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mochinek0 · 4 months

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Daminette December 2023: 18-Hiding in the Shadows

Marinette looked around her pent house in Paris. She had everything she wanted as a teenager. Well, almost everything. She was a well-known fashion designer, to the people that were aware of her. She kept her business a secret and used an alias. Her clients all came from judgement on her other clients. Others designers knew her as 'Passion' after her store's brand. Very few knew her as Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Gabriel Agreste, Audrey Bourgeois, and Jagged Stone.

Marinette had enough money to pay her rent, her fabric, all of her equipment, anything a business woman could need. Marinette herself, not so much. She missed being able to walk out and go sit at a café for a bit. When she saw Wayne Enterprise opened a section in Paris, she came up with an idea.

'Wayne Enterprises is a place that usually pays big. Even a part time job should be fine. A little play money couldn't hurt. A few extra euros so I could eat out, get some comfy clothes so I'm not rushing between orders and messing up wouldn't hurt.'

Damian Wayne sat at his desk, looking through potential applicants. Many of them were attached to big names or had one of their own. As he rang background checks, he could see they were all connected to each other in one way or another. He smirked at his idea.

'Let's put on a show. I want to see what kind of people these applicants are around each other. Would they out themselves?'

Mari was escorted to a waiting room as Damian Wayne got through other interviews. When the door opened, the last thing she expected was to see some familiar faces: Chloe, Adrien, and Lila.

"I don't know why you're even here, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe snarled, after the door was closed, "This is a big company that would love to work with our families. You have nothing going for you."

Marinette sat down and smiled, "Is that right? I guess I must have sent the wrong order to your mother and that's why she wore my design down the red carpet at the MET Gala."

Chloe tensed up and refused to meet her gaze. She could tell Adrien and Lila were surprised as well.

Chloe cleared her throat, "You're lying."

"Call your mother and ask." Marinette shrugged, "Oh, that's right! She doesn't like you; she prefers your half sister, who can actually work and living on her own, instead of leeching off of her Daddy."

"This isn't you, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe declared.

"No. This is me." Marinette shrugged off the concerned looks, "I'm just not being forced to coddle you to make Caline Bustier's life easier. 'Oh, just show Chloe some love, so she'll know what it's like and she'll get better eventually. You'll see.' Even she knew you were a horrible person. She basically thought you were The Grinch. That with enough love, your heart would grow three sizes and you wouldn't be such a bitch anymore."

Everyone was speechless at Marinette's attitude. This wasn't the Marinette that they grew up with.

"Chloe Bourgeois." a security voice called.

Chloe held her head high as she walked into the office.

"Damian Wayne." Chloe stated.

"Sit!" he demanded.

Chloe was shocked by his attitude.

'Doesn't he know who I am?'

"Do you know who I am?" she shouted.

"A spoiled brat; Ive read the articles on the internet." Damian stated, "You are known for crying for your father when you don't get what you want. Even though you are the oldest, your half-sister is who your mother relies on to bring customers for Style Queen in New York."

"My father-" Chloe snarled.

"Isn't the mayor anymore. He hasn't been the mayor in three years." the Wayne heir spoke, "If you're thinking of blackmailing me, you chose the wrong person. Spread whatever lies you want or cry to your father, the hotel owner. I could make one post about how horrid his hotel is and he would go out of business. Could you live with that?"

Chloe stood there, speechless. The only person who talked to her like this was her mother.

"I'm in charge, here, and if it came down to it, your job would be scrubbing toilets all day." Damian declared.

Tears formed in Chloe's eyes.

'He's glaring at me, just like Mommy. He doesn't look happy. He looks at me like he wishes I was gone or someone else.'

"We're done here." Damian stated.

Chloe quickly rushed out of the office. The three saw her rushing away, crying.

'I knew she wouldn't last.'

"Marinette, I can't understand why you're like this." Lila spoke, as she took her seat.

'He made that Daddy's Girl cry. I better go at this carefully.'

"Oh, shove it, Lila." Marinette sighed, "All three of us, here, know you're a lying manipulative bitch. You don't have to fake it."

"I don't know-" Lila continued.

"Adrien already told me years ago that he made a deal with you. He made one with me, too. Did he ever tell you that?" Mari questioned.

Lila glanced towards Adrien, who kept his head down.

"Oh, he didn't." she giggled, "You see, I was already designing for Jagged Stone when you arrived to our school. Adrien even had me autograph things I designed for him."

The model had turned towards Adrien and was now glaring at him.

"I could have made your whole 'tinnitus-kitten bullshit' story go up in flames since day one." Mari smiled, "I could have video called him and you would have been labeled as delusional."

"I took all our friends away!" Lila cried out, in victory.

"No." Mari answered, "You took away people, who were finally talking to me. Chleo ensured that for seven years, I had no friends. Those 'friends' just went back to not talking to me. You didn't actually do anything. If anything, you helped me. You took away the class president duties from me and I had more free time. You turned Alya and Nino away, so I couldn't babysit. I designed more clothes and got more clients. You didn't make my life worse, Lila, you made it better."

Lila fumed. Adrien had played peace maker between the both of them. From what Marinette was saying, she could have won the war in an instant! She thought she had chased Marinette Duapin-Cheng out of school all those years ago and here she was smiling, practially laughing at her, saying it wasn't true. She had thanked her and said she made her life better.

'I need this job so I can rub it in her face! I need to win against her!'

"I do hope you at least did some research into Damian Wayne." Marinette stated.

"I've known Damian Wayne since we were children!" Lila announced.

"Is that what it told you, you should say when you looked up how rich his family is?" Mari inquired.

Lila stood up, in rage.

'How dare she!'

"Lila Rossi." security called out.

Lila smirked, "I'm coming."

"She really should have done her research." Marinette spoke out loud.

"Why do you say that?" Adrine asked.

"Lila likes to play off her tears and looks." Mari declared, "Damian Wayne hates going to galas because of girls that try to attach themselves to him."

"And?" Adrien questioned.

"He broke an Italian model's arm two months ago, for lying to him." the designer stated.

Adrien paled at her words. Marinette merely smiled and pulled out her phone and dialed emergency services.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" the voice asked.

"I think we need an ambulance at Wayne Enterprise." Marinette stated, "I think someone's arm is broken."

"Are you with this person?" the voice questioned.

"No." the designer answered.

"I have sent medical to your location." the voice declared, before hanging up.

"That was pretty extreme, Marinette. I have faith in Lila!" Adrien shouted, "I don't think he would do that! The Waynes have an imagine to uphold!"

"Maybe, you should have done your research." Mari shrugged, "You still have time. Maybe five minutes."

Lila sauntered her way into the office.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne." She spoke, calmly.

"Sit." He demanded, not looking up.

Lila waved off his decleration. She moved past the chair in front of his desk and walked her way to his side.

"Can I sit on your lap?" She asked, "You see, I have tinnitus and-"

"There is nothing in here that would activate your tinnitus. Tinnitus is when you can't here anything for a brief amount of time, but a loud ringing. It's usually followed after hearing an extremely loud sound. I should know; I went to medical school." Damian stated.

'Shit. My usual tactics won't work here.'

Lila nodded and made her way back to the seat.

"Why shoud I hire you?" The Wayne heir questioned.

Lila fluttered her lashes, "I'm a model for Gabriel Agreste."

"Former model." Damian interjected, "You now model on Instagram and Only Fans."

Lila turned red. She didn't expect them to aware of her new lifestyle.

"Now, Miss Lerouch-" he continued.

Lila paled, "Wh-What did you call me?"

"Cerise Lerouch." Damian stated, "Did you think I would not delve into your background? I have to know who I am working with."

Cerise quickly leaped up from her seat and rushed around the desk.

"Don't touch me." Damian demanded.

"I'll do anything." Cerise cried out, grabbing onto his arm.

The Wayne heir growled, "Let go."

"I can help you relieve stress in other ways, you know." Cerise pleaded.

Damian grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, harshly. Cerise screamed in pain.

"I have no need for whores." Damian spoke.

He grabbed the back of her shirt, arm still twisted, and walked her to his office door. He grabbed the knob and threw her out, in front of his security team.

"Drag this whore out by the hair, if you have too, but I want her off Wayne Enterprise grounds and blacklisted!" Damian shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." they spoke simultaneously, as he slammed his door shut.

"Shit, I think her arm is broken." the one on the left declared.

"She would call an ambulance?" the one on the right asked.

"Please, help me! It hurts so much!" Cerise begged, cradling her arm.

"You shouldn't have pissed him off." the one on the right declared, "Damian Wayne isn't one to mess around."

A man rushed towards them with medical workers.

"Did you guys call for an ambulance and someone with a broken arm?" the new guy asked.

"No, but perfect timing." the one on the left stated, "Girl with broken arm right here."

Cerise was walked by the waiting room. Inside, she could see Adrien looked horrified before turning to Marinette. She was smiling at her. Then, the baker's daughter flipped her off.

'She knew! That bitch knew how this would end!'

Cerise burst into tears as she was carted off.

"I guess that just leaves you and me, Agreste." Marinette stated.

Adrien began to feel uncomfortable.

"I do hope you do better than they did." She spoke, "For your Father's sake."

"Huh?" Adrien asked, confused.

"Damian Wayne isn't one to back down, not even to his father. He can make his father bow down to him. You have no idea how......attractive that is to a woman, Adrien." Mari smiled, "A man with a spine."

The model gulped, watching Marinette lick her lips.

"You should grow a spine." she declared, "Maybe then your father won't force you to model for him. I' sure that's why Kagami chose Felix over you. Your cousin has a spine. It looks good on him. Maybe, that's why Kagami didn't take my advice on how to get back with you after the break up."

Adrien only looked at her in shocked.

"Alya told me you broke up and I went to see her." Marinette continued, "I tried to help, but she didn't want to. She said it was better that way and well, Felix and you did look alike as teens. The same face with a spine; kind of hard to resist. They're so happy and their twins are adorable."

"Adrien Agreste, Mr. Wayne will see you now." the voice spoke over the intercom.

The model looked over at the designer. She waved at him, but said nothing. Adrien stood up and stood tall.

Adrien walked into Damian's office. It was intimidating; Marinette was right. He was scarier than his father.

"Why should I hire you, Adrien Agreste?" Damian questioned.

"I hate modeling. I prefer computers and science. I want to break free of Gabriel." Adiren admitted, "You don't have to worry about me telling him anything because I never learned anything about fashion. I couldn't even tell you the names of two different shades of fabric. If anyting, you should hire Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette has always been an amazing designer. She was recognized by Father and Style Queen when she was only thirteen. She's the one who would know everything about fashion."

Damian hid his smirk behind his hand and looked down at the papers about Adrien again.

'What a miracle worker you are, Miss Dupain-Cheng. Agreste grew a spine.'

"We may have an internship available in our science department." Damian spoke, "Do you still live with your father?"

"Yes." Adrien spoke.

"We have a company home we prefer our interns reside in." Damian continued.

He noticed Adrien seemed relieved about that.

"The internship isn't a guarantee." The Wayne heir continued, "We need to see you commitment and dedication first hand. If you can't keep up, we'll put you in a different department. If you keep failing to meet our expectations, you'll have no choice but to keep modeling for your father."

"Tell him we'll work with him for one year, as a test." Damian continued, "You have one year to get your affairs in order. You'll need to move in one month from now and if not, consider the contract cancelled. I will inform them you are expected."

"Thank you." Adrien smiled.

Damian waved him off and Adrine walked out of the office, happy.

Marinette stood up when her name was called. As she walked towards the office, she saw Adrien smiling at a paper. She entered the office and closed the door.

"Please sit Miss Dupain-Cheng." Damian ordered.

Marinette immediately took a seat in front of him.

"Why should I hire you?" He questioned.

Mari shrugged, "You don't really have to."

"Oh?" Damian pushed.

"I'm only here for a part time job." the designer answered, "You know, helping out on the floor, coffee grabber, secretary gig. That sort of thing."

"Excuse me?" he asked, shocked, " Aren't you a fashion designer."

"With my own clients and I can pay for my own things." She smiled.

"Then why are you here?" Damian questioned.

Marinette sat back further in the chair and got comfortable, "Play money. I spend my own on my deisgns, fabrics, equipment, rent. Why not have a little extra to treat myself to a night out or a night in, for once?"

