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ML Square Dance — Applications Open
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Did I maybe go overboard on the @mlsquaredance event? Idk what to tell you - I was too busy having fun to realize how deep I had gotten!
I plan to post 1 a week for the duration of the event, so the real question is, which remix should I post first?
Originals & tags linked here:
When You Let A Ladybug Cure Your Bellyache by wyomingparmesan (@wyomingparmesan)
Close Your Eyes by jennagrins (@jennagrinsoverml)
A Bad Dream by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette)
how fair you were in summertime by MissNoodles (@ladyofthenoodle)
but princess, wishes do come true by MiaBrown (@miabrown007)
Midnight Snack by Papillon10 (@valiantlyjollynightmare)
A Fair Trade by sariahsue (@sariahsue)
Full Exposure by MissNoodles (@ladyofthenoodle)
Thank you to @ccboomer, @rosekasa, @wield-the-mighty-pen, @sunshinemarauder, and @ladyofthenoodle for beta reading these remixes! It was a pleasure working with all of you!
#miraculous square dance 2023#ml square dance#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug fanfic#ml fic#ml fanfic#fic remix
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words he only dreamed to hear
[@mlsquaredance]
remixed from @ladyofthenoodle 's fic, pretty lady, look at how he's smiling!
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chat noir/ladybug.
G; no archive warnings apply.
“um,” he says, glancing down at his un-bumped fist lamely. “are you good?”
her smile doesn’t exactly widen, but something in it does shift.
in two quick steps forward, she dives in, and presses a light kiss to his cheek. “bye, chaton,” she says, and wiggles her fingers at him.
he stands rooted to the concrete, staring off into the empty street.
what.
(ladybug amps up the affection, and chat noir has to deal. it's what a good friend would do, right?)
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post-episode s05 evolution; pining; oblivious adrien agreste | chat noir; identity reveal; fluff and humour.
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a taste of cherry
by thelibraryloser
“Everything needs to be perfect for tomorrow, Chat! I can’t just show up to the Gabriel charity ball wearing the wrong lip balm! What will happen to our children, and the hamster…”
“I’m not following.” As far as he knew, there were no children invited to his father’s gala. And there certainly wouldn’t be any hamsters. “You… you have kids?”
She groaned. “I just found out that I’ll be sitting next to Adrien Agreste at the ball. You’ve met him, right?”
“He’s fine, I guess.”
His partner turned to him with an incredulous stare. “Fine? He’s only the most beautiful human being on the planet!”
“After you,” he corrected automatically. Then her words hit him over the head with the force of a giant cartoon hammer. “Wait, what?”
“What flavor of lip gloss do you think he will like best?” She waved the tubes in front of Chat’s gobsmacked face like smelling salts in front of a hysterical fainting maiden, though it did little to clear his mind.
“Do you… do you think you’re going to find yourself in a situation where…” Chat tugged at his collar, causing his bell to jingle merrily. “You think Adrien Agreste is going to be in a position to know how your lip gloss tastes?” He could feel his voice shooting up at the end, but Ladybug seemed too distressed to notice.
“He’ll be able to see it, won’t he? And maybe smell it! And suppose I happen to choose his favorite flavor. Then he might… or suppose I chose his least favorite flavor, and he has to sit there with a clothespin on his nose all night so he can’t smell it! Or what if he’s allergic to apples, and I choose apple and I kiss him and he dies!?”
“He’s not allergic to apples,” Chat replied faintly.
“I know he’s not allergic to apples. That’s just one example of what could go wrong if I don’t plan for every eventuality. What do you think of this one?” She uncapped a tube and thrust it in his face. “Pretend you’re Adrien Agreste and I’m wearing it. What would you think?”
read it on ao3
this fic is a remix of cherry lip balm by @rosekasa as a part of the @mlsquaredance
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The Weather Outside Is Frightful (But You Are So Delightful)
Uh oh! A snowstorm has Ladybug and Adrien snowed in at the hotel. And there's only one bed! 4,900 words, rated G
Ladybug stood behind a line of picked over snack tables, not realizing she was so lost in admiration of Adrien that she’d been slowly lowering her hand, until the napkin she was holding was nearly submerged in a punch bowl. With a yelp, she pulled it out, flecks of red staining the white tablecloth (Why couldn’t it have been a red tablecloth? That was a Christmas color!) and threw the ruined napkin under the table, before looking around and hoping she wouldn’t find anyone watching her.
Everyone seemed like they were having a good time, not paying her any attention. The party was almost over, and they’d all gotten used to her presence, thank goodness. It had been difficult playing the perfect superhero up close like this, under everyone’s scrutiny. Fortunately, there’d been enough splendor and good company to draw their attention.
Mayor Bourgeois’ annual Christmas party at Le Grand Paris was always a sight to behold. The food tables had been piled high with treats from the city’s best restaurants and bakeries. Every surface had been covered with glittering decorations. The guests were all classy and well dressed.
Especially one of them, Adrien. His hair shone in the soft twinkling lights of the Christmas tree next to him. His smile was warm and genuine. And when he laughed, Ladybug heard the music of it carry across the room, just for her.
She savored what she knew were the last moments. In a few minutes, the mayor would come in and thank everyone for coming, and announce that limos were arriving and rooms were ready for the guests spending the night.
Just on cue, a set of polished double doors swung inward. The crowd turned as one, smiles floating and wine glasses sloshing. Mayor Bourgeois tiptoed in, his pale blue tuxedo making his ashen expression all the more grim, and Ladybug’s heart clenched. Years of fights had made her hypersensitive to signs of impending doom.
“Thank you all for coming,” he called over the crowd. “It has been a joyous evening, filled with cheer!”
There were a few scattered claps as he dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief. Several more people murmured in concern.
