#pre reveal

[galahadwilder]

After Hawkmoth is defeated, the other Miraculi go inactive.

There’s no warning. The Kwami didn’t know it was coming—they couldn’t warn anyone because it wasn’t precedented. So Chat Noir and Ladybug were caught completely off-guard.

They never revealed their identities.

Marinette is devastated. Chat Noir was such a massively important part of her life, and now he’s been ripped from her without even a goodbye. She’ll never know who he was, who his friends were. She’ll never hear his goofy puns again, never feel his lips on her knuckles, never hear “My Lady” again.

She posts on her official Twitter account about how much she misses him, how much she hates that she’ll never be able to contact him again, how much she wishes she could see him one last time.

He replies to her thread on his official account and tweets, “??? I’m right here, I’ll send you a DM”

#miraculous ladybug #angst #crack #ladynoir #Marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #chat noir #post hawkmoth #Hawkmoth defeat #pre reveal #original content

[trainsinanime]

Tired Ladybug is cuddly Ladybug, and tonight is no different. She hugs him tight and leans in close, sniffing his hair. For a moment she sits there, just humming contently, before she speaks.

“I wish I could kiss you”, she whispers into his ear. He looks up, surprised, and stops petting her back. There’s an angry snort from her, so he continues.

“You can”, he says quietly. “If you want.”

“No,” she says, sadness in her voice. “I want to, so much. But you’re in love with me.”

“Is that a problem?”

His breath hitches as she ponders the question.

“Usually not”, she answers finally. “It’s nice, actually. You’re good at it. But me, I’m, well…”

“In love with someone else”, he finishes for her. She nods.

“So if I kiss you, that would be a promise I can’t keep”, she whispers, as she runs her hands through his hair. “You deserve better kisses than I can give you. A shame, too, I really like kissing you.”

She goes back to humming contently, as her words burn in his mind. Finally, he turns to her.

“What if… I just grab you and kiss you? You don’t do anything, you just let it happen? We get our kiss, and you don’t get any of the guilt.”

She opens her eyes, and looks at him, his lips, just centimetres from hers. Her breath intermingles with his, and it would be so easy, just a little twist of the head.

“Sorry, kitty cat”, she says finally. “It doesn’t work like that. Especially not when you announce it. Thanks for trying, though. I appreciate it. We should be making out on these rooftops. That’s what they’re here for.”

He wonders about this for a second. So if he hadn’t asked, if he just–no, forget that. He’ll always ask for permission first. Besides, she’s sleepy and loopy, and she doesn’t know what she’s saying, not really.

“Find yourself someone to kiss who won’t break your heart”, she says, before a light snore tells him that she has dozed off. Oh, Ladybug, how he’d like to do that! But everything she’s said has made it impossible once more.

#miraculous ladybug #ml ficlet #ladynoir #pre reveal #pre relationship

[art-the-f-up]

I come bearing random married ladynoir doodles again. 

i said i was coming back to life. I lied. 

(song: cold/mess by Prateek Kuhad)

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #ladynoir #married ladynoir #married ladynoir au #married couple #pre reveal #gasp

[verymuchimmortalcat]

Magic Induced Face Blindness

For Bio Dad! Bruce Wayne Month, Prompt: Take Your Kid To Work ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

The Justice League, simply put, was having a take your kid to work day. Less simply, they were holding an event for all the teenage superheroes. So not exactly a take your kid to work day but there weren’t exactly a large number who weren’t proteges of the Justice League.

Naturally, Ladybug had been invited.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wayne has not stopped freaking out about it since.

And not freaking out about it in the Chat Noir way, who’s been so excited that it’s all he talks about on patrol. Freaking out as in lying face down on her floor and cursing her family. Well, mostly her dad.

“Tikki, do you think if I fake cough in front of Chat Noir a few times and tell him I’m too sick to make it he’ll believe me.”

The kwami hums from where she’s settled in Marinette’s hair. “He’ll probably believe you if you’re convincing enough but is that really necessary? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Marinette scoffs. Really, Tikki should know better than to ask such a question. “I’ll walk into the watch tower and someone will immediately figure me out.”

In her one year of being Ladybug, Marinette has learnt that even her sweet kwami does not have infinite patience and Tikki’s exasperation is obvious in her tone when she says, “Marinette. Your identity is protected with magic.”

“The JL has magic users. And I’ve known most of these people most of my life. What if one of the idiots say something so dumb and I insult them and they figure it out and then Chat Noir knows my identity causing the end of the world.”

“Don’t insult them then.”

She scoffs again, “I can’t not insult them. When have you ever not insulted Plagg?”

The ensuing silence speaks for itself but Tikki doesn’t let it go. “You should go. It’ll be good to talk to heroes other than Chat Noir and temporary holders.”

She groans. Maybe if she lies here long enough the carpet will swallow her up and then Tikki can stop trying to convince her to go. “I have most of their numbers, I can talk to them whenever I want. I do talk to them whenever I want.”

The weight on her head vanishes and she feels a poke on her forehead. Lifting her head up, she glares at the tiny goddess of luck, who glares right back. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. None of them know you’re Ladybug.”

She drops her back down to the floor and sighs. “Fine. I’ll go.”

.oOo.

