Nyello, I'm Dan and dansconcepts is me and my writing concepts. I'm in many fandoms and started out with Danganronpa-related drabbles, and will flip flop into different ones like Genshin Impact, Limbus Company, Percy Jackson, and Miraculous Ladybug whenever I feel like it. If I write about more I'll add them here. I would post on AO3 or make fanfics but those are for people who finish things and I don't finish things so... I'll leave them on here for whoever might appreciate them lol.
Feel free to filter accordingly fandom-wise (#danganronpa or #genshin impact or #pjo hoo toa or #miraculous ladybug) because it's gonna get random.
Some tags that might be of interest:
#drabbles
#my fics (fics I published on ao3)
#headcanons
#au lists (a list of things related to an au which can include headcanons but also not)
#talentswap au (as it says)
#quirky au (aka hajime as a RC student with something odd/quirky about him)
#diner au (DR!protags working at a diner)
#dangan impact au (dangan characters with visions)
#genshinronpa au (genshin characters in danganronpa/a killing game)
Aka the April Fools Update with spoilers and pictures for my own reference:
Why did I think going into this there wouldn't be a fight?
Okay but Faust-esque Don Quixote is slaying though and I really like the little adjustments to their sprites, it's quite fun and these are just my personal favourites:
My friend sent me an image of this Mersault pose and it persuaded me to update Limbus- RODYA LETTING MEURSAULT SLAY IG LMAOAO
And of course I'm not gonna get over the coolest of hearing the voice actors dipping into another's role it's so fun to hear and the adjustments in the battleeeee AHHH and the COLOURFUL EFFECTS
Imagine being in the universe where Sinclair would chop you up with his axe
There's definitely fic potential in making this an unironic reality and making some scenes with it
THE CRYING STAGGER SPRITE OF HEATHCLIFF HAHA
NOT MEPHISTOPHELES HITTING LIKE A TRUCK AND THEN BOOM iT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM
CHARONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NVM I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHARON? (and yes I'm playing the update as I type) OMG
Been a hot minute again but I'm back to revive this account because of Limbus Company's April Fools update and I'm a huge fan of the silliness hAHA so spoilers of me just talking about it below:
I live and breathe the new icon real-estate bc of their personality swaps and so this'll be littered with them
And when Don Quixote was revealed to be Faust I nearly lost my shit that was so funny
FAUST BEING ACTUALLY CONCERNED BY THE IDEA OF BEING IN DON QUIXOTE'S BODY FOREVER IS SO VALID
And I just got to the part where Faust was going to be considered a laughingstock over this and i do want to clarify that i am laughing not at her but at the bizarreness of the situation in general
Outis coaching Yi Sang to be assertive and loud is me trying to talk and my friends encouraging me
Dante, you may be in hell but this is the most hilarious thing I've ever seen HAHAA
As someone who hasn't traversed past Ishmael's boss I'm so out of the loop but I don't mind spoilers so we go brrr over this update
I'm going to be haunted by Sinclair-esque Heathcliff holy shit and also SMUG CHARON
Or Adrien gets his hair dyed by everyone's fav guitarist (this is shamelessly Lukadrien fluff).
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"Are you sure about this, Adrien?" The blonde nods. Luka continues to strum his hands through his (soon to not fully be!) blond hair, humming his acknowledgement. He chuckles under his breath.
“What’s so funny?” Adrien asks, but his smile is wide. It’s silent for a few minutes, with Luka grabbing a fistful of his hair gently, before replying, “I was pretty surprised by how soft your hair was.” He confesses.
Adrien shrugs. “I’m a model. Not that it’s a requirement, but too many ads seem to emphasize how soft my hair is or whatever, so it is what it is.”
The musician hums once more before he feels the bristles of a comb being moved up and down rhythmically.
“I think it’s kind of strange...?” Adrien continues, “I don’t mind though. I do like my hair looking and feeling nice. But…” He motions his hand in a circle around his face. “I think it would look nicer if it was a little messier, you know?”
He can’t help but grin a little evilly at that one. An inside joke only he and his kwami would have.
A soft pat on his head is his only warning before his head shakes under the weight of Luka’s hand. He can feel the laughter welling inside him as he chuckles loudly, feeling light even as his product-filled hair is un-modelfied. Hell, if anything, that’s probably his favourite fact about all this.
“Lu-ka!” He yelps, but he’s grinning wildly.
At the sound of his name, he’s suddenly turned around by the shoulders and held under the scrutiny of Luka’s gaze and his calloused hands.
Blue eyes meet green. “...Interesting.” Luka murmurs.
His hands rub his neck almost instinctively under the sudden spotlight. “Is that a good thing?”
Luka’s serene smile widens. “It’s different.”
“I ask one question and get an unrelated answer.” He teases playfully. “What, chat got your tongue?” He almost purrs, lips spilled out in a manner almost vindictive, if it weren’t for the creases along his eyes.
He gets a surprised expression as a response, and he pulls away immediately.
Sorry. Is ready to spill from his mouth.
Why did he think he could get away with acting like that?
“You know,” Luka interrupts. He looks more pensive than upset, but he can never be too sure. His pale lips are pressed together in this way he’s sure meant something. Impatience, maybe?
“You sounded almost exactly like Chat Noir there.” Teal eyes roam over his body from head to toe. Luka nods to himself, affirming something with the quick check. “Look like him, even.”
He can say does that mean I look pawsitively handsome?
Instead- because unlike Ladybug thinks, he’s not entirely impulsive- he spits out, “What can I say? I’m a fan.” which, okay, not that much better, but better than nothing.
Luka seems to step out of his stupor and nods at him. He takes a few seconds to just blink at him, for another reason he doesn't know yet.
“I am too.”
