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niphredil-14 · 4 years

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Arthur, Napoleon, Leonardo, and Comte With an S/o Who Kicks Ass In a Cat Fight

Requested by: @hitsuhina4ever

I am so sorry, I couldn’t think of anything for Theo! My bad!!

Arthur: Now, women fight much differently in the twenty first century than they did in older generations. So, no wonder Arthur was caught off guard when he witnessed the absolute monster that you are when one of his ex-flings starts shit with you. “He’s mine, you whore! Mine!” The girl shouted, drawing attention to you and your boyfriend who were standing across from a hysterical, jealous woman in a bright dress. Arthur was about to step in, but was left with no time to as you pulled him into a deep kiss with your hand entangled into his hair and his arms around your waist, all while you stared the woman down. After a few seconds, you pulled apart, with a string of saliva still connecting your lips. “If he were yours, sweetie, I wouldn’t be able to do that, now would I?” You spoke confidently, placing a hand on your tilted hip and smirking in such a way that would put Theo to shame. The woman let out a shriek and rushed forward, raising a hand to slap you. Her hand was easily dodged, however, and it was no more difficult to deliver a swift punch to her jaw, that was much stronger than expected, and sent her sprawling onto the pavement, dizzy, and almost unconscious. Vic barked happily, but his master was left speechless, watching you wring out your wrist and dust off your skirt. It wasn’t until you walked up to him, intertwined your fingers with his, and asked if he was ready to go, that he started freaking out, marveling at your skill, but then telling you that you could’ve gotten hurt. You better believe that he is taking you right home to check you over and make sure that you aren’t hurt, despite the fact that your opponent didn’t lay even a single hit on you.

Napoleon: Napoleon wasn’t even there when the fight began. You had gone out to buy groceries when a lady decided to start talking shit, and if being from the age of the internet has taught you anything, it’s how to yeet a bitch into oblivion. Napoleon had also been out, teaching his fencing classes when he heard shrieking and yelling. He told his students to stay put before he went out to investigate. Needless to say he was surprised to see you side stepping a punch, only to grab to woman you were fighting’s upper arm with one hand, and lower forearm with the other, only to proceed to literally throw her over your shoulder, face first into the ground. It wasn’t until you placed your heel atop her skull and yelled, “Talk shit again, hoe! I fuckin’ dare you!” That the emperor decided to step in. He gently placed a hand on your upper arm and pulled you off of the woman. “Come on, Nunuche. Let’s go, you can tell me what happened later. He’ll take you back to his fencing class, and afterwards will help you finish grocery shopping before taking you home. He’s wasn’t that surprised that you’re strong, he’s seen that fire in your eyes, he knew you could kick ass.

Leonardo: Leonardo hates the idea of you getting hurt, so he has always tried to diffuse any situations where you might end up in a fight. Luckily for you, though, your dear boyfriend wasn’t around to get in the way of your fight this time. It wasn’t even your fault! That woman should have known better to talk shit when you were in a pissy mood. All that, “Leonardo deserves so much better than you!” Shit. She really should have seen that punch coming. Even though she didn’t expect your fist colliding with her stomach, she was more than ready to come springing back, claws out, all for a good cat fight. A second punch to the boob, and a kick to he gut, followed by a leg sweep was enough to get her to walk (read: hobble) off. It was only when you turned around, about to walk off, that you saw Leonardo in the crowd, approaching you. He was surprised, he knew you were strong, but he didn’t realize the true extent of your strength. His surprise was overtaken by his worry when he saw the slight bit of blood dripping down your cheek from your opponent’s nails. He quickened his leisurely pace to a near-sprint, only to lightly trace your cut with his fingertip, picking up a bit of the blood onto his index finger. Though his thirst was screaming at him, he still refused to drink your blood, and instead opted for picking you up in his arms, bridal style, quietly whispering, “Cara mia...” and walking you home to the mansion.

Comte: You had been forced to watch woman after woman flirt with your boyfriend. Sure, the ceiling was a glimmering gold, making it seem as though you were standing right below the sun, and the food and drink were not only refreshing and nourishing, but also delicious, but none of that made any difference when your skin was practically turning green with envy. The current woman was much bolder than the previous ones, and had the audacity to place her hand on your man’s chest. That was when you passed your drink over to Leonardo, who had attended the ball with you and Comte, and now was standing next to you at the food table, making up stories about each woman daring or stupid enough to attempt to sway a taken man into adultery. And in his defense, his company had helped you cope with watching Comte and his flock of female fans for some time, but this one had gone too far, and it was time for you to step in. You eased the scowl from your face, and in its place put that signature fake smile that most people from the twenty-first century can do as easily as breathing, and waltzed forward, towards your lover. When you reached him, you gracefully grabbed hold of his elbow and upper arm while pressing your chest into him, and greeting his ‘fan’ with, “Oh, hello! I see you’ve met my boyfriend. Isn’t he just so sweet?” The woman scowled, before replacing it with a snake-y smile to match your own, and then excused herself. With your man looking only at you now, you pulled him down for a deep kiss before pulling away and excusing yourself to the bathroom with the excuse of, “Leonardo gave me way too much wine while we were forced to watch you with those hoes. I’ll be right back.” You went and did your business in peace, but was greeted with an unsightly face upon your exit. A few exchanged words with one another, and a jealous spat had turned into a cat fight. She couldn’t compare to you, and was getting her arse handed to her. She went for one final punch, hoping to land at least one, when your lover appeared in front of you, catching her hand before it could hit you. You were having none of that, though, you didn’t need to be saved. So, you ducked under his arm and delivered a swift upper cut to her jaw, sending he to the floor. That’s when Comte decided that this was the time to leave, and went with you to round up Leonardo, only to find him asleep in a spare room. The two of you knew better than to wake him, and figured he’d get home just fine on his own. When you were in the carriage however, he confronted you. He cradled your face in his large, warm hands, and softly said, “You know you have nothing to be jealous of, ma cherie, you are the only one in my heart.” To which you leaned your head into his hands, closed your eyes, and sighed.

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cozycryptidcorner · 4 years

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Shark Merfolk Boyfriend

Hey guys- here’s the first place winner of the raffle! Sorry I’ve been MIA for a little while, school and family stuff has had be busy af this month. Hope you enjoy this story about a smartass shark merfolk with a gender neutral reader.