“A few cars have arrived, however–” He wiped his upper lip. “The storm has arrived sooner than expected. Not to worry! Not to worry!” he said before anyone could panic. No one did. Even Ladybug was relaxing. Just some snow.
“We have plenty of rooms available for those who will be unexpectedly spending the night. Please check in at the front desk if you have any questions.” His dire pronouncement over, the mayor retreated back through the doors, leaving them open for guests to follow through. The howling of the wind, which she hadn’t given any thought to before, shrieked to draw attention to itself. Or tried to. Ladybug still wasn’t paying it any attention. How could she when Adrien was looking so cute? He was adorable when he was concerned.
Partygoers started to trickle through the open door, and as the crowd thinned, she decided it was time to make a move: she would watch him as he waited for his driver.
In the hallway, guests shuffled through the front door out into the storm. Adrien waited patiently, not tapping his toes or drumming his fingers. He was perfectly poised and immaculately dressed.
Ladybug stood by the wall behind him, waiting for the perfect combination of catching Adrien alone and her own rising courage to converge together. But when the time came, the mayor beat her to him. She stalled between them and the safety of the sidelines, close enough to hear their conversation.
“I’m sorry, Monsieur Agreste. I’ve just heard from your father, and your car is stuck.”
“Is the driver all right?”
Ladybug smiled. It was just like Adrien to think of others’ safety before his own convenience.
“Of course, my boy. Merely delayed.”
“Until?”
The mayor cleared his throat. “Until tomorrow. But don’t worry, don’t worry,” he added quickly. “There’s plenty of room for everyone. Come to the front desk and they will fix you up.” And away he scurried to find the next guest.
Which was her.
“Ladybug, thank you so much for coming! It’s a shame my Chloe wasn’t here. You know how much she loves her favorite hero!”
“Yes, I do!” she said with a smile that was even faker than it was wide.
“I insist you stay here for the night! I can’t have our city’s favorite hero subjected to the horrible elements.”
“Thank you, but Chat-”
The wind’s howl rattled the front door, and the mayor wrapped an arm around her shoulders and shuffled her to the front desk. Adrien trailed behind.
Ladybug watched him out of the corner of her eye. He seemed reluctant to get too close, but they were the last two people in line, and she was thankful for the social norms that dictated he come a little closer. By the time Ladybug’s turn came, he was standing only a few feet away.
The receptionist was decorated as elaborately as the hall had been. The Christmas tree perched on her head had lights that twinkled. The bells on her ugly sweater jingled as she typed at the computer. “You are lucky, Ladybug,” she said. “You can have our last room!”
“Oh.” Ladybug stepped to the side, directing the woman’s attention to Adrien behind her. “Please, I don’t need it. Adrien can have the room. I’ve faced worse storms than this fighting akumas.”
The weather begged to differ. Snow pelted the windows so hard she swore she could hear them rattle.
“I can sleep in the lobby,” said a soft voice behind her.
She and the mayor turned to gape at Adrien.
“I mean,” he started. Ladybug flushed as he stared directly at her. “You deserve the room, after everything you’ve done. Paris needs you safe. I can sleep on a couch down here. I don’t mind.” And he smiled as he said it all.
Ladybug wanted her mouth to move and for words to come out, but she didn’t bother trying. The sentences were soup in her brain. Speaking wouldn’t help anything. Fortunately, the mayor came to her rescue.
“We can’t have guests sleeping in the lobby. Check the computer again. There must be something available. An unused adjoining room? A last-minute cancellation?”
The receptionist looked back at him impassively. “I checked three times. Everything is booked.”
“Really,” Adrien offered. “I–”
“No,” Ladybug squeaked. “I can’t– I can go. Now. The room can have Adrien! I mean, Adrien can have Adrien. And the room. They can have each other! Because I’m sure they’re both perfect.”
Ladybug burst through the front doors with a face hot enough to melt all the snow that hit it.
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Within minutes, the storm had covered her in a thin slush, and the wind kept trying to blow her back toward the hotel. She threw her yoyo anyway, up and over the street, and back into the brick wall of the building. A few more throws gave her the same results, until she faceplanted and slid down the smooth surface of glass.
A flurry of movement fluttered on the other side. Sliding glass doors, she realized. With the curtains pulled back to watch the snow.
Before she could peel herself away from the glass, the door opened, and Adrien was extending his hand. If only the storm had swallowed her up. She wasn’t sure if she could live with the shame of having to be rescued from a snowstorm. But she let herself be led inside, unable to refuse Adrien’s shy smile.
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“I can still sleep on the couch downstairs,” he said.
Ladybug was toweling her hair dry. Her hands slowed but only for a minute as she considered what the offer meant. How much she must matter to him.
“You can’t,” she said, her face still hidden by the towel. Which was by design. Her face was warming up again, and it wasn’t because of the suite's electric fireplace.
“I’m sure the mayor-”
“Would say no. And I don’t want to make a fuss. Thank you for offering, but once the wind dies down, I’ll be on my way.”
Even with the curtains drawn, she knew the storm was still raging outside.
“You can’t,” he repeated. “It’s not safe.”
Ladybug peeked out at him from under the towel. Adrien’s eyes were wide at his own outburst. “I’ll be missed at home.” It wasn’t true. She was having a sleepover at Alya’s, but her friend would miss her. It was close enough.
“Why don’t you call to let them know? You can use the bathroom.”
“Yes, thank you. I’ll do that.”
Adrien was the perfect gentleman, as always, leading her to the bathroom and pushing the door open for her. The bathroom was as large as her entire bedroom, with tiled and chrome everything. When she detransformed, warmth rose through her socks. The floor was even heated. Through the door, she could hear Adrien on the phone, talking to the woman on the desk probably, asking where he could stay for the night.
Alya was going to fix that problem for them. She picked up before the first ring ended.
“Girl, what is taking you so long? Did you get stuck out in the storm?”