That was not the answer he had been expecting.

Damian laughed, "What if I decide to keep you?"

"Keep me as in?" Marinette pushed.

"I decide I want to become one of your clients." he offered.

"Are you offering?" the designer asked, "I've seen some of those suits you wear to galas and it doesn't bring you out to your full potential."

"And that would be?" he asked.

"You're outshined by your father, your older brothers, and the company." She spoke, "You can stand out, but maybe you want to fade into the back, less people to grope you."

Damian chuckled and stood up from his seat. He made his way around the desk and rested on it.

"What would you dress me in, right now?" Damian questioned.

"Depends." Marinette smiled, "Do you always wear a suit to work or are you interested in a change?"

"Tell me about this hypothetical change." He demanded.

"Ever heard of quick change wear?" She asked.

"No." he replied.

"It mainly takes woman into factor. Clothes that can go from working at the office to going out on a date or partying." Mari answered, "Just a few adjustments and possibly a new shade of makeup and usually people tend to think they took all day to get ready."

Damian took what she said into account, "And for men?"

"Most don't really have the option." Marinette shrugged, "Shame, but on you.....your figure. Well, there's nothing sluttier than a man wearing a sleeveless turtleneck."

The Wayne heir couldn't help but think of his old League of Assassin's outfits.

"No one at work would know if you have a blazer on and buttoned." She continued, "It is your office so you can always install a closet here and keep an extra pair of clothes. Jeans, if you prefer. Who is to say that this whole time, you weren't wearing sweatpants and just dressed from the waist up."

He chuckled ather way of thinking.

'Effective, but true not the less. I could kick out anyone who entered my office, should I choose to dress comfortably, and there was a closet hidden behind the cabinets.'

"Another thing most people tend to do is incorporate their culture into their clothing, as well." Marinette spoke, "Personally, I use apple blossoms in most of my designs for myself."

"Miss Dupain-Cheng, you are not what I was expecting." Damian declared, "I like to expect everything."

Mari smiled, "I've been known to be...unpredictable."

"You want to work part time in the fashion section." The Wayne heir stated, "Even if it's just grabbing coffee or lunch for others."

"Correct." she answered.

"Fine." Damian spoke, "You can work here, part time, at least three days a week. I f you have a big comission, I want to know about it. You can keep the details to yourself, but I want a time frame."

Marinette nodded, happily.

"I also want you to make me something to relax in the office that could pass for office wear." he suggested, "I'll pay for fabric of course. I can send you the details of my heritage via email, later."

Marinette stood up, "I'll start on that and bring it by Friday."

Damian grabbed her hand and kissed it, "I'll see you Monday morning, at 9AM, for work. We can go over your schedule then."

Marinette felt her face flush as his lips connected with her hand. His gaze was piercing.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." She answered, flustered.

Damian waved his hand, dismissing her, but he still followed her to the door.

"You know, Miss Dupain-Cheng." He whispered, pressing himself to her back, "They may not be able to see it, but I see what lurks in the shadows. I can see what you hide there. I can wait a bit longer for the side of you that wants to come out and play."

"Is that so?" Marinette whispered back.

"I'll enjoy getting to know you, in the future." Damian spoke, before opening the door.

Marinette took a breath before she walked out the door.

"Marinette, did you get the job?" Adrien asked.

"Yes." she answered.

The model sighed in relief, "I told him you were good. I told him about Father and Audrey."

"Did you think I wouldn't be able to get it on my own?" Mari questioned.

"That's not what I meant!" Adrien cried, surprised at the question.

"Then, don't belittle me and my work." Marinette declared, "He already knew who I was. The Wayne keep a check on everyone and everything. Did you seriously not expect him to know about our families? He was probably listening to us in the waiting room."

Adrien gulped in response.

"Besides, I wasn't apart of whatever you three were fighting over." Marinette smiled, walking away.

'What did she mean by that?'

Adrien turned to see Damian Wayne leaning against the door, wearing a smirk on his face. Damian took notice of the model and hardened his gaze. Adrien gulped as Damian stood tall and closed his door again.

'What was he staring at?'

Adrien turned his head back down the corridor and saw Marinette speaking to the receptionist.

'He was after Marinette the whole time!'

'He already knew who I was.'

'He was probably listening to us in the waiting room.'

'Besides, I wasn't apart of whatever you three were fighting over.'

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miabrown007 · 8 months

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Felonies and Other Love Languages

Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, that’s alright, though. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all just part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.

Chapter 3 - Pandora’s Box (12,708 words, 3/32 chapters)

Adrien would like to walk along the edge of the curb with his arms outstretched. Like he used to when his mother was there, her palm hovering a breath away from his, ready to catch him anytime.

Instead, he scurries between patches of light on the crushed stone path of Place des Vosges. He doesn't understand why being late fazes him.

He shouldn’t even be here.

He should be up at the office, checking the CCTV footage with Kim to notify the police about the break-in. Or he should be at dinner, informing his father about today’s mishap. He shouldn’t be sneaking out under the disguise of meeting Chloé for drinks. And he definitely shouldn’t, under any circumstances, be searching for Carapace’s hooded figure in the shadows of the park.

In his head, Adrien knows that. But he follows his heart. And his heart rounds a corner with a leap, only to come to a halt in front of a well-lit fountain.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Carapace says, his eyes shining brightly over his green facemask. He has his arms crossed over his chest in what seems to be a futile attempt at keeping himself warm in the spring chill, dressed in nothing but a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt.

Adrien doesn’t hold back his grin. With his own mask in place, it’s not like Carapace can see it. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

It’s a stupid joke, but if he made up a cat-themed persona for himself, he intends to commit to the bit. Plagg would surely be proud of him. (Even if, realistically speaking, Adrien knows that house cats, much like fathers, are never actually proud. Still, he likes to pretend that what they share is special and goes beyond owning a Blue Ribbon pedigree.)

“You expect you’re walking into your doom and still show up? Admirable,” Carapace chuckles, unaware of the truth those words actually hold. “Now come on, the others are waiting for us. I promise we don’t bite.” He starts on one of the paths leading out of the park, muttering under his nose, “Well, most of us.”

Adrien decides he doesn't actually want to know what Carapace means by that. In his hurry to catch up, the gravel almost slips out from under Adrien’s sneakers, but by some miracle—or years and years of athletic training—he keeps himself upright. “What did you say, who are these people we are meeting?”

The light of a street lamp glinting in Carapace’s glasses as he spares Adrien a glance. “I didn’t.”

It’s more than fair to receive the same non-answer to his question as Adrien had given earlier that day. Still, his chuckle is nervous. He fights the fidgety feeling that urges him to double check that the GPS on his phone is switched on.

“Don’t stress about it, they are friends,” Carapace adds in a softer tone as they exit the park on the northern side and stop in the shadow of the arcades. “We’re almost there, so I’ll have to ask you to put this on,” he says, handing Adrien a baby blue knitted scarf.

“There’s a dress code? This place must be really fancy,” Adrien laughs as he takes the piece of fabric and wraps it around his neck.

Carapace blinks at him, twice, before a chuckle leaves him too. “No, it’s— It’s for your eyes, actually. Just a precaution until we know we can trust you.”

Thank god it’s pitch dark and he can’t see the way Adrien flushes.

“Yeah, I— I knew that. Obviously!”

With much more reluctant motions, he re-ties the scarf around his eyes. He had considered swapping his contacts for glasses—for the sake of an even less Adrien Agreste™-looking disguise—but now he’s glad he’d dropped the idea. Blindfolding himself with them on would be a pain. Actually, merely existing with glasses and a facemask on is a pain, as Adrien was forced to discover this afternoon after much experimenting with the concept.

So, contacts, and anxiety over being only fashionably late it was.

“Sorry, it’s part of the protocol. Let me spin you right round here for a second,” Carapace says, his voice lighthearted. He grabs Adrien by the shoulders and turns him around a few times, until he has no idea what is up and what is down. “Thank you for choosing the Rena Rouge entertainment park, we hope you had a good time,” he says, in the worst imitation of a carnival pitchman.

Still, it somewhat eases the knot in Adrien’s stomach that’s as tight as Nathalie’s hairdo on any given day.

“And now, this way. We’re almost there,” Carapace says, grabbing his upper arm and guiding him forward.

The irony of their first meeting going almost exactly like this—only with their roles reversed—isn’t lost on Adrien, but at this point, he just follows the instructions. He's pretty good at that.

Losing his sight serves to draw his attention to his other senses. He’s acutely aware of the silence stretching between them, the noises of cars and buzzing electric advertisements on shops’ façades.

The pavement under his feet takes a sharp turn, and the city’s noises melt into the background, signalling their approaching arrival. Adrien can’t decide if that or his still spinning head is the reason he feels like he’s going to throw up his supper.

“Who is Rena Rouge?” he asks, despite his nausea.

The beam is evident in Carapace’s voice, even over the sound of a door opening and closing behind them. “Oh, Rena Rouge? Just the most amazing, passionate, talented girl in the whole wide world, who, coincidentally, also makes the best colombo.”

"Your girlfriend?" Adrien guesses.

"For the time being," a cheeky voice slices through the vanilla and pastry-flavoured air.

Carapace comes to a sudden halt. "Hey, what‘s that supposed to mean?"

"Well,” presumably-Rena Rouge says, “we are getting married sometime in the future, aren't we?"

"That's like, the worst way to put that, babe," he argues but laughs along nevertheless.

There’s another giggle, one that eases the trembling of Adrien’s stomach. "Um, guys. The plan."

"Right, the plan!" Rena Rouge confirms, as if she has completely forgotten they are, indeed, in the middle of something that is starting to feel suspiciously like a hostage situation.

Adrien, who at this point would really like to see his surroundings, shifts on his feet. "So, what's the plan?"

Suddenly, someone removes his scarf, two bluebell eyes staring into his soul. "You are the plan, Chat Noir!"

[read the whole chapter on AO3]

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ladybug #ml fanfic #chat noir #miaraculous writing #heist au #faoll #felonies and other love languages #enemies au #in which Chat Noir joins the team dead set on terminating the Agrestes. nothing goes wrong

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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Lukanette~Panties&Lingerie

Summary:

Marinette is making a new fashion line inspired by Paris' Heroes with a special line of lingerie to match. She gives Luka a sneak peek.

Ao3 Tags:

Lingerie, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, they deserve better, post-identity reveal, Post-Hawk Moth Defeat, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Deserves Better, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Deserves Happiness, Luka Couffaine Loves Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Deserves Better, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Has Me Salty, Not Canon Compliant, Snake Luka Couffaine | Viperion, Snake Tongue, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Lesbian Chloé Bourgeois, no one is straight, Miraculous Ladybug Salt, Sex Toys Under Clothing

Notes:

Now for the one I am most reluctant to put on this hellsite because I've heard the anti horror stories. Antis? Treat this like an early 2000s yaoi. Don't like? Don't read!

They both deserve so much better than how cannon is treating them.

I am not straight. I do not know how to write straight sex. This was an adventure.

They are adults, and also I like the idea of them getting some of the traits from their animal the longer they wear their miraculous so :)

“How are you so talented?” Luka smiles at Marinette as he hands her back the few designs he’s been permitted to look at.

Marinette’s cheeks darken as she bumps him with her shoulder. “They’re just drafts for the Hero series.”

“And they’re only the drafts?” He looks at he in awe making her giggle.

“I’m thinking of trying a special sub-line this time, too.” She hums, a dash of mischief in her voice as she pulls a few new ones from the folder as well.

Luka tilts his head at the look in her eyes but takes the papers to look at and almost chokes on his spit. In his hands are sketches for what appears to be a his and hers lingerie line of what will probably be all the heroes who have worked alongside Ladybug, and he suddenly understands why Marinette spent so much time having him, Ivan, Mylene, and Alix transform through whatever miraculous hadn’t been used by the opposite sex. She must have been seeing how they would manifest between the different styles, sexes, and body types.

Help in his hands were the designs for what looked like the mouse, the fox, and the dragon. Each was in the colors of the appropriate kwami with their accent colors appearing like they will have a shimmer to them. He looked over the lacey hood and rope...whip?...the tail of the mouse, the obvious fox play aspects in orange, and the elegant Chinese inspiration for the dragon until something occurred to him and his head snaps up to look at Mari.

