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apparentlytheproblem · 3 months
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e n e m i e s t o l o v e r s t r o p e - p r o m p t l i s t
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these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows :)
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-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-
"As if you would ever cross my fucking mind."
"fuck you" "when"
“He so likes her.”
“I don’t mind wasting time on you.”
“I feel the opposite of hate…towards you.”
“I feel things…”
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"
“I might need more.”
“I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”
“Oh - don’t fucking do that.”
"shut up and kiss me"
"such a pretty liar mhmm"
“Took you long enough.”
“We might have been wrong.”
"what did you do"
“What the fuck is your problem?
"where the hell is he?"
"you want me?" "you know i do"
"stop crying"
"stop acting as if you're royalty, join reality."
"this is so wrong-"
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-ˏˋ. scenarios ˊˎ-
both of them are in forced proximity because of a crowd rush
internal conflict of being enemies with benefits
fake dating to get someone of their back
enemies but they are shivering and the other offers their hoodie
they make fun of eachother just to keep their attention
they have to work together and they hit a realization on how its not too bad
injured and goes to them to fix up their wounds as they have no where else to go
cant stand that they're ignoring them
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ladynoirfanao3 · 2 months
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Amazing art commission by @zyullaart for my Marinette/Chat Blanc fic "Behind Those Eyes." ♥️😍♥️ Went ahead and posted chapter 2, though this art is from Chapter 3. Fic is rated M, finished, and will be updated once or twice a week! Snippet below:
“I’m not the only person who should matter,” Marinette said, her voice going softer as he inched closer to her. “I should send you away.”
“You’re probably right.” Chat Blanc's hand moved slowly up her shoulder, ghosting along her neck until he rested it against her cheek, claws tangling into her hair. He leaned forward slowly, his nose nearly touching her ear as he whispered, “Tell me to go.”
Marinette’s eyes fluttered closed, anticipation growing within her. “Not sure I can,” she breathed.
Link below!
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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year
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~ I DON'T CARE FOR YOU ~ RIVALS/ENEMIES PROMPTS
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requested by: anonymous request: rivals/enemies that secretly care about each other and look out for the other
Feel free to use and reblog!
"I won't ever do anything for you again!" *continues to help them whenever they're in distress*
cursing the other but secretly being worried about them
taking care of the other while they're unconscious
supporting the other in every regard as long as they're staying anonymous
"How could you be so stupid?"
"Do you really think I hate you? Just because we're rivals doesn't mean I hate you."
"What?! Person A is hurt?" *wide-eyed panic on their face*
feeling defeated when the other is defeated
"If I were you I wouldn't do that."
^ "Oh, so I probably should do it...?"
saying the opposite of what they're feeling
being their secret supporter
"You never listen to me!" "Yes! For a good reason!" "No! You're just being stupid!"
deliberately giving the other a headstart
insults as their love language
getting angry whenever someone else talks badly about the other
"YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT!" *mutters under their breath*: 'You got it! You got it!'
"You know, someone said we would make the perfect team." "Eww! No!" "That's what I thought."
working on themselves just to be better than the other (or for the other?)
A: *being in a dizzy state* B: *taking care of them* "You can be such a pain in the ass." A: *slurring and grinning* "Bu'you love me." B: *sighs*
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flightfoot · 7 months
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Miraculous Enemies AU fanfic recs
So I was just thinking about one of my favorite Miraculous tropes, enemies au. Whether it's Marinette getting the wrong idea about Adrien from the beginning of school, or Chat being cajoled into working for his father, I adore most fics with these tropes, and I'm betting that a lot of other people do as well, so here's a list of some good ones for people to peruse!
Note: I am only listing fics that are currently completed, so you don't have to fear any of these being abandoned. They are in no particular order (or rather, they're in the order in which I was able to track them down in for this list).
cruel youth by @anyxnka
Two teenagers are chosen to wield miraculouses. Only one becomes a superhero. Weeks later, Ladybug’s lucky charm won’t stop spitting out cats.
