Remus uses a cool futuristic tech device to share the experience of a full moon as a werewolf with Sirius.
Snipet (hence a bit of a spoiler for this chapter and the previous ones) below the cut!
It's exhilarating. The sensation of power and speed. The sweep of the wind on his muzzle, ruffling the thick fur on his back. His heart beating so fast. The million scents he encounters on his mad run across the forest.
Sirius's senses are overwhelmed by so many new stimuli and he has to consciously breath and accept to take them in.
But once he does… It's a firework of sensations buzzing delightfully all over his brain.
As if he'd been starved and was finally faced with a banquet of an infinite variety of exquisite dishes and treats.
And among all those thoughts, sensations and feelings that Sirius receives directly from Remus's brain - or rather the werewolf's brain - there is nothing like aggressiveness, hate or fury, as his orionian self would have expected, only days before. It's raw love, playfulness, joy of life and sense of belonging.
After more playful time, yapping and running, the memories slowly end, fading away as a dream he'd wake up from. Sirius slowly returns to the sensations of his own body. The way it's relaxed on the soft mattress below him, in the tube. The way the pillow gently supports his neck. The soft humming of the ship's machines. The faint scent of Remus next to him, the reassuring magic he senses from him. The touch of a warm skin on his hand - Remus's hand tethering him to reality, bringing him back from Remus's own inner world.
"How are you doing, Love?" Remus asks in a murmur.
Sirius feels… He would say he feels both excited and… satiated?
Before he can explain, Remus adds, an anxious tone in his voice: "Was it scary?"
"No," Sirius firmly says. "It was beautiful."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Being psychically linked to seven people scattered around the globe turns out to involve rather more taking down foreign governments than Clint had expected, but at least it's a good cheat for keeping up with the latest episode of Dog Cops.
Here is your (unfortunately very late) @mlsecretsanta gift, @nkvictory! This wound up going a little longer than I expected, but I hope you enjoy!
Thanks very much for the idea that led to this and for looking it over @ladyserendipitous. Thanks also to @agrestenoir and @panda013 for idea bouncing so much!
A floating woman might be cause for concern in any other city in the world but Paris. After all, months of Hawkmoth’s unusual brand of attempted larceny had long since rendered most Parisians numb to the sight of akumatized victims. Rather than panic, they planned their days around the sites of attacks. Unsurprisingly, most of the reactions consisted of calling or texting friends to avoid a certain street until Ladybug and Chat Noir had taken care of things or worrying about how they’d manage to pick up lunch if an akuma temporarily smashed the restaurant.
Ladybug arrived on the scene shortly after the floating woman was reported to the Ladyblog. One of the perks of being Alya’s best friend was learning about Ladyblog alerts ahead of even her readers. So, when Alya told her to take a different route to school, Marinette knew she’d be late for her first class.
Chat Noir arrived on scene seconds after her, already scanning the area for signs of anyone who might have been affected by the floating villain. “Any idea what she’s doing?”
“Nothing as far as I can tell,” Ladybug answered, still watching the woman. “The Ladyblog says she hasn’t moved since she flew up there.”
“So, what’s she waiting for?”
Violet eyes locked on theirs, and the woman grinned as she flew down to meet them, landing an arm’s length away.
“Us, apparently,” Ladybug answered as she straightened and readied her yo-yo.
“Welcome, heroes,” the akumatized woman spoke. “Hawkmoth asked me to pass along a message.”
Chat Noir frowned. “Message?”
Before either of the heroes could react, the woman moved forward and placed a palm on both of their foreheads. She whispered something low and quick, too brief for them to understand.
Ladybug jerked away first. The woman shot up into the sky, barely avoiding Ladybug’s yo-yo. Chat Noir rubbed his forehead and scowled. “What was that?”
He looked up and briefly gave chase, but by the time he leapt up to a higher vantage point, the villain was long gone. Ladybug landed beside him. “She’s gone.”
He sighed. “Yeah, it looks like it.”
“What?”
He turned to look at her. “It does look like she’s gone.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” She raised a brow. “Any idea where she went?”
He shook his head.
“Wonder what that hand thing was.”