The train from the coastline to the Center takes well over an hour, the lights of the cars dim enough so the passengers can look out windows and into the depths. The glass that protects the track network is thick and military-grade, strong enough not to crack underneath the pressure of the ocean. You don’t mind the time it takes to get there, it gives you a moment to breathe, or finish up any last-minute projects. The paperwork at the Center can be a bitch, and it seems like everyone is running behind on it, even you. So while the wheels on the tracks whirl and moan, you have your laptop out, fingers flying across the keys as you electronically sign off a thing or two.

The shriek of the breaks is dulled significantly by the padding of the train’s walls, but you still hear the barest echo of the slowing wheels. There, out the window, you can see the lights shimmering through the currents, shadows of creatures swimming to and fro dancing on the edge of your vision. Carefully, you start placing your work things back into your bag, placing the strap on your shoulder as the cars come to a final stop. The intercom buzzes as someone’s recorded voice announces this as the Center, reminding tourists to calmly file towards the main lobby for the tours and special bundle deals for the whole family.

You watch your step as you get off, helping a mother carry a rather bulky stroller down the steep stairs while her toddler coos at the bright lights hanging overhead. Instead of following the crowd, most of them just curious passersby here to spend a long day, you scan an employee’s pass on a nearby elevator, stepping in and pressing your floor when the doors close. The labs are a lower level down, far from the loud shrieking of children and the aghast staring of couples as they look into the many different aquatic exhibits. You are similar to them in that you are here to be a spectator, though the reasons are vastly different.

The wetsuit waiting for you in the locker room is cold and wet, as it hadn’t managed to dry from when you left it the night before. You don’t think you’ve put that thing on while it was dry since you first got it, but it doesn’t matter so much once you get it on. It traps the heat from your body, keeping you warm despite the obvious chill deep seawater brings. You step into the main hall, barefoot and with your water shoes in hand, looking over at the adjoining waterway the merfolk use to get around. Someone waits for you, skin a dark shade of blue-gray, teeth sharp and layered in rows in his mouth.

“Hey,” you say, holding your bookbag slightly away from your body, so it doesn’t soak through. “How’d your night go?”

“Oh, you know,” Kanoa says, baring his razor-sharp teeth in a greeting smile, “the same. I watched a- what was it called... RIP Vine compilation for the Chaotic Good. I also learned a new human word: yeet.”

“Hm, interesting.” You bite your bottom lip, looking over the day’s agenda. “You are aware of the proper use of that word, right?”

“Of course, doctor. I would demonstrate, but I have nothing to throw besides an expensive, government-issued tablet.”

“Please don’t,” you are tempted to laugh, but hold everything together for the sake of a professional persona. “Management will not be particularly pleased about that. Our mysterious benefactor’s money can only go so far.”

When you walk, Kanoa follows alongside in the waterway, tail flicking for movement. You know that he could easily outpace you is he wanted, there have been some foot races up and down the halls just for the sake of fun. The merfolk are typically the ones who come out winning, their slick, long bodies perfect examples of speed and agility. Still, there isn’t any use in outrunning your partner when they can barely keep up, so Kanoa matches your rate of steps, looking over his tablet with a furrowed brow.

“How did our patient do during the night?” You ask, bringing up the file of a dolphin.

“I heard from our night crew that she had no issues, though she seemed lonely.”

“Once her wounds are healed up enough, she can join the communal tank.” You push open a set of double doors, entering a large, domed room, an artificial glow shining from the many lights against the ceiling. The simulation of daytime is remarkable, you would readily admit, for anyone less aware of the small biome’s existence, they might be readily fooled for some time, though the painted horizon on one side would be an easy giveaway. The sand feels warm against your bare toes, as the heated plates just a couple of feet below work to keep the internal temperatures like that of a paradise.

There, in the shallows of the water, a baby dolphin swims around in circles, though her movements are rather weak. Still, she’s significantly healed from when she first arrived, bloody and bruised from struggling to escape a stray plastic net she caught herself in. A little rest and some TLC and she’ll be back with her pod in no time, though her family went ahead and migrated without her, most likely under the assumption that their poor baby was dead. The GPS tags have them out in the northern waters already, so you’ll probably have her kept in rehabilitation until they come back.

Kanoa pops out from his own entrance underneath the water, shaking his head back and forth to get the water from his eyes. The dolphin clicks with joy when she sees him, swimming weak circles around his large, gray frame in an invitation to play. He picks her up, and she wriggles in his arms with joy, making loud, squeaky cries of excitement as he dives backward in the water, popping back up only a yard away from the artificial shore. She squeals when she notices you, too, beckoning you closer so she could swim excited circles around your waist.

“She missed us,” Kanoa laughs, picking her up again and placing a kiss on her forehead. “Awww, little baby, look at you! Getting better already.”

The dolphin’s excitement is ridiculously infectious, so you find yourself giggling along to her chirps of happiness. Your fingers run over her back as she wriggles back and forth between you and Kanoa, unable to decide who gets to get the honor of playing the first game of the day with her. Physical therapy, actually, it’s just disguised as something fun for her to do, but every little thing the both of you do has the express purpose of helping her recover. Still, dressing it up to be fun and engaging certainly hurts no one, least of all the patient in question.

“We need to come up with a name for you,” Kanoa coos, cradling her in his arms.

“Don’t look at me,” you say, “you can’t put me on the spot like that.”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” Kanoa says, more to the dolphin than you, “yes I will, baby girl, yes I will…”

You hide your smile behind the tablet, tapping briefly just to make it seem like you’re working. Kanoa is more than happy to take the first game, something designed to strengthen her muscles, while you sit on the sandy edge, monitoring her progress from a distance in case he misses something vital in her movement. She’s a wily one, even while injured, so she runs to risk of straining herself far too early, something that might permanently damage what has already been harmed. Then it’s your turn to give her some attention, swimming laps around the pool in the guise of tag.

“You take lunch with the other scientists, don’t you?” Kanoa asks, after a few hours of working with the dolphin.

“Usually. I don’t have the energy to pack my own food, so I eat from the cafeteria.”

“You should eat it with me. If you don’t mind.” Kanoa fiddles with his tablet, the corner of his mouth twitching. “It would give us some extra time to discuss our little patient here.”

It only takes a moment of hesitation for you to agree. “Sure, but you’ll have to let me grab something to-go from the main caf.”

