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[maskedmuses]

It (was) Marinette’s birthday

@av-agent​​ asked: [Let's just... pretend this was a day a few days ago.] And there was Vale. In the gym. This, in itself, was not unusual. What was unusual was the amount of weight he was lifting (quite a fair bit) and the gym clothe- oh my god, he was wearing Ladybug merchandise. Official merchandise, apparently. Where on earth did he find a 'Spot Me!' shirt..

Vale had asked her to meet him afterschool near the gym, and even with the few people who wanted to gather for the day who wanted to clamor for her attention, Marinette made time for him when he beckoned her with a ‘surprise.’ Arriving just beyond the door, he was nowhere in sight, and as she was turning to leave, her gaze caught sight of red and black within.

There he was, pushing weights exceeding what he should on a normal basis, and in Ladybug merchandise.

The sight itself—his muscles not even trembling with the weight—was a boon, but her face paled at the wardrobe he had picked up. Entering the gym, they were alone—thankfully—and Marinette let out a breath. “Vale! What are you doing?” She spoke, her steps hastened closer to him. “Is this the surprise? You, working out and decked out in m—Ladybug’s merch?”

Taking a pause, her gaze dropped to his shirt, her brow perking. “Where did you even get that? That’s a new one.”

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And there was Vale - Dragonfly, to the few Miraculous users (read: Ladybug) who knew his secret - in his full armour. He was playing it coy, of course, and had made it a point not to be seen jumping to the bakery. Still, he dropped the (delicately small, and tenderly handled) package; wrapped up with a soft bow that could only be described as neon. Inside was a small charm, on a silver chain. The symbol was a lightning bolt, and it was thrumming with power; he had made it super heavy on defense.

Marinette’s birthday!

A small sound against the hatch above her bed stirred her attention from the sketchbook she had gotten from her mother. Large and well bounded with folder pockets on the inside, it had been one of her prized gifts for her birthday. However, the odd timing of the sound proved enough to ignite a flare of curiosity within her. 

Closing her book, she stood upon her high rise bed and opening the door. No person seemed to be about, but a small package fell down into her arms as she quickly caught it. 

A quick thrust of her head through the portal and nothing but the crisp night sky to welcome her. A small blink, and Marinette retreated back within, closing the hatch behind her. 

Seating herself down, the girl was cautious as she unwrapped the gift. No rose in sight, so it wasn’t the handiwork of Chat Noir, but getting a present upon her roof was no easy task. As she tugged on the ribbon, the package unfurled, revealing the charm within. 

“Oh…” She marveled, lifting up the piece by the chain. Just by feeling it, it felt warm, almost akin to her Miraculous, when it was activated. “Wow…” Admiring the piece, it was nearly flawless in it’s cut. Gingerly lifting it and placing it around her neck, she felt a small ripple across her skin. 

A chuckle left her throat as she shook her head. “…Vale…He could have come in for some cake.” She giggled, picking back up her sketchbook. She’d have to remember to thank him and offer him a few sweet the next day.

[kaz-sunspot]

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☀  It was surprising just how easy it was to run late to school when you literally lived there. Kaz wasn’t sure when it had happened, but she must have turned off her alarm last night and she’d woken up ten minutes before she needed to be in class. She’d thrown on her school uniform haphazardly and booked it for the classroom. Mr. Aizawa wouldn’t be happy if she was late.

She rounded the final corner to the room and was met with the back of another student. There was no time to stop or swerve, just yelp as she crashed into him and went sprawling.

Kaz wasted no time scrambling to pick up her supplies, which had scattered when she fell. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!” she sputtered, glancing over at the boy as she stuffed her books back into her bag, “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”

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What do you-?

‘What do you–?’ for my muse to kiss yours || Still accepting

Lucille knew she shouldn’t grow attached to humans. Afterall, they were fleeting, unable to be more than just a momentary passing in herown afterlife. They would end, wilting like flowers, only to never regrow thenext spring.

But Vale was so different, the way he had something more tohim. Like he belonged in this world and yet did not all at once. He was anenigma to her, even as he tried to explain it, it was beyond her commoncomprehension. But he drew her in, causing her laughter, giving her a voice,and making all of the loneliness seemingly disappear.

So, as they sat, merely conversing about frivolous things,such as the day, what things they could do out and about, and other suchtrivial small talk. However, her gaze continued to flicker from his own eyes tohis lips more frequently.

The last time she had touched them, it was to offer him someof her own power. A gift of energy to replenish his own. But they had beensweet, warm, something she craved more of and the thoughts began to circlearound until her fingers were on the sides of his cheeks and she was pullingin, pressing herself against him wholly.

Sliding her lips against his own, she lingered, quietlyasking for more with her motions, the soft nibble of his lower lip, the softbreath that escaped her, a quiet sound rumbling in her throat. All melding intoless than a minute of intimacy that was broken quickly with the realizationthat perhaps she was going too far.

Vale was her friend. Her believer. This was not how someonewas supposed to act with someone who was nothing more than those two facts.

Sapphiric eyes almost seemed bluer with the rouge that beganto take claim to her pale skin, her lips pink from the contact as she gingerlychewed on her lower one, much like she had done so to his own moments before.Finally, a small whisper of a word escaped her. “…Sorry…”

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I can't wait anymore...

