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savsanerd · an hour ago
So I noticed y’all can’t stop with the Adrien Angst™ this week. And I thought, if you can’t beat ‘em join ‘em.
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alrighttevans · 2 hours ago
hey can anyone help me???? I've been looking for hours for this fic but I cant find it
I dont remember the title nor the author, but I remember that it was mostly post reveal pre relationship. there was a scene in which ladybug and chat had some place to attend but they got to the wrong address and spent the afternoon playing with kids. chat plays with the boys, that put him in some kind of slumber and the kids ask ladybug, who is at the tea table with the girls, to give him a true love kiss. she tells chat that he will be a good father.
there's also this other scene that adrien takes marinette to a cat shelter, I think, and they are caring for the cats and a girl that works there teases them asking when's the wedding.
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designnette · 2 hours ago
Chapters: 19/30 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir &; Original Akumatized Character References, Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Tikki Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Earlier Akuma, Paris Citizens (Miraculous Ladybug), Nadja Chamack, Alya Césaire, Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug), Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug) Additional Tags: Ladrien | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng as Ladybug, Ladrien June 2021, Ladrien June, private island, Fluff, Angst, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, ladrien, Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng Fluff, Adrien Agreste/Ladybug Fluff, Chat Noir Adrien Agreste and Ladybug Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pre-Reveal Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire Knows, Miraculous Ladybug Love Square, Miraculous Ladybug Season/Series 04, Gang of Secrets Spoilers if You Haven't Seen It, But It is Out in English, and I'd highly recommend, starlight, Miraculous Ladybug Love Square Fluff, Lucky Charm And Miraculous Ladybugs Cure | Ladybug Miraculous Superpowers, Civilians, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Is Sunshine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Is Sunshine Summary:
How and why do Adrien and Ladybug keep running into each other (sometimes even literally)? Will something finally happen?
A fic for Ladrien June 2021
Each chapter is based on a prompt from Ladrien June (they're all connected)!
Chapter 19 is out (and, as usual, has an... interesting ending)!
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thelibraryloser · 7 hours ago
Romeo and Juliet Act II Scene 2 (The Balcony Scene)
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aalissy · 8 hours ago
Day 19 is now finisheedd!! I hope you guys like it bc I had a lot of fun writing Ladybug recognizing Adrien haha. Lemme know what you think <3
“You know... sometimes you remind me of someone,” Ladybug hummed from her seat on his couch.
Adrien’s glance darted over to her as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. Pausing the TV show they were currently watching, he turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow. “Humor me,” he asked. “Who exactly do I remind you of?”
Her cheeks flushed and she ducked her head down. Waving a hand in the air, she mumbled, “No one. Forget I said anything. It’s silly anyway. I don’t even know why I thought about it.”
He chuckled, his lips quirking up with amusement. “It must have been somewhat important if you thought about it in the middle of our favorite show.”
That brought Ladybug’s head back up as she gave him a playful glare. Instead of responding, though, she simply leaned forward to grab for the remote that he had placed next to his side.
Adrien quickly snatched it up, though, shooting her a playful smirk as he held it away from her. “No way. First I want to know who I remind you of.”
Curiosity was burning away at him. Could it be who he hoped it was? What would he even say if it was his superhero identity? Could he finally reveal himself at long last or would Ladybug actually kill him?
She exhaled a long-suffering sigh, rolling her eyes as she leaned back onto the couch. She huffed once more, giving him one last, desperate look. Adrien didn’t give in, though, and after a few more tense, silent moments Ladybug finally muttered, “It’s Chat Noir, okay. You remind me of my partner.”
Adrien was struck speechless after that. It was his superhero identity. The only thing was now he was torn between what to do. Half of him wanted to reveal that she was correct then and there. Maybe after he revealed, she’d need to reveal too and he could finally figure out the identity of the girl who filled his dreams every night. Of course, the other half of him wanted to immediately turn tail and run out of the room. Ladybug emphasized secrecy for a reason. If Adrien revealed himself now, he would certainly be in trouble.
The remote fell from his hand and he blinked down at it in confusion. Ladybug shifted awkwardly and then darted her gaze away from his. “I-I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know why that popped into my head. It was probably the puns. O-or the fact that you voiced Chat in the movie.”
She trailed off, fidgeting with her hands as she brought her gaze back, peering at him rather anxiously. Adrien gave her a small grin, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. “It’s fine. I get that a lot actually. I think the resemblance is rather uncanny, too.”
“God, you are just so... so... Chat-like,” Ladybug said, a smile stretched wide across her face as she shook her head slowly. “Especially when you make comments like that. It’s crazy how similar you two are.”
Adrien chuckled, barely able to contain the smirk that threatened to reveal that she was getting dangerously close to the truth. Shrugging, he said, “I try, but I can only hope to one day match the original purrfection that is Chat Noir.”
