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mochinek0 · 9 months

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Reunion

No one from Françoise Dupont High School expected Marinette Dupain-Cheng to walk into the ten year reunion. As far as they knew, she hadn't been invited. Marinette strode in, with her head held high, and walked right up to Lila Rossi.

"I want to thank you for being such a bitch to me, Lila." Mari smiled, "You changed my life for the better."

"E-Excuse me?" Lila questioned.

'There' no way that forcing her out of school and isolating her gave her an amazing life!'

"That whole shit about telling people what they wanted to hear." Marinette began to explain, "I got really tired of defending myself and being told that I had to 'love you' to make you a better person by the staff. I got tired of being stacked with doing shit for free: all that babysitting I never said I would do, the banners, uniforms, clothes, fundraisers! It was exhausting for a fifteen year old."

Mari smiled, "Once you turned everyone against me, I realized how much free time I had! I signed up for homeschooling and worked extremely hard to graduate early. I even skipped a couple grades. It turned out that my husband's family were huge fans of my designs, so they offered to pay for my schooling if I moved."

"Husband?" Lila asked, concerned, "I didn't realize you had gotten married."

"Yeah." Marinette stated, "We met when I was seventeen and got married when I was nineteen; we have two kids."

Lila looked up and down at her arch-rival. Aside from a growth spurt and a larger chest, Marinette didn't look like she had changed at all. She looked like she was in her early twenties!

"So, thank you for bullying me." Marinette continued with a smile, "It was the best thing that could have happened to me."

Lila stayed silent. She didn't know what to say to that. None of her other victims had ever thanked her. She could feel eyes on them. She knew people were listneing in on their conversation. If she started to make a scene, it wouldn't end well.

"We'll, I'm married too!" Announced Lila.

"Oh, congrats." Marinette smiled, "Where is the lucky person?"

Lila spotted a tall, dark, and handsome man walk into the venue.

"There he is." Lila smiled.

Lila watched as her prey came towards them.

'Just a few more feet and I'll be able grab him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind playing along for a few minutes.'

Lila reached out a hand to grab him, when he put his arm around Marinette's waist and kissed her.

"Hello, Habibiti." he spoke.

"Everything okay without us at the company?" Mari asked.

He sighed, "Yes. It was just Grayson being himself."

Marinette giggled, "I'm sorry, Lila. This is my husband, Damian Wayne. Where were you saying your spouse is?"

Lila plastered a smile on her face, "They just stepped out. They had their cellphone out. It must be an important client. We're both models."

'There's no way she is married to this guy! The sooner she leaves, the sooner I can tell everyone I recognize him as an actor.'

Lila couldn't believe her luck. Adrien had just walked though the doors.

'Marinette was obsessed with him for years! Her fake marriage will be exposed and I can get the guy to stay with me. It doesn’t matter how much she paid him. I'm sure I could pay him more.'

"Marinette!" Adrien shouted.

He was quick to run over and hug her, pulling her away from her husband.

"Agreste, put my wife down." Damian growled.

Adrien turned his attention to Damian and froze.

"Hey, Wayne." He smiled, before looking around, "Where are the kids? Where's my neice and nephew?"

'Kids? They're really married and have kids?'

"They're with my parents, Adrien." Mari answered, "I'm sure they're being fed sugar and will pass out soon."

"So, is that an invite?" the model asked.

"To my parent's place for sweets?" Mrs. Wayne questioned, "You live here! They call me like once a week saying you were at the bakery!"

Adrien chuckled, "No. What about my time with the kids?"

Marinette looked to Damian, who shrugged. She turned to Adrien and shot him a look.

"Tell you what, you can see them in two days." she replied, "A whole day with Uncle Adrien."

'Uncle Adrien?'

"Really?" Adrien cried out, happily.

"But, you got to plan it." she answered.

"Disneyland Paris?" the Agreste heir suggested.

"Fine." Marinette growled, "But if you lose one of my kids, again, I will hurt you."

Adrien glanced towards Damian.

"Adrien, if you think my husband is scarier, just because you have seen his sword collection, you're wrong." Marinette Wayne declared, "You lose one of my children, I will hurt you worse than my husband could ever imagine."

"Got it." Adrien smiled, "Plan awesome VIP experience for the kids!"

"Great!" Mari smiled back.

"Man, you moving really toughened you up." the model winced.

"I punched my brother-in-law the first day there because I thought he grabbed my ass." Mrs. Wayne spoke.

"That is still one of my best days ever. No one has underestimated you since." Damian stated, before kissing her head.

"So, what are you doing here?" Adrien questioned, "Didn't you graduate like two years before us?"

"Oh, I just wanted to thank Lila for bullying me and getting me homeschooled." Marinette smiled, "It sucked that she bullied me, at the time, but if she hadn't done that, I wouldn't be with Damian and we wouldn't have our kids."

Adrien quickly turned to Lila, "Thank you for being a bitch to my best friend. I love my niece and nephew. Marinette, do you think we should get her like a fruit basket or something?"

Mari laughed, "We have dinner plans so we're gonna head out. Enjoy the reunion, Adrien."

Adrien took a step back and eyed Marinette's dress. It was a short black bodycon dress with puffy transparent sleeves. He eyed the black heels, warily.

"Dressed like that?" he questioned.

"Eyes on my wife's face, Agreste." Damian growled.

Adrien rolled his eyes, "She's all yours. I don't think I've ever seen you dressed like this, is all. You think you'll be able to take care of the kids dressed like that?"

Marinette answered, "They are staying with my parents tonight." before walking away.

Adrien watched as Damian placed his hand at Marinette's waist, likely making sure she didn't fall in those heels.

Adrien smiled, evilly, "Hey, Marinette!"

The designer turned to look back at her friend.

"I want another neice or nephew!" he shouted.

Marinette's face morphed from shock to embarassment, before she quickly glared at her best friend. She squeaked as she was quickly lifted into her husband's arms.

"Damian, you put me down!" she snapped at him.

"No." her husband responded.

"Why not?" she growled.

"Adrien won't get his wish if you're in jail for harming him." Damian smirked.

Marinette buried her face in her husband's chest and remained silent.

Adrien laughed as Marinette was carried out of the reunion. Nino walked up to him, confused.

"You….You kept in touch with Mari?" he questioned.

"Of course!" Adrien smiled, brightly, "I helped her with her math sometimes and she talks with Father about designing. She's my best friend."

"Designs?" Rose asked.

"Marinette is a fashion designer in the states." he answered, "Her husband's family runs an international company. She occasionally designs for their clothing line, but they do other stuff, too. Marinette has an office in their building, but she mostly does custom work. I think last year someone asked for a wedding dress. It was around $25,000."

"Seriously?" Alya asked, full of surprise.

"Oh yeah!" Adrien smiled, "She's an amazing deisgner. A lot of her dresses and suits have been coming out on runways and red carpet events."

"You're forgetting that she bullied Lila!" cried Sabrina, "She was mean to her! How can you be friends with her?"

"Actually, it was the other way around." Adrien stated, "Lila once claimed that Mari pushed her, after school, so hard that she injured her knee and was forced to walk home with a limp. I tried to tell you that Marinette couldn't have done it; Marinette had been with me the day before. You told me I was just confused. You never let me speak. You just decided Lila was right."

The class just stared at him.

'Had they really done that? Had they ignored Adrien when he tried to defend Marinette?'

"You never listened to me or Marinette when we told you about Lila being a lying bitch." he shrugged.

"But you're married!" Kim shouted, "How can you choose Marinette over a model?"

"I didn't. I'm bi and dating a male model from my father's company." Adrien announced, "Lila was fired when she was sixteen. Wasn't Lila held back a grade? Why is she even here? You didn't graduate with us or even from this school."

"It was a computer error!" Max spoke up, "Lila said that-

Adrien rolled his eyes, "Her mother called Natalie and declared she was owed a meeting with my father. She said we ruined Lila's future by forcing her to model. She threatened to sue the Gabriel brand until we showed her the 'signatures' on the forms. Turns out, Lila forged those so her mother's hands were tied. Her mother started shouting how she should send her to boot camp, back in Italy, as the left the house."

One by one they turned to look at Lila.

"i-I wanted to see everyone." she whispered, weakly, "I missed my friends."

"Thank for stopping by." Adrien stated, "You can leave now."

"Adrikins!" Chloe shouted.

"Chloe!" Adrien called back, "I missed you. We loved that spa treatment. You're the best!"

Chloe smiled and pulled Adrien away from the rest of the group to socialize with the other students.

"You still talk to that trash?" they heard Chloe ask.

"Rossi?" Adrien questioned, "Nah. You missed Marinette by a couple minutes. She came here and thanked Lila for being a raging bitch. The rest of them were still trying to kiss ass."

"The queen, herself, and I missed it." the Bourgeois heiress teased.

"Date night." Adrien quipped, "She brought Damian and the demon brigade."

"I missed the little ones?" she screeched.

Adrien laughed, "They're with her parents. Better book your time with them before they leave again. Oh, and Mari is already threatening bodily harm if anything happens to them."

"You lost one last time!" Chloe cried.

"I said I was sorry!" Adrien rebutted.

Chloe scoffed, "You're lucky you didn't die that day."

"I know." Adrien sighed, "Would it be weird if I put them on one of those kid leashes? I feel like they would fuck with me and purposely try to get lost to see me sweat, again. Honestly, I don't know if it's a mini Damian or mini Marinette. Don't get me wrong, Damian is frightening and he could probably work in the CIA torture room, but seeing Marinette pissed off, scares the living crap out of me. She's creative and could probably make something specifically to hurt me."

Chloe looked up from her phone, "I bought you the leashes. They'll be here tomorrow. You're welcome."

"Chloe." Adrien replied, "You didn't answer me."

"I was frenemies with her for years, Adrikins." Chloe answered, "Mari will find some way to hurt you and she wouldn't need her godly husband to do it. You have every right to fear for your life for pissing her off. Look at what happened to the idiot brigade: they believed a liar and bullied her. None of their dreams came true. The Waynes own half the companies those idiots wanted to work for. I wouldn't put it past Damian to rat those losers out to his family and have them blacklisted. You have seen how overprotective he is of their kids; he's the same way with her."

"True." Adrine sighed, "He still yells at me when I hug her."

"Idiot." Chloe declared, rolling her eyes.

The class looked at each other before pulling out their phones. They looked up Marinette and the Wayne family. The class shifted nervously as they realized what Chloe had said was true. The Waynes and Marinette owned their jobs. They were all comfortable with their jobs, but they weren't anything to brag about. They had all wanted bigger and better things at thirteen.

None of them were the doctors, rock stars, DJs, journalists, environmentalists, or the Olympians they thought they would be. They worked desk jobs or became something close to what they wanted. Lila knew she would never model again when Gabriel told her that he was going to blacklist her. The Waynes owned everything from food to biolabs to steel to shipbuilding and aerospace. Lila silently left the reunion as everyone came to terms that their dreams ended long ago.

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mostmagical · 6 months

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Chapters 1/1 (1,396 words) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Emo Adrien Agreste/Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Summary:

Spoilers for ML Paris Special. . . After meeting an alternate version of himself, Adrien decides to take the first steps towards making a new friend.

Takes place immediately after Paris Special!

Read on Ao3 or under the cut!!

She was holding his hand.

After so long of being at each others’ throats, of feeling lost and lonely, the warmth of her hand in his felt like a dream. Like being pulled out of the ocean after so long drowning. Even after passing through the portal into their own world, she held on, and Adrien had trouble focussing on anything else around him. Hesperia was saying something, talking about their next moves to take down the Supreme, but the words simply passed through one ear and out the other as all he could do was stare down at where their hands were connected.

Why… Why hadn’t she let go?

His heart pounded in his chest, faster than he could ever remember it beating before. The pretty bakery girl was holding his hand, like she wanted to, as if he was more than just a stranger on the street to her. And, well, he supposed he was, considering they had been working together for months, albeit without liking each other or knowing one another at all. It was all new sensations and feelings, rushing through his body in a way that made his head swirl.

“...but we can reconvene later,” Hesperia said, on the tailend of some conversation that Adrien had missed entirely. “I think we could all use a little rest.”

Toxinelle— No, Ladybug stuck out her other hand, shaking with Hesperia as the fingers in the hand she held with Adrien’s squeezed just ever so slightly. Maybe that had been in his imagination though. “I agree,” she said. “I hope we can continue to work well together to take down the Supreme.”

“The feeling is mutual, Ladybug,” Hesperia replied. “And you, Griffe– uh…”

Adrien smiled. “I’m still working on it.”

Hesperia smiled back. “I wish you good luck figuring that out.” The butterfly hero folded his hands behind his back, regarding the both of them over his glasses. “I’d offer to show you both out, but I think you’ll find it’s the same way you came in the first time,” he supplied, a lilting tune to his voice.

Ladybug smiled wryly. “Yeah, sorry about that,” she said. “We’ll be going now! Good bye!”

She slipped her fingers from his hand, Adrien already feeling colder, to sling her yoyo through the exit.

“See ya!” he bid to Hesperia before following right after her. She headed towards the bakery– now he knew why— and Adrien couldn’t stop himself from following along. So what if his house was in the opposite direction. He wanted to spend just a few more minutes with her, if he could manage it.

She dropped down onto the bakery roof, quietly releasing her transformation and leaving behind Marinette, the bakery girl.

Adrien’s heart skipped a beat again at the sight of her.

He dodged behind the chimney stack on the end of her rooftop, suddenly nervous. He wasn’t sure how she would react to him being there. Everything was so new and their relationship was so… He wasn’t sure what. It was different.

“I saw you following me, fleabag,” she said, startling him. “No use hiding.”

Lithely, he jumped from his spot, landing in a crouch in front of her. He looked up at her through his bangs, watching her expression for that same old disdain he was used to. There was none.

“What is it?” she asked.

Adrien straightened, searching for the right words in his head. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what he wanted at all. All he knew was that he had been drawn to her, like a thread he had to chase. Other Adrien’s words rang through his head, and sudden clarity filled his being.

He wanted to make friends.

He couldn’t miss his chance.

An excited grin twitching on his lips, he let his transformation fall to match her, putting them both on equal footing. Keeping things neutral had always worked for the two of them in the past.

Marinette raised her eyebrow at him, and suddenly he was struck by how big and blue her eyes were. He had never seen them up so close before. She was so pretty.

“Well, I was thinking,” he said nervously, all his earlier bravado draining out of him now that she was looking at him with those eyes, “since I don’t have any friends, and you don’t have any friends—that I know of!” He glanced at her face, worrying he might find a glare, but instead she continued to just look at him with wide eyes. He cleared his throat, pushing through the rest of his request as he scratched at his cheek. “Maybe, if you want, we could be friends? With each other?”