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i have found someone (like a nomad finds a home) by @hanaasbananas
After Stoneheart, Gabriel figured out who Chat Noir was, and forced him to work for him, rather than with Ladybug. Years later, Adrien is miserable until one night, he meets Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
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Unstuck by @ominousunflower
Chat Noir, notorious supervillain of Paris, experiences a wardrobe malfunction in the best and worst possible place: Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s balcony. Heart pounding, Chat pins Marinette’s wrists to the balcony. She stares up at him, her blue eyes kaleidoscopic from the lights hanging overhead, her features twisted into a scowl. “Why are you trying to take my Miraculous?” Chat hisses. “Because—you—I—” Marinette splutters, her eyes dipping down below Chat’s face. “Why is your suit unzipped?” “I—well…” Chat sighs. “My zipper got stuck.”
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one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus
All of Paris watched as Hawkmoth murdered Chat Noir, taking the Black Cat Miraculous for himself. Ladybug swears revenge, but her enemy—and every Miraculous in his possession—disappear without a trace. Six years later, a new team of villains launches an attack: Volpina, armed with new powers; Queen Bee, with questionable loyalty; Argos, the new holder of the Peacock Miraculous; and Cat Walker, who Ladybug hates the most. Takes place after S4 - Strike Back.
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with this ring by @thelibraryloser
She thought “you and me against the world” had sounded like lopsided odds before, when she hadn’t even dreamed “you against me” was a possibility. Or maybe she had dreamed it, but at least in those dreams he’d had cold blue eyes and a stark white mask. The villain she’d fought today had looked at her through her partner’s own bright green eyes. It wasn’t meant to be this way.
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Nothing Else Matters by LiquefiedStars
Marinette couldn’t figure out Chat Noir. He was supposed to be her partner, but instead ended up working for Hawk Moth. Still, her heart betrayed her and when a strong connection forms between them, Ladybug goes to Chat looking for answers, finding out more than she bargained for.
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home is where the fight is by @rosie-b
Nadja Chamack’s voice greeted Adrien as he sat up straight, wiping his clammy hands on his pants and ignoring the black kwami floating by his shoulder. “—shocked to see our heroine fall in battle today, taking a direct hit from the akuma just as she detransformed. Parisians are torn between blaming Hawk Moth and Cat Walker for their roles in this tragedy, which ultimately revealed the civilian identity of Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Adrien turned off the TV and lowered his head as his vision blurred. Written for Ladrien June Day 7: Injured
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The Great War by icebelle24
'And maybe it’s the past that’s talking, screaming from a crypt Telling me to punish you for things you never did So I justified it' The unthinkable happens, and suddenly, Chat Noir’s allegiances change. Now Ladybug stands on the opposite side of the battlefield from the boy who was once her partner, left alone to make sense of an impossible situation. At least she still has Adrien to give her hope. Or maybe this war is not entirely what it seems.
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Miss Dial by @mysticraven20
Adrien Agreste has always considered Marinette Dupain-Cheng entertaining. Whether it was the endless back and forth of their banter, the clumsiness he found so cute or the fact her anger levels could go from 1-100 in a mere millisecond; he always found there was something about her... if only he could get to know her better. Marinette Dupain-Cheng has always considered Adrien Agreste a pompous, arrogant asshole. From his constant teasing of her, to the obnoxious laugh at her discomfort and the way he could anger her quicker than any other human being; she knew she hated Adrien Agreste with all she was worth. But what happens when Adrien accidentally sends the wrong text to the wrong person and a new friendship blossoms - a friendship deeper than either have ever known? Will Marinette choose to stay faithful to the budding relationship with the boy on the other side of the phone? Or will a new job with an old foe fill the loneliness in her heart?