Her eyes widened and he couldn’t stop the wince that he made. Was the pun too close? Had she figured it out? In the next second, though, Ladybug burst into a fit of giggles. He couldn’t help but to join her, falling against her side as he dissolved into a burst of laughter himself. 
This whole conversation made Adrien wonder if he’d ever said anything similar to Ladybug. After all, if she made comments comparing the two of them perhaps he had made his own comments. Perhaps, even though Ladybug may not know it herself, maybe her subconscious recognized him. And if her subconscious could recognize him, maybe he could recognize her. Either way, he was getting too close to something he probably shouldn’t. Pushing himself up and off of her side, Adrien wiped the tears of amusement from his eyes. Ladybug’s sapphire eyes then connected with his, sparkling up at him as she gave him a shy grin. Clenching his fists slightly, he fought the urge to tug her into his arms. Sometimes she was just so beautiful. Already, Adrien was missing the warmth of her side pressed against his.
Ladybug giggled one last time before she sat up, sucking in a deep breath. “Sorry, but sometimes I forget that your puns can be just as awful as his.”
“Hey!” Adrien said offendedly. “My puns are amazing and so are Chat Noir’s!”
She shook her head before poking him in the chest with a small smirk dancing across her lips. “Don’t you mean that your puns are purrfect?”
He gasped, unable to stop himself from taking her hand in his and squeezing it lightly. “My dear Ladybug... did I just hear you pun?”
Her smirk turned even more smug as she said, “I have been known to purrtake in a few.”
Adrien snorted, this time allowing himself to tug her into a hug. Ladybug tensed once, briefly, and he worried that he had pushed his luck but she soon relaxed into his embrace. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, he buried his nose in her hair, enjoying these few precious moments that they could spend together.
“I don’t want to go,” Ladybug muttered almost inaudibly.
Practically choking at that admission, he spoke quickly, “You don’t have to go.”
She giggled once, shaking her head before she pushed herself out of his embrace. His arms longed to pull her back but he stopped when he saw her blue eyes staring at him seriously. Ladybug tapped her earrings with a brief nod. “Yes, I do. My kwami, Tikki, is probably hungry.”
She stood up and Adrien followed her over to his window. They both paused right before she left and he rubbed the back of his neck, shifting on his feet. “Thanks for coming, Ladybug... even if we didn’t get to finish the new episode of our show.”
She gave him a small grin, reaching out to squeeze his arm once. “I guess I’ll just need to come back so we can finish it.”
That was the last thing that Ladybug said to him before she swung out of the room, taking his heart along with her. Adrien sighed as he watched her go, already awaiting his next chance to see her.
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miraculousfanworks · 14 hours ago
It was Always You
It was always you by plikki
Marinette finds out that Adrien keeps a very incriminating photo of her and Chat Noir. What he thinks about said photo tells her more than she expects to find out about him.
Words: 1012, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Additional Tags: Identity Reveal, Fluff
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imthepunchlord · 19 hours ago
LfM Ch 19: A Miraculous Gift
These heroes came and went, some have yet to return. 
And with something unknown masquerading as Marinette and offering him an animal themed jewelry piece… 
Jean took it, curiosity bright in his eyes. "I get to shapeshift?!" Oh the hilarious possibilities of this.
"Marinette" had taken out a cookie and quickly clarified, "Try master illusionist." She shoved the whole cookie into her mouth and her form broke apart into orange smoke, revealing a tiny, floating fox-like creature, chewing away at the cookie. With a big swallow, the fox beamed and continued.
"I am Trixx, and I offer you the power Mirage. You make one illusion, but it will be realistic and strong. Though how elaborate it is will depend on you."
Jean grinned as he slipped on the necklace, an idea already forming in his mind. "This will be fun," he decided, feeling giddy. What better way to secure his friend's safety than giving the akuma what she wants?
"Showtime starts the transformation. Breaktime will end it."
"Trixx! It's showtime!"
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ct-multifandom · 20 hours ago
Miraculous Kakegurui AU
I came up with this randomly and I’m surprised at how well it fits. This is a “casting” AU that follows the plot of Kakegurui, so beware of spoilers. The events mirror the anime very closely, but the characters are more true to MLB. I won’t explain the games for time’s sake, but they’re all the same. I have to say, I’m a sucker for “everyone’s just a tad crazy, evil, and badass” AUs. This isn’t a fic so much as a summary of what happens. Look forward to every major character getting their moment of spotlight in future episodes!
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amiraculousplatypus · 21 hours ago
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, just a smidge, can be read as platonic or romantic i guess, LadyNoir - Freeform, pre reveal, Pre-Relationship, It's like hopeful angst so..., No beta we die like emelie shoulda
1017 Words
Ladybug and Chat Noir discuss their perspectives.
