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chanceuseladynoire · 4 years

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Snow Angel

I started posting my fourth work. You can read it on AO3 here.

Rating:General Audiences

Category: F/M

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Relationship: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Alix Kubdel | Bunnyx, Tikki, Plagg

Additional Tags: Time Shenanigans, aged-up, Fluff, Angst, Kidnapping, Searching, Getting help from unlikely places, Adrien has gone a little crazy, Adrien is in denial, lost kitty, Bunnyx _really _needs to get a lock for her burrow, Miraculous Wish, Relationship Advice, Worried Friends and Family, Season 3 Spoilers, Chat Blanc Episode Spoilers - Freeform

Summary: Where is Marinette? It is a popular question this morning and Adrien is starting to worry. The 17-year-old lycée student (and teen heart-throb supermodel) can't do anything about it, but perhaps a certain cat-themed superhero can pick up her trail.

*Warning: Season 3 Spoilers Ahead*

Chapter 1: Missing

Adrien dropped his school bag next to his usual desk, took his seat, and waited for class to start. He scrolled through his calendar on his phone. Only three photoshoots this week, and the regular piano, fencing and Chinese practices. A chemistry quiz today, history paper due on Friday. It was actually shaping up to be a pretty light week. He might be able to sneak in a few more patrols with Ladybug.

Or perhaps get Marinette to slip one of Paris’ favorite heroes a few cookies on her balcony. Either option sounded fine to him.

Speaking of Marinette, where was she? Class was going to start in two minutes. She’d been making a special effort to squeak into class five minutes before the final bell since starting their second year of lycée and no longer having the luxury of living across the street from school. She probably overslept again.

The seconds ticked by. The bell rang. The history class started. The desk next to Adrien remained empty.

He didn’t start to worry until class ended and there was still no sign of the bluenette. Adrien hoped she wasn’t ill. She had seemed fine yesterday.

He could text her and ask if she was okay, but he felt that might be overstepping. Besides, he didn’t want to disturb her if she was feeling unwell. He decided to try the next best thing to messaging Marinette directly.

[Adrien] Hey. Have you heard from Marinette this morning? She wasn’t in class.

A reply popped up almost instantly.

[Alya] I haven’t. Give me a sec.

Adrien pocketed his phone and walked down the hall to his calculous class. He set his phone on his desk and unpacked his tablet and stylus. The phone’s screen lit up a minute before the bell rang.

[Alya] She’s not answering her phone. I’ll try the bakery next.

[Adrien] Thanks. Class is about to start. I’ll check back in with you later.

Adrien pushed the budding sense of unease away as the teacher began lecturing about integrals.

With his math class over, Adrien once again packed up to move to classical world literature. They were studying Shakespeare’s sonnets. He was gleaning so much glorious material for Chat Noir to use later. It was almost better than his Sunday night ritual of scouring the internet for new cat puns and memes. Almost.

Adrien did his best not to bump into anyone on the stairs as he headed down to his next classroom with his attention focused on his phone.

He had received six new texts and a missed call in the last hour.

[Alya] I talked to Sabine. She hasn’t seen Marinette since last night.

[Alya] She assumed that she just missed her leaving this morning.

[Alya] Mari still isn’t answering her phone.

[Alya] She wasn’t in our French class last period.

[Alya] Let me know when you see her. Okay?

That uneasy feeling from earlier had lodged itself in the pit of his stomach and was growing.

He typed a quick promise to Alya that he would notify her when he saw their friend.

The missed call and sixth text were from Mme. Cheng.

Adrien rounded the last step and stopped out of the flow of traffic before opening the text. The squirming feeling in his gut was getting worse.

[Mama Cheng] Have you seen Marinette this morning? Alya just called and no one seems to have seen her since last night. Tom and I are starting to worry.

Adrien failed to notice his foot tapping out a nervous staccato against the floor tiles.

[Adrien] I haven’t seen her this morning either. I will have her call you the minute I do.

He pressed ‘send,’ hoping that his optimism in stating ‘when’ not ‘if’ he sees Marinette was not unfounded. He didn’t want to start thinking that way.

He stood there, staring at his phone, trying to decide what to do, as the halls emptied and the next period of classes began. He felt Plagg start nudging his hip from inside his book bag. It was the final push he needed.

Adrien hurriedly stopped by the school nurse and told her that he wasn’t feeling well and asked to be excused from his classes for the rest of the day.

The nurse took one look at his pale face and agreed to let the rest of his teachers know of his absence. Having a reputation for being a model student had its advantages.

Adrien walked out the front doors of the school as quickly as he could without drawing attention to himself. As soon as he had the freedom of the pavement outside, he ran to the shadows of the nearest alleyway.

Usually Plagg talked to Adrien from wherever he was lounging at the time, but as soon as they were hidden from view, the kwami of destruction phased through the bag and floated at eye level. His tail was flicking back and forth agitatedly. He crossed his stubby arms over his chest and narrowed his toxic green eyes at his holder.

“Well, what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?” Plagg drawled exasperatedly, but Adrien could read the subtext after four years of partnership. His kwami was worried.

He finally had a name for that feeling crawling its way up from his stomach and grasping at his throat now. Fear. It was definitely fear.

“Plagg, claws out!”

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Five minutes later Chat Noir landed on Marinette’s balcony with a soft flump.

Nothing looked out of place, but something... wasn’t quite right. Chat couldn’t quite put his claw on it just yet.

He moved the information to the back of his mind to let his subconscious work out whatever it was. His attention turned to the skylight hatch leading to his friend’s bedroom. He eased the door open and poked his head inside.

Still nothing seemed amiss. Her bed was unmade (not uncommon with how quickly she usually needed to leave for school after hitting snooze on her alarm four times). Bits of pink fabric were strewn across her sewing desk and pinned to the dress form in the corner. Pictures of her friends were taped to the walls. It all looked perfectly normal for her room.

