#ladybugshipping

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Jumping on the OC zine trend happening on Instagram :3 Had to include a mini comic

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ladybug 5,6,11?

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Ruby really likes being carried. And it’s super easy to kiss Blake’s cheeks from there, so hey, bonus!

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Ruby loves watching Blake’s ears. Blake likes that Ruby is fun-sized. Aside from that, Blake really likes them dimples, which Ruby absolutely has.

11. Who tops?

I... mn. Puppy top, that’s Ruby when they try. Blake, I’d say does it more, but I wouldn’t say it’s a 100% of the time thing, eh? Like sometimes Blake just wants to get tied up y’know?

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faunus-4-life answered your question “aaand it turns out there wasn’t a math homework set this week so…...”

ladybug, ex au

Sometimes it was like Blake’d never left. She’d come over, while Ruby was preparing stuff for the kids’ lessons and baking-it was never hard to guess what called her-and she’d help for the price of one or two spoonfuls of cookie dough, and they’d talk and tease and laugh like they used to.

But away from where Blake felt safest it was obvious how much had been lost in the battles she’d seen. The flashbacks and intense reactions-it was obvious to everyone who knew her, that a full support system was needed.

Ruby just wasn’t sure if they could do it again.

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Ladybug?

Another three-sentence one because I love working with form restrictions.

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What Blake loves about Ruby is their sincerity.

To say that they’ll make things better is one thing, but they listen when talk of the future and what needs doing comes up, the same focus as when they tend to Crescent on their face, that look of devoting their all.

When she looks at Ruby, she believes that things might change.

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@kc5rings said: Ladybug exhausted but happy.

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Ruby flopped face-first into their bed for the night with a groan, muffling it halfway through. But when Blake sat on the bed’s edge beside them, her hand settling at the hem of their shirt, they turned their head just enough to give an infectious grin. “We. Were. Awesome.”

A chuckle rolled out of Blake’s chest. “Not being modest at all, hm?”

“Hey, we killed it out there. If I can’t enjoy it now, then when?” Ruby wiggled to close the distance between them and Blake. “Weren’t you the one saying how we should only celebrate once we earned it? Haven’t we by now?” A grin shone strong despite their fatigue, and they tilted their head.

“Suppose so.” Blake laughed softly once more, the pup-like air surrounding them not escaping her. She pushed herself fully onto the bed, and tugged Ruby along with her, her arms coming around and keeping them from sliding off her. Then she frowned. “Did you even shower, or did you just throw on a different shirt?” 

Ruby made a sleepy noise of complaint, flapped one hand without looking at Blake. “Tomorrow, tomorrow. I washed my face. We don’t have to run anywhere tomorrow, so why worry? Let’s just sleep.” They drew out the last word.

“...Fine.” Blake found it hard to argue, her limbs disagreeing with the very idea of getting up again, and it wasn’t just because of Ruby. “But you’re doing that first thing, got it?”

And with that Blake kissed Ruby three times--forehead, nose, and lips--and settled down for sleep.

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27 and ladybug?

“Blake. Blake! C'mon Blake, it’s another day!”

Blake took one bleary-eyed look at the window before rolling away with a groan. “Ruby, do you know what time it is?”

“Umm.” Ruby ducked out of sight, popping up again with a wristwatch in hand. “Seven. Seven oh four really, but seven.”

“…Ruby, I love you.” A yellow peeked out from behind Blake’s pillow, to which Blake was currently clinging. “But why did you wake me up now when it’s a holiday?”

“‘Cause, um.” To Blake’s surprise, Ruby averted their eyes, cheeks pink. “We’ve just been, y'know, both really busy with studying, and you with work on top of that, and it’s really nice outside so I thought we could go walk to that boulangerie place with the crepes… ah, but! If you don’t wanna go I’m cool with that. We’ve got a couple days.”

Their gaze returned to Blake with a smile, and she stared for one, two long seconds before lifting an arm, and with it a corner of her cover. “Come here.”

Though bemused, Ruby obeyed, snuggling when Blake pulled them down. Her hands came to cradle Ruby’s head, fingertips gently massaging before Blake spoke again. “Give me half an hour to wake up, okay?”

“Okay!” Any trace of careful self-restraint was gone from Ruby. Their smile bore a soft brilliance.

It was all the light Blake needed then.

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ladybug, "Are you flirting with me?" please!

For the ML!AU with @faunus-4-life

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It’s a joke Ruby makes, a half-thought tease about Blake knowing just what Ruby likes that gets her to pause and ask.

They tilt their head to the side to think, hair falling from behind their ear. Blake has to bite down the urge to push it back, to settle her hand behind Ruby’s neck and let it rest there while they walk on.

She gets the distraction she needs when Ruby smiles, half-singing a ‘maybe~’ as they skip ahead.

...Of course, it’s double-edged, because then the jokes about how red looks so good on her begin.

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Quick birthday ficlet for @faunus-4-life because I didn’t know until technoskittles posted about it *squints @ faun* Also because faun didn’t listen when I said ‘no don’t write anything for me’ for my birthday.

Time edit: Faun folded. HAH.

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Blake was stuck.

Well, she could move, if she really wanted to, but a fellow sleep-deprived student was resting against her shoulder. If she listened, she could just make out the gentle whoosh of air as they slept. And Blake was loath to disturb that. 

She recognised them from one of her classes. Ruby, or Reuben, she thought. The prof occasionally picked out students for their thoughts on that day’s topic, and while their answers always came out a little uncertain, the sheer volume of the thoughts behind them impressed Blake. She’d been finding it a little easier to stay awake in class of late, attention sliding idly over when she was bored.

The last thing Blake wanted was for their first impression to be a bad one. Or an embarrassing one. So she waited until the clock had ticked most of the remaining hour away, before reaching behind and around to tap their shoulder.

She got to watch their eyes flutter open, and to hold back a laugh when they sprang upward. “It’s okay,” she said, when they’re mouth was only half-open for an apology. “It wasn’t uncomfortable.” Patting the spot where they’d just been, she waited until they sat down again. “I’m Blake.”

“...Ruby.” Ears still tinged red, Ruby glanced away and back again, blurting, “I’m still sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” repeated Blake. More than okay, honestly; Ruby was cute all flustered. But Blake kept that to herself. "My friend does it a lot.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s your friend, not some random stranger.”

“We could change that. If you want, I mean.” Coughing, it was Blake’s turn for her gaze to dart away then back, trying to steel her now-trembling nerves. “Just a chat, tea.”

The silence stretched on, on, the seconds ticked by and Blake had to consciously keep from shifting while Ruby considered her proposition, head tilted to one side. It came back up as they said, “I like coffee.” They grinned, a crooked line that drew crow feet by one eye. “Hope that’s not a gamebreaker for you?”

Blake smiled. “I’ll learn to manage.”