“Hi to you, too. And yes, kind of. Stuck in the hotel. Adrien’s insisting I stay the night in his room because there’s nowhere else free. I’m going to tell him that my mom definitely needs me at home, though.”
Silence.
Marinette glanced at the door, then whispered. “Alya?”
“I’m locking you out. You’re no longer invited over tonight.”
“Funny.”
“A chance to have a sleepover with Adrien? You’re taking it.”
“I can’t stay here!”
“You don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“You wouldn’t really lock me out.”
The line clicked. Marinette pulled the phone away from her face. Call ended. Alya wouldn’t really lock the doors. If she went over there and knocked on the window… but what if she had told her parents that Marinette was stuck at home, and then how would she explain her appearance the next morning? She huffed in annoyance.
Tikki, who had been admiring all the sweet-smelling soaps, looked over. “Are you staying the night?”
“I shouldn’t, but…”
“It will be fun. Don’t worry.”
Marinette threw her face in her hands. If Tikki, Alya, Adrien, and the weather were all conspiring against her, what could she do? But she couldn’t just… stay. He would have nowhere to sleep. And she’d only talked to him a few minutes but had slipped and tripped over her words like they were covered in banana peels. Or something. Ugh. She ground the heels of her hands against her forehead. Even her thoughts made no sense when he was this close.
A soft knock, followed by Adrien quietly calling her name, didn’t prepare her for him tripping and crashing into the door. It whipped open and crashed into the wall with a crack. Marinette, still not transformed, held in a shriek. Adrien tumbled forward, covering his eyes instead of catching himself. He landed on the floor in a heap.
“I didn’t see anything!”
“Are you hurt?”
“No.” With his eyes firmly closed, he pushed himself to his knees and rubbed at his elbows.
Marinette’s grabbed under his arms. “Let me help you.”
“I can do it. Please, you don’t need to-”
It wasn’t as easy as it would’ve been if she were suited up, but Marinette got Adrien to his feet and guided him toward the door.
“I am so sorry,” he moaned.
“It’s fine,” she said. He hadn’t seen anything. It was fine. But her heart still raced.
“I am already messing everything up. They won’t let me sleep downstairs, and now I almost- I promise I won’t mess up like that again. I am so-”
“Adrien.”
He looked absolutely agonized. She thought she had been the only one who was nervous, but was it possible that he was too?
“Have you ever had a sleepover before?” she asked. She knew he hadn’t.
He shook his head.
“I’ll be right back. I have an idea.”
The door closed with a quiet click. She could push aside her fears to make Adrien feel better. Especially if it was just for one night. Plus, she thought as she transformed, the forced proximity might help her get used to him. And then she could prove to herself that they would be a good couple someday.
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“So, what’s the plan?” Adrien asked. The bed covers were tightly pulled in and the pillows were fluffed to perfection. He sat on the corner of the mattress, stick straight, like he was too uncomfortable on it to make himself at home.
“The plan is to have fun. That’s how sleepovers work.”
“Oh.” He looked around the room, expecting something fun to materialize now that she’d said the word. “What do we do?”
“Haven’t you ever had fun before?”
He spluttered a response. “Of course, but there’s nothing here!”
“Truth or dare!”
Someone out in the hallway laughed while Adrien’s face went white. “Isn’t that game a little dangerous?”
“It’s not that bad,” she said, sitting down on the couch, which was too hard to be comfortable. “I’ll go first. Truth.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, giving himself more time to think of a suitable question. “What do you think of Chat Noir?”
“Come on. That’s an easy one. He’s great. He’s my trusted partner. I would–”
“No, I mean…” A shy, almost sly look crossed his face. “What do you feel about him?”
Ladybug felt her face heat up.
“I’m so sorry,” Adrien said. “I overstepped.”
She was not going to fan her face, even though she wanted to. “No, you get the idea of the game. Good job.”
“I’m bad at sleepovers. Strike two.”
There wasn’t any way to salvage the game. Maybe it would just be easier to suggest something else entirely. “Hide and seek?”
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Adrien stood in the middle of the room, eyes closed and listening for her. When they’d realized there weren’t any good hiding places in the suite, they’d decided on a slightly altered version of the game. Ladybug was standing out in the open, perfectly, and not making a sound. Adrien had stopped moving around the room, hoping to bump into her, and was trying to be more strategic. It wasn’t working.
Ladybug liked this version of the game. It still required effort to find each other. Plus, it gave her a reason to look at him, and she could spend her time admiring him without fear of being caught.
Giving up on listening for her, Adrien started moving again, only to immediately bump into the bed.
“Sorry,” he said, trying to smooth out the covers and only making them more wrinkled.
Ladybug tried to cover a giggle. Adrien pointed right at her.
“Yup, you found me. My turn!”
Adrien blinked as he focused on her, posing in the middle of the room. “Were you there the whole time?”
“The whole time! Definitely didn’t move around when you got close.”
“Cheater.”
This is a good idea, Ladybug thought to herself as she closed her eyes. Her anxiety levels had been easier to manage since telling herself she was helping him, but not looking at him would probably help even more.
She listened, waiting to hear his feet against the carpet or a soft breath. After a few seconds, she took a tentative step forward. Her knee knocked against the side table. There was no echo of laughter to give him away.
Which was good. It meant he wasn’t laughing at her. Right? But what if he was rolling his eyes? She wouldn’t have any way of knowing. What if he thought she was clumsy? Who would want to hang out with a clumsy superhero?
She took a few steps backward, turned, and started in a new direction, only to immediately hit the bed. When did that get there?
Still no sound from Adrien. If she was lucky, he would think that she was doing it on purpose to make him give himself away. And she was luck personified, so it should be fine.
A few more minutes of blindly stumbling through the room yielded no Adrien. Had she been taking too long? It felt like she’d been searching for ten minutes already, and there’d been no trace of him. What if he’d… left?