Her mouth twitched into a small smile. Adrien had never seen her smile before. He found that it suited her quite nicely. His heart did a funny little flip in his chest.

“Okay.”

His jaw dropped. “I– uh– Okay?” he sputtered.

Her smile spread wider. “Yeah.”

“Even though I’m a rich jerk?”

“I guess I can let that go,” she teased. “This time.”

Unbridled happiness— is this what that other Adrien felt? All she did was say ‘okay’ and it was as though the heavens had opened. He was warm, starting in his chest and spreading from the inside out, a euphoria he had never felt before.

“Besides,” she continued, giving a small shrug of her shoulders, “I think you’ve grown on me a little in all this time.”

The delight only grew. “You mean, I’ve cat your attention?”

She shook her head, a frown on her face, but the corners twitched again, as if she was trying to hide a smile. “And you’re going to lose it if you keep up with your awful puns.”

“My claw-ful puns?”

“Watch it, whiskers,” she said, but, for once, there was no bite to her tone.

“Aw,” he cooed, loving the way her nose scrunched up at the sound. “You don’t mean that, buggy.”

“‘Buggy’?” she questioned. “What happened to ‘cockroach’?”

“Well, I’m not going to call my friend a cockroach, now am I?” he said. “Why? You don’t like it? I can workshop some more names.”

She laughed, and, wow, what a wonderful sound that was. “Maybe after you figure out your new name.”

“No, no, no.” He wagged a finger. “This is important.” He proceeded to stalk around her, acting as though he was appraising her like an art piece with a hand to his chin. Actually, he supposed, she was an art piece, not that he’d ever told her. Maybe he should. “What about…” he drawled, lengthening his vowels, “Scarab?”

She wrinkled her nose. “No.”

He hummed. “Buginette.”

A scoff.

“Spotify.”

“You’re joking.”

Her deadpan told him all he needed to know. Adrien stopped his stalking, once again standing in front of her. It had to be personal, something to tell her how much she meant to him, how happy he was to finally have someone he could call a friend in his life. Something to connect them. An idea lit up his brain.

“My lady.”

He could be wrong, but he thought she might have stuttered a breath. A dusting of pink settled on her cheeks. Oh! Oh, that was a good reaction, wasn’t it?

“You like that?” he asked. “My lady?”

She swallowed, eyes cast away from his face and down on his shoes. Her arms crossed over her chest. “I suppose that might be acceptable.”

He smiled. “My lady,” he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue as if they were always meant to. He bowed dramatically, smiling when he heard her soft chuckle. “I’m glad we could settle this.”

She snorted. “If you’re supposed to be a prince, we have some work to do.”

“Maybe not a prince, but I’ll happily be your knight.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

His smile was practically bursting at the seams, stretching his cheeks wide enough for a dull ache to settle in. “I’ll let you enjoy your day. Until next time, my lady.” He called his transformation back, readying himself to head home.

“Until next time, Adrien,” she replied, another soft smile gracing her features.

He leapt from her roof, darting away as his heart beat a staccato against his ribcage. Next time he saw her, he would be seeing his new friend.

A friend.

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mysticraven20 · 1 year

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After reading a fair few Married LadyNoir fics, especially the AU from @art-the-f-up, I thought to myself how could the two have a funny reveal and this happened.

Caught Red Faced

Marinette was sure she was going to be late or die from a cardiac arrest trying to get there on time.

As she moved down the street, her whole body suddenly became unbearably frazzled as she checked her watch for what felt like the millionth time that minute. After a wonderful two weeks in paradise with her new husband; the peace and relaxation was terminated and she was thrust straight back into her ‘normal life’ — which, unfortunately, included the rat race which was Paris.

With a hop, skip and a jump, she manoeuvred herself through tiny gaps within crowds in a haste. She wasn’t too late, but that didn’t make it any more reasonable. She’d agreed to meet Adrien at 10am sharp for his suit fitting and right now it was 9:45am. 15 mins and two streets… she had this.

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When she’d woken up that morning she’d gotten a little… distracted. She had opted for a little more hubby time before having to get ready. Probably not her smartest move as it ended with a timed dash to get ready and out the door. Putting makeup on as she threw on her dress, it seemed equivalent to riding a mechanical bull and eating spaghetti — not that she’d tried; her husband on the other hand…

Leapfrogging over a tourist tying their shoe lace, she made a mental note to tell her Chat Noir as soon as she got home about her Olympic standard Paris tourist parkouring. He would eat it up!

‘Ladybug leapfrogging’ he’d say, ‘you’re an insect not an amphibian.’

The thought of her husband had her lost in thought as she accidentally stepped out into the road, sending an unlucky cyclist swerving around her and landing head first in a trash can.

“Sorry!” she apologetically yelled as she continued across the busy street and into the direction of the mansion.

One more street.

Her thoughts moved from Chat Noir to Adrien and Marinette couldn’t help but wonder why he still lived with his father? The blond ex-model was an influential, sophisticated, professional with a very well paid job. He could move out whenever he wanted. It just made zero sense.

Finally, reaching the gates, Marinette bent over and tried to gather her breath; hand on her knees and head down between her legs. Dear Lord! She knew going to an all inclusive 5* resort was asking for trouble. She’d have to run extra laps later to try and get her stamina back and burn off some of the margaritas and cheesecake. Maybe she could entice her better half with a game of kiss chase — hubba, hubba!

Pressing the buzzer, Nathalie welcomed Marinette and opened the gates. For once she didn’t have to break in; the whole experience of having the red carpet rolled out was kind of unnerving.

Standing tall, brushing her hands over her forehead and her skirt down, she strutted down the cobblestone pavement like a top class business woman, pouting her natural lips and puffing out her chest. But as she came to the front door, the friendship she’d gained with the Agrestes PA seemed to… disappear. Nathalie’s welcoming face seemed to be questioning her in the most unnerving way.

“H-H-Hi,” Marinette said with an awkward wave. Her bravado disappeared quicker than their most recent — easy — defeats of Monarch.

“Hello,” Nathalie waved back. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open as her hand hung lifeless in the air.

“Adrien should be expecting me.” Marinette looked around the older woman and into the foyer of the house, hoping and praying she could spot her friend. If Adrien ever wanted to do his usual macho action of saving her, now would be an ideal time.

Nathalie nodded her head, her jaw still slack and glaring at Marinette’s face. Damn it! Had she messed up her makeup that badly? She blamed Chat for blowing air on her neck as she placed on her mascara.

“Shall I just?” Marinette mimed herself entering the mansion by pretending to walk her fingers in the direction of the hallway.

Nathalie nodded once again, and stepped to the side. The usually elegant lady tripped in her swift action, ending up clattering against the doorframe and not blinking. Maybe Marinette should go to the bathroom first? There was obviously something on her face which she needed to get off.

Staring at Nathalie as she walked past, Marinette took slow and steady steps, afraid she was going to scare the woman into cardiac arrest if she moved anything faster than a sloth.

“Marinette?” She heard her name being called from the top of the staircase and looked for the occupier of the voice; her feet halting on the first step.

“Hello?” she questioned back. That didn’t quite sound like Adrien. It sounded slightly altered, almost like her husbands. Oh God, two weeks on an island with the love of her life and now she was projecting his voice onto everyone else.

“Marinette?” It said again and she was starting to think maybe there was a ghost roaming the hallways. She wouldn’t be surprised. Perhaps it was Gabriel Agreste’s soul? Everyone knew the guy had lost it years ago. She snorted to herself before beginning to venture up the staircase.

A crashing sound echoed through the foyer and now she was certain the place was haunted.

“W-Who’s there?” Her voice stuttered, causing her to hold her bag closer to her chest.

“Marinette, it’s me!” A hand touched her shoulder and she almost turned around and kicked the guy hard in the cahoonas.

“Adrien? What the hell?” His hand placed gently against her lower back and began to push her towards his room. A slight tilt of her head had her eyes catching his thick, masculine neck… his very tanned neck .

The deep colour made his blond hair shine brighter than the sun, and a small flutter in her stomach directed her attention to how his green eyes would probably be popping with the added colour around his eyes and face. Oh dear! Where was her hand fan when she needed it?

Yes she was married, but there was nothing wrong with looking once in a while, right? He was just her best friend and an ex model, she couldn’t help it that he knew how to wear clothing correctly and pleasing to the eye. She was a designer at the end of the day, she loved perfect fitting clothes especially when the trousers cupped correctly around the…

“I thought your house was possessed!” she said, taking her mind out of the Adrien butt gutter.

He made a ghostly noise in her ear, grabbing hold of her hips and tickling her. She shrieked, running up the staircase and into his room. Adrien’s spooky ghost sounds following her up the staircase.

“I am the ghost of the floating sock!!” he announced, closing the door behind them.

Marinette looked to the right and then the left, finding nowhere to go. Eventually, she decided she was going to face him head on… and maybe punch him in the gut.

Turning swiftly, fists at the ready, her plan was foiled when she saw his face. Instead of hitting him with enough power to drop him to his knees, she let out an ear piercing scream!

Adrien’s eyes widened and, in turn, he screamed too! Adrien’s mortification upped Marinette’s own, her pitch intensifying as she let out another wail.

“What’s wrong with your face?” They pointed at each other as they spoke, a split second hovering between them before they pushed each other out the way in chase for the bathroom.

As they homed in on his door, Marinette felt herself flying to the side as Adrien elbowed her out the way in a triumphant move. Her butt landed hard on the floor, her hand going to her head as she was embraced in Adrien’s many, many curses.

“Oh fuck!”

From her seat on the floor, she heard him shriek again.

“No, no, no, no!”

Pushing herself to stand, she headed into the bathroom and stood beside him. Both mirrored the other's actions, which mirrored those reflecting back from the planet of glass, hands gripping the vanity to within an inch of its poor life.

“You don’t live here anymore. Do you?” she stated more than asked.

She studied his face as he studied hers. She was right, the green eyes definitely would have popped behind the tan — if the tan was there..

Like a guppy, Adrien’s mouth moved up and down in order to speak. Yet, nothing left his mouth. The action made the whole ordeal a lot more comical, and Marinette couldn’t help but burst out into fits of uncontrollable laughter.

She wrapped one hand around her stomach, the laughter shaking her to the core and sending tears to her eyes. Oh God, had this really just happened. The ‘reveal’ fanfics she’d read on the internet had been a lot more creative than this.

“How was the Maldives?” Marinette asked through her onslaught of laughter, her hand moving to her eyes and wiping the tears from underneath them. She didn’t even care that she looked like a yeti or, even worse, the woman from The Ring; this man loved her for better or for worse, a thought that started the laughter again.

Better – Ladybug.

Worse – Marinette.

“You know, I had to physically force myself out of the apartment today. I wanted to just stay in bed with my wife.” Adrien’s words sent them both into another spiral and Plagg and Tikki finally made an appearance. Their holders had officially gone insane.

“Marinette? Why are you –”

Tikki stopped as she eyed the mirror. Her small hand reaching out to Plagg and smacking him time and time again before pointing to the mirror. The kwamis came and settled on their holders shoulders, all four of them taking in the reflection in the mirror.

It seemed wearing a mask whilst in blazing sunshine wasn’t the greatest idea, as both heroes stood sporting a replica of their mask on their skin as the remaining flesh around it had a wonderful sun kissed glow.

“This is weird isn’t it?” Adrien said, placing an arm around his wife’s waist and pulling her into the side of his body. She watched his lips pull at the corner and she couldn’t help but wonder how she hadn’t noticed it before. It was right in front of her.

“Oh, yes. Totally.”

They continued to smile at each other through their reflections.

“I need to get a picture of this moment.” Adrien pulled his camera from his pocket and flipped the scene to take a selfie. “Hashtag: caught red faced.”

“Actually, that’s just your nose Kitty, which, by the way, looks so sore.”

Adrien stretched a hand and ran a finger over the bridge of his red tinged nose. “It’s okay, nowhere near what it was a week ago.”

Turning her head, Marinette looked up at Adrien and smiled. So this was her Kitty

“So, you’re the love of my life?” Marinette asked, pushing her hands up his biceps before gently stroking his neck and finishing by outlining the tan mark mask on his face.

“And what’s the verdict?” His hands cupped her waist and pulled her in closer, her heart rate kicking up even though they’d been this close numerous times in the past.

Pouting her lips, Marinette moved her mask stained face side to side. “I could have done worse.”

His fingers dug into her waist, tickling her and making her squeal. His own face lit up the entire room as he pulled her closer and continued, eventually taking her lips with his and sending her into the deep, deep depths of love. Something that had been so natural and comforting suddenly switched up a gear, bringing her memories back to the first time she’d kissed her partner in a moment of weakness and passion. It was all so perfect.

“So what do we do now?” Adrien asked, tenderly kissing her forehead before replacing his lips with his head.

“We go home and hide until our faces begin to match again.”

“That could be a long time, M’Lady,” Adrien smirked.

“I hope so,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting onto her toes pressing a gentle kiss to his nose.

Heading back to the front door, Adrien led Marinette down the street and back to their apartment, loved up and blissfully ready to hide away with his wife.

That was until they turned the corner and bumped into a rather startled Alya.

“Oh, shit!”

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Identity Reveal

Annddd here's the fourteenth chapter :). I hope you like this lil identity reveal <3. I also hope you had a good weekend! Lemme know what you think!

AO3

Marinette was tired. Exhausted even. She couldn’t fight off the large yawn from escaping her lips. She saw Alya cast a worried glance from her side of their desk. Right now, though, she didn’t care. Marinette was struggling just to stay awake so she didn’t get sent to the principal’s office for snoozing during their lesson today.

Her eyes blinked blearily in an attempt to focus on the writing on the chalkboard. Right now, it didn’t make any sense. Was that even in French?

Monarch had been sending off wave after wave of akuma attacks in the middle of the night so she had barely been getting any sleep. It felt like she had only gotten a few seconds of slumber each night before another akuma was out rampaging the city.

Seriously when was he sleeping? Did he have no life and could just afford to stay up all night? Marinette snorted at the thought. If anyone had no life, it would certainly be Monarch.

Honestly, it made her want to hand her earrings in to Alya just for a night but she knew she couldn’t do that to her best friend. Either way, though, Marinette was desperate for some sleep. Maybe she could convince her Maman and Papa to let her skip a day of school to let her catch up? She certainly looked sick enough to be allowed to stay home.

At the moment, though, Marinette needed to at least try and take some notes. Even though she could barely understand a word on the board.

After a final, blissful slow blink to give her eyes some rest, she moved the tip of her pen to her notebook. About to begin scrawling down some notes, she was interrupted by the sound of a blaring alarm that had her snapping awake.

