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thequietkid-moonie · 9 months

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Their extrovert crush is a really good singer

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Marinette, Adrien, Luka ]

[ Miraculous Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir ]

× Inspired on Sarah (from Kaleido Star)

Im being really excited since I had this idea!! I just love it so much!!! Also, im bragging about one of my favorites characters 🙆🏻‍♀️ like, seriously, Sarah is ✨ amazing ✨

I thought in Ibuki too but I decided to keep it as just Sarah

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

It could be that Marinette personaly meet you in school or by casuality first, or that she gets interested in your music first and then meet you in person, no matter how it happen she will be really surprised by how different your personality it is with the angelic and soft voice you have while sing, she find it hilarious at first but as the time pass and she falls in love with you she start to see it more as a little quirk of yours that makes you more special!

Marinette loves your voice and is constantly hearing your songs (if she has to record your voice herself she will find a way to do it), specially when she is doing homework or working in her designs she has your music in the background (she swears that your voice inspire her) and sometimes even sings along with you, and is for sure that at least once she had fallen sleep while hearing your voice

Speaking of it, Marinette has a lot of drawings of you, drawings of you alone, with the diferents costumes of your presentations, drawings of you with designs she made specially for you and so on, but she keep it to only herself! (or at least try to), she will be really embarrassed if you ever find out about this (even when she daydream a lot about you using her designs)

If Marinette ever has the opportunity to heard you sing personaly is almost a miracle that she doesn't faint or even combust for how flustered she is or how her heart is beating so fast, but it would even more dificult for her to stay calm if she is physicaly close to you (like she just casually heard you sing or even hum, or that you do it for her)

She is always paying a lot of attention to news about you in social media, specially if you make a new song or are going to have a presentation, somehow she always know (and she tries to go)

Marinette is always shy and trip in her own words whenever you are around, so you being more extrovert and talktive is a good thing for her, but at the same time is really bad, it helps her that you has no problem with starting the conversation with her but it makes her really nervous that you two are actually talking, still she can't help but be atracted to you

Marinette can't just bring herself to say no to you, and sometimes she is to distracted with your beauty to even actually heard what you are telling her so whenever you invite her to do something she end up going with you to a strange training of any fighting style you are into, however she is too nervous to say something or decline so she just end up doing it anyways

Marinette will never let anyone talk bad about you, even if someone just think that you are a little weird she is quickly to stand up for you and defend you (even if you don't really mind their comments), also it could be that if people don't actually hear you sing they won't really believe it, in that case she will try to defend you too

When you express your admiration for Ladybug and Chat Noir she is incredibly flustered, she is between trying to say a lot of things at once and stuttering, when she finally manage to ask you she quickly become a flustered blushing mess for you saying how much you admire them for how they always bravery fight against the akumatized people and thanks to your words practically all her worries and insecurities completely vanish (at least for a while) and will be giggly braging about it with Tikki for a long time

Whenever she is fighting as Ladybug it isn't her intention but sometimes she has to save you or put you out of danger and everytime she gets really blushy and giggly. Also, it take a lot of self control and insistence of Tikki for her to not give you a miraculous at the first chance she has

Adrien Agreste

It could be that you two met from even before he has the opportunity to properly go to the school, since you are part of the world of entertainment by being a really good singer, it would be because it benefit him (making good to his image) or even that Gabriel has made exclusive designs for your presentations (at least once) that gives him the opportunity to meet you and his father won't really see a problem with it

Adrien is really happy with being able to have more friends, doesn't matter much your personality at first and even so he likes it, however he is too innocent to notice when his feelings started to change, when he wants to spend more time with you not only because you are his friend, or when your voice start to sound even more beautiful or even when he start to win more confidence and become a little more extrovert (at least when he is with you)

Adrien will be lying if he says he doesn't like your voice because he does, and he has no problem with saying it neither, everytime he heards you sing he likes to take a moment to fully apreciate it (sometimes even close his eyes to just focus in your voice) and when you finish he always compliments you, comparing you with an angel or with famous singers (make you flustered isn't his intention, but if he does he will be blushy too)

He isn't someone who judge someone just for their looks or title, so he knows better to don't just think that your voice is all of you, that is why when he start to know you better and find out that your personality is the complete opposite of your voice he is totally fine with it, he is initially surprised but quickly finds it funny and even kinda cute

Adrien is a more calm person so he normally just tent to follow your lead whenever you two are together, he doesn't really mind doing whatever you want (he will only complain if it would bring you troubles or something), it always makes his day better seeing you so happy (specially knowing that you are happy to be with him, it flattered him a lot, it even make him a little shy and blushy from time to time)

Is probably that you two hang out in his house a lot with the excuse to help each other with the practice (him the piano and you with the singing), the first time it happen was because you two were actually going to practice but just entering in his room you imediatly become super excited for how much things he has in his room to entertain himself, and he just watch you run around his room seeing everything he has, laughing in amusment waiting until you finally choose something to do (he never had love his room so much before)

He is surprised by the fact that even as being a singer with an angelic voice you are more into learning fighting styles, but then again he doesn't judge so he just talks to you about his fencing lessons and even a little about how he fight to akumatized people (without saying that he is Chat Noir, just saying that that is how he imagine it would be or something). And when you express your admiration for Ladybug and Chat Noir for their habilities to fight and all of that he becomes really flustered in a second, shyly but excited asking you for your opinion about Chat Noir

Speaking of it he won't really lost the opportunity to approach to you while being Chat Noir, either when doing patrol or to take you out of harm's way, while that he will be a little more flirty and confident and still he easily gets flustered

Once he is finally able to go to the school that will give him the opportunity to spend more time with you, and even then he prefers to follow your lead, at first it could easily be seen as that the two of you are just best friends but as the time pass his friends will notice that what he feels for you is more than a friendship and will try to help him to be with you

Luka Couffaine

Is more probably that Luka meet you before he even has the opportunity to heard you sing, even when he is more into the music what you sing isn't really the type of music he normally hear, however he may know that you are a singer, in any case Luka will be happy to meet you and he is rather friendly since the start

Luka is really friendly so it doesn't take much for you two to start being friends, he won't force you to sing for him if you don't want to, but he is more than happy to hear you do it, he is completely mesmerize by your voice, you truly have the voice of an angel and he has no problem with expressing how beautiful you voice is

He never lose a chance to heard you sing (even if you are just humming or even singing a song that you like and not one of yours it doesn't matter), he likes to take a moment to appreciate before laughing softly in amusment, however he loves it more when he has the opportunity to make you company with his guitar while you sing (he loves doing that, or even just playing something for you, it makes him feel closer to you)

Luka is totally up for making you company in your singing with his guitar while hanging out, however normally when he thinks on you he plays a melody more playfuly and faster than the normal music you sing and is something funny for him (he secretly hopes that you like it because is the way he express his feelings for you)

And just as he loves your voice he loves your personality, once he has the opportunity to truly meet you he finds pretty hilarious the contrast between your voice while singing and you extrovert and determined personality, although he doesn't judge you for non of them it just make you more amazing in his eyes (more than once he had joked about it too)

Both of you easily start a really good friendship so you two spend a lot of time together, and you are always welcome in his house (his mother is always encouraging you to just be yourself, no matter what other would think) and, of course, you are always invited to the practice of Kitty Section and they are completely happy with letting you sing with them if you ever want to take a break of your usual singing

Luka loves hearing you rant about whatever you are into, either the fighting style you are interest or the ideas you are having, and he is actually really interested in what you have to say, even ask more about it sometimes

Luka finds pretty funny that you are interested in learning to fight but still for him is something that make you even more interesting and special, he won't really accept your offers to learn and train with you but he doesn't mind making your company while you do so, if you let him he will like to practice with his guitar while you train (well thats an excuse, he is actually playing along with your training, expressing how much he likes to be with you in his song)

When you express your admiration for the superheros that protect Paris for how strong they are and because they always have the opportunity to actually fight he find it funny and ask you more about it (he will ask you your opinion about Viperion too, but he mainly wants to continue hear you talk so excited about what you like). Everytime he has to be Viperion again he always thinks on you, it flustered him a little but still tries to not get distracted while fighting

Luka isn't unaware of his feelings for you, he knows that he loves you pretty well, even when he doesn't say it out loud (but has no problem with doing it) he does express his love by other ways, like while playing music, with his compliments and sometimes even flirting, but specially by the lovestruck expression he has while looking you while you sing or even when you train, he just can't help but admire every part of you

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rosie-b · 2 months

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Follow the Red Wooly String

A soulmate story written for day 6 of @adrinetteapril, "Red String" (with art!!!)

The art is a commission from the talented @sinkdraws! Her commissions are still open, so consider getting some of her art for yourself, and reblog the non-png version of this image from her, too!!

Without further ado, you can read the fic on AO3 or just below! I hope you enjoy :D

The first time Marinette saw the strings, she thought she was hallucinating.

Everyone knew about the Seers, the few people capable of seeing soul-binding strings, but it was exceptionally rare to meet one, let alone develop the Seers’ ability oneself. And, well, Marinette knew herself well enough to know she couldn’t fully trust herself after pulling an anxiety-and-ADHD-fueled all-nighter. Last time it’d happened, she’d been fully convinced that Nino had grown his hair out into a mohawk and loudly complimented him on it several times before passing out in the middle of class. In the aftermath, Nino had sworn to never wear a new hat without telling Marinette about it first again.

So, Marinette had been more dubious than shocked when she closed her eyes for a second too long on her walk to class in the morning and opened them to see a mess of red, white, black, and yellow strings tangling and shifting around on the pavement in front of her. It was a cool hallucination, she knew it was, but Marinette wasn’t about to celebrate having a new power that she’d most likely daydreamed up.

Her heart still did a happy, nervous dance when she saw the deep red string that had just appeared on her finger, though, and Marinette really didn’t want to quash the hope that her vision was coaxing to new life in her chest! She’d wanted to know who her soulmate was for so long, before becoming Ladybug and meeting Master Fu, anyway. What if she finally had a chance to find them?

On the other hand, though, it was probably safer for her not to find out who they were.

Chat Noir had always believed that they were soulmates. He’d asked Master Fu, the day they’d been invited to his home and the turtle kwami had revealed that Master Fu was a Seer, if he’d chosen them because he could tell their strings were connected.

Master Fu had only chuckled and said that he’d chosen them because he knew they would work well with Plagg and Tikki, not for any other reason. Besides, if Ladybug and Chat Noir really were soulmates, and if Master Fu told them that now, he’d claimed, that would add to the risk of another Seer seeing the string while they were detransformed and telling them each about it, thus revealing their secret identities.

They both knew what that meant— they’d have to give up their Miraculous, even if they were platonic, not romantic, soulmates. Their secret identities were crucial in the fight against Hawk Moth. So, Chat Noir had given up his hope of confirming their bond, and Ladybug had reluctantly given up her dream of finding her own soulmate (or soulmates). After all, if a Seer did take an interest in finding out whose string connected to hers, wasn’t there a risk that the same Seer might find out Ladybug’s identity, or at least who Ladybug’s soulmate was?

She didn’t want to put herself or her soulmate in danger like that, so she’d suppressed her childhood dream of being brought to her soulmate by a kind Seer and a little red string.

But sometimes, Marinette couldn’t help but stare at Adrien’s pinky finger during class and imagine a scarlet red string there, connecting his soul to hers. Love was a foolish thing, but Marinette wished she could afford its risk for the sake of being with Adrien. As Ladybug, though, she’d never be able to, so even after Master Fu handed over the Guardianship to her, she ignored her dream of being connected to Adrien as much as she could. Because she loved him, she didn’t want to put him in danger with her foolish hopes.

Today, though, as she approached Ms. Bustier’s classroom (only five minutes late!) and watched as the string trailing down from her finger seemed to grow taught, Marinette couldn’t help but hope that maybe, the universe was making an exception for her. Maybe, if she really was becoming a Seer, that meant she could finally find her soulmate without needing to worry about her secret identity!

Maybe this was a sign… if it wasn’t just an exhaustion-fueled hallucination, that was.

Marinette slid into her seat with a quiet apology to her teacher, who sighed but didn’t act surprised, since this kind of behavior wasn’t really that uncommon for Marinette. As Ms. Bustier resumed her lecture, Marinette found herself staring down at the string on her finger again.

It’s still there. What if it is real? She wondered.

Marinette looked around quickly, to make sure no one was watching her, and then gently poked the place where the string seemed to be. If the stories were true, only Seers could physically touch the strings. Everyone else phased through them or avoided them, as though by instinct, but the Seers could follow a string to its owner by sight and touch, and they were even capable of untying the string, releasing the bond between soulmates. That only happened rarely, Marinette remembered as she grasped the thick, red string tied around her little finger.