His eyes widened. Somehow, he’d heard Ladybug’s voice, but her mouth hadn’t moved at all. While he assumed she hadn’t become a ventriloquist overnight, he couldn’t manage another idea that made any sense.
“I’m not a ventriloquist, kitty.” She’d watched his lips carefully, and when his wonderings bled into her thoughts, she knew exactly what the akumatized victim had done to them.
“You can hear my thoughts?” he asked, aloud this time.
She nodded. “We need to find that akuma. Now.”
Still, two hours of searching and pausing to ask if anyone had seen a floating woman yielded surprisingly few results. Chat Noir struggled to keep his thoughts on the akuma, considering potential places to look as they ran or people who might have noticed anything. The last thing he needed was Ladybug to hear each and every adoring thought that filtered through his brain when they were together, particularly without an active battle to distract him.
Ladybug, meanwhile, desperately tried to think of anything but the one thing she worried about most. She thought about Tikki and the sound of Chat Noir's footfalls beside her. She considered whether or not the Ladyblog might have helpful information. Chat Noir heard the thought and checked for her while she questioned someone. Unfortunately, it didn’t have anything useful.
When she resumed running, she distracted herself by imagining finding and throttling Hawkmoth, which earned her a chuckle from Chat Noir. She thought about everything but her name and her family and her friends and anything at all that could give away her identity. She did everything she could not to think about what she’d have to do if they couldn’t find this akuma before school tomorrow.
Still, it would have been more reassuring if she couldn’t hear his own doubts in her mind, mingling with hers and amplifying her anxiety as she imagined Chat Noir finding out her identity.
“Would it really be that bad?”
She glanced over, unsure if he’d spoken or thought the question. He looked at her for an answer, and she looked down. “I don’t know,” she said. “Tikki, my kwami… she’s the one who said I have to keep it secret. It’s safer this way.”
“But you trust me?”
That was definitely a thought, but she smiled at him anyway. His answering grin meant that he must have heard the resounding yes in her mind. Of course she trusted him. He was her partner.
They set off again, but night was falling, and their chances of finding the villain dropped with the sun. Clearly, Hawkmoth didn’t want this akuma to be cleansed.
“He did this on purpose.”
Ladybug paused and caught her breath. She didn’t have to speak, but it was easier to converse out loud even if she was answering a thought. “Yes. I think so.”
“But, why?” He asked out loud. “What’s the point?”
“I don’t know. If we find Hawkmoth, I’ll ask him.” She chuckled. “Right after I dropkick him into the Seine.”
He laughed, but his amusement faded when they looked at each other.
“You know this means we’ll be stuck with this when we detransform, don’t you?”
He nodded.
“I think we should try to keep our identities a secret if we can.”
“Okay.”
She frowned. “You don’t agree.”
“I think it’s easier if we know.” He shrugged. “I’ve always thought that.”
“What does your kwami say?” she asked, deliberately ignoring his stray thought, whispering in her mind that he just wanted to know her name, desperate to see her unmasked face and know just exactly who it was he’d fallen in love with.
Love? When had he fallen in love with her?
Chat Noir blushed and looked away. “S-sorry. He never said it was a problem.” He chose to ignore the question just as she chose to ignore the stream of panicked thoughts berating himself for thinking that loud enough for her to hear.
“It’s okay. I…” She folded her arms over her chest. “My kwami said this was safer.”
The unspoken, unbalanced affection between them felt stifling now that she knew his feelings ran so deep and she couldn’t tell him she didn’t feel the same. She would, of course, now that she knew, but she couldn’t risk telling him now. Not when she could so easily let slip exactly who she did like. Instead, she focused on the most mundane thing she could think of. Her history homework.
“You have a test tomorrow?” he asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Yeah.” She sighed. “I need to study for it, actually. Haven’t had a lot of time lately thanks to Hawkmoth.”
He nodded. “Me, too. I’ve been…” A flash of fencing appeared in her mind’s eye, the familiar sound of metal on metal reminding her of- Of no one. It reminded her of no one. He raised a brow, clearly privy to her thoughts again but aware he shouldn’t push the issue. “I’ve been busy.”