“Is there a snake design?” He asks wide-eyed, suddenly realizing that was the exact reason for her behavior as he sees the smug look on her face. His mind races through possibilities of how Sass’s colors will play with her eyes and flops back against the couch with a groan. “Please tell me you already have a test run made.”

“Hmm. Maybe.” Marinette smirks, slipping the designs back in her portfolio carefully. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Luka sighs dramatically, sinking further into the couch. “How did I get such a talented, pretty, and beyond amazing girlfriend?” He asks, just to see the pink dust her cheeks at the praise. Even after all these years of him desperately trying to fix the damage her so-called friends caused, she still can’t handle genuine compliments. At least she’s stopped denying them.

“Flattery will get you nowhere this time.” Marinette giggles as she flops equally dramatically across his lap. “At least not any faster anyway.”

“So you do have one ready?” He hums with a smug eyebrow raise.

“Well of course I’m going to use my favorite hero for my pitch to the boss.” She smiles slyly, playing with a button on his shirt. “By the look of things, it might be done by Friday.”

Luka’s eyes lit up at her hidden meaning. “Just in time for date night?”

“Might be literally just in time if the dark teal shimmer lace doesn’t stop catching.” She pouts, looking at the bangle around his wrist in annoyance. “Would be a great time for someone to let me borrow him for Second Chance, but nOooo. Someone is too attached to their holder.”

“Itsss not my fault he’sss the besst holder I’ve had sssince the American Revolution,” Sass smirks from where he has landed on Luka’s shoulder. “And while you’re a fantassstic Ladybug and an amazing Guardian, you put too much on yourssself which is not a good thing for timeliness. Even if itsss jussst fussssy fabric.”

Marinette pouts up at the small snake, trying to use her puppy eyes.

“Thossse only work on Luka.” The snake snickers as he flies out of range of the pillow thrown at him in embarrassment.

“Sssshush you! They do not!” Luka huffs at his kwami while trying to ignore the hiss that slipped out even as his ears turn pink.

Marinette and Sass look at each other before looking back to the guitar player with deadpan expressions.

“What?” Luka sighs, knowing he’s already about to get tag teamed.

“Hey, Marinette? Remember that one egg disssh?” Sass hisses.

“The kind of smelly one that tastes really good, but someone won’t let in the house?” Marinette hums innocently. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I sssudenly got a craving for it and had to ussse Sssecond Chanccce too many timesss today. Think we can have it tonight?” Sass sighs with dramatics more befitting of Plagg than the snake.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea!” Marinette grins before looking at Luka with her earlier puppy eyes. “Pleeeease, Luka?”

“Absolutely not, Marinette!” Tikki scolds as she zips into the room. “It took all weekend to get rid of that smell last time!”

“Tikki’s right. It does smell really ba-” Luka started to try but saw the girl’s lip wobble as she clasped her hands together. “Mari…”

“Please, Luka?” She pouts.

“Come on, Luka! Be strong!” Tikki tries to help despite knowing they’ve already lost.

“Mari, come on. Those won’t work…Not the whimper.” He sighs, letting his head flop back on the couch again. “What happened to the shy awkward girl on that boat all those years ago?”

“She got the world’s best boyfriend who showed her her worth?”

Luka sighs again. “I’ll open the windows…” He relents, ignoring Tikki’s groan and Mari and Sass’ celebration.

“I told you, Luka,” Sass smirks, ducking behind Marinette before the next pillow could get him.

“Ssshush you.” Luka hisses despite smiling fondly at the two. “Menacesss. The both of you.”

Marinette giggles, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling him up from the couch with her. “Come on, help me cook.”

Luka just smiles, letting himself be pulled to the kitchen as Tikki, Sass, and the non-permanent Kwamis zip around to open windows.

