#miraculous penpals
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Both concepts (Littlebug and Chaton meet ninja turtles) sound really cool, so either option sounds good. :)
Then let's do Overlord/Light Lord/Doll Army!
For the lulz...
(During the class trip to New York...)
Alya: I'm finally gonna see my penpal!
Marinette: Penpal?
Alya: Yeah! It was part of a project back at my old school before I moved to Paris. I became penpals with a girl in New York named April O'neal. And guess what? She's into comics, heroes, and journalism! Just like me!
Marinette: That sounds really cool!
Alya: I'm gonna meet her at the park during our break and we're gonna chat for a bit over lunch!
Marinette: Just make sure to be careful. New York is weird.
Alya: Pfft! Hardly. Sure, she's written about some crazy stuff, but there's no way any of it is true.
Marinette: Like what?
Alya: Like mutants and yokai and papermen and aliens and "mystic" stuff. I mean really! What are the odds of something like that happening in New York?
Marinette: The same as Miraculous and akumas and sentimonsters and "magic" stuff in Paris?
Alya: …
Marinette: …
Alya: …I'm gonna take the Dolls for protection.
Marinette: Your protection or theirs?
Alya: Gotta go! (Grabs bag with Chaton and Littlebug)
Littlebug and Chaton: (Are startled by the sudden movement but let themselves be taken along for a ride)
(At the park, April and Alya meet up)
Alya: Are you April?
April: Alya?
Alya: Oh my gosh! It's awesome to finally meet you!
April: Same!
(The two are chatting. Unbeknownst to them, Littlebug and Chaton have gotten bored in Alya's bag and have snuck out to play.)
April: (Looking at Alya's phone) So this is the Ladyblog?
Alya: Yep! My pride and joy!
April: (Looking over the blog and the posts) And this is all for real? The superheroes and monsters and everything?
Alya: I kid you not. Sometimes I wonder how Paris is still standing…
Chaton: (Finds a carousel and climbs on it)
Littlebug: (Spins the carousel)
Chaton: (Spinning around on the carousel)
Littlebug: (Jumps on)
Alya: Speaking of things you can't believe…were you joking about that stuff you wrote about?
April: What stuff?
Alya: Like…with the mutants? And the demon armor? I mean, I told my friend about it and she freaked out a bit because yeah, things get crazy in Paris, so I want to reassure her it's not real so she doesn't have to worry.
April: …
Alya: …she doesn't have to worry, right?
April: …
Alya: Right?
(Meanwhile, Chaton falls off the carousel, his eyes spinny. Littlebug hops off the carousel and helps the dizzy Chaton to the girls and into one of the bags to rest.)
April: Well, would you look at the time! Gotta go!
Alya: Wait! I need answers!
April: (Grabs her bag and leaves)
Alya: (Huffs) I'm gonna get that scoop sooner or later!
(Alya lifts her bag….then pauses once she notices the weight.)
Alya: (Opens the bag to see no dolls) ….uh oh.
(At the Lair…)
April: Hey, guys! (Sets bag down)
Mikey: Hey, April! What happened?
April: Nothing much. I finally met my penpal today.
Mikey: Ooooo! What's she like?
April: Nice girl…a bit brash though. She's running a blog in Paris that's all about the crazy stuff going on there.
Leo: Mutant crazy or New Jersey crazy?
April: All this stuff about "Miraculous" and monsters and magic. (Pulls up Ladyblog on her phone and shows it to the boys) And a cult apparently?
Leo: Like the Foot?
April: I dunno. Cuter, I guess?
Leo: (Reading) "Join the Light Lord Marinette's followers and get your own doll?" I don't see the appeal.
(Unbeknownst to the assembled group, the dolls have gotten bored and jump out of the bag to explore. Chaton wanders off.)
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(Meanwhile...)
(Raph has been minding his own business and just finished doing some training so he was putting the equipment away. All that was left were the weights.)
Raph: (Picks up the weights one at a time to put back on the stand)
(A small weight is lifted up to Raph by little hands.)
Raph: Thank you! (Takes the weight and puts it on the stand)
(Pause)
Raph: …wait. (Spins back to see Chaton)
Chaton: (Lifting another small weight, trying to be helpful because Mama taught him to always clean up and put things away when he's done with them)
Raph: …
Chaton: (Smiles)
Raph: …AAAAAAAAAAH!
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(Back with the others)
Leo: So monsters and superheroes and ladybugs, oh my!
Donnie: Impossible. If even half of that stuff is true, how do they even keep the city standing?
April: It's magic, I guess?
Mikey: OooooOOOooooo! Magic! Like real magic!
Donnie: Scoff. It's not magic.
Leo: You can't just deny magic in everything.
Donnie: I'll admit to actual magic when it comes alive and beans me in the head.
(A red and black-poka dotted ball smacks Donnie in the back of the head.)
Donnie: …oh hah hah, Leo. Slow clap. (Picks up ball)
Leo: That wasn't me.
Mikey: (Looks behind Donnie) There's nothing back here.
Donnie: See? It was Leo.
Leo: Not everything is my fault!
(Long pause)
Leo: …today, at least.
Donnie: And I suppose one of those "magical creatures" just somehow found their way to the Lair? Without any of us knowing? To just surprise us?
(Suddenly, the sound of Raph screaming from another room can be heard)
April: …
Mikey: …
Leo: …
Donnie: …
Leo: …aren't you gonna…?
Donnie: No. I refuse.
Raph: (Shouting from the other room) AAAAH! DEMON DOLL!
Donnie: It's not magic.
Raph: (Shouting from the other room) MAGIC DEMON DOLL!
Donnie: If I don't acknowledge it, it's not real and I am technically not wrong.
April: DONNIE!
(They run to the other room.)
Raph: (Backs away from Chaton in fear)
Chaton: (Confused)
Raph: Wait! If this is a demon like that creepy Cuddles demon, all I have to do is laugh at it! (Laughs at Chaton)
Chaton: (Stares)
Raph: (Laughs louder)
Chaton: (Starts to cry)
Raph: (Immediately stops laughing) Wait.
(Donnie, April, Mikey, and Leo rush into the room.)
April: What's going on?! Is Mrs. Cuddles back?!
Leo: Is that a catboy doll?
Mikey: (Gasp) And is it crying?
Donnie: …nope. I draw the line at crying inanimate objects. (Turns to leave, revealing Littlebug had been clinging to the back of his battle shell)
Raph: AAAH! There's another one!
Donnie: Wait—what?! (Spins)
Littlebug: (Hopes off Donnie and runs over to Chaton)
Chaton: (Still teary) ;_;
Littlebug: (Turns and glares at Raph)
Raph: (Tenses)
Littlebug: (Wags her finger at him, clearly giving a lecture and looking quite cross)
April: I think you upset them.
