charme chanceux , cataclysme , la catastrophe

This blog is dedicated to asking Ladybug and Chat Noir questions! {Semi-Selective rp blog}

[miisfortunate]

"I need a hug. And I think you do too."- askladynoir

Felix sighed and closed his book. “Is this some sort of subliminal message, little brother?” 

He without any further protest walked over and wrapped his arms around his baby brother and hugged tight.

[askladynoir]

“Yay,” Adrien said softly, patting his back. “I got the stone cold Felix to hug me.”

“Whatcha reading?” He asks when he releases his twin, crossing his legs. “Anything good?”

[miisfortunate]

“Hush” Felix said with mock sharpness.

“And A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Again. I think it’s funny.”

[askladynoir]

“You always think it’s funny. You like the disorder of it.” He leans back, kicking off his shoes. “Which is ironic; you’re a neurotic person, Fe.”

[miisfortunate]

“I am completely composed, mon frere. And yeah, it’s quite a chaotic little peice of fiction I will admit.”

[askladynoir]

"Okay, but what if I were to push the case slightly off center?"

[miisfortunate]

"I need a hug. And I think you do too."- askladynoir

Felix sighed and closed his book. “Is this some sort of subliminal message, little brother?” 

He without any further protest walked over and wrapped his arms around his baby brother and hugged tight.

[askladynoir]

“Yay,” Adrien said softly, patting his back. “I got the stone cold Felix to hug me.”

“Whatcha reading?” He asks when he releases his twin, crossing his legs. “Anything good?”

[miisfortunate]

“Hush” Felix said with mock sharpness.

“And A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Again. I think it’s funny.”

[askladynoir]

"You always think it's funny. You like the disorder of it." He leans back, kicking off his shoes. "Which is ironic; you're a neurotic person, Fe."

[miisfortunate]

"I need a hug. And I think you do too."- askladynoir

Felix sighed and closed his book. “Is this some sort of subliminal message, little brother?” 

He without any further protest walked over and wrapped his arms around his baby brother and hugged tight.

[askladynoir]

"Yay," Adrien said softly, patting his back. "I got the stone cold Felix to hug me."

"Whatcha reading?" He asks when he releases his twin, crossing his legs. "Anything good?"

[parisianoriginal]

"Bridgette, is that my sweater?"

Bridgette glanced down at the knee length gray sweater that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. She’d grabbed it off the chair next to the bed on her way to the kitchen and thrown it on over her boxers and tank top to fight off the morning chill.

“Um… maybe.”

[askladynoir]

Felix looks her up and down, pursing his lips momentarily. He had planned to wear that for the day to go to class and maybe run a few errands, but... There's no harm in letting her wear it a little longer, right? He always had more clothes.

"...okay. It looks good... On you..."

[askladynoir]

Does chat do the dab

you fool. felix doesn’t dab. adrien will tho

[askladynoir]

*cough* your old gems AU *cough cough*

what a relic… do it

(M!A: LUCKY GEMS AU)

[askladynoir]

"Really, thank you for saving me, Chat Noir, but I just rolled my ankle, I think I can manage walking by myself..."

“No,” Chat answered in a beat. “your ankle is swollen. You shouldn’t be walking on it. I can take you home, really. Now shut up and let me help you.”

[parisianoriginal]

askladynoir:

“I don’t like normal,” Chat shrugs casually. “Normal is boring. I hate being boring. So if she’s able to throw me, it means she’s special. And yes, I know. Is that where you live?”

“Normal sounds pretty good to me. I know a lot of normal people who are pretty great.” She declared. “Tom and Sabine are my parents, we live in the apartment above with my little sister.”

[askladynoir]

"Really now? Like who?" He asks, bouncing over a chimney. "And that's nice. I've never had their product before."

[askladynoir]

"Really, thank you for saving me, Chat Noir, but I just rolled my ankle, I think I can manage walking by myself..."

“No,” Chat answered in a beat. “your ankle is swollen. You shouldn’t be walking on it. I can take you home, really. Now shut up and let me help you.”

[parisianoriginal]

askladynoir:

Chat huffs. “My Lady is perfect. Nothing about her is freakish. Now, if you please, give me your address.” His tail flicks in annoyance, before he shakes his head.

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, I’m just saying it’s not normal for a girl of her size and age range to be able to bench press a hundred pounds.” She shrugged, parroting back what her PE teacher had told her when she’d done it in class the week before. “Do you know Tom & Sabine’s Boulangerie Patisserie?”

[askladynoir]

"I don't like normal," Chat shrugs casually. "Normal is boring. I hate being boring. So if she's able to throw me, it means she's special. And yes, I know. Is that where you live?"

[askladynoir]

"Really, thank you for saving me, Chat Noir, but I just rolled my ankle, I think I can manage walking by myself..."

“No,” Chat answered in a beat. “your ankle is swollen. You shouldn’t be walking on it. I can take you home, really. Now shut up and let me help you.”

[parisianoriginal]

askladynoir:

Chat rolled his eyes. “For your information, she has indeed carried me like this, despite my protests. However, I’m a cat of my word.” He sighs, and places one arm under her legs and the other around her shoulders.

“Well you’re tall and gangly and probably much harder for a girl of average height to carry. Even if she does seem to have freakish upper body strength.” She pointed out, though she thought she may attempt to handle him more gently in the future.

[askladynoir]

Chat huffs. "My Lady is perfect. Nothing about her is freakish. Now, if you please, give me your address." His tail flicks in annoyance, before he shakes his head.