Wonder Woman waves them over when she sees them enter. As the two of them make their way through the crowd, Ladybug keeps her eyes on the floor while Chat Noir’s head swivels around trying to take it all in. What an odd pair they must make.

“Robin looks like an angry kitten,” her partner comments, breaking her out her reverie.

She coughs to hide her laughter. He’s right, of course. But regardless she turns to look at Damian, who’s sulking in the corner while Jon pesters him.

She grins, “I’d kill to watch you tell him that.”

He glances at her and snorts, “Not a chance. Not with that expression on your face.”

She blinks at him, “What expression?”

“The same one you had before you threw me off the Eiffel Tower for going on about the Justice League heroes.”

She smiles at the memory, “You totally deserved it.”

He holds a hand  up to his chest, as dramatic as always, “Meowch!”

She giggles. Diana is only few steps away from them now and is looking at them with an amused expression. Smiling comes slightly easier now, a chunk of her anxiety taken away by her partner’s antics. She whispers a thanks to him before greeting Wonder Woman.

.oOo.

If Diana suspects anything, she doesn’t mention it, nor do any of the others they talk to. But they haven’t had the chance to talk to any of the bats yet. At least Dick and Jay aren’t here, they’d be the most unbearable.

“We should talk to Batgirl,” Chat Noir suggests.

Marinette freezes, magic or not Cass would be the most likely to see through her but she can’t think of a valid excuse and he’d already picked up on her earlier nervousness. If she continues being paranoid, he might start to suspect something.

“Sure,” she mutters.

He waves enthusiastically to Batgirl who offers a small smile. Her gaze lingers on Ladybug and Marinette desperately hopes Cass brushes off anything odd as general nervousness. Thankfully, Chat Noir carries much of their interaction.

He’s gesturing wildly when he accidentally hits her sister’s arm. The arm that Marinette knows was in a cast until last week. Cass doesn’t wince, of course she doesn’t but the concern bursts out of Marinette anyway. “Is your arm ok??”

Chat Noir looks confused but Batgirl is assessing her. It’s a moment before she says, “I’m fine.”

Marinette nods, simultaneously relieved and panicked. She should’ve stayed home. It’s not too late to fake sickness, after all she has been acting particularly odd. When Spoiler calls Batgirl away, Ladybug visibly relaxes. Chat Noir gives her an odd look but he doesn’t say anything. Yet. She’s sure by the time they finish talking to her entire family, he’s going to think she’s lost her mind.

.oOo.

She’s mostly calmed down after her slip up with Cass when they somehow end up talking to Jon and Damian. Well, it’s not exactly talking as much as Robin and Chat Noir antagonising each other. Jon looks torn between interrupting and watching it play out. Marinette on the other hand wishes she had a bucket of popcorn and a valid reason to record their exchange.

When Damian calls the Parisian superhero, “a mangy alley cat,” Marinette snorts out loud and says, “I thought you liked cats?”

Damian stares at her, she can see his hand inching towards his katana as he asks, “How would you know that?”

Play it cool, Marinette.

She shrugs, “You just seem like a cat person. Also, I vaguely remember reading something of the kind on twitter once.”

Both of them know most things about the Bats on social media are deleted almost as soon as Oracle can get to it but people still do see them. He relaxes slightly but Marinette knows he’s wary of her.

Really, why did she let Tikki talk her into this?

.oOo.

Sometime later, Bart finds her in a corner. She’d left Chat Noir saying she needed a break and she could see him as he was talking excitedly with Steph.

“Heydoyoumindansweringaquestionforustosettleanargument?” he asks pointing at the rest of what was once Young Justice (or rather the still active members). Holding back a smile, she considers it for a moment. How wrong could it go? Actually, knowing them any thing and everything that could go wrong would go wrong but her curiosity takes over. Tim’s friends have the most amusing arguments after all.

Bart is bouncing back and forth, waiting for her answer. When, she agrees, he cheers and drags her over to their little group. He doesn’t question how she caught what he was saying instantly or how she’s totally fine even after being carted off with super speed regardless of the distance.

Thankfully, Tim is too busy arguing with Kon to notice.

“I have a solution,” Bart announces, “We ask Ladybug to be the tie breaker.”

And because when they’re together they tend to act on a single functioning braincell, all four of them turn to her at once and Cassie asks, “Do you think having several backup fake identities is necessary?”

Ah, not a new argument then. Honestly, she does. She’s suddenly even more grateful that Chat Noir isn’t with her. “I mean you do need something to fall back on if your go to identity is accused of art theft.”

Tim doesn’t have time to register the jab at him before Kon and Cassie start to rejoice loudly and Marinette slips away before they can drag her into their next argument.

.oOo.

Back in her room, after the event, Marinette sighs. “Well, that was interesting.” Her conversations with the others had gone perfectly well. It was extremely likely that Chat Noir wouldn’t dwell on her mistakes with Batgirl and Robin, and he hadn’t been there when she spoke to Tim. Regardless, she’s never doing that again. Chat Noir can go alone.

Her phone rings and she answers the video call to see a bunch of worried faces.

“Is something wrong?”

“You need to look into Ladybug,” her father states. 

She frowns, “Why?”

“It’s possible Ladybug knows our identities and is a threat.”

Her jaw drops, “What?” 

Marinette remains in semi shock throughout Tim’s explanation. He ends with, “If you need help any of us would be glad to come.”