And Adrien's cognizance has left the station. He laughs nervously, and he hopes the half-baked "ha. Ha. Ha." doesn't show through, but he does sound like he's uncomfortable. He instinctively winces. Luka seems to take pity on him and softens. Gently, he twists Adrien back around before chiming, "Now time to get your hair tipped and you can tell me all about being such a Chat Noir fan, Adrien."
He could not be any more glad he wasn't facing the musician anymore.
It would've been too dist-cat-ing.
He could hear Ladybug's familiar groan in his head and even he could concede that one was pretty clawful.
"What's there to talk about? I just think he's the cat's meow. Wouldn't you agree?"
Luka gently massaged his hair and if he were Chat, he swears he would've started purring. Instead, he leans into the soft touch.
"Adrien." Luka calls out, soft, but firm. "I'll need you to be a little more still than that so I can apply the bleach."
The boy in question turns around slowly to notice black-painted nails dangling a brush a few centimetres away from a dish. He chuckles, embarrassed.
"Oh, sorry."
Luka chuckles. "It's cute. You're like an affectionate kitten. But do try to keep your head facing the front, hm?"
He nods a little too enthusiastically on his part, and the chk-chk-trk of the foil around him gave him all the warning he needed not to melt. He did want to get that tipped hair, after all.
Even if father won't approve.
But he trusts Luka. It’s only temporary, even if it lasts a while. At least he could do his own hints of rebellion the Adrien Agreste way (since he certainly won't be telling his father about Chat Noir’s way...).
Almost too soon, it’s over. His hair was painted and it was left to dry after a whole blow drying session. And good riddance, he's gotta admit. He was kind of getting a little antsy, because even with modelling he can at least have some sense of mobility, but really, one hour compared to a few and a cool new look? Definitely one of the better trade offs he's ever gotten out of sitting still.
"There. It's not completely dry yet, but what do you think of it so far?" His temporary hairstylist of the day asks.
"Hmm. I don't know. Think you have a mirror I could use to actually see it?" He replies snarkily with a shit-eating grin. It just came out, but he doesn't try to hide it anymore. He catches Luka's eye briefly as Luka steps around him, his lips pulled into a smirk.
"Gotcha. Just give me a sec!" The musician yells out as he rummages through his cupboards, before finally pulling out a quaint mirror with a black cat-themed rim.
"Huh. You really are a Chat Noir fan." Adrien muses nonchalantly, but internally preens at the sight.
Luka laughs it off easily with a fond look at the object (or at least, he's pretty sure that was what it was) before explaining, "Heh. Juleka got it for me as a joke."
"Do you treat it as a joke?" He replies. He swallows, hoping to ignore how his voice sounded like a kicked puppy just then and the thought of the object being used to make fun of his superhero persona.
"Of course not. It's probably one of the silliest gifts, but not meaningless to me." The mainly-black haired boy defends immediately. The now-partly blond boy's shoulders relax at the quick admission. "Although, the green doesn't match my aesthetic nearly as well as the black does."
"I don't know, I think black, blue and green could go really well together."
He thinks of Viperion's costume, and despite the blazing face he gets whenever he thinks about it, it's an image that supports his argument well.
"I suppose you're right. But pink and yellow make a beautiful combination too, Adrien. You were right to pick it."
Jade eyes dart toward the mirror. His eyes settle on the foreign colour in his hair and his heart stutters.
"Whoa..." He exclaims, openly admiring how his yellow locks are complimented nicely by the soft, strawberry pink Luka picked out.
"This is awesome, thanks Luka!"
"No trouble at all, Adrien. This was… calming... to do."
Marinette's Long-Convoluted Plan to Help Lila Learn Who She Really Is Even If It Really Is Just Being A Liar And Maybe Be Her Friend?
AKA a long title because I think Marinette would and also because this was how I called it in my document and I found that insanely funny.
This IS meant to be Lilanette-coded but it's subtle and conceptual, very much a set-up than anything substantial (much like this drabble). No particular timeline here except maybe after her season 1 appearance to early season 2.
This wasn't a part of her plans.
She twisted every little fact to obey her whims, even though she wasn't even trying too hard. Was she really a good liar if she just strung words together that no one really looked into? Must be her pretty face that did all the work on that one.
She knew that too. Look where that got her.
How she managed to look her in the eye and feel anything but contempt is nothing short of a miracle.
She could feel her own face warm, for fuck's sake! Merda!
It wasn't fair at all. She wasn't supposed to look like an adorable mess every morning, she wasn't supposed to have her sickened by her own bullshit, and she wasn't supposed to despise and depend on pointed words like it was her only lifeline.
With every lie, she felt it weigh and start to crush her. First, it was her mentality. It threatened to consume her and drown her in its depths. Then, it was her appearance. The way she couldn't force herself to keep up her makeup routine anymore and revealing the bags underneath, her wigs and contacts being a muddled mess on the floor- all of it becoming an effort she didn't want to bother extending anymore, shallow as her motivations were.
And she was there, sneaking glances at how decrepit she began to look. She watched how her silence began to outweigh the times she filled the air with her bragging.
"Um. Mon Dieu, this is so stupid, why am I even trying?!" Marinette, not-so-subtly whisper-screamed at herself. Lila only stared at her, already thinking how this would be the nail on the head to cause her to leave and finally be gone.
"Hey." The girl, finally done with her self-discussion, attempted to smile at her. It had way too much teeth.
What is she trying to do? Lila sighed.
"Marinette." She stated, neither particularly pointed or enthusiastic. Instead of doing much of anything, she glanced down. She offered no follow-up questions either, which explained why "her" class president seemed to freeze up for a minute.
Marinette recovered though, just like she expected her to. "Lila." She said, with the same deadpan as her. She was on a mission, the liar could tell. But for what? Was she actually concerned… about her? No, she hated her too much for that.
"I noticed you've been a little… weird? Lately? If that makes sense?"
