Nathan and Charles ride off into the sunset in an RV with “road warrior” vanity plates.

Toki = Roz. (I know, technically Roz’s promiscuousness would be more Skwisgaar, but Skwisgaar’s superiority complex fits better with Frasier.) Although competent and successful in his own right, he is not the on air talent. Unlike in Frasier, when Toki and Skwisgaar sleep together they actually become a couple instead of backing off and remaining good friends.

Rockso = That garbage man that Roz was head over heals with for a while… Rodger?He belongs in a garbage can. Anyway, after breaking up with Toki over the latter’s inability to get over his massive cocaine use, Toki goes to Skwisgaar for comfort, which leads to drinking which leads to sex. Toki flees the next morning and flies to Norway for the annual family reunion, only he hadn’t told anyone he’s broken up with Rockso. Skwisgaar, desperate to Talk Things Out and hopefully even Do That Again, follows and (cringingly, but of his own volition) answers to/pretends to be Rockso to help Toki save face in front of his critical family.

Murderface = Bulldog. He and Toki briefly have a thing, and he’s actually kind of sweet when you get right down to it, but things don’t work out. Masturbation photos are involved — don’t ask. Also, at one point Skwisgaar accidentally repeats a rumor that Murderface is going to get fired where Murderface can hear it, so

Murderface goes and yells at the station manager (then Knubbler) and quits. Then he’s unemployed for a while, and scrapes by delivering pizzas. I forget how that situation resolved itself in the show but it does.

Knubbler = Kenny the station manager. Weak willed. Weak chinned. Ineffectual. Good track record in his career, but mostly he’s just there.

Abigail = That domineering and extremely competent lady station manager that’s there for a while… Kate? Has a cat. But she does NOT get it on with Skwisgaar (Frasier) on his desk and accidentally bump the On Air button partway through. She has a very strict policy of not getting involved with anyone she works with, although naturally everyone tries.

That’s all I got.

Magnus = Martin. Because he’s a cranky old man. He and Nathan don’t get along and he resents having to live with Skwisgaar, but they all gamely trade barbed insults and leave it at that. Magnus is a retired cop who still works on old cold cases as a hobby, having vowed revenge on uncaptured murderers everywhere. He and Charles (Daphne) get along pretty well, and there is no stabbing of any kind.

Metal Masked Assassin = Cam Winston. At one point he blocks Skwisgaar and Toki in Skwisgaar’s SUV into a parking space with his own SUV, and only relents and backs out when Charles comes and calmly threatens him, because “that’s my bread and butter you’re blocking in.”

There, are you happy now?? I spent a ridiculous amount of time on this, asdf;lkj lol.

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CHAPTER 2

The next day at school was torture. He arrived early and planned on trying to talk to Marinette but she walked in seconds before the bell ran. She didn't so much as look at him when she passed him and he slumped further into his seat.

Her presence behind him did nothing for his state of mind and he basically spent the entire day incapable of comprehending anything that was taught while she spent it resolutely avoiding him.

So imagine his surprise when the school day drew to an end and she called his name. He turned with wide eyes, afraid that if he said anything, she'd walk away without another word.

But she only smiled shyly and waved, "Hi."

He tried to smile back but found it was practically impossible to do so. "Hey. Marinette, I-" He wasn't sure what he was going to say but she saved him the trouble by lifting her hand and stopping him.

"Please, I just really need to say this."

Her big blue eyes looked up at him imploringly and he basically had no choice but to nod wordlessly.

She took a deep breath and began, "I like you, Adrien. I've liked you since the day you gave me your umbrella." She smiled fondly even as Adrien felt like she'd punched him in the gut - honestly, he would've taken the punch a lot better.

Because she'd liked him since then?

Seemingly oblivious to his inner turmoil, Marinette barreled on forward at full speed, "And it wasn't because you were handsome or a model or even the son of my favorite fashion designer. I liked you because you were kind and you genuinely cared. And I know you don't like me-"

She faltered and Adrien tried to make his jaw work, tried to say something but it was like his mind had completely shut down.

"And that's okay." Marinette finally continued, "You shouldn't feel guilty about that because that's not how love works. I of all people should not expect that of you, especially when I know what it's like to have someone like me and not like them back."

At this, Adrien blinked; who…? There was no way he was asking though so he swallowed his curiosity and continued to listen to this sweet girl pour her heart out, all the while knowing he didn't deserve it.

"And it would be a lie for me to tell him I do like him even if was to spare his feelings. Because in the end it would hurt worse."

Marinette smiled a watery, broken smile, "So thanks for being honest,"

Adrien swallowed tightly and his hands clenched into fists at his side.

Marinette blinked hard before saying, "And basically I just want you to know that I'm not angry at you or anything but I just need space, I guess. And eventually I'll move on and you'll move on and we'll hopefully laugh about this someday." She blinked hard again, "So yeah, bye!"

Adrien watched her run off with one of his hands outstretched and trapped words on his tongue. After few moments, he lowered his hand and bowed his head. It was useless, even if he were to catch up with her, he'd never know what to say.

With a heavy heart, he exited the school, mumbling something about "After school meeting" at the Gorilla's inquiring look before getting into the car.

Once at home, he immediately ran up to his room and let Plagg out.

"What do I do, Plagg?" he said miserably.

The Kawmi shot him an annoyed look, "I believe you asked me this like-" he paused, "Okay, I didn't count but it was a lot. My advice on love is all the same; just stick to cheese… which speaking of," he looked at Adrien pointedly.

Adrien for his part just scowled, "You can't tell me you've never felt love," A thought occurred to him suddenly, "What about Ladybug's kwami?"

Plagg scrunched up his nose, "Cookie? Don't be ridiculous and give me my cheese."

Adrien lifted an eyebrow because for a second he'd seen something like a deer (cat?) staring at headlights expression on Plagg and he was not letting this go."

"Nuh uh, what's the story?"

"Nothing! I'm not mushy like you!"

"But you still like her!"

"I do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Yeah, you do!"

"Just give me my cheese!"

Adrien shook his head, "Give me some useful advice!"