Chat Noir dropped onto the loft, careful to land next to the bed to keep his boots from dirtying her bedding. That’s when it hit him—the thing that was out of place.

There was an unfamiliar scent in Marinette’s room.

He sniffed around the bed. It smelled mostly of pleasant things that he associated with the young designer, like vanilla and sugar. Underneath the comforting scents was another, unfamiliar one.

Chat Noir wasn’t quite sure how to describe it. It smelled... cold. It was like the sharp sting of ice on a bitterly cold day when the wind bites at your ears and nose and burns your cheeks with snowflakes like shards of glass. The scent stood out in sharp contrast to Marinette who smelled like everything warm and comforting.

He took a few minutes to sniff around the rest of her room. He didn’t pick up the foreign scent anywhere except near the bed. He did find Marinette’s phone under her bed. It was on silent and the battery was nearly dead. She had forty-six missed calls and messages. Chat was willing to bet that most of them were from Alya.

He left the phone where it was and pulled himself back up to the balcony.

The icy scent was on the edge of the hatch door. He also smelled it on one of the many potted plants surrounding Marinette’s oasis. Whoever it was must have brushed against the leaves.

The intruder had entered through the skylight from the balcony, just as Chat Noir had.

A string of events started taking shape in his mind. He didn’t like where they led.

A stranger had come to Marinette’s balcony, let themselves into her room, and taken the girl from her bed.

Someone had kidnapped Marinette.

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Chat Noir spent the rest of the afternoon sniffing around rooftops near the Dupain-Cheng bakery in an ever expanding radius. From time to time he dropped to ground level as well, but that didn’t seem right for some reason and he inevitably returned to the roofs.

After a few hours, he got lucky. (No one was more surprised than him since good luck was not his forte.)

Someone in a building to the south had left a pool towel hanging out to dry on a balcony railing. A brush of odor on the colorful material matched the one locked in Chat’s scent memory.

He continued searching to the south. He had never put so much effort into tracking before. Why hadn’t he thought to practice before now?

An hour later, he found his next clue. He followed the scent along a straight line of roofs at a full run on all fours. Chat’s mind presented him with two pieces of information as his claws dug into the roof tiles and his legs propelled him forward.

First, the scent was getting harder to follow as more time passed. Second, Chat knew of only three groups who took routes like this. None were great options.

He slid to a stop at the end of the roof line and stood easily on the edge. His breathing was labored and he could feel his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. Anxiety and exertion were flooding his system with adrenaline. Chat’s tail twitched behind him just as Plagg’s had before transforming that afternoon. A low growl slipped past his clenched teeth.

He’d lost the trail.

Chat needed help. He opened the map feature on his baton and searched for Ladybug’s icon. She wasn’t there. It was a long shot anyway. They usually weren’t transformed this time of day unless there was an Akuma attack. Fortunately he hadn’t had to deal with one of those today. Chat could only handle one crisis at a time.

He switched his baton to phone mode and called his partner. It went to voicemail.

“Ladybug, I’ve got a bit of a situation here. Do you remember Marinette Dupain-Cheng? I think she may be a friend of yours, but that’s not important right now.”

He did his best to keep the strain out of his voice. Ladybug didn’t want an update on his emotional state. She only wanted cold, hard facts.

“Look, I think she’s been kidnapped. No one has seen her all day. I went by her house to check if I could find anything and picked up an unfamiliar scent. I’m tracking it south through the fifth arrondissement right now. And, LB, I’m tracking it across the roofs. We might be looking at an akuma or sentimonster, though it’s been pretty quiet for one of Hawkmoth’s games. There’s a possibility it might be a—another miraculous holder.”

He paused for a moment to let that sink in.

“Anyway, call me when you get this. I’m going to keep looking. Bye.”

Chat Noir ended the call and continued his pursuit.

Frustration outweighed his anxiety hours later as the sun started to set beyond the Paris skyline. He hadn’t been able to pick up the trail again. He tracked it as far as he could, but he lost it.

He groaned as he slid down a brick wall protruding from the roof he was currently on. He sat on the plaster and released his transformation. A crackle of bright green energy washed over his body and Plagg sprang from the ring. Adrien handed him a piece of Camembert before the grumpy little cat could ask.

“How’s it going, kid?” Plagg asked, then tossed the chunk of smelly cheese in the air and swallowed it whole. Normally with him it was eat first, ask questions later.

“I lost the trail.” Adrien thunked his head against the bricks behind him. The small pain this caused was a slight comfort in the face of Adrien’s disgust with his tracking skills.

“I know, kid. But, honestly, you did great. It wasn’t an easy scent to find. I’m impressed that you were able to follow it this far.”

If Plagg was trying to comfort him and willingly handing out compliments, it really was the end of days.

Adrien appraised his old friend. “You’re really worried about her, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

Plagg stared off to the south. Adrien was sure the little glutton had heard him, but was declining to comment.

Plagg had always seemed partial to Marinette. Adrien didn’t know why. His kwami had never met the girl, but he did seem to bring her up more than Adrien’s other friends.

“Let’s go, kid. There’s nothing more we can do tonight, and I’m sure Pantsuit is wondering where you are by now.”

Adrien pushed himself to his feet. He had no idea what he was going to tell Nathalie, but he didn’t really care right now. Maybe he would do something crazy and try telling her the truth that one of his friends was missing and he had been out all day looking for her. Telling Nathalie the truth. He scoffed. There was a concept.

“Plagg, claws out.”