“Of course,” Kanoa says, perhaps a little too quickly. “I usually eat here with little miss sunshine, so-”

“I’ll get something to eat and come back down,” you finish, nodding, “sounds good.”

It doesn’t take much longer for lunchtime to arrive, but it does take you a hot minute to go up to the cafeteria, lines all up the wazoo. You through on a simple cover dress, one thin layer to hide your skin-tight wetsuit from prying, curious eyes. Thanks to the ridiculous amount of tourism that takes up a good portion of the Center, there are many chain restaurants present to feed them all, so you always have a decent selection of menu. There’s an authentic Japanese restaurant, carved out in their own little corner, one that many a night you’ve spent with your land-dwelling coworkers.

The sushi there is top-notch, or at least you’ve been told so by your coworkers with more experience in the cuisine. While a tad bit pricey, it is one of the few things that both humans and merfolk can consume, so you’re drawn to it all the same. Just on a whim, you order one or two more than you think you can eat... in case someone wants to share. After a couple of minutes of waiting after your order was taken, the chef finishes up the lunch, placing everything in a sturdy paper box, one that biodegrades after a couple of days once it’s been used. Plastics are strictly prohibited; after all, styrofoam included, so everything that gets put in the trash rots after a couple of days. Keeps the risk of pollution at a minimum.

You walk back to the elevators, careful to dodge a group of shrieking children running out of the gift shop, little trinkets that couldn’t have cost more than five dollars in hand. It doesn’t take you as long to navigate the tunneling corridors back down to the rehab domes, the chill of the hallways biting at your fingers. The warmth of the artificial sun is a relief the moment you push your way through the doors, and you’re quick to kick off your sandals and bury your toes beneath the sand.

Kanoa waits for you, tail curled up, ceramic bowl in hand with spiced fish inside. It’s rather hard to cook food beneath the sea when a fire isn’t exactly an option, and going to any heat source like a lava flow would end up with you roasting alongside whatever you have, so it’s not really a surprise that merfolk eat their food raw. You sit next to him, placing a metal water bottle in the sand and wriggling it, so it stays upright, and look over to where the dolphin is swimming around in circles, playing her own little game with a large, inflated ball.

“How’s she doing?”

“In the few minutes that you’ve been gone?” Kanoa pops another slice of fish into his mouth. “Not very different. She’s extremely chipper today, wonder what the night crew did to put her in such a good mood.”

“Maybe she’s just stoked to see us.”

Kanoa looks over at you, brow furrowed.

“Stoked, uh, means,”

“Just playing,” he flicks your shoulder, “I know what it means: very excited.”

You snort, snapping a pair of disposable chopsticks in half. “You got me there, dude. I almost went on a whole tangent explaining what it means and how it’s used. Can’t have a repeat of the lmao incident from last year.”

Kanoa lets out a huffy laugh, looking over your meal with an interested gaze. “Sushi? You like that?”

You shrug, picking up one of the more fishy bites and offered it to him. “Mostly. You want some?”

He leans over and takes the sushi in his mouth, not taking too much time to chew before swallowing, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he takes a moment to decide whether or not he likes it. “It’s good.”

“Yeah?” You aren’t sure if you’re feeling relief or not.

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” You quickly pick up another and eat it, mouth savoring the natural saltiness of the fish and the soft crunch of an accompanying radish.

“I have a question,” Kanoa says in a casual-not-casual voice, “just something I’ve been wondering about.”

“Yes?” You take the bait, not sure where to look. Definitely not on his chiseled abs, that’s not a great place to stare at right now. Maybe not at your sushi, either, because that might seem rude. Ugh, eye contact it is, then.

“I’ve seen acts of affection on the Tube. Kissing, right?”

“First, never call YouTube ‘the tube’ again,” you take a breath, steeling yourself for where you know he’s trying to steer the conversation towards. You know what? You’re okay with this. “Second, yes, I’m aware of kissing.”

“I’d like to try it, if you don’t mind, with someone with experience in the action. Most humans do, yeah? You do?”

You clear the air away from your throat. “Yeah.”

“Would you mind?”

You let the question mull over in your head for all but two seconds while you bring forth the pros and cons of doing allowing a shark merfolk press his mouth against yours- or, you suppose, you’ll have to be the one to initiate, coaching him through the process. Pros; you look down at his abs, then back up to the shapely outline of his jaw. Cons; uhm, letting the softer parts of your face get up and cozy with that gauntlet of ridiculously sharp teeth.

“Sure,” you say, swallowing thickly, eyeing his pecs, “for science.”

Carefully, you set the box of sushi onto the sand. Then, slowly, you place both hands on either side of his shoulders, getting up onto your knees, and go in for the kill before you hesitate any longer. His mouth isn’t soft as a human’s; rather, it’s a tad bit rubbery, nor is it at all warm. It’s almost like kissing one of those dreaded dodgeballs that’s been hanging out in the cold night air for a good couple of hours, though his mouth is decidedly far more shapely than a sphere.

Kanoa doesn’t move an inch, frozen in place, almost like he hadn’t expected you to take his offer, or at least do so as quickly as you ended up doing so. When you pull away, though, his hand unexpectedly falls on your arm, his dark eyes almost glazed over from whatever emotions are running through his body. After a moment, he presses his forehead against yours, then tries his best to mimic the way your lips had gently pressed up against his. He’s clumsy at first, but that doesn’t stop him from making a second attempt, one that’s much more improved in the way of technique.

You’re quickly breathless, and you can’t remember how you ended up underneath him, only that his kissing abilities are improving very rapidly with every single intimate moment that passes. It takes you a minute to be able to think properly because you want to ask him something, but the heat the two of you share makes it awfully hard to create a single, coherent sentence in your mind. Oh, the coolness of his mouth was only offputting in the beginning, now it’s grown on you. “Ho-” you let out a little gasp when his face tilts, and he offers a teasing kiss on your earlobe, “how to your people do this?”

“They don’t.” He’s as breathless as you, unable to process any of his thoughts or your words correctly.

“Not this, but- but ways they show love?” You tangling your fingers through his drying hair, your nails pressing into his scalp.