Usually painted lips, now chapped, turned up into a half-hearted smirk. "Why? Is it because I'm not really lying anymore about being a friend of a celebrity or a humanitarian contributing to charity? Lying isn't my only personality trait you know-"
"It sure seems like it does." Blue eyes glared at her. "Because you've been lying about being okay."
Oh.
"And I think that means something." Marinette confesses, and she looks dead on at her, searching for something. Probably her soul. Probably for something in her cold, dead heart. Probably a flicker of some kind of remorse for her cruelty, or something typical like that.
She knows she could question it. Parrot her words and mock them, twist them to cement her already terrible- and nonetheless true- image of her in her mind, stomping the clear olive branch being reached out to her.
She whispers, defeated, instead. "Why?"
Instantly, that response seems to strengthen the girl in front of her, her spine straightening and causing her to take just one step into her direction a little more.
"I want to talk about it with you, if you'd like."
"No." She spits out. As if Lila would take that hint to her already diminished pride.
But the girl in front of her has a sparkle in her eyes, as if the tiny word hid affirmation instead.
"You know, I'm not doing this just so you can abuse me. You're going to have to put your own work into this too, you know."
Lila glares. There’s gotta be something to all this. Marinette meets her eyes easily.
"I am, in fact, here because 'our' friends were concerned about you, since they all still believe you're a saint-" She knew it! Even if, for some reason, a flash of something squeezed her heart at the admission, "-but that doesn't mean I'm leaving with my job technically done now. I'm not leaving you alone, Lila.
I don't think we're going to even last as friends, or anything. I know you think I have some saviour complex or something. I don't really care about saving you, you know, but…" She tugs at her pigtails a little, and is pink dusting her face? "I think you could save yourself, and I wanna be there to remind you you could."
Something about that admission stirs something in her. She lets out a gust of air to blow a fake strand of hair out of her face. "Not going to tell me that I can be a good person if I try?"
Marinette hums thoughtfully. "Well, regardless on whether I believe that's true or not-" Lila mentally supplies, you definitely don't, but keeps silent. "I think I'd like to see who you are, for a change. Beyond all the lies. After all, 'lying isn't your only personality trait', right?"
Her smile now, it's real. And just a little bit, there's a coy shine to it.
She wants to sigh again, but instead, her lips form automatically for her in the opposite direction, just a tiny bit.
Maybe this is the moment she could say she started to feel anything. Maybe this is the moment she'll look back on in the future and say "Even then, I knew I was in love with her".
In this moment, though, she gulped and stared back at midnight blue eyes. "Don't expect anything much from me, but… I could try."
The shine remained. "I figured that much."
Then, Marinette closed the distance from her step on the stairs to her, running over to her and clasping her hand. She barely managed to let out a "Wha-?!" in response to the sudden contact before she was staggering upwards in her heels.
Finally catching her bearings, she catches Marinette's squeaked, "S-sorry! I didn't mean to do that so suddenly, I just-"
Lila puffed, but a smile danced on her lips instead of the lie usually on display. I could get used to this feeling. "You're really affectionate, I know." She lets out a long-drawn, exaggerated sigh. "I signed up for this, didn't I? Goodness."
She feels more than merely sees the frown overtaking Marinette's features.
"I didn't mean anything much by it." She admits.
The responding wink she gets back is humiliating. "I know."
"Come on. Let's get going." She says, and Lila tries to ignore that she was dragged away, because she needed to compute the fact she was already getting a taste of what true friendship could look like, and she was already addicted to it.
Thus, it began. Marinette's Long-Convoluted Plan to Help Lila Learn Who She Really Is Even If It Really Is Just Being A Liar And Maybe Be Her Friend? commenced.
And if something more happens? Well… that definitely wasn’t planned.
this post made me remember when I had belief in Lila redemption-wise and a comic I once read about her really liking marinette and trying to be her friend
Like I mourn it a little sometimes but this is nice to see lMOAOAOAOA
This Scarlet Lady AU is such nice copium from canon (even though I do still enjoy it in my own way!)
i was today years old when i learned that adrien liking physics and science or something like that was a fanon thing, like I must've made false memories because i couldve sworn adrien likes physics so omg
i could've sworn i remember some moment in the show (i'd have to rewatch everything now) where he said he liked it or was good at it (im pretty sure thats canon, at least? maybe?) BUT I WAS WRONGNNGNGNGNNGNGNG BC THE EVIDENCE IS NON-EXISTENT
Bc Loveybug is such a cute cute cute idea and I wanna create some stuff but we start with brainstorming my interpretation (I love seeing all the different interpretations) because of course.
I really wanna see what would happen if Adrien had to choose the Ladybug miraculous (although bad idea as it is) and I really feel like Adrien would choose Marinette despite her previous insistence on not being a good enough hero hero and being "easily exposed" as Multimouse ("I don't know Plagg, she really would be great at this! She's the most creative person I know. I really think she deserves a second shot. She would do a great job as Ladybug- although no one's better than her." And cue Plagg being like: Kid please. And also cue Marinette, a bit later, being given back the earrings and going "W-what am I supposed to do now?!"
Also, I do like the idea of flirty or just unshamelessly open about her feelings Marinette as Lovey, but also consider how she would do quite literally anything for the people she loves and gets kinda silly around those she has a crush on, and I wanna hone in on a Loveybug who's really big on gift giving (she makes so much stuff for everyone omg, the rest of the team is constantly given food or little trinkets to keep in their suits) and acts of service. Or even just consider Loveybug + love languages (she'll be so committed to trying every single one until she nails it on the head on how best to show appreciation for someone). I think as Lovey, her most prominent way to show love is through her support and devotion. So she's open-hearted until she's proven wrong in doing so. Essentially: she's loving and loveable.