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miraculousfanworks · a day ago
You Know Me
you know me by Speckleflower
nathalie sancoeur is mayura this comes as quite the shock to chat noir aka: we live for nathalie/adrien content
Words: 918, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Nathalie Sancoeur, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Nathalie Sancoeur
Additional Tags: Nathalie Sancoeur Knows, Sad Nathalie Sancoeur, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Needs a Hug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Identity Reveal, Peacock Nathalie Sancoeur | Mayura, adrien & nathalie iconic duo, listen there was gonna be gabenath but it got too long
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ao3feed-ladynoir · a day ago
Unmasked by MidnightSkydancer
While fighting an akuma Chat Noir notices Ladybug seems out of sorts. It's only when she passes out in his arms with her transformation about to run out does he realize they have a big problem.
Words: 1885, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Tikki
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, ladynoir, marichat, Kinda
Additional Tags: Covid Fic, written before vaccines were available to the public, pandemic fic, started writing it...had a breakdown...bon appetite!, no beta we die like men, Identity Reveal
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ao3feed-ladynoir · a day ago
You and Me Against the Fashion World
You and Me Against the Fashion World by ghostlyhamburger
Marinette fills in at a photoshoot and gets more than she bargained for.
Words: 4967, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Tikki, Alya Césaire, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Additional Tags: Old Fic, cuteness, Modeling, Identity Reveal
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calico-and-lace · a day ago
(no i ain’t happy yet, but i'm) way less sad
Marinette isn't sure she can keep going, but some advice from her mother might help her get through.
Song is AJR's Way Less Sad.
Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey (oh-oh-oh), hey-hey-hey
“Alya, I don’t think I can do this anymore,” Marinette sniffled, squishing her face into her pillow.
“Mari, you know I can’t understand you when you mumble girl.”
Marinette huffed and sat up, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” she whispered to her only companion. The dark-haired girl pressed harder on her eyes, watching as the inside of her eyelids lit up with spirals of color.
“Whoa whoa, M, c’mon, it’s not that-”
“It is that bad, Alya!” The girl cried, her voice catching. “I’m behind on all my homework, the akumas are getting stronger, and I can’t do anything I used to enjoy! I don’t even have time to sew a headband and I haven’t designed anything in months and I’m failing at being class president and I’m never happy and-”
“Marinette!” Alya gripped at her friend’s wrists, forcing her to look her in the eyes and stop spiraling. “Breathe.” Marinette took in several slow, shuddering breaths in time with Alya’s exaggerated breathing. “Okay. Step one is to stay calm. Step two is to dissect the situation. What can we do?” Marinette nodded slowly, eyes darting around the room as she tried to think.
“Girls! It’s time for dinner!” Sabine’s voice carried up through the trap door, causing the girls to lock eyes again.
“Okay, Mari, listen to me. We will figure this out. You’re not alone. You’ve got me, you’ve got Chat Noir. We will tackle this together, girl,” she promised, smoothing one hand over Marinette’s frazzled hair. “I’ll be over tomorrow night, and we’ll make a list.”
“Alright,” Marinette swallowed, nodding. “Tomorrow.”
“Survive until then. You can do this.”
Despite Alya’s insistence, Marinette couldn’t help the lingering thought.
Can I?
I should move 'cause New York is gettin' muddy out
There's L.A. but it's always kinda sunny out
And I don't wanna hurt no more
So I set my bar real low
“Thanks for having me, Mr. Dupain and Mrs. Cheng!” Alya said as she gathered her things.
“Of course, Alya. It’s been a while since you were over for dinner, we were starting to think something had happened!” The giant man laughed, unaware of how close to home he was hitting. Both the girls laughed along, though it sounded strained even to their ears.
“Dear, why don’t you walk Alya downstairs? Marinette and I will get started on the cleaning up,” Sabine stepped onto her tiptoes to kiss her husband’s cheek. As the door shut behind her best friend and her father, Marinette began filling the sink with hot water.
“Mom?” She asked, staring intently at the bubbles growing in the sink as she poured in the dish soap.
“Yes, darling?”
“I- uhm, well I-”
“Take your time, Marinette,” her mother grinned as she continued putting leftovers in tupperware. At the stretch of silence that followed, her grin fell slightly. “Marinette? Is something wrong?”
It was the gentle tone of her mother’s voice that did her in.
“No! No, nothing is okay and I’m so overwhelmed and school is horrible and I feel like I can never rest and everything I do is wrong and-” She began spewing the words, tears springing into her eyes as her mother engulfed her in a hug. Despite her smaller size, Sabine’s hugs were always strong and comforting. Marinette sniffled as she dropped the dishrag in her hands to hug back.
“Oh, Marinette, it’s okay darling, take a deep breath,” her mother hummed softly, swaying them back and forth in a soothing motion, like standing on a boat that’s anchored in gentle waters.
“I just wanna be happy again,” she hiccuped as Sabine rubbed her back gently.
“Don’t be silly darling. You don’t want to be happy, you want to be joyful,” The older woman said, pulling back slightly from the hug to wipe the tears from her daughter’s eyes.