Kanoa mulls it over for a moment, eyes darting across your face, your eyes, nose, mouth, then falls down to a sliver of skin that the wetsuit doesn’t cover on your neck. He leans over, his hair tickling your chin, then bites, not hard, not enough to draw blood, but enough to send a little spark through your nerves. Instead of immediately letting go, he stays that way for a bit longer, then slowly opens his mouth enough to release your skin. His teeth graze against your neck as he does so, the warmth of his breath sending delicious shivers down your spine.

“Like that.” He says, sounding satisfied with how disheveled you look beneath him.

“Oh,” you say, your voice small. “Do it again.”

He obeys, switching over to the other side of your neck, his teeth pulling at your skin. The way he bites is careful, full of cautious movement, clearly aware that any sort of wrong twitch might leave your skin torn and bloody. It’s a careful dance between too much and not enough, the line between pain and pleasure as thin as a silk thread, but he somehow manages to walk it with a sort of ease that you’re not confident you can come close to emulate, should the tables turn. When he lets go, the sharpness ceases, and you are left breathless and heated.

“We should stop,” he says, his voice quiet and muted, as though there’s suddenly a wall dividing the two of you.

“Wha- why?” You ask, suddenly aware that the zipper of your wetsuit had somehow managed to make it down past your collarbone. Did he do that? Did you? It’s a blur.

“I’m afraid I won’t want to stop if we continue- and I don’t think you would, either.” He looks over to where the dolphin is swimming around in circles, eagerly awaiting your return to playtime. “We’re still at work.”

“Right.” Your stomach stops its drop, relieved that he hadn’t suddenly decided that this was all too much, too fast, because the pace seemed to be just right in your eyes.

“There’s a utility closet that I can get into upstairs,” he says, “no one ever enters because it’s tucked in a far off corner.”

You smile wide enough that it hurts. “Oh? And what would be doing in there?”

“Going as far as we’d like without worrying about an audience.”

“I’ll give it some thought,” you say, playing the hard to get card. “Weigh the benefits of any feasible outcomes.”

“Well, please write out your final thesis on the topic and bring it by my desk by evening.”

#exophilia #shark mermaid #merfolk #monster boyfriend #monster/human #monster/reader #gender neutral reader #lime

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hidayasu · 5 years

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Frozer (Revamped)

Summary: A rewrite of season 2, episode 8, AKA, where Adrien does reveal himself, Ladybug becomes the embodiment of YEET, and what we all wanted to see happen ACTUALLY happens.

It had been another day, another successful rescue, thanks to none other than Ladybug and Chat Noir. It should have been just like any other day. But that was the funny thing about life, wasn’t it? Some days just had a way of surprising you.

It had been a spur of the moment decision to grab the rose from the rescued man’s bouquet, but once he did it, Chat Noir felt emboldened, powered, invigorated. He knelt to a knee, holding out the rose to his beloved Lady, in the same way he offered his heart. “For you, My Lady.”

She gaped at him for a stunned moment, before she regained her bearings, shaking her head with an amused huff. “Seriously, Cat Noir?” She asked, gently pushing the rose back. “You’re about to transform back.” she argued in amusement, pointing to the very hand which held the rose.

He brought his hand back to look at his ring, seeing the blinking paw pad that said he indeed was in danger of running out of time. But he could only smile with a shrug. “So what?”

She shook her head, her amusement vanishing with exasperation. “Cat Noir, I told you, we can’t know each other’s secret identities- it’s too dangerous.”

He rose to his feet, his smile never leaving as a sense of relief flooded him. “But then we won’t have to keep secrets from each other anymore,” He argued, holding the back of his hand up to show her his blinking miraculous, the neon green pawprint acting as a countdown.

“What? Cat Noir, no!”

Too late. Even as she yelled, the ring of energy crackled up his body, his leather catsuit vanishing to reveal his civilian clothes underneath, and his mask vanishing to show his face. Plagg tumbled out of the ring, and the tiny cat gasped, jaw dropping. “A-” he hiccuped, the magic preventing him from accidentally “revealing” his master, no matter the circumstances. “What are you doing!?”

Too bad Ladybug had slapped her hands over her eyes before she could see.

“Ladybug?”

“Cat Noir, how many times do I have to tell you!” She snapped at him, turning smartly around. “I can’t know who you are!”

Perhaps, normally, he might have given up, and relented, letting this disappointment pass, and go on his way. But fate had been kind to him today. For the roof they had landed on had been picked at random, yet it was one that also had a clear, uninterrupted view of a massive billboard- of a certain fragrance with a certain boy promoting it.

“But Ladybug, you already know who I am! All of Paris knows who I am!”

“What?”

“Open your eyes.”

“No way,” she said with finality. “You’ll just jump in front of me!” she said, even as she heard the first telltale sign of her earrings losing power.

“I swear I haven’t moved, and I promise won’t!” He promised. “But the answer is right in front of you! Please, my Lady, just open your eyes!”

She really should’ve known better than to trust him, but what he said wasn’t making sense to her. ‘Everyone in Paris knew who he was’? ‘The answer was right in front of her’? What on earth was he talking about?

So slowly, very slowly, she dropped her hands. And she flushed when she saw the bright, smiling face of the boy she loved leaping into the sky, carefree and gorgeous in the promotion for his father’s new cologne line. She could practically hear the soft, delicate music of the commercial jingle, see him jumping in graceful slow motion toc eap through the clouds. She almost, almost sighed dreamily.

“Cat Noir,” she said instead, her confusion evident. “What is this about?”

“I’m Adrien Agreste!”

Silence. She was turned around, so he didn’t see her flat, deadpan expression.

“Very funny.”

“I’m serious!”

“Right. And I’m secretly Chloe Bourgeois.”

“Now that would be a funny joke,” he almost laughed.

Plagg, during this time, had taken to darting impatiently back and forth beside his master’s head. “C’moooon, she’s not gonna turn around, let’s hurry up and go! I’m starving here!”

“Seriously, Plagg?” Adrien leered at him, more than a little annoyed even as he took out the spare piece of Camembert he always kept with him. “Can’t you think of anything beside your stomach for once?”

“Is that your kwami?” Ladybug asked. “Tell Cat Noir to get out of here and he can’t show himself like this!”

“Yeeeeeah, you’re on your own for that one,” Plagg leaned back, casually taking a bite to indulge in his smelly cheese. “He may act like a nice kid, but this guy basically just does whatever he wants.”