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call it even by @anna-scribbles and @sha-nwa
After a year of dating, there is one thing Marinette knows for certain: it's her and Adrien against the world. Through it all, Adrien is kind, patient, and endlessly understanding—even as she tries her best to keep her secret superhero identity hidden from him along with the rest of the world. Nothing could ruin it, not even the supervillains of Paris: Hawkmoth and Chat Noir. (adrinette dating // ladynoir enemies au)
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oh, look, there you go with hope again by @ladyofthenoodle
After the defeat of Hawkmoth and his accomplice, Chat Noir, Marinette is ready to return to her normal life, but she can't escape Adrien Agreste, who was sentenced to a fate many consider worse than prison: public school. Specifically, her public school. Still, that doesn't mean she has to interact with him, does it? Except, if she doesn't... who will?
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Redemption by JamieHasCatEyes
Papillon has been defeated and imprisoned, but his accomplice, Chat Noir, was given a second chance. Marinette's time as Ladybug may be over, but she still has work to do if she wants to help Adrien reintegrate back into society.
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The Son Of My Enemy by Saccha
Cat Noir never wanted to be a villain, but he doesn't have a choice. Ladybug wishes she could save him. A reverse love square, villain!Cat Noir AU.
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metamorphosis by @peachcitt
“I was thinking about that time you hated me.” “Why?” "I don’t know." “I didn’t.” “I know.” or three years after hawkmoth's defeat, marinette is still trying to figure out her version of normal. there's also sleepovers.
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Stealing Freedom by @rosie-b
Adrien Agreste was a good person. Marinette knew this to be true, of course; she wouldn’t be marrying him if he were some irredeemable villain. No, her fiancé was practically the opposite of evil. He cooed over babies and kittens, literally stopped to smell the roses, and always brought large bouquets of them to dates. He had trouble killing spiders and bugs, begging his partner to take on the task whenever she was around to save him. Adrien was the sweetest person Marinette knew, the most kindhearted, the most forgiving; he was almost too perfect for her sometimes. But now, Marinette knew that the same Adrien who still blushed when his fiancée kissed him was also the well-known terror of Paris, Cat Walker.
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snacc-noir · 1 year
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When you have to have family dinner with your enemy after (accidentally!!!l) making out
new chapter of Dearly Despised dropped
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berriez-for-life · 2 years
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Repeat my name. . .
Its technically your nickname but alright. Apologise if its slightly blurry x""D
SO-- ENEMIES AU BY @buggachat HOLYYYY SHIIITTT, EVERYONE GOING CRAZY, AM GOING CRAZY. EVERYONE DOING THEIR PREDICTION OF THE COMIC, I AM DOING MY PREDICTION OF THE COMIC— AND AM STILL LOSSIN MA MIND ON HOW VERY WELL THE WHOLE PLOT WAS DONE FFNFNFNGN BLESS YOU @buggachat FOR REAAL THANKS FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL CONTEST!!
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valhalayne · 2 years
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A little fun with a dress from @buggachat ‘s amazing Enemies Bakers au!! I have to say that I’m OBSESSED with it and this dress design!
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for the refined enjoyers of citrus and lavender around these parts 😌
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miabrown007 · 8 months
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Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, that’s alright, though. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all just part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.
with illustration from @art-the-f-up in the chapter!
many many thanks to @ladyofthenoodle and @khanofallorcs for beta-reading! <3
Chapter 1 - Eyes Wide Shut (3,835 words, 1/32 chapters)
Adrien Agreste is at a standstill, perched up way above ground, and he hates every second of it.
Like a marionette waiting for its next command, his arms dangle by his elbows, prim and proper. He has no idea for how long he has to exist like this—because letting him know about decisions affecting his own life feels like a revolutionary concept no one has ever considered—but he knows he is getting tired. If only he knew how to cut his strings; but it's impossible when he barely sees them.
Even if he could, the question remains, what would he do after?
"Raise this arm a little higher, dear." Violet nudges him.
Adrien complies. The more seamlessly he follows the instructions, the sooner he's done with any task. He knows. It doesn't make him hate the process less, though.