Would he leave her here? To foolishly flail around the room until she admitted defeat?
Suddenly, his adamant desire to sleep in the lobby made sense. He wasn’t being a gentleman. He just wanted to get away from her.
A crash right behind her made her jump backward and fall into him, knocking them both to the ground.
Ladybug scrambled up, but Adrien stayed on the ground, hands over his face, the lamp he’d knocked off the table in three pieces next to him. “Third strike,” he said. One hand left his face to pull out his phone.
“Hey,” she said, wrapping her hand around his before he could dial. Adrien stilled.
They were making each other anxious. What would Chat Noir do in a situation like this? Well, they wouldn’t have been in a situation like this to begin with, that was for certain. He would set everyone at ease with a bad joke and a carefree laugh.
“Adrien.” She waited until he was looking at her. “They won’t let you sleep in the lobby.” Still holding his hand over his phone, she pulled him up. “Guess you’ll have to sleep in the hall.” Then pointed to the sliding glass door. “Or maybe out on the balcony.”
It was an effort to keep her face straight, even as his eyes went wide and he pulled away, slipping his hand out from under hers. His gaze darted down to his phone, and once he was distracted, she lunged for a pillow, smacking it into his face.
Adrien was already unsteady on his feet, and the pillow sent him two steps backward. The force of the hit sent his hair flying up every which way, and Ladybug had to laugh. “It looks like you’re wearing cat ears.”
His hands jerked up to fix it, but Ladybug stopped him with a hasty “Don’t move!” and a flick of the wrist to bring out her yoyo. Before he’d lowered his hands, she’d taken a picture and was showing it to him. He couldn’t help but laugh too. She hit him with the pillow again, pushing him back until he sat on the couch.
Chat Noir would also give her a pep talk, telling her how great she was and how much he believed in her. So she crouched down, placing a hand on his knee and looking up into his face. “You are not messing up the sleepover. And you don’t need to do anything except be yourself and be here, and you are great at doing both of those things.”
There were five decorative pillows on the couch, each with a beaded picture of a Christmas item. Adrien grabbed the star one and held it to his stomach, looking down. Maybe he’d needed to hear this more than she’d realized. She craned her neck until she was in his line of sight again.
“I don’t mind if you mess up. I mess up all the time! Didn’t you hear me stumbling over my words all night? I think this is the longest I’ve ever talked to you without getting tongue tied. I’m a total disaster! Ask Chat. He’ll tell you.” She sat back a little, letting him have his space while he took in her words. “So I won’t hold it against you if–”
The pillow lashed out, hitting her square in the face and knocking her backward onto the ground.
And the pillow fight was on.
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“Oops. I dropped the lipstick,” Ladybug said.
Adrien didn’t flinch and didn’t open his eyes, just raised a shoulder slowly. Always the perfect model. Even if she was the only one who would see her makeup job. “Did it get on the blankets?” he asked.
She flicked it aside to check. “Yes.”
“It’s fine. I’ll pay the staff to dry clean it.”
“Or you can tell them I did it and they probably won’t charge you.”
“I will gladly take this hit for you.”
“Your father’s wallet is taking the hit.” She picked up the lipstick and twisted the cap back on, then grabbed an eyebrow pencil. “Do blankets need to be dry cleaned? How much would that even cost?”
“I don’t know how much anything costs,” he said.
He sneezed, knocking Ladybug’s hand so she gave him a unibrow. Oh well. It matched everything else she was doing to him.
It was the feathers’ fault. They were really to blame for everything that had gone wrong tonight, not her or Adrien. Messed up makeup. A pillow fight ended early. Flecks of white still dotting the carpet. One of the pillows had started leaking after a few minutes of abuse. They’d picked up as much as they could, shoving the evidence back into the ripped corner.
“I think I’m done,” she announced, grabbing his chin, “and I think it’s better than what you did to my poor face.”
Adrien quirked a lip that was generously coated in lipstick. (Which had been generously donated by Chloe, after Adrien had told Ladybug where his childhood friend kept the extras stashed and convinced her that Chloe wouldn’t ever miss them.)
“I told you I didn’t know what I was doing,” he said. “So really, it was your own fault.”
“All those years of modeling and makeup. I would have expected you to be an expert.”
“An expert at sitting still and doing nothing.”
“You were a marvelous subject,” she said, “and I have created a work of art.” She tugged on his arm until he stood and let himself be dragged into the bathroom, where he could admire himself in the large mirrors.
A pale white face, heavily blushed cheeks, and the cherry on top was a bright red nose. She only wished Chloe owned a rainbow wig she could have borrowed, too.
“You have tried to make me ugly,” he said, “but you have failed.”
“I did,” she admitted. “And you’re right. You are a beautiful clown.”
“My highest aspiration in life. How did you know?”
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Adrien rudely interrupted her five-star impression of a chicken by grabbing her face and wiping the blush off one cheek.
“If you didn’t want to hear it,” she complained, “you should have picked something else.”
Even though the only bit of makeup still on his face was the gigantic red lips, that couldn’t detract from his beautiful smile. “Truth,” he said.
Ladybug tapped her chin. “If you were a superhero…”
Adrien went very still.
“What superpower would you want to have?”
He leaned back on the pillows propped against the headboard. “I thought you were supposed to ask super embarrassing, invasive things in this game.”
Ladybug sat cross-legged in front of him on top of the wrinkled, lipstick-stained covers. “I mean, if you don’t appreciate the mercy I’m show you, then–”
“Would it be terrible to say I wish I could make it snow forever?”
If the heat filling her chest could cancel out the storm, it would have been over within seconds. “Probably, but I wouldn’t hold it against you.”