That was tha akuma alert. Which meant that it was time for her to go and transform. She and Alya exchanged a set of glances and quick nods before Marinette ducked out of the small classroom. Everywhere around her people were rushing out of class to get to safety. She cursed silently. She really needed to find somewhere to transform.

Marinette hurried through the crowded school corridors, her mind racing with thoughts of the impending akuma attack. It was absolutely vital for her to find a secluded spot to transform, away from prying eyes. As she rounded a corner, she spotted an alleyway that seemed deserted. Tired as she was, Marinette forgot to look around for any stragglers and darted into the shadows.

Once in the relative privacy of the alley, Marinette reached for her earrings, ready to transform into Ladybug and face the akuma threat. “Tikki, spots on!” she shouted.

It was only after that that she realized she made a mistake. That there was someone else in the alley with her. A loud gasp had her whirling around during her transformation, meeting a pair of wide, green eyes as she collided back against the wall. She tried to stop it, but it was simply too late. She had already transformed.

Wincing, Ladybug met Adrien’s shocked gaze. And, was it just her or did he also seem tired? Her heart raced as she realized her mistake. She had transformed in front of Adrien, revealing her secret identity in a moment of exhaustion and distraction.

"Adrien..." Ladybug began, her voice trailing off as she searched for words to explain.

Adrien's eyes were wide with astonishment, his mouth slightly agape. He took a step closer, his gaze moving over Ladybug's familiar costume and the earrings that were ever-present in her ears.

"Marinette," Adrien breathed, disbelief and awe mingling in his voice.

Ladybug nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Well, she couldn’t exactly deny it. He had literally seen her transform. "Yes, it's me. I'm so sorry, Adrien. I didn't mean for you to see this."

Adrien's initial shock began to give way to a warm smile. "No, don't apologize. It's incredible. You're incredible."

Ladybug felt a mix of relief and anxiety. Adrien's reaction was not what she had expected. She had feared disbelief or anger, but instead, she found understanding and admiration in his eyes.

"Please, Adrien," she said earnestly. “You can't tell anyone. My identity must remain a secret for the safety of everyone."

Adrien nodded, his expression turning more serious. "I won't tell a soul, Ladybug. Your secret is safe with me. Because... well, you see, I’m keeping the same one."

Her brow furrowed at his words. What on earth was he talking about? Before she could comment on it, however, she was interrupted by his shout.

“Plagg, claws out!”

This time, Ladybug let out a loud gasp of her own as she watched a flash of bright green light up right in front of her. But... but... how? Could it really be?

It was. Because Adrien was no longer standing in front of her. Instead Chat Noir had taken his place. Her heart raced with surprise as her mouth gaped open.

“Hello, m’lady.” He gave her a smile that she had seen so many times on Adrien’s face. How had she missed the signs? Suddenly, it felt like there were so many. It seemed so obvious now. “This was the real reason I had come into the alleyway as well. Another few seconds and you would have already seen me transformed. Or, a few more and I would have purrobably left already.”

She wanted to run to him. Embrace him. Pour out all of her feelings in a big jumbled-up confession. Maybe, if she was really lucky, she’d even be able to kiss him. But she couldn’t. Because at that moment, a large explosion rocked Paris and her eyes narrowed with determination. Later. They’d discuss this later. Right now they had a city to protect. Her feelings could wait until after it was gone.

The two glanced at each other. Not needing words as they both nodded with understanding. Together, the two vaulted out of the small alleyway, ready to defeat this latest akuma and save the day.

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

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Have you never heard of such a thing, darling?

(The Timari Buzzfeed Unsolved AU)

Chapter 3: The Mysterious Case of Collège Françoise Dupont

The video opens, and everyone is almost blinded by the color pink.

The white room of all the previous videos is almost missed. There is something far more unsettling about this background. At least, with the all-white room, it is easy enough to get used to. White is a common furniture color and minimalism and/or modernism has become a thing in recent years, so it’s not entirely surprising to see. However, an all-pink room would take dedication. Especially since almost everything is the exact same shade.

A teenage girl is the one who sits in front of the camera, smiling. Cross-legged on a bed on the floor. While her smile is not creepily stiff like the one her friend usually gives, it is still offputting. Fond, but in a wistful way, as if she is in mourning.

And then she breaks, giggling and pulling a whiteboard out of seemingly nowhere.

On the whiteboard is the words ‘The Gotham Files with Tim Drake’ in black ink. A hand comes into frame this time to give her a pink whiteboard marker, and she scratches out Gotham in favor of the word Paris.

And then she smirks, hastily scratching out the name Tim Drake and replacing it with her own name, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

A person off-camera makes a vague sound of protest, and she sticks her tongue out at them for a moment.

Finally, though, she caves. In the bottom right corner, she writes something in tiny print. The camera zooms in to find the words ‘Also Tim, I guess’.

(The dreaded dubstep is still there, bouncing around in the background, but it is a faint echo of what it once was. Haunting the viewers, even from across the pond. Slowly increasing in volume. It is coming.)

Tim gives a huff of laughter and steps into frame, removing the whiteboard from view before carefully taking a seat beside her. “Hey, everyone, bet you didn’t think you’d see us together again so soon.”

“He has followed me to France. Send help,” Marinette deadpans.

Tim raises an eyebrow. “You do realize that you were the one that suggested I come visit to be ‘fair’ or whatever.”

“Details.”

He gives her a mildly exasperated look before turning to the camera. “Whatever. Let’s just skip to the school.”

“Oooooh, can we do a transition?” Marinette says, her eyes gleaming.

Tim raises an eyebrow. “Like?”

Marinette reaches towards the camera. “Like when a person goes to put their hand over the camera and –.”

Her voice cuts out the moment her hand covers the entirety of the frame.

She draws her hand back to reveal that they aren’t at her house anymore. Instead, they are standing in front of what appears to have once been a school building, though it hopefully isn’t being used as such anymore. Some of the windows are broken. What had clearly once been a beautiful courtyard has been overrun with plants.

The scenery is not the only thing that has changed, though. They, too, have changed.

As in... changed their clothes. From pajamas into what is almost formalwear. Tim is wearing what seems to be a suit, though his suit jacket is currently being used by Marinette to stave off the chill her sundress does not entirely shield her from.

Tim smiles at her. “So, Mari, since we’re in your country, do you want to explain the lore?”

Marinette sends him a playfully annoyed look before smiling. “Well, everyone, this is an abandoned school. It used to be a school for the rich and famous – and their kids – buuuut there was a scandal a few years back. His father, one of the teachers, is said to have…” she hesitates, briefly. “... well, it’s said that the body of Adrien Agreste is hidden somewhere on campus.”

“That’s probably not true,” Tim pitches in. “This place was torn apart by the French police and they found nothing. But the rumors made everyone withdraw their kids – and, more importantly – their funds. So, the building was forced to close. And yet the rumors remain.”

Marinette and Tim turned to look at the school building. It was only abandoned recently, so it looks much better than the other places they’ve visited so far. There is no reason why they should be scared of this place in comparison to the other ones. This one doesn’t look like it's nearly as much as a safety hazard as the ones before it.

And yet.

They hesitate at the threshold. Marinette tugs the suit jacket tighter around herself. The camera pans just slightly as Tim adjusts it in his hands, tightening his grip.

Maybe they weren’t quite as sure that they wouldn’t find a body as they had originally tried to make people believe.

Or not.

“Okay, obligatory moment of silence over,” Tim says. “Now, let’s go disrespect the dead!”

“It’s not disrespectful! At least… it’s not meant to be. Ghost marriage is meant to everyone a sense of…” She waves her hands around. Perhaps she is fighting off a ghost. Or, more likely, she’s just trying to recall a word. “Completion, I guess?”

He considers this. “Sure, but…”

“And it’s not like I’m actually going to be doing all of the proper rites or tying Adrien Agreste’s ghost to me,” she adds, smiling faintly. “I just thought it might be fun to give the guy a proper sendoff? I mean, we’re not going to find the body – I hope – or get his killer behind bars, but…” She shrugs. “It’s something.”

He lifts an arm and slings it over her shoulders, as always. “I think it sounds fun.”

Her hand shifts from her backpack strap, sliding up to lace her fingers with his. “It should be. But, uh, don’t tell my parents?”

“Mmmmmm… can I have some cookies later?”

“Sure.”

“Then sure,” he says, completely nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

They step into the building. As always, graffiti litters everything.

But that is hardly what they focus on. Desks and chairs are overturned at best, broken to pieces at worst. The floor, once elegant tile, had been smashed to pieces. The stairs in a stairwell they pass looks completely unusable. The police really had torn the place apart looking for a body.

But there isn’t one here. Neither Tim nor Marinette cringe and cover their noses, suggesting there is no corpse rotting beneath the floorboards, with only the beat of its telltale heart to give away its location. The only thing that happens is that Tim sneezes and mumbles bitterly about dust.

When he does, his breath fogs in front of him.

“Wicked,” Tim says, before immediately pretending to be a fire-breathing dragon. As you must do at least once upon realizing that it is cold enough to do so.

Marinette giggles at his antics, looking around, drawing Tim’s jacket tighter around herself. “I think the AC units here are broken.”

Not much of a surprise, considering everything else is.

“Yep. Guess the fans aren’t going to be getting a sleepover this time, either. Shame, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to convince you again.”

Marinette winks. “I’m sure you can think of a way.”

“I dunno. Youtube does not pay that well.”

She rolls her eyes. “We can do it next time, promise. But we have to get through this time, first, so we should hurry up before we get frostbite.”

They set up shop in the cafeteria, preparing incense to burn and setting a tiny doll down on one of the tables. The doll is hardly traditional. It's one of those little green army guys that come in packages of around a hundred. They had probably found it on the way there and picked it up. But it is still, technically, a doll. So it should be enough.

Briefly, as Tim pulls out a lighter, he pauses.

He looks around.

Marinette raises an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“I…” His lips pull into a frown. “Dunno. Maybe the reason people think a body is here is that this place makes you go insane.”

“You're not going insane," she promises.

"... aw, thanks, Mari," he says, but his eyes are narrowed. Clearly he does not trust that she is being entirely genuine.

This is probably for the best, because she is smirking in that specific way she always does when she is about to gaslight him. "Tim, darling, the fact that you can see me is proof you’re already insane. I don’t exist.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes, gently knocking his shoulder against hers. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Potential gas leak aside, let’s marry you to a dead guy!”

Marinette pumps her fist in the air. Who cares about a potential gas leak? It’s wedding time!

They burn incense, first. Marinette explains that it's supposed to strengthen the spirit. She does not seem all that worried about this fact, so she either does not believe that this particular ghost exists or she genuinely had character development in the previous video and no longer believes in ghosts. It’s a tossup, really.

Either way, Marinette walks down the ‘aisle’ (a gap between tables), holding the leftover incense rods like a really ugly bouquet.

She gets to the end and smiles at Tim, trading the ‘bouquet’ for a pair of dice that have been shoddily taped over so that the sides alternate between saying ‘no’ and ‘yes’.

“Now,” says Tim, looking at his phone. It is playing music, but it is clear that that is not what he is currently paying attention to. “Throw your ‘blocks’ and let’s see if the lucky groom wants to continue with the ceremony.”

She rolls the dice, and seems mildly surprised when both dice land on ‘yes’. There was a one-in-four chance of that happening, so it wasn’t statistically irregular or anything, but humans like to ascribe meaning where there is none.

Perhaps that is why they believe in ghosts.

Marinette grins. “Cool. The ghost is into me. Think I can get a dowry out of it?”

“Isn’t your family the one that’s supposed to provide the dowry?”

She snickers. “I mean, maybe traditionally, but I’m wearing the pants in this relationship.”

Marinette is wearing a dress.

Tim looks like he wants to point this out, but decides not to. He clears his throat.

“Bow to… Heaven and Earth?” Tim says, unsurely.

Marinette turns so she is no longer facing them and does a brief bow.

“Bow to your elders – actually, they're not here, so skip that one…”

She snickers as she turns slightly to the left and bows, presumably towards where her home is.

Tim grins. “Alright, now bow to each other.”

Marinette bowed to the doll.

It fell over, almost as if in response.

She blinks, and then smiles bemusedly. “Well, it fell forward. Maybe it was trying to bow. I’m gonna consider that close enough.”

“As your priest, I agree, that was clear intent,” Tim says, nodding ‘seriously’. And then he smiles widely. “And so, by the power vested in me by… literally no one, I’m not even part of this religion… I now pronounce you ghost-groom and wife.”

Marinette kneels to pick up the tiny soldier, gently placing it back on its feet.

Good. Wedding over. Now for the part of wedding days that people actually like:

The after party!

They begin to lay out some Tupperware containers, filled with different kinds of sandwiches.

Tim practically dives to get his hands on the box of macarons. Technically they, too, are sandwiches. Sandwiches of the unhealthy variety, but sandwiches nonetheless.

Marinette is a little healthier. Perhaps because her parents are, supposedly, somewhere in the city with her, and therefore she can get in trouble for eating dessert without an entree first. She washes down her grilled cheese sandwiches with tea. If she is at all bitter about not getting any macarons, she is hiding it like a champ.

The toy soldier gets tuna sandwiches, assumedly because neither of them wants to eat them.

Marinette cradles her thermos of tea in her hands, smiling faintly. She opens her mouth to say something to Tim.

The video cuts to later.

It’s clear they spent quite a lot of time there. Their noses are pink from the cold, and several sandwiches and macarons have been eaten.

Including a tuna sandwich or two, judging by the slight shift in the way they’re arranged in the box.

One of them must have given in and eaten them after all.

That was the past, though. Now, they are cleaning up after themselves. It is not entirely necessary, the building is abandoned, after all, it isn’t like anyone would be inconvenienced if they didn’t... but they are good kids, so they ignore this fact.

“Can’t believe you eat with your mouth open, Mari,” Tim says.

Marinette sends him a confused little frown. “What? No, I don’t?”

“Yes, you do. I’ve cut all proof of you not doing that out of the video. You will forever be known among my fans as someone who eats with their mouth open.”

Realization dawns on her face.

She groans.

“Remind me why I hang out with you?” she says, shoving Tupperware back into her backpack with maybe a little more force than was strictly necessary.

“My dashing good looks.”

“I would never agree to such things in front of my husband,” she sniffs, setting the toy soldier delicately in her jacket pocket. Not Tim’s jacket pocket, because it is clear by now that he is never getting it back. Her jacket pocket. Just like the toy soldier is her husband, now, meaning she is unable to adulterize. "I am loyal, you know."

Tim considers this for a moment, stashing away the leftover incense and lighter, and then shouldering the bag. He seems to be thinking hard about his good qualities.

He finally decides on one:

“Theeeeeeen… because I stalked you to France?”