“Dibs on helping Nettie!” Steph calls finally snapping Marinette out of her shock. Damn, Tikki had been right about the magic. World’s greatest detectives and this was the conclusion they came to?

She glances at Tikki once, making sure she has the kwami’s support in this decision. When Tikki nods Marinette let’s herself laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

It also ends the argument ongoing on the other end of the call. All of them stare at her in confusion until she finishes laughing. Once she’s finally calmed down she asks, “ A room full of detectives and that’s the best you come up with?”

Her father frowns, “Marinette, what-”

“Did it not occur to any of you that I’m Ladybug?”

She bursts into laughter at their startled expressions. Hurrying to take a screenshot and making sure to send it to Babs.

She is so going to lord this over them for at least the next few years.

#maribat #my writing #bio dad bruce wayne #mbdbwm2023 #identity shenanigans #pre reveal

[globodoodles]

Pre reveal Ladrien I made this little comic inspired on a post of @ultrakart the post

I read a lot of headcanons and ideas everyday i wanna draw all but also I wanna draw my ideas haha

Adrien says My dear instead of My lady (cuz this phrase is only of Chat)

#headcanons #headcanon #ladrien #pre reveal #ladybug #adrien agreste #my poor baby #miraculous comic #ml

[kasienda]

Bend the World Around It - Ch 1: Tell Me It Was Real

Written for @marimbles for the Little Bugs' Secret Santa. Inspired by @blur0se's Jubilation post.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Read on Ao3

Chapter 1: Tell Me It Was Real

“Tell me it was real.”

She can’t look at him. She can barely stand the pain in his voice. She definitely can’t face it. 

“It wasn’t.”

He shakes his head, and turns to her - his eyes swirling in their intensity. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Tell me that you were there. We were there together, having the same dream.” 

She squeezes her eyes shut. She wants to lie to him. She needs to lie to him. 

But she can’t. 

Lying would be like it never happened. But it did happen. And if it’s all they get to have, she wants him to know it. 

“I think we were having the same dream,” she whispers, unable to meet his eyes. 

“We got married? Had four kids?” 

She nods. 

He sucks in a breath. “That means… you want it too.” 

“I…” but she still can’t lie to him. “We can’t,” she says instead. 

“Why not?!” he asks, but his voice cracks. He’s crying. 

She’s crying too.

“Because… because when we did the world ended.”

“What?” 

“When you and I got together, we lost and the world ended.”

… 

No. He can’t – he can’t believe that. 

“How do you know that?” 

“I saw it. Bunnyx pulled me to another time, you knew my name, and the world was… gone, and I had to fix it. You told me our love destroyed the world, and she told me we couldn’t know each other’s identities.” 

He stares at her. “So then, that’s it? We love each other and it doesn’t matter?” 

He doesn’t know why this hurts more than not having his feelings returned. 

“L-Love is a weakness,” she says. She won’t even look at him. 

“Love is a strength,” he bites back.

“Chaton,” she says gently. “You almost cataclysmed a person. A victim .” 

His right hand – his cataclysm hand – tightens into a fist. He knows that, as a hero with the power of destruction, he needs to put everyone else first, and he definitely never wants to hurt anyone. But he’s tired of always having to sacrifice everything he wants. He’s been doing that his whole life.

Except it’s Ladybug who is crying. Not him. Tears silently slip down her cheek, unacknowledged and it kills him. He never wants to make her cry even if his own heart is breaking.

He’s being selfish. She’s hurting too. She has to give up their love, their marriage, their shared life just as much as he does. And on top of that, she has to be the strong one to make sure nothing happens between them now in the real world. 

He slumps down, ashamed. He won’t make her do this alone.

“I’m sorry,” he says. 

“Honestly? I get it. I wanted to cataclysm him, too.” 

“Or at least the alarm clock,” he says, smiling. 

“Oh my god! I’m gonna hate alarm clocks even more now!” 

He laughs. “Me too, M’lady.” 

Sunday mornings had always been his favorite, where they lingered in bed together for hours.

But those Sundays never happened. 

He needs to get over it. 

“You shouldn’t love me,” he tells her.

She laughs. It’s a watery laugh. “Oh trust me, I have tried not loving you. I’ve tried to give up on love entirely. I’m really bad at it.” 

He slips his hand into hers. She doesn’t pull away. Her fingers curl around his as they have countless times before and as they never have before.

“I love you, too,” he says. 

She squeezes his hand. 

Maybe the dream wasn’t real, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. 

Not for them. 

…

Going back to his room feels like taking a dozen steps backwards. 

He thought he was free of this place, free of schedules and expectations. Free of his father. 

What does it say about his relationship with his father that the man didn’t feature in his dream at any point?

He knows Ladybug introduced him to her parents, though he can’t picture them now. Her parents had come to their wedding, but he hadn’t even wanted to invite his father. 

His room has always felt like a prison, but today, it feels a hundred times more lonely. It’s too quiet, and too big. 

And missing his family. 

His face falls into his hands and he shakes silently. Plagg curls up onto his shoulder and purrs. 

Adrien’s glad he’s there. He doesn’t want to be alone.

But it’s not enough. No where close to enough. 

Adrien cries harder. 

… 

Marinette goes home. It doesn’t feel like home anymore, but she doesn’t know where else to go. She offers her parents a bright smile that fades the instant she turns the corner up the stairs. She can’t tell them what happened. 