In battle, that's very prominent. Her heart's on her sleeve. She has an enhanced attentiveness to the emotions that may have caused an akuma, willing to hear them out before needing to fight (will only stay on the defensive until all other methods are exhausted), being gentle to sentimonsters and giving her farewells to them, and sticks around to offer some kind words and a little gift to victims or a hug (she always asks first) after purifying the butterfly.
I imagine an average encounter with Chat (not Cat Walker because that's gonna be a separate thing ;>) to be a mixture of flirting (mostly on Chat's end, but we all know Mari can match it so easily) and a bunch of affectionate touches. Touch-starved Adrien would MELT. And Lovey would never miss a chance to tell him he's done something great or cool. She would be playfully swooning at him and everything.
Once Cat Walker's there, she's tentatively affectionate and flirty before realizing Cat Walker responds positively to casual touches and hugs better. His gentlemanly nature and reservedness does make her back off slightly. Although, as she falls deeper, she can't help her increased affection with silly lil ploys to achieve touch (i.e. Cat Walker catching her or holding her). Her being both purposefully clumsy and then the one time she's actually clumsy that causes Cat Walker to be like: Oh no, she's cute.
There's also the immense amount of angst potential, because yknow: love is beautiful, but it can also hurt. Marinette deffo knows that so damn well. She's constantly positive about it, until she sees something like someone getting broken up with, and she'll be very empathetic. Being cheated on, an unrivalled fury. Falling out of love with someone?
Oh.
Oh.
Chat notices Lovey leaning against a balcony's railing. She greets him with a grin, but her eyes are so, so sad as she gazes back at the Paris landscape.
Chat: Lovey? Is everything okay?
Lovey: ...
She sneaks a glance at him, with a look he can't decipher, before letting out a sigh.
Lovey: I think- I think I'm falling out of love with him.
Lovey: Did I even love him at all?
Chat, coming up next to her: What makes you think that?
Lovey: I've fallen in love with someone else! How could I have done that?! How could I have dared to-?!
Chat: Lovey, stop. What makes you think you don't love him anymore?
Lovey: Because- because.
Chat: Do you dislike him? Are you annoyed with him? Have you stopped wanting to be around him?
Lovey: I- no, but...
Chat: You can love multiple people, you know that. There's nothing wrong with it.
Lovey: Not like this!
Chat: Just use communication, lovely bug. Just communicate how you feel. That's how relationships are, right? Communicating.
Lovey looks at the guy she's in love with, and turns back to a billboard to see her first love, the love she still loves. She lifts the gloved hand clutching hers, kissing it gently in gratitude: Yeah, you're right. You always know the right thing to say.
A Multitude of Resets (And In This One He Gets A Much Needed, Much Deserved Hug)
Another Aspik & Multimouse drabble with some angst and hurt/comfort below the cut.
It wasn't him who understood. He was on the verge of confusion every time. But always, as a constant, there were the stutters and there was the trust. He found it right when he wasn't sure what was wrong.
All he knew was that he trusted her. And that was enough.
Yet it crumbled from his fingers- in the way a Cataclysm did to mere objects- flaking into the wind uncontrollably, because what control can one have when the unthinkable happens?
Of course, he had to be quick again. He couldn't keep himself mourning. But he can now.
#303,117.
There was a flash of light before he let himself shake. Just for now. Just because.
He can hear the murmurs of confusion around him, and the whispers of "What's wrong?", but he ignores all of it. They don't stop. He tries to get himself together, but he's going to need a couple… who knows, honestly.
"Aspik?" She asks. Framed in blue and adorned with pink, her frown deepens. He swore to himself he wouldn't do this to her again.
But of course he's made hundreds of exceptions that he may as well accept his new normal. He can't deal with this properly. Distant images and words have become obscured over time. Mentally, he can't imagine how old he must be right now, witnessing this girl's death over and over again with the power of changing it, but not the influence to actually do so.
"Marinette." He breathes. Her sapphire eyes stare back at him, assessing, collecting, and then widening.
Was she… perturbed?
...Disturbed?
Of course, he hasn't exactly looked in a mirror lately. He hasn't had enough time to do so (and ha, the irony of that. Being timeless is so funny).
He faces her again. Her bubblegum face remains as it was- bubblegum. Before, that used to comfort him, but time and time again, there was a satisfaction in flustering someone normally so confident to become as red as watermelon. He wasn't so sure when the shift was. But he'd been so delighted that Ladybug was finally giving him the time of day at the time, yet he couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to periwinkle scarves and fuschia roses even with that fact.
And now here he was. Putting her in danger. Again.
He would've tried to just… remove the miraculous around his wrist right now, but, he was so scared of being unable to go back in case something went wrong.
So many things went wrong.
It spikes through him- that no, no, no. That nauseating force pulled him back from delivering that penalty. That final, irreversible verdict.
...Even now, it happens. But he knows why. He spent 5 minutes for him just gathering himself. And in spite of that, he still think he's going to need a little more than that.
He tries to smile at Marinette as best as he could, taking in her worried expression despite the fact that it's her who meets an untimely demise. It's her and he still hasn't figured much out about why, only the multitudes of how resonating in his skull and overlapping, but not giving him the comfort (or torture?) of every single detail, down to every last action he did.
It was like every choice he made was automated for a tragic end. But he couldn't afford that. There was a reason she asked him to use it for a second time. There was a reason he accepted it.
For her. And for her.
White obscures his vision again, but colour erupts soon enough. Silver with blush-colored accented strips.
Multimouse. Marinette. Blue adorned with pink.
"Aspik. H-hey." She waves awkwardly into his face. She didn't have to move her hand so close, but he couldn't help how his lips turned upward. Clumsy, even in these little actions. It was undeniably adorable.
"Hey, um, are you okay? You look a little…"
Haunted? His mind supplies. Tormented? Traumatized?