A strange choice, but it works.

“True. Thanks for reminding me,” she says, giggling, her eyes lighting up at the acceptance of her dumb bit from earlier.

They head out, back in the halls, only to pause.

Because a shadow shifts.

Their smiles drop immediately in favor of wary expressions. Even if they don’t believe there are ghosts here, there was still a very real chance of finding raccoons and opossums and other things that carry rabies.

Hesitantly, Tim points a flashlight at the shadow.

It is a cat.

They were right about the thing that could carry rabies thing.

Though it doesn’t seem this cat has it. It does not seem like it is intent on attacking them. Nor is it running away. It blinks lazily at them.

They both relax, almost imperceptibly.

The cat is tiny, but seems well cared for. It is probably a housecat that got away recently, or perhaps an outdoor cat. This is dangerous, considering it’s a black cat, and black cats are not entirely safe to let out into the world, since people are superstitious and sucky...

However, it does not have a collar.

Strange.

Who has been feeding it?

Whatever.

At least that means the cat is Free Real Estate.

Marinette coos and kneels in front of it. The cat doesn’t seem to mind, its tail flicking lazily, seemingly watching her with the same kind of curiosity.

It isn’t scared, isn’t hissing. Hasn’t even bothered to stand. It is just… meeting her gaze.

“Well, aren’t you the cutest little thing,” Marinette says, lifting her hand to pet it.

Tim puts a hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks, if only momentarily. “It could have a disease.”

“That is a risk I am willing to take,” she says, without hesitation.

He sighs, but there is something fond lining his eyes as he shrugs and squats down next to her. “So, are you taking him home?”

“If it doesn’t hate me, yes, absolutely,” she says, lifting her hand again and letting the cat sniff it.

The cat gives a quiet meow and, finally, stands up, if only so it can step forward and rub against her hand.

“The cat has chosen,” Tim intones in the most grave voice he can muster. Which is to say, not very grave at all. It is hard to sound serious while looking longingly at a cat.

He was so visibly desperate that the cat almost seems to laugh, looping around Marinette one more time before coming to rub up against his leg.

Marinette looks like she might cry over the sheer adorableness. She starts cooing in French. There is a caption box at the bottom of the screen, but it is hard to tell if it is genuinely what she is saying. The words, while all technically words, surely should not be strung together in that particular order.

(Maybe they shouldn't have ignored the gas leak thing from earlier.)

The cat, being a cat, does not seem the slightest bit put off by the possibly insane babbling, only taking in Marinette’s soft tone and Tim’s hand scratching beneath his chin, and deciding that, yes, these are his humans.

“I shall name you…” Marinette squints. “You are a boy. So. Plagg.”

Tim looks as if he is not sure which part of that particular statement was worse. That she has simply decided that the cat is a boy without checking, or that she has decided that Plagg is a good name for a boy (or a girl, or… anything at all, really).

“We are not naming him Plagg,” he complains, tipping his head back in a groan. And then he looks at the cat again when it bunts against his hand. He coos. “How about Adrien? You know, the Jewish faith says that the dead live on when you name people after them. Might as well honor him, since we are trespassing in his… domain, or whatever it is people think this is.”

Marinette looks affronted. “You suck, you know. I can’t believe you’re using the religion card to overrule my decisions. You’re such a fake feminist…”

He sticks his tongue out at her playfully.

But, according to a short clip of the pair of them both calling the cat to them with their chosen names, the cat preferred the name ‘Adrien’.

Tim smirks, hugging the cat – Adrien – to his chest. The cat rubs himself against him.

Marinette sighs and crawls over defeatedly. To her delight, the cat squirms out of Tim’s grip and into her lap. She brightens up immediately. “Well,” she says, more for the sake of the audience than anything. “Still no sign of the supernatural, but at least we got this cute little cat.”

Said cat meows as if in agreement.

When she scratches it behind the ear, its head briefly turns towards the camera to lean into her touch, and its eyes seem to glow.

Camera flares really are a pain.

Either way, the two humans are entirely unaware of the mistake, for they are unable to see the footage as it is being made, and therefore continue on as normal.

Marinette leans against his shoulder, sighing. “When you go back to America, I’m keeping him.”

Despite the clear attempt to keep her tone light, there is still a wistful edge. It is not hard to imagine that losing a friend and a cat at the same time would be hard.

Especially since Tim seems to be thinking along the same lines: “Hey! I named him!”

“Exactly! You named him! Therefore I get to have him!”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

She sticks her tongue out at him.

He huffs. “Great argument.”

“Well, if I actually tried that would just be unfair, you know,” she says.

“Oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow in challenge, sure she is bluffing.

But then she leans closer to his face, smiling. “Paris to New Jersey is an eight-hour flight, minimum. You wouldn’t put him through that. Therefore, I win.”

Tim, for the briefest of moments, doesn’t react. His eyes have widened just slightly at the sudden closeness, and his face turns a delicate shade of pink. He inches his face away from hers the slightest bit. He swallows thickly and quickly averts his gaze.

Even the damn cat seems to have a knowing look on its face.

Not that he was being particularly subtle, to be fair. You don’t travel across the world on a whim for just anyone.

Still, even the cat?

He groans, turning his head away to bury his face in his hands.

She giggles and presses further against his side, her chin coming to rest on his shoulder, her eyelashes batting playfully.

“I win,” she says.

He grumbles incoherently.

“Besides, we found him in Paris. This is my city, therefore he is mine.”

“That’s not fair,” he says. And then something seems to occur to him. He turns to look at her, their noses just barely brushing. Red begins to dust itself across her cheeks as well. “I found you in Gotham, though. That’s my city. Does that make you mine?”

For a moment, Marinette hesitates.

And then she turns her head away, back toward the camera, smiling.

“The shippers are going to have a damn field day.”

He laughs and goes back to playing with their new cat. “Well, since you’re a married woman now, maybe they’ll chill out.”

Marinette snickers. “They will not.”

“Not at all. Now it’s a forbidden romance.” He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Lean towards me like you’re gonna kiss me for the outro?”

Marinette, briefly, tips her head back in a laugh. And then she looks at him, something sly in her expression. She takes his face in both hands and leans in –.

The scene pauses in the moment when their lips seem to meet. A future version of Tim, probably greenscreened in, appears, his head perfectly covering where their lips might actually be touching, if the way his past self’s eyes are wide in surprise means anything.

People replay the video several times, and eventually come to the realization that Marinette’s hands are placed carefully in a way that almost hides the way her thumbs keep their lips from actually touching.

Disappointing, but not particularly surprising, considering they had all but said they were going to fake it for the camera.

Viewers finally allow the rest of the video to play.

It is a Honey sponsorship.

As one, they groan and close out of the video.

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Next Chapter

#maribat #timari #timinette #timmari #*sneaks mythology knowledge into a fic again*#tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #have you never heard of such a thing darling?

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xhanisai · 10 months

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oh my god.

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - ‘HUH?’

Summary -

"Thanks, but you don't need to worry so much, Adrien. You already have plenty on your plate and I wouldn't want to-" She paused mid-sentence as soon as his searing lips connected to the corner of hers (practically capturing half of her sweet lips), her hands within his protective grasp and his eyes earnest with all the unconditional love and devotion he has for her.

"Of course, I'll worry about you. You're my priority, you're mine," He pressed a few more sweet kisses on her face, earning a few timid giggles from the love of his life, the duo oblivious to the gaping onlookers in the area as their poor minds couldn't even comprehend how despite idiot one and idiot two acting like a married couple, they still weren't actually dating.

"Like I said, are they seriously not together??? Them??? Those two idiots!???" The inquisitive and red-faced student received a simple facepalm from Alya and Nino instead, the bespectacled couple had already given up on life.

~(x)~ . . . "Are you...are you sure that they're not officially dating? Them?" A random classmate from next door questioned the fed-up-looking Alya and Nino, all their eyes glued on the cause of everyone's frustrations, practically the bane of their existence. If humans were able to literally fume with actual smoke seeping out of their ears like a boiling kettle, the entire vicinity would be filled with nothing but steam. "Here, drink up, Marinette. It's bad enough that you have a terrible habit of skipping breakfast for the sake of school work and getting here on time, but now, not even drinking water too? I'm surprised you haven't collapsed from dehydration yet." Adrien continued to lightly glower at his sheepish partner, the girl lowering his bottle away from her lips after a couple of grateful sips. Her cheeks pinkened even further when he gently pressed the bottle back to her mouth, beckoning her to drink more because he wasn't satisfied with how little she had (assertive Adrien was so rare that getting a glimpse of this side of him was like witnessing someone break the Guinness world record). "Thanks, but you don't need to worry so much, Adrien. You already have plenty on your plate and I wouldn't want to-" She paused mid-sentence as soon as his searing lips connected to the corner of hers (practically capturing half of her sweet lips), her hands within his protective grasp and his eyes earnest with all the unconditional love and devotion he has for her. "Of course, I'll worry about you. You're my priority, you're mine," He pressed a few more sweet kisses on her face, earning a few timid giggles from the love of his life, the duo oblivious to the gaping onlookers in the area as their poor minds couldn't even comprehend how despite idiot one and idiot two acting like a married couple, they still weren't actually dating. . "Like I said, are they seriously not together??? Them??? Those two idiots!???" The inquisitive and red-faced student received a simple facepalm from Alya and Nino instead, the bespectacled couple had already given up on life. ~(x)~ "Salut, ma belle~" "Hnnnn...salut, mon Prince~" Both Alya and Nino watched the scene with both frustration and murder and appreciation as Marinette and Adrien exchanged a sweet, sweet kiss on the lips at the school steps, the duo tiredly leaning onto each other with coffee cups in hand. In fact, Alya's rage was big enough to crack the lenses of her glasses, all whilst idiot one and idiot two remained oblivious to the inner turmoil of their best friends (they kissed on the lips a further eight more times like the totally platonic partners they claim to be!!!). "More good morning kisses on the lips, huh?" Nino quipped, his teeth clenched, hoping for once that they'll finally, FINALLY, get a clear answer. Adrien simply tilted his head at him with confusion, big green eyes blinking cutely while Marinette was practically asleep on his shoulder. "I kiss her all the time, though." Adrien then lovingly pushed a lock of hair behind Marinette's ear, the girl was pretty much dead to the world now and all he wanted to do was cuddle in bed with her. "And you're sure you two aren't dating??" "I wish we were. I don't want to scare her off with my feelings so..." The model was too busy admiring his Lady, he didn't notice that Nino had to restrain a fire-breathing Alya behind him, the fiery-haired girl ready to throttle them both with her bare hands. Just another typical morning. . . . ~(x)~

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A Study In Friendship Chapter 6

Miraculous Ladybug | 2019 | 5,056 | Ao3 | Prev | Masterlist

Voting In The New Shipmaster

Chloe had not, in fact, left her alone once the week was up. Instead, Sabrina learned that Chloe had been holding back over the past month. Go figure. And while Sabrina still had some problems defending herself, for every scathing comment Chloe sent her way, one of her friends would have a supportive comeback.

In short, life wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty amazing!!!

Did she mention she had seven friends now? Seven!! Marinette, George, Alya, Calista, Rose, Nino, and Adrien. And she was on tentatively good terms with the rest of her fellow students. That had never happened before! She could greet people and be greeted back, positively.

And sometimes it wasn’t her making first contact!

Like today, for instance.

“Good morning Sabrina!” Calista called, waving excitedly in the hallway.

“Good morning Calista!” Sabrina couldn’t help the smile as she dashed up and hugged Calista. “Did you have a good afternoon?”

“Oh it was amazing! I ended up in the catacombs, which yes I know is really dangerous, but I found some really cool stuff. I’m even checking with my dad to see if it counts as property open to the public. And even if I can’t keep it, I have like twenty pictures.”

“Oohh,” Sabrina breathed. Calista had shown in the past week that she had an affinity for finding the coolest things in the most random places. “Can you text me some of them? Or are they all on your camera?”

“Camera,” Calista said sadly. “But I’m going to print them this afternoon. The brooch was so pretty!” Calista sighed wistfully. “Anyway,” she turned her full attention to Sabrina. “How’s your turtle set coming along?”

“It’s coming,” Sabrina answered, rocking on the balls of her feet. “I think I’m ready to put a finishing coat on the main beads, finally.”

“Aw yes!” Calista jumped. “I can’t wait to see the finished product. I have told you how talented you are with beadwork, right?”

“You have,” Sabrina answered around a smile. Calista had said it at least five times in the past week. Especially after Sabrina had given her the star bracelet. Which Calista had worn every day since.

“Well I’m saying it again, you’re super talented, and the turtle set is going to come out looking so amazing.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Sabrina blushed.

“Cally!” One of Calista’s classmates skidded up to the pair. “Cally! Christian and Lucien are trying to claw each other’s hearts out.”

Calista sighed. “This is what I get for running for class rep. Well, better go stop them from getting hurt. See you later Sabrina!” She waved, her classmate latching onto her arm.

“See you!” Sabrina waved as Calista was dragged off by her classmate. Sabrina continued along the upper hallway to her classroom.

“Hey Sabrina!!” Alya leant over Marinette’s empty seat and held out a fist, Sabrina tapped it happily with her own as she passed.

“Hi Alya!

“Morning Ivan!” He glanced over at her, and she caught a small smile as he nodded to her before resuming his conversation with Mylene. Sabrina was… bad… in the love department, but even she could see how in love the two of them were.

Finding someone that compatible for herself in a few years would be a dream come true. For now though, Sabrina would just watch their love bloom happily.

She walked up to her seat, stopping to greet her almost-friend in the back row. “Hi Juleka.” the goth gave a tiny one-handed wave and muttered ‘Hello’ back.

Sabrina even chanced a wave at Nathaniel before she turned and slid into her seat. The redhead gave her a similar wave as Juleka had.

“Good morning Sabrina!” Rose called, skipping up the steps. “Good morning Juleka! Good morning Ivan! Good Morning Adrien, Good morning Mylene! Good Morning Alya! Good Morning Nino! Good morning Nate! Good Morning Max! Good Morning Kim!”

A chorus of ‘Good morning Rose!’ echoed back at the peppy blonde. Rose smiled as she slid into her seat in the back row.

Chloe stalked into the room, head held high. She sent a smirk to the back of the room, and Sabrina shivered. That was not a good kind of smirk. Sabrina hoped that Chloe was just acting haughtily to ride on her father’s coattails. M. Bourgeois was on his way to winning the mayoritorial elections, again. M. D’Argentcourt had been thoroughly humiliated throughout his campaign. At times it seemed the entire city was working against him.

Power players such as Andre were probably why the Americans had a limit on how many terms a leader could serve.