They’d only inhabited the room for a few hours, they didn’t have any of their belongings, and already it looked like they’d moved in. Pictures were askew, the leftover dishes from their shared dinner were scattered across the couch and floor, extra pillows dotted the carpet (because how could they have gotten to the bathroom when the floor was lava without those pillow life rafts?), the fire in the electric fireplace bathed them with light and warmth, and snow drifted against the glass door, muffling the sounds of the storm. It was feeling cozy inside their little oasis, despite the cold a few feet away.
“Truth,” Ladybug said.
“Based on your earlier response, I’m going to go ahead and say you and Chat Noir are a steady couple.”
She rolled her eyes. How different her reaction had been the last time he’d brought this up. Had it really only been a few hours ago? “I’m not starting any rumors here.”
“I promise I won’t go to the tabloids with the details of your deep, committed relationship.”
“Don’t they usually come to you?”
“Are you going to let me ask my question?” he said. “Or are you, noble defender of truth, trying to evade?”
She waved at him to continue.
He cleared his throat and leaned forward. “In the unfortunate event that you and Chat Noir break up–”
Ladybug snorted.
“Would you ever consider going out with me?”
That wasn’t the direction she’d been expecting his question to take, and she felt her giddiness rise along with the blood that was flooding her face. Playing it cool was probably the best response. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Yes, maybe.”
“Yes? I heard a yes.”
The night was going so well. They were getting so comfortable with each other, all hints of anxiety gone. And he was asking questions like this. Maybe, when they were older and all the miraculous were safely in her possession, they really would live happily ever after. The possibility felt closer than it ever had before.
His yawn interrupted her musing.
“Oh, we didn’t figure out the sleeping situation. I didn’t realize how late it was,” she said, looking over at the clock.
“I’m sleeping on our couch, obviously.”
“You really want that experience.”
“I don’t want to miss out. It sounds glamorous. But I can’t go to sleep yet. We haven’t watched a single movie! And I’ve been building my list all night.” He yawned again and stretched.
“You going to last that long?”
“Of course.”
He flung the covers back. The inside sheets were still pristine and white, almost too nice to get comfortable in. Almost. Ladybug didn’t hesitate when Adrien instructed her to sit back and relax while he started the first movie and hit the lights. The pigtails were uncomfortable while lying down, and she carefully picked them out. She left the blankets where they were, pooled on the foot of the bed, at first poking her toes underneath them, then sliding down farther, until her ankles and knees were covered, hoping he would get the hint and pull them over her, and lie down next to her, of course.
He didn’t.
Of course.
Adrien came back, kneeling with his back to her on the heap of blankets. The movie titles flashed across the screen, adding another layer of flickering light to the fire’s glow. When he found the one he wanted, he leaned back on the pillow next to hers, leaving a respectable amount of space, because Adrien was always the perfect paramount gentleman.
But after how far they’d come in such a short amount of time, Ladybug was comfortable enough - confident enough - to scoot closer to him and rest her head against his shoulder. He tensed, then relaxed, Ladybug’s head sinking lower as his shoulders returned to their natural slope.
Neither of them moved for a few minutes, pretending to watch the movie in silence. Ladybug had her eyes closed, listening to the sound of the wind, which didn’t quite drown out the sound of Adrien’s breathing, and trying to memorize exactly what it felt like to be near him like this, the press of his shirt against her face, the warmth of his body.
Adrien, finally, pulled up the blankets.
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Ladybug blinked in the darkness, confused.
Nothing was moving. She thought there had been some movement, but there was nothing in the room. The fire had died down to a low glow. The movie was paused. The wind whistled, high and shrill outside. She rolled onto her side, and then jumped backward when she nearly rolled over Adrien. And he’d been so sure he would stay awake for his whole list.
Carefully, so she wouldn’t risk waking him up or making him shift away from her, she weaved an arm under the covers and across his stomach.
Her last thought before drifting off again was how peaceful he looked, how cute he was, even if he did sleep with his mouth open.
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When Ladybug woke up again, Adrien was already awake, as firmly wrapped around her as she was around him.
“Merry Christmas, Ladybug,” he said, smiling at the ceiling.
The sheets and blankets twisted around them, tethering them together. Pillows were pooled on the floor. Feathers spilled onto the ground. Splotches of makeup peppered the carpet around where the compact had fallen.
She felt his eyes on her, watching her take in the state of the room, before he let go of her and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “We kind of made a mess,” he said.
She grabbed his arm, bringing it back down to its home around her waist. “It’s a beautiful mess.”
He laughed. “I would have disagreed with you yesterday, but you’re right.” He rested his cheek against her hair and sighed happily. “And we can clean it up together.”
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Author's note: This story is a remix of @thelibraryloser's fic "Since We've No Place to Go (Let it Snow)." Thank you for your wonderful fic! And thank you to @mlsquaredance for hosting this fun event.
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The left side of her face
I finally finished my remix for the ML Square Dance event! The original is The right side of his face by @hamsternamedmarinette. Go read that first, it's great!
"Good that you took the high road, Chat Noir”
Adrien let out a small gasp as he realised who had just sat down next to him on the end of the half-finished bridge. This construction site was empty and closed due to a strike, so he had fully expected to remain completely alone until patrol started, in an hour, half a kilometre from here. Still, somehow, she found him.
"Hey, it’s pretty cool back here”, she said as she took in the view over the Seine.
"I didn’t expect you here, milady. What’s up?”
"Oh, I had some stuff to do in the area, and got done quicker than expected. The Ladyblog said you were in the area, so I thought I’d take a look.”
He wanted nothing more than to hear what stuff she was doing. Who was she when she wasn’t in the red and black suit? Was she helping her friends with her homework? Designing CD covers? Sewing dresses? Making friendship bracelets? Ice skating? His mind was reeling with possibilities. But that’s what they would have to remain, for now. All he could know was that it was definitely something cool.
"So what I’m hearing is you missed me?"
She grinned. "Just making sure you don’t get your tail stuck anywhere.”