She doesn’t call Alya either. Alya would listen, she knows. Alya would cry with her, too. But her dream feels too special to share. At least this soon.

She lays down to sleep, but she can’t get comfortable. The pillow is all wrong and the comforter isn’t warm. She tosses and she turns, until she throws the blankets off in frustration.

She knows what the problem is. It’s that he’s not there. She falls asleep to the sound of his breathing, to the warmth of his body laying beside her now.

Her body has forgotten how to fall asleep without him there.

Which is ridiculous . She slept in this bed yesterday . 

Except yesterday feels like three years ago. 

She lets out a heavy sigh. 

Tikki’s head pops up from her usual place on Marinette’s pillow. 

“Are you okay, Marinette?” 

Marinette shrugs. “Not really, but I don’t understand. It wasn’t real.” 

Tikki shakes her head. “Marinette, Daizzi shows you your true heart’s desire. That’s not something that’s easy to just let go or forget.” 

“I miss him,” she admits, clutching her Chat doll to her chest. 

“Then tell him.” 

She blinks back the burn behind her eyes. “But we can’t!” 

“You can, Marinette. Nothing can stop you from loving each other.” 

“But the whole world ended!” 

“Sounds to me that resulted more from you knowing each other’s names than from loving each other. Chat Noir is right. Love is a strength.” 

“But how can we have a life together if we don’t know each other’s name?!” 

“I don’t know, Marinette. How did you have a life together… for three years, you said?” 

Marinette nods. Three years! They had three years together that no one else could remember. 

“How did you have a life together without knowing each other’s names?” 

“It was a dream, Tikki. The world bent around it.” 

“So bend the world around it.”

…

She thought she could wait until the next day to see him. But she only lasts two hours. She has no idea where he is, how he’s feeling, if he’s okay. She can’t call him either because he’s probably not transformed. How did she ever stand not being able to contact him at any time? She doesn’t remember! 

She transforms and goes for a run. She ends up in their spot, overlooking the entire city. Little blinking lights below fill the horizon as far as she can see. It’s a beautiful sight. She wants to appreciate it, but she doesn’t.

If she didn’t have to protect an entire city, an entire world, would she and Chat Noir be able to be together? 

She’s barely surprised when he lands next to her in a crouch not six minutes later. He takes a seat beside here - he sits so close - far closer than he would have dared only a day before.

She reaches for his hand immediately. Their fingers interlace together easily, naturally. It’s just what they do now. What they did for three years.

“What’s wrong, m’lady?” 

She stares at their interlaced hands.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she admits. 

“Why?” 

“I’m just… not used to sleeping alone anymore.” 

His fingers tighten around hers.

“I couldn’t stand being back inside my room at all,” he says.

“What are we going to do?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” he says. “But we’ll figure it out together.” 

…

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladynoir #jubilation #romance #speed write #only write the fun parts #pre reveal #my own content #Bend the World Around It

[aalissy]

Future Plans

Day 17 is finished! I hope you like it!! I loveee getting to write fluffy post-relationship Adrienette teehee! They're my fave! Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

Adrien and Marinette sat on the rooftop of Marinette's building, watching the sun dip below the Paris skyline. The evening breeze tousled their hair as they curled up together on her lawn chair, watching the sky slowly begin to darken. Marinette tightened her arms around Adrien, cuddling him to her as the wind sent a shiver of goosebumps up against her arms.

"So, what do you see yourself doing in the next five years?" Adrien asked, tilting his head back to look up at her, his green eyes brimming with curiosity.

Marinette grinned, her gaze drifting off lazily to the Eiffel Tower in the distance. This question was certainly distracting her from the cold. "What is this, a job interview?" she giggled.

“Shut up!” Adrien laughed and she enjoyed the rumble against her chest. “I’m interested!”

Marinette nodded, a spark of humor in her eyes. "Well, you know me, I’m crazy about fashion. I hope to be able to get an internship somewhere in the future. Maybe nothing too big or fancy but just enough to get me started. And then, going past the five-year timeline, I’d like to be able to open my own boutique... start my own fashion line... it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of doing." 

She finished her statement with a happy sigh, imagining the beauty of having her own fashion business. The idea of owning her own boutique one day seemed impossible but magical.  

"That sounds absolutely fantastic, Marinette!" Adrien exclaimed, turning to face her. "You know, we could collaborate on something together. Your designs plus my modeling skills could mean that we’d have the best fashion business in all of Paris."

Marinette laughed quietly before shaking her head. “I’m not going to force you to model for me, Adrien. I know you quit for a reason. It just wasn’t your dream.” 

“Yeah, but you’re my dream. I just want to be with you and if I could help you fulfill your wishes, that would mean the world to me.”

Marinette let out a soft cry before pulling Adrien up to her, crashing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. There was a pause for just a brief moment before he was kissing her back just as deeply. She ran her fingers through his hair as she deepened their kiss. This, right here, was everything to her.

“I love you,” Marinette murmured after she pulled back for some much-needed air. “So, so much. You have no idea how much that means to me, Adrien. You’ve been my dream too for a very long time now and I never thought I’d hear you say the same about me.”

“I love you too,” Adrien spoke breathily before connecting their lips together again. 