Leo: (Hamming it up) Raph! I expected better of you!
Raph: I didn't mean to! He was there and I just…
(Chaton's tears fall to the floor and everyone stares in shock and growing concern as the tears begin to burn through the floor where they land.)
Donnie: And its tears are corrosive, apparently.
Leo: Yeaaaah, you might want to make it stop before we end up with a basement?
Raph: (Looks down at Chaton)
Chaton: (Looks up at Raph, eyes still teary)
Raph: I'm very sorry.
Chaton: (Wipes his nose)
Littlebug: (Huffs at Raph, then pulls out a red and black-spotted handkerchief and wipes Chaton's eyes)
Chaton: (Sniffles but smiles once the tears are dried)
Leo: Well, I guess we know who the big sibling is.
Mikey: (Gushing) AWWWWW! They're so cuuuute!
Chaton: (Preening at the attention)
Mikey: (Pokes Chaton)
Chaton: (Nuzzles Mikey's hand)
Mikey: (Gushing even more)
Donnie: So I don't mean to interrupt this…this, but am I the only one concerned about the intruders to our Lair?
Leo: Good point. Any idea how they got here?
April: Didn't Alya mentioned something about Dolls on her blog? Maybe they hitched a ride with me during my meeting with her?
(They look at April's phone.)
Raph: So there are monsters and heroes in Paris?
Mikey: And these little guys are based on those heroes! How neat!
Leo: Does kinda give more credence to the whole "Light Lord" and "free doll" business.
Raph: So your friend just happened to have magic dolls with her?
Donnie: How do you even know they're magic?
Leo: Because they're dolls? And alive? Kinda screams magic there, Don.
Donnie: Not necessarily! EXPERIMENTATION will determine the truth!
Mikey: (Looks worried)
April: (Looks worried)
Chaton: (Looks worried, lip wobbling)
Littlebug: (Glares, silently promising swift and painful retribution)
Donnie: …and by "experimentation", I mean non-invasive non-painful mystic scanning.
Chaton: (Smiles)
Littlebug: (Suspicious but allows it)
April: Orrrr I could just try calling Alya.
Donnie: Sure, if you want to be boring about it.
April: Seriously, it'll take five minutes. Don't do anything while I'm gone! (Leaves the room)
All: ...
Donnie: You all know I'm doing it anyway, right?
Leo: You wouldn't be you if you didn't.
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(With April)
April: (Calling Alya)
Voice: (Picks up) Hello?! HELLO?! Is this April?
April: Uh yeah. Who this?
Marinette: My name is Marinette. Alya told me about your meeting and...nothing weird or anything, but would you happen to have a couple of dolls with you?
April: You mean the living dolls? Then yes, I have them here.
Marinette: Oh no! Please don't freak out! They're good kids, I promise! They're just children who like to play! They don't hurt anyone and usually stay out of trouble. Wait they haven't gotten into trouble, have they?
April: Trust me, they'd be in good company.
Marinette: (Confused) Eh?
April: Nothing! So about this whole "Doll Army" and "Light Lord" thing?
Marinette: I keep telling Alya to take that down! (Sighs) Can you tell me where they are and I'll explain it on the way? Preferably before anything happens?
April: What could happen?
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Donnie: (Scanning Chaton) Seriously, what are you made of?
Chaton: (Goes BRRR in the scan, clearly having fun)
Donnie: No mechanical parts to be seen. Just pure energy. And felt.
Leo: Soooo…magic?
Donnie: Not EVERYTHING has to be magic, Leo!
Chaton: (Nods because he is magic! Mama said so!)
Donnie: (Points at Chaton) Don't you argue with me!
Leo: (Looks back and forth between them) But…he didn't say anything?
Donnie: I know what he said! Per my scans, these two apparently have empathy—
Mikey: Awww!
Donnie: No, I mean empathy as an ability. Where they can sense the feelings of others and convey their own in their own form of communication. Like something out of a badly written teen vampire romance novel, but less pretentious. And annoying.
Mikey: (Gasp) They communicate through their FEELINGS!
Donnie: The one language barrier we cannot cross.
Chaton: (Holds up arms to Mikey because it sounds like he wants a hug)
Mikey: AWWW! (Hugs Chaton) You are adorable!
Chaton: (Smiles and purrs because hugs)
Raph: (Still nervous) Are we sure that hugs don't power them somehow? Like screams did for Mrs. Cuddles?
Donnie: (Doing energy readings) ….oh, they do. He's absorbing the ambient energy from Mikey’s presence as we speak.
Mikey: (Pauses, then goes back to hugging Chaton anyway) It's not like a little lost energy never hurt anyone.
Raph: Mikey! Put him down! He could kill you!
Mikey: (Hugs Chaton tighter) Worth it!
Chaton: (Hugs back because Orange boy is warm and sunny and he would never hurt him)
Donnie: Calm down. They’re merely absorbing excess energy. Like osmosis.
Raph: …why?
Donnie: (Shrugs) They appear to just be storing it like little batteries.
Leo: Okay…to do what?
Littlebug: (Throws hand in the air, causing a red and black-spotted screwdriver to appear)
Turtle Bros: (Stare)
Donnie: (Intrigued) …okay, that’s handy, actually.
Raph: Donnie.
Donnie: What else can you make?
Raph: Donnie, NO!
April: (Pokes her head in) Guys! I talked with their Mom. She says they aren't evil but ARE magic.
Leo: (To Donnie) Told ya.
Donnie: (Glares)
April: I'm gonna meet up with her to get an explanation. Don't do anything too crazy while I'm gone! (Leaves)
All: ...
(Ten minutes later)
(The Dolls are set up on the table and looking confused or amused in Littlebug’s case. Mikey is sitting on a chair in the corner, underneath a sign that has “Bad Boy Jail” crossed out and new words of “Quarantine Corner” written on it instead.)
Mikey: Can I come out and play with the Dolls now?
Raph: No! You just hugged one, Mikey! And we’re still not sure what it’s done to you!
Donnie: (Checking Mikey over) Nothing yet as far as I can tell.
Mikey: Nothing other than giving me AFFECTION AND HAPPINESS! Like that’s so bad, Raph!
Raph: We can’t let our guard down until we know what we’re dealing with! The last time we had a doll in the Lair, it turned out to be evil.
Mikey: Awww, these guys aren't evil! (Turns to the Dolls, talking baby talk) Awre youw?
Littlebug: (Nods)
Turtles: (Stare)
Turtles: (Glance at each other nervously)
Raph: Okay…so how evil are we talking exactly?
Littlebug: (Frowns, considering)
Littlebug: (Holds her hands a distance apart, which amounts to half a foot or so)
Leo: Eh, still less evil than Donnie.