As it turned out, her string was soft, like it was made with fluffy wool. She touched it again, marveling at the texture under her fingertips. It felt so real!

In front of her, Adrien shivered.

“You okay, dude? Classroom too chilly for you today?” Nino’s whisper barely reached Marinette’s ears.

Adrien hesitated and then shook his head in response as Ms. Bustier shot Nino a meaningful look. There was no escaping the teacher’s attention for students in the front row.

Marinette turned her attention back to the string for another moment before leaving it alone to at least pretend to take notes. In her sleep-deprived state, her notes usually left something to be desired (legibility, for one), and she shot a nervous glance at Alya, who caught her gaze and offered a smile and nod in return.

“I got you, girl,” she mouthed, and Marinette smiled and mouthed a sincere thank you back.

Class moved on, and Marinette lost herself in trying to pay attention, and then in the way the light from outside fell on Adrien’s hair, and then in several doodles serious notes until lunch. At that point, she decided it would be okay to sneak another peek at her soul-string, if it was still there.

It was, trailing down from her finger to a small, coiled pile on the floor between her and Adrien. Marinette traced it with her eyes as she slowly began to pack up.

Then, Adrien got up to leave, saying something to Nino about lunch at the mansion today, and the pile of Marinette’s soul-string began to unwind itself. Some of it began to follow Adrien, and Marinette jumped up in a panic.

Her heart rate spiked as she worried about what this could mean; was this part of the hallucination? Was the universe telling her that Adrien was taking her heart away for good? That she’d never have him, but never be able to move on from him? No! She couldn’t accept that!

Marinette knew there was only one thing to do: she had to get her string back from Adrien before he stole it all away!

Alya, who was giving Marinette a concerned look, snapped in front of her face. “Girl, are you okay?” she asked, sounding worried. “What is it?”

Marinette gave Alya a serious, determined look.

“He’s taking my string away,” she declared with a frown, and Alya’s face pinched.

“Who’s doing what? Sorry, Marinette, but what do you mean?”

Marinette began speed-walking out of the door, leaving her things at the bench. “My string is following him, but I’m not gonna let him steal it from me!” she exclaimed, and hurried off in the direction of her string. She stared intently at the ground, watching as the string tangled and weaved through a mess of other ones. She couldn’t let it escape her sight!

Alya sighed and stayed behind. “Oh, no, don’t worry. I’ll get your stuff for you, Marinette!” she called. “And then you’re taking a nice long nap,” she muttered. Marinette ignored her as she hurried along until she caught up with the culprit, the thief of her treasured string.

Stopping in front of him, Marinette posed dramatically, sticking her hand out and demanding, “Adrien, give me my string back!”

The students in the hallway muttered to each other as Adrien stared at her with a completely perplexed look on his face.

“Give you what? Marinette, what’s going on?” he asked, sounding concerned. “Is everything okay?”

Marinette frowned, and her face went red in the usual fashion even as she stuttered out her defense. She couldn’t let herself be distracted by a pretty face, even if it was Adrien’s!

“String, you keep, uh, thief, uh, give it back!” She launched herself toward the string, grabbing it and pulling until she reached some invisible knot near Adrien’s finger. He flinched in response, looking hurt and surprised.

Nino, who was standing beside Adrien, looking confused, suddenly lit up. He reached out, stopping Marinette before she could untie the string and take it back.

“Marinette, wait! You said Adrien has your string?”

Marinette paused, looking at Nino suspiciously.

“Yes,” she said slowly. “He’s stealing it; I saw it follow him when he left class!”

Nino nodded, furrowing his brows as he came up with a response. “So, is the string still attached to your finger, too?”

Marinette blinked. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of checking!

She peered down at her own hand, stepping back from Adrien as she did so, and noticed a familiar red string still tied around her finger.

“Yes,” she answered as the gears in her head began spinning, “Yes, it is.”

Adrien choked, and Nino nodded, relaxing. “Cool. So, dude, it sounds like Adrien’s not stealing it, then, right? Since it’s tying you two together,” he said, elbowing Adrien with a small grin.

Adrien’s face turned bright pink. “Nino,” he hissed, looking embarrassed. Nino kept going, though.

“And if it’s your string, and it’s still attached to you, and it’s attached to Adrien, then that sounds like a soul-string to me. This must mean you guys are soulmates!”

Marinette stared at Nino, then at Adrien, and then at the red string still connecting her finger to Adrien’s.

“Oh, no,” she whimpered, the horror of what she’d almost done hitting her. She’d almost untied the string binding her soul to Adrien’s! What kind of half-rate, half-witted Seer was she? “Oh, no, Adrien, I’m so sorry! I—”

Just then, Alya came out of the classroom, walking up behind Marinette and offering her the backpack she’d forgotten inside.

“Girl, you are a mess today! Are you sure you— wait. What’s going on?”

Alya looked around at the huddle of students in the hall, who were still staring at Marinette, Nino, and Adrien.

It was all a little too much for Marinette, who’d had a very long day for someone who hadn’t gotten any sleep that past night.

She reached out and grabbed the bag from Alya. “Thanks-see-you-later-bye!”

Before anyone could say anything (before she could embarrass herself further), Marinette took off running towards her home.

It was, without a doubt, the worst morning of her life.

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Finding out who her soulmate was by trying to untie the string binding them together was possibly the most embarrassing thing that had happened to her, Marinette reflected. It hadn’t even been the weirdest thing she’d done — jumping into a dinosaur’s mouth was definitely higher on that list — but she knew the morning’s events would be featuring in her nightmares for years.

She’d almost rejected Adrien, her true love, as her soulmate— by accident, but still! It was hard to fathom a more awkward situation.

Still, after a short lunch and a semi-refreshing nap, she shouldered her backpack and headed back to afternoon class, full of resolve. She couldn’t run away from the mess she’d made! She had to make sure Adrien knew she wasn’t upset that they were soulmates, and that she hadn’t meant to hurt him earlier.

She’d only tell him the color of their string if he wanted her to, though. After all, just finding your soulmate was a big enough occurrence; being told whether the soul bond was romantic or platonic might be too much to find out in one day, especially considering how the reveal had happened.

Marinette hoped Adrien hadn’t decided to stay home to avoid her after what she’d done. He’d seemed pretty overwhelmed by her sudden attack on the soul-string earlier, but not unhappy when Nino had figured out that Marinette and Adrien were soulmates, so maybe that was a good sign. He had seemed really embarrassed, though, about as much as she’d been, herself, so maybe he’d choose to stay home, after all. Goodness knew his father would be only too happy to keep him there.

She didn’t have to worry, though; as she walked onto the school campus, Marinette could already see Adrien standing by the stairs. He looked nervous, she noticed as she walked closer, and if she concentrated, she could feel a kind of tension in their soul-string. She swallowed, mustered up a smile, and waved somewhat awkwardly as she approached him.

Marinette paused there, not quite sure what to do or say, and her eyes flitted over to Nino, who was standing beside his friend again, in hopes of some hint or encouragement. Before Nino could react, though, Adrien stepped forward. He opened his mouth, but hesitated, flushing, and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand.

Then Marinette felt a slight push at her side from inside her purse. Tikki had encouraged her to tell the truth earlier, at home, and she knew the little kwami was counting on her to set things right.

So, Marinette mustered up all her courage and reached out for Adrien’s hand, the one with the string attached to it. Adrien looked up sharply, nervous and hopeful at the same time, if the emotions Marinette could lightly sense through their soul-string were correct.

“Hi, Adrien,” she said, smiling lightly as she shook his hand as if to introduce herself. “I’m Marinette, and it’s nice to finally meet you, soulmate.”

A brilliant smile broke out on Adrien’s face, and he pulled her into a hug as their classmates cheered around them. Marinette felt her face heat up, but the butterflies she felt in her stomach were happy ones, for once. After a long moment, Adrien finally stepped back, and Marinette noticed that his face was a bit pink, and it looked like he was crying. A spike of alarm shot through her, and she gripped his hands tightly.

“Are you okay?” she asked, feeling worried.

He squeezed her hands back, and Marinette felt a powerful thrum run through their soul-string.

“I’m more than okay, Marinette,” he told her, “I’m just so happy! You’re not upset you’re my soulmate?”

Marinette’s face hardened. “Never,” she vowed. “I could never be upset about that, Adrien! I’m glad you’re my soulmate.”

Adrien wiped a tear away from his eye, smiling. “This is the best day of my life,” he choked out.

Nino grinned and clapped his back. “I’m really happy for you, dude,” he said, and Alya, who’d come to stand by him and was holding her phone suspiciously like she did to take pictures of the heroes, nodded in excited agreement.

“I feel like a proud mother duck watching my babies swim for the first time,” she joked. “We need a better picture. Pick a pose, sunshines!”

Adrien’s eyes widened, and he hastily dried the rest of his tears away. “A picture? I can’t even think of any poses right now, I’m too excited!”

Alya hummed. “The model can’t think of any poses? Well, that’s fine, I can! How about you dance with him, Marinette? Use up that excited energy before you have to sit still in class!”

Marinette flushed, looking up at Adrien. “A-are you sure, Alya? I can’t even dance, not really, I’m so clumsy!”

“You weren’t clumsy at Chloe’s party, Marinette,” Adrien said shyly. “I thought you were perfect.”

He offered his hands to her, smiling shyly, and she slowly reached out to take them. Nino pressed a button on his phone, and the two of them began swaying to the gentle beat of the music that started to play.

Alya exclaimed and cooed over them, and as the final minutes before class ticked away, Marinette relaxed as she and Adrien began dancing more naturally. She fell into the lead almost by accident, and Adrien grinned up at her as she dipped him while the music swelled.

“Got your perfect picture, Alya?” she asked with a cocky smile as she spun Adrien around one more time.

“I think I do,” Alya confirmed, grinning at the two soulmates. “Should we head into class? I’m sure Nino can trade Marinette seats so you lovebirds can sit together.”

Adrien blushed and Marinette stuttered, but in the end, they slid into the first row together happily, smiling so brightly that even Ms. Mendeleiev seemed affected by the adorable scene, not mentioning the fact that they were a few seconds late to class the way she usually would.

As she sat in class, Marinette reflected on her crazy day. She’d gone to school after pulling an all-nighter, discovered her soulmate, almost untied their soul-string, and gone back to school and made it up to him. And her soulmate really was Adrien! Her day could hardly get any better, and now she realized that maybe the universe had been sending her a sign, after all.

If another Seer was going to find out her identity because of the soul-strings, it had probably happened by now. She was no more at risk than she’d ever been, and she’d have to get used to the new feeling of freedom and fear that knowledge brought.

But it was a good feeling overall, a really good one. Maybe she’d even offer to find Chat Noir’s soulmate for him and spread the joy she felt over to him, too! Marinette smiled at the thought of her partner gushing about his new-found soulmate to her. He’d be so happy when he found out about hers, too!

For now, though, she was happy just sitting next to her soulmate, holding hands under the table and taking pride in the happiness radiating from his end of the string. Today had been a good day, after all!

#and yes the title is inspired by 'follow the yellow brick road' XD #adrinetteapril2024 #ml fanfic #soulmates #adrinette #lovesquare #rosie-b writing #crack and fluff

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miabrown007 · 11 months

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post-Representation reveal for @ladyofthenoodle and @asukiess <3

Time stops when Chat Noir plummets from Marinette’s skylight. She stops in her tracks and stares at him, eyes blown wide behind the polka-dotted mask that sits snug over the mascara streaks on her face. Her heart skips to her throat, because she doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand what Chat Noir is doing at Marinette’s right now, in this break of dawn, when she was just about to head out to purify the Akuma he and Alya captured. He has even left her a voicemail to cheer her up—he always had an innate talent to know when she needed some cheering up—and he sounded so calm and collected then— Face buried in her mattress, he sniffles now. And Marinette knows that her identity is at stake here, that she’s incapable of explaining away Ladybug’s puffy eyes staring at him from the end of Marinette’s bed, but Chat Noir’s crying. He came to her because something so devastating happened to him that he’s crying. If there’s one thing Marinette knows, it’s that they have sacrificed enough. She gave up love and gave up her friends for the mighty cause, and in the end, it was her friends and their love that saved the world. She won’t give up her partner. Never again.