Slowly, they pulled apart, lingering in each other’s arms in the quiet of the evening. Adrien ran his fingers along her arms, warming her prior chill and her eyes fluttered closed at the touch. The city below seemed to slow down, giving them a peaceful moment amidst the bustling life of Paris.

"I can imagine us traveling together. When we’re older and are an incredible designer and model duo," Adrien mused, breaking the silence softly. "Exploring new places, experiencing different cultures. It would be incredible."

Marinette smiled, nestling herself back against the small lawn chair they were in and cuddling Adrien back to her chest. "Yeah, that really does sound amazing. We could visit fashion capitals, attend shows, and maybe even collaborate with designers from around the world."

The idea of blending their love for each other with their passion for fashion filled their hearts with excitement. They talked about attending fashion weeks in Milan, Paris, New York, and Tokyo, envisioning a future where their creations would grace runways and magazines.

"And imagine," Marinette added, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, "we could create sustainable fashion lines, promoting eco-friendly practices and ethical production."

Adrien nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "That's a fantastic idea. We could use our platform to inspire some more positive change in the industry."

As the night deepened, they wrapped themselves in a shared blanket, watching the stars twinkle above. The quiet moments between their conversations were filled with a comfortable silence, a testament to their deep connection.

"I'm so grateful for moments like these," Marinette said softly, pressing a kiss against the top of his head. "No matter where life takes us, I know we'll always have each other."

Adrien leaned into her embrace, feeling a profound sense of contentment. "I’m so glad I found you."

They stayed on the rooftop, lost in dreams of the future, cherishing the love that bound them together. In that peaceful night, under the starlit sky, Adrien and Marinette found solace in each other's arms, knowing that their journey was just beginning, filled with endless possibilities and shared adventures.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #ml #fic #fanfic #adrienette #adrinette #ml fic #adrinetteapril2024 #adrienetteapril2024 #adrinetteapril #adrienetteapril #post relationship pre reveal #post relationship #pre reveal

[unhindged-mlb]

Chat Noir: Remember, Ladybug, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Ladybug: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

#shes going out with adrian #pre reveal #adrien? adrian? they are all the same to me #adrien agreste #adrienette #mlb ladybug #mlbposting #mlb incorrect quotes #self post

[tsuki-chibi]

Ladynoir July 2023 Day 23: If I Never Saw You Again

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“Whew, I’m tired after that.” Ladybug dropped down onto the roof, sprawling on her back. She stared up at the sky, her chest heaving slightly from exertion. She and Chat had done a really long patrol tonight, much longer than they normally did. It had felt great at the time, but now fatigue was setting in fast.

“Me too. I need to rest a bit before I head home,” Chat said, sitting down beside her. He pulled his legs up against his chest and rested his arms on top of his knees. He looked tired, Ladybug thought, studying his profile. The mask hid any potential puffiness around his eyes, but it couldn’t hide the slump of his shoulders or the downturn of his mouth.

“Are you okay?” Ladybug asked impulsively, propping herself up on her elbows. Maybe there was more to his mood than just being tired.

Chat sighed. “I think I’m a little burnt out,” he said after a moment. “Everything has been a lot lately, you know? My job has been putting a lot of pressure on me. So has my dad, for that matter. And then when you add on homework and school and how many akumas Hawkmoth’s been sending out…” He ran a hand through his hair, making it even messier than before.

“Oh Chat, why didn’t you tell me?” Ladybug said, sitting up.

“Because there’s nothing you could do,” Chat said reasonably. “You can’t stop Hawkmoth from sending out akumas, and you can’t help in my civilian life.”

That was true. Ladybug frowned to herself in frustration. About the only thing she could do was offer to rely more heavily on other members of their miraculous team, but she knew Chat well enough to know that he would not take that well. No matter how she spun it, he’d see it as Ladybug trying to replace him.

“You could still talk to me about it,” she said finally. “I want to support you as best that I can.” Or at least, as best that she could when the secret of their identities kept them so far apart.

“There is one thing,” Chat said, somewhat hesitantly.

“What?” Ladybug said immediately. “What is it?”

“I know how you feel about our identities,” Chat began.” And I know you’ve asked me not to ask you if we can tell each other who we are. That’s not what I’m trying to do.”

“Okay,” Ladybug said slowly, furrowing her eyebrows. She didn’t see where this was going, but she was willing to at least listen.

Chat didn’t look at her. He stared out over the city. His voice was troubled when he said, “But sometimes I think… what if something happened? What if our miraculouses got stolen? Or what if Hawkmoth wins and they disappear or something like that?”

“That won’t happen,” Ladybug said.

“You don’t know that,” Chat pointed out.

And Ladybug had to admit… she didn’t.

“It’s just… if I never saw you again… that is the worst thing that I can think of,” Chat finished. He sounded a bit choked up about it, and that broke Ladybug’s heart. She scooted closer to him and grabbed his hand. Chat looked at her, and his eyes were overly bright.

“Then let’s make a promise,” Ladybug said, squeezing his hand tightly.

It was Chat’s turn to look confused. “A promise?”

“If something ever happens to one or both of our miraculouses, we’ll meet somewhere,” Ladybug said. She wracked her brain for the right spot. “Okay. Do you know the park just down the street from Collège Françoise Dupont? It’s almost right across the street from the Dupain-Cheng bakery?”

Chat nodded.