Plagg crossed his tiny arms and looked away, "I'm not talking,"

"Fine, maybe I'll just tell Ladybug my kwami has a-"

And it was like he opened a geyser, "FINE! Look, like pigtails told you, she needs space. Give her the space, she'll get over you and you'll be able to go back to being just friends. In the meantime, visit her as Chat Noir or something because obviously she's a very important friend you want to stay in touch with." Under his breath he muttered something like, "stuck with- incompetent- hopeless- blind-" before more loudly saying, "And give me my cHeEse!"

Adrien finally did as requested before sitting back to think. He couldn't believe he was actually going to take Plagg's advice on anything much less something to do with love but his advice actually wasn't that bad.

So that's what he did. As Adrien's interactions with Marinette dwindled down to zero, Chat Noir's visits doubled in size.

He knew the sad look in her eyes was his fault and was therefore determined to do anything he could to see her laugh… even take up the baking classes Mr. Dupain had offered.

Needless to say, Chat Noir was a horrible baker. Baking after all was a gift and he most certainly was not given it. However when his first batch of cookies emerged from the oven as deformed, toasted lumps and Marinette laughed so hard she cried, he knew it was all worth it.

From then on he learned how to make cupcakes, muffins, chocolate cake, macaroons, and various other pastries. They were all (far) below the Dupain-Cheng standard but Chat Noir was sure he could be one of the best bakers in Paris and he still wouldn't reach that standard.

It still hurt when Marinette passed his seat in class without so much as glancing him but the fact that he could visit her later as Chat Noir usually softened the blow. The blow still came though and he wouldn't deny that when Marinette finally offered him a small wave in greeting after about three months of complete avoidance, it was like he was on cloud nine for the rest of the day.

Then he was placed in a group project with her along with Nino and Alya and that was able to solidify the fragile string of hope Adrien was clinging onto.

Because Marinette didn't stutter around his anymore… at all. She completed her sentences without so much as a pause and was confident in what she said.

She even joked around with him. Teasing him about he might be smarter at physics but she was far more creative (which Adrien really couldn't disagree on).

And it wasn't an act either. Her smiles weren't strained and the softness in her bluebell eyes was genuine.

Slowly but surely their tight knit group grew back together and Adrien was able to see the side of Marinette he usually only saw as Chat Noir. The boldness mixed with the sweetness that was just so Marinette. She wasn't afraid to stand up for what she believed in and she also didn't hesitate to lend a hand to those who needed it.

She could be an anchor and that all Adrien remembered thinking as he sprinted across the rooftops. Because naturally his father would choose to completely shut himself away from the world on Adrien's mom's birthday.

He still didn't seem to understand that it wasn't only him who grieved, still didn't understand that Adrien needed him - his dad - and not the cold man he'd become. Because somehow Adrien hadn't just lost his mom; in the process he's also lost his dad.

He was on Marinette's balcony before he knew it and right on cue, the trapdoor opened.

"Hey, Kitty-" Marinette faltered and her eyes widened, "What's wrong?"

Chat Noir could do nothing but shrug helplessly, "Personal life stuff. Mind if I come in?"

In response she marched over and literally dragged him in, "Of course not, you stupid cat!"

After he'd gotten settled, she took a seat beside him and quietly said, "I know you can't talk about it but I'm still here for you, okay?"

And that was all Chat Noir needed to hear. With a choked sob, he placed his head on her lap and let his silent tears fall.

Marinette let out a surprised, "oh," before beginning to run her fingers through his hair.

Chat Noir closed his eyes and managed to hoarsely say, "Thanks, Princess."

He heard the smile in her voice as she said, "Always, Kitty."

And that was how he remained tethered to the ground even as storm of emotions raged on inside him. Because Marinette was his anchor.

He just didn't realize the implications her being his anchor an entailed (tried not to think about those implications more like it because that's what a torn heart will make you do) until an akuma attack..

Because really, with his luck how could he truly expect anything different?

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AN: And the plot thickens! *rubs hands mysteriously*

Have I mentioned this will be a reveal fic? Oh and have I also mentioned this is a three-shot? (yes, that means next chapter is the reveal yayy!)

And have I also mentioned THANK YOU SO MUCH?! Seriously, the support for this story totally caught me off guard so thank you to everyone reading, faving, following, and reviewing!

Chapter 3 will be out next Thursday (not in a month like this chapter which I am so sorry about) so look for it then!

Thanks again and till next time!

~LB

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Meet Dave and Alison Cowles

“Boots,” the 2nd GO! Cartoon released on Cartoon Hangover, introduces us to a pudgy kitty with a void in his soul that only his neighbor’s thrown-out chair can fill. He’ll squeeze right into that hole in your heart you won’t know exists ‘til you meet him. We sat down with dynamic dad & daughter duo David and Alison Cowles to talk cartoon-making, dumpster treasures, and malicious sock monkeys.

Did either of you guys study animation?

David: Does self-taught count? I’d been an illustrator for years before I began self-producing animations on Photoshop, around 2000.

Alison: With character voices readily supplied by me and my brother. I first did a voice for him when I was 6 - he raised me to be his unpaid talent.

You guys have worked together a lot before?

David: Oh yeah. She’s did a lot of puppeting and character design on the music videos I’ve directed for They Might Be Giants -

Alison: And I wrote the music for the projects he’s directed for “Sesame Street” and Sesame Workshop.

Just what sorta artists ARE you guys?!

Alison: I mostly work in graphic design! But I’m also a musician, and illustrator, and character designer, and I guess a writer now too -

David: Of course you’re a writer!

Dad moment! Had to be one. So how’d you split the work on ‘Boots’?

David: We developed the story together - Alison storyboarded and designed Boots’ character. We pulled a lot from characters that we’d came up with over the years while just messing around and having fun. Alison was always Boots’ voice.

Alison: My dad directed, and got to fit in his little references, like the choreography from “Singin’ in the Rain” in the final number. And I wrote Boots’ song in the course of an afternoon - it was divine intervention.

What inspired “Boots” and his character?