“There’s a difference?”
“Of course,” she smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Marinette’s ear. “Happiness is fleeting. Joy is long-lasting. Happiness is what you feel when you eat a good meal, or you watch your daughter take her first steps,” Marinette cracked a small smile at that. “But joy, my darling, joy is when you can look at your life, average as it might be, and be content. When you can find happiness even when nothing is happening. When every day is the same, or bad things happen, but you can still smile? That’s joy.” The girl’s smile dropped at her mother’s explanation.
“How can I be joyful if I’m not even happy?”
“Oh,” her mother breathed the word out, long and slow. “Oh, my dear,” she tugged Marinette back in for another hug, her hand cradling the back of her head. They were still and silent for a long time, Mari hanging onto her mother like she would fly away if she loosened her grip even just a bit.
“Well, Marinette, happiness comes first in this case.”
“It does?”
“Yes,” Sabine smiled as she once again released her daughter, holding her by the shoulders to keep her close. “You have to find joy in the little things.”
“What if-” Marinette cut herself off with a sniffle, nodding her thanks as Sabine handed her a tissue. “What if I can’t find any little things that make me happy?”
“Then you have to create them.”
“I’m trying to design mom, but I don’t have much time and-”
“Marinette,” Sabine interrupted, placing her hands on her hips. “I’m not saying you have to create things, you just have to create happy.”
“Create … happy?” Her mom nodded. “How?”
“Well, the first step is to set a low bar. It’s hard to be joyful when you can’t find happiness in small things. How do fresh chocolate chip cookies sound?” Marinette nodded.
By the time the first batch was out of the oven, she felt a little better.
Not happy, not by a long shot.
But better.
I'm a-okay, I'm a-okay (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
You say it but you just don't mean it
You're so insane, you're so insane (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Shut up and just enjoy this feelin'
“Hey, Marinette!” Alya called out the next day at school, waving Marinette down in the courtyard. “Girl, hey, you ready to make that list tonight? Because I’ve got some ideas and-”
“I have a different plan,” Marinette blurted out.
“...You did?” Her best friend blinked at her. “Can I see it?”
“Actually,” Marinette felt some nerves flare up in her stomach, “do you mind if I keep it? For just a bit?” Alya raised an eyebrow at her, but Marinette didn’t elaborate.
“If you can handle it, sure. But if you’re keeping it a secret because you don’t want to impose on me or something stupid-”
“No no no!” Marinette waved her hands dramatically, shaking her head. “I swear it’s not because of that. I just- Mom gave me some advice last night, and I- I want to try it out before I try anything else.”
Alya looked her up and down and then nodded.
“Alright. Let’s get to class; Max said there’s a pop quiz in chemistry and I want to look over my notes before the bell rings.”
Marinette sighed and followed her towards the school doors.
Happiness in the Small Things.
Alya is a pretty Big Thing.
But I’m still happy I have her.
Don't you love it, don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet
But I'm way less sad
Marinette sighed as she sat down at the picnic table. The weather was startlingly nice for the time of year, and Marinette made an appreciative noise as a cool breeze blew across her face.
“‘Sup, ‘Nette?”
“Nino,” she acknowledged, “Adrien. How are you?” She couldn’t bring herself to stammer in front of the blond, her mental state blocking the receptors in her brain that typically go haywire when she sees his face. Or hears his name, or smells his cologne, or-
Focus, Marinette.
“I’m good! I like the weather we’re having,” Adrien smiled at her, and she returned it easily as Alya slid onto the bench next to her. Nino snorted.
“Dude, really? Lamest sentence ever,” he teased Adrien, reaching over to ruffle the other boy’s hair.
“What? The sun is out, it’s kinda warm, there’s a breeze- it’s perfect!” He exclaimed as he tried to finger comb his locks back into place.
“Yeah, but the way you phrased it was like a line from a book about how to talk to your friends, Sunshine,” Alya grinned, nudging Marinette with her shoulders. She shot her friend a look, ignoring the questioning expression on her face. So she wasn’t a stuttering mess in front of Adrien, so what? Big deal.
“No, no way, having a book like that would be … really weird,” Adrien laughed, but Marinette felt like it was a little forced.
Wait, did he actually have a book on-
“Well, I agree with Adrien,” Marinette huffed. “The weather is lovely, and the sun is shining!” And she was sitting with three friends that cared about her.
“Yeah yeah, well you and Adrien can laze about in the sun later. For now, I wanna talk about hearing the new Jagged Stone album early, assuming Marinette has received-”
“Yes, Nino,” she sighed in fake exasperation, fighting the smile off her face. “I’ve received the demo. But I haven’t even listened yet, and the cover art preliminary isn’t due for another month-”
“So? You know I gotta hear those beats, ‘Nette,” he implored, clasping his hands in front of his face and giving her his best puppy eyes. They’re not as good as the moonlight kitty eyes she was used to.