He doesn't even know exactly why they are taking his measurements for this particular outfit. The black lounge suit had been an item for the 'dystopian fashion collection', a failure so spectacular in its Gallup poll that the project had been shut down before the first concepts were presented to the wider staff.
But Adrien has gotten over the need to ask questions. He endures the tape-measure’s dance around him silently, and doesn't mention that it's probably overkill to be wearing the black face mask that goes with the suit. Truth be told, it's quite cute with the white whiskers. It's something Adrien can imagine taking a liking to—were it not for the inherent design flaw of making breathing impossible.
All things considered, the collection's downfall isn't such a wonder. It'd have been hard to find any sane person willingly submitting themselves to wearing these masks, bar something devastatingly convincing, like a global pandemic, occurring. Paired with the inbuilt ‘bonus’ of preventing recognition by even your closest friends, Adrien is of the opinion the design never stood a chance.
Of course, haute couture has never been about functionality. Designer items sell by the brand name. This is why the lack of recognition surrounding the purple butterfly used to puzzle Adrien. After all—according to everyone he’s ever talked to—his father is a great and successful businessman. So, he figured, there's a lot he couldn’t know about running a financially successful business, and thus the origins of the Agreste wealth.
Money had never been more than a mere concept to him. His family had always had it. And with money had come the business trips his father had taken twice a month, as well as the myriad of staff around the mansion Adrien had grown up in. It had been just their way of living—cold rooms, deep frowns, and deeper curtsies—and so he’d never stopped to consider: where has all the money been coming from?
In hindsight, it should have been evident.
And Adrien could have seen it— Adrien should have seen it. His only excuse for this blind spot is his very nature: being his father’s son, born more than raised. But even that thin line of defence crumbles under the significance of the issue.
He had tried telling himself that he’d always been trained to drop the questions and follow orders. To look the other way when business papers get signed. To leave banalities be, like the way his mother vanished one day when he was eleven. To turn up the music when the arguments get too loud and pots of cranberry sauce splashed on the tiles. He had tried to convince himself that when he’d started to study the company’s records—instead of studying architecture, like he’d wanted to—they’d all looked oh-so-very-orderly, so really, he couldn’t have known. He had tried, but…
In the end, the argument of ‘how was he supposed to know the family business he’s been preparing to take over is not a fashion empire, but a drug cartel?’ falls flat on its face.
Eyes wide shut don’t turn the lights any less red.
[read the whole chapter on AO3]
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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 9 months
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The trust between Ladybug and Chat Noir is stretched to breaking point when a new butterfly holder emerges in the wake of Monarque's defeat. Chat Noir doesn't know who to trust until Chrysalis confronts him with a truth Ladybug had tried to bury: Monarque made the Wish—and she wants Chat Noir’s help to undo it.
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“I shouldn’t,” she said quietly, turning her face away. “Besides, I’m not really in a party mood… there’s still Guardian stuff to do.” He studied her gaze, fixed on something unseen in the distance. Though he’d long grown accustomed to the way his heart tugged harder toward her the further away she went, this time the pang ground deeper in his chest. “Right, of course,” Chat Noir said, turning away too. “You took Monarque down.” You and Gabriel Agreste, he couldn’t help thinking. “I’m sure you have a lot to talk to Nooroo about. And Su Han. And the team.”  What a talk that would be, when Chat Noir would receive the play-by-play alongside all the other Holders. There was no point being angry about it. Not when Gabriel was gone, when Ladybug wore her victory like a shroud, when there was still so much work to do. Chat Noir didn’t know how to be angry without destroying anything—and so much had already been destroyed.  “And you have to find a new Butterfly Holder too, right?”
so excited to do this collab with @ladyofthenoodle! this fic is gonna be amazing guys. don't let all the angst scare you away from the happy ending ;)
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coffeebanana · 1 year
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Ladynoir + "He hadn't looked at her like that in years."