[askladynoir]

"Really, thank you for saving me, Chat Noir, but I just rolled my ankle, I think I can manage walking by myself..."

“No,” Chat answered in a beat. “your ankle is swollen. You shouldn’t be walking on it. I can take you home, really. Now shut up and let me help you.”

[parisianoriginal]

askladynoir:

“Would you rather I carry you differently?” Chat raises a brow. “Does it really matter as long as I get you home?”

“Yes!” She rolled her eyes, “Would you carry Ladybug around like this? No, you wouldn’t because no self respecting girl would let you get away with treating them like this. Hell, I’m not even going to. If you must carry me, do it nicely!”

[askladynoir]

Chat rolled his eyes. "For your information, she has indeed carried me like this, despite my protests. However, I'm a cat of my word." He sighs, and places one arm under her legs and the other around her shoulders.

[askladynoir]

"Really, thank you for saving me, Chat Noir, but I just rolled my ankle, I think I can manage walking by myself..."

“No,” Chat answered in a beat. “your ankle is swollen. You shouldn’t be walking on it. I can take you home, really. Now shut up and let me help you.”

[parisianoriginal]

“I’m aware that you can take me home, what I’m saying is don’t you have better things to do? The Akuma’s gone, so don’t you have a real life to get back to?” She demanded, “Do you even know where I live?”

[askladynoir]

“I have a life, but it’s not nearly as exciting as it is when I’m out here,” Chat replies, hoisting her up over his shoulder. “And no, but you can tell me.”

[parisianoriginal]

“… I can see that, in an awful, scary sort of way.” She made a loud sound of protest, “Well I’m not going to tell you shit if you continue to throw me around like a sack of potatoes!”

[askladynoir]

"Would you rather I carry you differently?" Chat raises a brow. "Does it really matter as long as I get you home?"

[askladynoir]

"Really, thank you for saving me, Chat Noir, but I just rolled my ankle, I think I can manage walking by myself..."

“No,” Chat answered in a beat. “your ankle is swollen. You shouldn’t be walking on it. I can take you home, really. Now shut up and let me help you.”

[parisianoriginal]

“I’m aware that you can take me home, what I’m saying is don’t you have better things to do? The Akuma’s gone, so don’t you have a real life to get back to?” She demanded, “Do you even know where I live?”

[askladynoir]

"I have a life, but it's not nearly as exciting as it is when I'm out here," Chat replies, hoisting her up over his shoulder. "And no, but you can tell me."

[askladynoir]

"Really, thank you for saving me, Chat Noir, but I just rolled my ankle, I think I can manage walking by myself..."

“No,” Chat answered in a beat. “your ankle is swollen. You shouldn’t be walking on it. I can take you home, really. Now shut up and let me help you.”

[fuckboimemes]

Send me ▲ for an aesthetic of your muse; Send me ♊ for a relationship aesthetic of our muses

[parisianoriginal]

💤- askladynoir

She could see his hands. Everything else was a blur, but his hands were clear as day. Black leather and wicked claws she’d never given much thought to before dripping with blood. He reached for her, claws dripping, her name on his lips and-

Bridgette jerked awake with a shriek, swatting wildly at the hand on her shoulder before the sleepy haze cleared from her eyes and she recognized the young man attached to the hand.

“F-Felix…”

[parisianoriginal]

askladynoir:

Felix simply let’s his free hand run through her hair, a motion he’d learned had calmed her down immensely. He could feel her pulse in her hand.

“Alright. Do you need me to stay awake until you go back to sleep?”

“I’ll be alright.” She assured him, not sure she would be able to sleep again with the dream still hanging over her, no more then a bad feeling now. She shifted, laying her head on his chest so she could hear his heart beat.

[askladynoir]

"If you say so," he yawns, and buries his face into her hair. "Goodnight. If you wake up again, I'll stay up with you. I promise."

[parisianoriginal]

🌛- askladynoir

🌛 YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP

Bridgette was almost asleep when she felt the bed dip under someone else’s weight. She felt his arms slip around her, cool skin pressing against her side where her shirt rode up, face burrowing at the nape of her neck. A lazy smile spread across her face.

“Hello.”

[askladynoir]

The best word Felix could use to describe himself: exhausted.

He half attempted to put his sleepwear on, in flannel pajama pants and shirtless, before half-tumbling into bed. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her neck, breathing in the lavender scent of her lotion.

"Hello."

[parisianoriginal]

💤- askladynoir

She could see his hands. Everything else was a blur, but his hands were clear as day. Black leather and wicked claws she’d never given much thought to before dripping with blood. He reached for her, claws dripping, her name on his lips and-

Bridgette jerked awake with a shriek, swatting wildly at the hand on her shoulder before the sleepy haze cleared from her eyes and she recognized the young man attached to the hand.

“F-Felix…”

[parisianoriginal]

askladynoir:

He took her hand carefully, pulling her to lay down once again. He was patient with her; it wasn’t her fault she kept having these, so he wouldn’t push. Besides, a therapist wouldn’t help them with what they’d seen. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, allowing him to pull her back down on the bed. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to push aside her feeling of foreboding. Gently she entwined her fingers with his.

“I’m sure. I don’t even remember the dream.”

[askladynoir]

Felix simply let's his free hand run through her hair, a motion he'd learned had calmed her down immensely. He could feel her pulse in her hand.

"Alright. Do you need me to stay awake until you go back to sleep?"