“Wait! I can prove it!” He realized suddenly, “You’ve been to my house, I can tell you everything in there!”

“Except you’ve been to his house too,” she said tiredly. “Honestly Cat Noir, isn’t this taking it a little far, even for you?”

“I wouldn’t joke about this, my Lady!” He said, an edge of desperation entering his tone.

At this point, Plagg took the final bite of his cheese. “Ah, that hit the spot. C’mon Adrien, let’s head back- those video games aren’t playing themselves you know!”

“What?!”

She whirled around, fast enough to give a normal person whiplash, her eyes huge with shock against her mask. Plagg blinked in surprise, wondering how on earth he had said his name now when he couldn’t before. Adrien beamed, the nervous knot that had been forming in his chest releasing in a whoosh as she finally faced him.

“Yes!” He rushed forward, grasping her hand as the rush of his emotions poured out of him like a broken dam. “Now we can be united! More powerful and free! We’ll defeat Hawkmoth, then we can both run away- to an island! Far away from everything!” He released her hands, gesturing wildly as his imagination got the better of him. “We’ll live off nothing but fruits, and we’ll have a cute little pet hamster and name it-”

“Cat Noir!?”

He blinked at her, before smiling a little shyly. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

Her shock hadn’t lessened a bit, eyes still comically wide. “But, but you can’t be Cat Noir!”

“Uh...” He glanced at his equally confused kwami. “But, you just saw me.”

“But you can’t be! There must be some mistake! You’re so perfect and dreamy not to mention cool and kind-”

He perked. “You think I’m ‘dreamy’?”

“Yes~” she sighed, before shaking herself. “I mean no! I mean-!” She squeaked. “You and Cat Noir are completely different! You’re so polite, and modest, and kind, but Cat Noir is-!”

“I know,” he sighed sadly. “I can’t ever do anything that could ruin my father’s reputation. But it’s different when I’m with you!” He held the rose against his chest eagerly. “When I’m Cat Noir I can be myself! No expectations, no restrictions, I can be a cool, strong superhero, like you! Well, maybe not like you, I know I could never measure up. You’re so smart, and cool, and...”

But she wasn’t listening to his praise, too stunned at his previous statements to function. ‘I can be myself- I can be myself- I can be myself-’

“Ladybug?”

And then Ladybug, cool, strong, perfect hero of Paris, screamed and hurled her yoyo to swing herself off the roof.

Adrien blinked at the spot after her, turning to his equally stunned kwami. “Man,” Plagg said. “You humans sure have strange dating rituals. I’d think a simple “not interested” would suffice.”

“What?!” Adrien looked at him fearfully. “You think she rejected me?”

“Well what would you call it, then? That didn’t look like a “yes” to me.”

He looked at him, stricken, realizing that for once, Plagg seemed to have hit the nail on the head. He looked at the rose sadly before letting his hand drop, a single petal breaking off and floating to the floor.

Across town, Ladybug made it to her family’s bakery and leaped through her window into her room. Barely.

“Tikki this is a nightmare!” She cried as her miraculous powered off, leaving her in her normal state. Her buggy kwami spun out, becoming an impromptu listener for the girl’s distraught raving. “Cat Noir is Adrien and Adrien is Cat Noir! Which makes even less sense the more I think about it because they’re not even remotely close to being the same person!”

“Marinette, I think you’re over thinking this.”

“How is this possible?! All this time I’ve been fighting alongside him and he’s been joking and goofing around with his lame puns and ridiculous flirting-” She gasped suddenly, sharply, hands going to her mouth. “He flirted with me. Tikki, Adrien flirted with me!”

“He flirted with Ladybug,” Tikki pointed out.

“That’s right!” Marinette grabbed at her head in frustration. “How could I forget- Cat Noir’s in love with- I mean Adrien is in love with-”

Because she was pacing and turning about, she was able to face her wall- her special wall, where there were pictures and clippings plastered of a certain blond, green-eyed boy, in all his best modeling poses. Suave, debonair, cool and collected, but with a kind smile that just made your heart melt and go afflutter at the same time.

While Cat Noir thought he was the cat’s meow, but all his “smooth moves” were really just an annoyance. He was cocky and zealous, way too full of himself and obnoxious with his flirting, and when he smiled Marinette could only expect another silly cat-themed pun.

I can be myself!

Marinette slid to the floor with a whimper, letting her hands fall to support herself before she faceplanted spectacularly. “Cat Noir is Adiren. Cat Noir is the real Adrien!”

“He said it himself,” Tikki pointed out as she floated about. “As Cat Noir, he doesn’t have to worry about ruining his father’s reputation.”

“But Tikki, how could I not have known this?” Marinette despaired, raising a hand to count off her fingers. “I know his school schedule, his work schedule, his favorite fashion, his favorite food, his past and home life, and not once did I think he could be a totally different person!”

“He had to keep it a secret, Marinette,” Tikki reminded. “You should understand that better than anyone!”

“Right. As Ladybug,” she affirmed, letting her hand drop. “The perfect, confident superhero. Of course Adrien would go for someone like that.”

Or at least he would, if he wasn’t failing so spectacularly in fencing at the moment. Kagami’s taunts of “predictable” were a bitter reminder of his poor mental state as he lost round after round against her. It felt like a cruel reflection of his current love life.

He sat by the lockers, pulling out the rose from his gym bag to look at it forlornly.

“Plagg? Did I make a mistake?”

From his bag, his kwami looked up worriedly at him, only his bright green eyes visible from the shadows. But his worry was clear from the way that for once, he tried to be sincere. “Well, you know how Ladybug feels about your secret identities.”

“I know, it’s just… I guess I’d been hoping once it was out in the open, we could put that behind us, and she’d change her mind. Looks like I was wrong.”

Plagg would have said something, but the door opened and he buried himself further into the bag as Kagami strode in to look down at Adrien.

"What's going on, Adrien? I usually enjoy defeating you, but it's no fun when you make it that easy."

He deflated, eyes never leaving the rose. "Do you ever get the feeling that you're stuck, Kagami? That no matter what you do, it's the same old story, over and over again? That things will never... ever change?"