Alison: Certain antics were inspired by our cat Mittens, who looks nothing like Boots. Mostly, Boot’s hoarding was based on my dad’s... habits.

David: I’ve taken a chair or three off the street in my time. I have no trouble tossing out food (unlike some, cough cough Alison) but when it comes to perfectly good street treasures, I have a soft spot.

Alison: I may hold onto food too long, but at least I didn’t fetch a fake door from a play off the side of the road- that’s in our garage right now. It’s not even a real door. “Boots” is what would happen if my dad felt shame for hoarding.

David: I do not.

How’d you guys come up with Chad, Boots’ belittling monkey neighbor?

Alison: It’s actually a good example of how my dad and I come up with most of our characters together - just goobing around. We were at the huge Toys R’ Us in NYC when I was a kid, and I couldn’t choose a toy - with the pressure on I just grabbed a sock monkey and checked out.

David: It wasn’t until we got to dinner after and she pulled out the sock monkey that we saw the sinister expression on its face. We named it Tad, after our waiter, who was a perfectly nice guy. But Tad the monkey was always a douche.

Alison: I used to make him dance around on my dad and make fun of him during work calls - one day my dad actually ripped his arm off and threw him in a pond. We fished him out, but Tad didn’t change.

David: Tad will never change. We’ll see if Chad can change, if “Boots” goes to series.

What cartoons do you guys love?

David: I’m especially inspired by Tex Avery - he’s one of my all time favorite cartoon directors, and a big influence on “Boots”. I grew up in Hanna-Barbera time, so my favorites were always “Jonny Quest”, “Scooby Doo”, and “Yogi Bear”.

Alison: He raised me on “The Simpsons”, and was bent on making me love “The PowerPuff Girls” - it grew on me. I was always a fan of “Dexter’s Lab”, “Spongebob”, “Catdog”, and “The Fairly Oddparents”; and these days, I watch “Big Mouth”, “Adventure Time” and “Rick and Morty”.

Was having your own cartoon always a shared dream?

David: It was definitely something we wanted to do. For a while I was developing a show with Playhouse Disney, but it never came to be.

Alison: I dreamed of working at Pixar, and the last time I visited there as a young adult, I remember gazing out the window on the plane home, thinking how great it’d be to have my own show. Two weeks later we pitched “Boots” to Frederator.

David: Working with Frederator is great because they actually listen to the artist’s vision and want to make it happen for them. And all of Eric’s notes made “Boots” better - we’re not Hollywood folks, but we’ve learned enough to know that’s rare.

We like to think we’re okay at our jobs! What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving?

Alison: I’m thankful for my dad’s sense of humor, and to be able to save all of his great ideas that he inevitably wants to dump. And really, all of the happy accidents that let “Boots” become what it is.

David: We have a lot of fun. I’m thankful that after 3 and ½ years, the wait for “Boots” has come to an end - but it’s only the beginning.

D’aww! Last up: any Thanksgiving dishes to recommend?

Alison: We make squash apple sauce in our house. If you were looking for a Thanksgiving dish with the consistency of baby food, search no further.

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Thanks for the great talk, you two! Excited to keep up with all of your awesome endeavors.

- Cooper

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July 2020

Change. Transition and transformation.

Feeling like a proud mum during my first graduation class’ final exam. They’re all gonna leave the nest so soon.

Meeting my colleagues at Michi’s own “Isar beach”. Ordering truffle pizza. Watching the storm clouds coming closer. Retreating to Michi’s flat. Talking to the dude with the guitar about life-changing travel experiences. Making fun of the stalkers across the street. Psychedelics-talk with Lorenz. Having a last drink at Rosi’s. My first time in a bar in many many months.

Tapas with Lena and Maike. Walking in linen shoes in the pouring rain. Listening to Knorkator on the subway.

New clothes. Loose, high-waisted pants, jeans shorts, a lemon print dress. A graphic, artsy Monki dress. A new hat and a bargain from COS (a sweater for only €5,85, wow).

My spontaneous meet-ups with Manu at the Asian take-away restaurant. Last time I started smiling brightly when a little kid walked past us very proudly with their brand new Schultüte.

Rest. A clean apartment. Cleaning in general (weird obsession atm; I even cleaned Manu’s whole kitchen when I was making veggie stew for him during his ear infection; but also I sang Soft Kitty for him). Gardening. Cooling down with water spray, après sun spray and cool-packs from the freezer.

Leoni’s essay actually made me laugh out loud. We had a bet going on. If she managed to use the word turkey in her essay I would have to give her €10. Well, she did it. Also, she invented and app called Teenage Mutant Karate Cats and signed off with Love, Karen. Such a gem.

That feeling when you put the pen down and the work is finally done. So liberating (after grading the final exams).

My blackroll. The only thing that helps after working at a desk for a few hours. My back hates grading papers. And using the kitchen as a temporary workspace. The smell of coffee, the humming of the dishwasher, sitting right by the window. Using all the colours to mark the essays. I love highlighter pens.

The smoke alarm lady’s charm. I only see her once a year when she comes to check on the smoke alarms but I kinda like her.

Staying late. Singing in an empty school. Not having to be quiet for once.

People standing in for gay rights and diversity. Which is why I loved the Circus of Books documentary. And the Netflix series POSE. Blanca and Pray are my favourite characters, of course.

I was satisfied with the Dark series ending. Couldn’t have hoped for more.

Raspberry plants for only 1€. I couldn’t resist.

Teaching some English lessons in other classes. Not actually facing any resistance, they really liked working with me. They asked questions and were interested, what the heck? In the final lesson with the 9d ladies we actually carved out some time to learn the cup song and sing karaoke on full volume. The girls showed my a Dua Lipa song I hadn’t heard before, I really liked it. And they wanted to hear My Heart Will Go On. Just imagine blasting the Titanic song and a whole group of teenagers singing along as dramatically as possible.

Manu feeding me with Toffifee while watching a brainless rom-com.