Donnie: Eyeroll. You just can't appreciate genius.
Raph: I would feel better if we knew exactly what we are dealing with and just how evil these two are.
Mikey: Don't worry! Doctor Feelings can handle this! (Turns to Littlebug) So, what exactly do you mean by "evil"? (Does air quotes)
Littlebug: (Makes a gesture indicating a box and taking something and putting it in the box)
Mikey: You dumped a man in a dumpster?
Littlebug: (Holds up two fingers)
Mikey: AND his assistant?
Littlebug: (Nods, proudly)
Mikey: Well, that's not good but not so bad. But why?
Littlebug: (Frowns)
Littlebug: (Makes a comedically frowny face and gestures at her face)
Mikey: Uh huh…
Littlebug: (Stands up and strikes several poses then collapses to the floor)
Mikey: (Eyes widen)
Littlebug: (Sits up, taps her wrist but shakes her head)
Mikey: Oh.
Littlebug: (Points to herself and makes the gesture of the box again)
Mikey: (Looking less nice and more angry)
Littlebug: (Holds up three fingers and makes a sad face)
Mikey: (Expression is now stormy)
Raph: Uh…Mikey?
Mikey: (Pulls out weapon) And where did you say this guy lives again?
Raph: MIKEY NO!
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(Five minutes later)
Mikey: (Sans weapon and pouting, now sitting back in the "Quarantine Corner")
Raph: Okay, now that we've confiscated Mikey's weapons...what should we do about...(Looks down at Chaton)
Chaton: (Smiles up at Raph)
Raph: Yeah…and we're SURE they're not evil?
Mikey: Only to those who deserve it. (Darkly to self) And trust me, they deserve it.
Leo: Okay, anyone else worrying about Mikey's sudden turn to the dark side? And if the Dolls have hypnotic capabilities? No? Just me?
Chaton: (Climbs up on Raph)
Raph: ….uh hi?
Chaton: (Smiles)
Raph: (Staying very still)
Chaton: (Leans on Raph's plastron and purrs)
Raph: (Eyes wide and shiny)
Leo: Raph? You okay?
Raph: (Hugs Chaton) It's everything I've ever wanted.
Leo: Aaaand we've lost Raph. Looks like it's just you and me, Don…
Donnie: (Talking to Littlebug) And you think a death ray would be enough for that?
Littlebug: (Nods and points to a section of a map)
Donnie: I see! I could easily increase the output to scale for size of land mass…
Leo: …I have concerns. I have many concerns.
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(Meanwhile)
(With April and Marinette, the two are heading to the Lair.)
Marinette: I am so sorry about this! They're usually pretty well behaved, but sometimes they can get into mischief.
April: (Pats Marinette on the back) Well, that is what kids do. Still, I can't get over how you manage everything. Emotional terrorists. Magic. Monsters. Being a mom to magical dolls. And your own friends trying to take over the world on your behalf? The only way it could be tougher is if you're Ladybug.
Marinette: (Laughs nervously) Y-yeah...hahah.
April: No worries! They're with some of the best guys I know right now. I'm sure they're being responsible and not doing anything too crazy with the Dolls.
Marinette: (Hopeful) Really?
April: (Nervous smile, lying through her teeth) Totally!
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(At the Lair)
Leo: Okay. Recap. Dolls are magic. And possibly evil. Raph, Mikey, and Donnie are apparently hypnotized by their cuteness.
(The sound of lightning and evil cackling comes from Donnie's Lab)
Leo: ...no no, that's just Donnie on a Tuesday.
Leo: (Pulls out his phone and looks up the Ladyblog)
Leo: So it looks like the Dolls are...weirdly popular. And in high demand. Huh, no wonder they've got a Doll Army. And this "Light Lord" is their creator....and mother. (Thinking a plan) Hmmmm...
(Five minutes later)
(Leo is sitting across from Littlebug, )
Leo: Okay. So what IS your plan?
Littlebug: (Holds a picture of the world and words "Domination!")
Leo: Kind of figured. And where do my brothers fit in?
Littlebug: (Holds up picture of Littlebug and Donnie in mad scientist gear with a giant ray gun zapping things)
Leo: That sounds like Donnie, all right. Jerk was probably just waiting for the excuse, knowing him.
Littlebug: (Shifts the various papers and holds up a picture of Donnie wearing a sash that says "Minister of Science")
Leo: Yeah, he would love that. What about Mikey and Raph?
Littlebug: (Points to a picture of Mikey dangling a weird-looking blond man over a pit)
Leo: Ah. I'm not sure who that is, but it seems Mikey does. He looks happy about it, at least. And Raph?
Littlebug: (Points to a picture of a happy Raph covered in dolls—more than just Littlebug and Chaton. Apparently there were others?)
Leo: That can't be all?
Littlebug: (Pauses and turns over the picture to reveal another drawing of Raph having tea with a young lady with pigtails, both smiling underneath a banner that says "Leader Stress Free Zone")
Leo: …huh. Okay. May need to talk to Raph about that. And I'm guessing the girl is your Mom, right?
Littlebug: (Nods)
Leo: So…why all the rest of this then? What would you even do with the world once you conquered it?
Littlebug: (Holds up a picture of the Dolls giving the world to their Mom)
Leo: …okay, that's cute. But does she even WANT the world?
Littlebug: (Pauses)
Littlebug: (Frowns, thinking it over)
Leo: Or does she want you guys because you ARE her world?
Littlebug: (Pauses)
Littlebug: (Tears up)
Leo: Maybe you should give her a hug or something the next time you see her instead of a planet? I think owning the world would just stress her out more.
Littlebug: (Nods and looks up at him pleadingly)
Leo: Do you want me to call her?
Littlebug: (Nods)
Leo: Sure thing.
Littlebug: (Hugs Leo)
Leo: (Sighs)
(Pause)
Leo: Wait. Did I just save the world?
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(Later)
(April arrives with Marinette)
April: Hey guys! I brought their Mom!
Leo: So you're human?
Marinette: And you're a mutant.
Leo: I just thought a creator of living dolls would be a yokai or something.
Marinette: This is a crazy world we live in. I hope they weren't trouble.
Leo: Well they DID kinda try to bring my brothers into their world domination plans, but I managed to talk them out of it.
Marinette: What?! HOW?!
Leo: (Acting serious and dramatic) With the Power of Love.
Marinette: (Grabs Leo) No, seriously! HOW?!! I have been trying at length for AGES to get them and my friends to stop this insanity and you managed it in two hours!
Leo: Oh. Uh...sorry?
Marinette: (Releases him and takes a breath of relief) No. No. This is...this is great actually. Thank you!
Leo: Anytime.
