#xherkittyx

[spottedbugaboo]

“Now, before I say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

@xherkittyx​

That means it has to be bad news, right?

A groan is forcibly withheld as her hands shift to cross against her chest. “Okay, I promise. Now, out with it please!”

[predannost]

@xherkittyx​ said:  “Just fur the record. I didn’t copy-Chat purr hairstyle. Kay?” / you come into this house. with. PUNS? | accepting.

Watch Mikaela has he just stares blankly at what this boy said. Three plays on words? It earned Adrien a nice, long sigh of exasperation. He one of those types of people wasn’t he?

“Trust me, I wouldn’t be caught with a side part like yours.” However, he would welcome him into the ahoge gang.

[spottedbugaboo]

“Why do you have that look on your face?” 

@xherkittyx​

“What look? That’s just my face.”

[ofcrossroads]

mistletoe? more like kissletoe. || @xherkittyx

🌿 xherkittyx (to Marinette ^^)

Another akumatized villain 'Anti-Santa' strikes again. Or rather struck. Marinette had been captured — deemed a child who disturbed the peace after noting Anti-Santa's Naughty List had been unfair and unjust. Several other children had been imprisoned in his bag until Chat Noir ( always the hero ) freed them. The Akuma was still loose, a dark butterfly lost among the white snow under the evening sky. While Marinette could feel lingering anxiety about it, that was a problem for another day. For now, Christmas Eve should be spent with loved ones.

“ UWAH! ” Marinette exclaimed, arms flailing in attempt to capture her balance as they landed. Marinette was admittedly surprised Chat Noir decided to prioritize her safety, but something about him bringing her home felt nice. But when she realized they were in the town square, she felt a bit nervous in the way butterflies tickle one's stomach.

She looked to him with initial surprised that softened to a shy endearment. “ You went out of your way... for me? ” There was no hiding the astonished tone to her words or the pleased smile across her features. Maybe it was guilty of her, but she liked that. She liked that Chat Noir prioritized her.

Stepping to his side then, she hooked their arms together and led him down the cobblestone path pointing at the twinkling lights and babbling about the different flowers that meant different things in the wreaths.

Lifting a finger above them, she pointed proudly. “ And this one's mistletoe! ” She exclaimed. “ WAIT—! ” She gasped reflexively as panic overtook her. “ I DIDN'T MEAN— ” There was no excusing her way out of this one. Marinette, despite the innocent intentions, directly led him here. Maybe it was her subconscious working against her. Dramatically, she bowed before looking to him with apologetic eyes. Bringing her hands to her chest, she pointed her index fingers and tapped them against one another. Reflexively, she averted his gaze. This is so embarrassing! “ I really didn't mean for this to happen. ” Although, hearing the words aloud made her doubt herself. Maybe it wasn't intentional, but it didn't feel entirely true.

“ But do you want... to? ”

[ofcrossroads]

pocky day. || @xherkittyx

"What this pocky day thing anyway?" The hero arches a brow at her as he looks from her and to the box of pocky. (from Chat to Marinette~ ;) )

“ I'm starting to think I might be the only one who knows anything about it. ” Maybe she's overthinking all of this; wouldn't be the first time. Shrugging her shoulders, Marinette cants her head to Chat Noir. “ It's a day all about friendship and romance. Pocky's supposed to bring us all together. Friends or couples can share a box of pocky together as a gesture to show how neither of you are alone. ” It's rather sweet in her mind. “ There's an optional game if you're feeling particularly daring... ” Leaning forward, she taps Chat Noir on the nose. “ But you can look that one up yourself. ”

[game-weaver]

Even famous people can get overjoyed about meeting other famous people. As was the case for one Adrien Agreste as he spotted the other boy and walked over to greet him. "Yugi right? King of games?"

Yugi had just gotten himself some coffee after doing some errands when he suddenly heard his name, and his title which startled him. He hadn't heard it in a minute, but usually it meant he needed to run quickly. Still... He only saw one person when he turned around. "Oh! Yes, that's me. Hello."

[spottedbugaboo]

"Why do you hate me?" (delicious angst~)

Hate?

"Chaton, I could never. You don't really think that, do you?"

[ofsavior]

under the mistletoe. || @xherkittyx​​

🌿 (Marinette)

     Christmas was celebrated widely across Paris. From lit rooftops to wreaths residing on business’ doors. There was beauty in it, and Marinette saw it. She’d gone to her balcony to look over the city admiring the beauty that was Paris and its festivities. And... Chat Noir? Was he out on patrol? She hadn’t received an akuma alert... Or was he coming to see her again? Suddenly, she waved across the way and beckoned him to join her. However, it seemed there was already a plan he hand in mind when he pulled her close and swept her away with his staff. Marinette only giggled as she laced her arms around him and played into his paws. Head resting against his shoulder, she eased to her best friend and heroic partner with the comfort of familiarity.

       “ You really have a way of sweeping a girl off her feet. ” Marinette chimed, finding her balance after he set her down. They were at the Eiffel Tower: a spot signature to Ladybug and Chat Noir but different for him and Marinette. Something about the grand gesture felt intimate — enough to make Marinette blush. She stood at his side and observed the scene. Of course, this was truly the best view of the city like looking to a cityscape so expansive it reminded her of the ocean. An ocean of places she loved and wanted to protect. Then, she turned to look at Chat Noir and the landmark behind her. Even the Eiffel Tower held some decorations. And... mistletoe?

       Suddenly, her cheeks were burning and surprise took over her eyes. Butterflies tickled her stomach, and she felt oddly excited. One hand reached at her side and gripped Chat’s. “ Did you plan this? ” She asked. The question sounded more surprised than accusing. Marinette had been convinced he didn’t see her that way; she was only a ‘fan’ after all. But something about Chat Noir’s presence felt like more. He felt like home: familiar and warm and safe like he would always be there. And he always was.

      He also looked surprised, though Marinette wasn’t sure if it was because she’d dragged him under the mistletoe herself or because he had no idea the mistletoe was going to be there in the first place. Either way, she was insisting. “ I want to...! If — you... want to too? ” She felt sheepish suddenly, but his gloves resting upon her cheek was enough of a signal for her to push forward, raise to her tiptoes, and share in her Christmas kiss. A kiss to remember.