Kagami would not call herself "kind". She was not compassionate, or empathetic. But even she, seeing how distraught her fencing partner was, couldn't find it in her to be dismissive of his dilemma. She could only guess, from the way he held the red rose, that his heart beat in vain for another. She took the spot beside him, prepping herself to give some advice that was hard for some to hear. "...Adrien, the biggest mistake a fencer can make isn't choosing the wrong technique. It's choosing the wrong target." He wasn't looking at her, his dejection solely focused on the symbol of his rejection. So she reached out, gently pulling his chin so he would look her in the eye, and take her message to heart. "Change. Targets."

She released him, offering a smile, and despite himself, he returned it. As he looked at the rose again, he could see the wisdom in her advice. For months he had been chasing his Lady, with nothing to show for it. Ladybug was high above them all, with impenetrable walls surrounding her. Many had tried to breach them, but all had failed. He’d thought that, maybe if he brought down his walls first, she’d be willing to do the same.

But it was clear that wasn’t the case. He was still never going to reach her.

So he smiled at Kagami, and offered her the rose.

Which led to a very unexpected outcome the next day at school.

Marinette had barely slept that night. Actually, she didn’t sleep at all that night. Her mind had been a chaotic mess of memories and connecting the dots. Trying to reconcile Adrien’s perfect image with Chat Noir’s lame goofiness was proving a near impossible task She had been too wrapped up in her own worries and anxiety, so of course she bumped into someone, as was her usual luck. It was just a bonus that someone happened to be Adrien.

“Marinette!” He smiled, eagerly helping her up. “Perfect timing!”

“What?” She squeaked. “W-what do you mean? It’s not like I was thinking about you or anything!”

He raised a confused brow, before he chuckled, shaking his head. “No, I mean for me. I need some advice right now. Can we talk?”

“Talk? Now?” She grimaced, darting her eyes around for a quick escape, looking anywhere but at him. Right now all she could see was his last impression yesterday, with him rambling and wiggling like an overexcited schoolgirl. “U-um, actually now’s not a great time. I-I said I’d meet up with Alya to go over last night’s homework! And-”

“Wait!” He squeezed her hand before she ran off, looking to her desperately. “I just need a few minutes! Please, Marinette, you’re the only one I can talk to!”

She stared, caught in his gaze like a deer in headlights. Big, bright, green headlights. Hopeful headlights that tugged at your heartstrings and made your thought process a puddle of lovestruck goo. How could she refuse when he was begging for her help like that?

You’re the only one I can talk to!

Talk to-

Talk to...

“Sure thing...” she sighed with a dreamy smile.

“Great!” He said in relief. “Ok, well,” he led her to the bench in the school’s inner courtyard, letting his bag drop, and she did the same. “I’m sorry, this is a bit awkward for me, cuz, this is about a girl.”

It was at this point Marinette froze as she connected the dots. ‘Oh no, he’s going to ask me what to do about Ladybug! What should I do?! I can’t let him know it’s me! B-but if he asks how to win her over I have to pretend I don’t know what he’s talking about and-’

“Oh, a-a girl?” She stammered, looking up to feign curiosity, though she couldn’t help her panicked smile. “What kind of girl?”

“A pretty amazing one, actually,” he admitted, smile turning a tad shy as he looked up, getting lost in his own daydream. “She’s strong, and confident, and it seems like she could do almost anything. And she’s really pretty. She has dark, silky hair, and these deep, mysterious eyes...”

Of course, so caught up in his own world, he didn’t notice Marinette sighing as she looked dreamily at him. She never thought she’d live to see the day Adrien would be saying all these amazing things about her.

“But I don’t even know the first thing about how to take the next step with her,” He concluded, turning back to her a little worriedly. “You have any ideas?”

“I- w-well, I don’t know,” she stammered as she brought herself back to the present. Well, tried. But there was still a tiny, goofy smile she couldn’t help as she bit her lip. “Maybe if I knew who she is?”

“Oh, right! It’s Kagami.”

“Kagami?!” She blurted, the name breaking her out of her dreamy state in an instant. “The ice queen!?”

She slapped a hand over her mouth, just as Adrien gaped.

“I-I meant the ice rink!” she said hastily. “Everyone loves the ice quee- rink! Wait wait wait,” she waved her hands quickly. “Hold the phone! It can’t be Kagami, you like-” And for the second time in less than ten seconds, Marinette had to slap a hand over her mouth again, making Adrien lean over with suspicion. And a little concern. “Uh, no one!” she concluded. “I thought you didn’t like anyone!”

“Marinette, are you ok? You’re acting weird.”

“Weird? No, I’m not acting weird, I’m just surprised, I mean… you never mentioned liking her before,” she saved quickly.

“Yeah. I didn’t really see her that way at first, but recently I started seeing her a little differently.”

“Recently?” She clarified, a niggling worry gnawing at her. “How recently?”

“Um, yesterday, actually,” he admitted, cheeks going a little flush.

Yesterday? But that was when he’d revealed himself, and confessed to her, and she-

- … she ran away from him!

Her jaw dropped, hands going to her face as she realized the scope of the horror before her. This was a disaster! She’d run away from Adrien without thinking, probably making him think she hated him and sending him right into Kagami’s waiting arms! AUGH, she was such an idiot!

“Marinette? Marinette!” Adrien called, waving a hand in front of her face. “Are you sure you’re ok? Should I take you to the nurses office?”

“No! No no, I’m fine, really!” She said, snatching up her bag. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine!”

“Alright, then.” he stood as well, offering a smile. “Thanks for the advice.” His smile fell in uncertainty. “Though to be honest, I’m not sure I could take her there by myself. I might get too shy to try anything-”

“I’ll come with you!”

“What?”

“To the ice rink,” she said quickly with a strained smile. “To help you! You know, feel more comfortable!”

“You will? Really? That’s awesome!” His face brightened instantly, already turning and running off to the lockers. “Thanks, Marinette! You’re the best!”

She waved after him, smile plastered on her face until she nodded to herself in determination before marching off to class. It was time to fix her mistake and win back Adrien!

… only problem was figuring out how. Thankfully, her trusty friends were always down for some good scheming.

“Show off in front of Kagami and impress him with your awesome skating moves!” Rose suggested.

Alex snorted. “You do realize this is Marinette we’re talking about, right? She’ll faceplant before even reaching the end of the rink.”

“Then let yourself fall and pretend you’re really hurt,” Rose amended, clasping her hands together. “Then he’ll come to your rescue! It’ll be so romantic~”

“You’ll definitely win his attention like that.” Alya teased.