I ended up smelling foul the rest of the night, but the happy hums from Marinette and Sass were worth it.

~~~

“Mari~!” Luka calls from the entrance. “We’re gonna be late for the reservation! Should I cancel and we go to a cafe instead, or are you almost ready?” He had gotten used to changing plans a while ago when he found out she was Ladybug and they decided to try again so it didn’t really bother him.

“Coming! Coming!” Mari yells, jumping down the two entrance steps and struggling into her flats. “Sorry, the clasp broke on my purse and a certain dragon stole my spares because they looked like treasure.” She huffs, calling the dragon out despite knowing he’s across town with Kagami and probably did it the last time they visited. “Let’s go.” She smiles.

Luka chuckles at the kwami’s antics, offering his arm as he opened the door. “Find a substitute?”

“Yeah, luckily the Chat purse matches well enough with the teals of my dress.” She smiles, taking his arm as they leave the apartment. “Guessing you got us in at the hotel?”

“Mhmm.” Luka nods as he opens his jacket for Sass to fly into the pocket. “The fame has its perks, but it’s also nice that Chloe finally calmed down after she went away to college.”

“You’re telling me. She spoils Sabrina rotten now that they’re together. I thought the poor girl was going to combust.” Marinette giggles as they leave the building, hand in hand.

“Still wild to think that all those years, she was just pulling on your pigtails. You seriously had everyone in your class enamored with you didn’t you?”

Marinette flushes at the reminder, hiding her face in her coat. “Oh shush, Mr. Chat Noir’s Bi-Awakening.”

It was Luka’s turn to flush now as he laughed. “Fair enough. Probably would have asked to go for it if his two sides weren’t so horrible to you.” He smiles lovingly down at her.

“He’s in therapy after the Hawkmoth stuff so maybe one day.” She giggles, hip bumping him. “As long as you let me show Kagami how Adrien should have treated her.”

Luka chuckles at the mischief in her eyes. “I almost feel sorry for my fellow reptile if you get ahold of her. I thought you already started on her?”

Marinette slumps, pouting. “We’re still working on the being emotionally stunted. What’s with rich parents messing up their kids so much?”

Luka shrugs with a frown. “Almost glad it took my dad 16 years and me getting akumatized again to show up if that’s the result.”

Marinette frowns up at him, bumping their shoulders. “At least he’s trying now?”

Luka smiles at her, bumping her back. “Yeah. It still feels like babysitting when we hang out, but it’s nice to see him and Juleka finally bonding now that Roaar’s helping her. Good choice as always by the way.”

Marinette beams up at him, and his smile turns fond as they enter the restaurant and get seated. As they separate to go to their separate seats across from each other, however, Luka finally realizes Marinette had slipped something into his hand while they were walking. His brow furrows as he looks at her, only to be met with her mischievous look from behind her menu.

“Uh, Mari, what is thi- Oh.” He turns the small rectangle in his hand as he begins to question her before he finally sees the brand name on what he realizes is a remote and it finally clicks what he’s holding. He looks back up at her with a smirk. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be the one with the fox?”

“Nah, Nathaniel is doing much better with it than I ever could.” She giggles, waving him off. “Though Trix and Marc are probably going to be the death of him.”

“Probably.” He hums in agreeance as he slips the remote into his lap so she can’t see it. “So how is your new pitch going?”

“Almost done.” She sighs, looking through the menu. “I got the one project done today finally.” She hides the smirk behind the menu as she watches the meaning click and his head snap up to look at her. “I’m wearing it now.”

Luka’s eyes spark in interest as he looks her over. “Oh?”

“Mhmm. Looks kind of like your original suit if it was lacey and showed off assets.” Marinette hums.

Luka groans under his breath while giving up on the menu. He’ll just end up ordering the same thing as a few months ago anyway. “What day is your meeting again?”

“Monday, so it needs to stay in one piece.” She warns, looking at him mischievously. “But it is washing machine safe.”

“Perfect.” He smiles before pressing the remote in his lap.

Marinette slaps a hand over her mouth to hide her squeak as she pretends to glare at him. “Getting right into it, huh?”

“How can I not when you’ve given me such a nice new toy?” He smiles at her innocently. “Don’t worry, I’ll behave when the waiter comes...As long as you do that is.”

His smile may look innocent, but the tilt of his head and the look in his eye sends a shiver down her spine as she suddenly feels like a mouse cornered by the snake. Marinette squirms in her seat with the toy not being the only thing getting to her. “And if I don’t?” She squeaks.

He just smiles as suddenly the vibration between her legs shoots to the max setting for about three seconds before dropping back down to a 2. It’s enough to make her have to cover her mouth though as she leans her head on the table.

“Understood?” He asks, brushing her bangs from her face when she looks up at him with a pout.

“I made a mistake didn’t I?”

“Maybe.” He chuckles before smiling at the waiter who comes to take their order.

The night continues with them laughing and teasing each other as they talk and each; only broken up occasionally when Luka sends the remote back to 10 for a few seconds before bringing it back down to the next highest setting.

By the time they leave the restaurant, the toy buzzing away inside Marinette is at a 7, and her legs feel ready to give out on her as she clings to Luka’s arm on the way back.

“Evil.” She pouts up at him as he holds the door open to their apartment building. She barely hides her moan as she enters the building and Luka raises it again in retaliation.

“Maybe a little.” He hums as they go up the stairs. “You did start it though.”

Marinette huffs, unable to deny it as she stumbles on the stairs a little.

Luka just chuckles at her pout, ruffling her hair a little as he unlocks the door and opens it for her.

What he forgot during his teasing, however, is that he just so happens to be dating Ladybug who despite her small, clumsy frame, is a lot stronger than she looks.

Marinette smiles, accepting his act of chivalry, but ass shoon as she’s over the threshold, it’s his turn to yelp as she pulls him inside and pins him against the door.

“I keep forgetting you can kick my ass.” Luka groans as he thumps his head against the door behind him. “Fuck it’s hot.”

“One of these days you’ll learn.” She hums as she starts manhandling him out of his coat despite the still very present size difference.

“Nah, the surprise is half the fun,” Luka smirks as he helps her get his coat off to let Sass out before picking her up so her legs can wrap around his hips as he carries her further into the apartment.

Marinette moans at his own little display of strength and is delighted to find him just as affected when she starts grinding herself against his front, causing him to almost stumble.

“Mariii~” Luka groans as he catches his footing and hurries the rest of the way to the room before she can do something else.

“Luka, please. Bend me over the counter for all I care, just get inside me now.” She moans in his ear before continuing to kiss and suck at his neck.

“Shit, Mari, you’re gonna kill me.” He moans before kicking open the door and dropping her on the bed. “Come on and show me the pretty lingerie you worked so hard on while I get out of these skinny jeans you insist I wear every date night.”

Marinette whines at being put down but hurries out of the coat on Viperion inspired dress to reveal her masterpiece underneath.

Luka’s breath hitched as he took in the sight before him. The sight of aqua lace dancing around her shoulders in a much daintier version of his shoulder pads and coming to rest in a point between her breast. The sight of that aqua connecting at her sides to the shimmering teal that she had fought so hard with to apparently craft the underwire before snaking down her sides and leaving her belly exposed. This teal then melted back into the aqua to create the panties which, now that he looked closely, had an open crotch. He groaned at the outfit, finally kicking his pants off and throwing his shirt somewhere before he crowded her into the bed.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Mari?” He whispered as he trailed his fingers along the lace at her sides. ‘Open back, too.’

Marinette smirked a little as she palmed at the erection hanging between his legs hand his head dropped into her shoulder with a low moan. “I have an idea.”

“Which one of us was the evil one again?” He chuckles as he nips at the spot behind her ear that makes her gasp and squeeze him.

“Ah! Um, I think it’s a tie by now.” She says in a breathy giggle, moaning when his fingers travel between the open crotch.

“Any specific reason for this design choice?” Luka hums as he starts kissing down her body.

“Mmnm uh remember that one time we did it transformed, and turns out more than just your mouth turned reptilian?” Marinette blushes even as she tilts he head to give him more room.

“So these are like an inside joke? Others will just think it’s to tease, but you’ll know it’s from when I made you cry on my cocks?” He smirks and lets a finger slip inside. “God, you’re already soaked.”

“LUkaaa~!” She moans, trying to grind herself down on his finger.

“Shh, I’ve got you, Mari.” He chuckles as he dips the finger in and out while moving his head down to her exposed breast and sucking one of the pretty pink buds into his mouth.

“MmNm! More~! Please, Luka! Even one more!” She whines as she tries to get him deeper before moaning loudly as he sucks on her nipple.”AHh! Luka!”

“Mmm.” He smirks as he sucks and licks at the bud in his mouth. Suddenly he’s a little less annoyed at how long extended use of the snake miraculous has made his tongue as he flicks the forked tip before wrapping it around the nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, pulling the most beautiful notes from his Marinette’s mouth.

“Oh gods, your tongue!” Marinette moans, fingers latching into his hair to pull him closer. She’s so distracted that she doesn’t even realize he’s slipped a second finger in to retrieve the egg until she’s practically screaming when he starts teasing her clit with it. “Luka! Luka, please! More! I need more, please!” She whimpers as she grinds down on the egg sending electricity up her spine.

Luka hums around the bud in his mouth before switching to the other one and bringing the still buzzing egg to the one he just left and causing Marinette to arch off the bed.

“LukAaa~!” She whines, wiggling to either escape or get more, she doesn’t even know.

After a few moments of enjoying the small windows she left him at the top of the garment, he moves his face down to enjoy the main one. As he settles between her thighs, he makes sure to make eye contact before letting his tongue lull out to its full past chin-length.

“Thanksss for the dessssert.” He smirks before his tongue disappears inside her and she screams.

“LUKA~! AhHhhh~! Your tongue! Please, Luka! Gods! AhhhHhh~!” Marinette moans as her hands twist into his hair to bring him closer as he eats her out like a starving man.

He’s now beyond grateful for the long tongue as he presses it against her G-Spot while assaulting every last spot that makes her thighs tremble and clamp around his head like she plans to crush it. ‘God, I love her muscles.’ He moans into her, making her moan louder.

Within minutes he has her begging like she’ll die if she doesn’t get to cum soon, and all it takes is another flick of his tongue against her G-Spot and the egg being pressed to her clit, and she’s cumming hard across his face, clinging to his hair like she plans to drown him.

He would die happy even if she did.

She continues to grind against his face as she rides out her orgasm, before deflating into the mattress as a broken mess.

“You good, Mari?” Luka asks as he licks his face clean.

“Remind me to buy Sass more eggs for gifting you with that.” Marinette chuckles, shaking as she tries to sit up only to collapse once more with a pout. “I wanted you in me though…”

“I mean, that can still be arranged.” Luka laughs, gesturing to his still hard dick.

Mari licks her lips before making grabby hands at him. “Put me on your lap, and fuck me like you did in that alley after patrol last week.” She demands.

Luka groans but, after rolling a condom on, quickly moves to obey, pulling her into his arms as he kneels on the bed. “As you wish.”

Marinette wraps her arms around his neck and buries her head in his shoulder. “I’m more than ready.”

Luka chuckles at her eagerness as he eases her onto him, reveling in her quiet moan even though he’s in a similar state, moaning low as he’s swallowed by her tight heat. Once she’s fully seated, he stays still, trying to let her adjust, but Marinette apparently has other plans as she tries to bounce herself on his cock.

“Shit.” He curses as his head falls forward. “Now. Gotcha.” He huffs out a laugh before planting his feet more firmly and thrusting into her.

She lets out a squeak at the sudden action, but it quickly turns into more moans and pleas as he starts up the brutal pace he knows she craves.

“Why have the muscles if you’re not gonna use them. ” She had once said when he had tried to be gentle. The only times he managed to get away with that without being flipped on his back and rode within an inch of his life was whenever he had her tied up.

He’d be lying if he tried to say he wasn’t into it though.

“LUKAAAAA~!” Mari moaned in his ear as she clawed at his back, desperately trying to meet his thrusts.

“Gods, I love your sounds.” Luka groans as he snaps his hips harder and faster, changing the angle enough for him to tilt her back a bit and attack her chest again with his tongue.

“LukA~! Gods, please! More! Faster! AHhNngh~!” She cried out as she gripped his hair for leverage.

Luka hummed around the sensitive bud in his mouth, before licking a stripe up to her mouth and dominating a kiss with ease.

Marinette whined as she tasted herself on his tongue and her legs trembled again as another orgasm approached and she clawed at his shoulders once more in a warning.

Luka is by no means far behind, desperately holding back his own orgasm to let her cum again, but he doesn’t have to wait very long as soon enough her walls are clamping around him like a vice and milking him into the condom.

Marinette shudders as her second orgasm wracks through her body, moaning loudly as she feels his hips still and warmth fill the condom.

Soon enough, Luka is pulling out and tossing the tied-off condom into the nearby wastebasket so he can collapse onto the bed and pull Mari onto his chest.

“How are you so perfect?” Luka whispers into her hair as he spoils her with kisses.

“I could ask the same about you?” Marinette hums as she curls into his chest.

“I guess you just bring out the best in me.”

She wants to argue that he was like that before they even met, but she knows it will just end with her as red as a tomato if she tries to out compliment him.

“And you with me.” She smiles, kissing his chest. “I love you, Luka.”

“I love you, too. My perfect melody.”

It’s not long before they drift off to sleep, cuddled close, and with love-struck smiles on their faces.

Yeah, it was perfect.

#pro lukamari #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #lukamari #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous salt #miraculous smut #get adrien therapy then we'll talk #kinktober #kinktober 2021

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mostmagical · 1 year

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Professeure (of your love)

For @xhanisai based on her Teacher AU posts<;3 here

SUMMARY: After ages of letting Paris believe their beloved superheroes are married and in love, Marinette's superhero partner turned fellow teacher wants to apply the same logic to their civilian lives and put on a fake wedding for their students. Only problem is, for Marinette, the being in love part is very much not an act.

Read on Ao3

“Knock knock.”

Marinette looked up from where she was clearing away various paintbrushes and pencils scattered around the room to her classroom door. Adrien leaned against the frame, grinning at her. Grinning at her almost too wide.

“Hi, Chaton, just come in,” Marinette said with a laugh, turning back to her cleaning. “School’s out. No students.”

“Did you happen to look at your student-teacher evaluations yet?” he asked, excitement palpable in his voice.