Donnie: (Slams open door) DAMMIT, NARDO!
Leo: What?
Donnie: You talked them out of world domination! NOW what am I supposed to do with the Apocalypse Device?
Leo: ...why do you have an Apocalypse Device?
Donnie: For the World Domination Plan I was helping create for the Dark Lord!
Marinette: (Annoyed) I'm not a Dark Lord!
Donnie: (Ignores her, continuing to lament) My inventions would go down in history. AND I would become the royal scientist! But now the Dolls don't want to do it!
Leo: ...sucks.
Donnie: I created a whole PLAN, Leo! It was a 12 step process!
Marinette: But how do you take over the world if you destroy it? Wouldn't an apocalypse leave nothing left?
Donnie: ...oh. (Eyes widen) I have to go stop the timer! (Runs out of the room)
Leo: .....what?
Marinette: (Eyes wide)
April: ...so yeah. These are my friends!
Marinette: (To Leo) It's no wonder you knew how to deal with the kids. You must be used to it.
Leo: (Shrugs and refrains from mentioning his own antics) Yeah well y'know...
(Littlebug and Chaton run out and hug Marinette's legs. Raph and Mikey watch from the door, teary and sniffling at the reunion.)
Marinette: I've been worried sick about you two! (Hugs the Dolls)
Chaton and Littlebug: (Hug Marinette back because they didn't mean to make her worry, honest!)
Marinette: (To April and the others) It's been nice to meet all of you. Sorry about the trouble.
Mikey: It was no trouble!
Raph: Yeah. They're good kids. We wouldn't mind seeing them again.
Mikey: Speaking of, Littlebug mentioned a certain someone and I was hoping you could give more information on who it is. He needs a meeting with Dr. Delicate Touch.
Marinette: Who is—
Leo: And that's our cue to leave! (Pushes Marinette and April out) Thanks for everything! Lovely to meet you! Give a call if anything happens! Buh-bye!
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(Three days later)
(Leo gets a phone call.)
Leo: Hello?
Marinette: Hello, Leo. It's Marinette.
Leo: Oh hey. Something wrong?
Marinette: I wanted to say thanks again for derailing the whole "world domination" plans the Dolls had. But they seem to have picked it back up again.
Leo: What? Why?
Marinette: They wanted to do something nice for me and are convinced that I deserve the world.
Leo: Cute. Evil...but cute.
Mari: You seem immune to the chaos and talked them out of it once. Do you think you could do it again?
Leo: Well, I can try?
Mari: Please! I will give you a box of croissants if you do!
Leo: Sold!
(Fifteen minutes and a portal later)
Leo: (Enters room with a box of croissants and jam, and wearing a sash that says “Minister of Foreign Affairs”)
Mari: (Stares)
Leo: (Shrugs) So yeaaah…they made a better offer.
Mari: If you wanted jam you should have said something! I WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU JAM!!!
And thus the struggle continues...
#ml fic#ml crossover#rottmnt#rottmnt crossover#marinette dupain cheng#dolls au#littlebug#chaton noir#rise leo#rise donnie#rise raph#rise mikey#if their cuteness cannot sway you their bribery will#dark lord marinette#light lord marinette#reluctant overlord marinette
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Will you tell me about that not posted fic? 👉👈👀
Ooh yeah, I can totally give you an idea! I have bits outlined at this point so here goes.
It follows the events in this post, where, Jason happens to run into Tim following a mission in a small port city halfway across the world from Gotham. It's been months since anyone has seen Tim, and Jason's kinda been blaming himself for setting the whole sequence of events off-
And then Tim's there in some shitty bar he'd just happened to wander into, laughing with the bartender about something he can't hear- and he looks different. His high cheekbones seem softer, his skin a sunkisswd from his time spent on the sea, his hair long like it was when he was just setting out to make his way as Red Robin. Jason almost doesn't recognize him- but their eyes meet and there's no mistaking those for anyone else's.
Somehow, miraculously, after chasing Tim down and accepting the very justified venom Tim spits his way, he manages (through blackmail) to get Tim to promise to keep in touch with him.
Tim does, begrudgingly at first. He tells him just enough to let him know he's still alive, as per their agreement. But...he's lonely, and has spent months as little more than a stranger to the people he meets, and Jason writes him religiously. Tim reads them. More than once.. then, slowly he starts sharing what his life is like now. How he has a cat that stowed away, who saved his life when he was at his lowest point after running away. How he still practices with his staff, but without the City to defend it's more of a meditative process. How he's slowly learned to feed himself because cats apparently hate MREs.
Eventually, they grow closer. Things are getting worse in Gotham- Bruce is off the rails and Jason refuses to feel like that's his fault or problem in any way, and at first talking with Tim feels like a release valve. A break from watching things fall apart because the man can't stop. It's not lost on him that Bruce is hunting Tim down with far more fervor than he did Jason, back when he was the only one with a known double digit kill count.
He can't help but think it's because Bruce saw so much of himself in Tim. But Jason knows now that that's a mistake, because Tim got out. Tim's carved a life for himself, something small and quiet and peaceful in a way that he doesn't think Bruce would ever be able to manage.
And only he gets to see it. Nobody else knows any of it with Tim. This softer, gentler Tim is all his.
He feels less bad about wanting to keeping that way when Tim sends him a number he can use to call him. Their relationship repairs and deepens over time, until eventually Tim invites him to come see him, if he can get to x coordinates on x date.
Jason's floored when he shows up to the spot alone and Tim's right there. He's gained more weight in the time it took to go from hostile penpal to...whatever they were now, and Jason just cannot get over how pretty it makes Tim. There's actual, physical evidence that Tim's regularly prioritizing himself, and it's driving him a little wild. Gone are the days of entirely regimented and perfectly portioned meals and green juices and supplemental smoothies- Tim's fucking frying things. Jason gets a little dizzy over the idea of teaching him to bake.
Meanwhile Tim is a little nervous. Jason is still in like, peak physical condition due to being an active vigilante and Tim's just been...chilling? He's fully unprepared for the sheer level of attention paid to his newly developed love handles, or how much the man seems to enjoy just squeezing the soft bit of pudge over his abdomen. He's baffled- Jason looks like he's carved from marble, but acts like Tim's the one who should be worshipped.
There's a lot of Jason being unable to get enough of Tim like this, and a slow realization that he doesn't just want these periodic trysts between long periods of watching the Bats go to shambles- he wants to join Tim, he wants the softness and the peace for himself, too.