“But I don’t just want his attention,” Marinette complained. “I want him to like me. And Adrien likes strong, confident girls, not a klutz.”

They blinked. “How do you know?” Juleka asked curiously.

“Uh, because Kagami is strong and confident, right? So that must be what he likes!” She saved quickly with a nervous smile.

“Then we’re definitely doomed,” Alex sighed.

“Now hold on, girls, it’s not over yet!” Alya argued. “We just haven’t found the right idea!”

“Ask someone else out and make him jealous!” Mylene suggested.

“Make him… jealous?” Marinette clarified, suddenly feeling less ecstatic.

“But who could we even ask? “

“What about Nataniel?” Juleka suggested.

“No way, that’d just be mean.”

But as the girls argued and debated, Marinette just sighed, finding herself less and less stoked on the idea. So she slipped away, taking her leave and making her way onto the stern of Juleka’s ship.

“What am I doing, Tikki? I can’t come between them.”

Her little purse popped open, the bright, usually cheerful kwami looking up to her worriedly even in her encouragement. “Why not? You already know he likes Ladybug, not Kagami!”

“But Adrien can’t know I’m Ladybug! And Ladybug can’t date anyone. She’s a superhero! How can I date anyone as a superhero?”

“You could date ‘Cat Noir’, since he’s a superhero.” Tikki suggested slyly. “Remember that night when he set up that picnic for you?”

“Yeah,” she relented with a smile. And then she blinked. “AGH! Adrien set up a picnic for me!! With candles and flowers and aaaaaaaaaaugh I stood him up and made him hate me I’m such an idiot!!”

“Marinette, someone’s coming!” Tikki warned.

She squeaked, jumping up to her feet, and spinning about to face a surprised Luka.

“Marinette?” He asked. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine!” She assured with a strained smile, “Just... remembering a really embarrassing moment...”

“I getcha,” he smiled, going over to take a seat by her. “Something kinda like this?” He plucked at his guitar, bringing out a quick, yet oddly anxious tune, like it was creating tension by just being. It made Marinette pout and nod. “Whenever I feel like that, I try to think of a memory that makes me feel like this:” This time, the tune slowed, the notes turning more harmonious and into something calmer, yet cheerful. Marinette sat down beside him with interest. Luka really did have a way with music. “I don’t know for sure what it is that made you upset. But you’re an amazing girl, Marinette. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed about anything for long.”

She flushed, eyes going wide at the sincerity, both in his voice and his smile. She smiled a little shyly, squirming under his gaze. Did he really think that about her? As ‘Marinette’?

“Hey, Luka... are you busy tomorrow?”

Once at the ice skating rink, the tension was hardly visible. Except maybe for Adrien. He managed to pull on his ice skates, but by that point his uncertainty got the better of him, and he scoot a few seats over to sit beside his classmate as she tied up her skates. “I’m not sure what I should do at this point. Should I offer to hold her hand?”

"Why not just flirt with her like always?"

“What?” He blurted in a panic.

"I mean everyone alway- flirts, right?!" She stammered, jumping to her feet. "That's what people normally do and so, you should do that, ya know, say nice things, tell her she looks good- whoa!"

The blades threw off her balance, and she leaned too far back and fell prey to gravity. Adrien reached for her in alarm, but Luka was already standing, and caught her from behind. “Careful,” he advised. “Try to be natural. Go with the rhythm.”

He knelt down in front of her, helping her finish tying her skate laces, before offering his hand and helping her up. She looked at his hand, but stole a glance at Adrien out of her peripheral. He seemed stunned, watching their interaction with rapt interest. But nothing more. So, resigned, Marinette took Luka’s hand and let him lead her onto the ice. He was so casual, so confident about it, even Adrien had to admit the guy was so smooth he was almost jealous. He looked over at Kagami, who was tying her own laces, and decided to try to emulate him. He walked over to stand before her, but she had already finished, crossing her legs and looking up to him expectantly.

"Uh," His cheeks heated up, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. "You, look... good!"

She raised her brows, clearly surprised, but smiled in satisfaction. "And you look like you need some help."

"What?"

She pointed to his feet, and he followed her line of sight to see that in his rush to get advice, he hadn’t finished putting on his skates. Talk about hopeless. What kind of impression was that? But she knelt down in front of him, making quick work of his shoes. He marveled at how unbothered she was by it, and how quickly she took charge. Once finished, she smirked up at him before taking his hand, and leading him onto the ice.

Their time at the ice rink might have been more enjoyable if they weren’t being hounded by the rink owner to try to join skating classes. But regardless, they still managed to enjoy some time together. Marinette, even with her clumsy nature, was able to glide along the ice without incident, thanks to Luka’s careful guidance and support. Kagami, noticing the way Adrien seemed tense and kept stealing glances at the other couple, still took his attention away with her grace, and poise, and skill. And Marinette, seeing the way Kagami showed off, felt herself burn with jealousy. So she could do a couple twirls, big deal. All she’d have to do is turn into Ladybug, and-

Run herself into a wall.

“Marinette!”

And Kagami still cut between the boys to help Marinette up herself, offering her own bit of “advice”.

“The only reason you can’t stay on your feet is because of your hesitation.” She murmured by her ear. “I, never, hesitate,” she assured, releasing her and turning to steal Adrien away again.

At that point, Marinette knew she was right. Even as Luka checked on her, she feigned injury, and made her way off the rink to find some privacy.

“Tikki, this is the worst feeling in the world,” Marinette bemoaned, as her kwami twirled out of her bag. “I know he likes me, but I can’t ever be with him.”

“Why do you keep thinking that, Marinette?”

“Because I can’t date anyone as Ladybug. I’m a superhero, I have to focus on saving Paris! I can’t afford to be distracted, not even by Adrien! And now I can’t even look at him the same way.”

“Why not? He’s the same person he’s always been.”

“I know that, it’s just-”

“Marinette?” There was a knock on the bathroom door, Adrien’s concerned voice coming through even to the stall. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine!” she said quickly.

“You’re supposed to be in love with Ladybug, but now you ditch Kagami to go after Marinette?”

“Me? Going after Marinette?” He was taken aback, before chuckling it off. “No, she’s just a friend!”

But their conversation was cut short, when the whole ice skating rink was suddenly being taken over by ice.