Thanks for the ask!!! So kajsfbkjf this is from months ago, and I want you to know that literally my first thought upon reading this prompt was "oh. that's so good". So good that I had to put it aside 4 months apparently 😂. But it's my goal this month to empty out my ask box, and better late than never!! (If I remember correctly was the ask game was to send a pairing and one sentence and I was supposed to write the next 5? But I don't know moderation so this will be more than 5 ahaha.) *** He hadn't looked at her like that in years. Like she was infallible. Like he'd follow her to the ends of the Earth, fully knowing the planet was round and he was really promising eternity. Like maybe, despite everything, he still loved her. (Like he hadn't betrayed her.) But a pair of sparkling eyes didn't make up for the last two years. They didn't make up for the oceans of tears she'd cried, and they couldn't slow the river of turmoil roaring through the city streets, where their cries of joy had once graced the skies. The time for forgiveness was over. Chat Noir didn't seem to have gotten the memo.
Ladybug clenched her fists at her sides as a gust of wind tore past them. The top of Montparnasse Tower had seemed a neutral place to meet when she'd first suggested it, but now...she followed his gaze across the roof, her stomach churning when she remembered one of the first times they'd stood up here. Well, maybe "remembered" was the wrong word. She'd seen the picture more times than she could count--on the Ladyblog, on billboards, in magazines--but now more than ever, she couldn't for the life of her figure out what had prompted her to kiss him.
Tonight, his words cut into her attempts at speculation.
"You came," he said. Even now, his voice was a warmth that battled the wind and wrapped itself around her for a brief moment of time. A moment of calm.
The icy wind burned her cheeks when his words fell away. "I said I would," she replied shortly. "I'm not the one who breaks promises."
His expression faltered at that, but she looked away before she could fully register it. She wasn't falling for his tricks.
She especially wasn't falling for his next words.
"I'm sorry." He took a small step closer, and she took a larger one back. "You're sorry?" She laughed, the bitterness she'd swallowed for years finally bursting free. "For what, exactly? For abandoning me? For joining the Shadow Moth?"
For breaking my heart? Chat bowed his head. "For everything. I never wanted to hurt you, my la--" "I'm not your lady," she interrupted, ignoring the part of her that still very much wanted to be. The part of her that had played through scenarios just like this one in her dreams.
(In those dreams, she always took him back. She took his face in her hands, and he ran his fingers through her hair oh so carefully. His claws scratched lightly against her scalp. His touch sent shivers down her spine. In those dreams, she could never figure out what exactly he tasted like, but his lips didn't leave much else to the imagination.) "I know that," he said. "But I...you have to understand, I never wanted this. It wasn't my choice, Ladybug."
She snorted. "Right. And I'm just supposed to believe that?"
"No." He shook his head sadly. "I brought proof."
He took another step closer, and this time Ladybug didn't move away--she was so tired of fleeing. She did however raise her yo-yo defensively as he reached into his pocket, but all he pulled out was a silver ring.
She eyed it warily. "What's that?" "An Amok," he whispered, his voice almost lost to the howl of the wind. "Mine."
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heartfulselkie · 11 months
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Two days, she’d told him. The news didn’t seem to calm him at all as Chat Noir went quiet again as soon as Marinette spoke. She watched how his already dulled eyes seemed to glaze over further. He’d gone somewhere she couldn’t see. Marinette’s heart ached at how he surrounded himself with invisible walls. They were within touching distance and yet he was hiding from her.
“Chat?” she called to him softly. It almost felt like he’d shatter right there if she were to speak too loudly. In an attempt to coax him back from wherever he’d gone, she gently squeezed his hand. His fingers twitched against hers in return, but that was the only response he gave.
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sunlightandsuffering · 2 months
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Late as fuck Mikasa birthday drabble that I don't love lol ! I always miss my enemies AU, they're honestly hilarious. Mikasa breaking his arm and wanting to sign his cast will never not be iconic to me ! ALSO MIGHT MAKE THEM FIANCE'S, I DID HERE, MIGHT AS WELL RIGHT! “Nice gun.” It sounds like a bad pickup line, a shitty attempt to get into her pants, and well, it totally is, but the guy lingering around her Uncle’s bar also isn’t wrong. “Thanks,” she comments casually, trailing a finger over the condensation on her glass, “It was a gift.” 