"Ow, my lady, you wound me!”, he said with mock indignation. "So, if you’re here, should we start the patrol now?”
She looked at her wrist, and paused as she realised that she didn’t have a watch.
"Well… we still have a couple of minutes, I think”, she said. "Not that we’re on a schedule anyway. What do you normally do when you’re here, waiting for me?”
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reserved - mlsquaredance2023
inspired by enthusiasm by sariahsue for @mlsquaredance
“Don’t you think,” he coughed, a blush creeping up his cheeks, “this kind of thing should be.. reserved for my girlfriend?” He gestured to their poses.
A squeak came from her mouth and her knees buckled, but surprisingly still had no struggle keeping Adrien up.
“You know, you could always be my girlfriend.”
Ladybug, saviour of Paris and local damsel-in-distress Adrien Agreste, suggests he gets a fake girlfriend to ward off his zombie fans. While lovingly holding him in her arms, of course. Adrien, far too comfortable in her arms, suggests it could be her.
Introducing your superheroine pretend-girlfriend to your strict, uninterested father is a bit harder than Adrien realises.
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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: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Identity Reveal, Identity Reveal, Trapped, Chat Noir Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Lady Noir, Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Summary:
Adrien and Marinette are trapped under a building when an akuma attacks. Adrien hopes Ladybug will fix everything without needing Chat Noir. Marinette hopes Chat Noir can get her out so she can fix everything.
This is a remix of Crushed by P_Artsypants! I had this like 90% done for over a month... and then I wrote a bit more than the last 10% I had planned. Seriously though read Crushed, I got to reread it so many times while I was writing this and it was amazing every time.
@mlsquaredance
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Can we all just agree that the New York Special Dance scene just evokes the climatic dance scene from Casper?
Because now I am wondering what else specific from my childhood that the writers have watched that I’m going to find more Easter eggs when looking back.
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Seeing the Bees finally get that kiss (no I won’t say this is the thing that made them canon, they were already canon y’all just won’t accept a queer ship as canon until they kiss) and seeing everyone rejoice is an odd feeling because I’ve long since been burned out on being invested in them as a couple. I’ve been in this fandom since volume 2 was released, and I’ve seen so many ship wars involving the Bees get really nasty, plus 10 years is a long time to ask me to stay invested in a slow burn, and it all kind of ruined the ship for me, or at least killed my excitement for it. I’m happy for y’all, really, but I just find myself unable to care beyond the relief that the arguing over them being queerbaiting can finally stop.
#this happens to me a lot with popular ships#aggressive fans have a tendency to ruin otherwise decent ships for me#and shows that take too long to just let the couple be canon are exhausting#it's also why i've stopped being invested in the love square of ML#watching characters dance around their feelings for seasons and seasons is fucking boring#not tagging the fandom (if you go here you know what i'm talking about when i say bees)#the fandom is a hellscape of toxicity and i want no part in it#am i already inviting drama by posting this at all?#maybe#but starting drama with me will just get you blocked
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There's only one week left until the posting period of our remixes starts! From our dance writers, you can look forward to remixes to the following fics:
✮ you're all that i want (when you're lying here in my arms) by @jennagrinsoverml
✮ The right side of his face by @hamsternamedmarinette
✮ Mint To Be by @coffeebanana
✮ A Friend Like That by @trainsinanime
✮ A Miraculous Reveal by @kasienda
✮ dared not to remember your name (you found me anyway) by @chocoluckchipz
✮ cherry lip balm by @rosekasa
✮ Hamster (Adrienette April 2022) by @aanabear2803
✮ pretty lady, look at how he's smiling by @ladyofthenoodle
✮ Friendly Presents and Sickly Kisses by @wyomingparmesan
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A Bad Dream [Remix]
part of the @mlsquaredance 2023 Buffet Remixes
Remixed from A Bad Dream by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette)
beta'd by @wield-the-mighty-pen
Read on Ao3 or below!
Adrien woke suddenly, shirt and sheets clinging to a layer of sweat, and breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His mouth tasted like blood and he couldn't move, not at first.
Slowly, his body caught up with his mind, and he was able to sit up and gather his breath. But the taste in his mouth lingered, and the panic that began in his gut crawled through his chest and up his throat, even as he tried to swallow it down.
He glanced down at his hands where he gripped the bedsheet as tightly as he had gripped Ladybug’s lifeless body in his dream. His silver ring glinted in the moonlight, its destructive power belied by its plain, unassuming band.
Normally, the power of Chat Noir was a comfort, a taste of freedom, but tonight the sight of the ring on his finger turned his stomach into a new set of knots. He yanked the ring off and hurled it into the darkness of his bedroom. He heard it clink against the floor, bounce against the wooden slats, and roll onto the rug somewhere beneath his couch.
Even without the weight of the ring, his panic wouldn’t fade. His heart still pounded like a hummingbird caught in a bramble. He could even feel thorns tearing into his chest.
He reached for his phone, certain that if he called Marinette now, he would feel better. He didn’t have to tell her what he dreamed about; he only had to hear her voice and lose himself in her passion and drive. He would only have to ask her what she was working on, and in thirty minutes, he would feel set right.
But he couldn’t bring himself to call her. His thumb hovered over her image for a moment before he finally at least managed to text her. Nothing demanding, nothing vulnerable. Just a simple, Are you awake?
She probably was. She was probably finishing homework or a design or a costume piece. But the night stretched on, and Marinette did not reply. And Adrien’s panic still pulsed through his veins.
Adrien climbed out of bed and pushed open one of the grand window panes. The cool evening air provided some relief. He leaned against the smooth glass and tried not to think about how many nights he had slipped away in Chat Noir’s guise. He would go out as Chat again sooner or later, but right now it didn't feel safe.
As he leaned against the window and drank in the night with heavy, long breaths, a familiar sound drifted into his room. A rhythmic thwip and spin that he knew too well.