“Okay. Then let’s promise that if anything ever happens, we’ll meet right there,” Ladybug said. “We’ll meet at 6pm by the fountain.”

Chat contemplated this for a moment. Then he said, “But what if my miraculous got taken and yours didn’t? How would I let you know?”

“If I don’t see or hear from you for more than say… three days, I’ll go there,” Ladybug replied. “And you can do the same for me. Does that sound okay?”

“Yeah, it sounds good. Thank you, My Lady,” Chat said.

Ladybug leaned forward and hugged him tightly in response.

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #pre reveal #miraculous ficlet #my fics #ladynoirjuly2023

[pippipdiddlydoodles]

there's no hope for them :)

#my doodle #ml #adrinette #adrienette #love square #adrien agreste #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #pre reveal #post reveal #prpr #ml comic #ml fanart #lovesquare

[luminicentowl]

Chapter 36 part 1

#miraculous ladybug #Ladybug #Chat Noir #Chat chats with his lady #ao3 #fanfiction #chat #two idiots texting #Pre reveal #ladynoir #funny #adorable

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Dick Grayson is put on mandatory vacation by a concerned BPD and finds a plane ticket booked to Germany in his mail the next day.

(“I am concerned for you, master Richard,” Alfred says when he calls to tell him Bruce can shove his charity right up his- “please do indulge this old man and allow yourself a break?” He doesn’t deserve a break. He needs to keep working or he’s going to come apart at the seams just like Bruce and- “… okay, Alf. Okay.”)

And… it’s nice, Dick will admit. No looking over his shoulder every two seconds, no fear of missed calls, no vigilantes.

Only an idyllic landscape, the hustle and bustle of foreign cities, Jason-

Wait, JASON?

#jason is there on a training gig #neither planned on running into the other #pre red hood #pre identity reveal #dick thinks he’s hallucinating but then Jason pales and starts sprinting away and pushing people out of the way #jason and dick #and oh hell no if this is real— #if this is REAL #oh god please let it be real #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #red hood #Nightwing #prompts #robin

[anna-scribbles]

in honor of 8 years of miraculous ladybug: text messages i sent my friends in 2016 when i first watched the show

#if you were my friend in 2016 im so sorry #the pre hawkmoth is gabriel reveal days. dark ages #ml #miraculous ladybug #anna rambles #happy birthday miraculous ladybug ur one of my longest most committed relationships

[trashno0dle]

so there's a lot of speculation whether or not they're gonna have mike be michael or not in the fnaf movie. and so far even i thought it was pretty unlikely considering the little things we've been shown. but now that the full trailers been revealed there's something that caught my eye. and maybe i'm puling a matpat here and over analyzing one little frame but. just hear me out alright. so in the little snippet we see of a phone call between mike and william, it's pretty normal and well, there's nothing to show that they know each other. clearly mike doesn't know who he's talking to, he just wants a job.

and honestly for me i was losing hope that they were gonna have mike be revealed to be michael. since initially i thought this was just them confirming that he's not since, surely if he was michael then he'd recognize his fathers voice? but. that might not be the case.

my theory/speculation for the route they're going (again, emphasis on the theory i'm not saying this is 100% canon) is that it's heavily implied there's going to be SOME kind of flashback with mike as a young teenager, since a boy was cast and listed as "young mike" too. and this information about his character given back when casting for the roles were announced.

"riddled with guilt over a tragedy in his past" which only further strengthens the possibility of a flashback to the bite of 83 where michael pranked his brother and inadvertently caused his death. it's the aftermath of this event with determines how this theory could work. either, william and his wife divorced shortly after, and his wife got custody of mike - they married into another family, the schmidt's. this could lead to abby either being his step-sister or his half-sister.

OR. mike was taken away from william either because of the bite or because the police were heavily suspicious that william was responsible for the missing children. he was put into the system and adopted by - again - the schmidt's. and the reason he doesn't remember anything is because the trauma and the guilt from the bite of 83 and the death of his little brother caused him to heavily repress those memories and in turn, a lot of others (william) without realizing.

so mike doesn't recognize william's voice here. but william?

this is the frame that caught me here. his expression, the subtle smile on his face. the gears are turning in his head, something clicked.

what if william was keeping tabs on mike this whole time? and he carefully plotted to ensure he got the job at freddy's. for reasons unknown. maybe he just wanted to mess with him, make him remember everything he repressed from his childhood - he's trying to get him to remember by bringing him back to the place where it all started. he remembers his son, but mike doesn't remember his father.

BUT that's just me i'm a little insane. anyway i needed to make this post and write down my thoughts or i'd explode.

#i think theyre making us think mike isnt michael #theyre misleading us on purpose #so that when it is revealed. it hits a little harder #thats just me anyway #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #william afton #michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf theory #sorry guys idk what happened here i think i got possessed by matpat #pre fnaf movie #pre fnaf movie theory

[kasienda]

Written for @ladrienjune Day 25 - Goodbye Kiss

Read on AO3

Chapter 1 - Adrinette - Kiss in the Rain

Chapter 2 - Ladrien - Goodbye Kiss

She’s out during the middle of the night again. It’s the fifth night in a row. Adrien watches her swing gracefully from one building to the next and contemplates joining her. But whatever is bothering her, she won’t share with Chat Noir. Each time he asked, she insisted that with him there, she knew they’d be fine.