She glanced back over her shoulder, watching as he seemed to nearly vibrate in place, now standing at the front of her room by the desk. “No… Are they in?”

Adrien nodded up and down. “Yes, and you should look. Right now. At yours.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t say anything more. Finally having collected all the art materials in the room and deposited them into a jar for safe keeping, she brushed her hands off on the skirt of her dress as she made her way towards the front of the classroom. As she got closer, Adrien leaned down to drop a kiss on her cheek in belated greeting. She did the same.

“Why are you so excited for me to check my evaluations?” she asked as she sat down at her desk. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything at all, my Lady,” he said innocently, though his still-too-wide grin left her suspicious.

She opened up her laptop, quickly navigating to her email where, sure enough, there was a link to view student-teacher evaluations for the current year. A warm smile grew on her face as she read the first one, seeing positive notes and her higher than expected rating. She had hoped and felt that her students enjoyed her class, but it was another thing altogether to actually see it in writing. However, her heart stuttered in her chest when she got to the last section. The (completely optional, by the way) suggestion box.

[ Madame Dupain-Cheng should MARRY Monsieur Agreste. Preferably by graduation :) ]

To read more, continue on Ao3 <3

#ladynoir #adrienette #ml fanfic #lovesquare #adrinette #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #teachers au #miraculous #i would have posted the whole thing here but it is somehow 11000 words WAH #my writing

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asukiess · 4 months

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Fanfiction Year in Review 2023

happy new year. I’ve never filled something like this out… but as I published more fics last year than I did in 2022, and I have as many WIPs in the works right now, it seems like a good idea so I can reflect next year 😌

(thank you to kasienda and bbutterflies for tagging me in their posts!)

1 List of fics completed this year in the order they were finished:

sunblind - Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi

hearth – adrinette, adrien & emilie

switching shenanigans - Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Félix Fathom

the clouds above (opened up) – emonette & emodrien

backwards walk – ladywalker bed sharing!!!!!!!!!

back to you (just one last time) – ladywalker bed sharing (spicy) !!!!!!!!!!!!!

a rose by any other name – loveydrien <3

2 Number of words written:

Published: 47,661

Unpublished: 67,068

Knowing I’ve written over 100k words in a year is pretty cool! Especially since I only wrote 20k the year before that. I wrote all the wip titles down in a spreadsheet at least.

3 Your most popular fic:

I think the clouds above. I definitely did not expect that kind of reception when I first published it! I’m really thankful people still checked it out after the Paris special aired, too. It was one of the more fun fics I wrote, and I feel I actually don’t talk about how much of an Adrinette girlie I am. Even pre-reveal Adrinette is incredibly meaningful to me! I wrote this fic in a few hours and I was buzzing with excitement. I have another Paris special idea, but it’s… very much an AU I feel. Like it would be somewhere between the clouds above characterization and more canon compliant. So I am not sure if it’s something worth pursuing.

4 Your personal fav:

BACKWARDS WALK SWEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I actually didn’t know if I’d ever write Ladywalker again after TBSYM? I had small ideas but something switched in me honestly after allowing myself to like… write them in a trope. I’ve reread this fic so many times and it still gets me at all the emotional beats, and I feel the prose is strong in this one. Sometimes I can get a little wordy…! Anyway. this is when I felt I could write them again, and write more.

5 Your fav scene:

Published: I think the last scene of a rose by any other name.

Unpublished: I think this takes the cake

6 A fic or scene that challenged you:

Honestly, almost all of hearth. I took like, a six month break from writing it. Came back to it because it kept itself burrowed in my mind, but I redid the beginning like, three times? And I feel the ending is not as strong as I want it to be. I don’t think I’ve actually ever reread it, either. I won’t say I dislike it, but I think it was one of the harder writing projects of the year for many reasons.

The good: the Adrinette is exactly my comfort flavor. I’m proud of the statue scenes.

The bad: the pacing, the plot is a little loose, the prose can be a little ‘can’t see the trees through the forest’ for me, the ending….

The comments on it, however, have been some of the most meaningful things to me, and I am endlessly grateful!!! I almost feel like this was such a tumultuous work for me, that every thoughtful comment that called it poetic, that they wanted to savor it, meant a lot to me.

7 A line of writing you’re proud of:

I could not pick just one. I got lost in my WIPs for like half an hour.

8 A comment that touched you:

how do I choose?

All the comments on hearth, as I said. I can’t put into words how I feel about this fic, but I see the reflection of the effort and love when I read hearth’s comments. I could not pick a single favorite out of all of those…!

sunny who has graced not just me, but a wide swath of creators and artists with their thoughtful, engaging comments. I could not for the life of me choose just one, but maaaaybe:

Everyone who left tags in reblogs like “NEW ASUKIESS FIC?” or when whiskers complimented my ladywalker.

When piso said the following:

And huey’s comment that just. It connected with me SO MUCH because they GOT IT. sometimes you just get a comment and all you can do is a funny little victorious dance and shake their hand because yeah. Yeah.

All of kasienda’s comments. Literally starstruck is all I can say hehe.

Oh and ALSO when rosekasa said this.

10 Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

honestly just creating through a lot of life bullshit lmao

11 Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

I really don’t know! Knee-jerk:

Publish as many fics while keeping them solidly confident. Things I’m proud of.

Write a fic in the shape/form that I absolutely adore: non-linear, short chapters. These are vibe-excellent fics. Need to write one like this.

Balancing angst with fluff.

That’s about it really! <3

12 Anyone you would like to thank?

All of the littlebugs for sharing all their behind the scenes of creating; for offering support; for always been a positive support system; for always sharing in celebrating others wins and comforting when things are bad. I’ve actually never been apart of a creating community like this, and it was not only eye-opening at several points, it was quite a turning point for me, creatively speaking.

piso and blu for creating Loveybug and sharing her; for being just as brainrotted about Catwalker; for always being such wonderful people; for pretty much…everything?

sunny for yknow. all the things I’ve told you in the past six months! <3

mostmagical, bbutterflies, neurovascularentrapta, for being SO supportive and going wild with me over ideas and being SO SWEET!!! I appreciate you all enormously.

Literally everyone who has sent me a comment, on ao3 or in my inbox, or even just shared my work for others.

#long post #it’s just a lot of talk lmao #Asukies ramble

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inner-sakura · 10 months

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the law of equivalent exchange

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Summary:

In one world, a wish is made.

Yet for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. And a price that must always be paid.

[’Tuesday, Ladybug thinks, is a very arbitrary day to die.’]

[canon divergent, not season 5 compliant. angst. major character death. author makes questionable use of The Wish mechanics.]

i wrote this instead of sleeping. it can probably be generously called conceptual.

-x-

Tuesday, Ladybug thinks, is a very arbitrary day to die.

Not that she’d ever given much thought to which day of the week would be her last, per se. But as she lays there, blackness slowly creeping into the edges of her vision, she can’t help but ruminate; her mind flitting from one thought to the next as though trying to cram as much material into as little time as possible.

It’s not like she can do much apart from sit there and think, anyway. She’s completely lost feeling in her legs now, numbness replacing what used to be a world of sensation. Even if she wanted to move, it’s simply not an option anymore.

Besides, she lost the taste for it fairly quickly upon realizing just how painful moving could be when your insides have suddenly become outsides.

So she sits, and she thinks, and she waits to die.

She’s in the process of contemplating the simple majesty of a cloudless blue sky when blackness fills her vision, followed swiftly by gold and green and–

“Oh hey, kitty,” she smiles, and then immediately regrets it when she begins coughing, the greeting aggravating her already angry throat. When she finally stops, her lips are damp, and she doesn’t need to look at Chat’s stricken expression to know that her mask isn’t the only streak of red on her face anymore.

His hands are heartbreakingly gentle as they lift her, cradling her broken body against his trembling chest.

Chat’s voice is so low it’s nearly inaudible.

“No no no no no,” he mutters, the mantra he’s been repeating almost from the moment he landed beside her. The single syllable carries with it a well of desperation far too deep for such a simple two letter word.

“This can’t be happening,” he says, speaking more to himself than to her. Even though her eyes are having a hard time focusing, she can tell when his gaze zeroes in on hers; can feel his resolve crystallizing in the air between them. “Tell me what to do, my Lady. Where’s your Lucky Charm? We have to fix this, please.”

“Gone,” she rasps, the word leaving her with difficulty. “Bro–ken–” Useless now, she wants to add. Monarch made certain of that.

She has to stop there, though, because her vision is going spotty the longer she tries to speak and she has so much she wants to say and so little time left to do it.

Chat lets out a mournful noise like that of a wounded animal, his hands gripping her shoulders desperately.

“No, there has to be another way,” he all but wails, leaning over her until all she can see and feel is black leather and devastation. He presses his forehead to hers, each of his tears burning hot against her clammy skin.

“I’m sorry,” she mouths against his ear, trusting his enhanced hearing to pick up her nearly voiceless plea. I’m sorry that I’m going first. I’m sorry that we couldn’t win.

I’m sorry that I’m leaving you alone.

Chat is openly bawling now, his body wracked with sobs that jostle her in a way that would have probably been painful, if she could feel anything anymore.

But the only thing she’s feeling at this point is increasingly sleepy; her eyelids weighted down with all of the failures she’s experienced in her nearly sixteen years on this planet.

I love you, she wants to tell him, but her throat won’t cooperate, her lungs and vocal cords standing in opposition to each other, denying her even the right to choose her last words.

And so Ladybug dies, wordlessly and anticlimactically, on a sunny Tuesday afternoon.

-x-

This is one ending.

But in a world of infinite possibility, with thousands of threads woven together to create the tapestry of time, even one slight tug can be enough to unravel the fabric.

Chat Noir, like many holders of the Black Cat Miraculous before him, has never been known for his delicacy, however.

Which means that he doesn’t so much tug on the strands as he shears through them with his claws, reaching through the sea of infinite realities to wrest creation from the jaws of oblivion.

He makes a wish.

And he destroys the world.

-x-

Tuesday, Ladybug thinks, staring down at the broken body of Monarch, is a very arbitrary day to die.

Although judging by the hour, it is barely Tuesday anymore; the clock on her yoyo inching steadily towards the dawning of a new day.

And a new day has dawned indeed.

For the flood of first responders steadily trickling into the hidden catacombs that lie beneath the Agreste mansion; for the citizens of Paris, asleep in their beds, blissfully unaware of what has taken place in their city tonight.

And for its heroes. Ladybug’s eyes dart to her partner, who remains frozen at her side, his acid green irises fixed unwaveringly on the dead man at his feet.

The police have already questioned them both, their statements written and recorded for posterity. Now all that is left to do is wait for the medical examiner to come and remove the body in the basement.

Or, she should say the bodies, plural. Her eyes flick to the glass case to her right and Ladybug’s stomach turns anew with horror at the sight of the tomb that contains the remains of Adrien’s mother.

For how many people are in the room, there is a remarkable lack of noise; each person moving with the distinct knowledge that they have entered a graveyard and respect must be shown for the dead.

Nevertheless, the work is not quite done.

As the world continues to spin madly on around them, Ladybug turns to her partner, grim-faced and determined.

“We need to find Adrien Agreste,” is what she says.

Chat does not respond, but he follows her silently, out of the grave and into the early morning hours of what will soon become known as the most climactic Wednesday Paris has ever seen.

-x-

This is another ending.

A world, newly forged by the hands of a boy desperate to save a girl.

A world of infinite possibility, with thousands of threads painstakingly woven together by hands more accustomed to destruction than creation.

Adrien Agreste, unbeknownst to him, lives to realize his father’s dream.

He makes a wish, and saves his love–his Lady, his classmate, his best friend. The other half of his soul residing within a different body.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng lives.

And together they kill his father.

-x-

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #ml fanworks #ml fic #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #ladynoir #ml fanfic #I HAVE #NO IDEA WHAT THIS IS #other than pain #and probably residual trauma from the season 5 finale manifesting itself in strange ways #im sorry??#im soft-launching this on tumblr cause im afraid its too offbrand for my ao3 LMAO #lemme know folks

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mysticraven20 · 22 days

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for the fic asks:

💖 🙌🍎📈🛌

💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

Gabriel Gets Used To… — The first fic was written during a writers block. I decided to write from another characters POV and chose Gabriel Agreste. I love this one will all my heart!

The Situationship — to me it’s everything I stand for as a writer. Romance. Humour. And a dash of seriousness!

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

The proposal in Let’s Be Us Again

Marinette watched as a wide smiling Adrien let go of her hands and moved in front of her, dropping down onto one knee and offering the box up towards her. She was almost blinded as he opened the lid, the city lights reflecting off the emerald cut diamond and making it look nothing less than magical.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, this is the engagement ring of Adrien Agreste, which grants the power of my unwavering love and devotion for my remaining years to come. You'll use it for the greater good. Once the mission is over, you'll be mine forever.... Can I trust you?”

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

While writing Poisson d’Avril! I learned a lot more about the French tradition of sticking fish on each other’s back on April Fools Day. That was fun!

📈Which are your top three most popular fics by bookmarks?

A Masked Deal

"I know we both struggle with holding down a relationship, and obviously if villains are still around we're never going to be able to commit, so how about we commit to each other? If neither of us are in a relationship by twenty-two we marry each other."

Two heroes ... Ladybug and Chat Noir

One deal ... "If we're not married, we'll marry each other.

One reveal ... on the wedding day

A Renewed Friendship