“I guess we’ll have to look for her tomorrow.” Ladybug tugged out her yo-yo. “We’ll just have to be careful what we think until then.”
“Okay.” He reached out to gently squeeze her shoulder. “Good luck on your test, okay?”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
Marinette detransformed and flopped onto her bed. “Tikki, what do I do?”
Tikki flew to Marinette’s desk to retrieve a cookie from the small stash under Marinette’s fabric. As she chewed, she looked up at Marinette, who was currently watching her from above. “Well, what do you think you should do?”
Adrien, meanwhile, landed in his room and sighed down at Plagg. “What’s Hawkmoth up to?”
For once, Plagg didn’t ask for cheese. He floated in front of Adrien and shook his head. “No clue.”
“He had to-” Adrien stopped, listening to the sound of Ladybug’s voice in his mind.
“What’s she thinking?” Plagg asked, immediately aware of what was happening.
“He’s my partner. I should be able to tell him. I want to tell him. I just…” Marinette sighed. “A superhero listens to her head. Not her heart.”
“What does your head tell you?”
Marinette was quiet for a moment. “My head tells me this was Hawkmoth’s plan.”
“Maybe.”
“And if it’s his plan, we shouldn’t just give in.” She covered her face with her hands. “I just don’t want Chat Noir to think I don’t trust him.”
Adrien smiled, his stomach flipping pleasantly as he listened to the thoughts drifting in and out of his mind. “She’s worried. She wants to tell me.”
“So, what’s stopping her?”
“She thinks this is Hawkmoth’s plan.”
“Why?” Plagg asked. “He doesn’t know you two keep your identities secret.”
“And you said it was safer,” Marinette added.
Tikki nodded. “It is.” She settled on Marinette’s pillow. “But, that’s my opinion. This is your choice, Marinette. You’re Ladybug.”
Marinette paused as Chat Noir’s thought passed through her mind. A soft, reassuring “It’s okay, bugaboo. Focus on your test.”
Marinette relaxed. “If we haven’t found the akuma by tomorrow night, I think I’ll tell him.” She kept the thought out of her mind as much as she could, but she did her best to send him a thank you thought in return.
They spent the rest of the evening studying. Surprisingly enough, they were both reviewing the same material, which meant Adrien occasionally sent her tips about where to find answers and she corrected his memorization once or twice. It almost felt like they had the chance to study together, which sent butterflies through Adrien’s stomach and made Marinette feel surprisingly comforted.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.
The next morning, Marinette woke up to the sound of Chat Noir’s thoughts buzzing through her mind. He was reviewing his schedule, and… wow, he was involved in a lot of activities. Piano, fencing, Chinese, and-
His thoughts cut off abruptly, followed by a brief morning greeting he must have intentionally sent her way.
Marinette checked the clock and rolled her eyes. No morning could possibly be good at this hour.
Adrien chuckled at Ladybug’s annoyed thoughts in his mind. While he regretted waking her, at least he’d caught himself before he admitted to his photoshoot this morning. He packed a change of clothes into his bag just in case and hurried out to the car. If he was lucky, maybe he’d finish it in time for his second class.
Marinette managed to fall back asleep for an hour or so before her alarm woke her. She was running late, as always, and she could hear Chat Noir asking if she was alright amid her frenzied thoughts of dressing and packing her bag for school. She managed to stumble into class seconds before it officially began.
“Wow, that’s a new record, even for you,” Alya said under her breath.
“Late night,” Marinette answered. She looked ahead and frowned when she saw the empty seat in front of her. “Where’s Adrien?”
“Nino said he’s at a photoshoot.”
Adrien ruined his first shot of the day when he heard it.
“Poor Adrien. I can’t believe he has to work on the same day as our history test.”
No, it had to be a coincidence. Ladybug couldn’t actually be at his school.
Marinette paled when Chat Noir’s thought came through. Same school? Did he know Adrien Agreste?
Chat Noir’s thoughts filtered through again, some of his panic accompanying the question he probably didn’t mean to send her way. “Ladybug knows me?”
Marinette shrieked.
Adrien paled as Ladybug’s thoughts filled his mind.