A day trip to Chiemsee with Sash. We were ON A BOAT, had Aperol Spritz in the sunshine right by the lake. Lots of walking, talking, inspecting flowers and eating good food. In the end we went swimming (for the first time this year?). How I had missed the water. Browsing magazines on the train. Talking about hair care and secret dreams. Coffee with ice-cream for dinner.

Making snack berries. Dipping blueberries in Greek yoghurt, rolling them in grated coconut and off to the freezer. A great healthy snack. (But of course I’m also obsessed with actual Raffaellos this month.)

A day at the lake with Verena, Silvia and Nicole. Great picnic lunch, 90’s revival music. Spotting huge fishies underwater. Taking photos of Verena in order to work on some ideas for her back tattoo. Low point: stepping into a bee and the worst sunburn ever.

The Karlsfeld train underpass. Lots of interesting underwater creatures that actually look like vintage illustrations.

Westpark. One of my favourite green spots in Munich. Lunch at Gans am Wasser (veggie seitan kebab), walking over to Rosengarten, ice-cream for dessert. Cycling home. Stopping to pick some flowers.

BBQ with some colleagues. Playing some weird trampoline volleyball game. Chasing Luise (the weiner dog) around. Being the DJ. In the end I sat there with Michi, Laura and Nicole. Drove home with a quite drunk Michi who didn’t stop talking.

A picnic with the kids and their parents to say our final goodbyes. Culinary presents from the parents, a graduation T-shirt from the students. Taking lots of photos, talking until it got dark. On the next day I had to go up on stage for the graduation ceremony. I was super nervous but so glad when it was all over. I went home with arms full of flower, wearing my constellation dress. On the parking lot Nicole and I even had a little fun with a helium balloon.

I went straight home to visit my mum on the last school day so I enjoyed a weekend there. Singing with my mum and my brother, healthy meals, inspecting the garden, making a gorgeous bouquet with some sunflowers I had brought with me and buddleja twigs from the garden. Walking through the neighbourhood with my mother, feeding chickens (my mother is just as crazy as me, the video I made of her talking to the birds is proof), going to the fleamarket (also for the first time this year). Meeting Michi U., Sash, Julia, Lena and Obi at Yvonne’s vegan cafe. Iced almond coffee, two full tables filled with vegan food. Talking to the owner about creative projects. Meeting Catrin and Andi at Brillengalerie (Birkenstock inspiration!).

Learning about resonant breathing, medicinal mushrooms and the psychological origin of illness.

Salt with smoky paprika and lemon-infused olive oil.

Harvesting pea pods on my balcony.

Talking to a body therapist. A morning walk through Schwabing. Treating myself to some Bircher muesli and fresh juice. Walking through some stores I had never been to before. Discovering a mirror gallery. Later some vegetarian sushi, Pho and a massage appointment. Lying in bed with Manu, right in front of the ventilator. Eating sinful cookies'n'cream magnum, talking about sex, health, music, life. Making late-night pizza.

Talking to Franzi on the phone. Reading a graphic novel set in Munich. Great drawings of the city. I loved the interior of Pimpernel club. Really well done.

Meeting Laura at her osteopathy practice for the first time. I really like her. Later it turned out that she’s friends with Becky! Laura taught me how to sit and stand and felt her way into my scoliosis.She has such a soft approach, let’s see how happy I’ll be with that treatment. But I obviously need to join her Cantienica class.

Hardware store, heavy plant transport. Finding a lot of cheap flower pots in the antique store.

Eating my first home-grown tomato. Just a little herbal salt. So nice. You can actually taste the sunshine.

Gute Laune herbal tea. In the middle of summer. With the doors closed to keep the heat out.

This tie-dye idea.

I sat on the balcony when a sudden thump made a tiny little bird fall right in front of me. It had collided with my living room window. Its wing was twisted so I put it right and the bird hopped off, resting in a dark corner, closing its eyes all the time. I looked up how to help and was really sad because the internet warned me that most birds would die a few hours after a collision but after ten minutes the bird hopped onto a twig, some more hopping, and flew off. I really hope you made it, little friend! Have a nice summer!

Watching The Expanse with Lena and Obi. Watermelon-Feta salad with mint. Drinking homemade lemonade, sparkly bloodorange wine and coffee with ice-cream.

An electric blue summer dress.

The Russian-themed Sjöden autumn catalogue.

Taylor Swift and Bon Iver - Exile. Such an incredibly beautiful song.

Making a fantastic Indian eggplant/chickpea curry with coriander, paneer and tofu. Delicious.

And the last crazy thing I need to talk about this month is Becky. She texted me during the graduation ceremony on the last day of the school year and told me that she’d be one of my colleagues from now on!! Crazy. The trio is back together. I met her at our usual Italian restaurant and we talked for hours. So much to catch up on. She is still a person I vibe and click with. However, I’m also a little scared because somehow she represents a chapter of my life I have closed. So she seems a little out of place in this new little corner of the world I have created for myself. But I’m sure it’s gonna turn out great!

#things i love #personal #present perfect #july 2020 #2020 #july

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thewritewolf · 5 years

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Rekindle Chapter 28: Secrets

Marinette tries to shake off the lingering visions as the both of them search for the peacock miraculous shard.

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Marinette wasn’t sure where she was anymore.

Each time she moved her head was another location and different people filling it. Some were familiar - the foggy streets of London over a century ago, Greece in the time of gods and heroes. Others… were less so, but her gut gave her the names her head couldn’t. China. Peru. Egypt. And, of course, France. There was a pattern - someone, usually a woman, in red. And someone, usually a man, in black.

As the visions came and went, blurring together, she reached out for something, anything that could anchor her. She felt strong arms underneath her, hooked below her knees and back. With something she could feel in her heart as real and now she pulled herself out of the swirling maelstrom and back into the present.

The arms belonged to Chat Noir, her Chat Noir. By the way she was being jostled, he was carrying her. The distant sound of clanging metal gave her another reference point. They were being chased, but her Chat Noir is not easily caught and they were escaping. But why were they running away in the first place?

Her eyes flew open as everything came rushing back.