#whew this got long but#yeah thats my current idea for what started as thinking up fun ways for tim to get railed on a yacht
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@wearethekat replied to your post “for sale: fic concept, never written”:
does it happen to be a miraculous ladybug au, by any chance
LMAO incredibly it actually is not
it’s a queen’s thief modern au epistolary fic in which Gen proposed to business rival Irene in writing and she took it as a joke/affront/outrageous insult and responds angrily, so Gen thinks he’s being very rudely rejected, and they are very antagonistic penpals until they figure out the miscommunication <3
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Tazie Hi!! Heard u have new penpals! Have you gotten any cool letters recently??
"Oh, goodness-- Have I? I don't recall-- I haven't given out my address to anyone new as of recent, have I? Eh. Oh well. I suppose we'll find out in time if I'm miraculously not recalling giving my address to someone new."
You're genuinely a little startled. Sorry about that. You'll come to appreciate it, I promise.
"Err-- As for, uh! Interesting letters! I think all of the letters I get are wonderfully interesting. My correspondents all take great care with the letters they send, of course! I couldn't even do as much as pick a favorite, as all of them are delightfully unique in their own ways and each always reminds me of who sent them. I can usually tell the sender of a letter when I pick up an envelope at this point, even-- I'm getting quite good at predicting them!"
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#AO3 Link#FanFiction#AO3 Adrienette#♥#Adrienette#Chloé Bourgeois#Félix Fathom#MLB#⚤#🐞🐱#R:M#No Powers AU#Royalty AU#Music AU#A:Monarchteen
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🌻 🌟 👋
Meet the People in my Muse's Life || accepting || @pinkxtrauma
🌻 - Their Father
"Put simply, I...never knew him. Both he and my mother died in a car accident when I was five months old. I was in the back of the car, though somehow miraculously survived without a scratch on me." He hesitated. "I'm told he was Finnish, whereas my mother was English and that he was a decent sort of man. My Mummo - grandma - showed me a photograph of my parents once..." He filtered off.
🌟 - A different family member
"I suppose this would be the opportunity to talk about my isovanhemmat - my grandparents. After my parents died, they raised me. My Ukki - grandpa - was very serious and you'd be surprised when you saw him laugh at something, but when he did he wouldn't stop." He smiled softly, almost sadly. "My Mummo was very strict, but loving in her own way. She encouraged my imagination and that...was probably one of her greatest gifts to me."
👋 - A Friend
"If I don't mention Lizzy here, she'll likely never let me hear the end of it!" He laughed softly. "Lizzy was my penpal for the exchange program to England I was part of in High School. Her letters made her seem very innocent and sweet, but that shouldn't have fooled me - she is a live wire! Lizzy lived in this enormous house with her parents and, being an only child, they let her get away with practically anything. She'd sneak me out to illegal raves in abandoned buildings and huge parties in cramped flats, bake me questionable brownies, jump on public transport without paying a fair and somehow sweet talk her way out of a fine, I once even caught her dancing barefoot in the rain at three o'clock in the morning, just for the Hell of it...she was my first, well, everything...but she didn't like me in that way. Nevertheless, she was always my biggest supporter in everything I did. If she couldn't make one of my gigs, she'd call me afterwards and ask how it went...and she tried to encourage me on my love life quite often, although perhaps she wasn't as persistent on that as she should have been. Last I heard from her, she was backpacking across the States...I haven't spoken to her since before the accident. I don't think she even knows I'm-..." He trailed off.
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the things that keep you from falling apart !!!PODFIC!!!
by ThatBluePencilCrayon
Ra's al Ghul should have been more careful when using the Miraculous to create the Lazarus Pits.
OR,
A DamiNette Arranged Marriage/Penpal AU.
!!!PODFIC!!!
Words: 42, Chapters: 1/60, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Tom Dupain, Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug), Caline Bustier, Caline Bustier's Class, Chloé Bourgeois, Kagami Tsurugi, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Nyssa Raatko, Nathalie Sancoeur, Emilie Agreste, Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug)
Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Tikki, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Childhood Friends, Letters, Reunions, Established Relationship, Guardian Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous Side Effects, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, POV Alternating, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Kwami & Miraculous Lore, Chloé Bourgeois Redemption, Alya Césaire Bashing, Canon-Typical Violence, Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Uncle Jagged Stone (Miraculous Ladybug), Badass Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Smart Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Angst, Fluff, Nathalie Sancoeur Redemption, Good Aunt Nyssa al Ghul, Emilie Agreste Lives, Protective Nyssa al Ghul, Bad Teacher Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev is a Good Teacher (Miraculous Ladybug), Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Visits Gotham City, Good Friend Juleka Couffaine, Lila Rossi Faces Consequences, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45481900
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• Miraculous PenPals •
#miraculous ladybug#ladybug#chat noir#cat noir#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir#miraculous adventuras de ladybug y cat noir#miraculous penpals#ladybug: I have secrets to share with you. and not just as ladybug#chat: am I a joke to you?
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Hi! *waves* Have you heard? I just discovered something called Miraculous Penpals on Youtube. It's where you can receive real letters from Ladybug and Chat Noir... AND there's a high chance the letters you send will affect them the supervillains they fight in a new Youtube series! I don't know if you heard about this, but I figured this ask might cheer you up somehow. I hope you're doing ok today. :)
Hi!!
Thanks for thinking of me! It seems like a very exciting project, I'm very curious about the content! Unfortunately it's only available in the US for the time being, but I'm looking forward to seeing what people who can get it will share 👀 With a bit of luck it'll be available in more countries soon haha 😊
Hope you have a great day! 💕
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#miraculous#miraculous the tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculous penpals#chloe bourgeois#voice actress#selah victor
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Penpals and Presents
Merry Christmas Anne! @mar16a7 I'm posting you're fic here as well as AO3! And this one has an extra special surprise ;)
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Damian was not antisocial. He simply did not like the people around him. It wasn’t his fault that his new instructors thought him to have the same amount of intellect as an average child of his age. It wasn’t his fault that this caused them to treat him like he was one of those average children; like an “imbecile”, he claimed. It certainly wasn’t his fault that all the other children were so simple that he couldn’t hold even close to an intelligent conversation with them.
When his teachers suggested to his father that he be placed in a penpal program with other gifted children his age, he was adamant against it. Damian Al Ghul—now Wayne, after having been dropped on his father by his mother—was not just a gifted child. He knew himself to have a much higher intellect than even the most gifted children. Not to mention, writing to someone from who-knows-where would be nothing but a waste of his time.
Despite his protests, Damian was signed up for the program. Forms were filled out and eventually, he was paired up with a young girl from Paris, France. At first, the young boy was curious as to why they matched him up with someone who didn’t even speak his language. Later, he found out that the forms included a section on what languages the applicant could read. As Damian was able to read French, he was paired up with a girl from France who could read English.
The green-eyed boy sat down at his desk to write his first letter. He thought himself very clever and hoped that if he wrote something mean and nasty, he would get kicked out of the program. After all, no one wanted their child to be paired up with someone who would only say mean things.