“You’re Adrien Agreste?”
The photographer fussed over him, insisting on more makeup, but Adrien was sure there wasn’t enough blush in France to cover up his complexion at the moment. He felt sick. Of course he’d screw this up and tell her his identity after she asked him not to.
“I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I kissed Adrien Agreste.”
That caught his attention.
Marinette apologized to her startled teacher and classmates. “Sorry. I thought… I thought I saw a bee. I, umm…” She blushed. “So sorry.”
Chat Noir, Adrien, was quiet, which was unnerving. It would have been easier if he was panicking right alongside her, rather than undoubtedly listening as she catalogued every embarrassing thing she’d done.
“You kissed me?” he finally thought back.
“You don’t remember?” Forcing the thoughts through their connection was becoming easier, but her concentration fizzled out when she remembered that she’d stolen Adrien’s, Chat Noir’s, cell phone.
“Ladybug stole my phone?” Adrien murmured as the photographer shouted to the lighting director about fettucine.
She groaned quietly and dropped her head to her desk with a soft thump. And, of course, she’d flung Adrien halfway across Paris a thousand times, even tossing him into the Seine a few times.
That wasn’t even scratching the surface, which was a pun her anxiety-addled mind recognized her partner would enjoy, but at the moment, was not entirely welcome. After all, if Adrien was Chat Noir, that meant Adrien Agreste had been flirting with her for the better part of a year while she’d been pining at him from the row behind him.
Adrien froze, his model smile falling when he realized what she’d said. The row behind him. The row… She was in his class.
“Adrien Agreste flexed in front of my house and called me princess. Then, he asked me what I thought about him the next day. I don’t believe this. I don’t-”
And if it hadn’t been clear before, that certainly solidified her identity beyond any doubt.
“Marinette?” Adrien’s voice asked.
She froze. Obviously, once she found out Chat Noir was Adrien, any chance of keeping her identity secret was gone in an instant, but she’d still somewhat hoped to tell him in person. After all, they had a lot to talk about after this.
Now that the cat was out of the bag, another pun that had her wondering if sharing thoughts was affecting her in other ways, she sent him her answer as best she could.
“Hi, Adrien.”
He didn’t take a single good picture all morning, and the photographer dismissed him around lunch, complaining about overcooked spaghetti.
All morning long, he’d listened to Ladybug, Marinette, realize one thing after another.
“So, that’s how he knew Volpina didn’t really have Adrien on the Eiffel Tower with her,” she’d thought, sending him into a short burst of laughter right as the photographer readied his camera. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the moment he started choking on air when her voice returned to say “Wait, Adrien wasn’t actually in the shower. He was transforming into Chat Noir!”
He knew he was gone when a soft thought flitted across his mind just as he was beginning to concentrate again.
“I’ve had a crush on Chat Noir for almost a year.”
Adrien begged his driver to take him to the Dupain-Cheng bakery as soon as the photoshoot was over. Nathalie was already reminding him he’d need to reschedule it while subtly lecturing him on the importance of being a professional even on off days. He nodded and agreed, but he was really listening to Marinette think about what she’d like to eat when she got home.
“I’m sorry. I have to go. Can we talk about this after school?” he asked as the bakery came into view.
Nathalie sighed. “Yes. Go on.”
He sprinted out of the car and met Marinette just outside the front door.
“Adrien!” she squeaked, clutching the strap of her bag. “H-hi!”
“Hey, Marinette!” He grinned. “I just finished my photoshoot.”
“Oh! Did...did it go well?”
He shook his head.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“I didn’t mean to distract you,” she said.
“I just…” he lowered his voice, a blush rising to his cheeks. “Did we really kiss?”
She chuckled, the tension melting from her shoulders as she nodded. “You really don’t remember?”
He shook his head.
She opened the door for him. “Why don’t you come inside?”
“I can’t believe we kissed, and I don’t even remember it,” Adrien murmured. He looked up at Marinette. “Was it good at least?”