And when she offered him the brightest smile - a smile he thought existed only in their Jubiliation inspired shared dream - he couldn’t bring himself to argue. And he spent the rest of their shared patrols making her laugh with his antics. He thought he had turned each of her nights around, but clearly any positive effect he was having wasn’t providing any lasting benefit.

Because each night, she was out again, clearly trying to run from whatever kept her mind spiraling in circles.

Before he can overthink it, he whips out his phone and flashes his light at her. And almost immediately she changes the trajectory of her current arc towards the mansion. It’s almost as if she was already watching him.

She lands gracefully on the edge of the window sill.

He reminds himself to breathe. He’s always more taken by her presence when he’s sans the cat ears. He’s not sure why. Perhaps it’s because he has nothing to hide behind. He’s always wanted her to see his face, so when she can, he feels something. Or perhaps it’s because of the way she looks at him when he’s not wearing the mask. Her eyes are bright and pink dusts her cheeks.

“Good evening, Adrien,” she says, grinning.

“Hello, Ladybug,” he breathes. “It’s very kind of you to go out of your way to stop by.”

She nods deeply, acknowledging his thanks. “What can I do for you?”

His hand flew to the back of his neck. “I uh… just noticed you’ve been out a lot this week–”

“You’ve noticed that?” she asked, the pink on her cheeks darkening.

“–and I wanted to ask if you were okay?”

She stares at him for a moment, and he has to look down at the floor.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asks.

“Umm… last time you were here all the miraculous were stolen and you broke down in my bathroom?”

Her shoulders stiffen and her eyes blow open.

He wants to kick himself. “Not that I blame you for any of that! I was just worried about you!”

She glances away. She looks defeated and he wishes he had opted to go out to meet her as Chat Noir afterall. If he was wearing the suit, he would at least be able to pull her into a hug.

“That was months ago,” she says quietly.

“Doesn’t mean you’re over it,” he says.

She remains silent, her gaze locked on her yo-yo as if everything that has happened since that night is its fault.

“Though I don’t mean to presume,” he adds. “I’m sure a lot has happened between now and then.”

She turns towards his window. “Have you ever been in love?” she asks, taking a step forward so they’re standing side by side, looking out over Paris’s skyline.

He wants to laugh that it’s her asking him that question, but he doesn’t. She’s too quiet.

“Yes,” he says, looking straight at her. If she turned to him would she be able to see his feelings written on his face?

“Have you ever had to pretend that you didn’t love that person?”

He turns back to the view. “Yes,” he says, feeling the weight of that one word.

She turns to him with furrowed eyebrows. “Why?”

He shrugs. He can’t really explain why he had to turn down Marinette as Adrien. But maybe he can explain why he had to turn her down as Chat Noir. “Anyone I love, anyone I show any special attention to is likely to become a target. To get eviscerated, tortured, and harrassed by my fans. Especially if my father is not on board.”

She nods enthusiastically. “That’s exactly it! Anyone I show special attention will become a target for Monarch, and can be used against me. That, and I can never share all of myself with them. Turns out lies aren’t great for a relationship.”

“Tell me about it,” he mumbles.

“But it makes it hard to want to keep doing this,” she gestures to her suit, “knowing that if I gave it up, I could maybe be happy.”

“Do you want to give this up?” He fears her answer though he knows he has no room to talk.

“I can’t,” she says, her gaze falling into her hands. “I almost did once, but I couldn’t go through with it.”

“What stopped you?” he whispers.

“A different love,” she says.

He breathes in again, and the air is sweet with the scent of her floral perfume. He finds himself smiling. It was the same for him.

“Paris is lucky to have you,” he says.

“You think so?”

He laughs and nods. “Definitely. You don’t?”

She shrugs, but doesn’t say anything and they go back to staring at the night sky.

“Ladybug?”

“Yeah?”

“Does the person you love know that you love them?”

She’s watching him, staring into his eyes, before her gaze drops to his lips. Suddenly he can’t breathe.

…

Marinette knows that she shouldn’t. He shouldn’t know that Ladybug loves him. They just established how dangerous that knowledge was. She’s already gotten her kiss. It’s supposed to be enough.

At least until Monarch has been defeated.

She promised herself it would be enough.

But she reaches for his hand anyway. Slides her fingers through his, and she can feel his sharp intake of breath, and the look of awe on his face is so worth it. She smirks at him. That seems to bring him back to life.

“I think one of them knows,” she admits. “You?” she asks, looking at his face, not acknowledging their joined hands. If neither of them say anything, is it really happening?

“I think both of them know,” he whispers, his fingers tightening around hers.

And now it’s her that gasps. He loves Marinette. She knows that he does. Is he saying that he loves Ladybug too?

Her eyes burn with threatened tears. It’s not fair. This sweet boy, who stole her heart the day she met him somehow along the way fell in love with both of her. She should be able to love him back. A single tear breaks past her defenses.

His thumb brushes it from her cheek. “What is it?”

She leans into the palm of his hand, and shakes her head. “Nothing.” She wishes she could tell him. She wishes things were different so she could reciprocate his feelings.

If she had never become Ladybug and never met Chat Noir, nothing would hold her back.

Not that she can ever regret meeting Chat Noir.

“I should go,” she whispers.

