“Do you think there will be any akuma attacks in this weather?” Marinette asked, settling further into the couch. She burrowed beneath her favorite blanket and watched through the window as the sheets of water fell heavy from the sky, thick drops flying practically horizontally.
“I’m not sure Hawkmoth is afraid of thunderstorms,” Adrien said skeptically, sitting down beside her.
They had been roommates for a little over a month now, the universe aligning just right to force them together. It wasn’t as bad as Marinette had anticipated, her nerves settling more the more times she saw her roommate in all his humanness. It was hard to feel embarrassed when they shared a single bathroom.
“Well maybe he’s at home having a movie marathon too,” Marinette replied hopefully, turning back toward the tv and opening up their favorite streaming app. “Comedy or drama first?”
“Romance?” Adrien asked coolly, stretching his arm out wide in invitation for Marinette to scoot closer to him.
Okay, so her nerves might have started to dissipate when that started.
Marinette giggled and obliged, leaning into him easily. “Romance it is, then.”
The movie-couple had barely even met yet when there was a flash of light outside that was decidedly not lightning. It was deep purple and spreading out from one central point, more like a plasma globe than any sort of natural electricity.
Groaning, Adrien muttered, “I really hope Ladybug can handle this.”
Marinette nodded in agreement, knowing there was no way that Ladybug could handle it — not if she wasn’t able to get herself off the couch and away from Adrien long enough to transform into the superhero.
“You don’t think Cat Noir will be able to manage it?”
“Something tells me that he is afraid of thunderstorms, even if Hawkmoth isn’t,” Adrien said with a grimace.
Marinette sighed, wondering if the water would actually be enough to keep Cat Noir from fighting an akumatized villain.
“Oh, Chaton,” Marinette breathed, trying to will him into existence. The word felt more like a prayer than a chastisement, like if she chanted it, maybe he would appear right outside their window, ready to save the world.
Shifting in her seat, Marinette pulled back to look into Adrien’s eyes, needing to feed him an excuse to leave their movie marathon — to leave their apartment — and quickly.
“Adri—”
“W-what did you say?” Adrien asked with wide eyes, abruptly cutting her off.
Marinette cocked a brow, unsure of what Adrien meant. Hadn’t he just cut her off before she could actually speak? “Nothing, yet. You—”
“Did you call Cat Noir ‘Chaton’?”
Marinette swallowed hard. She hadn’t realized she muttered the word loud enough for him to hear.
“He is just a little kitty,” Marinette whispered slowly, hoping Adrien would simply agree and she could get back to her lie, but Adrien only let out a small moan.
Then he shivered.
Marinette’s head was spinning.
“Kitty?” She recognized the response she got from Adrien; it was the same exact way that Cat Noir responded when she called him that. “My…kitty?”
Adrien nodded slowly, his face breaking into a wide grin, one that made him look just like Cat Noir. How had she never noticed the similarities before?
“M’lady,” he breathed, clambering to his knees on the couch cushion and towering over Marinette. She lay back instantly and Adrien followed, chasing her until their lips were nearly touching. “My bugaboo, my princess. How did I not know it was you?”
Marinette let out a huff of laughter before glancing back out the window. She wanted to lay there and let Adrien devour her, let him completely consume her before rebuilding themselves around the truth of this realization, but they had a job to do.
“We should,” Marinette trailed off. She swallowed thickly, willing her hormones to settle down. She needed all of her energy — mind and body — to be focused on defeating Hawkmoth. “We should go save Paris first.”
Adrien dipped down and pressed a kiss to Marinette’s lips, tender and warm, a promise for later.
When Shane gets traded to Ottawa, Harris posts a pic of itty bitty toddler Shane in an Ottawa Centaurs jersey that he is absolutely drowning in (it‘s David‘s) cheesing like there is no tomorrow, next to a pic of current Shane in his new Centaurs jersey with the caption: welcome home, Shane.
14 / serve / 589 words @taylorswiftmicrofic miraculous ladybug
Cat Noir was being reckless.
He knew that, but he couldn’t help it.
He needed to be chastised by Ladybug, needed to hear the emotion in her voice after nearly losing her to their latest villain. His heart was beating in his throat from the lingering fear, but he forced himself to move faster, to run further from the place they had just been battling.
“Cat!” Ladybug called, and Cat Noir could tell she was closing in fast. Her yo-yo allowed her to move more smoothly than his staff did, the long jumps slowing him down slightly. “Cat Noir!”