However, this did not go well. Bruce Wayne, despite having only known his biological son for a small bit of time, had raised children before. How successful he had been was highly debatable, but he had raised them, nonetheless. He knew his son would try something sneaky to get out of a situation he found less than desirable. So, he had Alfred read the boy’s letter before it ever made it to the mailbox.
After being severely punished for the foul things he had written, Damian was made to write a new letter to his partner under Alfred’s careful supervision. The boy sat at the dining table in a huff, giving his paper such a glare that if he could, it surely would have been set aflame. Wanting nothing more than for this to be over with, the young boy picked up his pen and began to write.
Dear Marinette,
Hello, my name is Damian. I am sure you already know this, but it is only proper manners to introduce one’s self. I suppose I should ask you the typical questions one would when trying to get to know someone, but I would rather we just introduce ourselves with whatever information we find pertinent. I am 11 years old. I live in Gotham, New Jersey. Legally, I have many siblings, though I view them more as annoyances. If there is any more you wish to know about me, I will answer at a later date.
Damian
Despite giving him a strange look, Alfred deemed Damian’s letter passable and sent it off in the mail. The boy sincerely hoped that it would get lost and he would never have to do that ever again. Unfortunately for him, several days later came the reply.
Dear Damian,
Hi! I’m Marinette, and I’m very excited to be writing to you. I guess I should tell you about all the things you told me. I’m 10 years old, live in Paris, and I’m an only child! You said you have a lot of siblings, right? I wish I had some. I love my Maman and Papa, but it can get boring being the only kid around the house. But it’s alright because I have plenty of friends at school.
You said I could ask you questions, so what’s your favorite color? Do you have any pets? What’s your favorite food? Do you have any hobbies?
Marinette
Damian almost laughed at the childishness of the letter. He knew that his partner would never hold the same level of maturity as he, but this girl seemed even more naïve than expected. Her way of speaking annoyed him, and yet he was also intrigued by her inclination to overshare with a stranger.
Once again under the watchful eye of Alfred, Damian wrote a quick response.
Dear Marinette,
My favorite color is green. I have several pets, namely a dog, a cat, and a cow. I don’t have a particular favorite food, though I do stick to a vegetarian diet. I enjoy art as a general hobby.
I ask that you answer the same questions you asked me in your reply.
Damian
And so began the two’s correspondence. While Damian would send short and to the point letters, Marinette’s letters grew longer and longer as time went on. It seemed she loved to share as much as she could with him.
The green-eyed boy would deny it, but those around him could tell how he began to enjoy his penpal’s letters. Every day Damian would ask Alfred if he had received anything in the mail. The boy would pretend to be annoyed, but the twinkle in his eyes as he was handed a small pink envelope couldn’t be hidden.
“What do you mean, your brothers have been acting strange?” Marinette asked Damian over a video call.
“I mean, that they’ve been acting bizarre.” Damian sighed. “Somehow even more than usual,”
He wasn’t exaggerating either. Dick was acting strangely skittish every time they talked. Jason, while mostly acting normal—well as normal as Jason could act—would suddenly start laughing at seemingly nothing. Tim would constantly give the younger boy this knowing smirk; one that drove him crazy. Cass, well, Cass was acting like herself, but if Damian knew her at all, it was that if the others were up to something, she most definitely knew about it.
“I swear they’re hiding something from me,” the green-eyed boy grumbled.
Marinette giggled at his frustration as she snuggled further into the blanket around her shoulders. Damian shot her a glare, causing her to laugh louder.
“I’m sure it’s nothing to be concerned about, Dami.” She told him with a smile. “After all, it is almost Christmas. Maybe they’re just planning a nice gift for you!”
“But Angel-“ He tried to argue.
“No buts,” she said firmly. “I know you hate things being kept from you, but I can say with 100% certainty that they don’t mean any harm.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you saying you know something about this?” He questioned, leaning closer to the camera.
“Maybe~,” she sang out. “Just trust me on this, okay?”
Damian gave a heavy sigh. It had taken him a while to understand the power this girl seemed to have over him. He couldn’t believe that someone he had once wanted nothing to do with was now one of the most important people in his life.
He can still remember it like it was yesterday, the first time he heard her voice. The sound was everything and nothing like what he expected from the girl he’d grown to like. Her laugh was like tinkling bells, drawing him in as nothing else could. When he first saw her face, his first thought had been how beautiful she was.
It was funny, how you could fall in love with someone an ocean away. When he was a child, Dick would tell Damian all about his whirling romances, causing the small boy to roll his eyes. Love was just a distraction from one’s goals in life. His mother had once loved his father, and he saw how well that seemed to turn out.
And yet, as he was forced to and later willingly got to know Marinette, her charming innocence swept him away. He had always found naivety annoying, but when it came to his strange penpal across the way, it only made him more intrigued. Something about her made his heart beat fast and his knees feel weak.
They were a constant in each other’s lives. As Damian gained more social skills and connections with those around him, he always had Marinette to help him along the way. Likewise, Damian was always there when Marinette needed someone to teach her how to stand up for herself.
“Alright, fine.” He relented. “But if they do something ridiculous, I’m choosing to blame you.”
Marinette laughed again, making Damian’s heart swell. “Alright, Dami. I’ve gotta go get some schoolwork done. I’ll text you later, okay?”
“I’ll be waiting,” he said with a soft smile. “Goodbye Angel,”
“Bye Dami!”
The days came and went in a flash. Damian continued to be annoyed by his family’s strange behavior but soldiered on at Marinette’s request. Finally, on Christmas Eve, it all came to a head when Dick excitedly asked Damian on a walk in the park with him.
“What are you up to, Grayson,” he questioned as the two walked. His grip on Titus’ leash tightened as his brother gave a nervous, but almost giddy laugh.
“Can’t I just ask to spend time with you, Baby Bird?” Dick said.
Damian scoffed. “Not with that nervous behavior,”
Dick grabbed his free hand and began to pull him forward. “Just come on!”
The older man dragged his brother down the snowy paths of the park. At this point, Damian was starting to like his entire family had lost their marbles. What could be so important that they had to hide things and pull him around like this?
“…What if he doesn’t like me as much in person?” a voice worried.
Damian whipped his head around to see a group of three people. He knew that voice. It may sound a little different; a little clearer, but it was unmistakable who that voice belonged to.
“Marinette?” he asked his voice only slightly above a whisper.
The shortest member of the group turned to face him. “Hi, Dami,” she said, pulling her scarf down to reveal her face.
He couldn’t believe she was right in front of him. It was almost surreal, how much more lovely she was in person. Her big blue eyes, her pale skin, her cheeks pink from the winter cold; all of her was so much more beautiful when viewed with his own two eyes instead of through a screen.