“No can do, Nino. You know that I can’t share with anyone.”
“Not even your best friend?” He begged.
“First of all, Alya is my best friend,” Marinette deadpanned, eliciting a whine from Nino and a high five from the girl seated beside her. “Second of all, my NDA doesn’t care about friendship.”
“Does that mean you’re gonna share it with Alya?” Adrien asked curiously.
“Well-” Marinette started to say, causing Nino to gasp dramatically.
“Mari! I’ve known you longer!”
Marinette smiled as Alya and Nino began to argue playfully about their placement on the “Marinette’s Friends” list, Adrien butting in periodically to make his case.
She wasn’t happy, not yet.
But the sun was shining, and her friends were laughing.
It wasn’t all bad.
Don't you love it, don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet
But I'm way less sad
Hеy-hey-hey, hey-hеy-hey, hey-hey-hey
But I'm way less sad
Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey (oh-oh-oh), hey-hey-hey
But I'm way less sad
Her partner landed on the Eiffel Tower with a thump, the orange sunset reflecting off his leather suit. “M’lady, I didn’t think I’d see you for patrol today,” Chat Noir said brightly.
“Hey kitty. I’ve been busy, I know,” she hummed as she leaned back on her hands, swinging her legs over the edge of the beam she sat on. “I thought it might do me good. Fresh air and all that. Hope I didn’t mess up your patrol plan.”
“Well, you know I’ll never turn down a chance to spend time with my bugaboo!” He grinned, leaning into her personal space.
“Ugh, that nickname makes me think this was a mistake,” she huffed, pushing him back with a finger on his nose.
“My lady!” He gasped, acting as if she had mortally wounded him. “You don’t love my nicknames?”
“Not that one, you alley cat,” she said, gazing out at the horizon. As the silence stretched on, Chat sat next to her and leaned his cheek on the top of her head, seeming to realize that a moment was happening. She appreciated his ability to pick up on her cues.
Another thing to be happy about.
“Are you happy, Chaton?”
“Better yet, are you joyful?”
“What do you mean?” He asked, mask lopsidedly stretching upwards. She could imagine him raising an eyebrow, and it made her smile.
“Nothing, kitty cat,” she said as she reached over to ruffle his hair. “Last one to the top of the tower is Hawk Moth!” She shouted as she sprung up, casting her yoyo up through the beams and reeling herself up.
“Hey, no fair!” He shouted from below her. She could hear the sound of his baton extending. “You got a head start, that’s cheating!”
She wasn’t happy.
Not yet.
But standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower, watching the sun set over her city - and it was her city, their city - there was a small sense of peace.
Not enough.
But something.
I wake up and I'm not so mad at Twitter now
Livin' sucks but it's suckin' just a little now
And I don't wanna cry no more
So I set my bar real low
Art club was exuberant today, music blasting from a speaker one of the other club members had brought in. Marinette nodded her head to the beat as she worked, painting instead of sketching today.
“Hey, Mari, think fast!” Marc shouted.
Marinette turned quickly, just fast enough to catch a wet paint brush to the chest.
Thank God for art smocks.
“Marc!” She snapped, glaring at the other boy.
“Oooooo, Marc, you’re screwed,” Alya laughed behind her hand, backing away from the staring contest happening between the two students.
“Marc,” she said, her voice much gentler than before. “Can I have a hug?” She asked the question with boundless innocence and a predatory smile.
“Mari, wait, I’m sorry-” Marc pleaded, backing away.
“Awe, c’mon Marc, let Mari give you a hug,” Nathaniel said from across the room, not glancing up from his sketchbook.
“Nathaniel! You’re not even going to help me? Mari, wait, don’t-”
Marinette grinned as she wrapped Marc up in a huge hug, breaking into giggles when he hugged her back despite his words.
“You’re such a good hugger, Mari, I can’t resist!” He cried out melodramatically, slightly raising her up off the floor.
“You brought this upon yourself!” She howled playfully as they pulled away from each other, revealing matching Rorschach tests on their art smocks.
“You two are ridiculous,” Alix muttered from her art station.
She wasn’t happy, not yet.
But standing there, covered with paint and laughing with her friends, there was something akin to happiness.
I'm a-okay, I'm a-okay (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
You say it but you just don't mean it
You're so insane, you're so insane (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Shut up and just enjoy this feelin'
Maman and Papa packed a slice of cheesecake for me today
Kim and Alix had a race and I won
I had enough energy to clean my room
It had become a habit, she realized one day as stared down at the bold writing in dark ink.
It started with noting what she was happy about in her head, which turned into writing it down at the end of the day. Then she started carrying around post-it notes and jotting down the happy as the day went on.
Then she realized she was accumulating a lot of paper with happy thoughts.
“Purrincess, how are you today?” Came the voice of her partner from the skylight.