She reaches out, stroking her fingers through his hair gently. “Marinette, I need to tell you that—” he starts, then looks up and his eyes go wide. She smiles down at him. “It’s okay, Chaton. I’m here for you.” His bottom lip trembles, and several beats pass until he finds the voice to whisper, “I love you, Marinette. I’ll never let anyone separate us.” And maybe that should feel like a surprise. Maybe his arms around her and his lips on hers should wreck her world. Maybe, once, they would have. Now, they feel like a small sound of ‘oh’ at the back of her mind. Of course, it’s him. Of course, he’s hers. Of course, it’s them until the end of the world. She cups his face and smooths the messy hair out of his eyes, kissing away the tears spilling over his black mask. “I love you, too, Adrien. I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.” And if he cries harder and buries his face in the crook of her neck, that’s alright too. She hugs him, rubbing his back and peppering kisses all over his face—his nose, his forehead, his crown and his little cat ears—and holds him until he needs her to. She would be his Atlas and hold him until the end of the world, but slowly, his breathing calms and Adrien draws away, wiping at his eye with the palm of his hand. “I need to— I’ll need to go back,” he stutters over a swallow. Marinette shakes her head firmly and holds him tighter. “You are not going back.” His face softens. “My lady,” he begs, and she thinks her heart might give in from the way he says her name alone. “You know I have to before he discovers I’m missing, otherwise—” She cuts him off with a kiss before he gets to finish that train of thought. It’s an option she isn’t willing to entertain. “Your cousin owes me big time. You are not going back. Never ever,” she confirms. If the surprised fervour and gratitude he dives back in for a kiss with is of any indication, he believes her. Marinette isn’t delusional enough to think Félix would do her a solid as an apology for his theater kid nonsense, but she suspects a chance to be closer to Kagami in place of Adrien will do it. She laces her fingers with Adrien’s, as if gluing them together, but he doesn’t seem to mind. She smiles against his lips with confidence only his support can grant her. “Okay, Chaton. Here’s the plan.”

#hope this is coherent my brain feels like a nest of mice racing around on zero-gravity #ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #ml season 5 #ml representation #ml representation spoilers #ml season 5 spoilers #ladynoir #reveal #hurt/comfort #I do not have a title so I guess this doesn't go on AO3 #(me; probably; back in three hours with a title: ACTUALLY)#ml leak free #miraculeakless

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bittersweetresilience · 6 months

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adrien often being referred to in fanon as “sunshine” and the sun and something about Felix having Moon symbolism. is this anything sunny?

sentitwin sun moon symbolism is absolutely ridiculous. i have thought about it before but never gotten anywhere. this time i consulted @ninadove about it and rotated it in my mind for many hours and i am still not sure about my verdict. therefore i'm just going to ramble a bit and then pass it over to nina. birthday teamwork!

i started out agreeing with the assignment of adrien as the sun and félix as the moon.

their personalities seem to fit the vibes. moreover, it ties into yin and yang.

adrien's miraculous is placed on the yang half of the miracle box, and ladybug's on the yin. his hair is parted to the right, which is the direction of yang, while félix's and ladybug's are parted to the left, yin.

a brief tangent here: even though the placement in the miracle box and adrien and marinette's civilian selves with their white and black outer garments respectively seem to indicate yang and yin, when they become heroes, they swap entirely. ladybug wears red, yang, and chat noir wears black, yin. their powers of creation and destruction are also yang and yin. my theory is that not only are adrien and marinette meant to be halves of a whole as partners, but their hero selves are also meant to halves of a whole with their civilian selves. yin and yang symbolism all around.

back to adrien as sunshine. before félix was introduced, adrien was established as the character in the show with the disney princess golden hair and golden smile, so it's easy to see where this fanon came from.

marinette describes her love for him as three suns in her heart.

then if we want to pair the sentitwins, and we think adrien is the sun, it makes sense for félix to be the moon.

some final evidence in support of this is mirror imagery. the same way the moon reflects the light of the sun, félix reflects adrien. both in his creation as a reflection of adrien's and in his behavior in the show. félix dresses as adrien in over half of his episodes.

but this picture is complicated by several factors. there's a fair amount of evidence that the twins are actually associated the other way around, with adrien as the moon and félix as the sun.

gold and silver color symbolism. one could easily think of gold as the sun and silver as the moon, but in the show, félix and the graham de vanilys are associated with gold and adrien and the agrestes are associated with silver. the wedding rings, the colors of their homes, their camouflaged miraculous, the lighting... anarchist gang talked about this a few months ago and i think nina may want to expand on what we discovered, so i will leave this to her.

another brief tangent here: white and black color symbolism. i have not fleshed out my thoughts on it but i am leaving notes here for future reference. adrien's civilian outfit features white, but this likely reflects gabriel's influence on him. his hero selves wear black. meanwhile, félix is introduced dressed in black and haloed in white as he enters gabriel's sphere. in the play, it's the opposite. at the diamonds' dance, he and marinette wear white and kagami, like lune rouge, wears red. obfuscation? femininity? yin and yang again?

and a third brief tangent here: when chat noir is unhealthy, he becomes chat blanc, who is white, and patte de velours, who is accented with gold. colors of entanglement? of influence? of inauthenticity? are félix's best parts adrien's idea of a perfect self? i am contemplating.

there are more significant reasons for moon adrien and sun félix. in important moments of the show, adrien is frequently associated with the moon. glaciator, chat blanc, kuro neko, new york special... and on the other hand, where does the sun play an important part of the story? in réplique, with félix.

narratively, sentitwins seem to have moon and sun roles. adrien is the one from whom things are hidden, while félix is the one who shines light on the truth. adrien spends most of his time as support, while félix is an active agent. adrien reacts to things, while félix makes them happen, for better or for worse.

nina has an entire essay on félix and the development of his sun associations from lune rouge to the sunrise in représentation, so i'll leave that to her to discuss.

all right. sentitwins are either sun and moon or moon and sun. what does this mean for them?

it intrigues me that adrien is viewed by fanon as the sun when he could be better described as the moon. adrien agreste enjoyers, please get on this.

here is a starting point for your thoughts. if adrien is the moon, it makes sense why he destroyed the moon in chat blanc when he was trying to destroy himself.

and if félix is the sun, it further puts into perspective why he felt guilty about réplique's fate. they were a sacrifice for his goals. he may has well have literally killed them.

role reversal and false impressions are prominent in sentitwins and this complicated picture adds to that.

frequently bought together. do not separate.

in conclusion, yes, autumn, this is most certainly something. fuck if i know what it is, but i love losing my mind about it.

#I'M SORRY I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS ENDED UP THIS LONG #also i have recently discovered the joy of answering asks and i am eating you for this one. eating you whole #miraculous ladybug #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #adrien agreste #🌃#🏮#good lord i hope you enjoy at least some of this nonsense HAHE #ml meta

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trishacollins · 8 months

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Memento Mori

It was possible, Marinette reflected, to live with only half of her soul.

Brutal, sure, devastating. But possible.

She could live. She could get up. She could still get up without his hand to help her to her feet.

She was staggering, stumbling steps that led her forward.

(To a world without him, a world where there was no Chat Noir waiting for her, no laughing cat to lift her spirits. Alone echoed in her soul.)

She didn't know what Gabriel Agreste hoped to gain from the memorial. But she both hated him for it and appreciated it.

There was no grave for her kitty, no body to mourn, no place but the spot where he died to be close to him.

Adrien looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes and hands shaking slightly.

She landed next to him, and his eyes flickered in her direction before his body turned to her. "Ladybug."

She inclined her head slightly, not willing to risk her voice with speaking. She was going to cry today; nothing would stop it. The grief that had been festering inside her would have a public outlet.

She didn't want to be here. She couldn't stay away, couldn't refuse to honor her partner. She had wanted to be able to experience the statue privately, but grand gestures demanded an audience. The press was all around her.

"The charm." He said slowly, as though he was struggling with the words.

The wristband. Black and green braided ribbon, a bell, a pawprint. "Marinette." She cleared the lump in her throat. "Marinette made them for her class. She-" her voice died, eyes burning.

"I'm sorry." Adrien looked miserable. "Ladybug- I." He twisted the ring on his finger back and forth.

The skin was red around it. It was clearly not the first time.

She felt the hollowness of the smile she offered him and saw the emptiness in the answering smile.

"Ladybug." Mr. Agreste stepped closer, and she watched him, wary. "We are sympathetic towards your loss; all of Paris mourns with you. I hope that this memorial-" He reached for her hand, and she pulled it away.

She didn't want to be touched. Not right now. Not today.

Mr. Agreste dropped the hand, exhaling and glancing at his son.

Adrien refused to look at him, eyes fixed on her feet.

"I hope this memorial eases your pain." Mr. Agreste said.

She jerked her head in a small nod. She was still bleeding; the wound was sluggish. But still it bled.

She hated him for making her do this. She shouldn't hate him. He was the reason the memorial was here.

But she hated him.

She turned away from both of them, shoulders hunched inwards. Félix was leaning against the stage, a bit away from them, his eyes like Adrien's- and yet nothing like them. Félix's gaze was accessing everything and everyone around him, and they only belatedly landed on her.

Her fists twisted at her sides, the sharpness of her breath searing through her lungs.

She wondered how many hits it would take to destroy his smugness. Her anger was more accessible than her grief, feet carrying her to stand above him.

"You shouldn't be here." She hissed. "This never would have happened without you. This is *your* fault."

Félix studied her, lips pursing slightly. "This was not my play."

"You still caused it." She spat. "You as good as killed him yourself."

There was a shift of weight behind her, a foot scuff, an indrawn breath.

And her stupid heart stuttered, her mind playing the cruelest trick. Ladybug and Chat Noir knew each other- a sixth sense.

She was sure he was a step behind her for just a moment, backing her up.

But it was Adrien. Adrien looked so concerned when her face crumpled, her knees shook, and the sob tore through her. She clapped a hand to her mouth to muffle the sound but knew Adrien and Félix heard the pained noise.

Something passed between them too quickly for her to follow.

"I can't." She whispered when Adrien started to reach for her. Her yoyo caught above them, and she lifted from the stage and out of sight.

~*~

Félix had not been consulted about Adrien's outro as Chat Noir - if he had, he probably would have objected strenuously to it.

It was an impulsive decision on the part of Gabriel. Impulsive and wrong, honestly. Now, they had made an enemy of Ladybug.

They could have used Chat Noir to get the earrings.

They could have used Chat Noir to find out who she was. As often as the pair had switched Miraculous, it would have been easy to have Adrien walk away with both of them, make the wish, and put everything back to rights.

But Gabriel had done this - to punish Adrien, maybe. To establish his claim on his son once and for all. Felix didn't know what the man had been thinking, and Gabriel hadn't been able to give him an answer.

Not that Gabriel had even told him what was happening; Felix had just gotten the delightful experience of waking up to a flood of suicidal ideation swamping his mind and a grieving Adrien screaming in the middle of it all.

A part of Adrien hadn't stopped screaming since, even though he outwardly seemed fine. He still wasn't sure if Adrien would bother to wake up one day, willing himself to stop breathing.

Like an animal gnawing off its leg to get out of a trap.

Gabriel's choice had ripped through Adrien like a wrecking ball. Adrien's grief roiled through his mind; he was sure he could hear it even without the Peacock currently under his jacket.

Watching him interact with Ladybug - feeling him interacting, the pulse radiating from them - he wanted to curse.

He had thought Adrien had been bad before.

Adrien was never going to be able to forgive this, and Gabriel was a fool if he thought it would ever be possible for Adrien to let this go.

Ladybug saw him, and he tensed as the hero stalked to him.

Her blame was expected - perhaps even deserved - Adrien's guilt was also expected.

The way he dropped into her shadow was as if he belonged there, and her stance shifted to accept him there until she realized she had done it. It was unexpected.

Adrien's defeat as she swept away from them, the way his body hitched forward, the half step, the slight crouch- as though he had been about to follow her.

He was not transformed; he wouldn't even be wearing the ring if Plagg hadn't threatened to Cataclysm it if Gabriel tried to remove it from Adrien. Whatever instincts the Miraculous gave him should be at their lowest.

Gabriel had put them in a situation. One he doubted his uncle had a clue about the depth of.

His eyes found his uncle across the stage, but Gabriel only had eyes for the line of Adrien's shoulders.

"Adrien."

Adrien's head dropped, shoulders slumping as he curled into himself. "Not now, Felix."

The most alive he had been in the past few months, and now the poisoned grief was back.

Damn.

*~*

His father was standing close behind him, almost invasive. But Adrien had eyes only for Ladybug's form curled up on the rooftop.

It had been the closest he had been to her since...since.

Tears burned at his eyes, and he blinked them away, refusing to look at his father as he turned around.