"...shaken." She settles with. Her eyes marginally soften. Wow, how impossible it is for her to hide her worry, no matter whether she's in costume or out. Her compassion and concern for him is something he will never stop appreciating. He really feels like he needs the emotional attention, even if it's at her own expense.
However, he doesn't want to lose much time now. Although he did already take a while here.
He knows what he's about to do.
His arms wrap around her tightly, almost constricting, afraid to let go. He'll be able to tell when 5 minutes are up, anyway. He'll let himself savour this for now.
He'll actually tell her next reset.
"A-Aspik?" She squeaks. Just like her miraculous. A cute little mouse. Mousinette. Hmm. He may start calling her that as Chat. It'd be a shame to waste a cute nickname, even if it's only Chat who could really use it without revealing his identity. Identities?
She sighs, and he could feel it, before also feeling the pats on his scaly back. "You went through a lot, didn't you?" He nods simply.
"Okay, okay. Just talk to me next reset, please? A plan and all that." He nods again, not really ready to think about the weight weighing on him, and focusing on the here and now, right where bluebells rang and sang, clutching him closely. If he were Chat right now, he'd be purring and nuzzling. As it is, he's a snake. Being the boa constrictor will have to do.
Or, a drabble just imagining Ladybug and Chat Noir posing for a magazine (and it being the funniest thing in my head) -> The Ladynoir brainrot is strong in this one (I was an OG fan of Marichat but Ladynoir grew on me so immensely and wholly and I will never get over them). Also, I know nothing about photoshoots! I spitballed a lil scene, so hope you found this as fun to read as it was to write :>
"Ladybug! Chat Noir!" He shouts, snapping his fingers rapidly in the superhero's faces. "I have a vis-i-ohn and it needs to be parfait!"
The spotted hero only sighs as the man begins to settle his camera in the stand a few feet away from her and Chat, whilst her ears hear the squeak squeak squeak of tiny wheels carrying a large, white sheet, with two people on each respective side to keep it in check.
She turns to Chat Noir, hoping to find some solidarity in her exasperation, but finds him surprisingly still and expectant. For what, she isn't exactly sure. But whatever it is, he doesn't seem thrilled about it, physically displaying his displeasure with tightened lips and crossed arms over his leather-clad chest.
Dust obscures his vision of her partner, and it tears her focus away. Yuck, was it in her mouth? She can feel the particles on her tongue, for crying out loud!
She groans, feeling absolutely terrible as she realises the powder is on her face and a probable makeup artist is moving in front of her, an easy few centimetres taller than her.
"Hey-!" She can't help but muster, but that causes her to breathe, and she interrupts herself with her own coughing fit.
"Oh milady, to think you'd be a natural model, what with how beautiful you are." Chat's voice lilts playfully. She can just imagine him bow, standing proper and precise, that small smirk on his lips, and a suave wink directed right at her...
Her face explodes at the thought, and now she's incredibly thankful for the layers of whatever the hell was put on her for what should've been a simple pose for the magazine. Why did she agree to this again? Even Chat didn't seem all for it, with his eyes dulled even as he teased, "Posing...? Piece of cake! I've certainly got the cat walk down!"
There was a certain shimmer in his eyes when he said that last bit, his grin becoming something the Cheshire cat would envy.
She sighs internally before shooting back at the same smile once more, "Can it, kitty. I didn't realize we'd be splashed with makeup on us!"
She can hear his dismissive shrug. "Eh, all part of the biz."
The snort escapes her too quickly for her to stop. "And what would you know about the biz, Chat?"
"You know me Ladybug, I practically am the biz. Have you seen these?" He flexes proudly, even causing someone to swoon audibly from afar. "I'm a full-time model, 24/7."
Reflexively, her blue eyes roll, ignoring the not-so-foreign flares of irritation igniting in her.
Even though she knew he was joking, she couldn't help but think that it would explain his ego if he is a model. He certainly has the looks for it.
She freezes.
Marinette! She screams at herself.
Please! Stop! Talking!
She pauses, more pensive.
Thinking?
"Hey, LB, you alright over there? You look worried." Chat scans her face, not seeming sure what he's looking for, but gazing at her anyway.
GAH!!!!!!!!!!
"Yepyepyep." She repeats, a little too Marinette-like for her liking, but not too unusual for her partner to see, although rare it may be. The makeup artist in front of her is looking at her funny though, what with their eyebrow raised, and she's too reminded of the fact that it's not only her and her partner in the room.
A familiar chill seizes her, and she lets it take over.
"Now c'mon Chat, we've got a photo to be taken. The only thing I'm worried about is whether or not you'd be able to sit still."
Her partner scoffs, a different smile adorning his face. A little more sad, and a lot more foreboding. She doesn't like it.
"I'm better at this than you think." He says, lacking the cockiness she expected to hear. Her head stills.
"Alright!" The photographer shouts, stopping her before she can even realize she was planning something to begin with, and starts directing them on his general wishes and vision.
"Just be natural. Cool. Collected. Like the revered superheroes you are!" He summarizes, and her partner seems to move as if that was a signal, or something. What's she supposed to do? What pose do they want? What looks cool??? She's only ever done stuff in the heat of the moment! How does Chat know where to move his limbs? WHAT ARE LIMBS?!?!?!
She sends a desperate look that hopes screams for her at Chat, and just like she knew he would, he gets the memo. The green lenses hold onto her gaze, and he holds out a hand with a smile. "C'mon, milady, you've gotta smile! Or don't smile!" He whips his head around to their photographer. "Or would you like to see a mix of both? Purrrrr-omise both'll come out great!"
"Natural would be bellissimo!"
"How about this-?" He does a dramatic turn around, a suave flash of a grin at the camera. "or this-!" Turns himself back around, baton now in hand and cocking a hip. "or even this!" He backflips and balances on his baton and a single arm, his body completely straight like a tower. His head peeks out, grinning at the camera.