#Snow Angel by mostlovedgirl #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fan fic #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #adrienette #marichat #ml season 3 spoilers

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javelon · 5 years

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Crossroads Deal - Bad Ending

A demon deal. Jack hadn't wanted to believe it. When Marvin and Henrik told everyone what they found he had argued that they must be mistaken. He couldn't bring himself to think that Chase would have done such a thing, all to save him. It was just a coincidence.

Then Anti went into Chase's phone and found the location history. Most of it was normal; house, gas station, grocery store. That sorta thing. Then he found an odd location in the country, not far from them. Jack had gone there with Marvin and Anti to check it out and found a dirt crossroads. Marvin went to the center and used his magic to dig up a box that's contents made Jack's blood run cold. Inside this small unsuspecting box was dirt, a bone, and a picture of Chase. And Jack hated it. He didn't even want to look at it as it was undeniable proof that Chase had made a deal to bring Jack back.

"I just don't get it, Chase. Why? Why would you do this?" Jack whispered to his comatose friend, clasping one of Chase's too cold hands in his.

The egos said Chase had been having a hard time. Henrik told him about the anti anxiety and depression pills the doctor had prescribed to help with Chase's mental health and about the counselor Henrik had tried to get Chase to go see. Jack wishes he had been here to help.

"Please wake up, Chase. You've got so many people here who miss you and need you. Anti's become a living statue now. Marv never performs any of his shows. Jackie spends more and more time away from home and when he does come home he's a mess of injuries. Hen speaks in German more than English now which you know he only does when he's really stressed. And Jamie keeps compulsively cleaning everything, says he wants to make sure you don't have to worry about anything when you wake up. And your kids, Chase...Stacy says they wake up every night crying cause of nightmares of losing you."

Jack paused to wipe away at the tears forming, trying to compose himself, "I need you too, man. You're my best friend. And you've done so much good with the channel! The PMA movement is amazing! And I know you'd love the new memes the fans come up with. How..." Jack bit back a sob, "H-how can I keep that up without you? How did y-you do it? You're....fuck you're so much stronger than me. I can't...I c-can't do this w-without you, Chase. P-please. Please wake up."

Unable to suppress it anymore, Jack covered his face with his hands, loud sobs filling the room.

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Marvin growled in frustration as he threw another useless book away from him. Running his hands through his disheveled hair (When was the last time he cut it?) he grabbed another book off the shelf and used his magic to start slipping through the pages.

Six months. Six long godforsaken months since they'd found that thrice damned box and Marvin was no closer to figuring out how to wake up Chase than he was before they found the box.

It was surprisingly easy to find information on how to summon a crossroads demon. But after that there was almost nothing. No passages about demon weaknesses. No books about ending deals. No hints even on what demons took in return.

That's what scared Marvin the most. He had no idea what Chase gave the demon in exchange for the deal. And the crossroads demons Marvin had summoned weren't interested in telling him. They would laugh at him and say he'll find out soon enough then they'd poof away.

"Useless fucking book!" Marvin snarled as he flung another book away with his magic, jumping when he heard a cry of alarm from where the book impacted the wall next to the door.

"Henrik! Oh God I'm so sorry!" Marvin rushed to the doctor's side, "I didn't hear you enter! Are you alright??"

The doctor waved him off with a weak smile, "I'm alright, mein freund. Merely startled me. So long as you veren't aiming at me I'm sure zhe book had it coming."

Marvin hovered for a moment before a quick scan of Henrik with his magic confirmed that the doctor was indeed fine. His shoulders slumped forward in relief, "I'm still sorry. I should know better than to lose track of my surroundings."

Henrik's hand gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze, "It's alright. I zhould have been more careful myself. I heard zhe noise and came to check on you. I haz never seen you throw books so carelessly before, Marv. Talk to me, mein freund."

Papers and books fluttered in the sudden breeze as Marvin clenched his fists, "It's been a year, Hen. A fucking year and I still can't figure out how to wake him up!"

"It's alri-"

"IT'S NOT ALRIGHT!"

Henrik gasped as the floor around Marvin was suddenly in flames, backing away from the either the fire or his anger. Marvin wasn't sure which and didn't care at the moment.

"I'm a magician, Henrik! Marvin the Magnificent! My specialty is the supernatural and yet I can't even save our brother!!"

With a snarl Marvin whirled towards the fire and extinguished it with a blast of icy wind, leaving a slippery patch on the floor in its place. His chest heaved with his anger as the two stood there in silence.

"I'm going to summon another demon tonight, where he did. It's the one year anniversary after all. Maybe the demon that shows up with finally tell me something useful as they gloat about it."

Henrik frowned at him before finally giving a nod, "Ok. If zhey don't though....kick zheir ass for me."

The grin Marvin gave was humorless and bloodthirsty, "I can promise that."

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The next couple hours passed slowly as Marvin gathered the supplies he needed then waited for sunset. He was originally going to summon the demon at the same time he figured Chase would have but he got too restless to wait anymore. Ten minutes early he teleported to the original crossroads and buried his box, pulling his magic to his hands as he waited.

"Well it's not often I get a light show when summoned. What's the occasion, darling?"

Marvin whirled around at the voice, hands at the ready but paused when he saw the being before him. All the demons he had summoned before had been attractive in some way or another. But this woman...she looked more like a supermodel than a demon.

The smile she gave him was sultry and dangerous and set off every warning bell possible in him, "Hello, Marvin."

The magician backed up a step as she stepped towards him, wanting to keep distance between them, "You know me?"

"Of course, darling." This time she took a step to the side with him stepping to the side in the other direction, both still facing the other, "Who doesn't know Marvin the Magnificent and his wonderful little magic shows? Such a shame you haven't had a show recently."

Anger bubbled up in him as Marvin growled, "Kinda hard to put on a show when one of your brethren has placed my brother in a coma."