He didn't want the stupid statue. Whatever his father thought the statue would do, all that it had done was make him angry.

It was a statue to a lie. He wasn't dead.

Dead would be finished, done.

This wasn't alive; he was still breathing, but his life had ended.

"Adrien." His father touched his shoulder.

He pulled away, walking to the edge of the stage.

"It's not even a good statue," Felix muttered.

He snorted because it was better than sobbing. "I hate you."

"Less than anyone else right now." Felix was right, but. Telling him that.

He didn't want....he didn't.

"I don't want to be here." He whispered.

"Ten more minutes?" Felix offered.

His eyes found Ladybug, locking onto her, his entire existence centered on her. She had been so close. The closest he had been in months.

He was hurting her. He was still hurting her, even though he was gone.

The presentation continued without them, and he never took his eyes away from Ladybug.

His Lady.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.'

'She can't hear you.' Felix's voice was quiet in his head.

The ceremony was solemn; nobody applauded when the cover was removed from the statue.

Adrien didn't look at it. He just kept his eyes on Ladybug and watched her watch. His heart reached for her.

Because his hands no longer could.

For @wackus-bonkus-maximus who is kindly allowing me to play in her sandbox while I work out my brain block for my own.

#ODNLB #miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #adrien agreste #my fic #Odd Nibble

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thechatsmeouch · 6 days

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Ladybug Blues

Chapter two- Her Role

Adrien walked the halls with a knot in his stomach, unable to shake the strange way Marinette was acting.

"Hey, man, you okay?" Nino asked, noticing the way his friend was struggling.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Adrien lied, forcing a smile. "Just a bit tired, that's all."

He glanced at Nino, then away. "You know, I just can't shake this feeling that something's wrong. With Marinette, I mean."

Nino shrugged. "Maybe she's just having girl problems. You know how that goes."

Adrien nodded, but he didn't look convinced. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. His feet dragged on, and with each passing moment, his worry grew. He couldn't stop thinking about Marinette, and the way she had been acting. Something told him that he needed to find her.

He opened his locker, to see a slip of paper resting at the bottom of it. His name was written on it in Marinette's familiar script. His heart skipped a beat as he reached for it, feeling a mixture of hope and fear wash over him. He glanced around, making sure no one was watching before opening it.

He clasped a hand over his mouth as he read the note. His heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. Adrien blinked back the tears that threatened to form and grabbed his phone from his back pocket, dialing Marinette's number. It rang and rang, but she didn't answer. Panic starting to set in, he hung up and tried calling again, over and over, but each time it went straight to voicemail.

"Plagg, something is definitely wrong with Marinette," Adrien said, his voice thick with worry. "I can't shake this feeling that something terrible has happened." He took a deep breath, his hands trembling. "I have to find her."

Adrien booked it out of the school, his stomach twisting with anxiety. He transformed in an alley along the way, scanning for any sign of Marinette. The streets were quiet, and the normally bustling city seemed to wear a somber air. He tried calling her again, but her phone was still off. He raced to her house, hoping she'd be there. He knocked a few times on the trapdoor, giving up after several seconds of silence. He thanked whatever god existed for her leaving it unlocked.

He lowered himself onto her bed, careful not to get his dirty boots on her perfect sheets. Scanning the room for her, he caught a glimpse of the same glittery ink that he'd just read. With trembling hands, he picked up the slip of paper on her desk.

His eyes misted over. She must have been struggling for so long. He knew what she was planning, and he couldn't let her go through with it.

"Marinette, please," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I love you. I need you. We can work this out together." He reached for his phone, dialing her number once more. It rang and rang, but she didn't answer. Desperate, he left a voice mail, pouring out his heart to her, promising her that everything would be all right.

He left her room just as it was before and stood on her balcony.

"Please, please don't let me be too late." Chat Noir begged as he leapt off of the railing, vaulting across Paris as fast as he could. His heart was racing, and he could feel the desperation building inside of him. He knew he had to find Marinette, that there was no time to lose. He could see her in his mind's eye, the way she had looked when she had given him that kiss. He pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Finally, finally he found that beautiful mess of raven hair, standing on the edge of the Pont Neuf, teetering over the Seine.

"Marinette!" He shouted, leaping across the rooftops, ignoring the protests of his burning muscles. "Marinette, wait!"

But she couldn't hear him, and she let herself fall back.

Down, down, down... Splash. The cold water enveloped her, dragging her under.

No... No, she couldn't do this. She couldn't leave him. She couldn't leave him all alone... Chat Noir must have been screaming, the way his throat stung. He sprinted as fast as he could, diving headfirst into the river.

"Marinette!" he shouted, barely able to choke out her name through the water. He searched frantically, his fingers brushing against her hair, her jacket. She was slippery, but he held on tight, refusing to let her go. Finally, he managed to pull her up onto the shore, her body limp in his arms.

He coughed and spluttered, trying to catch his breath as he cradled her against his chest. "Marinette, please be all right," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "Please."

He waited, for a sound, for her to cough up all the water she'd inhaled, but there was nothing. His heart raced, panic rising in his throat as he cradled her against him. "Marinette, please," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "Please, please don't do this, I-I love you!" He didn't know how much time passed, but he didn't want to lose her. He couldn't.

The universe must have known it had lost someone precious, because it began to rain. Raindrops pattered against Marinette's pale, now bluish cheeks. The warm blush that used to spread across them was no longer present. No matter how tightly Chat Noir hugged her to his body, she would remain cold. He couldn't let her go, couldn't let her slip away from him. They sat there, on the muddy riverbank, the water lapping at their feet, as the sky above them darkened and the rain fell harder. He shivered as he sobbed into her hair, kissing the top of her head as he begged her not to leave him, to just come back and they'd work it all out.

"Help," Chat choked out, the words barely audible over the rushing water. He looked up, his eyes wild and desperate. "Please, help!" He knew that someone had to hear him, had to come.

The rain continued to fall, the sky above them growing darker and darker. Marinette lay limp in his arms, her eyes closed as if she were in the middle of a nice dream. He pressed his cheek against her cold, wet hair, refusing to believe that this was it. That she was really gone.

Finally, someone came along. A woman, walking her dog, who took one look at Chat Noir, curled up against Marinette's limp form, and immediately dialed emergency services. Chat Noir couldn't tell her much, except that they'd been in the river, that Marinette had tried to leave him... But he didn't know why. He just kept repeating her name, over and over, as if by saying it enough, she would come back.

Time seemed to slow down as the paramedics worked on Marinette, trying to revive her. Chat Noir clung to her, refusing to let her go, even as they tried to pull him away, asking him questions he couldn't answer. He could only stare, numbly, as they loaded her body into the ambulance. They hadn't even bothered to turn the sirens on.

Chat Noir landed in his bedroom with a thump and released his transformation. He fell backwards onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling, and tried to remember the events of the day before. The river, Marinette, the water, her limp body in his arms... It felt like a horrible nightmare, something that couldn't possibly be real. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories, but they were burned into his mind, impossible to forget.

Adrien ignored how he shivered in his soggy, wet clothes. He didn't care about anything now that she was gone.

At some point, Plagg convinced him to get into the shower and hang his clothes to dry. He didn't know when he fell asleep, maybe sometime after four in the morning.

The sunlight streaming through his window hurt his eyes as he stared at the clock, internally screaming. He couldn't go to school like this. He couldn't see anyone. Not after what had happened. He should have been there sooner. He should have saved her.

Finally, he forced himself out of bed, not bothering to change out of his pajamas. He didn't want to wear anything else. His room was a mess; clothes and belongings were strewn about, (He'd completely broken down after his shower and destroyed his room.) and there was a damp spot on the carpet where he'd tracked water in the night before. He picked up his phone, debating whether or not to call anyone, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want to talk to anyone about her. Not yet.

"Hey Kit..." Plagg mumbled, nudging his head against Adrien's cheek. "They'll need you today, you should be there." His voice was barely a whisper.

Adrien didn't respond. He just stared at the ceiling, feeling hollowed out. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy from crying, but there were no more tears left. He felt empty, as if there was nothing left inside him.

The boy sighed, and finally, he peeled off his shirt, changing into a dark hoodie and sweatpants. He couldn't face the idea of going to school, not with her gone. He couldn't face anyone. But he knew he had to. He owed it to her to face the world, to keep living. Even if it felt like his heart had been torn out of his chest.

Right before he could open his door, Gabriel opened it.

"Adrien," he said, his voice soft and (surprisingly) worried. Gabriel stepped forward, tentatively, and gently took his shoulder. "I have bad news."

Adrien turned his head away, unable to look at his father. He knew what was coming.

"The Dupain-Cheng's called this morning." He began, voice quiet. "There was an accident yesterday... on the riverbank. Marinette, they identified her," He paused, unable to meet Adrien's gaze. "They're going to need you to identify her body too. They want you to come to the morgue today."

Adrien felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He knew it was coming, but hearing the words made it all so much more real. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He could only stare at his father in horror, his mind reeling.

"D-did they say... when?" he managed to choke out.

Gabriel winced, nodding his head. "They want you to go to the morgue this afternoon. I've taken the whole day off, so I can take you there if you need me to."

Adrien looked at his father. "Not... Not Gorilla, or Nathalie?"

"No, I thought it'd be best to... Accompany you, during this... Hard time."

Adrien brought his gaze to the floor. He felt like he was made of glass, like one wrong move could shatter him into a million pieces. He wanted to be alone, to process this on his own. But he knew that wasn't possible. Not now.

"Yes, Father." He mumbled. "If it's okay, I'd like to walk to school today." He spoke. "It'll give me some time to... clear my head."

Gabriel nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving his son. "Very well, I'll be there to pick you up at lunchtime."

Adrien trudged along, looking up to the sky. It was dull and gray, matching his mood perfectly. He walked to school, his mind a million miles away. The world around him seemed to move in slow motion, as if time had stopped entirely.

He stopped when he got to Marinette's parent's bakery. It was closed, a letter on the door stated they'd had a family crisis.

He didn't even remember getting to his locker, or how he managed to get to his first class. All he could focus on was the constant ache in his chest, the feeling that something was missing. The world around him seemed so empty without her.

Alya sobbed in her seat while Nino rubbed her back, offering whatever comfort he could. The classroom felt too small, too stuffy, too quiet. It was as if the world had stopped spinning. Adrien couldn't focus on anything but the hollowness in his heart. He couldn't stop thinking about Marinette.

Adrien sat next to Alya, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving her an understanding look.

She looked up at him, sniffling. "She- Marinette... She loved you so much, you know." Her voice broke, and she turned away, unable to meet his gaze.

Adrien swallowed hard, feeling a lump forming in his throat. "I loved her too." He said, his voice barely audible. "I wish I got to tell her."

He reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I know you're hurting too, Alya. We'll get through this together."

The familiar clicking of heels grabbed everyone's attention. Lila strode into the room, her chin held high. When she felt the energy of the room, she quickly altered her face to match it, scrambling over to Alya, who still cried quietly.

"Oh, Alya, don't tell me Marinette attacked you, too!" Lila exclaimed, feigning surprise and concern. "You poor dear. Whatever could have made her do something like that?"

Adrien felt his blood boil at Lila's insincerity. He wanted nothing more than to slap her across the face, to make her see how cruel she was being. But he knew that wouldn't help anything. So he simply squeezed Alya's hand a little tighter, hoping to offer her some comfort.

"Lila, please," Alya sobbed. "You know that's not true. Marinette was always so kind to everyone."

Lila's expression didn't change, but Adrien could see the anger in her eyes. "Well, she certainly didn't show you any kindness today," she snapped. "I mean, why would she attack you out of nowhere? It doesn't make any sense."

"She's dead, Lila." Adrien said numbly. "She's gone, and you're still trying to drag her name through the dirt!"

Lila's expression faltered. "What?" she stammered, trying to hide her surprise. She looked around the room, scanning the shaking shoulders and tear-stained cheeks.

"It was your fault." Alya finally managed to choke out, looking up at Lila with red-rimmed eyes. "You and your stupid lies, you drove her to it. You made her feel so alone and confused. You made her think that she couldn't trust anyone."

Lila recoiled as if she'd been slapped, her expression shifting from shocked disbelief to anger. "Me?!" she shouted. "You can't blame me for this! You all abandoned her, none of you were ever her friends if you believed every little thing I said, you should blame yourselves!" Her voice broke on the last word, and she began to sob uncontrollably, covering her face with her hands.

"Just shut up, Lila!" Adrien shouted, taking everyone by surprise. He could feel his control slipping. "You don't get to act like you're the victim here! You knew what you were doing, and you didn't care who you hurt!"