At this, the guy snorts, an eyebrow raised almost into his hairline, “Someone got you a baby pink Glock as a gift?” 
Mikasa shrugs innocently, tucking the very poorly concealed weapon further into the waistband of her jeans, she’d just come back from intimidating a rival gang member, okay? She’d needed it, she doesn’t just carry her gun around with her like a monster, it’s not even loaded, it's solely for intimidating purposes. Plus, she looks very pretty waving it around while Connie and Reiner stand menacingly behind her, where’s the fun in being a mob princess if she can’t play a little? But the story of how she got her pink Glock is one that she looks upon perhaps a little too fondly, even more so when she catches Eren’s eye over her would-be suitor’s head, a little smirk on his face that he can’t hide, having heard their whole discussion. 
She doesn’t know if she should be embarrassed that he’s heard, or say fuck it and drag him to the back room all over again like she did when she was gifted the gun in the first place. 
2 Years Ago 
“So you’re not even going to wish me a happy birthday?” Mikasa asks somewhat petulantly, trying not to let the whine creep into her voice, not to show just how perturbed she is that he’s the only one so far who hasn’t wished her a happy birthday. For fuck’s sake, Connie, his number two had sent her a giant stuffed teddy bear, and she can barely get a happy birthday from him, her supposed fiancé? Eren barks out a disbelieving laugh, “Mikasa you broke my arm last month, I just got out of the cast, which, by the way, still fucking hurts–” “You had it coming to you.” “I had to learn how to shoot with my left hand!” 
Mikasa scoffs, “You love being ambidextrous, I haven’t heard you shut up about it since.” “Because it’s fucking cool! But that’s beside the point, we’re in a gang Mikasa, I get shot at semi-regularly, and you didn’t even apologize!” At this, Mikasa shoots him a glare, “I did so.” “When?” Eren snaps and Mikasa studiously looks away, “I helped you out a few times.” 
Eren balks at her, his mouth hanging open, and she thinks rather smugly that for once in his life he actually looks a little stupid, rather than the unfairly good-looking visage she’s used to. 
“You demanded to sign my cast and threatened to break my other arm,” Eren tells her glibly and Mikasa frowns, her brow furrowing up in a way her mother would scold her for, yelling about forehead wrinkles and botox. “That’s not what I’m talking about,” Mikasa snarks back, before lowering her voice to a whisper, “I’m talking about after.”
Eren arches a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a wicked smirk crossing his lips, those eyes gleaming in delight as he recalls that particular night, “Oh that.” 
“Yes,” Mikasa hisses, “That.”
That had been Mikasa jerking Eren off in the backroom, out of the goodness of her heart of course, because he might be ambidextrous now, but he hadn’t been then, and well, who was she to refuse him? That would just be cruel, and really why use his non-dominant arm when both of hers were readily available… and her mouth too, that had also been very available to him. 
“Well that,” Eren smiles fondly, his eyes glazing over a bit as he thinks about it, a small affectionate smile gracing his lips, “That was just good business Miki, payback for breaking my arm in the first place.” She smacks his now healed broken arm, vibrating with fury, “That was me helping you out, you asshole!” Eren scoffs, his smile morphing into a pout, “It wasn’t I had to practically beg–” “As you should!” Mikasa huffs and Eren growls in irritation at being interrupted, “Mikasa!” 
“You’re not even going to wish me a happy birthday?” She finishes sadly, a hint of genuine sadness creeping into her tone, she does have feelings, and he is supposed to be her fiancé. "After all i've done for you." Eren groans, “Oh my god.” Mikasa sniffles, just a little, not allowing the tears to fall, her head turned away, she’d always thought they had this very charming back and forth, that when they finally wed it wouldn’t be so bad, that maybe, just maybe they could fall in love and all the sexual chemistry they had would be put to good use. 