She cooed in sympathy, her body language convincing enough that Marvin would have believed her if he didn't know she was a demon, "Such a tragic thing to happen. But he did summon us you know. Crossroads demons don't make deals with the unwilling. We're not that cruel."

Another step to the side.

"Yet you're cruel enough to take payment from someone who's desperate and had been drinking!" Marvin retorted.

The woman hummed, "Perhaps. We are still demons after all. But I can assure you he was still sober enough to make the deal with a clear head. He did not get anything he did not ask for nor was he coerced into doing something he did not desire."

At this point the two were slowly circling each other, watching the other closely as if searching for a weak point to strike yet waiting for their opponent to make the first move.

"I'm sure the demon was just as sympathetic to his plight as you are before taking Chase's payment. Tell me what did Chase offer in exchange for his deal?"

A look of almost amused surprise crossed the woman's face, "He didn't tell you? Oh yes of course he didn't. I suppose I didn't give him enough time to confess what he'd done." She shrugged unconcerned, "Oh dear. Well I did promise to let him see his dear Jack awake first so I still held up my end if the deal."

Marvin froze in place, "Your end...?" His eyes widened in realization before glowing green in fury, "You! You're the one!"

Her cruel laugh filled the crossroads, "Ding ding, let's give a treat to the kitty for finally figuring it out. I must say I've never seen someone work so hard on the behalf of my client to cancel their contract, it's been rather amusing to watch."

Marvin surged forward with a snarl, grabbing the woman by her throat and lifting her off the ground. His hand crackled with magical power as he held it to her face, "You will free my brother from his coma, bitch, before I send you back to the hell pit you crawled out of."

The smug grin and raised eyebrow fueled Marvin's fury, "But how can I tell you what I took from your dear brother if I'm in hell? Isn't that what you wanted to know so desperately?"

Her smile widened when he hesitated, "I took what all demons want. His soul."

Marvin's jaw gaped slightly in shock and horror. The demon woman cooed in mock sympathy again, "It's alright, darling, he didn't know either at first. But I did tell him before we finalized the deal if that makes you feel any better."

Taking advantage of his distraction the woman teleported out of his grasp to a spot a few feet away, "Now if you'll excuse me, unless you have your own deal to make I really must be going. Queen of the Crossroads and all. Keeps me rather busy. Besides I think your creator really needs to speak with you. I'll be sure to tell your brother hello for you, dear."

Marvin's phone rang in the suddenly empty crossroads and the ground rumbled from where his fist punched the dirt, a cry of rage echoing in the stillness. The phone went silent only to ring again, keeping Marvin from sinking further into his anger. Jack's name flashed across the screen. With shaking hands Marvin answered, "Hello?"

Sobs immediately assaulted his ears causing him to jerk to a stand, "Jack?? Wha-??"

"Marv!! He-hh-e...oh g-god"

The magician felt his heart pounding from where it had lodged itself in his throat and he teleported to Jack's location. Immediately he was assaulted by the smell of copper and sulfur and decay and the sound of heart wrenching sobs.

"What..." Marvin's eyes bulged at the sight before him.

Jack had been in the hospital room but it wasn't anything like what it had been before. Furniture was turned over or broke, the shattered glass from the window strewn about the floor. Jack, Henrik, and Jameson sat on the floor, holding each other as they sobbed. And the blood. Oh God the blood was everywhere... The walls, the furniture, the ceiling! But the majority of it was in a very large pool in the center of the room.

And in the center of the pool was Anti, his clothing torn to shreds with large claw and teeth marks all over his body, sobbing shaking his form as he curled over someone in his arms. Next to him lay the unmoving body of a hellish canine beast, Anti's knife buried in its throat. A hellhound...

Marvin gasped and took a step towards Anti. Hellhounds worked for demons, carrying out tasks for them like guarding places from mortals and... And collecting souls.

"Anti..." Marvin called quietly, desperation choking. No no he had to be wrong. Please...

The glitch's red rimmed eyes gazed up at him in despair, allowing Marvin to see the torn open body of his brother in Anti's arms.

"Chase-?!"

The house shook as the magician fell to his knees, his cries of rage and grief joining those of who remained of his family.

#chase brody #fanfic #jacksepticeye #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #marvin the magnificent #bad end

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freedom-shamrock · 7 years

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Lazy Day

Also on AO3 This Dadrien and Mominette story is a direct sequel to My Loves (day 12), but it can be read on its own. It is also the @miraculousfluffmonth August 23 prompt, sick day.

Adrien slipped out of bed in the dark of the predawn apartment. He closed the door to let Mari sleep in as long as possible while he started his morning routine. He paused on his way down the hall to peek in on each of their children, closing their doors as well. He'd started meditating as part of his therapy before they started trying for Emma. After several months, he suddenly started both sleeping better and less. Between meditation and his counselor, he'd been able to let go of his fear that he'd turn into his father, neglecting his own children as had been done to him. He'd found better parenting examples in Mari's family and their friends who decided to pursue it earlier than them. He'd also let go of the absurd perfectionism his father instilled in him.

After meditation, he did some yoga, sprawled out on the living room floor. He was no longer a hard-bodied superhero or a supermodel, but he wanted to stay in good enough shape to model for his wife. Plus the flexibility had been fun. That done, he started water for tea before heading in to wake his lady. "Mari, love," he called from the doorway. "Time to wake up." He crawled onto the bed, jiggling the mattress as best he could. She preferred a gentle wake up when possible.

"Nggh," she groaned.

He stretched out next to her, nuzzling her face and brushing back her hair with one hand. "Oh, Mari," he whispered sadly, pressing one palm to her forehead. "You're burning up."

She whined. "Want to go back to sleep."

"Not yet, love." He pushed against the mattress, throwing himself off the bed. "You need to take something for that fever, first. Then I'm calling you in."