Adrien Agreste was a famous Olympian. He'd given up everything to pursue his dream, much to his fathers dislike. But an injury takes him out the sport forever and his playboy attitude from over the past three years is causing trouble for his aspiring career.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a designer who wishes to become famous. She is struggling to get her big break thanks to being black listed by none other that Gabriel Agreste, Adrien's father. She dreams for her little company to expand and finally get the recognition it deserves.

Perhaps these two old friends can help each other out. He needs to change his playboy imagine and she needs someone to wear her designs and take her seriously.

No kwami's or Miraculous

Inspired by ‘Fix Her Up’ by Tessa Bailey

The Honey Trap

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was fed up of men and after finding her fiancé in bed with somebody else, she was hell-bent that no woman would ever feel the way she did.

A year on and she is one of Paris’ most successful honey trappers.

Still recovering from the emotional turmoil of not only her failed relationship but also from the one night of bliss with her childhood crush, Marinette puts all her time and energy into exposing cheating men. That is until a unique opportunity comes up.

Three years after their night together, Adrien Agreste is back in her life, and she has six weeks to trap him. The only problem is Adrien isn’t the only one keeping secrets and Marinette finds herself in a tangled web of secrets, lies and lust.

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

I’d like to write a brother’s best friend/worst enemy trope…but it would be quite difficult to write in this fandom and I’m not sure anyone would read it!

#adrienette #ladynoir #marinettedupaincheng #adrienagreste #miraculous #fanfic ask game #ask games #ask me anything #ask game

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kuromori4 · 5 days

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A friend showed me this and it made me want to do it!

Opening line patterns 📝

List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern.

Now I actually only have 9 works posted, so as a bonus the 10th fic is a sneak peak at my current WIP. (Almost finished, coming soon!) In no particular order:

Friends who kiss-

Shadybug and Claw Noir were perched on a rooftop, silently basking in the light of the moon, neither one really willing to start up any lame small-talk.

This fic is about the Re-verse kids trying to figure things out after they decide to be good guys. But being nice is harder than they think.

No More Friends who kiss-

It had been over two months since Shadybug and Claw Noir had become traitors to the Supreme and joined the resistance.

This is the sequel to Friends who Kiss, In which the Re-verse kids are still having a hard time navigating their lives and relationship dynamic, And Adrien, (for once) has a lot to say.

Ashes to Ashes-

Marinette Dupain-Cheng fussed over her hair in her bedroom vanity.

My current longest epic fic, (19 Chapters) This one is a bit of a gut-punch. Not for the feint of heart! But if you like Trauma, emotional damage and suffering... This may be for you. An emotional rollercoaster told as an unraveling mystery, in which Adrien accidentally uncovers something he was never meant to, and things do not go well for him.

The First of Many Nights-

Muffled giggles could be heard some distance from the shore, a sound that scattered faintly across sand and silt until it died against the dull roar of crashing waters.

A mature content/NSFW fic. My first published fic of this kind and reads more sensual and romantic than smutty. (Though it is absolutely adult content.) Post-reveal Adrien and Marinette Enjoying a beautiful night on the beach.

Two steps forward-

Adrien lay on his back in bed, staring at the popcorn ceiling of their bedroom.

I wrote this as a fan-sequel to Buggachat's Two Steps Back (one step forward) (And silly me being totally new to the online/fic/fandom, Had no idea who they were when I naively wrote a sequel to their story. It just resonated with me, and I had to write what I thought might happen next.)

Mixed Signals-

Silence had settled in the room as they lay in their bed, both wide awake but each unwilling to admit to it; the soft breaths they took the only real sound loud enough to hear.

Our fav duo go to bed angry after an argument. But it's very hard to stay mad at someone who's so good at making you feel good. (It's not exactly Adult content, but it is suggestive and contains very mild things.) I wrote this on Christmas when I was supposed to be doing Family Holiday things, haha. Oops.

Taken-

Having freshly defeated the Akuma of the day and righting the world once again with the healing magic of the Miraculous Ladybugs, it wasn’t long at all before Ladybug and Cat Noir found themselves inundated with fans who began to crowd around excitedly.

Ladybug gets a little possessive and protective of her Chaton. I loved writing this angry/sassy Ladybug, it was so much fun!

A Bad Touch? -

Chat Noir sat on a peaceful rooftop, his back resting, not wholly uncomfortably, against a brick chimney.

Shenanigans. Pure Shenanigans. Ladybug and Chat Noir find themselves in an awkward predicament. So what to do? Make it more awkward, of course! Probably the most fun I've had writing a silly little oneshot haha.

In Hot Pursuit-

Ladybug cautiously kept her distance as she followed Adrien Agreste.

This was actually the first oneshot I ever wrote in the MLB Fandom. (Please be kind! Haha) This was written purely for being silly; don't take it too seriously! LB's stalking tendencies have come round to bite her.

*Bonus!* Sympathy Pain- (Coming soon!)

“LADYBUG!” Chat Noir roared, his baton twirling away overhead.

This is my next longfic/Epic, (Currently 22 Chapters and going!) And I am SO HYPED for it! It's a mature content fic, filled with Relationship drama, angst, emotional damage, pain and trauma; While simultaneously being full of hot and steamy tension.

Ladybug and Chat Noir find themselves sharing more than they bargained for after an Akuma battle goes awry. And the results could be dangerous.

OK now let’s talk ✨ statistics ✨

1 of these fics start with dialogue

4 or 5 begin in medias res (it really depends on your definition of the term)

POVs: 2 for Shadybug&Claw Noir, 2 for Marinette, 3 for Adrien and 3 for stories that contain both Mari and Adrien POVs

2 are sequel fics

2 are mature/adult content fics and 3 have somewhat (mildly) suggestive themes.

Thanks to @beatrice1979a for showing me this post and @fandomofone You should do this too!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #a03 fanfic #ao3 fanfic #a03 writer #mlb fanfic #miraculous fanfic #writing #ask game #ladybug and chat noir

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valiantlyjollynightmare · 1 year

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five times they didn’t take a polaroid (and one time someone else took one)

my contributions to @lovesquarefanbook :D Rating: G Ao3 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Realtionships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir / Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Tags: five time, polaroids, getting together, aged up, prom, wedding, future kids, fluff, FLUFF ALL AROUND, inspired by music, marriage proposal, slow dancing, pre-reveal, post-reveal, prpr Number of Words: 4635 Summary: Snapshots of Adrien and Marinette's love story as they grow up - and always, always more in love Read on ao3

Author Notes: This was written for the Happily Ever After Zine, and I have some amazing memories tied to it. More than half of it was written on a bench in the park in front of my dorm building and like. The vibe alone still gives me life.

For maximum enjoyment, check out these songs: The Good Old Days - Macklemore (ft. Kesha) Hymn for the Weekend - Coldplay Queen of Hearts - We The Kings Best Day of My Life - The American Authors Let's Get Married - Bleachers Praf de stele - Vița de vie Fireflies - Owl City Which you can also find in this Spotify Playlist

1. The Good Old Days

When Adrien gives her his present, he’s positively beaming, and his excitement is contagious. His joy translates into curiosity for Marinette, and as she asks if it’s okay to open his present on the spot, he gets even more excited.

It’s not a big box, and the packaging is clumsily done. She loves it all the more. But however much she tries, she still has to tear it to get to what’s inside.

“A couple months back I heard you say that you hate taking pictures because you always drop your phone,” he says at the same time as she finally looks inside.

A camera. And boxes upon boxes of film.

“Now you have something you can’t drop as easily,” he continues.

Marinette can only raise her eyes and gape at him.

He’s positively glowing.

Somehow, she musters some words, looking at the camera one second and him the next. “But this is a Polaroid,” she says in lieu of a proper response. It’s expensive, it’s too much, it’s perfect. “With tons of film!”

He chuckles. And winks. “Go wild!”

“But this must’ve cost you a fortune!”

“Not really,” he says, but he must see the doubt in her eyes.

He leans forward and puts his hands on her shoulders, hitting her with a proud grin. He’s not even trying to hide how pleased with himself he is.

“You deserve so much more! This is just a small present and I hope you like it.”

The last thing she’d want is to make him feel like she doesn’t like his present, but it’s a weird feeling. He might be saying it’s not much, but it doesn’t feel like it.

“I love it!” she sputters her response, mind almost as blank as all the film in the box. “But wow, it feels like a lot.”

Adrien takes his hands off her shoulders, clasping them behind his back and rocking back on his heels.

She misses the warmth of his closeness but at least she can breathe a bit more normally.

“How about this,” he starts again, changing tactics. His expression is thoughtful but there’s still that note of excitement that hasn’t left his eyes. “Since I got yours, I’ve been thinking about getting one for myself too. How about I do that and we become Polaroid buddies?”

On the one hand, she doesn’t want him to spend even more money on her. Can it even be considered spending money on her?

But on the other, she likes the idea of sharing this little thing with him. She imagines them going on photo-taking dates. Being silly, and serious, and artistically invested in the littlest of things—together. And it’s her birthday. She’s allowed to be selfish. Especially when he seems so happy at the idea.

So she gives a tentative nod—and his face lights up again.

“I hope you’ll have so much fun with it!” he says, beaming at her.

It’s her turn to wink at him. “We’ll have fun together.”

“You don’t have to wait until I get mine to start taking photos with yours, though!”

She hums, bringing the camera out of the box to inspect it. She has no idea what to do with it, but she still points it at him.

“I can do this, then?” she asks, smirking as she mimics snapping a photo.

His face takes on the most precious expression—so betrayed, that she can’t help a laugh.

Still chuckling, she puts the camera back in the box not noticing Adrien taking out his phone. The snap of a photo brings her back to reality, and he grins at her, quickly switching off his phone again.

“You won’t even show me?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at him, while trying to sneak a glance at the dark screen.

“Nope, mine now.”

“Then I’ll just have to surprise you with a picture too.”

He lifts a shoulder in a careless half-shrug, but his eyes twinkle and his smile is wide. “I guess it’s on, then.”

Two days later, his chat bubble pops up with three new messages, fired all at once.

He bought his own Polaroid—the exact same model as hers. And Marinette has a photo-date to overthink, scheduled for the next day.

2. Hymn for the Weekend

The déjà vu hits her like thunder and lightning: just a quick flash, but strong—and echoing.

It’s nothing unusual. Just her and Chat Noir at the end of their patrol. The sun is casting him in bronze and gold while the slight summer breeze is turning the moment into something ethereal.

After months of photo-dates, it’s muscle memory, really.

She takes her yoyo, turns it to him, and snaps a picture of his profile in all its glory.

He looks like a snippet of a dream that leaves Ladybug still watching the picture of him even after he turns curious eyes to her.

An eyebrow raised, a corner of his lips quirked up in the beginning of a smile.

She snaps another quick photo.

“You reminded me of a friend right there,” she says, fighting the pull of the picture and reluctantly taking her eyes off of it. Did he remind her of Adrien only after she took the picture? Did she take the picture because he reminded her of Adrien in the first place?

“How so?” he asks, raising his second eyebrow as he turns to her properly.

He makes an exaggerated sound, groaning like an old man as he pulls his legs under him and settles into a more comfortable position.

“I have this friend…” she starts, not quite knowing how to continue.

They take photos together, but it’s more than that. They go on dates, but they’re not quite dates. They spend too much time in front of Adrien’s car talking about the school day and their future plans, and it’s nothing and everything all at once.

She settles on, “We’ve been going around the city to snap pictures for a couple of months now.”

Chat Noir’s face brightens with every word, somehow.

“I didn’t know you were into photography, M’lady!”

“Yeah, I never expected to like it so much,” she admits, opening the gallery on her yoyo. The two pictures of Chat Noir greet her right at the top of her list, innocent and condemning all at once.

She’d been resisting the shy urge to take pictures with her yoyo. It’s no fun if she can’t show them to anyone. But every now and then, every time she sees a building covered in green, or an old couple holding hands, or kids being kids—every time she sees a special moment, she feels the urge to immortalize it in shiny paper and pin it in the album she’d been building.

But the most special of moments are the ones she and Adrien had been competing over—the ones only they are privy to. Sweet little smiles, sunbeams, leaves dusting their shoulders with light; a secret they’re not even aware of and which the other somehow manages to capture.

She still has pictures she hasn’t shown him, all arranged carefully in an album of their own, decorated with washi tape, and fancy markers, and little illustrations she hopes will make Adrien’s day when she finally gives the completed album to him.

And in those two pictures—in those two pictures Chat Noir is Adrien. Lost in thought and ethereally beautiful.

“I’ve been taking a lot of photos recently too,” he says, leaning forward to take a peek at her gallery.

She resists the urge to shy away and reluctantly hands him the yoyo.

“Promising profile pictures, right here,” she says, trying to change the subject. She wants to share every detail with him, yet she wants to hide away those two pictures and put them in a special frame fitting for how precious they feel.

She doesn’t really understand why they feel precious.

“And replace the masterpiece I already have?”

She shakes her head, hoping he thinks it’s a response to the meme he’s had as a profile picture ever since he’d made a Twitter account, but she’s just trying to shake off the feeling that there’s something she’s missing.

The habit seeps into their hero lives, tens of new pictures appearing on her yoyo and his baton.

Two months later she finally finds out what she was missing.

She prints out those two first photos.

One, she adds to Adrien’s album with a smile and a mischievous glint in her eyes. The other, she keeps to herself, to pin in a corner of her corkboard.

3. Best Day of My Life

Chloé could not conceive the idea that they wouldn't have a movie-worthy prom at the end of high school.

Sometimes her stubbornness truly did wonders.

She wanted a prom, so she had a prom—held in her father’s hotel, barely any different than her last birthday party.

But the photo booth is new—set up nicely in a corner, a sparkly curtain as background and a table full of props right beside.

It’s the first thing Marinette notices when she enters the room with Alya, Nino and Adrien, eyes going back to it even as Alya leads them to their table.

Chloé is impatiently tapping her foot when they get there. Her shoes make the sound carry even over the music. It’s just background noise for the moment, only loud enough to cover up the emptiness.

“Took you long enough,” she says, slightly annoyed.

Marinette turns right in time to catch her rolling her eyes, so she quirks an eyebrow as she sets down her purse on the table. She meant to say something, but her mind chose to focus entirely on the way Adrien pulled a chair for her, instead.

She sits down and hopes her makeup hides the blush she feels rising to her face as Adrien pushes her chair and takes the seat next to her.