There was a tug on his leg and instantly Cat Noir was down, face planting into the surface of the roof beneath him, Ladybug’s yo-yo tied around his ankles, a small whoosh of air escaping him at the impact.
“What are you doing?” Ladybug asked, indignantly. “You were being rash during that battle, and now you’re running through Paris wrecking these buildings!”
Cat Noir looked around, shuddering at the sight of bits of brick and plaster scattered along the roofs, chunks of building that he had unknowingly been chipping away at with every pounce.
He rubbed at his wrist, a small ache forming from the way he had hit the roof, ignoring the beeping of his miraculous ring as it threatened to reveal his identity.
“Serves you right,” Ladybug muttered almost unkindly as she nodded down at his aching arm. “What is going on with you today?”
“You were being rash, Milady, I almost — the villain almost killed you!”
Cat Noir couldn’t stop the pinpricks behind his eyes, couldn’t stem the tears that pushed to the front, letting them sit there along his lash line as he willed her to understand his fear, his desperation.
“Oh, my kitty,” Ladybug crooned, kneeling beside him and pulling his hand into her lap. “I would never leave you like that.”
Cat Noir’s ring beeped again. He was almost out of time.
“But you can’t just fool around like that,” Ladybug continued, lowering her voice to just above a whisper. “I can’t lose you either.”
Cat Noir felt his cheeks pink at her admission, surprise coursing through him just as the final paw pad blinked on his ring. A hungry Plagg quickly landed beside him as Adrien’s blush was exposed to the warm Parisian air — and to Ladybug.
“Do — do you still feel that way?” Adrien asked, unease lacing the question. “Now that you know who I am?”
“Oh, Kitty Cat,” Marinette said, her surprise morphing into something much more akin to delight. “More than ever.”
She leaned in close, their noses nearly touching. Adrien could feel her breath against his lips, the greatest display of life he could have hoped for; there was no doubting that she was alive and well, that the akumatized villain hadn’t killed her after all.
“Tikki, spots off,” Ladybug commanded, and there — right there in Adrien’s lap — was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her own cheeks flushed a perfect shade of pink.
Adrien grinned, unable to stop himself from closing the gap between them entirely. He should have known that Ladybug and Marinette were one in the same, with their equally altruistic dispositions, with their beautiful blue eyes and contagious laughter.
He should have known that Marinette was his lady.
Adrien kissed her slowly, just wanting to savor her, to show her how much he has always wanted to do exactly that.
“My lady,” Adrien sighed, giving her one more chaste kiss before pulling back and admiring her.
the whole boston team knowing about montreal jane and they think that ilya rozanov who can pull any girl he wants must have found a real baddie the way he keeps coming back for more and then hard cut to shane hollander on a friday night drinking tea and reading the same hockey book for the fourth time who when ilya texts him asking what are you wearing? texts back my new organic cotton pj set and ilya texts back i'm so hard tell me more
I know that Heated Rivalry is one of those pieces of media where COVID never happens but what if it did? Imagine the lockdown shenanigans.
Shane and Ilya are obviously hunkering down at the cottage together. There's no hockey, but they don't know for how long, so they're still training all the time. They're doing interviews and having to make it look like they're in completely different places. Ilya has to keep being reminded that he's supposed to still be back in Ottawa.
Ilya's teammates keep asking if they can be in a lockdown bubble together and he's gotta be like "No, can't do that. I'm not taking any chances." But now they're worried because he hasn't seen or been around another human being in months and they've noticed that even before lockdown he made more jokes about killing himself than the average person, so they're stressed to their eyeballs about his mental health.
Meanwhile Ilya's living the kind of domestic fantasy with his man that he didn't think they were going to get until retirement. For the first time ever most days he can truly pretend that he and Shane are the only people in the world. Sometimes David and Yuna come over for dinner because they are also isolating at their cottage. But most of the time it's just endless hours of just the two of them and neither of them could be happier. Their biggest decision every day is when and where to fuck. Some people are getting into sourdough – Shane and Ilya have committed to learning one new sexual position every day.
I just think that lockdown would have been the ideal codependent situation for Hollanov.
Here's some fun Teen Titans redesigns I did for the heck of it. I'm still working on Blackfire, and I am hoping to get around to some of the others. I know the roster of characters I have right now doesn't make any particular type of sense. But I just started drawing the characters that I like to draw and let it grow from there :)
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