"No." It came out as an elongated groan. "I have a meeting."

Adrien shook his head. "Not anymore, you don't." His lady could be pretty headstrong, and most of the time he was fine following her lead. But once in a while, he had to step in and keep her from doing something incredibly stupid. This would be one of those times. He opened the hallway closet and fished around for the acetaminophen. He caught a whiff of tea, and went to fetch a cup of that as well. When he returned to the bedroom, Marinette was burrowed back under their comforter, trembling. Setting her things on her bedside table, he sat down on the edge of the mattress. "Come on, my lady," he said gently. "Let's get this over with, then you can go back to sleep. We'll have you feeling better in no time." His fingers peeled away the layers of covers, then gently wrapped around her shoulders to pull her up.

"No, Kitty." She squirmed weakly in his hold. "Don't make me hang you upside down from the Eiffel Tower again."

Her words surprised a laugh out of him. It had been a long time since that had been an effective threat. Actually, it had never been terribly effective, since he got a kick out of the chase, and kind of liked it when she put him in suspension.

"Stop making fun of me," she complained, her hands flapping against his arms.

"My poor bug," he murmured, slipping his arm around her as he moved next to her. "I need you to take your medicine."

"Fine," she grumbled, grabbing the pills out of his hand and tossing them back.

Shaking his head, he picked up the glass of water. "Have a drink. You need to stay hydrated." She took the water without another word. "Can you tell me how crappy you feel? Are you gonna throw up?"

"No puking," she said firmly. "Just achy and shivery."

He nodded, brushing her hair back from her face. "All right, love. You go back to sleep for a bit." He settled her back against her pillow, untucking her blankets to make it easier for her to pull them up and push them away as needed. He closed the bedroom door when he left, heading for the kitchen downstairs so he could call her in without disturbing anyone.

Marinette was still sound asleep when he checked on her after the kids had their breakfast. While he normally limited their screen time, illness was a perfect justification for a studio Ghibli marathon. They were halfway through Kiki's Delivery Service when he heard his wife walking around upstairs, though stumbling might be more accurate. He got up and met her at the top of the stairs. "Hey, how you feeling?" He reached for her upper arms, steadying her.

She took a step closer and leaned against his chest, passively hugging him. "I feel awful."

"Are you hungry?" Although still warm, she didn't feel quite as hot to his touch now.

She nodded. "And lethargic."

"That's to be expected," he said. "You want to watch movies with us, or should I bring you breakfast in bed?"

She sighed. "I'll do the movies, for a little while, anyway."

Adrien nodded and bent to scoop her up.

"I can walk," she pointed out, but there was no enthusiasm in her voice. No fight in her at all.

"Of course you can," he agreed. "But sometimes I like carrying you. Just to prove I still can." She was still so light that carrying her down the stairs wasn't much of a strain.

Emma paused the movie and looked at them coming down the stairs. "Mama, you're up."

"Mama, Mama," Hugo chanted, scrambling over to dance around his father. "Watch Kiki with us," he begged.

"Let me through, little one," Adrien said. "Mama's gonna watch movies with us for a little while. But she gets the couch all to herself."

"Aww," Hugo objected.

"Do you want to get sick?" Emma demanded. "Mama has a sickness. We can't sit with her, at least not that close."

"Hugo, can you go get Mama's pillow?" Adrien asked, leaning down to lay Marinette on the couch. "And Emma, can you get her a blanket from the closet?"

"Yes papa," Emma said, eagerly running up the stairs to help out. Her little brother scrambled after, desperate not to be outdone.

"Do you want some scrambled eggs, or just a bit of toast?" he asked, his fingers repeatedly finding their way across her cheeks, still flushed and warm.

"A little of both, if it's not too much trouble," she said.

He pressed his forehead to hers. "You are never too much trouble, love." He stood up and walked toward the kitchen. The open design of their loft's first-floor allowed him to keep an eye on the living room and the playroom from the kitchen. "I'm making your mother's soup, so that should be ready for lunch."

"You're too good to me," she said, flashing him a wan smile.

He shook his head. "Says the woman who puts up with me ." He chuckled and rolled eyes. Twelve years in, and he was still pretty sure he'd gotten the better end of the bargain. "And you are more than worth it."

The kids stampeded down the stairs just then, Hugo waving a pillow like a banner, or possibly a weapon. "Careful mama," Emma warned. "You know how cheesy Papa gets when you have a sickness."

"I resemble that remark," Adrien called, opening the refrigerator while Marinette giggled.

Next in series > Playing Favorites

30 minute speed write done with Dragon NaturallySpeaking, so I hope I caught all the recognition errors. My favorite errors in this piece were: Emma paused the movie vs I'm apostate movie ...let go of the absurd perfectionism... ...like Gobi desert perfectionism...

There will be one more Fluffgust prompt in this series.

#Miraculous Ladybug #fanfic #mlfluffmonth #Dadrien and Mominette #Dadrien #Mominette #my writing #Adrienette #ML Fluffgust 2017

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dawnofspeed · 7 years

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so i went and saw ‘justice league’ with my li’l bro and bestie tonight.

spoilers ahead.

i want to preface my entire thing with saying that lately i’ve felt conflicted about joss wheedon’s work (and even unrelated with the deadpool 2 movie) because of joss’ whole ‘i’m a feminist but the reason i’ve been horrible to women is the patriarchy’ (and with deadpool 2 the whole... forcing a stunt person to do a stunt they weren’t ready for and got them killed). But also as a filmmaker i know that there are tons of people who work on these films that have nothing to do with those things, so i’ve decided to keep them at the back of my mind and just focus on these slightly problematic films on their own merit. (no i won’t talk about dp2 in this. it’s just been on my mind bc i saw the new trailer and spoke to my bestie, another film graduate, about the issues with stuff tonight and yeah. soz.) ALSO PLEASE NOTE THAT THE FOLLOWING ARE OPINIONS. if you like something i don’t, that’s great. all the power to you. i am literally just writing thoughts and opinions and i only just finished a film degree so... y’know. not an expert.