God, silly kitty. She can't help the laugh tumbling out.
"There you go." Chat smiles, standing upright again. "Relax, LB, you look cool no matter what you do."
Her lips are pulling upward way too much, but she can't seem to feel the pain when she just feels so light. "Yeah, I certainly could do better than that little show, kitty." She boops him teasingly.
"Always knew you could, m'lady."
Chat gets into position, lowering himself into a pose she's quite familiar with, a claw on the ground while he stretches his other leg out, a smile on his lips. She crouches down along with him, yoyo in hand and arm in between, filled with an unyielding determination.
Flashes temporarily blind them and they hear, "STUNNING! Absolutely STUNNING!"
They hold the pose for a few more clicks, until, "I would love some standing poses now with that same energy!"
She chances a look at Chat, who is already looking right at her. "Think you could handle it, bugaboo?"
With you by my side, I could do anything, she thinks. "Easily." She grins.
Lil Bonus:
"H-huh?! Where are all these photos from?! I don't even remember hearing the flashes when that happened!" Marinette cries out in despair at the pictures on her desktop.
Tikki just chomps on a cookie.
"What am I gonna do, Tikki?!" She groans.
She eyes her kwami, who just chews pensively. Tikki eats every crumb, swallowing, before finally turning to her chosen.
"I think it's pretty cute, don't you?"
She looks back to her screen. It's coated in pictures, like a collage, of her superherosona smiling and laughing, with Chat Noir right beside her, looking at her like she's the best thing that's ever happened to him.
"Yeah." She voices out, softly. "Yeah, they're pretty great, huh?"
Other Lil Bonus:
There's a beep on his phone, and his screen lights up, saying it's from Nino.
DUDE, did u see the new photos? like sorry bro, but u don't got a CHANCE.
Photos? He sends back. What would he care about some photos? Does he have competition of some kind? Not that he cares, and he knows Nino knows he isn't invested in his modelling. The only thing Nino could possibly be talking about is Ladybug, but he hasn't had photos with Ladybug except for that sorta official photoshoot he did with her as Chat Noir. Did Nino really think he'd get upset by that? They were pretty professional the whole time... But Nino's always been a little concerned about him after revealing he was in love with a superhero, especially since he didn't know about his very valid reasons for being so...
All he gets is a link with the expected headline about "Ladybug and Chat Noir Photoshoot Photos", quickly followed up by:
mec if u need me im right here
"What the heck is Nino talking about?" He mutters to himself, before clicking the link. Of course, he gets the expected photos.
"Oh hey, we really look like the cat's meow, ay Plagg?"
Plagg just eats camembert but does let out a huff he assumes is amused at his joke.
He scrolls some more before-
Oh.
Oh.
His lady's face, ever so ungracefully having her head thrown back while his cat self watches on with fondness. He remembers that look, and her playful swats at him, and the softness in her eyes, and to see it cemented permanently through a camera lens-
"I NEED THESE EVERYWHERE, STAT."
Later, Nino will be confused when finding an Adrien the next day who's smiling like a loon- an expression he knows only comes out when he's at his happiest. When asked, Adrien easily brushes him off, even walking with a pep in his step. Once in class, Nino can see his wallpaper changed to the couple he should've despised. He will gaze back at his phone, staring at his most recent text from his best bud, as if it would give him all the answers for Adrien's strange, non-heartbroken behaviour:
"Aspik, come on! Catch me if you can!" She yells, tail swishing against the rush of the wind. It was exhilarating, liberating, and she wondered if this is a feeling Chat Noir felt often (as Ladybug, it was harder to appreciate the breeze. It was harder to appreciate anything, really. It was like everything needed strict professionalism and she wondered why, as Multimouse, this felt different).
"You think you're getting away? I never let my prey sssslip past me." Aspik hissed. He was somewhere on the ground, scanning the rooftops for the sign of a grey mouse. She giggled, delighted at this information. (Good thing she was hiding behind a wall, with him none the wiser)
"Was that a pun?" She mock-gasped. For him, she knew that her voice could be heard in multiple directions, as she instructed her other selves to do. She saw her opening when his back turned, his eyes searching for the true source.
With the speed and dexterity that only a mouse could have, she scurried straight towards him, jumping high enough to land on his shoulder. She hoped the momentum of it would result in a perfect backflip, but (much to her surprise, which, given her history, she probably should've guessed sooner) she stumbled instead.
Either intentionally or as a reflex (when it comes to Aspik, it's really hard to tell), Aspik's hands immediately had a vice-like grip on her ankles, resulting in her staying firmly in place on his shoulders.
“Oh, that sucks. I even had this whole elaborate plan and now I’ve been caught.” She pouted, crossing her arms and laying them on his head.
“Don’t be ssso sssurprised, mouse. I alwaysss get my prey, you know.”
He smiled brightly and she felt herself do the same (I mean, it’s Adrien, he’s the literal embodiment of sunshine, how can she not).
“Are you saying you’ll always catch me, Asssspik?” She hisses the s with a small teasing grin.
(His eyes go soft all of a sudden, in a way that only Adrien Agreste can ever manage. Oh, my heart please still). “Alwayssss, mouse.”
I haven't been on here in a long time since I'm flighty with motivation. I did recently get back into the Miraculous Ladybug fandom after I watched some episodes with my friends (we were waiting for the Arcane update and decided to shoot the shit which became a whole accidental revival) and absolutely got sucked back into the wonderful world that is Miraculous. Don't know if I'll be writing or posting anything much but deffo going to be sharing some old stuff I wrote and mostly because I recently learned about Loveybug (aka literally an hour ago) and now I want some behemoth fic about all their identities and them just falling in love with each other in every single one and GAH I know that'd be TOTALLY messy but I!!! Am!!! In!!! Brainrot!!! I also just watched ML: London AND YES I'M LATE BUT OMG. IF THIS SHOW DOESN'T END NEXT SEASON WITH LILA/CERISE/WHOEVER SHE OUGHTA BE OUT OF THEIR LIVES AND THEM BEING HAPPY IM SISKSKSKALALAKAKAKAOALALALAOA.
