12 for the kiss prompts!!
Ahh this one is so cute!! (I definitely went a little overboard so here it is on AO3 as well!!) Thank you for sending in this one!! đź’śđź©·
#12: Sleepy/Half-Asleep Kiss from this list by @kisspromptsforthelovesquare!!
“Ladybug?” Adrien asked in surprise before immediately hating himself for it.Â
The superheroine was curled up into a ball behind the dumpsters, looking dead for all the world. Her eyes slowly blinked open at the sound of her name, gaze remaining cloudy and unfocused.
“Chat?” she whispered.
And there was the self-hate. He should’ve transformed before waking her up, but Adrien couldn’t help himself. Out of concern, his knee jerk reaction had been to get to her as quickly as possible, forgetting he was out of the suit. That as far as Ladybug knew, he was just a random civilian. Or at the very least, nobody worth noticing.
If only he’d transformed. If only he could lie now.
“No, I’m sorry, Ladybug,” he said, “I'm not Chat Noir.”
Ladybug reached up, a gloved hand patting his cheek, even as she continued to lay there, looking for all the world a lifeless doll.Â
“Oh, you're not,” she agreed, voice alight with wonder. “Who are you, pretty boy?”
She was delirious, he reminded himself firmly, but that did absolutely nothing to help stop the flush that was crawling up its neck.
It absolutely didn’t help when Ladybug began to lazily stroke her thumb back and forth on his cheek.Â
Adrien’s breath caught in his throat; his heart was playing a staccato in his chest. He needed her to stop, he wanted her to never stop.Â
“How are you so pretty?” Ladybug asked, her eyes flitting over his face. “It’s not fair.”
“You’re even prettier,” Adrien replied immediately. It was true. She was the prettiest person he had ever met, with a heart that was big enough for the entire world. Â
Ladybug laughed— a soft laugh, the kind that dissolves into a sigh, warm and contented. “I don’t want to stare at myself all day long.”
“I do,” Adrien blurted out, before the implications of her statement hit him. Before he realized what he himself was saying.
“You want to stare at me all day, pretty boy?” Ladybug said it like it was all a big joke.Â
“Always,” Adrien replied. He could’ve told her about his photo collection, how often he clutched his phone wishing he could talk to her, but he didn’t know how to find the words. Nor was she coherent enough to listen.
Ladybug smiled. “You’re the sweetest boy in Paris. I love you so much,” she said. Adrien froze. She did what now?
She yawned right as she finished speaking, pulling her hand (and his head) down as she did. Still frozen, Adrien followed without much (any) resistance. Next thing he knew, bluebell eyes were looking into his, an almost negligible distance between them.Â
His eyes widened, as he stared back at her, unable to move.Â
She sighed again, her warm breath hitting his cheeks, the scent of mint and coffee invading his nostrils.Â
“I wish all my dreams were as nice as this one,” she whispered. Dreams? There was no time to correct Ladybug’s assumptions or even begin to comprehend what she was saying.Â
Before he could even begin to react, he found his lips pressed to hers. His first thought? Soft. The pressure was unexpected but comforting. Then he regained his sanity.
What was he supposed to do? Return the kiss? Try to move? She clearly didn’t know she was awake, so did she really mean to kiss him?
His brain was racing trying to come but his limbs refused to cooperate. So instead, he just stayed where she wanted him.Â
The kiss lasted for all of a moment, maybe two, before Ladybug stiffened. She pulled away, all traces of sleepiness gone now.
“You’re real?” she asked, looking a little horrified. “I thought…” she licked her lips before freezing, unable to do much more than stare at him. Â
Adrien gave a helpless shrug.
She let out a squeak, clasping a hand to her mouth. Moving back to sit up, there was a terror in her eyes. “What have I done?” she mumbled to herself before looking up to meet his eyes. “I am so sorry,” she cried. Shame was flooding her features; she looked utterly miserable.Â
“I wasn’t complaining,” Adrien interrupted. He would have said anything to get that look off of her face, but this one had the benefit of being the truth.  Â
“What?”
He’d never seen Ladybug look more confused in his life. And they’d faced some pretty perplexing akumas together.Â
“It was you. I would never complain about that. You can kiss me whenever you like.”
“Adrien,” Ladybug shook her head.
“Besides, I have it on good authority that you love me,” he interrupted before she could try being self-deprecating.Â
Somehow that realization seemed to be even more devastating to Ladybug. “I thought I was dreaming,” she half hissed, half wailed.Â
“I love you too,” he said gently. He never had a problem telling her how much he loved her, but somehow it felt different out of costume. More intimate. Or perhaps it was the fact that this time he knew his sentiments were being reciprocated.Â
Ladybug searched for something on his face. “I—,” she reached out for him before dropping her arm. “I’m in the suit,” she muttered, closing her eyes. “I’m sorry, I can’t…Not like this.”
He wasn’t surprised. Ladybug was nothing if not a professional. And that was fine, just knowing she loved him just as much as he loved her was enough for him. One day, they would reveal their identities and would be able to be together, without anything getting in their way.