Alya's eyes widened, and she looked at Adrien with a mixture of shock and understanding. Lila's face twisted in anger, but she didn't say anything.

The tension in the room was palpable. No one wanted to touch the subject of Marinette's death again, but they couldn't help but feel the weight of her absence. They had grown so accustomed to her presence, her gentle smile and her kind words. Now, the silence that had replaced her felt deafening.

The teacher walked into the room shortly after the outburst, a somber expression on her face. "Good morning, class," She sighed. "As I'm sure you're all aware, we've received some terrible news... Yesterday, Marinette Dupain-Cheng... Passed away. I understand it must be difficult for many of you to be here today, so I'm allowing you all to have a free period. The guidance counselor's door is open for anyone, all day today and for the next two weeks."

She looked at Adrien, Alya and Nino. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

There was a collective murmur as the class began to file out of the room. Some students exchanged hugs or offered words of comfort, but most just seemed lost in their own thoughts, unable to process the reality of what had happened. Lila didn't even bother to say anything, just got up and left the room without a word.

Alya and Nino exchanged glances as they left the classroom, their hands clasped tightly together. They walked in silence, lost in their own memories of Marinette. Adrien lagged behind, struggling to keep his composure. He felt as if a part of him had died along with her.

The trio laid in the courtyard, laying their heads on their bookbags as makeshift pillows as they talked. Adrien stared at the gray sky and wished it would rain. He released a heavy sigh.

"I would do anything to bring her back," Adrien murmured, his voice hoarse. He raised his ringed hand, staring at his miraculous.

He could bring her back. Ladybug would understand, right? He just needed an excuse to see her, then he would explain everything.

Right on cue, a shrill scream cut through the air, echoing across the school grounds. The sound of footsteps running away from the source of the noise followed shortly after. Adrien shot up, cursing Hawkmoth for using Marinette's death as fuel for an akuma. He quickly excused himself, telling his friends to get to safety before scrambling to an empty area to transform.

Meanwhile, in the girl's bathroom, Alya gripped the black and red box in her hands. Tears stung her eyes as she remembered the note Marinette had written.

Guard them with your life, Scarabella.

She slowly picked the spotted earrings from the cushion they resided on, feeling a terrible ache in her chest as she held them in her hands. The weight of the black and red earrings seemed to grow heavier by the moment, like they were bearing the burden of the world. Tears streamed down her face as she pushed them through her earlobes.

A bright flash of pink nearly blinded Alya. Tikki emerged, hovering in front of her face, her eyes glowing with concern. "Mari- Oh... Alya? Are you okay?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly. "Where's Marinette?"

Alya blinked, trying to focus on the little pink creature. "She's... she's gone," she managed to whisper. "She died." Tears streamed down her face as she clutched the box that once contained the earrings to her chest. "She left her miraculous to me, Tikki, but I don't know if I can do it... Not after what I caused."

The small bug looked at her with wide, innocent eyes. "Alya, I'm so sorry. I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel. But Marinette... she believed in you. Even when things were really, really hard, she never gave up on you. And she never would have wanted you to give up on yourself, either. You have to do this, for her."

Alya wiped the tears from her face, taking a deep breath to steady her shaking hands. She nodded slowly, feeling a spark of determination ignite within her. "You're right, Tikki," she said, looking up at the creature. "I'll do it. And I'll make sure her miraculous is used for good."

Chat Noir was growing tired as he blocked attack after attack. Ladybug should be here by now! He glanced around, finally seeing a blur of black and red. He smiled for the first time today, at least he still had his Lady. His partner appeared before him, landing on the ground gracefully. "Thanks for the save, Chat," she panted. "Sorry I'm late, let's get this over with!"

Except, it wasn't his partner. His heart shattered as he saw Scarabella, not Ladybug, standing before him. His fists clenched in anger and sorrow as he remembered yesterday's awful events. He didn't think his heart could break any more, but it did. Marinette wasn't wearing her black studs when he pulled her out of the water.

The black studs she wore every single day.

Images of Marinette and Ladybug crossed his mind, how stupid he was for not seeing it sooner.

A broken sob escaped his lips as he collapsed to his knees, his fists still clenched in anger and despair.

Scarabella's features twisted into a mask of confusion and pain, her heart aching for her partner. "Chat...?" she managed to choke out, her voice trembling.

Chat Noir didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the ground as he tried to compose himself. His mind was spinning, trying to process the impossible truth that not only was Marinette gone, so was his Lady. He felt hollow, as if all the pieces of himself had been torn apart and scattered to the wind.

He looked at his ring again, then to the earrings Scarabella wore. He'd bring her back, no matter what it took.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous fandom #miraculous fanfic #mlb marinette #fanfic #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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tranqviridii · 4 months

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Kuro Neko Rant

Kuro Neko was definitely an episode where Ladybug was being unfavorable. We can follow her to how being guardian and shouldering all this responsibility can be really overwhelming for someone so young as her and how it affects her relationship with her partner Chat Noir. Chat/Adrien is evidently a comfort character of mine but I can understand where Ladybug is coming from! Marinette has made so many sacrifices to hold the title as Ladybug and bear the responsibility as guardian of the miraculous.

Throughout Season 4, Chat Noir has been showing signs of being angry and excluded from the loop. Examples being, Scarabella's first appearance, The entire episode of Rocketear, and in general, not receiving any explanation from Ladybug...building up to the point that Chat Noir feels that his presence isn't needed to save the day. To the actual episode, Kuro Neko is supposed to be the episode where Chat Noir finally says enough after being neglected by Ladybug as a core member of the team, THEIR team. The episode begins with Ladybug answering a curious news reporter about the Chat Noir's lack of appearance during these akuma fights and to this she responds "He's a partner like any other. We must pick the best superheroes for each mission, with or without Chat Noir." The very last bit hits Adrien as he's watching this on the news particularly to the heart. The worst part is that there's just no reason as to why Chat Noir wouldn't be considered the best for the mission as these are all akumas that THEY'VE FOUGHT BEFORE. Hell if they can defeat Mr. Pigeon 72 times and more in the span of less than 10 minutes, why would Ladybug recruit 4 heroes to immobilize the same baby villain they've fought before with ease. Before, Passing out miraculouses meant they needed one or two specific powers to help fight a certain villain instead of recruiting 4 to serve the same purpose. Plus! Ladybug has defeated villains by herself before. The problem with this is that she needs to recruit 4 superhereos to compensate for Chat Noir's position in the team. Chat Noir goes to help Ladybug and friends to defeat another akumatized villain but as soon as he gets there he realizes that the mission is over and Ladybug already fixed everything. He meets up with them either way but they are all in a rush to go to their rendevous points, especially ladybug who increasingly becomes agitated with Chat Noir trying give a helping hand and finally snaps at him, "If you want to save me time, stop wasting it in the first place!" and zips off. Chat Noir's last thread snaps and he shouts at her that she can take his miraculous when she's done to which she angrily dismisses before realizing the implication later and coming back to find that she's too late, with the Black Cat miraculous on the roof without Chat Noir in sight. (Which btw, how the hell did adrien get down LMAO nobody saw Adrien Agreste supermodel dangle on the roof of a glass building trying to get down???) Plagg comes to his defense when Ladybug says, she didn't do anything, of course Plagg metions how Chat Noir has been neglected for other heroes but drops the ball at Ladybug's defense where she states that, Chat Noir should be happy he has more time off. WHEN LITERALLY I FEEL LIKE HE MENTIONS OFTEN HOW MUCH HE LOVES BEING A SUPERHERO!! AND!! In one episode he says, "The times where I have the most fun is when i'm here with you" something like that. but Plagg drops the ball at implying that Chat Noir doesn't want time off because he's in love with Ladybug.🤦‍♂️ Ladybug then feels guilty about this fact, saying that Chat Noir being in love with her is the problem and they should split. This being dwiddled down into a love problem irks me because yes while there could be some jealousy involved, Chat Noir feels neglected as a PARTNER. Being Chat Noir, grants Adrien a freedom to do whatever he wants considering his restrictive lifestyle. Chat Noir is his escapism...not a suit to flirt with Ladybug. Anyways, Plagg then goes to trick Ladybug into thinking there were two candidates for the holder of his miraculous so he could give back the miraculous to Adrien who is rotting in his room tbh. Plagg convinces Adrien to become Chat Noir again but this time, a Chat Noir that can meet all of Ladybug's expectations as the perfect partner. Making a whole new personality to fit, Plagg recommends that Adrien should simply behaves how he does when he's with his father or Natalie. Thus, Cat Walker is born.

Aside from his amazing design...Cat Walker turns out to be the perfect partner. The akumatized villain, Ladybug impulsively mistook for Chat Noir was actually a Sentimonster. Cat Walker was simply just "too perfect" to fit as the new holder because Ladybug almost instantly becomes infatuated with him and can't focus on how to apply the lucky charm. She ends up saving the day by herself and Cat Walker is to give the ring to Plagg so that the original Chat Noir can return. ... ⬇️ THIS IS ACTUALLY JUST THE CORE OF THE RANT ⬇️ What made me upset was how easily Ladybug fell for Cat Walker, considering Cat Walker is just the superhero version of Adrien's public image. I'm not saying Chat Noir is who Adrien really is but he's a part of him and seeing that part of him blatantly rejected, is disheartening. Plus, the implications that Adrien was willing to act like his public image from that point on just to be recognized and put on the team, to not be neglected, just sucks! His public image leaking into his superhero life, the life that is supposed to be his escape of all the expectations placed on him. LIKE LET THIS BOY BE GOOFY AND MAKE PUNS. Worst of all, Ladybug does not apologize and demotes Chat Noir to being a partner like any other but it's okay! Because he is her "favorite". 🙄 They had a better apology at the end of the season than in this episode where Ladybug actually acknowledges all the shit she was putting Chat Noir through.

No problems were solved in this episode and it was really just filler to show off a nice design and ruin my day.

Honestly, I would delete most of this rant but I spent too much time on it. 🥲

#miraculous ladybug #ml ladybug #mlb chat noir #chat noir #mlb rant #rant post #mlb #mlb kuro neko #kuro neko #cat walker #mlb cat walker #i hate fillers

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sizzleissues · 1 year

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Binder

(Trans masc Adrien, 1093 words)

There are a few things you learn about a person when you date them and no time else. How they snore like a little baby owl when sleeping on their stomach and insist it's the most comfortable position. How they kick their feet and shake their fists when they’re happy with a design before ultimately scraping it. How she trusts him with all her heart and he can’t trust her. Not with this.

The one thing Adrien should probably tell Marinette because they’re dating is perhaps the hardest to admit.

It's sickening in his stomach just thinking about it. He can’t exactly poke her in the back right now and say ‘Oh you know your boyfriend? What if I told you he’s not actually a boy.’

He can’t let her know he’s wearing a binder or that he has to inject himself every few weeks or that he stuffs a sock down his pants because that would end with her staring at him like he’s an alien and ending the only good thing in his life. Besides, in a couple years she wouldn’t even be able to tell. Not that she’d wait a couple years.

Adrien stops his hand short of tapping her shoulder and turns onto his back, breathing through the strain. Marinette continues to snore, unaware her ‘not actually a boy’ friend is tossing and turning beside her.

It’s different when he’s Chat Noir. Something about its magic makes him realer than he is as Adrien. Plagg explained it all between bites of camembert. The suit can’t exactly out him, that wouldn’t reflect his true self, so it adapted him instead. Chat Noir can run without running out of breath because his binder is constricting his lungs because Chat Noir isn’t wearing a binder. Chat Noir is him fully realised.

He can’t transform into Chat Noir right now just because he wants to fall asleep beside his girlfriend. And he can’t take off his binder without Marinette noticing. So he’s stuck pretending as he always does.

“Adrien?” Marinette mutters through a yawn.

“Yes?” He pretends to just wake up.

“Sorry.” She flips onto her back. “Did I wake you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t mind. What’s up?”

Her face tenses slightly as whatever she wants to say passes through a mental barrier. Then it settles and she turns to him in the beginning of morning light. “Do you want to kiss me?”

He’s taken aback for a moment. It's strange for her to go so off script. Another thing he knows about her, she likes to plan. It’s nearly reminiscent of Ladybug if only for the fact that Marinette plans every interaction while Ladybug plans insane ways to defeat akumas.

“Yes, I always do. Why are you asking?”

“I had a dream.” She explained simply, leaving a gap for him to fill in the rest. “So are you going to kiss me?”