He glanced down at her. “How’re you feeling, Bug? Can you stand?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. She glanced around her, confirming her fears. The past was still imposed over the present, although it was now only faintly there. It was like a mural that had been poorly painted over another one, and seeing both at the same time was starting to give her a headache. The whispers at the edges of her mind only worsened things. She looked back at Chat Noir, who hadn’t set her down yet. “Okay, no, I’m not fine. But I think I know how to make things better. Can you please put me down?”

His cat ears twitched as he listened for any enemies and gently let her out of his arms once he was satisfied with whatever he heard. “So what’s the plan now?”

In way of reply, she said, “Spots off.”

“What are you doing?!” He whispered angrily. “We are still in a building flooded with bad guys, in case you forgot!”

“Sorry, kitty. I just couldn’t keep going like that. I guess you’ll just have to protect me.” She gave him a wink, but he crossed his arms, pouting at her as his tail flicked back and forth irritatedly. She looked around the side hallway that they were hiding in. Everything was as it should be and the voices were gone.

“That’s much better. Now let’s-” She blinked as she turned around. It was unlike anything she had felt before. Almost like a magnetic force leading her a certain way. “That’s weird…”

A tiny sneeze drew her attention back to Tikki, sniffling and tired looking. It wasn’t the worst condition she’d seen her kwami in, but it was far from the best. Her concern must have shown since she waved a paw at Marinette. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine after some cookies, ready whenever you need to transform. But you feel that, right?”

“That… pull? Yeah, I do.”

“Well I don’t,” Chat grumbled, arms still crossed.

She put her hands on his face and pulled his attention to her. “I know you’re just upset because you’re scared. But I’m completely fine. We’re going to win, just like we always do. Okay?”

It took him a moment, but he nodded and relaxed. “Okay.” He let out a breath. “So. What about a pull? Is this about the peacock miraculous?”

Tikki nodded. “Yes. Since it is broken, it’s energy is flooding out uncontrollably. Since it is charged with negative emotions, it is easier to sense. Between the two, Marinette is feeling herself drawn to a shard that is close by!”

“Why didn’t she feel it before?” Chat glanced between the two of them.

“I think I did, but there was a lot of background noise with those visions to deal with.”

“And when you didn’t have your miraculous active,” Tikki added, “those visions faded. Leaving the pull by itself.”

“So now what? We follow the pull and find the shard?”

“Sounds about right, kitty.”

Chat bowed to her with his usual dramatic flair. “Then lead on, my lady.”

Marinette almost wished she had taken time to change into something more comfortable before heading out as Ladybug. But there was no use whining about it now, she’d just have to deal with being in her ballgown as they made their way through this building. Her fears of having to run in a dress and heels proved to be unfounded when she realized that the knights weren’t coming to this part of the building. Maybe they were solely focused on protecting Andre, even above guarding the source of their existence?

The door to the room where the pull was strongest was locked and remained locked for the remainder of the time it existed. Which was approximately as long as it took Chat to call out ‘cataclysm’. They stepped through the ashes of the door and found themselves in the mayor’s luxurious personal office.

“Any idea where to go from here, bugaboo?”

Marinette focused, but got nothing. “No, the entire area is just too saturated with the energy. We’ll have to look by hand.”

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Adrien watched Marinette as she scanned the room. He was still worried about these changes that were happening, but she seemed fine now. Even so, he knew her well enough that she would do her best to power through any discomfort she had before asking for help. It was up to him to look out for her and be there even when she didn’t say anything.

Marinette and Tikki walked over to the bookshelf and Adrien nodded to himself. It was probably a good move, very calculated - there were plenty of books, fittingly enough, on the shelf and many other things besides that the shard could be hiding in. If a shard had somehow found its way into the office by accident, then no doubt that would be the most logical place to search.

Something had been bothering Adrien, however - why the mayor’s office? Sure, people came and went there all the time, but it was often well guarded and the people that came here were generally close friends of the mayor. A shard wouldn’t end up here by accident. And Adrien knew Andre - knew him outside the mask, the same mask that puts the mayor on his best behavior. The question he had to ask himself was - if Mayor Andre, friend of Gabriel Agreste and known sleazy politician, were to hear about a magical artifact being broken, would he secretly obtain a part of it for his own vanity?

While Marinette searched the bookshelves, Adrien went straight for the mayor’s desk. Sitting down in the big, comfy armchair, he rattled the drawer. Locked. He applied some superhero strength. Not locked anymore.

The expensive pens, official papers, and a number of random curios didn’t seem to back up his hunch. Just before he stood up, however, he noticed something with his keen vision - a hidden panel. Curious, he deftly felt around with his claws and found the edges. After he pulled it up, he found a beat up leather-bound notebook, stuffed with papers and pictures. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find when he opened that notebook, but it stunned him anyway.

Compromising pictures of famous Parisians and more than a few reporters. Notes on the back, usually time, place, names of people involved. Each with a euro amount stamped on the back. There were notes about reporters paid off or blackmailed after getting too close. There were ledgers detailing monthly payments from wealthy benefactors - including, until recently, Adrien’s own father. Each of the entries had a note attached to it - some project the mayor had backed, something said in speeches, tasks to perform. With deepening dread, Adrien followed the lines to Gabriel Agreste’s entry: ‘Wear Agreste brand clothing for all functions. Blacklist upcoming new designers.’

Somehow Adrien wasn’t surprised. His father’s spark, his passion for design, had been guttering out for a while now. Maybe it was a result of running out of time and knowing it. His latest lines didn’t have the same boldness or visionary qualities that had first made his name. Adrien assumed that he just didn’t understand fashion since the business side of things was doing just fine, but this… this made things fall into place. Between Gabriel’s hand in other design houses and his suppression of potential competitors, no wonder-

Adrien’s head snapped towards Marinette as she let out a startled squeak. She’d accidentally dropped one book which had somehow caused a chain reaction that saw an entire shelf dumped onto the floor. As she groaned in irritation, he smiled faintly.

Then horrible dread sunk in and he began furiously searching through the pages. Marinette had often complained about how the internship was the best she managed to get after graduating from university. How they never let her do any actual design work. He remembered the unspoken pain she felt at not being trusted with doing her life’s passion. But how much of that was the studio simply being ignorant of her abilities?