“We aren’t even late, no one else is here yet,” Nino says, taking off his blazer and rolling his sleeves.

“Well, you’re the organizers, you’re supposed to be here early.”

Marinette is quick to respond. “You hired an entire team to make sure this runs smoothly. You didn’t let us lift a finger for this.”

Not that it affects Chloé in the slightest. “You’re the organizer’s friends, you’re supposed to be here early.”

“You got bored and told me to hurry up,” Adrien finally speaks up, snorting, but Marinette has seen his excitement.

He could barely contain it.

If Chloé hadn’t called him, he would’ve showed up early anyway. Chloé only called an hour early. He’d shown up on Marinette’s balcony even earlier, catsuit dissolving into slacks and a navy button-up, sleeves rolled up his forearms and a tie hanging undone around his neck.

He made Marinette do the knot. Then started pestering her to dress up too.

Then Chloé called and she actually did start to dress up

“My point exactly.”

“Well, we hurried up,” Alya said, pouring herself a glass of water and watching Chloé over the brim. “What now?”

“Now you wonder at my competence and then we go take pictures.”

They laugh. Because it’s their prom, and it’s like in the movies, and it’s surreal. And it’s funny, it’s so funny, how they’re here and living a moment that’s supposed to be big, and important, and big.

It’s their moment.

And, well, isn’t it? They’re alone in an enormous ballroom, and their excitement charges the air like electricity before a storm.

Marinette takes a hold of the camera hanging from her neck and takes it off with a sigh, glancing at the photo booth. “This is useless isn’t it?”

It wasn’t a burden per se. But it was still bulky enough to be slightly inconvenient. And it was one more thing to keep an eye on all night.

“Of course not,”Adrien jumps in, taking it from her hands fast enough that she doesn’t have time to react.

They’ve been doing it long enough to know what’s going to happen next.

Marinette closes her eyes, but she’s smiling.

The camera shutters and a photo comes out with a whoosh that she’s all too familiar with.

Before the first people start showing up, they’ve already hit the photo booth three times. They have complete reign over the machine, and they can pick whatever props they want.

Marinette especially loves the set of photos where all of them are wearing wigs and laughing at each other instead of paying attention to the screen.

The night is less magical than she imagined, yet somehow more. Just in a different way. There’s laughter—a lot more than she’d expected. And dancing—a lot of jumping around rather than the slow dances she’d been hoping for. And there’s their group stuffing their faces with the Dupain-Chengs’ fantastic pastries that Chloé made sure wouldn’t be missing.

Then, there’s the waltz. It’s the epitome of what she’d dreamed of—and it’s not. It’s her, and Adrien, with absolutely no space between them, laughing the whole time, as Adrien looks at her like she’s the stars and the moon, and—is it really something new? Is it not how she looks at him as well?

She dares a spark of hope, but she’s too busy enjoying the moment—being content—to really think about it or be disappointed that nothing really happens. There’s no dip and kiss at the end, there’s no dramatic confession following their clumsy attempt at being dramatic dancers.

The night is young until it isn’t, and when they go for a final round of photos after most students have already left it’s just their group again. Marinette’s feet hurt, and her cheeks hurt, but she’s happy.

She picks up a headband with antennae on top and hands Adrien one with cat ears—a subtle nod at everything they’re hiding, just for them to see and remember.

He’s holding a thin stick with a message to his chest, so close to him, she can’t see what it’s written on it, but she smiles. He returns the smile as he takes the prop from her and puts it on his head with a mischievous excitedness she simply loves.

She sets up the machine, and takes a quick look at Adrien on the screen. The countdown has already started, but he’s not looking at her, he’s looking at the message with a thoughtful expression.

She doesn't think much of it, until she’s next to him, eyes still glued to the screen, and the message is turned around for her to finally see.

It’s reversed, on the screen. Seen in the mirror. But she could read those words upside down and in a hundred languages and still know what they mean.

The count is down to one. She hears the snap of the photo, but everything is already lost to her. It’s only Adrien and the Comic Sans “I love you” he holds with a nervous expression, and his eyes—on her, only ever on her.

That first photo catches her with an open mouth and wide eyes. The second, has Adrien handing her the message—clumsily, somehow still unsure, as if she hasn’t been dreaming of that for the past too many years. The third—the third shows her with her hands on his cheeks and their eyes locked together carrying a conversation only they can understand.

And the last, gloriously big, bigger than all other three, with a fancy generic message at the bottom to remind them it’s from their prom and nowhere else—the last shows them finally, finally kissing.

4. Let’s Get Married

There are icy webs covering the locks on Pont des Arts, and stray snowflakes lingering on them when the wind doesn’t blow.

Adrien catches a picture of her looking at one before she even has the time to register what he’s doing.

His laughter fills the air with warmth when she raises her polaroid to take one of him as well.

He puts the photos safely in a bag he always carries for these dates and goes to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

The kiss was only half an excuse to get close enough to ask quietly, “Is he still there?”

A quick glance over his shoulder gives her the answer. He is. He’s barely trying to be sneaky anymore.

The man has been following them for the better part of their date—clumsily, probably a beginner, still eager for the easy money that came with intruding in a celebrity’s personal life.

After they first noticed him, they tried ignoring him.They’re not doing anything interesting, just taking photos the same way they do every month on photo-dates which have long since become tradition. But the man is persistent.

So Marinette nods and Adrien catches her hand in his with a resigned sigh. “I’m starting to doubt he’ll get bored of us.”

“You’d think he would after watching two people walk around and take pictures of random things for an hour.”

He pouts at her. “I only took pictures of you! Please, give me some credit.”

“Always, Chaton. But you should really slow down or we’ll need to buy another album before spring is even here.”

“Can’t help it when you’re the most beautiful person to walk the earth,” he says, squeezing her hand and going for a quick peck.

Eyes half lidded, she doesn’t give up. “You see me everyday.”

“And every day I thank God for that.”

The kiss they share is a proper one this time, sweet and warm, though still much too quick. For a second, they’re silent after.

“I can't wait until you’re the first thing I see in the morning,” Adrien finally says.

She can’t either, but she can’t help teasing him either way. “Bleary eyes, and morning breath, and all?”

“And messy hair and the most gorgeous eyes, yes,” he responds, giving her a wink.

She sees the moment he gets the idea. He squints the slightest bit as his eyes gleam with more mischievousness rather than love and blissfulness.

“I think I know how to deal with our stalker.”

“He does not need to know we’re moving in together.”

He laughs, because it’s absurd but because it’s still a bit surreal too. They’re doing it. They’re moving in together.

“I mean, that would work too,” he says, still chuckling. “But that’s not what I had in mind.”

She quirks an eyebrow. There’s an extremely simple solution to this, and she still feels obligated to say it—just for the sake of it, really.

“We could just continue our walk, get into the bakery like we planned and get it over with quietly.”

But.

“But where’s the fun in that, princess.”

After all, birds of a feather flock together.

So she moves her head with a curious little shake and waits for him to voice his idea. He doesn’t disappoint.

“We could give them the real big news.”

She squints her eyes. “Not even all of our friends know yet.”

“We better get around to telling everyone faster, then. The photos would take at least until tomorrow to come out though.”

And then, with his most Chat Noir smirk, he lands the killing blow. “I can make it look like an accident.”

It’s her turn to laugh.

“I’m not even wearing gloves, he might have already seen the ring.”

“I think he needs to be hand-held into taking his precious picture,” he says, raising her left hand ever so slightly and asking for permission with his eyes.

She can’t help the giddy smile on her face—she’s been wearing it almost constantly for the entire two days they’ve been engaged.

Marinette briefly entertains the idea of being responsible, but she’s too happy to think rationally. She wants to shout her happiness to the whole world, she wants to talk about his love for hours on end, she wants everyone to know, and even though they’d discussed keeping their engagement a secret, they knew they couldn’t escape it getting out with how much people still fawned over Adrien.

So she lets him raise her hand further, bringing it to his lips in a cheeky kiss that still fills her with all the warmth in the world.

Maybe the paparazzo misses that too, but they stop paying attention to him, and in the twenty minutes left until they’re back to her house, they change the subject altogether. Talking about their future wedding is much better after all.

And when, properly zoomed in and dramatically showcased, the picture of Adrien kissing her hand—her ring—makes the front page of a gossip rag the very next day, their wedding becomes the talk of a lot more people.

5. Stardust

As the confetti explodes in the air around them and the fireworks in the cake light up their faces, Marinette feels so overwhelmed with happiness she could cry.

After a year of talking, and planning, and preparing, she and Adrien are married.

Adrien’s eyes are already on her when she turns her head to him, his gaze already soft and even more loving than usual. The fireworks bring to life a spark that was always there but which now everyone can see, not just him, not just her.

Their glasses clink as they toast, and the people cheer.

They’re on top of the world.

She’s having the time of her life.

Though her feet ache, Marinette is still reluctant to take a break and just sit down.

She goes outside instead, and even though she’s not exactly inconspicuous, she’s still able to steal a moment for herself on the furthest edge of the pool outside of their venue.

She watches the fairy lights hanging above, glimmering in the still water below.

The summer night is still warm, but there are few people enjoying it. Most of the guests that haven’t left for the night yet are inside, taking advantage of the remaining moments of music and fun.

The night is beautiful, but the end of the party is looming in the calmer atmosphere and the music that only faintly reaches outside anymore.

Arms crossed lightly to her chest and eyes focused on the lights, she doesn’t notice Adrien until he gives himself away.

The telltale click of his old Polaroid going off startles her—and has her smiling.

“You’re a sight to behold, My Lady,” he says, catching the photo coming out of the camera with practiced ease and slipping it into his vest’s pocket before it even starts showing.

His sleeves are rolled up his forearms and his tie has long since been abandoned on the back of his chair. He’s glorious.

“That’s the pot calling the kettle back, Chaton.”

She lifts up the camera hanging from his neck and turns to put it away on a lounge chair nearby.

They gravitate towards each other like they always do, her arms around his neck and his around her waist the second she’s back, all the space between them lost as they embrace.

The music inside is a boppy tune from before they were even born, but it’s music, and that’s all Adrien needs to start swaying gently, with small movements of his feet that Marinette has no trouble following despite her tiredness.

They’re in their own little bubble, and Marinette wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Tired, Bugaboo?” he asks after a minute or two of rocking away in silence.

Her only response is a neutral ‘mm’, but she tears herself away from him to see him better.

The proximity makes her catch a stray sparkle in his hair and whatever she wants to say is forgotten as she focuses on that instead.

“There’s confetti in your hair,” she realizes with a chuckle.

“There is?”

She hums a confirmation, but doesn’t make any move to take it away, and neither does he. “Stardust,” she says, eyes drifting back to his.

So the confetti stays, and they keep swaying, gentle smile brightening his face more than the fairy lights.

“Maybe we should go back in,” he says after a while.

She only gets back closer and grumbles, “Too tired.”

But he picks her up with years of practice in sweeping her off her feet, and startles a squeak out of her—and a giggle.

“People will think we’ve left.”

“People can see to their dances and leave us alone for a second,” she mumbles, arms tightening around his neck, but as he starts walking back towards the venue, she gets a better idea.

Tearing herself away from his warmth for the slightest bit, she finds the confetti and takes it away. “Stardust privileges revoked,” she says, trying to tease him.

She could never beat the master.

“Only if you left me,” he whispers, the corner of his mouth going up. And rubbing his nose to hers, he puts her back down.

Later that week, Alya sends Marinette a picture with no context and no caption. It shows her beside the pool, but in the background, Adrien is carrying Marinette, faces close together and noses touching.

+1. Fireflies

Marinette looks at the muffins on the cupboard with a frown and a hand on her hip.

She’d overestimated how much vanilla they had in their kitchen.

She calls for Adrien, hoping he’d go on a shopping trip as impromptu as her baking, but there’s no response.

It doesn’t take her long to find him, but the sight she’s met with stuns her.

There are pictures everywhere, scattered on the floor and in open albums thrown carelessly around Hugo’s room, with Adrien, Hugo and Emma in the middle of their mess, completely absorbed by the stories in front of them.

Their old cameras are there too—on Hugo’s desk, proud, but dusty. It’s been so long since she’s seen them—since they’d touched them.

She couldn't even remember when they’d put them in the attic—she couldn’t even imagine what prompted Adrien to bring them down.

Her family beckon her to them when they notice her, and she decides her muffins can wait.

The realization that they let go of this hobby is bitter. They used to go out regularly for photo dates, they have so many photos they don’t even know what to do with all of them, the memories are sweet.

There are even still unopened boxes of film beside them—all expired.

As she goes back to the kitchen with Adrien in tow, she gives voice to her thoughts; the idea of buying more film and picking their polaroids up again is thrown around, although more as an abstract thing.

But soon enough, as she’s covering the muffins in whipped cream instead of the vanilla neither of them felt like buying, and Adrien stealing muffins like there’s no tomorrow, the telltale shutter of a polaroid makes them realize how much they’ve truly missed it.

Hugo, ever the spitting image of his mother, stands there with the camera in hand and his father’s grin on his face, his sister just a step behind him with the other Polaroid in tow.

“I wanted to see if they’re still working,” he says, and they’re curious too.

They fill the time needed until the photo finally shows with muffin tasting and banter, but Marinette can’t help stealing glances at the film far too often.

The final picture is tinted yellow and has black stains around the upper edges. But there they are, her and Adrien in all their glory, being as in love as they’d been as kids.

Over her shoulder, Adrien lets out a chuckle.

The next day he’s home with a bunch of new boxes of film and an excited grin on his lips.

#five time #polaroids #getting together #aged up #prom #wedding #future kids #fluff #FLUFF ALL AROUND #inspired by music #marriage proposal #slow dancing #pre-reveal #post-reveal #prpr #“my fics”#“fanfic”#miraculous ladybug

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fairyqueentitana · 1 year

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Let's talk about The Miraculous Adventures of Ladybug and Chat Noir aka Miraculous Ladybug