Adrien nods and kisses her bottom lip. Every touch is soft, being so early in the morning, and leaves his skin tingling. There’s a faint trace of the peach lip gloss she’s worn the previous day but Adrien loves the fact he can kiss her when she’s less than perfect. That she’d allow him to taste her lips against his when only a few weeks ago she’d worry about something as small as the lighting.

Marinette sighs into it, dropping her arms around his neck. She manoeuvres onto his lap between breaths. There's a need between them to be as close as possible.

The kiss deepens and then her mouth moves elsewhere. She kisses and sucks on his neck. Adrien shivers against her and he can feel her smile.

“Do you like that?” She asks.

“Yes.” He gasps. She presses another kiss to a sensitive spot near his ear.

He’s an idiot that he lets it go further.

His hands run up her body, taking her shirt with them, which she graciously removes so he can see her. She is beautiful.

And this is getting dangerous.

She bends down again, capturing his mouth. This is where it should stop. This is enough.

Her hands touch his chest.

Adrien doesn’t stop her.

He feels the exact moment she pauses. The exact moment her lips stills against his and he pathetically tries to continue. The exact moment she notices something is wrong and there’s a reason they’ve never gotten this far.

That her boyfriend is lying to her.

“Adrien?”

He doesn’t answer, refusing to look up from his lap. He doesn’t deserve to look at her now while she’s so beautiful and he’s nothing but a freak.

“Adrien?”

Her hand touches his cheek and he flinches away.

“Are you wearing a binder?”

He’d been told when he first got one that physically no one would ever notice it. That as long as he didn’t let anyone touch his chest for an extended period of time they would never know. He was safe.

Marinette gazes down at him, waiting for an answer.

“I am.”

“Oh.”

Oh. That’s all she could say. Oh, my boyfriend’s actually a girl. Oh, he’s been lying to me, tricking me. Oh-

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Adrien looks up, confused.

“Aren’t you mad at me?”

“No. Never.” She moves off of his lap and slides in next to him. “I’m just wondering why I don’t know.”

“No one does. My father doesn’t want anyone to find out, in fear of the backlash.”

“Is he supportive?”

“He accepts me.”

“But he doesn’t support you.”

“Yeah. Mom was the one who did the supporting.”

She’s silent again but still beside him at least. He can hear her think everything through. Deciding if this is a dealbreaker.

“So would you prefer to keep the binder on when with me or take it off?”

Adrien is surprised to say the least. He’s always been told that if anyone found out they’d leave him. No one could love a liar.

“You’re fine with it?”

“Of course I am.”

“Oh.”

Marinette laughs quietly and then traces her finger down his cheek.

“I just want you to be comfortable.”

Adrien rests his head on her shoulder. The reaction he’d constructed in his head seems almost dumb now. Of course Marinette, kind and compassionate Marinette, wouldn’t hate him for being different.

“Then, I’d prefer to take it off.”

“That’s alright. Anything else?”

“You can touch me. Just not there, not yet.”

“Okay.” Her head turns so she can kiss the top of his head. “Thank you for trusting me. I know this isn’t probably how you wanted me to find out."

It’s nice to trust her.

(i wanna right trans fem, gender non conforming and non binary Adrien now too. Nothing can stop me!!!! I hope the kissy scene was okay!! I don't usually post them)

((I hope this is good and please reblog with your thoughts because fan interaction blah blah blah.))

#ml fanfic #miraculous fanfic #one shot #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #transmasc!adrien #marinette dupain cheng #adrien is trans what can I say #adrienette

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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What would happen if Marinette successfully passed the earrings to Alya in Origins part 2?

Hmmm

Well there has been a few au’s with this premise. But what would actually happen?

(What if Alya did get the Ladybug miraculous in Origins part 2)

-Just like in Canon, Marinette put the earrings in Alya’s bag. Not exactly informing the girl of the situation.

-Realizing the danger, and that Alya would have NO WAY of knowing the miraculous were in her bag. Marinette disguised herself to meet Alya at the scene and explain to her the situation. Also explaining about the purification power Tikki told her about.

-Alya figured out that the disguised girl was Ladybug, but she was gone after. Leaving Alya to take over.

-“Well Alya, boss your chance to be a hero.”

-Scarabella arrives, and Chat noir is a bit confused

-“what happened to Ladybug?”

-“She… was on a trial basis and she decided not to continue.”

-Chat noir frowned a bit, but he only had a brief interaction with her. So he wasn’t devastated.

-“So would you be Ladybug 2? I don’t want to get attached.”

-“How about Scarabella?”

-“Alright then.”

-They beat Stone heart, but through a different method.

-Chloé got her obsession with Scarabella instead of Ladybug.

-Fu witnessed the change and sighed. He was so sure he had picked the right ladybug… but at least Chat noir didn’t quit.

-Marinette decided that she would be supportive of her super heroine best friend. Since she gave up the powers, she would at least make it easier on Alya.

-The gum incident happened prior so the umbrella scene still happens. Marinette falls for Adrien.

-Meanwhile Adrien still can’t help but wonder about what happened to the first ladybug. Part of him wondering if it’s his fault she left. He didn’t fall in love, but it was a crush.

-Scarabella and chat noir became the heroes of Paris. Alya decided to change the name of the Ladyblog, to the Miraculous Blog, explaining that it’s a blog dedicated to the heroes of Paris. She kept notes on akuma, and made sure to have camera’s set up for capturing action pictures

-Chat noir and Scarabella got along quite well, but it was clearly platonic, chat noir’s flirts were more playful teasing, that Scarabella played back. They were simply good friends.

-Marinette would cover for Alya whenever there was an incident, so she could be a hero. Alya was glad to have such a good friend.

-Marinette had less confidence as a result of giving up her hero status, and thus remained more shy. But Alya was there to give her a boost.

-Events such as Lady Wifi and Copy cat didn’t happen.

-Chat noir did ask Scarabella if she ever knew who the first ladybug was. He at least wanted to say goodbye.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml what if #alt origins #ml au #Scarabella #chat noir

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anonymous-coffeebanana · 6 months

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There's Something About A Tragedy

(a Miraculous Ladybug fanfic)

After Adrien learns the truth about his father, he wanders through a fog. Luckily, he meets some friends along the way.

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Read on Ao3.

(full fic under the cut! cw: dissociation, panic attack)

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The city is loud when Chat Noir’s world has just fallen apart. Each shriek of a car alarm is a screw digging into his skull. A screaming child, running away from their mother, is a knife to the heart—a reminder of that love and family have one thing in common: they’re both a lie.

Other noises are less immediate. Less clearly felt. He can only fully recognize them once they’ve seeped below the surface. Once they’re already burning him from the inside out.

The rustle of a fabric as someone walks by. (All times when Adrien was just a puppet.)

He stops to catch his breath beside a cafe; footsteps ring sharply against marble floors. (Freedom was always a fleeting thing, waiting for the clock to announce his next obligation.)

Laughter, growing nearer. (Chat remembers enjoying that, once.)

Chat walks through a fog, and he’s pretty sure it’s not all in his head. But he can’t tell for sure if the mist that clings to his periphery is a natural consequence of the passing of seasons or water’s endless cycle or the way the sun plays chicken with the clouds—how the hell is fog made anyways?

Maybe that’s not important.

Because a large part of him thinks the fog is of his own making. That the lack of clarity in his mind can’t be contained, and has taken to spilling into the streets.

There’s almost a comfort in that. In being surrounded by his own sense of self—something that never made sense. Not entirely.

At least now he knows why.

By the time hints of green sneak through the fog, opening a portal to a world that smells of sweet grass and carries a hint of even sweeter pastries, mind is buzzing. With alarm or recognition, he can’t quite tell. But the path beneath his feet feels familiar, as do the voices that weave closer and closer, waves that come apart and slam together until they finally align. Until they finally make sense.

It’s the first taste of constructive interference that Chat has known in hours.

“Hey, is it cool if I invite Alya over? We’re supposed to chill afterwards.”

“Yeah, of course. I already told her she could stop by if the project went long.”

Chat hears a groan. “If we could actually use computers instead of acting like we're stuck in the sixteenth century, we could have been done hours ago.”

“Ugh. Tell me about it.” There’s a sound of something shifting, and the fog heaves a giant sigh. A tower of books approaches. “Primary sources are heavy.”

The voices belong to two sets of footsteps—ones that have come far too close. Chat can only freeze, watching in horror and anticipation, as a laugh meets his ears.

“At least we’re almost back to your place.”

“True. And I guess there’s something to be said about learning the details of a tragedy from the words of someone who’s lived through one. Or something like—oomph.”

Marinette crashes into him the way she has so many times before, but this time he can’t catch her. He can’t even catch himself; he topples faster than the books in her arms. He lands hard on his butt, and the world tilts around him. The tips of his fingers feel numb. His chest feels tight.

Time passes—maybe a minute, maybe a lifetime—and Nino extends a hand down towards him. “Dude, you okay?”

Chat wants to reach up and take that hand, but suddenly he’s exhausted. He’s not even sure how he made it here in the first place, how the world led him right to two of his favourite people.

He just couldn’t stop moving before. He couldn’t. And now that he has…

Something bubbles up inside his chest—something painful, trying to tear itself free. But he can’t let it. That’s one thing he knows.

It’ll tear him apart, into billions of pieces. Then he’ll never escape the fog.

Marinette crouches beside him. Behind her, books are still strewn about—tragedies or casualties, all of them forgotten. “Chat Noir? What’s wrong?”

When he shakes his head, he’s not sure if he’s talking to Marinette, or to that terrible feeling inside him—the one that’s clawed its way to the top of his throat. He tries to swallow it down, but that doesn’t quite work.

He can’t quite breathe.

Marinette is right about so many things, but she often gets mixed up. And Chat thinks that, maybe, her words about primary sources is one of those times. She got it backwards, or inside out, or just…slightly off to the side.

Because there’s something about living through a tragedy that makes the details disappear. And there are no words after that.

He’s not even sure there’s living after that.

It turns out that when Chat Noir’s world is falling apart, touch is loud, too. But maybe not in a bad way.

Where Marinette’s fingers press gently against his chest, he feels a dull, throbbing sensation—like she’s reminding his heart how to beat. And when Nino kneels beside her, he claps a tentative hand to Chat’s shoulder. It forces warmth through Chat’s veins, almost enough to dispel the fog.

Marinette takes his hand, and he forgets, for just a moment, to keep pushing against that awful, writhing feeling. He lets it escape.

But there are people to hold him together now, so his sobs can’t quite tear him apart.

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xoxo, anonymous cucumber

#ml #miraculous fanfic #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe

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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

pick between 5 of my babies? 🥺 GLADLY

(these aren't necessarily my favorites btw. just the ones that i wanna boost!)

lies of attrition

my priority atm, and also a super fun collab with me and @ladyofthenoodle! if you want some post-s5 angst, action, pining, and ladynoir enemies, this is the place to be!

summary: 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. excerpt: “Chat,” Ladybug said, her voice coated with worry. “Did something happen?” He could tell her, now. He had come here to tell her, to show her his face after three years of partnership, to let her see why so much was suddenly wrong. If only he knew what she would say when he pulled off his mask. If only he knew whether she would stay or go. “I could tell you,” he ventured, turning to look directly at her. “But… it’s easier if I show you.” He saw the moment she realized; the way her blue eyes widened, her pink lips parting in a tiny “o.” They stared at each other, unmoving, the sounds of the parade fading into the night. A single firework burst overhead, shattering the standstill. Red blazed over her face, the fall of sparks raining down behind her. Then her features pinched, and in that moment, every hidden place within him was painted red too. “Oh, Chat Noir,” Ladybug whispered, her expression growing more pained by the second. “I… I don’t know.”