She blushed. “Well…”
She could hear his racing thoughts as she considered how to answer him. “Oh, no. It was awful. My first kiss, and it was terrible. And it was with Ladybug.” Marinette watched his calm expression, which was made all the more surreal by the stream of thoughts filtering into her mind. “And Ladybug’s Marinette. My first kiss was with Marinette. I can’t believe this.”
“Adrien, it was a good kiss.” She ignored their kwamis watching from her bed overhead, and she deliberately ignored the way Tikki murmured a soft “I knew it!”.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She took a deep breath. “You...already know this, but I really like you. So, I’m pretty excited to find out you were my first kiss, too.”
He smiled, but she could hear him in her mind, the thought quiet across their connection. “I can’t believe Marinette actually likes me.”
“You really didn’t know?” she asked.
“No.” He looked down. “I guess… Well, you’re amazing, and Ladybug’s amazing, and together it’s just…” He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re so out of my league.”
“What?”
Adrien was surprised to hear her thoughts almost shouting in his mind. “Adrien Agreste thinks I’m out of his league? What? Okay, calm down, Marinette. Oh, I hope he can’t hear this. Shoot, he can probably hear this. I just can’t believe Adrien thinks I’m out of his league.”
He finally spoke up. “But, you’re incredible.”
“So are you,” she insisted.
“But, I’ve been in love with you since you beat Stoneheart.” He said it, because he knew she’d hear it either way, and he’d rather her hear it out loud than from his thoughts. “And it’s just gotten worse every day, because Ladybug-” He looked down, hiding the blush creeping over his cheeks. “Because you… You’re strong and confident and on top of that, you’re a really amazing partner and a really sweet person. Plus, you’re beautiful, and-” He grimaced. “Sorry, I just mean… I don’t know what I’m saying.”
“In love with me?”
He looked up at her, wide green eyes finally meeting blue. “Yeah. And every time I saw you or talked to you as Marinette or Ladybug, you just… I love you more every time.”
“Adrien…” She whispered.
“I should have written this down or something…” he shook his head. “I’m saying this all wrong.”
“No, no.” Marinette grinned. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She reached forward to take his hands in hers. “We’re...perfect.”
“Yeah…” He chuckled. “I guess we are.”
Hawkmoth was entirely unprepared for the two of them working in sync. Now that their identities were shared and they’d both talked it through with their kwamis, their focus was solely on finding and defeating the akumatized victim that had given them this connection.
Although, Ladybug was a bit amused to hear what she dubbed her smitten kitten’s commentary while they soared through the streets of Paris. They split up to cover more ground and sent each other thoughts to inform the other of where they were. Ladybug was the first to spot the villain as she flew through the city.
She relayed the location to Chat Noir as she landed in front of the tall library and looked up at the floating villain through the glass front of the building. Thankfully, she must not have noticed Ladybug yet, because she was still looking out at the city. Ladybug ran to to the front door, hoping to make it inside before she was seen.
Chat Noir arrived just as the akumatized victim was breaking through the glass to escape into the sky. He landed beside Ladybug as she wrapped her yo-yo around the villain’s ankle and tugged her down to Earth where Chat Noir was waiting to pin her down.
“Do you see where the akuma is?” her voice asked in his mind.
He shook his head and looked the villain over. The lights barely illuminated her well enough for him to see what might stand out. Everything about her seemed strange.
“You’re working better than before?” the akumatized victim asked, struggling to break free.
“What does that mean?” he asked, frowning.
“He thought this would break up our partnership,” Ladybug said. Or she might have thought it. He wasn’t entirely sure.
The woman tugged an arm free and used it to yank him off her. Chat Noir shouted as he flew a few feet away, but Ladybug was already wrapping her yo-yo around the villain before she could take off again.
He rubbed his head and looked over. He saw the library card barely peeking out of her pocket and, without another word, Ladybug tugged it free and tore it in half. He watched as she captured and cleansed the akuma, then returned everything to normal.
They both felt a cool sensation spread through their minds, assuring them they were finally alone with their thoughts again.
A middle-aged woman looked up at them as they tapped their fists and smiled. All in all, one of the easier battles they’d faced. Once they’d helped her on her way home, they raced to the Eiffel Tower and spent the night talking.
“I can’t believe you deleted it.” Chat Noir laughed. “How did you get my phone back?”