“I’m okay, Chat, how are-”
“Are you sure?” He interrupted her greeting, forcing her to look up from the fabric she was sorting. A trip to the fabric store had yielded many happy things - bolts of beautiful fabric, rows and rows of color sorted beads that were soothing to put her hands in, a pair of new sewing scissors since her old pair was too dull-
“Why do you ask?” She said when she realized the silence had been dragging on too long.
“It’s just- you give me the same answer all the time. You always say you’re okay, but I don’t think you mean it, Marinette,” he explained as he sat down on her chaise, his tail whipping agitatedly behind him.
Her heart ached a little just looking at him. Her kitty, concerned for her, in and out of the mask. His weekly visits had become routine for them, but he had never said something like this.
“I was lying to you Chat,” his head shot up to look at her, “before.”
“Before?” He inquired. “And this time?”
“I am okay,” she smiled, running her hands over the silky bolt of fabric in her lap. “I’m not great. I’m not even good. But I’m okay.”
“What can I do to make you feel great?” He asked, leaping to his feet. “I can go grab ice cream? Oh! Or we could go to the Eiffel Tower? Views like you’ve never seen before, Princess, I can promise you that-”
“Chat!” She interrupted him this time, waving her hands. “There’s nothing you can do.” She backtracked quickly when his face fell. “W-wait, no, I mean- Chat, I mean that none of those things are gonna make me feel great. It’s very sweet of you, and I appreciate it, but being okay is leagues better than how I felt a couple weeks ago. I feel okay feeling okay,” she explained, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
“I’m not happy,” she smiled. “But I’m way less sad.”
Don't you love it, don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet
But I'm way less sad
Don't you love it, don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet (happy yet)
But I'm way less sad
“Luka!” She waved excitedly from across the street as she spotted the boy.
“Marinette!” He glanced both ways across the intersection before biking over to her. “How are you?”
“I’m okay,” she breathed as she wrapped him in a hug, using one hand on the handlebars to steady the bike. “Thanks for meeting me.”
“Of course, your text had me really worried,” he said as he offered her a pink bike helmet. “You wanna go sit in the park?”
“Yeah,” she smiled, clicking the straps on the helmet into place. Two hands around his waist, she hummed softly to herself as he took off in the direction of the park. When they sat on a park bench, Marinette turned to him, wringing her hands in her lap nervously.
“Mari? What’s wrong?”
“Luka …” she paused as he covered her hand with his, the soothing gesture calming her.
“You can tell me anything, Marinette,” he said.
I wish.
“I- I can’t. There are things I can’t tell you. There are secrets in my life that mean I’m going to ditch dates, or be late to class, or disappoint you or my parents or-”
“Marinette,” he interrupted gently.
“Right,” she nodded to herself. “The point, Luka, is that I really like you. I still like Adrien. That’s confusing, to like the two of you at the same time. I don’t know what to do about it. But I do know that I want to be honest with you. And, speaking honestly, I have secrets. Secrets I might never be able to tell you.” She lifted her gaze from her lap, meeting his eyes.
“Luka, I can promise you that I’m not cheating on you when I run from our dates. I’ll stop telling you lies about where I’m going, if you don’t ask. One day I’ll be able to explain everything, and you’ll understand, I know you will, but I need you to trust me until then. And I know that’s impossible to ask of you, but I just wanted to clear the air so maybe we can be friends and-”
“Marinette,” he hummed, smiling at her. “Thank you. For telling me as much of the truth as you can. I can’t say I like this answer,” she held her breath, “and I can’t say I understand. But I appreciate it. I still really like you, and I want you to be happy.”
“I … I want to be joyful,” she whispered, drowning in his deep blue gaze.
He smiled, and it was blinding.
“Joyful it is, then.”
I may wrong, I may be wrong
It's stupid but it's all I have
Don't you love it, don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet
But I'm way less sad
She ended up taping the sheets of happy onto her walls. They replaced the photos of Adrien, the ones cut from magazines, the ones he was forced to smile in.
Shots of her friends still covered her cork board, accompanied by slips of paper, proof of her happiness.
Alya’s picture - my friend, who knows everything, and loves me anyway.
Nino - the best music mix for everything.
Luka - the kindest person I know, who listens and tries to understand, trusting with blind faith.
Rose, Juleka, Mylene, Ivan, Nathaniel, Marc - everyone had slips of paper next to their pictures.
Except Adrien.
She couldn’t think of anything from the past several months that made her happy - did she even know him at all? Were they even friends?
Well, I can't fall asleep and I'm losin' my mind
'Cause it's half-past three and my brain's on fire
I've been countin' sheep but the sheep all died
And I'm tryin' too hard but I can't not try
The thought kept her up, forcing her to toss and turn in bed as the moonlight filtered in through her skylight.
She kept analyzing his expression, the angle of his lips. Was he sad? Was it a trick of the light or her mind? He hadn’t looked that bad on Friday.