Her lower lip quivers just a little and Eren sighs deeply beside her, an arm hooking around her neck and dragging her towards him, “You’re such a fucking brat.” “I am not!” She protests, but she is silenced with a rough kiss to her lips, and as usual, he tastes like good whisky and a hint of mint, familiar. She melts into him, her hands finding the soft strands of hair gathered at the nape of his neck, digging into the silky whisps. Eren grunts as she tries to climb into his lap, because fuck it, this can be her birthday present. But to her dismay, Eren keeps her firmly planted in her spot next to him, his arm weighing heavy around her shoulders and his other hand buried firmly between her thighs, teasing her whilst at the same time keeping her in place. 
She pulls back questioningly, her lips swollen, silver eyes catching on soft reverent green ones, “Eren what are you–” “Happy Birthday,” he mumbles and before Mikasa can say another word he’s pulling a gun from the waist band of his jeans and she’s shocked to see it’s not his own, it’s definitely not his own. It’s bright pink, almost candy coloured, like a barbie and Mikasa gasps as he places it in her lap. It’s slightly bejewelled around the handle, and if it was anyone else, it would be the gaudiest thing she’s ever received, she’d fucking hate it. But Eren knows her far too well, probably better than he should if she’s being honest, and Mikasa squeals as she snatches it from his grasp. It’s impractical and ridiculous, and the silliest things she’s ever received, but she absolutely loves it. What says mob princess more than a pink fucking gun? 
“I love it,” she tells him seriously and Eren lets out an audible exhale, “Good, because that shit was embarrassing to ask about, do you know Jean almost laughed me out of the arms room?” Mikasa laughs in delight, checking him with her shoulder lightly before she cuddles in, enamoured with her gift, fingers trailing excitedly over the Swarovski crystals embedded in the handle, just before the grip so as not to be uncomfortable to hold. “If you lose it you’re not getting another one,” Eren tells her firmly and she leans up in a rush to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks. “Thanks,” she tells him softly, her other hand slipping down to lace their fingers together, she’s not often this affectionate, this loving with her rival turned husband-to-be.
But really, it’s Eren, he deserves a reward for this.
“Happy birthday,” he winks and Mikasa laughs, setting the gun on the table, “You were totally just afraid to give it to me weren’t you, that’s why you haven’t talked to me all day?” Eren scowls, “Why do you have to ruin everything, I was not!” 
“You totally were, I bet you’ve been agonizing over when to give it to me all day.” “I wasn’t,” He insists, and Mikasa cackles deviously, “You so were.” 
“Whatever, we’re even now, Ackerman.” She laughs in delight, pressing another kiss to his cheek, they are so not even, they are never even and that’s just how she likes it. “Don’t make me break your other arm, Yeager.” “At least it won’t be my dick this time, Ackerman.” She presses her lips together to hide her smile, “Now I know you’re not upset about that.” “Still pisses me off that I’m not the first one you broke,” Eren mumbles grumpily, and she buries her face in his shoulder because she can’t wipe the fucking smile off her face, he’d been so damn pouty about that. 
“I can break it again,” she breathes huskily against his neck, and he hums contemplatively. 
“I’d like to see you try.” 
“Back room, ten minutes.”
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xhanisai · 2 months
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stay with me
Pairing - Ladynoir
Prompt - 'Enemies'
Summary -
He was the disciple of Maître Wang Fu.
She was the disciple of the Order Of The Guardians.
He's to recover the Ladybug miraculous from her and ensure it's safe with his master and far, far away from the corrupted guardians. She's to recover the Black Cat miraculous from him and make sure it's as far away as possible from the runaway guardian Fu.
However, the second they were both at a stalemate with their fight after defeating Cœur De Pierre, her bandalore tugging his baton towards her, Chat Noir's heart succeeded in shifting his goals and his reluctance to fight her was crystal clear within his feline greens.