Send ‘I can’t wait anymore…’ to grab my muse and kiss them. || Still Accepting

The princess widened her eyes asthe man—an antivirus?—had placed his hands on either side of her cheeks,pulling her in close for a kiss. It was quick and painless, but Rapunzelrecoiled once breaking free from the embrace. It was nice, sure, but she wasfairly sure that Eugene would not be a fan of knowing that, although a program,someone else kissed her.

Taking a handful of locks,Rapunzel slung out her hair across her dressing room, snagging up the fryingpan and pulling it into her hand. “Look, it’s really sweet of you to come herewhen I asked to make sure there weren’t any viruses around,” the frying panslung down between them, creating some space.

“But you can’t just go off andkiss a princess like that. Do you know what Disney would do if they found out?Delete you, that’s what.” She pulled back the would-be weapon, placing it onher shoulder as she smiled a little. “Just, please. You’re cute, but youshouldn’t do something like that. The least they could do is lock you in atower after that. So, just this once, I’ll keep it a secret, okay?”

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"I know you said your tech tended to get damaged, so I made this." It's a reinforced phone; water-, fire-, shock-; the phone was effectively simply 'proof'. Hell, you could use it in a pinch as an improvised weapon by punching someone with it.

Marinette beamed as she took up the phone in her hands,feeling the weight of it fully. Not particularly heavy, but also not fullylightweight, it would be hard to misplace or ignore in her hands. Breaking itseemed virtually impossible. Opening it up, all of her apps were there,everything that she wanted to see, except one very important thing.

“There’s no pictures on this.” She murmured thoughtfully,before an idea sprung in her head. “I know! Let’s test the camera!” Marinetteinstantly clicked on the proper button, opening the front facing camera,holding it up so she could take a picture of the two of them. “We’ll have thisbe the first picture on this phone.”

But, as she tried to adjust it, she found she disliked theway it looked from the upward angle, causing her to pout. “No…That’s notright.” Looking around, a smooth railing that held the barrier between theSeine and the pavement was only a few feet from them. “That will work!”Marinette happily walked over to it, her mind focused on setting up the camerato snap a picture of the two of them with a timer.

So focused, she did not notice the uneven stepping just bythe railing.

Tripping up, suddenly gravity took hold of the girl, pullingher down to the ground. Her elbows thudded against the ground, causing herhands to open, sending the phone sailing from her hands. Everything seemed toslow down in that instant, her gaze watching as fingers slipped away from theelectronic, it skating across the pavement, sliding beneath the bar of therailing, and a loud plopping from the river could be heard as the water swallowedit up.

“…Uh oh.”

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Behold! Vale! With a sword in hand and a grin on his face! And a cut on his arm, but that's irrelevant.

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS ||  5 of 5!

Irrelevant is far from how Lucille would describe the wound on his arm. 

Perhaps seeing Vale in a knight’s armor is something that stirs the girl’s mind into what she had seen many years ago, when there were Spaniards that came by the small town of her human life, merely passing through, speaking as if they were “conquistadors searching for new lands and gold.” 

Reminiscent and reassuring, but the cut would not be something that the spirit could ignore. 

Healing was not an attribute that Lucille harbored, but the power she contained within herself could be transferred, offering his body a chance to rapidly heal itself rather than waiting on time to do it for him. Drawing close, her hand pushed away his own that clutched the blade–remnants of the fight he had used it for on the steel–and moved her chin upwards, pressing a gentle kiss upon his lips.

The surge of energy that came from her ethereal motions were sufficient enough to transfer the energy she had stored, her other hand coming up along her side, forming a multitude of notes that wrapped around his arm, sealing up the wound from oozing more. Once she had offered a fraction of what she could spare, she pulled back, only to lean down to his afflicted limb and press a gentle kiss atop the alabaster parchments. 

One, however, formed behind her shoulder, drawing out the words she had as she perked up some, Lucille’s blue gaze moving to Vale’s own electric eyes. ‘You need to be careful in your victories, my believer. But, congratulations on your battle today.’

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As far as being a peaceful haven of nature went, the park sucked.

It was too small, for one; even if you went to its very centre, you could still hear the not-distant-enough rumble of traffic from all sides. The blaring sirens of emergency vehicles. The sound of roadworks being done a few streets away. And it was too busy; particularly right after a school day like this, where kids of all ages - many of her own classmates included - would tear about like idiots, destroying what small sanctuary otherwise remained.

She hated it--

But it was still better than anywhere else in the dreary grey city. And that was why Lauren would be found here, in spite of her disdain, doing her absolute best to tune out everything else.

And she’d grown good at tuning out excess noise around her while she wrote... which was what she was doing now. A pad of paper lay open on the redhead’s knees, where she squatted against one of the thickest trees in the park, her pen skittering across it at lightning speed. Writing had long been her escape - whether by venting about her life, just word-vomiting generally, or weaving an elaborate fantasy world out of her pen, that no-one but her would ever see - and it was to this that the vast majority of her attention was devoted.

The majority... but not quite all. Lauren had long ago learned that she had to pay attention to her surroundings - she’d made too many enemies in school playground brawls to not be permanently wary - and so when she sensed a figure moving in her direction, the girl instinctively stopped. Holding her pad close to her chest to protect it from prying eyes, she regarded the intruder into her personal bubble.

No words were exchanged, Lauren determinedly hoping that the other was just passing on by... but also not going to take that for granted until he actually did.