It was clear that Mayor Andre was a meticulous note taker, at least where it came to his money. If that’s true then maybe…

Adrien found it. A list of designers blacklisted. Among them?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

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The Duo’s Performance

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“Excellently done, My Lady, as purr-usual,” Chat Noir smirked as he approached Ladybug from behind, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She grabbed one of his fingers and peeled his hand away. “Oh, mon Chaton, your puns are going to be the death of me.”

“But what a good death will be, no?”

“If you say so, Chat,” she groaned. “Now, would you be a good kitty and deal with the cameras?”

Chat Noir looked past the back of Ladybug’s radiant head to the sea of reporters, cameras, and civilians behind a thin line of police officers. “Don’t tell me that the famous Ladybug is camera shy.”

“Chat, you know you have the better face for television,” she sarcastically confessed, “it only makes sense that you-”

Ladybug felt something metal slam into the back of her shoulder, pushing her forward into the prepared arms of her partner. “Ladybug, Ladybug,” several reporters called out in unison. The flashes from cameras invaded her eyes as Chat noir helped her back upright.

She smiled and waved at the crowd, barely keeping her eyes fully open. “How do you deal with this?”

Chat Noir lowered his head to be beside Ladybug’s ear. “Practice, my lady, lots of practice.”

“Ladybug, Chat Noir, are you two dating yet?” The loudest voice flew above the rest.

“Not yet-” he placed his hand back onto Ladybug’s shoulder “-but the option is always available to her.”

A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd as Ladybug knocked Chat Noir’s hand off for a second time. “Ladybug,” an undistracted reporter crawled her way forward through the sea of news people, “what’s your message to all the little girls at home who look up to you for inspiration?”

“Message?”

“Yes, do you have one for all the underrepresented people watching at home?”

“Oh, well,” Ladybug stuttered, “I guess that I would have to say… um… anything’s possible if yo-”

“Ladybug, Chat noir,” a third reporter cried, clawing his way to the front and dragging his cameraman closely behind, “you’ve yet to comment on your invitation to the 20th annual children’s charity event tomorrow.”

Every microphone and person stood perfectly still in a moment of serene bliss from the noise, before the wall of noise returned, burying Ladybug and Chat Noir in questions about the event. Ladybug stepped back and brought her hand up next to her chin, her fingers slowly twitching. Chat Noir quietly noticed her murmuring stutter and returned his hand to its position on Ladybug’s shoulder. “Ladybug and I would be delighted to attend the charity event.”

“What song will you be singing?”

The serenity returned as the barricade of microphones awaited patiently for the hero’s response. “We’ll… uh,” Chat Noir tried to speak. “We’ll… be… keeping it a secret. It will be a surprise for the crowd.”

The many disappointed “Aw’s” ran past Chat Noir as he felt his fingers being crushed by a small, red and black hand. With every bone he felt snap, the smile he wore on his face became harder and harder to maintain. “We really should be going,” Ladybug excused the pair, “we really need to practice.”

Ladybug continued to grip onto Chat Noir’s fingers as she used her free hand to yo-yo them up onto the roof of a nearby building, out of view of the reporters below. She released her hold on the boy’s fingers and he quickly put them against his mouth, covering them with his other hand.

“Not that I mind holding your hand, but I never expected my lad-”

Before the last words left his mouth, he felt Ladybug’s hand push his own hand against it. She looked him in the eyes and sighed deeply. “Why did you accept that invitation?”

“Well,” he spoke, pushing his hand out and giving himself a small pocket of air, “I didn’t feel like it was right to reject an invitation to a charity event that helps children.”

“Did you know we would have to sing?”

“No, is that a problem?”

“Yes,” Ladybug exploded, “I can’t sing at all.”

Chat noir leaned one hand against a nearby wall and brushed the other through his hair. “It’s hard to imagine someone with a voice as beautiful as yours can’t sing.”

Ladybug sighed again and slid herself down a wall. “I guess there’s nothing I can do now. Unless there’s some magical way I can learn to sing by tomorrow.

Chat sauntered over to the defeated Ladybug and extended out a hand. “I’d be happy to teach you.”

“You,” Ladybug laughed as she looked up from the resting place on her arms, “sing?”

“Don’t act so surprised, I’ll have you know my friends tell me I sing rather well.”

“Well now I know you’re lying, but it’s not like I have much of a choice.”

Ladybug grabbed onto her partner's hand and let him lift her onto her feet. “First thing’s first,” she commanded, “we need a song, know any good ones?”

Chat noir placed a hand against his chin for a moment, continuing to make eye contact with Ladybug. “How about our song?”

“Our song?”

“Yea, our theme song. You know, the one Jagged Stone wrote in our honor.”

“Doesn’t that mean on of us needs to play the guitar?”

“If we played the original, yes, but there’s a version that someone made where they play the piano.”

“You know how to play the piano?”

“There are many things you do not know about me, my lady.”

Chat Noir pulled out his baton and clicked it open. He pressed down on several buttons before tossing it to Ladybug. On the screen displayed the lyrics to the suggested song under the subtitles “Soloist 1” and “Soloist 2”

Ladybug scrolled through the lyrics. “Which soloist am I?”

“Number 1, of course.”

“You say that like it’s obvious.”

“Isn’t it? Soloist two sings about their undying love for soloist one, so that should obviously be me.”

“Wha-”

“And soloist one sings about the handsome guy they’re pining after-” Chat flexed the muscles on his arms “-doesn’t that remind you of someone?”

Ladybug giggled and slapped Chat noir with his baton. “You’re unbearable.”

“It’s all a part of the Chat Noir charm.”

The next day came faster than either hero was expecting, Marinette had only gotten an hour of so of practice with Chat Noir in before she had to leave. In his defense, he really wasn’t that bad of a singer, but she was still going to flop on stage. “Hello, earth to Marinette?”

Her friend’s voice broke Marinette out of her distressing thoughts. “Sorry, Alya, my mind was gone.”