Ladybug was nearby.
He listened to her drop and recall her yo-yo with a rhythm as consistent as his own long, heavy breaths. In and out together, like every inhale of his breath ended in the clutch of her hands. What was she doing? And where was she?
He looked across the grounds of his family’s manor but saw nothing out of place. It certainly sounded like she was above him.
Adrien climbed onto the roof of his house and found Ladybug pacing as she flicked her yo-yo back and forth, catching it perfectly on every recall—until she saw him just as she jerked her wrist back. The yo-yo sailed past her unprepared palm and smacked her in the face.
Ladybug hadn't changed much since the day that Adrien had first put on his miraculous. She’d grown more confident in her abilities and more trusting of others, of course, but he had always seen those strengths in her, even when she hadn't seen them in herself.
He was the one who had changed. He still felt the familiar twinge of longing in his chest when he looked at her, but his heart didn’t sing the way it once had. His world didn’t light up just because she smiled at him. Those feelings were with someone else now.
Someone who didn’t seem interested in answering her phone.
Adrien pulled himself up onto the roof. It wasn’t as easy of a climb without the help of Chat Noir’s power as he might have liked, but he managed it. He couldn’t quite bring himself to stand up, though, opting instead to sit on the narrow stretch of flat roof. He knew that if he did fall, he would not be able to call on Chat’s power to help him. “What are you doing up here, Ladybug?”
“Nothing! I mean—patrolling!” Her voice was a little too high and a little too fast as she manually wound her yo-yo back together. “Just patrolling, you know, normal superhero things! Because that's what I do. As a superhero. Patrol.”
“And did you find anything dangerous on my roof?”
“All safe and sound! So I'll be moving on…” But as she turned, she tipped her head to one side and looked at him properly. It was a look Adrien had always adored, had even fallen in love with once. There was a puzzle turning through her head, and she was determined to make sense of it.
“What are you doing up here?” Ladybug asked, as if it had just occurred to her that maybe climbing up onto the roof in the middle of the night was not normal for most people.
“Nothing,” he said, and leaned back on his hands as he stared up at her. It was so easy to remember why he had fallen in love with her when he saw her in the moonlight like this. The worry that creased her brow was so familiar. She’d done nothing but look worried these last few months, and that worry had not eased, not even since Hawk Moth’s defeat. It couldn’t, not with the butterfly miraculous still missing.
His own heart shuddered at the thought, but he tried to keep a small smile on his face. “You really don't have to worry about me, Ladybug. But I appreciate you coming out to check on me.”
She stammered on an excuse, but she couldn’t seem to find the words to deny that was why she had really come.
The last time they had talked, she had told him how his father had died fighting Hawk Moth, and she’d given him his parents’ wedding bands. She hadn’t offered him any details, other than to tell him that his father wanted Adrien to remember the best of him. That small wish belied a mountain of complexity that Adrien wasn't quite ready to dig through.
He’d tried to press her for details as Chat Noir, but she’d been tight-lipped, even with her partner.
When Ladybug gave up floundering for an excuse, she sighed and dropped to her knees beside him. “You really are alright, though?” The way her brow furrowed beneath her mask reminded him of the girl who had stood on top of the stadium and panicked her way through their very first fight. It reminded him of Marinette working through a difficult project.
Adrien ran his hand through his hair and looked away. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, though fine was probably not the best word to describe the complexity of his feelings. When she didn't say anything else, he felt compelled to fill the silence. “I just had a bad dream. Needed some fresh air. But I already feel safer, knowing you're right here,” he added hastily, though it was a half-truth at best.
Seeing her alive and breathing was a relief, but the knowledge that he could still hurt her pricked against his skin like a bed of needles.
She reached for his hand, something soft and sad blooming in her eyes. Adrien resisted the urge to pull away.
“Nightormenter was hard on all of us,” she said. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more to stop him sooner—”
“I keep having it.” His heart stuttered as her fingers brushed the space where his ring should have been. “I keep dreaming that I’ve been akumatized. That… I hurt you.”
Her fingers inspected the pale strip of skin left behind by Chat Noir’s band, but her eyes remained focused on him. “I won’t let that happen.”
“In my dream, the world is destroyed. And the moon is split in two from whatever power Hawk Moth gave to me—”
Her breath hitched in her throat and she squeezed his hand. “I—” she bit down on her lower lip and looked at their hands laced together. When she spoke again, her voice was soft and guarded. “Sometimes, I dream that there’s an akuma to end the world, too.”
“And what do you do in those dreams?”
“I fight—well, I run. And I try to save him.”
“Him?”
“My… partner.”
“You dream about Chat Noir getting akumatized? What happens?”
“Well, the world ends—but you don’t have to worry. Hawk Moth is gone now.” Her hand drifted up to his face and his heart stuttered in his chest in an entirely new way. She brushed his cheek and said, “I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”
But he was more concerned about her. “Ladybug, when the world ends in my dream, you’re dead in my arms.”
She leaned in closer. An earlier version of Adrien might have leaned in, too.
“No one’s going to akumatize you,” she whispered.
“I think part of why it’s so terrifying is that I… I’ve never been akumatized before.”
But instead of reassuring him again, something in her eyes flickered, like panic, and she pulled away. She squeezed his hand once before letting go.
“I promise that I’ll protect you, Adrien.”
As Ladybug got to her feet, Adrien’s heart pounded in his chest. “Wait—”
He stood and reached for her. His hand closed around her wrist even as his feet slipped against the slick roof tiles. He used her firm weight to keep his balance. “Ladybug, what aren’t you telling me? What was your dream about?”
But she refused to turn and look at him. He had only the tight coil in her shoulders to tell him that she was keeping something from him.