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 He was the disciple of Maître Wang Fu, a tiny yet formidable man who protected the mother box of the miraculous and has been doing so for almost two hundred years with one sacrifice after another.
 She was the disciple of the Order Of The Guardians, an underground army from Tibet whose job is to protect the miraculous and harshly train their students to become potential wielders of the magic jewels as well as collaborate with the United Nations. 
 The hosts of Creation and Destruction had a common goal: defeat Le Papillon, recover the butterfly miraculous and deliver a suitable punishment for the chaos he caused.
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They both also had a goal that was a hindrance to the other.  He's to recover the Ladybug miraculous from her and ensure it's safe with his master and far, far away from the corrupted guardians. She's to recover the Black Cat miraculous from him and make sure it's as far away as possible from the runaway guardian Fu.
 However, the second they were both at a stalemate with their fight after defeating Cœur De Pierre, her bandalore tugging his baton towards her, Chat Noir's heart succeeded in shifting his goals and his reluctance to fight her was crystal clear within his feline greens.
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 "You're...you're beautiful," He rasped in loving awe, mesmerised by how the stormy ice blues transformed into the glittering ocean the second she registered his words. He then couldn't help but follow his heart one more time and follow through with his next actions, bringing her even closer.
 Not to take her miraculous.
But to deliver a soft, soft, first kiss.
 "You're not like them...you're not like them at all. Join me, Ladybug, and let's fight all injustices in the world together." Was all he murmured into her frozen lips before leaping away without a beat.
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 Ladybug could only sink to her knees after a few more minutes of trying (but failing) to process what had just happened, iron-firm fingers now trembling and brushing her tingling lips and the apples of her cheeks fuzzy with a foreign heat she'd never, ever felt.
 "Warm...he's so warm...I didn't know people could be like that..."
 And for the umpteenth time that day since meeting Chat Noir, she questioned her superiors and their motives.
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flightfoot · 1 year
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From my experience, there are three main types of enemies AU in Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction:
Villain Chat Noir, Hero Ladybug Ladynoir enemies au. This is the most common one, as it's pretty easy to pull off without altering the plot or characters much. Typically Gabriel finds Adrien just after he got the Black Cat Miraculous, shows him his mother's body, and convinces him to fight Ladybug in order to get her Miraculous and make the Wish. In more recent times, with the rise of Sentiadrien, Chat may inexplicably start fighting against Ladybug due to being controlled via his Amok, leading Ladybug to feel betrayed and confused.
Adrienette enemies AU. This one typically involves the misunderstanding in Origin about Adrien putting gum on Marinette's seat continuing, and even getting worse, with Adrien putting up with it at first but then lashing back out when Marinette won't stop thinking the worst of him, leading to a true rivalry. There's also some Adrienette enemies AU where Marinette didn't know Adrien when he was younger and, knowing he's Hawkmoth's son, is suspicious of him and believes that Adrien is following in his footsteps. Generally in these cases Marinette's the one who jumps to conclusions about Adrien being guilty, and Adrien reacts to those accusations, sometimes with anger, and sometimes with sadness and despair.
This is the rarest one, but Villain Ladybug, Hero Chat Noir enemies AU fics do exist. It's exceedingly hard to pull off though, as Marinette doesn't have as strong reasons to side with Hawkmoth as Chat does, especially with her strong sense of justice. It often takes a lot of finangling to make this plausible.
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kasienda · 1 year
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Everything I have ever wanted from an enemies AU, which is a trope I can only rarely get behind. This is a beautiful story that I’m obsessed with and I hope a lot of people get to see and enjoy it!! Summary: She thought “you and me against the world” had sounded like lopsided odds before, when she hadn’t even dreamed “you against me” was a possibility. Or maybe she had dreamed it, but at least in those dreams he’d had cold blue eyes and a stark white mask.
The villain she’d fought today had looked at her through her partner’s own bright green eyes.It wasn’t meant to be this way.
Read it!
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