Sabrina listened in on the various conversations as she waited for Mme. Bustier to arrive.

Max was describing an idea for an AI with emotions to Juleka; Rose, Alix, and Mylene had started to talk about shades of the Color pink, and Kim was saying something about not being afraid of anything Ivan would ever know about, - spiders, if it hadn’t changed from when Sabrina had gathered blackmail info last year so that no one would run against her and Chloe in-

Oh crap.

Class representative elections had been making their way around the school this month. Calista had just been voted in on Friday.

Her life had changed a lot in two months. A lot, because she used to have the dates to start gathering information ingrained into her internal clock, and knew exactly what it was for every time. She had thought her secret hunting urges were just because she was so excited about Kitty Section forming and that she knew Nathaniel had been working on a secret project. She’d completely forgotten about elections.

Sabrina had never considered herself someone for whom adaptation was easy, and yet here she was.

“Oh it would be amazing if we got cushioned seats this year. Do you think that whoever gets elected would do that?”

Mylene hummed. “I don’t know, Rose, Chloe definitely wouldn’t.”

“Well no, but Chloe doesn’t have to be the rep this year.”

“She doesn’t?”

“I mean,” Rose took a breath and then leaned forward so she could talk to Sabrina. “Bri, are you gonna help Chloe run for rep this year?”

Sabrina wasted no time shaking her head, keeping her gaze stubbornly on Rose’s face. “Nope.”

Rose smiled, turning back to Mylene. “See?”

“Yeah, okay. But who’s going to run instead?”

“Good question!” Rose leaned over her desk again. “Bri, are you going to run?”

Sabrina paused at that. She hadn’t thought about it. She considered it for a moment, waving to Marinette as she entered, then turned and told Rose she really didn’t know, adding on a “besides, I don’t think I’d be that good at being in charge. I might run for assistant rep.”

“Wait does that mean we’ll have fair elections this year?” Marinette asked, turning around in her seat.

Sabrina nodded.

Marinette pumped her fist. “Yes! Have we decided who’s running this year?”

“I want to run for rep,” Rose admitted. “It’ll be fun to try.”

“I’m running too!” Kim added loudly. “This time she can’t hold my fear of spi-something against me!”

“Can’t I, Kim?” Chloe’s icy voice interrupted. Sabrina watched as she sashayed up the aisle and slammed her hand onto Kim’s desk. “I don’t have anything new to use against you, but don’t think for a minute that I won’t use what I still have.” Chloe turned her glare to Sabrina. She flinched. Chloe looked triumphant about that. “I don’t need Sabrina to keep you plebeians in line." She straightened up. “Anybody who runs against me this year will meet the same fate as previous years.” She yawned into her hand. “I’ll just have to go without an assistant this year.” Chloe turned away and sashayed back down the stairs. She slid into her seat, head held high.

Mme. Bustier clapped her hands before the conversation could continue.

The subdued attitude carried through the rest of class, and only worsened when Mme. Bustier officially announced that the Class Representative election for their class would happen this week, and that anyone who wanted to run needed to decide by fourth period, and have their paperwork in by Tuesday morning.

“I had been so excited,” Rose lamented, setting her tray down between Juleka and Sabrina. The entire class, sans Chloe, had gathered for lunch in the cafeteria.

“Is Chloe really that bad of a class representative?” Adrien asked.

The emphatic Yes from the rest of the class had him flinching. Sabrina felt a little sorry for him. She , at least, had no misconceptions as to what Chloe was like when they were friends. Or, less misconceptions. It was worse from the other side, but not by too much.

“I don’t think we should let her have her way this year.” Alix stated. “I mean, Marinette already told her to take her bad attitude somewhere else, why don’t we all help reinforce that idea? Between the, what, thirteen? Of us, most of her threats won’t actually mean anything, right?”

“Yeah!” Kim cheered.

Max cleared his throat. “As much as I hate to kill the mood, Chloe's threats do still apply. She can still spill secrets, and she has enough pull with the school board that she can still carry them out, just not with the same amount of ease as previous years.”

Alix groaned, laying her head on the table. “Her tyranny has to end somewhere.”

“What if we blackmail her back?” Juleka asked, forking a piece of Salmon into her mouth. Sabrina jolted, staring at her flabbergasted. Apparently she wasn't the only one, because Juleka shrunk in on herself a bit a moment later. “It was just a suggestion.”

“There's got to be someone she has nothing on,” Alix huffed. “Wait a minute, Sabrina?”

Sabrina froze as all eyes turned on her.

“Alix, what are you asking?” Ivan asked, a hint of accusation in his tone. Sabrina wasn't sure which girl it was truly aimed at.

“Who doesn't she have blackmail on.” Alix said again. “Sabrina, you know this, right?”

Sabrina nodded slightly. She didn't like it when the past was brought up, she had tormented them so much, but it was inevitable in this situation. She took a deep breath before answering, hoping her voice stayed factual and firm. “Kind of. I don't have anything on Marinette, Alya, or Adrien. But Chloe might have found something else since I left.”

At her words, the class erupted. Sabrina winced at the overlapping yells, moving to cover her ears. Some of the noise was cheers, some were questions, Kim was making a lot of it, really it was just too much, too much, she couldn't think, how could thirteen people make so much noise-

There was a bang as Marinette stood up, slamming her hands onto the table. “Guys!” her shout cut through the din surprisingly well. The class turned to look at Marinette instead of each other. “One at a time,” she ordered calmly.

Sabrina lowered her hands back to her lap, taking a deep breath in the relative calm.

Rose raised her hand.

“Yes Rose?”

“If you run, do you think we can build a petition for scrapbooking club like we did for the art room?”

Marinette flushed scarlet. “I don't think I'll run, but I can definitely help you set that up if Chloe closes it.”

“Girl, why wouldn’t you run?” Alya asked. “You might be the only one who can.”

“What?” Marinette sat back down, turning so she could focus her incredulous look on Alya. “I can't lead people! And even if I could, I don't have enough time to do so properly.”

“Well I can’t be class rep around the Ladyblog, and Adrien is always busy.”

Sabrina could bring up a few examples to fight most of the points Marinette had brought up. The time one was the only thing she couldn’t argue against. But... Hadn’t she said she wanted to be assistant rep? After running both her and Chloe’s lives for years, there was at least one thing she was good at, and that was managing events around the rest of their lives. And time as a whole. As long as Marinette was okay with that, of course.

“I could help with the time thing,” she rushed out, closing her eyes. She didn’t want to see what they thought of that. Rose would be supportive, but she didn’t know how the others would act.

There was no sound from the rest of the table. Had she just ruined their friendship by going against what Marinette had said? Oh she hoped not, she had only been trying to help!

“What about your own schedule?” Marinette asked.

Sabrina opened her eyes. Marinette didn’t look mad, thank goodness. Instead she looked… worried?

“Oh I can manage mine with time to spare!” she assured her. “It’s not a problem to help, really.”

“If you’re sure you want too, that could work.” Marinette said slowly. “But I don’t want to be an absentee rep for everyone.”

“I could run with you, and we could work together, like with the project! Find times that work for both of us, and then just plan a few weeks in advance.”

Marinette’s smile was worth taking the chance to say that. “I think that could work.”

Rose started clapping, and soon the entire class was too. Sabrina blushed at the praise.

She just kept topping herself at how happy and important she could feel. They weren’t clapping only for her, of course it was for Marinette too, but still.

***

Sabrina rocked on her heels at the apartment door. Marinette had offered for her to come over Tuesday night for them to get a strategy working. Sabrina was late, an akuma had attacked while she was on her way to Marinette’s house. She hoped Marinette wouldn’t be upset. There were footsteps on the other side, and then Marinette yanked the door open. “Sabrina are you okay?”

“Yeah. I was able to hide,” Sabrina assured her quickly.

“Oh thank goodness.” Marinette hugged her. “Come on in.” she pulled back and opened the door wider. Sabrina smiled and followed her inside and upstairs.

“So where should we start?” Marinette asked, plopping into her desk chair and sliding over to her desk. She picked up a box and a screwdriver off her desk, and then spun to face Sabrina. “Do you mind if I work while we talk?”

Sabrina shook her head. “Not at all! What are you working on?”

“A locking box,” Marinette shrugged. “I figured that even though she shouldn’t realistically be able to get up here, I might as well lock up my diary anyway.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Sabrina agreed.

“Do you want me to make you one too after I’m done?”

Sabrina shook her head. “I’ve got my own measures. Thank you for the offer though!”

Marinette smiled. “Good on you.”

“So how are we running this campaign? Chloe normally tries to ruin her competition, but that doesn’t seem like a very you thing to do.”

“Definitely not,” Marinette agreed emphatically. “I was considering a full speech, you know?”

“I can help with speeches,” Sabrina agreed, perking up. It was true! “And you’ve come up with some good ones on the spot before, so this one is bound to turn out amazing!”

Marinette giggled. “Thanks Sabrina.

“Oh! We have to do the paperwork first! How did I forget that?” Marinette spun her chair again, setting the box on her desk so she could open up her computer. A few minutes later her printer was running. “Okay, there’s that.”

Marinette handed Sabrina her set of papers, and sat down with her own. “Do you need a pen?”

“Yes please,” Sabrina answered. Marinette passed her a pen, and they got to work. Line one; year, class, and name.

As it turned out, Marinette did a lot more work than Chloe ever had while they ran. In years past, Sabrina and Chloe had won immediately for lack of competition. Now, she and Marinette were running against Chloe. And even though they knew most would vote for them instead, Marinette was determined to be a worthy candidate, not just someone who was voted for instead. And that was just from the first night of planning and preparing!

Sabrina loved her.

Laying on Marinette’s bedroom floor, Sabrina ticked off another few boxes concerning her health status before looking back up at Marinette. Marinette was beside Sabrina, her cheeks puffed, and her legs kicking back and forth violently.

Sabrina pursed her lips, looking down at the next question on the form. Why do you think you’ll be a good candidate? That one was tricky. Why did she? Organizational skills would work as a reason, right?

“Sabrina, did they nominate me just because I wasn’t Chloe?” Marinette asked, flopping onto her back.

Sabrina looked over, puffing her own cheek. “I doubt it. You have the makings of a good leader. You’re super nice and check on everyone. Or, almost everyone.” She didn’t name the one person she didn’t think Marinette took care of, that was obvious. But still. “That’s what the representative does anyway, right? Take care of everyone?” And really, Marinette had a big enough heart to take care of even Chloe if it came to it.

Marinette sighed. “Yeah. I just don’t want anybody to think I’m only doing it because it’s my responsibility.”

Sabrina hummed. “I don’t think anyone would think that. I mean,” she forced a laugh, nervous and hoping it didn't show. “Look at me! I went from the second most hated girl in our grade to someone with actual friends in four weeks after you offered. And that was all before this.” She looked down at her hands. “They’d have to have pretty bad memories to think you only help because you have to.”

Marinette chuckled. “I don’t think we have anyone with memory problems in our class.”

Sabrina smiled, and turned back to her forms. The sound of pencils reigned for a minute, and then; “Thank you Sabrina. I needed to hear that.”

“No problem.”

You know, support for her friends and good at making things happen were both things that would be good on this. She might as well. In the margins, she ends up scribbling an extra note. Mostly to support Marinette.

***

“How do you speech?” Marinette asked, glaring at her tablet screen as though it had personally offended her.

This prep meeting was at Sabrina’s house, so they were sitting on Sabrina’s bed to brainstorm and write Marinette’s electoral speech.

“Be personal, don’t ramble too much, stay engaged, metaphors are only good if they’re simple or you explain them, bulletpoint a point a minute if you have that much time or that many topics, uh,” Sabrina leant over Marinette’s side to look at her screen. “That looks pretty good, actually. Do you want me to start the stopwatch and see if it fits in the time?”

Marinette shook her head. “I’m gonna revise it again first.”

Sabrina shrugged. “OKay.” She sat back up, and pulled her beadwork back onto her lap. She was working on a new set of more casual jewelry, pink flowers for this one’s theme. The turtles weren’t done yet, she had run out of the type of clasp and hadn’t been able to get more yet, but she was okay with that.

“Ah-ha!” Marinette exclaimed. “I think I got it! Where’s the stopwatch?”

Sabrina grabbed it from it’s pocket on her lap tray. “Right here. Want me to watch it?” “Sure. Thank you!”

Sabrina set up the clock and started counting down. “Three, two one, go!” She hit start, and Marinette took off, her voice loud, if a bit shaky.

“So as you know, I’m running for class rep-”

***

“Alya I think I’m gonna die,” Marinette said in lieu of a usual greeting as she slid into her seat.

It didn’t help Sabrina’s nerves at all.

Alya sighed, turning slightly to look at her friend. “Marinette, you’ll be fine. You and Sabrina worked on this all week, you’re going to kill it.”

“But what if we don’t?” Marinette asked, grabbing Alya’s shoulders.

“Marinette, you’re going up against Chloe.”

“Which is why I’m worried!”

“You’ll be fine. She’s not that big of a threat.”

Marinette didn’t seem convinced, but she let the subject drop. “Any luck getting an interview with Ladybug?” she asked instead.

As Alya descended into an excited ramble about the two minutes of talking she got to do with Ladybug yesterday, Marinette did a half-turn and waved. Sabrina waved back, trying to smile. She didn’t really feel it had come out right.

She was really nervous. Really, really nervous. They had been prepping all week, but there was still a small margin for error. And that small margin would become a big margin if there was an akuma attack or if Chloe came up with a really good plan.

“Are you okay?”

Sabrina jumped at Ivan’s question. “Yep! Of course! No problems here! Not nervous or anything! Heh.” From the look on his face, he didn’t believe her in the slightest. “No,” she sighed. “I’ve broken away from Chloe, but this is the first time I’ll be directly opposing her since the project. I’m worried.”

Ivan shrugged. “We’ve all been scared of Chloe at one point or another. Don’t worry, if she tries anything, we’ll have your back.”

Sabrina smiled. She and Ivan hadn’t talked too much in the four weeks since she started to sit by him, but she felt like they were almost friends anyway. “Thanks Ivan.”

“Alright class, settle down. Before we start our lesson today, I have to remind you that elections are this afternoon at city hall, so be sure to be there!”

Sabrina felt her gut clench again, and she stubbornly did not look towards Chloe’s bench.

Classes passed in a blur. Sabrina almost never had trouble paying attention, but today she was very out of it. She kept going through scenarios in her head that grew increasingly dire as the hours passed. The only things she could remember in detail were the talks inbetween classes. A lot of ‘good luck!’s were sent their way, and George and Calista even pulled her aside to give her a few packages of chocolate. Calista had said something about being excited to see her in presidency meetings.