“I snuck it into your bag.” Ladybug shook her head. “Don’t laugh. It was so embarrassing.”
“I kind of wish I’d heard it now. I wonder if I can recover it…”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Oh, come on, bugaboo,” he crooned softly, “I already missed our first kiss. Can’t I at least hear the first time you asked me on a date?”
“What if I just asked you to dinner instead?”
He blushed. “Purrhaps.”
She reached over and gently threaded her fingers in his. “Do you want to go to dinner, kitty?”
He looked down at their hands and raised hers to press a light kiss to the back of her hand. “Yes.”
She watched him for a moment. “What are you thinking?” After a day of being so in tune, she almost missed knowing exactly what was happening in his mind.
“Something much more embarrassing than that message you deleted.”
She laughed. “Let me guess…” She gestured with one hand as she spoke, imitating the ever-present excitement in his thoughts. “I can’t believe Ladybug asked me on a date. She’s so cool. How did I ever get so lucky? Ladybug’s just so amazing.”
He chuckled, his blush darkening. “Yeah, something like that.”
She leaned in to kiss his nose. “I love it.”
“What are you thinking?” he asked, searching her eyes for some hint.
She looked down, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand. “Mostly a lot of screaming, if we’re being honest. I’ve had a crush on you for a while, too, you know.”
“Right.” He scooted closer. “I guess I thought you hated me after that gum thing.”
“Well, I did at first. But, after you explained it…” She shrugged. “Well, I kind of fell for you instead.”
“Really? That fast?”
“Hey, you fell in love with me after our second fight.”
“Touché,” he chuckled.
She glanced over at him. “Alya’s going to be thrilled, you know. She’s the reason I even called you in the first place.”
“Really? You…” His eyes widened when he understood. “You were nervous?”
“Obviously! Why did you think I was stuttering around you?”
“I don’t…” He shook his head. “I just never imagined you’d be nervous. You’re always so cool and confident.”
She sighed. “I just sort of...forgot how to talk around you.”
“Maybe I should have made more cat puns.”
“Oh, yes.” She rolled her eyes. “That was definitely the problem.”
“I knew it.”
She moved closer and settled her head on his shoulder. “If you come to class tomorrow and start punning, it’s going to be a catastrophe.”
He laughed. “No purr-omises.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
He smiled. “Beat Hawkmoth. Save Paris.”
“Yes,” she snickered. “We’ll out-pun him and make him give up his miraculous.”
“That’s a purrfect plan.” He smirked. “And if that fails, we can just steal his phone.”
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if i had the power to share minds with people one of the first things i would do is sit next to a friend, put on one of thepianoguys’ pieces on youtube, and experience it like i always do (with great passion, just as Steven and Jon always do in the videos). I have always wished I could share how I experience music with someone. Then I’d have them do the same, with one of their favorite songs.
Can you imagine how incredible relationships could get if we had the ability to share minds
Can you imagine how great performing and going to concerts could get if we had the ability to share minds
Can you imagine if we had the ability to share minds
Bersyukur bagiku bukan soal akibat dari rasa kecukupan. Tapi lebih kepada bagaimana cara kita memaknai kesyukuran, yang kemudian bisa disebut bersyukur. Manusia tidak pernah merasa cukup. Lantas, membuat kita tidak bersyukur karena tidak pernah merasa cukup? Jika begitu, betapa kasihannya mereka yang dilahirkan dengan sifat tak-cepat-puas dan sulit-merasa-cukup. Bersyukur bisa dilihat dari apa yang sudah kita perbuat sebagai bentuk kesyukuran. Saat kamu berbagi pada manusia lain, berbagi apapun. Menurutku itu adalah tanda kesyukuran. Bahkan meskipun kamu belum merasa cukup. Sesedikit apapun kamu berbagi nilai positif yang dapat menginspirasi orang lain, menurutku itu adalah bersyukur. Bersyukur ditengah ketidakcukupanmu, setidaknya, ditengah ketidakcukupanmu kamu telah bersyukur. *Bincang singkat saat mengantar surya pulang dan senja datang: My Loc, 0520hours*