“I dreamed that my partner knew my name.” Her voice was so soft, Adrien had to strain to hear it. “And somehow that knowledge led him to become akumatized, and he destroyed the world. And he destroyed me. But it was just a bad dream.” Despite her attempt to soften the terror of her words, she sounded on the brink of tears. “There’s no more Hawk Moth,” she continued, “and I’m going to recover the butterfly and make sure that there are no more akumas. And everything’s going to be okay, Adrien. I promise that everything’s going to be okay.”
She tried to pull away, but Adrien was afraid to let her go. He wanted to ensure that everything was going to be okay, too, and he could do that as long as she was here at his side, and as long as he wasn’t wearing his ring.
He struggled to find breath for his words, but in the barest whisper, he managed, “And how do you trust your partner after a dream like that?” He wanted to know how he was supposed to trust himself.
She hesitated, and Adrien saw suddenly just how strongly mistrust still lived in that tight space between her shoulders. She didn’t trust Chat Noir, and it was no wonder she had grown distant even before she had taken on the responsibility of being the Guardian.
“We keep our identities secret from each other,” she said, “and for good reason. We trust each other because we have to. I don’t blame him for Hawk Moth taking advantage of him—” She hesitated, then amended: “I don’t blame him for a dream I had where Hawk Moth took advantage of him. You shouldn’t blame yourself for a bad dream, either.”
Adrien swallowed hard. He wanted to trust her words, to trust her promises. But it was so hard when there were still secrets between them. He couldn’t blame her for keeping parts of herself from him, though, especially not when he now had a glimpse of why she was so adamant about keeping her secrets.
“Good night, Adrien,” she said, and pulled her hand away.
His feet slipped out from under him and he fell. Before he even had a moment to panic, before he even quite registered that he was falling from his own roof, Ladybug’s yo-yo was around his waist. But she didn’t pull him back up. She lowered him down to his own window, and once he was safely inside, he heard the thwip of her line being tossed then a zip that faded out into the night.
She’d protected him. She’d promised that she would always protect him. He had to trust that somehow, she’d protect him from being akumatized, too.
He used his phone’s light to find his ring under his couch and slid it back onto his finger as he collapsed into bed. Sleep, though, was a distant thought. His mind turned his conversation with Ladybug over in his head, like a music box wound to its tightest coil. Did it matter that they had both had the same dream? Why had she been so upset when he’d mentioned that he had never been akumatized before?
His phone buzzed in his hand and Adrien answered it without thinking, only to be pleasantly surprised when Marinette’s face filled his screen.
“Hi,” he smiled.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t see your text,” she said. “I’m definitely awake! I mean, obviously I’m awake. And you’re awake! I mean, of course you are, because you texted me! Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, and at least in that moment, at least as he looked at Marinette, it was true. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just had a bad dream.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I think I just want to forget about it. Tell me why you’re up so late.”
Eagerly, Marinette launched into a story about her design for a new fashion contest that Tsurugi was putting together to help rebrand Gabriel. She went over her drafts, the lines, the colors, the textures. Adrien could have fallen asleep listening to her talk, like her monologue was his own personalized lullaby. And maybe, if it had just been a phone call, he would have. But the way her eyes lit up when she talked made his world too bright for sleep. He was content to watch and listen. At least for now, Marinette was protection enough. He was never going to be akumatized as long as he had her.
#miraculous square dance 2023#ml square dance#ladrien#ml fic remix#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug fic#ml fanfic#ml fic#ml
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Linking this story again because it’s amazing
#mlb#reread#ml square dance#ladynoir#partial reveal#enemies to lovers#one bed#sentiadrien#hurt/comfort
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im actually so in love with the ml square dance event
#like even aside from the fact i just genuinely adore all the mods involved beyond just fandom and theyre all some of the best people ive#ever met#but even just going through the submissions fills me with joy#because you read a fic summary and youre like WHOA. THIS IS SO GOOD#then you go to the remixed fic/the original fic and you're like OH MY GOD. THIS BUT WITH A DIFFERENT CORNER??#like i know that's the whole freaking point of the event but i dont think i realised how DELICIOUSLY it would hit until experiencing it#anyway it just makes me really happy. im enjoying reading fics so much right now and a lot of it is bc of this ebent#*event#ml square dance 2023#♡alizeh talks♡
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This looks like such a normal house. It looks like a development I once lived in. It was built in 2007 in Calhoun, Tennessee, but there's nothing ordinary about it. 3bds, 4.5ba, $424,900.
I was not expecting this. Do you see how the tile curves where it meets the wood? Interesting.
This is actually the kitchen.
Believe it or not, those 3 arches are the kitchen.
Check this out- they took the appliances, but if you want to go to the fridge, you go to the alcove on the left. To cook, you go to the one on the right where the stove is. Then, when it's time to load the dishwasher, that's in the middle pantry. How inconvenient is this? Running back & forth, in and out. What psycho designed this kitchen?
If you need water to cook, the sink is in here. I have never seen anything like this.
Double-sided fireplace so you can enjoy it in the kitchen and the living room. Stairs to the bedrooms are on the right.
I think that this is the primary bedroom. Is that a window above the double window?
The en-suite bath and closet.
The rooms are such odd shapes. What's up with the floor? Did they "pickle" it with white paint?
This room has a large deck.
Very large bath, too. Either the new owner has to take a toothbrush to that grout or have it redone.
The hallway has a bookshelf wall.
This bedroom seems to have a dance floor. What is that white tile? A pattern? Honestly, it looks like 1st base.
This room has a tile floor and a small en-suite.
Stairs to the rec room.
This is a very large space and you can walk right out to the yard.
There's a bathroom down here, also. Why do they put teeny tanks on the new toilets? They look out of proportion.
You can see from the back of the house that the ground floor is partially underground. There's a garage, but no driveway, just lawn.
The patio is attached to a 2 car garage.
The lighting on the ceiling is pretty cool.
This home and the neighbors are in a clearing and this particular home has 5.3 acres of land.
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