Sabrina was really glad they had an hour between school and the elections. It was set so kids in fencing or scrapbooking would be able to go to both.

Sabrina stood on the school steps, trying to figure out where she’d go in the interim. She and Marinette had decided that the best thing to do would be to go propless, so she didn’t need to go home. She found herself watching Chloe saunter up to her car. Her dad had officially won the elections today. It was a fact that just made Sabrina more nervous. Chloe turned at the door, and smirked. Sabrina whined in her throat. Was it too late to back out?

“Want to spend the wait at my house?”

Yes, it was. Sabrina turned to shook Marinette a shaky smile. Marinette needed the support. “That sounds amazing.”

“You don’t sound too good,” Marinette noted. “Are you going to be okay? Do you just need to breathe for a bit?”

“I think so,” Sabrina nodded. Breathing sounded nice.

“Come on, we can watch a few episodes of something while we wait.”

They ended up watching lighthearted and simple cartoons, while eating some of Marinette’s scarily large cookie collection, to keep them from fretting too much. Eventually though, the alarm to start towards the city hall rung, and they were pulled back to the present.

“Ready?” Marinette asked, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

“Not at all,” Sabrina admitted.

“Me neither,” Marinette confirmed. “Better when it’s over, right?”

“Normally,” Sabrina agreed. “We should go before I decide I can’t.”

“Then let’s go.”

“Hey Sabrina?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for volunteering to have my back.”

“You’re welcome. I mean, we made a good team, right?”

“Yeah.”

They were only a block away from the hall when Marinette’s phone started going off. She dug it out, and held it between herself and Sabrina. “What’s up, Alya?”

“Chloe’s trying to buy votes,” Alya’s annoyed tone came through the speaker. “With Jagged Stone tickets.”

That sounded like Chloe.

“For real?” Marinette asked.

“For real. How close are you?”

“Just around the corner,” Marinette assured her. “Sabrina and I will be there in just a minute.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

“Jagged Stone tickets,” Marinette huffed. “Of course she’s going for a bribe.”

“We knew she would do something,” Sabrina sighed.

“Yeah. Well, let’s get in there and show her that money can’t buy everything!” Marinette said enthusiastically. Her nerves at least, seemed to have dissipated into fury. Sabrina couldn’t say the same for her own.

All the same, there were a lot of things money couldn’t buy. Like true friendship.

The girls entered city hall, and were greeted with the cheers of some classmates.

“Yeah! Come show us what you’ve got!” Alix yelled, her eyes alight with excitement.

Sabrina smiled a bit. She wasn’t going up against a hostile crowd. She was by Marinette’s side. She could do this.

And then the akuma attacked.

***

“I didn’t abandon anyone, Chloe!” Marinette snapped. “I got knighted while trying to close the upper windows.”

Everyone had been knighted by the end of the fight. It was scary, watching the darkness close in, not knowing if Marinette was safe - which she wasn’t - and knowing they were doomed too.

Adrien cracked some pun about it being a knightmare to be knighted, and Sabrina had to agree. She would be having nightmares for a week.

“Well, obviously only one of you showed any actual leadership skills during the attack, so I think we all know who we’re voting for,” Alya said sassily. Sabrina took s step back at Chloe’s scowl.

“Not so fast, Alya,” Marinette said.

“See! She’s already throwing in the towel! Obviously I’m the best representative, I can handle the job.”

“That’s not what she said,” Sabrina muttered. Chloe’s glare snapped to her. She took another step back.

“Sabrina’s right,” Marinette said. “I said it wasn’t time for voting yet, not that I was quitting.” She turned to the class at large. Sabrina could feel a speech coming on. “I don’t want you all to vote for me based on one interaction, and I don’t want you to vote for me because I’m not Chloe. I want you to cast your votes to who you think will actually do the job best. I won’t be able to do everything, but I’m good at finding compromises and thinking outside the box. Sabrina’s extremely good at schedules, and finding all the hurdles we need to jump to get to a specific goal. We’re good partners, and I promise we’ll both do our best. So, vote for Marinette and Sabrina as Class Representatives!”

Sabrina and Alya were the first to clap, followed by Adrien and Rose, and then everyone but Chloe and the mayor.

“Go ahead and go vote Class. I’m sure we’re all eager to have our representatives chosen for the year,” Mme. Bustier encouraged. The entirety of the not-nominated classmates surged forward at once.

Marinette meanwhile, stepped up to Sabrina’s side. “So, uh, that went...” she trailed off with a nervous laugh.

“As far from plan as possible?” Sabrina offered.

“Yeah, that’s a good way to describe it,” Marinette agreed. She buried her head in her hands. “I completely forgot my speech.”

“It sounded good anyway.”

Their conversation was stopped by Mme. Bustier clapping. “Alright students! Marinette, Chloe, Sabrina, please come up so we can announce the winner!”

“Come on!” Marinette whispered excitedly, holding out her hand. Sabrina took it, trying not to squeeze too hard.

Chloe kept her head up as she joined them, but Sabrina knew the look of fury in her eyes. She bit back another whimper.

“The votes have been counted,” Mme. Bustier said. “And the winners are...” she paused for emphasis. Sabrina caught onto her wording though. She took a deep breath, and fixed a smile on her face. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Sabrina Raincomprix!”

Alya and Rose squealed from where they were in the crowd, and Sabrina wasn’t able to fully turn to smile at Marinette before Rose tackled her.

“You did it! Sabrina I’m so proud of you! I just know you’re going to be amazing!” Rose pulled back, wiping her eyes. “I’m so proud. You’ve just bloomed!” and then she burst into tears.

Sabrina didn’t know what to do with that. Was Rose okay? She didn’t know, but Juleka seemed to think so. She took her friend’s arm gently. “Come on Rose, let others congratulate her too.” She looked up and smiled at Sabrina. “Congratulations, Sabrina.” Juleka led Rose over to tell Marinette congratulations too, and then Sabrina lost sight of them in the crowd of classmates. It was only her class there, but it felt like a lot more while they were all wishing her good luck and offering congratulations.

Eventually the stream died down, and Sabrina could breathe again. She turned to find Alya primed with her phone.

“Come on girls, lets get some smiles! I’ve got to put this on the school blog!”

Marinette found her way back to Sabrina’s side, and they took a moment to pose. Once Alya had the picture, she rushed up to give kisses goodbye, claiming she had a family engagement she was already late for.

“I guess this is it then?” Marinette said.

“Yeah.”

“This year is going to be wild.” Sabrina agreed. It had already been wild, between the Akumas and magic and the shifting power structures. “I’m glad I have you as a partner in this,” Marinette said, setting an arm on her shoulder. “Thank you, really.”

“I like doing things I’m good at,” Sabrina said honestly. “And I want to support you and the others. I’m just glad you gave me a chance.”

“Of course.”

Sabrina smiled, and in a spur of the moment, she held out her fist. “Pound it?”

Marinette smiled even wider, if that was possible, and tapped her own to it. “Pound it.”

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #sabrina raincomprix #old writing #Jaymeow writes #Crossposting spam #Red's The Color Of Your Heart #A Study in Friendship #ASiF #Final

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princess-of-the-corner · 1 year

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I just realized the show really did make it very obvious that Derision is just one massive retcon since last season Marinette willingly went to the public pool and was completely fine heck she even went underwater accidentally

Meanwhile according to the script for Derision merely planning to go to the pool was enough to trigger PTSD flashbacks, while getting splashed by water there was enough to put her into a panic attack

YEAH NO LIKE

Things that it's retconning re: Marinette's behavior:

1.) going to the pool. Marinette has gone to the pool a few times. Or at least planned to. She went to the pool with Kagami in 'Mr. Pigeon 72', she showed no fear of water throughout Siren(and no reaction re: someone tried confessing to Kim and it went sideways), and in Gorizilla she had planned to go to the pool with the rest of the class until Adrien sidetracked her

2.) saying that we should take all of Marinette's weird ass stalker behavior seriously, but blame it on Chloé(just Chloé. Not Kim or Sabrina)

3.) That she has such feelings about the whole 'pranked and humiliated' thing in the first place despite previously trying to do worse to Kagami and potentially causing even more accidental harm/potential negligent death and life ruining during that episode.

4.) Making Kim an asshole. Like he was /kind of/ a jerk, but it was 90% dumbass not realizing he's being a dick. Now he's the 'it's just a prank bro!' type and is totally okay with the shit Chloé has done.

5.) Speaking of Kim being a dumbass: Somehow he doesn't realize Ondine is in love with him until now???

6.) Marinette's stalker ass behavior being part of trauma where she insists it would be how she is with any crush, despite never showing that behavior toward Luka or Chat Noir. Just Adrien.

7.) The entirety of how Marinette acted in Origins (and honestly throughout the entire series but I digress). Derision shows her terrified of Chloé. Paranoid about every step, quiet and not talking to anyone, even faking sick to skip school. In Origins? She's annoyed by Chloé, but not scared. Just exasperated. She's friendly to the class. She's even able to stand up to Chloé and protest when she's ordered around. And all that /before/ getting the confidence boost of successfully being Ladybug!!

8.) Idk if this technically counts but I'm counting it anyway! Adrien's feelings on straight up homicide! Literally at the beginning of this season he was all "Oh, I know Monarch is a supervillain that has been making our lives literal hell for the past year and has nearly cause so much death and destruction, but I feel bad about accidentally cataclysming him!". And now in Derision he's like "Idc if I considered you a friend most of the time, you made Marinette cry once so you deserve death!"

#ml leaks

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Greetings, sorry to bother you I wanted to know your opinion on which miraculous would inspire the worst qualities of an individual like personality wise. Which miraculous would detriment their growth or values. Specifically Adrien. Anyway hope you have a good day and you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

Well, since you mentioned specifically Adrien that's the only one I'll talk about in depth. As for what could bring out the worst and what would help with improvement, that's a topic that can vary, it can depend on ideas/views, and it can depend on the power and can depend on the kwami as sometimes the kwami would be a good idea to pair with a character but not the power, or vice versa.

Also, as there's 19 miraculous to go through, and not all the kwamis got the proper screen time to show their personalities and what they may be like, I'm just going to talk about the Seven and mention a few Zodiac that could work power or kwami wise.

The Seven

Ladybug - It's a shame they got Lucky Charm set up the way they do, cause kwami wise, this is where Adrien and Marinette would've gotten the best overall growth. With Adrien and Tikki, she is a kwami who would have met Adrien's needs and his wants.

The big thing with Adrien is that he is seeking someone to fill the void his mother left, and for the most part, has been projecting that onto Ladybug/Marinette. If he had Tikki, she easily could've filled that void, as Tikki is attentive and affectionate and encouraging. She is quick to step into the role of mentor figure, to be someone that her users can turn to for encouragement, affection, and guidance. And the former two is what Adrien desires most. And given his situation, Tikki may be gentler and lighter in how she handles and advises him.

Biggest plus with this pair is that Tikki would call out what bothers her and prioritizes efficiency with heroic duties, both of which Adrien has been lacking. If Adrien is being selfish, Tikki will say something. If Adrien is doing nothing about Chloe harassing others, Tikki will speak up about that. If Adrien is too busy flirting and joking around to focus on his heroic duties, Tikki will get onto him about that. All that Adrien does and gets away with, Tikki wouldn't let that fly. With Tikki, Adrien would've grown to be a more focused hero, he would've sooner addressed his relationship with Chloe, and is more likely to learn lessons that he needs to learn. And given how he is, being very direct and straightforward, he would compel Tikki to be more involved and direct, she couldn't just say "I don't like this" like she does with Marinette who would stop to think of a different solution, Adrien would need actual answers and alternatives. Another plus is that Tikki would've moved the Agreste plot along, as she is nosy and observant, and once she got a whiff of anything suspicious with Gabriel, she would look into it. We wouldn't need to wait 4 seasons for Felix to move things along.

But, biggest issue is the Ladybug's powers and role. By how it's set up, that ONLY Ladybug can solve akumas and restore everything, whoever has this miraculous MUST show up and MUST always win. It's a miraculous with a lot of pressure, and Adrien is someone with a busy schedule and already has a lot of pressure on him from his father. With the earrings, that pressure doubles as Adrien CAN'T skip out on akumas and must show up. There's also the issue that Adrien does make instinctive reckless self-sacrifices for his partner, and you can't do that if you're the Ladybug. No one would have a good time. Nothing would get fixed. And then there's the issue of Lucky Charm, required someone who is a very complex, fast, and elaborate thinker, who will think outside the box and be creative and resourceful in their thought process. It's designed in a way that only an exclusive few could do it (for sure Marinette, Luka, and Felix). Adrien does not meet that criteria. It's even canonly backed that Adrien struggles with the Lucky Charm (Reflecktdoll specifically, I haven't watched the 2nd kwami swap ep and don't really plan to).

It's a shame as I think Tikki could've been solid for Adrien's needs and wants over all, but it's just not ideal to pair him with the earrings. Not for the powers, the pressure, and the role. Now, if things didn't come down to ONLY Ladybug, this wouldn't' be so bad but, that's how canon set it up.

Fox - Adrien with Fox I see being very similar to Alya with the Fox. It's not end of the world bad but there are better match ups for Fox. The biggest issue with Adrien having Fox (and this extends to Alya) is that they are both direct and straightforward thinkers so their illusions will be direct and basic, and both do desire the limelight and rather be in the heat of things. And that's hard to do with Fox, which I think would better serve being more in the shadows to cast their illusions, and the users ideally should be clever, creative, observant,elusive, and able to think on their feet.

With Trixx, playing off Sapotis Trixx, I see a similar relationship Trixx could've had with Alya, Trixx being able to string Adrien along and manipulate him towards Trixx's views of an ideal path. She would've led Adrien to be more chaotic and rebellious, would've played off his want for independence more, and still guide him to be more duty focused. I could also see Adrien taking Trixx's words too literally and the hidden suggestion could go over his head.

So, not the best match but not the worst. It could play into Adrien's dramatics and help him be more expressive, could help him learn to think outside the box but that'd take time.

Bee - Bee I see being similar to Cat in terms of power matching with Adrien as Venom is similar to Cataclysm's function, though Adrien may be a little more reckless with that power as he'd aim to sting an akuma and freeze them right away.

Pollen though would be the biggest NO to Adrien getting Bee as she would be a yes man who never questions Adrien and just constantly validates his choices. That is the last thing Adrien needs.

Turtle - Turtle is actual one of the Five I think would be best for him. It works off how he works off, but offers solutions to the problematic aspects of how he approaches situations. Cause the big thing about Adrien is that he likes to be in the heat of battle, and its his nature to protect his teammate, take the brunt of attacks. He wants to be a shield, so this lets him actually be a shield. Biggest plus is that this power actually offers him protection. And as he can only put up a shield once, its going to start forcing Adrien to think a little more about when he needs to put up his Shelter or find different solutions than just tanking hits.