But he doesn’t let go of her hand. “May I offer you a goodnight kiss?”

She needs to say no. She should say no.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” he says.

But it would. It would mean everything. And that’s why she pulls him closer, and lets her lips find his. He is warm and velvet soft. Their lips part and they’re breathing the same air. She’s already kissed him once, but he doesn’t know that. She isn’t going to turn away one more stolen memory if it’s all she gets to have of him.

The kiss ends too soon.

“Thank you, Adrien.”

“For?”

“For understanding why I can’t give you my heart.”

He kisses her hand. And then she pulls away, and sends her yo-yo flying. Knowing that if she stayed, she wouldn’t be able to hold back.

And she has to.

She can’t tell Adrien who she is. She can’t love him as Marinette without lying to him constantly, and she can’t love him as Ladybug without putting him in danger.

But she wishes that she could. That she could give him all of herself.

…

Final chapter will be up in Ladynoir July!

#Ladrien june 2023 #miraculous ladybug #Ladrien #season five alternate love square progression #pre reveal #adrien agreste #ladybug #my own content #kisses in the rain #I forgot to add a read more line and now I can’t figure out how to do it from my phone #I’m sorry #will fix when I get home

[aalissy]

What If

Andd day 16 is done now :). Another short lil post-relationship, pre-reveal Adrienette chapter. I hope you like it <3. Lemme know what you think!

AO3

“What do you think would have happened if we never found each other?” Adrien murmured softly. They were at her computer, playing Ultimate Mecha Strike for what had to be close to the millionth time.

“Ha! Impossible!” Marinette waved off his comment. The idea of her having never met Adrien was too crazy to think about. She had always been destined to meet him.

He paused the game and she turned to look at him, blinking in slight surprise.

“I’m serious. What if we had never met?”

She shook her head, her pigtails swaying as she did so. “And I’m telling you that it’s an impossible question. I was always going to meet you.”

“Come on, Marinette.” Adrien chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “What if we had been in different classes or different schools?”

Marinette frowned slightly, taking a moment to think. The first scenario seemed very unlikely for them to have never met but the second... the second seemed quite a bit more likely.

Slowly, she began to word her thoughts, “I think I still would have met you quite easily even if we had been in different classes. After all, I know both Marc, Aurore, and Zoé and they’re in different classes.” Adrien tilted his head in agreement with her point. “Different schools might be a bit trickier but we had that field trip to New York once so I’m sure eventually we’d have had a trip together or something that connected our two schools.”

Marinette beamed over at him after finishing that last sentence. After all, the thought of having never met Adrien just seemed inconceivable. Besides, she was Ladybug, so she’d certainly have to save him at one point or another. But, she couldn’t exactly just say that. As much as she may want to.

“Alright, fair enough.” Adrien chuckled, leaning back in her chair as he popped one of the macaroons her parents brought up for them in his mouth. “But what if my father had never allowed me to go to school at all? How would we have met then?”

She hummed lightly, nibbling on her lip in thought once again. This was also a fair bit trickier. But then, she snapped her fingers. “Fashion!” Marinette practically shouted.

“What?” he asked, his brow creasing with confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she dragged out. “I’m destined to be a fashion designer and you would be a model working for Gabriel Agreste. Our first meeting would be legendary!” She sent him a goofy grin.

“Ahh, but you’re forgetting. I’m not a model anymore,” he teased.

“Adrien, sweetheart, I love you.” Marinette reached over, placing her hand over his, practically melting into a big puddle when his eyes softened at the touch. “But if, in this alternate universe, your father was keeping you from school, then I’m certain he’d force you to continue modeling forever.”

Adrien opened his mouth, surely about to say something before he closed it with a quiet, dumbfounded laugh. “You know what, I think you’re right. I was only able to stand up to my father in the first place because of you.”

She squeezed his hand, trying to bring the smile back to his face. “Not to worry, of course, once we met, I would swoop in and save you from your modeling career. Maybe I’d get you a job at the bakery or something.” Marinette giggled.

Adrien grinned, a warmth spreading through him at Marinette's words. "A job at the bakery, huh? I could get used to that."

Marinette laughed, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Just imagine, you in an apron, covered in flour, trying to bake pastries."

"I think I'd make a mess of it," Adrien admitted with a chuckle. "But if it's with you, I'd give it a try."

They sat there, enjoying each other's company, the game paused forgotten on the screen. It was moments like these, simple and sweet, that made them cherish their relationship even more.

"Hey, Marinette," Adrien said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yeah?" Marinette turned to him, her gaze filled with curiosity.

"I'm glad we found each other," he said, his voice sincere. "No matter how crazy the 'what ifs' are, I'm just happy we're here, together."

Marinette's heart fluttered at his words, a smile spreading across her face. "Me too, Adrien. Me too."

He leaned over, pecking a kiss against her lips that had her smiling into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him down to her as she deepened their kiss.

They shared this sweet moment of kisses, just relishing in the warmth of their connection. They knew that no matter the twists and turns life might have taken, they were meant to be together, playing video games, baking pastries, and facing whatever challenges came their way, side by side.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #ml #fic #fanfic #adrienette #adrinette #ml fic #adrinetteapril2024 #adrienetteapril2024 #adrinetteapril #adrienetteapril #love square #pre reveal #post relationship #post relationship pre reveal