Did he?
His expression still haunted her the next morning. When Marinette saw Adrien milling about the courtyard before class started, she thrust a box of pastries at him. “Eat before you make me cry,” she instructed before blushing at her own forwardness.
“Uhhh, Mari-” He tried to interrupt, gently pushing the box towards her.
“No talking. Eat. Now, please,” she demanded, popping the top off the box. “You like croissants right? And croquembouche?”
“Well yeah, but-” Marinette huffed, snatching a croissant from the box and shoving it in his mouth.
And then promptly flushing all shades of red at once.
“Okay class I go- you class- bakery see class- bye!” She finally shouted, sprinting away empty handed.
Well, that could have gone better.
When Adrien entered the classroom with the box still in his hands and a huge smile on his face, she couldn’t find it in herself to be embarrassed anymore.
Well, I can't fall asleep and I'm losin' my mind
'Cause it's half-past three and my brain's on fire (brain's on fire)
I've been countin' sheep but the sheep all died
And I'm not dead yet, so I guess I'll be alright
The days went on. Collège turned into lycée, and Ladybug and Chat Noir kept fighting akumas. Alya gave her the homework answers when she was up late battling, and she began bringing a box of day-old pastries to share. In return, Alya and Nino brought lunch, and Adrien brought whatever he could sneak. First it was milk, which was quickly vetoed after it congealed in his locker. He resorted to juice soon after, allowing Marinette to stick the individual servings in her lunch box next to an ice pack.
Don't you love it, don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet (happy yet)
But I'm way less sad
Don't you love it, don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet
But I'm way less sad
Marinette’s walls became covered with pages upon pages of happy. Her mother smiled when she saw them.
I may be wrong (I may be wrong)
I may be wrong (I may be wrong)
It's stupid but it's all I have
Years later, when the walls of her room above the bakery became the walls of her design studio, Marinette smiled at her daughter taking her first steps towards her husband, and thought of her mother’s words from long before.
Don't you love it, don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet
“I love you,” she said. To him, to their daughter, to pages on the walls, their home and their city.
But I'm way less sad
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
“Joyful?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Joyful.”
Thank you to my two beta’s for this piece, Annie and Ana! If you want to chat with me about this fic feel free to message me here, and if you want to talk with more people love the show, be sure to join the @miraculousfanworks​ discord!
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thesquipproject · a day ago
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post reveal adrienette laser tag
i was thinking about how terribly unfair it is that i cannot go on laser tag dates. yes yes yes because covid but also: the lack of suitors
anyways if you wanted to know what happens after return to base, this would be it
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ao3feed-ladynoir · a day ago
Results of Letting Adrien Drink
Results of letting Adrien drink by LadyNoir Adrinett
Marinette, Alya, Nino, and Adrien just being irresponsible teens and drinking alcohol to celebrate moving on to the twelfth grade. One thing thats definitely learned is that Adrien probably shouldn't drink more than a cup…
Words: 2738, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Nino Lahiffe
Additional Tags: Drunk Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng Fluff, Hot Mess Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Has a Crush on Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Drunken Shenanigans, Drunken Confessions, Drunken Flirting, Adrien is a lightweight, Minor Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Underage Drinking, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Identity Reveal
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peachcitt · a day ago
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chapter 18 of double dare is out!! today’s @ladrienjune prompt was: candlelight
you can read it here
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aalissy · a day ago
Day 18 is finisheeddd and it includes Ladrien kisses which are my fave haha!! Lemme know what you guys think! I’m going to see a movie later tonight so I’m also very excited hehe
Adrien hummed, stepping back after he had lit the last candle in his room. Proudly, he surveyed his efforts over the past hour. Flickering candlelight lit up every square inch of his bedroom, making it look both dreamy and romantic. It was very reminiscent of the time he had brought both Marinette and Ladybug to his private spot as Chat Noir. This time would be different, though. Because this time he would be able to kiss and hold Ladybug in his arms. 
Some time ago, they had begun a secret relationship after he had unwittingly spat out his feelings to her after being struck by an akuma. After Ladybug had won the battle, she had shyly dropped him off at home. Adrien could still hear her flustered confession perfectly in his memory even after all this time. It had been one of the happiest days of his life, especially when they shared a few kisses after agreeing to start a relationship.
“Will you quit spacing out?” Plagg’s nasally voice interrupted his daydreams, causing Adrien to shake his head rapidly to snap out of it. “Your lady love is going to be here soon and I still need my cheese.”
“Shush, Plagg! If Ladybug catches you here we’ll both be in serious trouble!” He glared at his kwami, crossing his arms across his chest. Plagg simply stared back at him nonplussed, his tail swishing out behind him lazily. Adrien sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face, giving up as he tossed a piece of camembert to his kwami. Plagg immediately brightened, scarfing down the cheese before floating over to one of his usual hiding places.