“I- how are you here?” he spluttered.
She giggled, God, did he love it when she did that. “ I told you there was a surprise waiting for you, didn’t I?”
He stood there speechless before she continued. “Your brothers got my number from your phone and helped arrange for my parents and me to come to stay with you for the holidays.”
“You’re staying with us?” Damian asked skeptically. He handed Titus’ leash off to Dick before taking a step closer to Marinette.
“For two whole weeks,” she said with a smile, reaching out to him. “They wanted us to finally be able to meet each other in person, after all these years.”
Damian smiled, turning towards where Dick stood next to who he could only assume were Marinette’s parents. It was the softest look Dick had ever seen on his younger brother.
“Thank you,” he said with as much sincerity as he could muster.
The older Wayne child smiled back at his brother. “Merry Christmas, Baby Bird.”
With that Marinette grabbed Damian’s hand and pulled him towards the paths. “C’mon Dami, we’ve got a lot to talk about!”
The green-eyed boy squeezed the girl’s hand, bringing it to his side. “That we do, Angel.”
The adults shared a knowing glance, eyes locked on the two’s intertwined hands as they walked away.
#daminette#marinette dupain chang#Maribat#damian x marinette#maribat art#miraculous ladybug#cat's art#maridami#penpal#penpal au#no heroes au#no miraculous au#cat's fics#mlb x dc#ml x dc#mgi secret Santa
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Dance with Me, Chaton - 5
Read it on A03, WattPad, FF.net
Written for @ladynoirjuly2019
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5. Lost
If by the end of day one Adrien was pretty sure that Kagami was Ladybug, then by the end of day two, he was almost convinced. She was a force to be reckoned with. Her colleagues admired her. Those who slacked at their job feared her. Adrien felt he had a long way to go to even think about reaching Kagami’s level of dedication and skill. Perfect description of his Ladybug. The only thing left was to match what little details she let slip online to the real person: Ladybug could draw well enough to agree to edit Gabriel’s sketches, and one of her best friends was a dance instructor. Neither one Adrien could confirm for Kagami yet. He didn't despair, though. With time he would succeed.
Chat Noir: I bet your day today was just as lovely as you are, my Lady.
Ladybug: LOL And what would you know about my beauty, Chat? For all you know, I can be that old, bearded dude from the accounting department.
Chat Noir: Le Gasp! My Lady, beards are sexy. I’ve been considering getting one myself.
Ladybug: Well-looked after and trimmed beards are sexy. The guy from the accounting department doesn’t know the meaning of either.
Chat Noir: Then you cannot be him. Even your words are fashionable, my Lady. I bet your beauty knows no bounds, and men drop by your feet with confessions of love on a daily basis.
Ladybug: And I bet you are a local Casanova whose sweet tongue and, possibly, easy on the eyes looks earned him a girl or two on his arms at any given time.
Chat Noir: You mocking me, aren’t you?
Ladybug: I’m making assumptions based on how you talk. Just like you do. What? I’m wrong?
Chat Noir: Yes. Severely. I’ve never been even kissed. Or dated. Or in love. Been too busy for that.
Ladybug: Accept my condolences.
Chat Noir: You’re still mocking me.
Ladybug: Not at all. I really am sorry. It must feel awful to have never fallen in love.
Chat Noir: Have you ever been in love?
Ladybug: Yes. But that’s all I’m telling you.
Chat Noir: Then maybe instead you can finally tell me how did your day go?
Ladybug: it was lovely. Thank you for asking. Yours?
Chat Noir: Pretty well. How is your baby? Taught him something new today?
Ladybug: XD Her and yes. She’s a quick learner.
Adrien frowned. Either he’s on the wrong track or Ladybug was trying to throw him off her trail. Which was a more plausible explanation because from all the conversations they’ve had so far, keeping her identity a secret was Ladybug’s top priority and she’d already let quite a lot slip. He wouldn’t put it past her at this point to throw him a few fake facts to prevent any possible reveals.
Ladybug: So, about our mission. I thought about it and I think that reworking designs and anonymously surveying Gabriel’s design department only should be the way to go. We won’t be leaking anything outside of the company since our designers had seen all the designs already at some stage. And we’ll show M Agreste that there are more people than just us who think his choices are ridiculous. This is the only way I can think of how to do this without risking losing our jobs.
Chat Noir: I like your plan, my Lady. So, all we need now are the actual designs?
Ladybug: Yeah. And there is no way I can get them.
Chat Noir: Leaving the dirty work to the keeper of misfortune?
Ladybug: You said you’re working in the Hawkmoth’s proximity, meaning, of the two of us, you have a higher chance of getting those files. But we can always forget it. I don’t want you to risk too much, and it’s not like we have to do anything in the first place. If Hawkmoth wants to get ridiculed, who are we to stop him?
Chat Noir: The warriors of truth and light who don’t want the company we love to suffer?
Ladybug: LOL Tbh, only if I’m not losing my job over it.
Chat Noir: Well, I don’t care if I lose mine. Been thinking of quitting actually, so I’ll get you the files. Do you want me to do the survey also? Let's get you involved as little as possible so you're not risking your job. Alright?
Ladybug: Only if you insist.
Chat Noir: I do.
Ladybug: Thank you, Chaton. I appreciate that.
Chat Noir: :3 I like your choice of a nickname for mew.
Ladybug: LOL Well since you’ve been quick to give me one, why can't I do the same?
Chat Noir: Fair enough.
The next hour, they spent chatting about anything and everything in between. By the end of the conversation, Adrien couldn't help but wishfully grin at the screen. This girl was amazing. Witty, funny, smart, confident and creative, she even designed and texted him their secret squad logo: a black kitten, looking at a tiny ladybug on his nose. It was cute. Adrien saved it as his phone background. Risky, but they were slowly becoming friends and with her changed opinion of Adrien, hiding his identity wasn’t such a priority for Adrien anymore.
The next day, however, brought some surprises. More like confused stupor, because the last thing Adrien had expected from his sweet Ladybug was to cold-heartedly fire some poor soul for making a simple mistake.
“I'm sorry you had to witness that,” Kagami apologized to Adrien after the fired man escaped. “Take it as an example that unless you keep them in line, nothing will get done right. People have forgotten what responsibilities and respecting your superiors mean, so I have to remind them from time to time.”
Adrien hummed under his breath, leaning on a windowsill. His father’s philosophy was also to rule with fear, but it was his mother who showed him that honesty, kindness, support and hard work went much further in earning people’s respect and inspiring them to work with you. It forged connections impossible to break. It bore loyalty and success. It was the way Adrien wanted to go. His chest tightened. He missed her dearly and was so happy that, at least online, Ladybug was so much like his mom. He'd hate to think that in real life, the girl he was smitten with upheld his father's way of thinking. Rather disappointing.