In a cruel sense of irony, the miraculous seemed to have heard her internal desire of grace on the ice. Master Fu’s new additive gave Tikki an ice affinity. When she transformed, Ladybug was warm, and slick, with blades included on her boots and a tiara on her head, making her a true ice princess. She leaped up onto a rooftop, braking without even the tiniest possibility of slipping and falling. Her partner joined her, also having received the power up to his miraculous. She grinned smugly in satisfaction. Perfect. Now she could show off her new skills to-

“Cat Noir?” She asked noticing he hadn’t even said hello to her, let alone flirt with her, “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing, just thinking how I should track and observe him before attacking.”

“Track? No, we need to set a trap for whoever did this,” she argued.

“And what’s wrong with my idea?” He shot back. And curiously, he still had his back to her. “It’s not like you’re right all the time. What, don’t like the cold shoulder?”

She sighed. She should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. “Cat Noir, I understand if you’re still upset about before, but right now we really should focus on saving Paris.”

“Well it’s not like we have to do this together,” he argued, already jumping off the roof and taking to the ground. “It’s not like we’re a couple.”

“Adr- Cat Noir!” She called after him. “Don’t get all pouty on me!”

But he didn’t respond back, already gliding down the magically ice covered street to do his tracking. She deflated dejectedly. Great, just great. She had to keep reminding herself that this was still Cat Noir, and he tended to be a sore loser. Adrien was a sore loser…

But she shook her head quickly. Now wasn’t the time, she could feel sorry for herself later. So she tossed out her yoyo to find an anchor and swing off to head down the Seine.

She paused at the bridge, down a ways from the Eiffel tower, and scoped the perimeter. This would be a good spot, but she had to try to find bait to lure out the akumatized citizen. So caught up in her musings, she didn’t notice the eyes on her, or the enemy dashing down the ice toward her. Not until Cat Noir managed to dive in and snatch her out of the way, having been tracking the enemy and following him before he could take her down. He put her back down and held onto her hand, putting them in a mad chase down the ice.

“Thanks, Kitty,” she smiled. And as he winked in his usual assurance, she found a little of the confused anxiety in her lifting. Silly immaturity or not, this was Cat Noir, her partner, and superhero of Paris.

Only after that reassurance, were they finally able to work together again, teaming up to defeat the snubbed ice rink owner and take out the akuma in his skates, reversing his magic and saving all of Paris.

“Pound it!” They celebrated their victory from their spot on the wall, as Philip regained himself far down below them.

Chat Noir saluted her with a wink. “Well you best be off, then. I know where he came from, so I can take him back.”

“Cat Noir, wait,” she protested. Her fingers tapped together in a nervous fidget. “We should probably talk, and-”

“It’s alright Ladybug, you don’t have to say anything.” He smiled at her, and while it wasn’t his usual grin, he at least didn’t appear angry. “I remembered what you said about loving someone else, and I already know how you feel about our secret identities.”

She sighed. “I almost called your name- your real one. If that had happened in battle, I could end up revealing who you are. I didn’t want to risk putting you in danger like that.”

“I understand. You don’t have to feel bad. I shouldn’t have put you in that position.” He stepped forward, leaning in to take a kiss from her cheek.

Under the red of her mask, her blush was hidden, saving both her identity, and her pride. But regardless, when he pulled back, he was grinning slyly at her. “But admit it: weren’t you just a little bit charmed when my mask came off?” He probed.

“What?” She leaned back. “No, of course not! Why would you think that?!”

“Oh c’mon, everyone loves my face.” He boasted, leaning sideways at her and waggling his brows. “No need to be shy~”

“In your dreams, Cat,” She shot back, pushing at his temple to put him back. “Not everyone is clamoring over themselves to get to you. I, on the other hand,” She grinned- a familiar, confident smirk in their interactions. “Am rather flattered knowing the one and only Adrien Agreste is in love with me.”

That did it. His jade eyes went wide, clearly not expecting the turn around. Pink flushed over his face instead, mouth agape from the ambush. She winked at him, hurling her yoyo for an anchor point. “Until next time, Cat Noir~” she sang, before leaping off into the city.

Cat Noir looked after her in a daze. “My name… she said my name!” Some confused groaning from far below him got his attention, reminding him of his duty. “Oh yeah.” And he hopped off the wall to help put the poor citizen back where he belonged.

She just barely made it across the street from the rink, transforming back behind the building and slipping through the back door. Tikki spun out, having a moment before Marinette went to make her appearance from her “hiding place”.

“Wow Marinette, that was really bold of you.”

“Tikki what’ve I done?!” She wailed. “I just saw him acting as Cat Noir and it slipped out without my even realizing! I’m a disaster- a total walking disaster!”

“Maybe being Ladybug makes you feel more confident, the same way it makes Adrien more confident as Cat Noir.”

She groaned, sliding to the floor and burying her face in her hands. “Except now he’s even more in love with Ladybug. How am I ever going to get him to fall for me as ‘Marinette’?” "Cheer up, Marinette," Tikki offered, giving a little pat to her head. "At least now you know he does like you." "Even if he doesn't know it yet," she smiled wistfully. "Who knows? Maybe one day I'll get that same confidence without the mask." "That's the spirit! I know you can do it, Marinette!" She giggled, clasping the tiny kwami to her face in a hug. "Thanks, Tikki!" The kwami giggled as well, hugging her cheek gratefully. Looked like they were back to square one after all. But one thing was for sure: she wasn't giving up on Adrien, not by a long shot.

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.... ok so maybe what we all wanted to see didn’t ACTUALLY happen but we got close, right?

Just something I wrote for fun. I've been SO frustrated with all those darn teases the last few episodes I was like "you know what?! I need to have this reveal at least ONCE!" So I wrote out the first scenario I imagined when I saw the Frozer trailer. Then it kinda turned into a writing practice exercise and I went to follow the general storyline of the episode to see how it would effect certain scenes. Except the last part, cuz I just needed to let loose and have some fun with it. How'd I do, guys? Let me know! :D

#miraculous #ladybug #chat noir #(this is what basically went through my head when I first saw the trailer for that darn episode)#(and the idea NEVER LEFT)#(so here we are I'm just throwing it out there to get out of my head)#fanfiction #mlb #mlb fanfic #ladrien #humor #marinette #adiren #revamp

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