It was just in time, too, because the next thing he heard was a gasp. His gaze snapped over to the window where he saw Ladybug, her eyes darting around the room as she looked at all of the candles. One of her hands shakily came up to cover her mouth as she blinked over at him. “Did you do this all for me?” she asked, her words brimming with emotion as she gazed at him adoringly.
Adrien flushed before rushing over to take her hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Of course I did! You mean the entire world to me, Ladybug. You’re worth this and more. Besides, this is only a candle of the love I hold for you.”
Her eyes narrowed at the pun, her hand coming down from her mouth to slap his shoulder lightly. “You didn’t need to do all of this, Adrien. Seriously, this must have taken you ages to set up. I don’t need this to know how much you love me.”
“But I wanted to do it!” Adrien bounced eagerly on his toes, shooting her a beaming grin. “And you do like it, right?”
Her sapphire eyes softened as Ladybug nodded her head. She caressed his face, causing him to lean into her palm. Quietly, she murmured, “Of course I do, Adrien. I just wish you wouldn’t strain yourself over something as simple as date night.”
“Eh,” he waved her off, taking a step back as he sat down on the couch, patting the spot next to him. “Just consider this my reparations for not being able to see you every day or take you out to fancy restaurants.”
Ladybug turned a dark shade of red as an unreadable expression flashed across her face. It was gone in the next second as she released a long-suffering sigh before scooting into the spot next to him. Shaking her head, she then pointed a finger at him, “I’ll let it slide this time, Agreste. But next date is my turn, so prepare to be swept off your feet.”
Adrien’s heart melted and he slowly pushed her finger aside, taking her hand in his as he squeezed it again. “You always sweep me off my feet,” he murmured.
Ladybug’s cheeks flushed again before she giggled quietly. “You’re too charming for your own good, Adrien.”
“I know. I’m the perfect package.”
That got a good snort out of Ladybug and he beamed with pride as she dissolved into a fit of chuckles. Her laughter was his favorite sound in the world. When she finally calmed down, she leaned forward, tapping his nose with a small smirk. “And an ego to boot.”
Instead of responding, Adrien simply tugged her towards him, pressing their lips together. Ladybug squeaked once before she melted into his arms, kissing him back just as passionately. Quickly, his hands reached up and tugged her ponytails out, letting his fingers roam through her beautiful, dark locks.
Ladybug ran her own fingers through her hair with a small pout when they eventually parted for air. “Must you take my pigtails out every time? I swear, my hair must look awful every time I leave.”
“No,” Adrien spoke softly, leaning forward to take one of her hands out of her hair, intertwining their fingers. “It looks beautiful. You should leave it down more often.”
Ladybug squeezed his hand back, staring at him adoringly. “How did I get so lucky? I swear I must have the sweetest boyfriend in the world.”
“You should be asking how I got so lucky,” he laughed. “Because I know I have the sweetest girlfriend in the world.”
“Flatterer.” She stuck her tongue out at him before tugging him towards her, bringing him back into another perfect kiss. Adrien’s tongue swept out, enjoying the sweet taste of her cherry lip gloss. 
This was his new favorite memory. If he ever got akumatized by Hawkmoth he would just need to remember this and he’d be able to shake off any negative emotions. Being able to simply hold and kiss the love of his life after so many years was absolutely worth the wait. Especially now that he could finally treat her the way he had been dreaming of since he was a young kid. 
Adrien would always love her and nothing, not even Hawkmoth could ever tear them apart. He would make absolute certainty of it. She was much too important to him for him to ever even consider the idea of her leaving. He only hoped she felt the same way about him.
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verfound · a day ago
FIClet: Vibe Check: Still Vibin' (MLB/Dingo File/Lukanette)
Notes: …this wasn’t supposed to happen, but then Quick & Min said something and here we are. Another "wrote & edited in about an hour" ficlet. 😂 Now with 100% more Lukanette!
“Vibe Check”
A Continuation: Still Vibin’
A few years later, same crew, same boat, one new addition…
“…you’re grumpy today,” Luka observed, smiling when all Marinette could do was scowl at him. The smile grew maybe a bit more when she tore the page she’d been working on for the better part of twenty minutes out of her sketchbook, crumpled it up, and chucked it at his head. He caught the paper easily, which only made her scowl deepen. She huffed out a little breath and bent back over her sketchbook, steadfastly ignoring him.
Across the deck, Dingo caught his eye from where he was sitting behind the drum set they kept on stage. He’d been goofing off with Ivan, showing the younger drummer something he’d been working on in class, and only half-paying attention to them, but he had caught that latest interaction. A truly demonic smirk curled his lips as he bent his head forward, the pineapple-shaped shades Rose had found him as a gag gift slipping down his nose so gleaming eyes could lock on his friend.
Do it, Lu, those eyes seemed to say. You know you want to.
Because Marinette had been in a Mood all day.
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