Wayzz I also see being a solid kwami to pair with Adrien. He is quick to question hasty actions, he wants his holders to be a 100% on their choices, so he will lessen Adrien's recklessness. It could lead to him learning to be a little more cautious, or think a little more, go about things smartly. Another big plus is that Wayzz is very adaptive and observant. He will pay attention to his holders and be quick to adopt their quirks and interests so he can better connect with them (like the 2nd time we see Carapace appear, him and Nino have their own handshake). So Wayzz would be very engaging with Adrien's interests, get with him one on one, which would make them actual friends, which can lead to Adrien considering Wayzz's advise more and be more inclined to follow his lead, which works out as Wayzz wouldn't established himself as THE leader between them, allowing Adrien to grow into his own more.

So of the Five, Turtle I think would be solid, both in kwami and power.

Peacock - Peacock I see in the same boat as Fox, there could be better match ups, but it may be better than Fox. Biggest plus for Adrien is that Peacock makes actual creations than illusions, so there's more physical aspect to it. Similar to Fox's illusions, Adrien's sentibeings I see being more direct and straightforward. But as this is a more long range power and Peacock doesn't seem built to be in the heat of things, this would clash against Adrien's want to be in the field, so he'd be more limited. There's also a possibility that Adrien could make a sentiEmilie and sentiLadybug to fill out what he wants and that could get into some problematic territory, especially learning that his dream is living in isolation with his crush so this could lead to him willingly isolating himself to be with who he wants to be with most.

Playing off that Duusu is expressive and animated, I see him and Adrien getting along, as Duusu would work off Adrien want to be flamboyant and playful and he does try to get Ladybug to play along with him. But there's not enough on Duusu to say for sure on anything else.

Butterfly - Adrien and Butterfly is kinda up there with Chloe and the Butterfly, on some level, it could be good for growth, but on another, it just may not be a good fit. Now, between the two, there is more possibility for Adrien as he can be good at encouraging/giving a pep talk, and is well meaning the few times he works off others. Him with Butterfly is not an impossibility. But I'm uncertain how well a fit it would be.

The set up for Butterfly works off someone having issues, you realizing and understanding those issues, and offering a means of solution. It all comes down to prioritizing someone else, giving them the power to help themselves, which in turn will help others. As a person, Adrien is not there. In the few instances that he is with someone who is also upset, he often makes the situation about himself, wanting to share his troubles more than their own troubles (one example is Glaciator where Marinette is also upset but Chat's upset is more prioritized). This miraculous requires empathy, which Adrien over all lacks, some of the best examples is his response to Chloe bullying others and not seeing an issue with it enough to step in to stop her or help them.

Another factor is that this power does require a semi leader, someone who will over see how things play out and will give direction as needed. Adrien does not have leadership potential, he does not step up to that role of being a leader, more often than not, he needs to follow directions or will just act on his own. One of the biggest factors to this is the factor that Alya actually has become the 2nd in command to Marinette instead of him.

Mindful, it can be set up that Butterfly could help him learn to be more empathetic, to listen to others more, take a more active role in helping and a learn some leadership skills, but it's something that would take time.

Kwami wise, I do see Adrien and Nooroo getting along over all, they're both gentle and amiable personalities, and Nooroo could appreciate a social butterfly like Adrien and his want for a change. But like Adrien and Plagg, I do see whatever Nooroo says in protest to Adrien's actions would just go over Adrien's head and is easily dismissed or ignored. Nooroo isn't a bold enough personality to get through Adrien when he needs someone too.

Cat - Cat to me is one of those where it's not a bad match, but it's now clear that there could be better matches. Cat for sure does meet with Adrien's wants and semi his needs, it answers that want for independence, and opens up to possibility of rebelling against his controlling villainous father. And with Plagg's influence, it meets his needs to prioritize himself and his wants, and to have the chance to have fun and be a kid when he was hardly allowed to.

The issue stands though with the continued allowance. As Plagg didn't establish himself as an authoritative figure, and hardly ever offers advise or guidance, anything Plagg says now to call out Adrien or point out issues is dismissed by Adrien. And with Plagg preferring to let karma be a teacher and caring deeply for his holders, this has allowed Adrien to do as he pleases with little to no consequences. Plagg and the Cat is good for Adrien at the start, to help him gain more freedom and to have a chance to act his age and do as he likes, but its not something that should've been allowed to be for 5 seasons now.

The Zodiac

Ox - Ox has the similar appeal to Turtle, with the big plus being it's more combative focused, which Adrien does like to fight. Stompp though seems stricter and has less patience, so I don't see Adrien's want for fun to be encouraged.

Tiger - Tiger has a lot of the same appeal as Cat and Bee, so Adrien could be able to wield Clout just fine. Roaar would encourage Adrien to speak out and be heard, and would also be nosy, so the plot may progress more. It could risk Adrien being pushy and bringing out the bad traits of him pushing his ideals out more, speaking over others.

Dragon - Same as above, I do see Adrien being fine with the powers, may make him want to power through things; but I don't see him clicking with Longg. He may zone out on rambling Longg or not inclined to listen to them.

Horse - Horse is one of the Zodiac I could immediately see being a solid fit for Adrien. He does want freedom and is in need of more independence, and this power relates to be able to go wherever you please. It would also be easier for him to join fights and then go back to his schedule, making it easier to get around.

Another big appeal with Kaalki. Not only would Adrien apply to her preferences of a holder, meaning she'd be delighted to have him and work off of him, Kaalki would have a standard of how she expects her heroes to act, meaning she would call out Adrien if his being dishonorable or doing something questionable or selfish. And she is one of those few kwamis where, if she has an issue, you will know about it.

Monkey - This largely plays off Adrien's want of levity and fun. So it works off more what he wants and needs at the start, but similar to Cat, it can lead to a problematic placement long term. Especially as Xuppu doesn't seem all that responsible a kwami, though I do think he and Adrien could be a funny pair.

Dog - Dog is the 2nd to Horse of the Zodiac I'd vote for Adrien. It can play into that want for levity, as a ball is an iconic play item, but it would also come into being more focused and involved in fights, giving Adrien's role a little more weight, and may let him be in the heat of things but not as risky. I also see Barkk being the source of affection Adrien desires, and also matching him in energy; but she's also very focus and duty oriented, she could help Adrien learn there's a time for play and a time for work. So she'd be there to encourage and support him, but also point out issues and guide him to improvement.

#ask Punchie #adrien agreste #kwami swap

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Like we're made of starlight

Sharing this again because I reread (and fixed a few things) and it sent me to another realm. Like what i wrote this! it gives me the feels and makes me cry happy tears. its so sweet.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, Ladynoir July 2023, Shooting Stars, will be beta read later Summary:

For day 5 of Ladynoir July : Shooting Stars

Ladybug looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean 'and'?"

"What's the big deal? It's just rocks falling from the sky."

"You are the most romantic person I know and you think that this is just nothing?" She asked, surprised at the words that he was saying.

"I just don't get why it's so special." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

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To see her here tonight was a magical dream come true. Landing softly on the roof he went unnoticed by her. Chat stopped for a second savoring the scene before his eyes.

He was the only one in the universe who got to see her like this. A moment when her guard was done, and her heart plastered on her sleeve. Tonight was even more rare than normal. Her hair was down, the soft waves blended into the night sky and the breeze ran its hands through it. The moonlight delicately danced upon the edges of her hair, illuminating it in a radiant silver hue.

Chat longed to capture and preserve this moment, etching it forever into the depths of his memory.

She looked so fragile with her arms around her knees. It reminded him of the night so many months ago when they lost the Miraculous.

“So what is m’lady bug doing out this late?” Chat crept up beside her and whispered into her ear. Quickly he jumped back into the shadow before she could see him.

She turned her head in every direction, desperately seeking his presence. Her eyes slowly swept across the horizon until they finally landed on him. An expression of playful annoyance adorned her face, but his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, enamored by her every move.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Don't startle me like that!" she exclaimed, unable to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. As she approached him, she playfully slapped his shoulder, a spark of affection lingering in her touch.

"Maybe you need to pay attention to your surroundings?" He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. Taking her hand in his, he lifted it up, his other still placed on the curve of her back.

Slowly he started to step in time to the music that only he could hear.

"What are you doing?" she laughed, surrendering herself to the dance he initiated. Step by step, she followed his lead, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

"Just trying to cheer you up." He spun her around.

"But I am not upset." she protested, her laughter echoing through the night.

"Then why were you sitting here alone?" he asked genuine curiosity in his voice.

"I was watching the shooting stars." She responded like it should have been obvious. She let go of him and pointed up to the sky.

Chat remembered hearing on the news earlier in the week that today was a meteor shower tonight. He just didn't understand what the big deal was. It was just rocks burning up in the atmosphere.

"And?" he inquired, his eyes filled with puzzlement.

Ladybug looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean 'and'?"

"What's the big deal? It's just rocks falling from the sky."

"You are the most romantic person I know and you think that this is just nothing?" She asked, surprised at the words that he was saying.

"I just don't get why it's so special." He shrugged his shoulders.

“Come here.” Ladybug grabbed him and pulled him closer to her.

“You see that.” She leaned into him and pointed to the silver streak that ran through the sky. “When you see one you make a wish.”

“Why?” He asked quietly as he looked over at her.

“It's just something people do. Some say that when you wish on a shooting star your wish will come true.” She explained to him

“What did you wish for then?”

“You can’t ask that.” She chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“There are rules to this?” he asked still not comprehending that point of this.

“Did you never go stargazing as a child?” Her voice carried a hint of surprise, tinged with a touch of sadness.

Chat Noir shrank into himself. His vulnerability lay bare. "No," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of regret and innocence. She frowned at his response before her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Well then, I will just have to teach you.” She smiled at him and tugged him to the ground. “First thing you do is lay down.” A tender determination filled her voice as she spoke.

Chat cast a skeptical glance her way. She gestured to him to lie down. Slowly he let himself fall back to look up at the sky.

With graceful ease, Ladybug joined him, nestling her head upon his shoulder. His breath hitched in his chest, a gasp he struggled to contain. A rush of warmth flooded his cheeks, grateful that the darkness concealed his blushing face. Tentatively, his trembling hand found its way around her waist, a silent confession of his feelings. In the depths of his chest, his heart pounded like a wild drum, hoping its rhythm would go unnoticed.

She reach up and pointed to another sparkling streak that ran through the sky. “When you see one, you have to close your eyes.”

Chat looked down at her as she closed her eyes.

“Are your eyes closed?” She asked him.

“Yeah,” He hummed in response as he studied her soft features.

“Now you have to make a wish. You can’t tell anyone or it won’t come true.” She closed her eyes tighter making her nose scrunch up a little bit.

At that moment, he knew exactly what he desired. She was his wish, his heart's deepest longing. And as he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but hope that the universe would grant him the most precious gift of all—her love. He wished that one day she would truly be his, that for once the universe would read his soul and grant him this one thing.

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*one year later*

“Look a shooting star!” Ladybug gasped as she pointed up to the sky.

Chat Noir, caught off guard, hurriedly opened his eyes just in time to witness the last few seconds of it.

“Did you see it?”Ladybug turned her head, her smile illuminating the night.

“I did.”

“Do you remember when I had to teach you about them?” Her laughter danced through the air.

“I don’t think I do?” He teased, wanting nothing more than to hear her recount that cherished night, to relive the magic through her words.

“WHAT?!” She gasped as she sat up and looked down at him.

“How about you remind me?” Chat reached out, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her lower back.

With a twinkle in her eyes, she began to recount the tale, her voice alive with animated delight. Her words painted vivid pictures in his mind, resurrecting the sensations and emotions of that unforgettable evening.

“Did your wish ever come true?” She asked, her gaze filled with curiosity and affection.

“You know I can’t tell you that.” Chat Noir smirked, teasingly withholding his answer.

Without hesitation, Ladybug leaned down and pressed her lips against his, a fleeting yet passionate kiss. “What about now?” She whispered against his lips.

“Possibly. I still don’t remember. I might need some more help.” He sat up and pulled her into his lap.

“Oh, I think I can help with that.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took hold of his face and kissed him once more.

His wish did come true.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous lb #ladynoir #ladynoir july #ladybug #chat noir

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muralmxse · 1 month

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He's decided that this is good. While Adrien is still rather new at getting to hang out on his own with others, there was something special about being with Luka. There was something inherently calming about him, and very sweet. As the pair continue their idle stroll by the river, Adrien finds himself completely at ease. A rarity, especially with the demands of his work life catching up to him.

"I've really enjoyed our time together, Luka. Truthfully, I enjoy myself every time we hang out like this." He admits earnestly. Taking a careful step closer to the other, Adrien lets his head tenderly rest on Lila's shoulder. "Thanks for taking me out again."

Miraculous Answers || @strcngered || Lukadrien

Needles to say, Luka was glad to have Rose and Juleka's encouragement for once before he went out tonight with Adrien. At first after the mistake with Marinette a few months ago, he thought to keep his new feelings for Adrien to himself. The model needed friends before anything else and Luka made sure to be there for him as much as he could.

He would be the best and reliable friend he could be for Adrien...

But... fate had a funny way of twisting things.

And eventually Juleka found out first. Which meant Rose also knew. The next thing, Kitty Section wanted to support the both of them except Luka had to explain how he wanted to keep it friendly for now and not push any boundaries to make Adrien uncomfortable.

So even with this late night walk around the Seine with just the two of them (which KS hinted they were ALL busy tonight) was enough.

Being around Adrien was like feeing the warmth of the sun on your face from a dawn of a new day. The taste of a sweet treat that makes you smile after a rough day. A beautiful sunflower blooming in a garden. Yep, he had it pretty bad.

They stopped for a moment to sit at the bench as the crescent moon reflected against the water. Luka never seen the blonde so relaxed and was glad the model could have a moment to be happy for once. Another reason he rather make Adrien comfortable with know how much of a hard life he's had.

When Adrien spoke his words and leaned against his shoulder, Luka blinked in surprised and felt his heart skip a beat for a moment as the blonde mop of hair laid right on his shoulder. He raised a hesitant arm from behind... before gently wrapping it around his shoulder with a humble smile.

❝ Anytime, Adrien. I'll always be here for you. ❞

Yeah... moments like these are enough.

#ic #strcngered #[ main verse ]#🎸 [ muse: luka couffaine ] 🎸#canon divergence #lukadrien #//i know that last thingie was a typo!#//but damn Sam!#//you see what you do to me?!#ship: lukadrien #//my otp!!

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yueasuka · 10 months

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My impression of Miraculous Awakening?