“Probably dreaming about Adrien again. Anyway, I asked if you were going to the charity event at the Eiffel tower tonight.”

“I don’t know, Alya.”

“Ladybug and Chat noir will be there and they’re going to sing.”

“I think-”

“Sing, Marinette, sing.”

“I think I’m going to sit this one out, but make sure to have enough fun for the both of us.”

“Girl,” Alya lightly pushed Marinette, “you know I do that even when you’re with me.”

The two girls entered the small pastry shop and the warmth and smell of heaven rushed over them. “Alright, girl, I’ll catch you tomorrow,” Alya hugged Marinette goodbye before she disappeared out of the doorway.

Marinette flopped down on her bed. “What am I going to do, Tikki?”

Tikki flew out of her purse and in front of Marinette’s face. “Do you think you’re ready for the show?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to sing in front of anyone, ever.”

“You sounded fine in front of Chat Noir yesterday.” “But that was only one person, what do I do when there’s thousands of them?”

“Well, do you think Chat Noir would be willing to help?”

“Maybe, it’s probably worth a shot. Alright, Tikki, transform me.”

A sudden flash of light projected from Marinette’s room and Ladybug now stood in its center. She whipped her yo-yo off her belt and opened it up. She dialed in Chat noir’s number and hit call. It only took a second of ringing before Chat Noir picked up.

“Hello, my lady,” he spoke, with the sound of wind rushing past in the background.

“Chat, where are you?”

“Just getting in my daily exercise before the big event.”

“That isn’t for another couple hours.”

“We’re supposed to show up in an hour.”

“An hour?”

“Yes, something about sound levels and accommodating for our ‘superhero needs’. Do you know what that means?”

“Listen, Chat, do you think you could help me out.”

“With?”

“With my singing.”

“Don’t tell me the famous Ladybug is also nervous.”

“I… ugh… alright, you caught me. I just want to sound my best in front of everybody.”

“Oh, Bugaboo, you already sound wonderful. But, if you want me to make you sound even better, I’m at your service. Where shall we meet?”

“You remember that statue of us?”

“How could I ever forget.”

Ladybug landed behind the baton twirling cat and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing an audible gasp. “My Lady,” he spoke between deep breaths, “you startled me.”

“I thought you were supposed to be the more observant one?”

“I guess cute little ladybugs can slip under my radar.”

Chat’s flirt didn't seem to faze Ladybug’s intense concentration, there was something on her mind. “What... what happens if I mess up,” she muttered, her eyes still locked on the ground in front of her, “what if they laugh at me?”

“Ladybug,” Chat spoke with an almost scornful manner, “the only thing you have to worry about is your worrying.”

Ladybug looked back at her partner. His face had transformed from his sly grin to a genuine smile. He placed his hands on both her shoulders and stared deeply into her big blue eyes as they gazed back. “I know that you sound amazing, like heaven itself sent down its most talented angel. Trust me, even if you do forget a word or miss your cue, everyone will be too distracted by your angelic voice.”

She sighed deeply. “Thanks, Chat, but I still don't feel like I can perform in front of that many people. It's just so overwhelming, how do you deal with it.”

“Well-” he pulled both his hands away from Ladybug “-do you me to answer honestly?”

“Yes.”

“I kind of… maybe… imagine that they're all you.”

Chat cringed with anticipation of Ladybug’s remark of the creepiness of what he just said. He didn't dare open his eyes.

“What?” She asked quietly.

“What?”

“Why?”

“Well… you're my partner, so I know that even if I do screw up or do something bad, you'll still be there.”

Chat watched as Ladybug’s face turned from confusion to admiration and continued, “I just imagine that they're someone I can trust, someone who will be there to catch me when I trip on my baton and not criticize me for my clumsiness.”

“Thanks, Chat, I'll try to imagine them as someone I trust.”

“Good to hear, My lady. Still up for some last minute practice?”

“You didn't think I'd call you all the way out here for a little pep talk, did you?”

Ladybug and Chat Noir arrived almost half an hour after their allotted practice time began. The crew members of the show didn't look too pleased to see the two superheroes of Paris, instead, they hooked two black boxes that connected to microphones up to whatever thing was closest to a belt on each costume. The mic that ran over Ladybug’s ear rubbed uncomfortably against it, and she kept moving it around. The two were shoved onto the stage and given a thumbs up by a man behind a board with many buttons and sliders.

Chat took a deep breath before opening up with his rendition of ‘Ave Maria’, he applied a strained look to his face as each note left his mouth. A few moments later, the man behind the board gave another thumbs up and glanced to Ladybug. She looked over to Chat, her eyes begging for help.

He covered his mic. “Just do some warm ups.”

Ladybug nodded and began to sing whatever note came to her mind. Her voice flowed in every direction as she pushed herself to keep singing. She moved her eyes to get a view of anyone in audible range. Chat seemed to glow as he watched her sing. The man behind the board was listening to a pair of headphones and adjusting the sliders. The other crew members who were setting up banners and tables stopped to listen, they didn't seem to hate it. When she stopped singing, Chat Noir was the one to give her a thumbs up.

“Alright,” the man behind the board approached the two heroes, “you two should be all set up for the show, we'll do a quick check up with the equipment before we start. This stage can only support up to three thousand pounds, so try not to stomp on it too hard. That should be everything, but if there's something we can do to help, come find someone with ‘Crew’ written on their shirts. Okay?”

“Alright, thank you.”

“No problem.”

For next two and a half hours, Ladybug and Chat Noir sat in their provided chairs behind the stage and practiced their song one more time. A few crew members came by to check if they had everything they needed and another asked Chat Noir if their piano was to his liking.

Ten minutes before the show was due to begin, a man in a suit approached the two heroes. “Hello, Ladybug and Chat Noir, I'm glad we've gotten this opportunity to work together.”

“This is exciting for all of us,” Chat Noir responded, almost bouncing in his seat, “Monsieur?”

“Monsieur Moreau.”

A crew member ran up to Moreau and shoved a microphone into his hands and ushered him onto the steps to the stage. Even when he was pushed, Moreau seemed to maintain his gentlemanly swagger.