“Would you like to grab lunch together?” Kagami intruded into his thoughts. “I’m almost done, and since today’s the last day you’ll be shadowing me, I thought we could share lunch?”
Adrien perked up. Lunch sounded like a good idea to ask more personal questions. More relaxed atmosphere and no pressure of a workplace. He needed answers and lunch sounded like the perfect place to get them.
“Absolutely,” he smiled. “I’d love nothing more.”
An hour later, they’d found a nice cafe and settled on the second floor. Conversation flowed almost effortlessly and soon Adrien braved a question lingering at the back of his mind. “Do you enjoy working at Gabriel, Kagami?”
"I do," she said. "I like the direction your father is heading, and his work ethic is one of the best in the industry."
Adrien quirked an eyebrow. The online Ladybug had a different idea. At least about the new collection. Maybe he needed to be more specific?
“What about his creative direction? The newest line that is about to be released. What do you think about it?”
“Hard to say.” Kagami shrugged. “I haven't really seen much of it since my work has nothing to do with designing or making the clothes.”
“Aren't you allowed access to unreleased items to create the advertisement?”
"Very limited. Usually, your father would send me pictures of what he'd like to be featured."
“I see,” Adrien sighed, resting his chin on his propped-up hand. “Well, I saw his latest line, and there were some questionable choices made. Sequins in formal wear, for example.”
Kagami didn't react much.
"I trust M Agreste to make it work." She shrugged. "His designs had made him into the fashion icon he is today, and that didn't happen because he was always careful and held back. Risks are inevitable if you want to take the top. That's what he's doing if you ask me."
Adrien leaned back into his chair. Kagami was either a fantastic actress or she wasn't the Ladybug he sought. His phone chimed.
Ladybug: I know we agreed not to chat during the day, but I need a third opinion. Help.
His breathing heavy, Adrien glanced at Kagami, eating her salad. There was no way she could’ve sent him this message. Her cell phone was still in her bag.
“Would you excuse me for a moment?” Adrien asked, standing up.
Kagami nodded.
Adrien walked behind a corner, stopping in a place he could still see Kagami.
Chat Noir: I’m at your service, my Lady.
Ladybug: Thank you! Tell me, what’s the best dessert ever: eclairs or macarons?
Chat Noir: Can I say croissants?
Ladybug: >:( Those aren't dessert. Choose from the two I’ve sent you.
Chat Noir: Well, then macarons.
Ladybug: YES! Thank you!
Chat Noir: Do I get to know what this was all about?
Ladybug: LOL Okay. You deserved that much.
Ladybug: Don't laugh, but my friend and I are at the cafe and we were choosing a dessert and kind of started to argue which one was the best. Since we couldn't come to a conclusion we’ve decided to ask a complete stranger for a third opinion. I just won. Thank you, Chaton.
Chat Noir: A complete stranger, huh?
Ladybug: I can feel your pout through the screen, Chaton. Don’t be silly. You know what I mean. Btw, my friend says Hi.
Chat Noir: Hi to her too.
Ladybug: Him. Gtg now. Ttyl. Thank you again.
Him. His chest tightened. Someone was spending their lunch now with that amazing woman. Someone was having fun arguments with her. Someone who wasn't him because Kagami hadn't even looked at her cell phone this whole time. She wasn't his Ladybug. He wasn't her Chat Noir. Back to the square one. Match one lost.
Surprisingly, he felt relieved.
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Penpal au
I'm going to throw this idea out. The miraculous class is 14/15 range when Mrs bustier says they're going to do penpals! Adrien and Marinette both get Canadian addresses. The project only lasts about a month but the sunshine child and lucky lady keep talking to their pals, getting email and face chatting after a while (hey it's cheaper). And we'll see what happens next!
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Searching for a Penpal once again!
Yep! You read this right! I’m looking for a new penpal! I haven’t done this in sooo long and i thought having an Otaku penpal to swap stuff with and hand writing letters to would be fun again! Here are some details about me:
Name: Eva
Age: 21
Location: London
Stuff i love: Anime/Manga/Magical Girls/Otome/Steven Universe/ UtaPri/Cute Stuff/Cosplaying/PS4/Nintendo Switch
(That sunshine is me BTW!) I’m trying to keep this short and sweet!
If you’re interested, drop me a PM!~ I gotta find someone to fangirl with! See you soon!
P.S, You can be from anywhere! I’m calling ALL Otakus!~
#uta no prince-sama#winx club#miraculous ladybug#Idolish7#love live! school idol project#my hero academia#penpalwanted#penpal#otaku#cosplay#cosplayer#anime#free iwatobi swim club#uta no prince sama shining live#penal wanted#snail mail
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Celebrity AU Prompts:
Person A and their hero, B, stay at the same hotel for a convention, and end up in the same elevator. [Bonus points if B holds the elevator for A].
Anxious/bullied Person A attempts to ask their hero, B, a question during a Q&A panel at a convention but overshares their private-life instead.
Fan A sees their hero, famous Person B in the street, and tries to say hello. B shirks them off in a rush. A is heartbroken. B's heart of gold makes them turn back.
Celebrity A stops Person B from getting mugged. Person B is a huge fan, and nearly faints from surprise when A takes them to a cafe to make sure they aren’t in shock.
[Alt - Person B has no idea who A is, and can’t understand why people keep taking pictures of them sitting together].
Person A walks their dog through the same park every day, and now a new dog wants to be its best friend. Who owns the dog? Celebrity B -- who also thinks A’s dog is adorable, and maybe A could come over sometime so their dogs can hang out? And also B thinks A is pretty cute but that’s totally irrelevant right?
Celebrity A goes undercover at a convention because they love cons and can’t usually enjoy them because of work. And they’ve just found Person B cosplaying as them and they really, really want to ask why but without being obvious and now they’re just stalking B around the con, trying to think of a plan.
Fan A buys Celebrity B's autograph/photo op at a convention. During the polite chat while it's happening, B realises A is really interesting and tries to keep around them for as long as possible.
Celebrity A attends a convention after-party but isn't much of a partier. Fan B is in the same boat, and they end up sat next to each other, talking about all the stuff they would rather be doing. [Points for making them penpals afterwards].
Celebrity A goes undercover to a cinema to watch their latest movie, and miraculously ends up sat next to Fan B, who gets really into the movie and needs someone to feel their feels, but came alone. [Bonus points if A gives B their hand to hold during the heart-wrenching scene that puts them in tears].
[Bonus, bonus points if A reveals their identity to B at the end of the movie because that is the level of unbelievable fluff I live for].
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