moving on.

i loved a lot of this movie. as a whole it was a great ensemble piece. the cast was solid, the acting was solid, the script was solid. the plot worked well. i think it accomplished setting up the justice league, introducing us to characters and their backstories while driving the story forward. i also liked that it really seemed to know its source material and kept to the actual point- superhero movies shouldn’t be completely dark. they can be fun, they can be funny, they can be hopeful. whatever problems i have with joss wheedon as a person and the things he’s said and done, i think he can write and direct well. and he knows what he’s doing. the few women in the film he also balanced well. i didn’t feel like he was ‘buffy’ing any of them (something he sorta did with kitty pryde in his astonishing x-men, as much as i loved it. although that could also be because buffy was sorta based off kitty, joss’ fave x-men character).

i enjoyed all most of the characters. the whole justice league was great (alfred included, c’mon, he’s totally a team member at this point). i do think that diana was different in this film than her wonder woman one, there was just a different tone but you can also kinda just explain that away as this is post-steve trevor, it’s been a while since the events of ww, and that’s just what it is now. towards the end of the movie it felt more tonally in sync with her in ww, so that may be it. also bats pushing diana to lead the team? i loved that. i’ve never known much about victor but i found his story intriguing in this, he was fun, and my reservations about him being in the flash film are totally squashed now. i maintain that batfleck is my favourite of all batmen. this movie sealed it for me and i definitely enjoy his performance more than any that came before him. i mean. i enjoyed michael keaton but he was just never totally batman for me. clark was SO much better in this movie. he was light, and funny, and 100% the superman i actually love. i didn’t want him brought back to life and then afterwards?? i was like?? nah, you’re right, clark IS a good guy. how have i never seen this before? i just hated dceu superman before this film. arthur curry is cool. i have never been a massive aquaman fan. i didn’t hate atlantis. but i just... didn’t really care? then. they made him cool, and fun, and so much potential. i’m intrigued about his backstory. i wanna know more. i wanna unpack his personality. just. wow. but the standout? barry all the way. i was a bit anxious about how they were going to do it. i love ezra, but we’ve seen so many iterations of barry at this point that i was just really worried about what aspects they’d keep and how they’d navigate his background and his powers. but they did an amazing job. they kept his sense of humour while also maintaining his kindness, his intelligence, his zest for life and i love how even when he’s terrified he goes out of his way to do the right thing. added to his ‘i assume he’s an attractive jewish guy’ when he’s talking about his security footage. i just. love him. i do think some of his qualities are wally west?? like??? but my brother kept insisting that in the early comics barry was very playful and jokey, not just puns and dad jokes, so i’m inclined to believe him. also alfred was a+++ i love him. alfred forever. so that clears up most of the mains. plot? well i’m gonna be honest. i know... very little about darkseid and any of that stuff in the comics. i did think it was a great way to bring in both atlantians and amazons. and that cheeky green lantern reference at the beginning. and my brother swears he saw hercules but i only know marvel’s hercules so?? i??? dunno???? i also think it had high stakes, a ticking time frame, gave them the ability to bring superman back AND create a justice league. all while never trying to cram more than one actual plotline into a film. (like. a LOT of other dc movies.) i was happy with it. i never felt like it ran too long or i got bored or any of that so i’m. yeah. great. also loved that no one was forced into a freakin’ love interest or hampered from saving the world or anything by romance. did think that clark waited way too long to meet up with them for the end battle. like. did he spend all that time making a new goddamn suit? what? got a hair cut? like. why did it take you so long? you’re SUPERMAN. lois told you ages ago to get moving and help out. did you spend all that time like chatting with your mum? also, sidenote: thank you trailers for not spoiling this film. i didn’t expect the superman rebirth. i went in just knowing the jl was gonna kick butt somewhere and we were gonna get introduced to them all. the marketing on this film was spot on, and i loved that surprise and being pulled through the whole movie trying to guess what the hell was gonna happen. double thumbs up. ok. i will go over the things i didn’t like. which were very few. but first i kinda wanna talk about a few other cast/character things. i’m gonna be honest. not a massive fan of amy adams as lois lane. besides the fact that to me she doesn’t look like lois lane, and doesn’t embody (TO ME) anything that lois does... she also (TO ME) doesn’t have any chemistry with henry cavill. i don’t feel a thing. sometimes i might be like awwwww, cute. but that’s more of the situation rather than any emotions i get off of them. but that’s kinda nitpicky here as she was already cast as that character and no one was going to change that for the justice league. i will admit i felt more for her in this film than any of the others, and i enjoyed her more than in the others. but she was still... not lois. now... amber heard as mera. i will admit that amber looks like mera. and i enjoyed her limited performance and i’m sure she’ll do a great job in the aquaman film and i hold nothing against her. but. if arthur curry doesn’t need to look like comic arthur curry than. why does mera? we only had three women in the whole movie, really. two had limited parts. mera could have been a woc. she could have been not supermodel gorgeous as amber is. (i love amber i do but... who looks that goddamn gorgeous?) already the entire film felt like impossible standards of women. the amazons are varied in body shapes yes, but those costumes. then mera is AMBER. and gal is. gal. i just. there are so many races on earth. asian and hispanic women (and people) exist. not that the movie... shows that... at all. in fact, between the dceu and the mcu there’s one hispanic character on the movie screen. and he isn’t even a superhero (yeah, the friend of antman’s. and no i’m not counting netflix. that’s not a movie screen. yes rosario dawson is awesome.) heck the cw only added a hispanic woman in the last year. before that cisco was pretty much on his lonesome. wait. that might not be right. i’m sure arrow had a guest star that moved to lot... meh. i don’t keep up anymore. all i’m saying is... if mera had been cast woc then that would have continued right on through to aquaman too. but i have nothing against both amber and amy. they’re doing their jobs and i wish them all the best and i will try and enjoy it as much as possible. my few criticisms:

- ... not a big fan of the costume design. i was so confused about wonder woman’s until i remembered it was probably the one from bvs which i hated. i have no idea what was happening with superman’s. batman’s was fine. flash was fine. cyborg’s was fine. loved aquaman’s (and mera’s). the amazonians? what? why???? you could tell it was a male designer. every vital organ was pretty much on show and it was all sexy, just like how wonder woman’s skirt was shortened and the front was like almost a loincloth. just. no.

- production design was ok? like there were very few standouts to me. batcave was pretty good, the flash cave, and anything with aquaman’s fishing village. pretty sure that was filmed in new zealand tho and those guys are on point with their pd. studying their stuff over there, man. pd orgasm tbh. ever since lord of the rings those guys are just amazing.

- camera work was great at times and then just weird in others. i think that had a lot to do with cgi demands, which i’ll get to in a minute.

- the lighting? i mean yes, each scene requires different lighting depending on the place, time of day, people and props... but. there’s this one scene in the field with clark and lois and i was like. confused because it felt like they got first year film students to light it. it was off. and if they were trying to reproduce a field at sunset in a studio with green screen that might make sense but to me it didn’t feel like a gs scene.

- which brings me to my next point. cgi and green screen. there felt like a lot of it in the movie. pretty sure the fight after clark is revived is green screen. the entire last battle has so much cgi that i felt like it was avengers on steroids. also kinda felt like i was watching a video game with like real people pasted in. and while i get WHY it was like that i also felt like. there could have been ways to do it differently. when i watch stranger things i know there’s cgi. but i never get that feeling, that i’m watching a video game. which is important. because i want to stay sunk into the film. not be thrown out and feel like a different medium has taken over. my challenge for jl2? keep me in the film. find a way to make the sfx stay real. possibly a nitpick but like i said, this is my opinion. so that’s it. that’s my long ass dissection and feels and thoughts. i am so looking forward to every solo movie and also being introduced to iris west and atlantis more. im me or d/cord if you wanna chat about anything or if we’re not pals you can send me a q via askbox.

#spoilers #justice league spoilers #jl spoilers #long post #nita blogs #ooc #not rp related #really #except for that i wanna rp as dawn in the dceu SO BAD NOW #hmu if you wanna plot dceu things with me k

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chelseaapproved · 7 years

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I’ll Sing a Song Beside You

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Chapter Two

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Adrien isn’t sure what to do with himself at school. Marinette is sitting behind him, most likely taking notes on the lesson he can’t focus on. Marinette is sitting behind him, with the perfect view of the back of his head. Marinette is sitting behind him, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s Chat Noir. He wants, quite desperately, to turn around and talk to her. The problem, as he found out earlier that morning, is that Adrien and Marinette aren’t all that close. He doesn’t know how to initiate a conversation with her.

When Madame Bustier lets them work on a worksheet in small groups, Adrien jumps on the opportunity.

“Hey Marinette, Alya, do you want to work with Nino and me?”

Nino looks at him, surprised, but Adrien ignores him. Instead, he gives all his attention to Marinette, who isn’t even looking at him.

“Sure!” Alya elbows Marinette. “You’d like to work with Adrien and Nino, right Marinette?”

“Uh, y-yeah. Yes. Of course,” Marinette stutters, nodding her head vigorously. She finally looks his way, locking her blue eyes on him. He throws his most charming smile at her but she looks away before he thinks it can really work its magic.

“Great! Hey, maybe Nino and I can work on the first half, and you two can do the second and in 15 minutes we’ll swap answers,” Alya suggests.

“That’s a great idea,” Adrien says. Bless Alya and her ingenious plans.

Nino grins. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

Alya narrows her eyes. “Keep that up and maybe I’ll change my mind.”

“Aw don’t be like that.”

They keep up their bantering but Adrien moves on to Marinette, who is by far the most interesting thing in the room.

“So, um. H-how do you want to do this,” Marinette asks. The heat of her stare is too much for Adrien to handle so he looks down at the worksheet. He did the required reading last night but that was after finding out Marinette was the love of his life, so the details are a bit hazy.

“Uh, I don’t actually remember much of the reading last night,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t really either,” she says. Of course she doesn’t, she was probably freaking out about Chat Noir finding out her identity.

“Aren’t we a pair?”

Marinette smiles at him and it hits him, for the thousandth time that day, that he’s talking to Ladybug. Ladybug just gave him the sweetest smile in the world and he’s on cloud nine.

“Maybe—maybe between the two of us we can come up with something acceptable?” Marinette offers.

“Sounds like a plan. I don’t know what it is but I have a feeling we can do anything as long as we do it together.” He means it as a tongue-in-cheek response, an inside joke with himself but she turns bright red and starts stammering about their work. He doesn’t know what he did but the rest of their time is spent in awkward silences and clipped responses.

“Do you think Marinette was acting weird in class,” he asks Nino during lunch. Adrien somehow convinced his father to let him eat lunch at school two days of the week, so the pair are sitting on a bench eating sandwiches. He can see Marinette talking avidly to Nathanael and Rose a little ways away.

“Weird how?”

“I dunno. Just… odd. Really quiet.”

“That’s just Marinette, dude. You know how she is.”

“Yeah…”

“What’s wrong?”