Anyways yeah I'll be posting for a bit about Miraculous :> for funsies
Been awhile (school) but I want to start posting a little more regularly so I'm gonna participate in the #flufftober2024 event (@flufftober)! It's currently October 1st for me rn (it's nearly the end of the day oopsie) and the first prompt is "Lost Pet Meet Cute". My friend gave me the idea to interpret this a little different by making them as "pets" and I thought that'd be pretty funny. Just know what really hooked me was the idea of writing a Hamster Chiaki. SHE'D BE SO TINY SO CUTE I LOVE HER AODIFHPEIOAWRHPIODAFSHOAERW. It's been a while since I wrote so this is crack treated seriously.
The German Shepherd tenses at the news, eyeing the taller brown dog. “There’s a pet missing in the neighbourhood?”
Hajime hums affirmatively. “They’re around my area, whoever they are, but I wouldn’t mind another look out.”
He nods decisively. This is what he’s made for. “I can definitely help. What does the pet look like?”
The other dog itches at his ear with his hind legs. “Apparently some really fluffy all-white cat.” His head turns, as if trying to remember something. “I was told by a friend they went missing.”
“I’d like to talk to the witnesses to help narrow down the search, and I’ll spread the word.”
Hajime’s tail wags and Shuichi politely doesn’t point it out, but feels pleased to make the other- who’s usually more serious- happy. “Thanks Shuichi.”
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How hard can finding an all-white cat be? Turns out, very. It’s almost surprising, what places are actually all white. He’s never really noticed it before, but he’s never needed to even know this information until realizing the walls barricading human territory is light-coloured. The places a cat can reach are equally as endless. At this rate, will they ever find them? They weren’t in the park, they’re not in the place Mikan and the rest’s owners live, and Fuyuhiko told him they’re not in his territory either.
So stuck in his musings, he doesn’t hear the small squeaks from up above, high up on a wall. “Hajime?” The tiny thing muses. They’re not heard. She tries again. “Hajime.”
And again, no response.
She looks around, but there’s nothing else she can use to get his attention. That leaves only one option. She steps a little backwards, giving herself a running start, before throwing herself off the ledge. The swish in the air finally catches the Doberman’s attention.
“CHIAKI!” He barks. She lands softly on his back, so he’s unable to move too erratically. “Are you alright?!?!?”
The hamster rubs at her eyes with small pink paws. “Yeah, I’m fine. You just weren’t listening, and I’m a little too sleepy.”
“That’s not an excuse! What did you need to tell me that made you jUMP OFF A LEDGE?!”
“I heard something about the missing white cat, I think. Kokichi mentioned it.”
He growls. “That rat?”
“He’s a fellow rodent, so be nice Hajime, don’t be speciesist.” She yawns. “And yeah, just keep going that way, you’ll find him, probably. His name is Nagito.”
Important information delivered, she burrows herself further into his fur. She chirps, tuning out the sounds of “that way? What way? Chiaki? Chiaki-?!”
And Hajime is now the only one left awake. Wonderful. He can’t fault her though, she’s always needed frequent naps. Well, at least he has a direction. A rough direction, but a direction. He sighs fondly at the hamster on his back and immediately heads off forward, which is probably what Chiaki meant. Or so he hopes.
They pass by the humans’ territory. The sun beats down. It’s been a while of walking forward, with thoughts of seeing white blurbs in the corner of his eye.
“Hi, what are you doing?”
He yelps loudly.
“Why is everyone sneaking up on me? I’m really not this ba-”
A flash of white fills his peripherals. His jaw drops.
It’s an all-white cat. Their fur is pointed in all sorts of directions, it’s crazy.
“I asked a question. Should I not have disturbed you? My apologies, I can leave-” The cat actually does as it says, ready to turn with a swish of their tail.
“Wait! Don’t just do that! I’ve been looking for you!”
The cat blinked. “Me? What are you looking for me for?”
“Y-you’ve been missing!”
“Missing? Huh? I told Kokichi I was saying hello to a friend…”
“It’s been days!”
I love the power of developing your own AU because it can be as self-indulgent as you want.
i.e. While fleshing out alternate talents for some of the characters, had the idea to take Sayaka Maizono's self-proclaimed "psychic" line and have it treated seriously, so she's the Ultimate/SHSL Fortune Teller in my AU. And I imagine a spinoff where the only reason this AU is non-despair is because Sayaka had predicted the potential for despair and helped prevent it (and it isn't Junko- who's the Ultimate Actress in this AU, with Mukuro being the Ultimate Imposter- but a Reserve Course Makoto who's going through it).
Also I think I'm so funny, I find nothing more hilarious than Miu being the Ultimate Accountant. Yes you may flame me for it HAHA but I WILL make a sprite edit and no one can stop me (you should it's gonna be so bad I can't draw ;^; but messy bun with glasses!Miu rights).
I saw this fan-made love hotel for Nagito and it got me thinking about a love hotel for Hajime. Someone's deffo probably did it out in the wild, but here's my take.
Note: This does not get explicit or NSFW. There will be slightly suggestive comments though, but would be canon-typical.
As far as I’m aware, I’m supposed to play the role of their “ideal”. Like some shared fantasy.
Hinata's fantasy… I truly wonder what that would be like. It’d probably be fitting for a Reserve Course student: average. Yet-
He shakes his head. From all he’s seen of Hinata, the man has been caring and attentive to others with a bit of bashfulness, if a little brash. The idea of him having more... eccentric ideals seem highly ironic. Although, he wouldn’t put it past the “tsundere”.