Adrien could wait.Â
Until then…he smiled at Ladybug. “I understand. But how about one more kiss, for the road?” he asked, having summoned all of his courage to say the words aloud.
“I never realized how cheeky you can be,” Ladybug murmured. She seemed to be looking at him in a new light.Â
He gave a wry smile. “Is that a no?” he asked, pushing his luck.Â
Ladybug shook her head and that was fine. Adrien was only a little disappointed, but then she was placing her hand back on his cheek and leaning in. Â
Adrien brightened. He began to lean in himself but before their lips could meet, Ladybug turned her face to the side, her lips meeting his cheek instead.
“That will have to do,” she said, pulling back. “I should get going.”
“You’re okay right?” Adrien checked, ignoring the way disappointment and butterflies were swirling in his stomach in equal measures. “I mean, this isn’t exactly the most comfortable place,” he said, gesturing towards the dumpster.
Ladybug grimaced. “I was cutting through here to get home and ended up falling asleep mid-swing. It had been a long night. It’s fine, I should be okay to get back now.”
Adrien nodded. “I’m glad.” He darted forwards, quick as can be, pressing a kiss to her cheek this time. “Get home safe, Ladybug.”Â
She gaped at him, launching her yoyo and swinging out of there without another word. Adrien didn’t mind.Â
He was fine watching her leave. He had a new hope now and it was all he needed to keep going.Â
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pisoprano's Loveybug AU Week Fics
In case you missed something, here are the links to my Loveybug AU fics, all in one place for your convenience. (see also the series page on Ao3)
Marinette contemplates moving to Mexico. Tikki has other ideas. A Loveybug origin story.
Loveybug introduces herself to Chat Noir and they tackle their first akuma together.
Loveybug is the best idea Marinette has ever had! She can now love Chat Noir all she wants! Wait, where did he go?
Marinette doesn't know what happened to Chat Noir, just that Catwalker had replaced him immediately after she became Loveybug. She wants to hate Catwalker for replacing her partner, but when the green-haired hero shows up on her balcony, acting like a friend might be the only way she can get answers.
Adrien and Loveybug hold hands.
Catwalker asks Loveybug about what happened to her predecessor.
Adrien realizes he has some feelings for Loveybug. Loveybug realizes that Adrien still misses Ladybug.
Catwalker and Loveybug swap miraculouses, only for a familiar face to show up. (currently unfinished)
Marinette loses the ability to become Loveybug.
Catwalker and Loveybug go into the final battle.
MAJOR SPOILERS for Miraculous Season 5 finale.
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13 is a classic that will never get old
checked what it was and was immediately like Yes. it's always so funny
13. “I forgot you’re dating my other identity” kiss from this list by @/kisspromptsforthelovesquare!
Waking up is slow and sticky, one of those naps that feels almost comatose -- spatial compass trying to calibrate, one arm numb, taste buds still rebooting. Marinette doesn't even try to open her eyes. No point. Naps like this means she's definitely too late for whatever it is she was procrastinating. And she's already drifting off again, anyway.
Slowly, a warm pair of arms pull her in.
Oh, right. She'd fought an akuma. This nap wasn't procrastination. It was deserved.
Blindly, she reaches up and strokes his jaw. "You awake, chaton?"
Chat Noir groans softly. She imagines his face in her pillow, or smushed into her giant cat plushie.
"No," he says. "Body achy. Leave me alone."
She momentarily forgets her own soreness. He sounds exhausted. After the body slam he took against those bricks today, she's surprised he even managed to make it to her balcony. She hardly can, some days, but she knows it cheers him up to cuddle with his civilian girlfriend after difficult fights. The only hard part is having to pretend she wasn't also present during those fights, especially today, when she's so tired she can't even remember getting back to her room.
Cupping the back of his head with one hand, she musters up her strength to move and kisses his neck.
"Do you want macarons?" she asks, kissing him again.
He groans again, shifting around. "I want to sleep," he says. "Your mattress is so uncomfy."
Excuse him. He didn't seem to have much of a problem with her mattress when he was sneaking into her room every night for, quote unquote, 'platonic' sleepovers before they started dating. Now he calls it uncomfy?
Though, to be fair, it does feel a little harder than usual.
He searches blindly for her face until he finds her lips. She lets him kiss her, even though his nose is cold, and in the meantime runs her hand through his hair.
Huh.
She can't feel his hair.
Why can't she feel his hair?
Marinette opens her eyes to the open sky. And her own transformed hand. And Chat Noir's decidedly untransformed face.
"Fuck!" Ladybug yells, and sits up on the roof tile. She grabs hold of his shoulder (his civilian shoulder, clad in a white overshirt--) and shakes him hard. "Chat, wake up."
He must hear something in her voice, because Chat Noir-- Adrien opens his eyes.
He looks at her.
She looks at him.
Reaching up, he touches his collar, where her lip balm had transferred from his neck.
"So I'm guessing the macarons are off the table now?" he asks.
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