“She… I don’t get her,” Adrien finally admits, poking grumpily at his sandwich. “Sometimes she can be this loud, unapologetic girl who stands up for everyone and fights to get what she wants. And then other times she can’t look at me longer than 5 seconds without stuttering.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, my man. Marinette is a girl of many mysteries.”

“Tell me about it,” Adrien mutters.

“Why the sudden interest?” Nino wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. Adrien doesn’t know how to respond. It’s not the first time Nino’s implied Adrien might have feelings for Marinette but it is the first time it’s true.

“It recently came to my attention that we could probably be really good friends if she’d let me.”

“Keep talking to her and give her some time. She’ll come around eventually.”

“How long am I supposed to wait? I’ve known her for over two years now.”

“Patience, dude. I promise, if you try hard enough, you guys will become great friends.”

But Adrien isn’t sold on Nino’s shrug off. There’s got to be a reason Marinette acted so closed off in class today.

It torments him so much that Adrien can’t help himself. He needs to see her again, reassure himself that they’re good and the reveal didn’t mess up their dynamic.

Which is how he finds himself on Marinette’s balcony the second night in a row, pacing as he decides whether he actually wants to disturb her or not.

“Is this going to be a thing now?”

Chat jumps and turns around, not realizing Marinette heard him up there. He immediately feels his face heat up and he dips into a bow to cover his blush. She’s wearing pajamas, tiny, short pajamas that are definitely not covering enough of her.

“Good evening, M’lady,” he says to his boots, unwilling to look at her again. He has to straighten eventually though, so he heads to the railing and faces out to the city.

“It’s not exactly evening anymore, Chat. It’s nearly midnight.”

“Ah, sorry about that. I have a hectic schedule.”

“You didn’t have to visit me if it was too much trouble.”

“I wanted to see you.” It’s the truth and he doesn’t regret saying it but wow, he didn’t realize how pathetic it would sound.

“Oh. Well, um, thanks.”

“I can leave if you want me to though. I didn’t think about the time when I left.”

“Don’t be silly. I just wasn’t expecting you.”

Chat feels guilty, despite Marinette’s insistence that she wants him there. He doesn’t know what he was thinking, really, barging onto her balcony without invitation so late.

“Would you like a snack or drink or something?”

“I’ve already burdened you enough.”

“You’re not a burden.” Marinette nudges him. “It’s honestly kind of nice that we can hang out just because. No crazy akumas or Hawkmoth to worry about.”

“Yeah,” he breathes and finally allows himself to look at her again. Her tiny shorts are pink with white polka dots and she’s wearing a matching tank top that’s riding up, exposing a sliver of her stomach. It is simultaneously adorable and sexy and so, so Marinette, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. She’s too cute to handle.

“Chat?”

It’s only when he forces his eyes back to her face that Chat realizes he was very openly ogling his nearly naked partner.

“Uh, sorry,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

She tilts her head, a small smirk forming on her lips, making her look even more enticing. “You okay there, Kitty?”

He shrugs, trying to play it cool. It shouldn’t matter that this is his classmate; she is his partner and has seen him do some of the stupidest shit.

“Just enjoying the view.” Chat gestures to the city before them but they both know what he’s talking about.

“You’re so ridiculous,” she giggles. “Anyway, cookies? I’m sure Tikki won’t mind sharing.”

He smiles weakly at her. “I can hardly say no to that, can I?”

Marinette hurries back into her room, leaving Chat by himself on her balcony. He drums his fingers against the rail. Now that he’s alone again he can’t help but get anxious. Today was so awkward and he doesn’t know how to fix that. It seems like she’s fine around him as Chat Noir but what happens if she finds out who he really is? Could his identity ruin their dynamic?

It’s not a pleasant thought, and certainly not something he’s ever worried about before. He always figured finding out that the suave, debonair Chat Noir was also sexy supermodel Adrien Agreste would work in his favor. After all, how many people could claim they were a model and a superhero? But Marinette knows him personally and is always a bit… weird with him. He chalked it up to her being shy but now that he knows she’s Ladybug, he doesn’t know what to make of her.

“I realized I don’t actually know what you prefer,” Marinette said, jolting Chat out of his thoughts. “So I brought a bunch of different things. I hope that’s okay.”

Chat turns to see Marinette carrying a tray filled with an assortment of sweets and two mugs. He didn’t think it was possible to love her any more than he already did but she certainly proved him wrong. His heart swells at the sight of her, trying so hard to accommodate him.

“I pretty much like everything at this bakery.”

“It’s a good thing I can sneak you plenty of snacks then,” she says, proud. Chat doesn’t bother to tell her he gets free snacks as Adrien as well.

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

Marinette places the tray on the small table and gestures for him to sit on the lounger. He opts to sit on the ground, letting Marinette take the seat instead.

“Mmhm. You knew that putting up with me as Ladybug would one day lead you to unlimited sweets.”

“It was a struggle, having to pretend you were the most amazing person to ever exist, but I persevered in the name of cookies.” Chat grabs a macaron and the “World’s Best Dad” mug which has, to Chat’s never-ending delight, hot cocoa in it.

“I guess now that I know your secret there’s no point in continuing being Ladybug. Might as well retire while I’m still young and beautiful.”

Chat chokes on his sip, coughing and spluttering as he tries to contain his laughter. “Gosh, I don’t know what I’d do if you actually stopped being Ladybug. Probably cry forever.”

Marinette snickers into her mug. “Lucky you, that’s not happening anytime soon.”

Chat grins up at her. The lights from city around them cast a sort of angelic glow around Marinette and Chat can’t breathe for a second.

“Lucky me.” For the first time in a while, he finds he actually means it.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #adrienette #ladynoir #marichat #chp 3 is up on ao3

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