“Good Evening, Paris,” Ladybug could hear every word spoken through a speaker pointed out the back of the stage, “how are you all doing tonight?”

“Good, good. Ladies and Gentleman, I want to thank you all for coming out tonight for this amazing charity event. I just want to say, isn't today just the most gorgeous day ever? I mean, the sun's gone and it's still too hot for this tuxedo.”

Ladybug couldn't tell if he was trying to be funny, but there was only one laugh that could be heard amid the sea of faces. “Anyway, we have an amazing show for you tonight, full of some of the best performers. Our first performance needs no introduction from me…”

Moreau’s voice trailed off as Chat Noir grabbed onto Ladybug’s hand and dragged her to the stairs leading up to the stage. Moreau continued, “Please put your hands together for Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

The sound wave of the claps rocketed into Ladybug’s body and her feet sunk deeper into the ground. Chat Noir gripped tighter knot her hand and walked up on stage, Ladybug’s feet dragging against the floor.

The familiar wall of light that came from cameras blinded Ladybug once more and as the vision returned, the crowd was revealed. In front of her stood an ocean of thousands of smiling and cheering faces, all staring at directly at her. The cheers of the crowd fell silent and the only sound Ladybug could her was that of her own heart. I'm not ready

Chat Noir leaned over to his stationary partner. “You ready?”

Chat Noir took a step forward and all the eyes were drawn to him. “Good Evening, Paris!”

The crowd responded with a large cheer that only made Chat Noir’s smile larger and Ladybug’s heart sink.

“Ladies and Gentleman,” Chat Noir continued, “are you ready for a show?”

The screaming became even more intense as Chat Noir began to play their song. Ladybug stepped forward, letting the spotlight fall onto her. A silence fell over the crowd. Just imagine they're all Alya… or Chat.

“Another day,” she began to sing, her body still motionless and stuff, “I’m back at school. I think about him, he’s so cool. He looks at me, I look away. But does he see me anyway?”

Chat Noir continued to play the piano and slowly moving it closer to Ladybug. Before her next cue, Chat Noir grabbed her hand and spun her like a top.

The backup vocals kicked in through the speakers.“Oh-oh-oh!”

“He’s got me spinning around,” Ladybug sang with her voice shaking as she recreated her words with her action.

“Oh-oh-oh!”

Ladybug grabbed onto Chat Noir’s shoulders and swung her feet upwards until she was completely upside down. “My feet are off the ground.”

“Oh-oh-oh!”

Ladybug landed on one knee and one hand slamming onto the stage “And when the sun goes down. That’s what I become…”

“Miraculous,” several dim lights shot up with intensity as Ladybug hit the chorus, “Simply the best! Up to the test when things go wrong! Miraculous, the luckiest! The power of love, always so strong!”

Chat Noir watched with admiration as Ladybug became more comfortable with the millions of eyes watching them. He became mesmerized by the fluid like movements of her body as she elegantly danced around the stage. He could feel his own smile show itself every time Ladybug would look back at him. As she sung her last note, she looked back to Chat Noir, who pushed away his keyboard and let the speaker system play the music.

“I am a cat,” he began his verse, “just chillin’ out.”

He tried to place an arm around Ladybug, but she slipped underneath, causing him to fall onto the floor of the stage with one leg in the air and resting his head on his hand. “But in the night,” he fell onto his stomach, resting his head in both his hands and looking up at Ladybug, “she’s all that I think about. I feel so strong when she’s around.”

Ladybug threw her yo-yo up into the supports and back down around Chat Noir. “She picks me up,” as he sang, the yo-yo around him pulled him back onto his feet, “when I am down.”

“Oh-oh-oh,” the backup vocals return.

Chat waved his finger back and forth, “Oh no you’ll never know.”

“Oh-oh-oh!”

He shaped his hands into a heart and pounded it against his chest, “My love can only grow.”

“Oh-oh-oh!”

Ladybug watched as her partner poorly danced his way over to her, what she first thought to be his sly grinned seemed to turn more genuine with each step closer. He placed the tips of his fingers and his thumb against her cheek. She felt the leather of his suit glide across her skin as suggestive noises arose from the crowd. The beat that her heart seemed to skip stopped her from hearing his line, but before she knew it, Chat Noir transferred the singing back to ladybug with a flick of her nose.

“Miraculous! Simply the best,” as Ladybug sang, her mind wandered to her partner while he danced with the moves belonging to a man three times his age. “Up to the test when things go wrong!”

Ladybug reached out her hand, not expecting the pull into her partner’s chest. She looked up to her partner’s blushing face and he looked away from the audience. She stole his smirk and looked right into the audience. “Miraculous, the luckiest! The power of love always so strong!”

Ladybug felt the rise of her partner's chest as both of them hit the long note. She could feel herself losing air and her sound started to become strained. Chat Noir glanced down at his struggling partner and braced himself.

He spun Ladybug around, letting her catch her breath as her head moved, and dipped her. As the note ended, Chat Noir felt his eyes being pulled into the two deep blue seas in Ladybug's head. The music died down and the two heroes stood stationary, looking at each other. Ladybug mimicked Chat’s hand movement from earlier against his cheek.

“My Lady,” Chat whispered, “that was purr-”

She removed her hand from his face and shot him a face of disgust.

“Perfect.”

“Kiss, Kiss, Kiss,” the crowd began.

As the words of the crowd entered Chat’s ears, his face began to flush with red color and he gripped tighter onto Ladybug’s sides. “Well,” his voice cracked, “we can’t disappoint the crowd.”

Ladybug looked away from Chat’s eyes, taking away the smile from her face. “Uhh,” he quietly tried to correct himself, “we… we don’t have to if you-”

Ladybug swung her arms around Chat’s neck and pulled herself up and ran her lips against his. It was only for a brief moment, but Chat could still feel the softness of her lips run along his and the taste of the lip gloss she wore. Chat closed his eyes and pushed himself harder into Ladybug, craving the feeling of her silky lips against his own.

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