(He has to refrain from laughing before things have even begun.)
Whatever Hinata shall ask of him, he will do his best to emulate such desires. The last thing he wants to do is ruin Hinata's well-earned rest. He feels sincerely sorry that it's him who appeared rather than someone who's actually capable, but he shall try to provide a satisfactory experience with his lackluster skills nonetheless. If nothing else, his luck would cover what his lack of acting skills fail to do.
Expectations firmly set, he eyes the decor one more time with a frown. It’s garish. He would’ve liked the room a little more soft and less carnival-esque, but it’s not up to him. This isn’t his fantasy after all. The red and the hearts appears to be a generic setup, because the alternative is that this layout is ideal to Hajime, and if that were true, he may lose all respect for him.
Ultimately though, none of that is important. He focuses back on the person he’s here with instead.
“...” Hajime's face is blank, his face contemplative. For a few moments, their gazes are locked into a standstill, with neither saying a word. There's a faraway look in his olive green eyes, as if he was seeing something beyond him.
“...?” Nagito crosses his arms. He didn’t expect this silence.
“What are you doing here?”
That is more confrontational of a start than he expected, but it’s so undeniably Hajime that he replies out of instinct.
“I apologize. I can leave.”
Hajime remains frowning. Ah, he shouldn’t have answered the way he would normally. Hmm. He wonders who Hajime is dreaming of, if it’s anyone he knows or if this is some general fantasy. It could be anyone, but perhaps...
“But you don’t want me to, I think.”
If anyone would appear in Hinata's fantasy, an old interest seems likely. Of course, he's not ecstatic to pretend to be someone else. However, it's a reasonable start. He hasn't seen the man express interest for anyone on the island. Nothing significant, at the very least. He's so often busy, even when he makes time for everyone else that the thought he may have a secret relationship is distressing unlikely, considering he would've noticed.
“What are you talking about?” Hajime interjects with a hum, pulling him from his musings. “I am happy you're here, you know, I'm just surprised you're back so soon.”
Back so soon? Nagito purses his lips. What scenario is he envisioning? “I... forgot my GameGirl.”
Hinata's eyebrows furrow. “GameGirl? You don't have one.”
“Why wouldn't I?” He says, just to be contrary.
“We live together, Komaeda. Of course I would know about this.”
His heart beats.
Ah. He did not expect his name to be said. How unfortunate. That makes things a little more difficult.
“I'm sure Kaz could've made you one and you could've found one too, but you've never expressed an interest before and you would've told me if you did find one.”
He can't help grinning. How logical. “You're really confident in that assessment, Hinata. I love gaming.”
Green eyes scan him, and whatever he sees (probably him being pathetic) causes him to frown. “I thought something was weird about you. Komaeda... you don’t have to do this.” Hinata starts. “I’d rather you be yourself.”
“And who am I to you?”
The brunet gives him a piercing stare. “You're a pain in the ass.”
That strikes him as unsurprising. He's already managed to mess up the scenario. How unfortunate, but inevitable. He's so far removed as Hajime's ideal it is of no surprise he failed. He'll have to make it up to Hinata after this.
But Hinata keeps talking. “There’s nothing I value more than you opening up to me, Komaeda. I really enjoy getting to know you.” He chuckles, and it's a hypnotizingly low sound. “Even when you're trying to be aggravating as hell. You could just say you wanted to see me, you didn't have to pretend to be some weird caricature of Chiaki.”
What?
“I’ve always wanted to understand you, so I… I’m glad to do so. You've been there for me a lot.” Tanned skin turns rose as his head ducks, embarrassed. “You're so confusing sometimes. I don't mind reminding you, you know. We've already established I love you, and I know you do too. I still can't believe you did it so early with your whole 'hope sleeping inside of you' nonsense though.”
...
Nagito's whole body freezes.
Wait, this sounds very familiar…
He pales.
Hinata’s fantasy is me?
The likelihood of such a thing is low.
I am not this lucky.
He cannot love trash like me.
I must be a placeholder.
And so he sighs at the confession.
“Oh Hinata, you must be mistaken.”
Predictably, Hajime's brows furrow, and his frown becomes more pronounced. “Excuse me?”
“I cannot possibly be the one you want.” He waves his arms. “Well, not to say that I’m not willing or disinterested! Of course I wouldn't refuse! I will gladly do whatever you want, but you don’t have to force yourself by pretending you love me, Hinata. It’s okay.”
“...”
Hinata closes his eyes. He watches his chest rise and fall with each steadying breath.
Then he opens his eyes. “Komaeda, how do you feel about me?”
“...!”
“Please, be honest with me.”
Their gazes meet, yet the stare that meets him isn't oppressive. There's something vulnerable, the type of look that would cause someone to wish to talk because of how openly kind it is. Sincere and understanding. Slightly desperate, eagerly awaiting a response.
It is why he lets his shoulders slump and a small smile grace his lips.
“You know it already, don't you Hinata? I admire you. You're too kind to someone like me although you have others to concern yourself over.”
Memories hit him, times of talking late at night over nightmares, of being advocated for having another chance, of silent nights and gentle touches- the way Hinata would look at him sometimes, as if he was someone important. As if he meant something.
“Jabberwock Island would not be as functional without you. All of us wouldn't be the same without you. And I... I found happiness because of you. You're simply amazing. Patient, thoughtful... you're truly the epitome for a hopeful future.”
He almost fears the reaction that awaits him, but Hajime is completely red with eyes widen. He turns his head. “You say things like that and you wonder why I'm in love with you.”
Nagito's face warms, but his smile widens.
“Gah, of course you're smug about that!”
“I love you too Hinata!” He singsongs.
He knows this is Hajime's fantasy, but for some reason, he feels like he's the one who got rewarded.