Like Smoke from a Furnace

one of my personal favorites! this was an experiment for me in present tense and internal conflict, and i really like how it turned out!

summary: Marinette and Adrien give up their Miraculous. Ladybug and Chat Noir never meet again. excerpt: Giving up the Ladybug Miraculous was supposed to unshackle them both. If she had done so earlier, it could have been different. If Adrien had spoken up later, it would have been different. But Ladybug knew nothing about Chat Noir except the heart he had always laid bare, and that was of her own doing. If Marinette passes him in the street, they will both keep going, none the wiser, the culmination of all their self-imposed secrets. She has nothing to go on. No name, no circumstance, no poorly-disguised hint, as she suspects he has tried to leave before. Chat Noir had become better at following her rules than she, and Marinette had so recently been simultaneously proud of him for it—and resented him too. It doesn’t sink in until several quiet nights later, when she and Adrien are tucked together on his couch, the soft blues and grays of his chosen film flashing across his screen. She is never going to see Chat Noir again.

rest your head (upon my shoulder)

i love this one so much. sometimes i go back and read it to myself because it gives me the exact toe-curling pining i always crave. i like to think of it as one of those "so close but so far away" stories - one of my favorite brands of angst.

summary: Ladybug can save Chat Noir from anything, except what he doesn't tell her. excerpt: “I don’t think there will be any Akuma attacks for a while.” She frowned, but he leaned back, staring up at the starless sky through the leaves of the tree hanging overhead. Something was wrong. She could feel it lingering over him, heavy like suspended rain. “Chaton?” “I had this dream the other night,” he said, gazing over the roof of the Musée. “We grew wings without needing anything—no macarons, no magic words, no Miraculous. And then we just…took off. I don’t really remember where we went, but it was beautiful.” His eyes slid to hers once more, unnaturally bright. Her blood rushed with unbidden heat and she reminded herself why she had stopped sitting in dark, quiet places alone with Chat Noir.

borealis green

a feligami oneshot! this covers the time between "pretension" and "representation" and is probably one of my only canon-compliant au's. i really like writing kagami's pov so this was super fun!

summary: Getting to know Felix is easier than Kagami anticipated, especially as he keeps following her. excerpt: “Goodnight, Félix,” she whispers, though she does not need to. Nobody is around to hear them. No one is watching them. It is only a taste of the freedom he promised her, and yet it sinks into her with the softness of the street lights and the prickle of the night air. “Can I see you again?” he asks, just as softly. She has exactly nine minutes to walk back to the ikebana studio where Tatsu will be waiting to transport her home. She can make it if she walks fast. She can linger a few moments longer if she runs. The vertigo crescendos as she remains in place, watching the gleam of headlights flash in his eyes as cars speed past. “You should go home,” Kagami tells him, holding his gaze. “It’s not safe for you in Paris.” Félix tilts his head in acknowledgement, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “No,” he agrees. “It isn’t.”

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another post-s5 fic centered on adrien & felix, but with a twin telepathy twist. it's kind of like my r&r time for fic, easy and cathartic and a fun break for me between other projects!

summary: The voice in Adrien’s head is strangely familiar. It also tells him the truth (when no one else will). excerpt: You are hearing things, the voice said as though in answer. Doesn’t mean I’m not real. Adrien reached for the silver chain around his neck, his fist closing around the two rings resting warm against his sternum. “As real as me?” Yes, idiot, the voice replied with a bite. As real as you. “That’s not what some people would say,” Adrien replied, not caring if the voice was annoyed. It was his head, after all. Well, what would you rather be? The voice plowed on, unbothered by Adrien’s ire. Born of magic, or born of Gabriel Agreste?

ty for the ask kayla 💛 love me some self-promotion. hope y'all enjoy!

#ml fanfic #ml fic recs #self-promo #ladynoir #adrinette #feligami #ml season 5 #ml post-s5 #senti-adrien #senti-felix #senti-kagami #love square

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hueynomure · 3 months

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WIP Reblog Game

Thank you @coffeebanana for the tag! I'm not one for very long fics and/or starting posting plotty stuff if I don't already have most of the fic written out (too high of a chance of having to correct/retcon shit) so I'm adding fics that only live in my WIP folder lol

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you’re looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

WIP TITLES

Are Hexagon Square Dances a Thing?: Born as a LoveyWeek entry, I got stuck on the very last chapter fml

Uncovering, Unraveling (working title): Imagine Marinette had accidentally outed her Loveybug identity (as in Woven In) to Cat Walker in the (Un)Suited plotline... basically Farewell Gifts but make it smut lol

The Merits of Bagging a Hero (working title): Adrien and Marinette are invited at Alya's and Nino's place for their usual wine&dine night. Everything is going fine, Mari being flustered and Adrien being oblivious as usual - until Alya brings out the topic of hero-specific free passes and the two become inexplicably passionate about who would be the best hero lay between Ladybug and Chat Noir...

Poker Face: Loveybug AU, Cat Walker angst

Heart(s) on Her Sleeve: Companion piece for Poker Face, Loveybug's side of the angst

UPCOMING

Tbqh the biggest motivation for getting this done is getting it over with, which is probably why I've been having so much trouble tackling it lol. I'll just say that I initially intended it to end with platonic Mariwalker buuuuut there may be some smooching hehe

Turns out I'm a SUCKER for scenarios where Cat Walker learns Marinette is Loveybug lol I will have a lot of fun writing the surprise conversation (won't go too much into details bc spoilers) they'll have about his feelings... with Adrien still inside Marinette, both of them deliberately avoiding addressing the fact or doing anything at all abt it lol

This will be 200% crack and I will have SO MUCH FUN writing the most batshit stuff I can come up with. Alya, ever the shit-stirrer, figures out Adrien is Chat Noir halfway through the conversation and spends the rest of the fic basically eating popcorn and fanning that trashfire of a debate lol

Chat Noir is a necessary outlet for Adrien. When Cat Walker has to pick up Loveybug's slack, his energies and enthusiasm are slowly but surely drain until the only reason he dons his mask, the only reason he gets out of bed, is Loveybug's unrestrained and unconditional affection. This can't last - and yet, it's his duty to carry the weight and not let anything show. I'm gonna enjoy writing the pressure building >:3c

There's one phrase to describe Loveybug!Marinette: bracing for punishment. She's too raw with all the Loveybug intensity, she just CAN'T turn into Ladybug, so she just keeps pouring her heart out knowing that at some point, somehow, she will be horrifically punished for it. Just like with Kim. Just like every time she tried to confess to Adrien. But as a hero, the consequences of her mistakes could be... she doesn't want to think about it. She keeps her head low and prepares for the worst, dreading and longing the moment when she'll be forced to wear Loveybug's lovestruck smile again.

Anyone I would have thought to tag Kayla has already tagged, with the excellent exception of @asukiess, so I won't be tagging anybody else! Feel free to join in the fun and consider this a soft tag if you (yes YOU reading this rn) want to tho :3

#wip reblog game

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flightfoot · 4 months

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Thank you for AdriJule or ChaTigress recommendation! I'm happy that someone actually write about them either as platonic or a ship, the later is very rare. I'm envy those who openly say they ship them because I've been traumatized shipping a crack ship, especially one that involve a character that canonically Les or gay. It's representation erasure twitter residence said even though it erase nothing in canon. It's just scared me to this day that I can't create anything for my fav ship anymore.

Oooh yeah sure! Here are some. Also honestly I'm not too nervous about the reaction to shipping things like AdriJule or ChaTigress. The Miraculous fandom has far, far worse things to worry about. If someone doesn't like the fact that it's being shipped, well there's not a ton of it, so it's easy to ignore.

Kitty Siblings by RustyAce

“How’s it going, Adrien?” he asked, reaching over Marinette to scratch behind one of his ears. The cat hybrid’s purrs grew in volume as he pushed his head against Nino’s hand. “Good,” he chirped, his paws beginning to knead both the pillow beneath him and Marinette’s stomach. “Was gonna nap. Keep Marinette warm.” “I see,” Nino hummed. “So you’re booked for the day then?” “Yes!” he nodded, setting his head back down to nuzzle into his mate’s hair. Knowing Nino wouldn’t do anything to harm him or his mate, he closed his eyes, letting out a long purr. There was a pause before Nino spoke again. “Not even to play with Juleka?” Adrien continued to knead, but his eyes snapped back open when the human’s words registered in his brain. Like a flash, he sat up, tail twitching excitedly. “Hiss-ter?” he cried, letting out a cheerful series of trills. “She back?”

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Rainy Days by WriterRiderDirtyThirties

Ladybug and Chat Noir decide to mix up the partners on their team. This leaves Chat Noir and Purple Tigress patrolling the streets of Paris together... until a big storm rains them out.

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Roaring and Flirting by WriterRiderDirtyThirties

Chat Noir is going to be training a newbie hero: Purple Tigress! He's nervous about having to teach her the ropes. Turns out, he had as much to teach her as he had to learn from her.

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This one's ongoing, but I like it so far, and I've liked other things this author has written!

Striped Heart by kingxuppu

After Rose's passing prior to the start of the show, Juleka falls into a deep depression. No one know how to help her, but when Ladybug learns she can give a miraculous to someone to help her in a fight, she decides to give Juleka a miraculous so she'll have a kwami to help her through her own fight. Chat Noir and Purple Tigress hitting it off was an unexpected bonus.

#ask #ml fanfic rec #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #juleka couffaine

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diamaker-moon · 1 year

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Saving What's Left — Chapter Four

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Marinette flinched at the sound of destruction, rearing her out of her trance. She looked to where the sound came from and could see a part of the Akuma. She lept to her feet and starting running back.

Before reaching the main battlefield she quickly ducked in an alleyway and transformed with the ladybug miraculous.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" The Akuma screamed.

Just as the Ladybug heroine landed on a nearby rooftop near the Akuma, she heard lithe footsteps behind her. She didn't dare to look back but kept aware of the person behind her, and is preparing her body to battle in any case.

But before she can throw her yo-yo to trap whoever is behind, the person passed her like a shadow, breezing right past her. Her eyes followed their footsteps only to see a cloaked figure easily jumping from one building to another towards the Akuma.

After one swift move around the Akuma, it appeared in front of her. As she look at the figure, she couldn't see a way to know a part of their identity. A black hooded cloak covers their whole body from head to toe and a black faceless mask in their face.

The figure was extending their hand towards her and saw the Akumatized objectb in their hands.

She cautiously reached it, the moment her fingers grasped the object, the person moved once again but this time disappearing from her sight.

Looking down at the object, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness in her heart. She did her job of de-akumatizing the object, and releasing her cure to the sky and have the ladybugs fix and heal the destruction that occured.

Marinette looked at the object once again and back to the de-akumatized villain, before leaving the object on the ground near the victim and disappeared from the crowd.

——— •• ◆ •• ———

Going back a few moments during the fight with the Akuma, Adrien Agreste was busy turning his school bag upside down to see if he had placed the ring of destruction inside it. Much to his dismay, it wasn't there. He was growing anxious as he continuously heard the raging Akuma outside of the school and could not find the miraculous.

"Where is it?!" He growled inside the empty classroom.

Thousands of scenarios have been running around his mind; most of them are about his freedom and his lady.

Being the hero, Chat Noir is a way for him to escape the forced reality given to him by his father. He wanted to please his father and have him be proud of me, that's why he accepts to be a model despite his awkward personality in dealing with a mob of fans.

Alongside the fame of being a popular model, is the social clingers. Those who value reputation and wealth above all else.

Suddenly he felt his surroundings stop shaking and when he looked outside the window, he saw a cloaked person infront of his bewildered lady.

'Who is that person?!' He thought angrily.

He then saw Ladybug do her thing and clean up the mess left by the Akuma. He deemed it safe enough to go out and saw his classmates around the 'Akuma of the day'. Juleka Couffaine.

He stepped closer to them in order to hear the conversation.

"Juleka, what happened? Why were you suddenly akumatized?" Rose gently asked her.

While the others were silent and waited for her answer.

"We, I, messed up. She was right. Everything was a lie…" Juleka mumbled.

Her response was silent enough but loud enough for them to hear.

Adrien suddenly felt a bubbling pit of anxiousness inside his stomach for whatever reason. The moment he heard the young Couffaine's answer, he knew it will not end well.

Juleka looked up and her gaze immediately landed on Alya's pair of eyes before continuing.

"Marinette was right, Alya. Everything about your new 'best friend' is a lie. A big fat lie. And you are not a journalist, you're nothing but a paparazzi." She said coldly.

Adrien heard a lot of gasps around him and saw the amount of disbelief in Alya's eyes.

'Oh, boy.' He thought.

——— •• ◆ •• ———

Unaware of their surroundings, the cloaked person returned to the scene and observe the class from a distance. Their intentions were unclear to the mass, but they have their goals. And no one will be stopping them from reaching it.

Their gaze was as hard as steel.

If a person looks in their eyes at the moment, they will feel fear and terror. As if they are facing death himself.

Looking to the side, the person saw another point of their goal. They had seen two points of the goal as of now, the bug and the guy. There is only one left.

When they arrived in Paris, France, they were shocked at the amount of power that was covering the whole city. And facing the bug face-to-face, was a different experience.

They looked back at the group of students that are now in a current staring match.

They sighed deeply before turning around and leaving.

For them, no amount of ancient power will get in the way of their goal. Not even the power of the miraculous.

——— •• ◆ •• ———

Beyond the world of reality. There are three beings that were watching the world move as if the three watchers are security guards and were only watching a feed from different cameras.

But it was far from it.