I'm not saying I like it, but I also not going to say I hate it. Basically what I think :

It's musical! Which means it will have the characters singing but... I feel like this is overkill?????? Feels like every step the character made need to be in a song that get so boring. I'm not a big fan of musical but this just make me feel like I'm watching a concert than a film. 🫠

Set in different universe : Which is nice considering I'm not a big fan of the current plotline in the series, I just hope the characters is more fleshed out alas...

The pace : I don't like how fast paced it is, I mean it's a movie so it make senses if it skip a few steps. But! This movie set in different timeline/universe and the characters has different background story than the one in the TV series, so more introduction of them would be nice. But the way the movie going, it feels like it just expect us to know everything. I think the one who got more backstory is only Gabriel and in extension, Adrien. Because it feels like Gabriel is the focus on this movie? Nice to know his motivation and his thought but what about other characters? I'm all for more Adrien content but this feels more Gabriel content with crumb of Adrien. 😅

The animation : It looks cool though, so that's one positive thing about it. I like the way they make the hair texture and the effects. Would be cooler if there's a transformation scene though.

The story : As I said, I'm not a big fans of the current plot in the series so the movie feels like a breath of fresh air. Of course considering the setting, I need to turned off all the series characterisation since they're different characters. The plot and characterisation remind me of some plot from the concept? Still don't like how fast paced it is though. I don't think speedrunning things is good for a story telling, especially if that story is set from different universe. What story are you trying to tell? It's a little bit all over the place. It got a new lore so at least that's what I'm interest in. Also I'm in for a universe where Adrien got supportive adult figure. So yeah.

Overall 6/10 Im still going to give this a chance as long as the next movie doesn't contain as many song as this one. I'll also most likely end up watch this in theater because my nieces like it. 😶‍🌫️

#ml spoilers #i dont know what should i tag this #so ill leave it at that for this moment #awakening spoilers #miraculous awakening spoilers #ml awakening spoilers #i have low expectation since i dont like the xmas special but man...#it still manage to lower my expectation

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mostmagical · 1 year

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So I have decided to start posting my one shots on tumblr.... Please have Adrien making cat noises:

Meow Me a Serenade: AO3

It had started as a joke at first.

Like always, as Chat Noir, Adrien’s number one priority (after, of course, saving Paris—that was a given) was to make his Lady laugh. He reveled in it all. Her little giggles, her full-body chuckles, even her fond little eye rolls. Groans were extra points.

They had been sitting up on one of the buildings overlooking the Place du Trocodéro, just goofing off after patrol. Ladybug was mindlessly scrolling down some feed on some social media on her bugphone, when she paused with one of her adorable little laughs.

“Look, Chaton,” she said, pushing the yoyo in his direction, “you’ll love this.”

A grin spread across his face as he saw the screen. It was a video of a little white cat, “speaking” to its owner in little mewls and yowls. He did love it, and his heart did a little flip in his chest at the thought of her knowing that he would.

“I could do that, you know,” he said.

She turned to look at him, the side of her mask raised and he knew she had lifted an eyebrow in question. “Talk, you mean?” She laughed. “You do enough of that already, kitty. You’re always talking my ear off.”

He nudged her with his shoulder, grinning ever wider. “No, I could totally make those noises.”

“Oh yeah, like nyah,” she said, laughing at her own joke behind her hand.

Playfully, he narrowed his eyes. “No,” he said. “Well, yes, actually, but I mean I could chirp and chatter with the best of them if I tried.”

“Sure, you could, but it would be nowhere as cute.”

He gasped dramatically. “Nya-ow, that’s a challenge if I ever heard one,” he said, leaning into her personal space.

To his delight, she placed a finger on the tip of his nose and pushed him away. His heart skipped a beat like it always did.

“Okay, minou,” she replied. “Whatever you say.”

“I’m very good at picking up mew skills, you know. Give me a week.”

Her responding eye roll was the perfect encouragement.

And so, he went home to study.

Adrien leapt through his bedroom window, detransforming almost before he even touched down to the ground. He took a second to toss some camembert to Plagg, before skidding over to his computer chair. It only took a few moments before he had pulled up hours of material to review. The internet, after all, was never lacking cat videos.

“What are you doing?” Plagg asked flatly.

Adrien didn’t take his eyes from the screen as a fluffy gray cat meowed at the camera. “Research.”

Plagg looked from the screen back to Adrien, before sighing. “Fine, do whatever, so long as it doesn’t distract me from savoring my sweet camembert,” he said, taking a bite.

Adrien finally glanced up at the kwami, giving him a roll of the eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” he answered, waving a hand in the air. He reached for his headphones.

For hours, he watched video after video, listening to all sorts of chirps and meows and purrs—anything and everything cat. It wasn’t like he’d never watched cat videos before, but now he was taking notes. Sure, maybe this was a little more work than he would typically put in for a joke, but anything to make Ladybug laugh.

As the moon rose in the sky and Nathalie knocked on his door to remind him it was time to go to bed, Adrien decided it was time for the next step: imitation.

He laid back on his bed, phone in hand with his newly curated playlist of cat noises, trying to make his mouth form the same mewls and trills. Maybe this would be easier if he transformed… He could already purr anyway, he remembered, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at the memory.

“You sound ridiculous,” Plagg complained from his perch in one of his fencing trophies. “Can we go to bed already?”

Adrien narrowed his eyes at the kwami, but acquiesced nonetheless. “Fine, fine,” he replied, “good night, Plagg.” He turned onto his side, burying himself in the sheets.

His dreams were filled as per usual with his favorite bug and her sparkling laughter.

Adrien continued to practice by himself in his room, waiting for his next opportunity to amuse Ladybug with his newfound skill. Luckily, it wasn’t too long before he got his next chance.

The akuma that day had been quick work, not even requiring a Cataclysm to resolve. After their usual celebration, the two agreed to meet after Ladybug fed her kwami so they could decompress.

He was swinging his feet from their favorite rooftop across from the Eiffel Tower when she arrived.

“Phew,” she sighed out, her breath blowing her bangs up off her forehead. She plopped down beside him with little preamble. “Sorry I took so long, kitty, but I brought snacks.”

Chat Noir looked down at her hands to see a bag from the Dupain-Chengs’ bakery. His mouth watered thinking of the delectable treats she might have selected. She was so thoughtful. He decided to try and express how much he appreciated her.

“Proo,” he trilled at her, leaning into her space just a bit.

She wrinkled her nose at him, and gosh she looked so cute, it almost lessened the sting of her next words.

“You sound like M. Pigeon.”

“What?” he exclaimed, affronted, and leaning away. “That was a cat noise!”

Ladybug lifted her arms in a little shrug. “Sounded more like a pigeon to me.”

He huffed, pulling his face into an exaggerated frown. And he had worked so hard, too.

She started giggling, and his mood lifted instantly. “Sorry, Chaton,” she said. “Maybe next time.”

“Ugh, you can’t call me that anymore,” he cried, hanging his head dramatically. “I’m not worthy of the name.”

“Aww… Don’t cry, kitty,” she cooed.

She threaded her fingers into his hair, and automatically he leaned into her touch. Seeing a golden opportunity, he tried again.

“Mrrrp…”

“Pfft!” Air blew out through Ladybug’s nose, and then she was clutching her stomach as she giggled. Adrien felt his chest bloom with warmth.

“Okay,” she finally said, traces of laughter still shaking her shoulders. “That one was pretty good.”

“Really?” He grinned up at her.

Playfully, she rolled her blue, blue eyes at him, though the smile stayed on her face. Her fingers returned to his hair, gentle nails scratching behind his ears. He nuzzled into the touch, his purr thrumming the air around them.

They soon fell into a regular pattern like that. On patrols, after akuma attacks, or following any other public appearances they might make, Adrien would try his cat noises in the hopes he would get a small laugh out of her. If he was lucky, she would even pet him. His purr always coaxed a couple extra giggles out of her.

He didn’t think it was a big deal until he caught himself at home, trilling while he did his history homework. He hadn’t meant to do it, but it just came out, filling the silence of his room. His eyes flicked to Plagg over his shoulder.

The kwami was floating in the air, tiny arms crossed over his chest. “Adrien…” he started. “What was that?”

“I… don’t know what you mean,” Adrien said sheepishly.

“I am going to need way more cheese if you start ‘practicing’ again.”

Plagg flew away to the other side of the room, and Adrien tried his best to focus on his studies again, thinking and not thinking about keeping quiet.

It happened again when he was sitting in the library with Nino, researching for a literature project they were working on together.

“Hmm,” Nino hummed. “You have that biography on Victor Hugo?”

“Mrrft.”

Nino went silent. Adrien looked up at him to meet wide brown eyes, eyebrows raised high beneath the brim of his hat.

“Nino? Yeah, you want the biography or not?”

Nino just continued to stare at him across the study table like he had four heads, ignoring the question. “Dude, what was that?”

Adrien tilted his head. “What was what?”

“That noise you just made?”

Adrien straightened his posture, understanding seeping into his bones. He felt his ears grow warm with his embarrassed blush. “I– I made a noise?” he asked. “You sure I didn’t just say yes?”

Nino must have noticed he was getting nervous, because his expression slid into something a bit more teasing. “Yeah, it was definitely a noise. Uhh… I don’t think I could recreate it, but if I had to guess? Maybe… sounded a little like a bird?”

“It was a cat!” Adrien automatically responded. He slapped a hand over his mouth.

Nino blinked at his outburst, then quickly fell into peals of laughter. One of his hands gently hit against the table. “You’re so weird, man,” he said, his tone purely joking.

Adrien tried to push the self-consciousness of getting caught away and laughed along.

He was sitting in the back of the sedan with Nathalie and he was dying of boredom.

Maybe it would have been better if his bodyguard were allowed to switch on the radio, or if someone would just talk to him. Instead, they were in complete silence. Nathalie was reviewing some Gabriel documents on her tablet and claimed she needed complete focus.

Adrien’s leg started bouncing as he leaned against the door’s armrest. As they passed through the streets of Paris, heading towards some distant location across the city for an off-site photo shoot, he imagined his lady leaping and bounding across the tops of the roofs. He could practically hear the zip of her yoyo in the silence of the car.

“Chichichi,” he forced air out of his mouth through his teeth, imagining he was trying to chirp for her. His tongue rolled in his mouth almost naturally.

“Adrien.”

Nathalie’s stern voice cut through his thoughts and he remembered where he was again. His head turned to his left to meet her eyes. He couldn’t remember ever seeing such an amused look on her face before.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

His eyes flitted away from hers, shame coloring his cheeks. The wriggling against his side from Plagg told him just what he had done.

“N–nothing,” he said.

It was all he could do to count the seconds until they finally reached their destination.

“How are you getting so good at that?” Ladybug asked through her giggles one night.

Chat Noir lifted his chin into the air, his belt tail flicking behind him. He did a little purr for her (she giggled again). “Practice, practice, practice,” he sang.

“Practice?” she asked, plopping herself down on the rooftop edge. “What, you’re just meowing to yourself even through the akuma battles when I can’t even hear you?” She gasped. “Or—don’t tell me… Do you sit at home in your bedroom just making cat noises all day?”

He shrugged and sat down beside her, his legs criss-crossing over each other. “A little of column A, a little of column B,” he answered, waving his hand in a noncommittal gesture.

Her eyes twinkle a bit when she looks at him. “Don’t tell me you just meow at your friends and ask them to rate you?”

Adrien ignored the heat rising up his neck at the memory of Nino teasing him in the library. “Uhh… Something… like that,” he said.

She laughed at that, a tinkling little sound like stars, and he forgot all about it.

“Well, I’ll be honest, it’s grown on me a bit,” Ladybug said.

He could feel butterflies swarming around in his stomach.

“Mrow,” he replied. “Is that so, my Lady? I’m growing on mew?”

She rolled her eyes. “Like a weed.”

He grinned back at her, knowing she was only playing around. Excitedly, he trilled again, leaning his shoulder into hers.

Ladybug reached her hand up by his ears, running her fingers through his hair in gentle ministrations, and his purr rumbled through his chest.

Adrien was in Marinette’s room, finally allowed a rare appearance with his friends. They were currently in the middle of a Mecha Strike tournament, one of which Marinette had been destroying everyone in.

Nino pushed against his shoulder as Adrien finally slammed his character down on the screen.

“Aw, come on, dude!” Nino cried. “I want to win one.”

Alya laughed. “If you want to win, stop challenging Adrien.” She affectionately rubbed Nino’s back. “You know you have no chance of beating him or Marinette unless the world is ending.”

“Yeah, but, babe, if I go up against you, there’s no challenge!”

“Hey!”

Marinette giggled from her chaise across the room at the couple’s playful bickering. For some reason, Adrien felt his chest warm at the gentle sound.

“Ugh, I’m starving,” Alya sighed. “Adrien, how late are you staying?”

Adrien startled at the question directed at him. Idly, he pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen for the time, even though the little analog clock on Marinette’s desk told him it was just after 5.

“Uhh… I should be able to stay another hour or two?” His voice trailed off like it was a question. “So long as my father doesn’t have a sudden change of heart.”

“Great!” Alya beamed. “Nino, let’s go look for sustenance. We’ll bring it back up here with us.”

“Sounds good.”

The couple bounded down the stairs, closing the trapdoor behind them. Adrien leaned back into his chair with a sigh.

The sound of Marinette clearing her throat drew his eyes across the room. She didn’t quite meet his eyes as she said, “I– I’m glad you were able to come hang out with us today, Adrien.”

He smiled, though he wasn’t sure if she would see it. “Me, too.”

Realizing how long he had been sitting in the same spot, Adrien decided it was time for a stretch break. He stood up and raised his arms over his head, feeling the tension he hadn’t even noticed was there leaving his muscles. He took slow steps to where Marinette was sitting across the room, scrolling through her phone. He let himself sink down to the floor and lean his back against the chaise.

With one final stretch of his arms, the noise came out unbidden, like a yawn.

“Mrrpft.”

He was rewarded with the sound of his favorite giggle. Fingers delved into his hair like the most natural thing. He nuzzled into it, his Lady’s ministrations always reaching just the right spot. His chest grew warm as he started to purr.

Except, the noise that came out was throaty and guttural, unlike the smooth rumbling he was used to. He opened his eyes, realizing that he was certainly not Chat Noir right now. The (bare) fingers in his hair stopped as well.

He turned to look over his shoulder, meeting Marinette’s blue, blue eyes, set in her pink, pink cheeks.

“Oh,” he breathed.

“Oh,” Marinette breathed back.

#ladynoir #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #ml fanfic #miraculeakless #lovesquare #ml fic #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #mlb #also i accidentally posted to ao3 first without a summary oops #my writing

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