#coltaire

I decided to go with superhero alter egos for this one. ;)

“Admit it,” Paon prodded. “You’d miss me and my one-liners.”

“I’ll admit nothing,” Queen Bee sniffed. “You could disappear in the next five seconds and my life wouldn’t change at all.”

“That’s not true.” He leaned back against the balcony railing. “You’d have to get a new partner for one.”

“Fine, my life wouldn’t change for the worse. Is that better?” she asked, smiling sweetly.

Paon narrowed his eyes. “Well, we know you can’t work with Rena. You guys bicker too much.”

“That’s because she won’t ever admit when she’s wrong.”

“And you do?”

Queen Bee crossed her arms. “I would if I was ever wrong, which I’m not.”

“I see. And Carapace refuses to work with you.”

“One time I forget to help him escape a trap and I suddenly get labeled ‘a bad partner’,” she sighed, making air quotes. “He can be so touchy about life and death situations.”

“You left him in there for four hours. His transformation apparently ran out before Chat found him.”

“But did he die though?”

Paon shook his head. “Ridiculous. Obviously LB and Chat aren’t going to split up.”

“They might. I’m pretty sure Ladybug would love to be my partner.”

“Sure.”

Queen Bee rolled her eyes. “Fine. I guess I’m stuck with you, Feather Face.”

He chuckled. “You remind me so much of someone.”

“Who?”

“A friend of mine. Well, I’m not sure she’s really a friend. I don’t know what she is honestly, but she’s always making up ridiculous nicknames for me.” He held up a gloved hand and began ticking off fingers. “Red, One-Eye, Paintbrush, Ginger Snap–”

“Damn it,” Queen Bee swore. “Kurtzberg?!”

Prompt List

Such a sweet prompt! Also hi! I enjoy seeing you in my notifs too! Thank you for always being supportive ;-;

After pushing Inigo to perform for many, many weeks, he’s finally agreed to give a show. Though wanting to wait until the fighting is said and done, he does think that a rousing dance will give some morale to the troops, or so he hopes.

But, he can’t just dance in any old outfit. He needed to be in the best outfit to give the best possible performance. How could he be beautiful, in these shabby old clothes? 

With much saving up and penny pinching, and using off days to go to specialty shops and tailors, he had gathered most of what he deemed a spectacular outfit. He garnished the outfit with the finishing touches himself. He was no master tailor, but he had picked up the very basics of sewing from necessity during darker times. He’s self taught, and his work shows it, but he’s very pleased with adding a personal touch to something that carries so much meaning.

~

Byakuran was pissed. Shoichi had just called him to inform him that the professor at their college was not grading his late paper. He was now heading over to said college to talk some sense into that old geezer.

Byakuran wasn’t paying attention to anything around him. His anger had clouded his mind, and this was all he could think about. People avoided him, feeling the dark, menacing aura surrounding him.

That didn’t mean that there weren’t exceptions. You had been walking with your head down. You had a bad day today, and all you wanted to do was listen to music and get home so you could cry in your bed.

Of course, luck was not on your side. Before you could react, you had bumped into a hard chest. You felt yourself falling backwards, but were caught by large hands. 

That started to squeeze your arms super hard. Tears sprung to your eyes immediately, and you looked up at the man. You flinched at seeing the hatred in his eyes.

Byakuran, on the other hand, had all his anger dissipate in a matter of seconds once he met your twinkling eyes. You were so cute, so compact. The size of your body fit into his body like a glove. It filled him with so much glee.

Before you could run away (like you were trying to), Byakuran kept his grip on you (but noticeably weaker). You trembled in his hands like a scared animal, and it made Byakuran even more excited.

~

You had been walking home late that day. Work had run far longer than you had anticipated, yet you didn’t think it would be a problem. It wasn’t the first time.

Yet, a problem had made an appearance.

As you were walking, a man had come out of nowhere, pulling you into the alley. You tried to fight him, but the man was to strong. That was when you bit into his hand, and managed to get some distance between the two of you.

You were screaming the whole way, but the man was gaining on you. 

Suddenly, you tripped, and slammed into the sidewalk. The man laughed cruely above you. You started to cry, not knowing what to do.

Help came in the form of a man in a suit with a yellow bird perched on his shoulder. 

Your realized immediately who it was. 

“Hibari!” He ignored you, instead focusing on the attacker. He grabbed the guy’s hand, twisting it abnormally, almost making it snap. The man groaned.

“It’s not that I’m not a jealous man. I just don’t like other people touching my things.” You felt your face grow hot as your husband kicked the man in the stomach, making him immobile. 

~

It was out of the blue that Belphegor got a random invite to go on a date. He had almost declined, but then he thought of all the free food he could get out of it, so he shrugged and went with it.

Once he met you, he honestly wasn’t surprised. A beautiful woman like you obviously would fall for a prince.

The prince swirled his blood red wine in his glass, his laughter ringing throughout the restaurant. You looked confused.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, but Belphegor just shook his head. You were in for quite a treat with him. 

“I’m known for being quite vexing. I’m just forewarning you.” You blinked at his words, not processing them for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, you laughed. Like, belly-hurting laughter. Belphegor was stunned.

~

Yamamoto sneakily looked around the corner, watching as you walked innocently down the street. He had been meaning to confess to you for a while, but never had the courage. Squalo, being the great master that he was, had managed to convince him to do it.

(It more went like Yamamoto wasn’t paying attention during training and Squalo had enough of his shit, but that doesn’t matter right now)

He had Squalo teach him a few words in English to make himself seem smarter, since he knew that you valued brains over brawn (whatever the heck that means). He gulped, trying to swallow the knot in his throat as he saw you getting closer.

Once you were in a reasonable distance, he walked over, bumping into you. He caught your shoulder before you fell to the ground, and you gave him a bright smile. 

“Ah, Yamamoto! What’s up?” You giggled.

“Ah, nothing. How about you, hot stuff?” He said, and watched as you froze at his wording.

“What’s a hot stuff?” You asked, and Yamamoto couldn’t process any words. 

@coltaire tagged me, waddup girl 

Relationship status: single.  

Favorite color: listen. i like symbra for a reason, and it’s because their combined palette is basically the colors of my daily items (phone, laptop, wallet, bag, journal, you name it)

Pets: nah. sadly. 

Last song listened to: mothica - out of it (lowself remix)

Favorite TV show: avatar: the last airbender. my childhood + great concept & setting + great story + well rounded badass characters. ugh  

First Fandom:  ben 10. the original series, mind you. y e a h 

Hobbies: drawing has been the most convenient pastime for me. i also watch video game playthroughs to wind down. occasionally, i read books and play video games. 

Favorite Book: the terrible thing that happened to barnaby brocket - john boyne. a very wonderful story about being different from others.

Worst thing I’ve ever eaten/tasted: ginger milk, during a trip to korea. it was supposed to be healthy and stuff, and the tour guide was all praises about it while i try to hide my sour face omg