Their slightest interference can change everything. Now that a new variable had caught their attention as it tries to get closer to their points.

"Are we sure about this? Involving her means taking everything from her. Even the smallest item will be taken."

"Yes. We have no choice. Our decision does not matter. If it is for the better of the world, then we should not have any objections or doubts."

They looked back to the person they were talking about. And at that moment they knew, they could only do so much, and thus everything left will be upon her.

——— •• ◆ •• ———

continuing…

T A G L I S T:

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p.s: Haii, this is a gift for both the 200 followers and a Christmas gift to all! It's been quite a journey, especially after a few of my hiatus. So hope everyone has a happy holiday! I think the next chapter will be up next year XD

#Saving What's Left FIC #Marinette & Chloé & Sabrina & Alix & Kim Friendship #Mystery Cloaked Person #Three More Mystery #Getting ready for the twists and turn #Class Salt #Juleka Couffaine Redemption Arc?#Adrien Salt #Happy Holidays and thank you for following my works! <3

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Here's my next installment for the @mlsquaredance event!

Read the original fic, but princess, wishes do come true by @miabrown007 on Ao3! It was such a sweet fic to Remix. I hope you enjoy this Halloween treat <3 And thank you again for the grad school encouragement.

Read the remix on Ao3!

beta'd by @sunshinemarauder <3 I appreciated all your help with this event

Marinette shivers as the evening breeze picks up suddenly. Adrien readily tugs the scarf from his neck and passes it to her.

She hesitates, but takes it.

“Thanks,” she murmurs and leans into him.

He kisses her forehead and turns his gaze back to the sky.

They’re not the only couple that has sought out a star-gazing spot on the hill of the Sacré-Coeur above the light pollution of the city, but it feels like they are. The world always dims when he’s next to Marinette. Though the blanket Marinette grabbed for their late night picnic is itchy beneath Adrien’s hands and the cold winter breeze seems determined to pierce his coat, he can’t imagine being any happier than this.

“Aren’t you cold?” Marinette asks.

“How can I be when I’m snuggled against you?”

She huffs in irritation, and he can picture an eye roll, the sort Ladybug might give Chat Noir. But Marinette has always blushed and stuttered when Adrien offers cheesy romantic quips.

“Is everything all right, m—Marinette?” He stops just short of calling her “my lady.”

“Fine,” she says in a way that suggests she is not fine. But, perhaps hearing her own tone, she shifts against him and adds, “It’s just colder than I thought it would be.”

He doesn’t think that’s the truth, but he doesn’t press.

Adrien is pretty sure that Marinette’s discomfort has something to do with the kiss Chat Noir and Ladybug exchanged last week. He didn’t mean to kiss her, and he didn’t know if she meant to kiss him back, but they definitely kissed each other. It was a chilly, starry night like this one. They were just talking, as they often did after a patrol. She said something that tugged on his heart—something about the pressure of Paris on her shoulders—and he leaned in, offering his shoulder as a sort of comfort. Then he caught the scent of warm, fresh bread and the rose-scented shampoo Marinette used, and he leaned in for the familiar taste of sugar on her lips.

His kiss with Ladybug had been like every kiss with Marinette, and he was struck with the truth.

But after their kiss, Ladybug blushed and stuttered and apologized and insisted that the kiss meant nothing, that it had been an accident, that she had a boyfriend.

So he leaned back on his hands and smiled. He said, “Then I suppose your boyfriend better not find out.”

As Marinette shifts against him again, he thinks it was probably not the smartest joke to make when he knows the truth and she seems not to.

“Marinette,” he says, “what will you wish for?”

There’s not long until the Geminids decorate the sky, putting on a show to rival Ladybug’s magic. Adrien knows what he’s going to wish for: more nights like this.

“Wishing upon a shooting star is a hoax,” she mutters.

“Sure,” he concedes, wondering why she’s suddenly given up every romantic bone in her body to be sharp and acidic. He looks down at her to make sure the girl curled up against him is the same girl who insists on crafting thoughtful, personalized gifts for even the smallest of occasions. “But I don’t think the point is believing that it works, exactly.”

She tips her head to look up at him. “Then what is the point?”

“I think it’s about hope.” Adrien doesn’t know who he’d be without hope, without believing that each day had the opportunity to be better than the last, even when he’d been forced to face the worst.

“And what is so hopeful about rocks that burn themselves to ash in the sky?”

He can feel her heart racing, and her blue eyes are full of a determined fire. But he knows her well enough to know that she’s made of complex layers of feeling and expression, that whatever’s in her heart has a labyrinth of thoughts it’s forced to navigate before it can reach the surface. Just because ferocity is what’s in her expression doesn’t mean that ferocity is the word for what’s clamoring inside her chest.

He remembers what she said about the pressure of Paris, and he wonders what she hasn’t said about the pressures of just being Marinette.

“You’re right,” he concedes. “There is nothing romantic about burning yourself to nothing.”

Her cheeks color, and she protests weakly, “That’s not what I meant.”

“No, princess?” he cups her cheek in his hand and wonders if she will connect the nickname he gives her now to the nickname he’s given her time and again as Chat Noir.

If she does, it has the opposite of its intended effect. She pulls away from him and the night is noticeably colder without her body against his.

Perhaps he should just come clean.

“What would you wish for?” she asks.

He’s about to say, “More nights like this,” but the words die on his tongue. He doesn’t want more nights with a sharp Marinette who refuses to lean on him. He twists the ring on his finger thoughtfully as he searches for the right words. It’s easy to find the right words as Chat Noir, who is made of open declarations of love and purr-fect puns. It’s easy to find the right words as Adrien Agreste, who is fed his lines as certainly as if he were merely an actor for his father’s brand. But when he’s just Adrien, when he’s with Marinette like this, or even with his friends, he finds it hard to know what to say.

“I think I’d wish for the courage to be honest,” he finally says, thinking of how much easier this would be if he could just tell her what he knows.

But those words make her shoulders stiffen, and he hears how they might sound like an accusation when brushed against the kiss she still believes is a secret.

He reaches for her hand, but she pulls away to press the heels of her palms against her eyes. He glances at the sky and, though there are no stars falling yet, wishes for a second chance.

“Marinette,” he says quietly, “if I share a secret with you, will you share one with me?” He wants to ask how he can possibly convince her to lean on him again, but he doesn’t think she’s ready for him to be so direct.

“I don’t have any secrets,” she says, and though it’s a lie, Adrien admires the inadvertent truth of it. He already knows what she is afraid to say, so there really aren’t any secrets for her to share. And because he knows those secrets, he knows that what she means to say is, “I don’t have any secrets that I can share with you.”

“Do you want to know what my secret is, then?” he asks.

She turns back to him, and he can see that the ferocity has worn away. Even though this night isn’t going how he hoped, he’s burned through one layer of her labyrinth. Now she just looks sad, but he doesn’t think sad is right either.

“Is it…” she pauses and swallows. “Is it the kind of secret that we might break up over?”

He thinks about how many ways he could tell her what he wants to say. He tries so desperately to find the right words to assure her, but everything he tries in his head sounds like the words to end everything.

If he tells her that he is Chat Noir, he breaks Ladybug’s trust. If he tells her he knows that she’s kissed Chat Noir or that she’s Ladybug, he’s afraid she’ll deny it, and that’s a lie they won’t recover from. And if he tells her that he’s kissed Ladybug? What would she think of that, knowing that Ladybug certainly hasn’t kissed Adrien?

“I’d like to think,” he says slowly, “that we’d be able to take a little fall without burning up.”

She blinks, taking a moment to process his words. Then she wrinkles her nose and turns his words over the way Ladybug might survey a battlefield to find the right place for her Lucky Charm.

Her sadness burns away to make room for guilt, but he doesn’t think guilt is quite it, either.

“What if I made a mistake?” she asks. “A mistake I can’t take back?”

And he realizes what’s buried under that guilt. Yes, she’s angry and frustrated with herself, yes she’s sad about what might happen because of what she’s done, and of course she’s guilty for breaking an unspoken rule of their relationship, but ultimately she’s afraid. She’s afraid that he won’t forgive her.

“There’s nothing you could do to make me love you less,” he says.

“But I can still hurt you.”

He’s so tired of being cold and so tired of the distance between them. He pulls her against him, even as she squeaks a protest. He squeezes her as if he can pull her warmth into him.

“Loving someone means giving them permission to hurt you,” he says, and hopes that she understands how much he means it. He’s never known love that didn’t come with pain, that didn’t come with disappointment, but he loves anyway. He loves the way he hopes, because if he didn’t, if ever stopped hoping things could be better or stopped loving someone with their faults, he doesn’t know that he’d ever find happiness again.

She sinks into him and buries her face in his shoulder. “What if..” her voice is so soft that he has to turn his head down and press his cheek to hers to hear her. “What if I… kissed someone else?”

And the worry in her voice is so palpable that Adrien can’t help himself. He knows that he would do anything to allay those fears. “I’d find a way to forgive you,” he says.

She takes in a deep breath and goes still.

“Are you wearing cologne?” she asks in a suddenly hollow tone.

Usually, he is, though not necessarily by his choice. Sneaking out for a midnight date meant he didn’t have to worry about what brands he might or might not be representing. “Not at the moment,” he confesses.

She pushes on his chest and he reluctantly lets her go. He wonders if he smells bad. He is wearing deodorant, isn’t he?

She looks up at him and he can’t find any trace of the guilt or fear in her eyes. Something like that fierce determination is back as she says, “What if I kissed Luka?”

His heart stutters suddenly and his stomach drops out of him and into the ground. He swallows, wholly unprepared for how sharply that shot wounds him. “Did you kiss Luka?” he asks.

“Would you forgive me if I did?”

He searches her eyes, searches for a glimpse of the truth, but he can’t tell what she’s thinking.

“I would,” he says, and tries to think of it purely in a hypothetical sense, since that’s all she’s offered it in. “I… I’d like to know why.”

“Because he kissed me,” she says. “And something about it felt familiar, so I kissed him back before I realized what I was doing.”

“Is it…” Adrien struggles to make a coherent thought. She was right—it hurt. “Is kissing Luka something you’d like to do again?”

“That depends. You said if I told you a secret, you’d tell me a secret.”

The wound in his chest still aches, but she’s right. He has to tell her. At least he knows that his secret won’t hurt her as badly as she hurt him. “I kissed Ladybug,” he says.

She hums, considering. “That certainly sounds like something your girlfriend shouldn’t find out about.”

Adrien’s heart jerks again. He searches her face, desperate to know what she’s really feeling, and this time he glimpses a bit of mischief in her eyes. Suddenly her question about his cologne makes sense. She’d uncovered him in the same way he’d uncovered her. It had just taken her a bit longer to discover Adrien’s scent underneath Adrien Agreste’s scent.

“You didn’t kiss Luka.” The relief in his chest leaves his words breathless.

She purses her lips. “No, but you deserved that, after the week I’ve had tearing my hair out about kissing Chat Noir.”

“Okay,” he admits. “Maybe I did. But I still would have forgiven you, even though it hurt.”

She takes his hand in hers, and rubs his cold fingers. He doesn’t have the words to describe how that one small action does more to repair this evening than anything that’s been said between them.

“I believe you,” she says. “I have a question, though, about your kiss with Ladybug.”

He bites down on his tongue, an anxious habit he learned when he was taught to mask his anxiety. “I knew it was you,” he assures her, “but only the moment before I did it. I swear.”

“I only wanted to ask,” she says slowly, eyes still on their hands, “if kissing Ladybug is something you’d like to do again.”

His lips tug back into a very Chat Noir-like grin. “That depends,” he says, “on if my lady is interested in kissing Chat Noir again.”

When she looks up at him, he no longer needs to wonder what she’s feeling. There’s heat in her eyes and she places one hand on the back of his neck.

Later, she’ll confess that his smell is contradictory, and that distinct contradiction is what allowed her to connect the dots. That she’d never understood how Chat Noir could smell so crisp and clean but like worn leather at the same time. That she’d never been able to discern the scent of Adrien’s fresh soap and dry-cleaned clothes beneath the cologne he was forced to advertise.

But tonight, they just kiss. They are warm and burning and as long as they burn together, they won’t burn out.

The stars fall in the constellation Gemini, and though Adrien and Marinette are no longer stargazing, Adrien makes a wish anyway. He makes the wish he came to make: more nights like this. More nights where it’s okay if he says the wrong thing, more nights where he and Marinette can talk through their mistakes, more nights that end in long, warm kisses like this.

#miraculous square dance 2023 #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #ml fanfic #ml #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug remix #adrinette

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