Hey guys I'm back and ready to rant! So many of us have heard of or watched Miraculous Ladybug and based on the numerous fanfictions I would on AO3, Wattpad and the like I know it's popular.

For those who haven't watched or heard of it, the story follows two teenagers Marinette Dupain Cheng (ladybug) and Adrien Agreste (Chat Noir). Essentially both teens save an old man who is the guardian of jewels called the miraculous that give you magical powers and companions. Hence, he chooses them to be the new heroes in order to hopefully regain a stolen miraculous that is being used for evil.

Marinette is a stalker: I know we love her very much but am I the only one creeped out by her obsession with Adrien. She got his schedule without his permission and used it. She occasionally follows him and has his face plastered everywhere for at least three seasons. What is worse about this is that all the girls in her class encourage this creepy and obsessive behaviour and make plans I understand that they are young but no, I felt sick every time I scene showing her obsession came up. In addition, her parents see her room and laugh about it, and her kwami (magical creatures linked to the miraculous) Tikki seems to encourage her on occasion. WHY HASN'T THIS BEEN ADDRESSED!

Gabriel Agreste is an abusive parent: Abuse does not have to be physical. Mr Agreste is emotionally neglectful and abusive while also being incredibly controlling and manipulative. Even his attempt to shelter his son raises some eyebrows. This man never buys his son an actual gift, he only hugs him 1-3 times in the show and attempts to stop him from watching his mother's work. In addition to that, I get being an over-protective parent but his deal with Lila sickens me. His control over his son's likes and dislikes and hobbies borders beyond parenting. If you are a good parent your child should be able to confined in you, ask questions and have conversations. Good parents can be proactive but accepting. The man is so busy being a supervillain he doesn't even recognise that he is no longer being accepted as a true parent. He makes Adrien almost submissive to him in a way like a robot to never rebel, ask questions or differ from what Gabriel wants.

Adrien Agreste is a pushover who occasionally has his moments but he is very flawed: Being raised in a household run by Gabriel Agreste makes Adrien likely to not address an issue no matter who it harms. In the Lila situation, all he had to do was back Marinette up, all he had to do was pull Alya and Nino aside and tell them what happened instead he says take the high road what high road she is LYING THROUGH HER TEETH TO OUR FRIENDS! When he does stand up for his friends outside of the suit he does it well and honestly with a lot of truth and it's commendable. However, for someone that is a hero, he is out here being selfish at the worst times. How he reacted to the Identity of the Guardian of the mIraculous and what he did during the Akuma attack was incredibly selfish. His behaviour with Chloe. That girl is a bully yet he scolds those who have been victims for being happy when she is not around. If I was Marinette I would have side-eyed him so hard.

4. They had no training and Master Fu was cool with this: He sent children out to battle an adult with no training whatsoever. WHY!! They could have gotten killed or just given up to Hawkmoth.

5. Miss Bustier is an enabler: This statement needs no explanation if you know you know.

6. Where does she get the time: Marinette is a designer yet we are reminded of this every now and then and she is the youngest in their class. Most of Marinette's creations are wonderful, so each one is carefully crafted and promoted out of the box. She is class president and helps at her parent's bakery all while managing her superhero persona and her grades which is why I have to ask IS SHE SLEEPING? The same goes for Adrien as well they both balance so much I'm shocked there is not an episode where they both just lose it and verbally annihilate Hawkmoth. Personally, if that were me I would be so mad and Hawkmoth would feel my wrath.

7. Jagged Stone has Marinette design things for him and is close to her family why isn't she more famous? I'm leaving this to be analyzed and explained to me cause frankly I would like an explanation. 8. Marinette's lack of ability to speak Mandarin makes sense to me but some other things bother me. I understand that a lot of teenagers and young adults grow up in a home with a parent who speaks a foreign language and never learns the language but learns their culture. Marinette's Chinese background is barely explored, one movie and a few episodes do not count as background. I want her in traditional wear from time to time. Yes, she lives in France but I find it a bit bothersome that she never really gets to explore deeper into it we know all about her French and Italian background shows more than her Chinese background.

There is so much more I wanted to say after really watching this show and I will tell you guys the truth. I am getting more and more annoyed with each new episode.

#marinette dupain cheng #miraculous adrien #adrien agreste #miraculous marinette #miraculous lb #miraculous fandom #gabriel agreste

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 1 year

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Moon Princess

ao3 ff.net

Hello everyone. I am grateful to be back! And I had to make sure to publish today because it's Selina's birthday! You're 20 now! And that is awesome! Elijah messaged me months in advance asking me to write you a birthday gift.

Technically I was originally going to write 3 fanfics and this was originally going to be an Avatar AU but…I am just happy I finished this today. After all the stuff I've been through in the past month in a half I finally lost my mind and wanted to lock myself in the room and write all day. I am happy to be back…

Actually, I apologize if this isn't my best work. I was trying hard to come up with something meaningful. Anyway Selina, Happy Birthday! I hope today was a good day.

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The many dramas that plagued high school life were something Luka Couffaine could live without. When petty drama with mean girls and abusive guys became too much, he tried to play beautiful dreamy music with his guitar or his violin. Anything to make high school less of a drag.

If it wasn't Chloe or Lila causing trouble and tormenting others, it was the bullying gangs starting violence. And if it wasn't either of those things, it was the on-again-off-again relationship between rich boy Adrien Agreste and the beautiful Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Their relationship was so obnoxious, and almost the entire school advocated for them, thinking they were the perfect couple. That they were "meant to be."

While Luka believed in love, something about this whole thing felt wrong. But arguing against this would be like arguing with a headstrong army of people who insisted something was true without considering why.

The other factor of this romantic mess was Luka couldn't ignore Marinette even if he tried. Because she was the most beautiful girl in the entire school, who belonged to Adrien.

Adrien was the "sunshine boy." His bright smile made all the girls swoon, and his beautiful blonde hair glowed in the sunlight. It was very obnoxious, but he lit up the room with his charisma and laughter.

Marinette was soft-spoken and sweet in comparison. She had beautiful silver eyes that rivaled the likes of the moon. Although that wasn't the most beautiful part of her to Luka. He remembered when he first heard her voice, and after that fateful day, she was the voice he would always focus on when she was around.

Luka couldn't help but make small talk with her until she seemed comfortable conversing with him often. She always said the kindest things and was very sincere, with an adorable smile and a soft blush.

Whenever Marinette met up with him, her saying, "Hi Luka!" was enough to make his heart song sing.

But Luka knew life wasn't always happy for her. Yes, she and Adrien had their highs. One time Adrien presented Marinette with a moonstone necklace that he said was for his beloved Moon Princess. And Marinette wore that moonstone necklace fondly while her friends noted what a wonderful boyfriend Adrien was giving her the most extravagant gifts.

But Marinette and Adrien also had plenty of lows. Sometimes Adrien would laugh and smile and enjoy his popularity. At the same time, Marinette would sit away from him and look a little melancholy. Other times they would have arguments during school, and surprisingly many students found that rather endearing.

Nino considered it a romantic drama that made things exciting, and Alya considered it all part of being connected by the red string of fate. That needless bickering was what made a true romance. But Luka couldn't help but silently disagree over such a tired romantic cliche.

They were on again and off again. When they were off again, Marinette would sit and wait for Adrien to inevitably return. Luka watched in silence as the entire school enjoyed the romantic drama.

On one of those days, when the girls encouraged Marinette that things would be better again, Luka played a romantic tune on his violin as he thought about the complications of romance. How it seemed so different than manufactured romance for television.

But regardless of how annoying toxic romance in media or dating culture was, there was something in Luka's heart that made him believe in a love so true, so he kept on playing the love song that resonated in his heart as some of his lovely classmates couldn't help but watch him play and comment on his romantic tune.

Luka was genuinely flattered, but he couldn't help but steal a glance at Marinette as she spent time with her friends, and to his surprise, she was staring at him this entire time. Luka smiled at her, and Marinette got flustered and looked away.

Luka felt more encouraged to continue playing a love song. His own feelings inspired the music that interrupted this obnoxious high school romance.

And on one day, after months of the same old high school drama. Luka had a fateful encounter with Adrien and Marinette in the hallway.

They had an argument that echoed in the hallway, and Luka hid in the corner to listen. But he couldn't pass off this argument as a typical romance this time. Their arguing was as serious as it could get, with nothing romantic about it.

"Fine, maybe we should just end it then!" Adrien cried.

"Gladly!" Marinette retorted.

Marinette's footsteps echoed in the hallway until Adrien spoke again.

"I am not running back to you like a needy cat, Marinette!"

Marinette groaned.

"I am done arguing Adrien!" She spat.

"So I want to say goodbye, for good!" She cried.

Luka looked over the corner and saw Marinette walking away from Adrien. This was no random romantic drama moment. This was finality. Luka wanted to run to her, but he knew he needed to turn in the other direction and let Marinette finish her own love story.

And also for her to decide where her story would lead next.

And after months of school drama, summer was coming again.

Luka and his friends wasted no time heading to the beach when the weather in France finally got warmer.

He was ready to practice surfing again and would wait until sunset for the best wave to ride. It wasn't just that he grew up on a boat, but he always felt close to the ocean. That could be why he dyed his hair blue and why people have noted that his eyes look like aquamarine.

Either way, Luka felt right at home in the cool ocean waves, and his patience paid off when a decent wave finally came around. All his friends cheered as he successfully surfed across the wave.

But he could've sworn he saw a familiar girl standing in the distance. He couldn't help but grin as he saw a girl with midnight blue pigtails. But this time, she was wearing a white sundress and a sunhat.

Marinette felt foolish watching Luka and his friends at a distance enjoying themselves at the beach. She tried to cover her face with her sunhat, but then she sighed and walked away from the beach.

She shouldn't have had to feel shy about trying to be friendly with Luka's friend group. Marinette was part of the most popular clique in high school when she dated Adrien. Still, she felt bad for being part of such a snooty, stuck-up clique when Luka and his friends were much kinder.

She was already regretting that silly on-again-off-again relationship enough, and now she regretted not talking to Luka more. They weren't really friends, although every time she spent with Luka, she felt something good inside of her.

Right now, she just couldn't find the courage to say hello to Luka and his friends, but she still wanted to spend time by the ocean. So when night fell and the full moon shined on the sea, she went to the beach alone.

She walked the soft sand and watched the waves push and pull while making the most relaxing noise. Marinette couldn't help but smile as she enjoyed how beautiful everything looked with the ocean meeting the moon. She was about to run into the water but soon realized she wasn't the only one on the beach.

Luka thought he was dreaming when he saw the beautiful girl on the beach alone. He only innocently stayed behind because he wanted to spend time on the beach at night. The blue-haired boy slowly approached her, but Marinette picked up on it. She gasped and turned to him while holding her arm up, but Luka stepped back and held out his hands.

"Sorry!" He cried. "I didn't mean to frighten you Marinette!"

Well, this was embarrassing to both of them. They were both alone on the beach, only in swimwear. Marinette would've buried herself in the sand, which would look more ridiculous. Although Luka was the kindest person she knew, so she lowered her guard.

"Oh, Luka…" She crossed her feet and held her hands behind her back. "I'm surprised to see you here."

Luka couldn't tell if this was a beautiful dream come true or a nightmare disguised as a beautiful dream as he tried to fight away the blush on his face.

"I should say the same thing about you Marinette. You shouldn't be here alone."

Marinette giggled slightly, which caught Luka off guard. She smiled at him, and she looked beautiful. Her pale skin, silver eyes, and midnight blue hair in the beautiful night.

"I wanted to spend time at the beach as well. There are so many fun things I can do after a breakup."

As the waves met the shore again, Marinette ran in the other direction for the water, leaving Luka stunned. She winked at him before rushing into the cool waves. She took a moment to swim into deeper water before turning over and floating on her back. Luka noticed how much she enjoyed herself, but then he saw a wave coming her way, and she yelped as that wave pulled her under.

"Marinette!"

Luka sprinted towards the water and dove in. But Marinette wasn't helpless as she floated back to the surface. She was still caught off guard by Luka scooping her up bridal style. Marinette's silver eyes shined for him, and she couldn't help but place her hand on his chest. Luka blushed and looked away, thinking about his quick decision.

"I just couldn't let anything happen to you," he put simply.

He was caught off guard by Marinette splashing him with water.

"Hey!" Luka cried.

Marinette merely smirked at him, but he had to admit, she was cute as hell.

"I would love to play with you Luka!"

Marinette jumped out of Luka's arms and continued to splash him. Luka spat out some salt water and walked over to Marinette as she giggled and swam away from him.

"Hey! You should know that you shouldn't underestimate me! I am a child of the ocean!"

And something about that pleased Marinette. She had the most genuine fun in ages having a water fight with Luka.

And days later, Luka invited Marinette to spend time with his friends. She still felt nervous, but Luka smiled and offered his hand, which Marinette gleefully took.

She was captivated as she sat with Luka's friends and watched Luka shred waves on a surfboard. She could watch him defy the waves for hours until the sun went down.

And sometimes, without telling anyone, Marinette and Luka would spend more time on the beach in the moonlight. As much as their friends thought they looked cute together and Marinette felt she was facing deja vu, the time they spent alone on the beach was precious to them.

And Marinette had the crazy idea of sleeping on a beach towel next to Luka as they listened to the waves. She covered herself with another beach towel and smiled as Luka lay beside her. He took a moment to tenderly stroke her cheek before moving her lips to her ear.

"I'll be sure to wake you up," he whispered.

Marinette's silver eyes sparkled for him in a way he never saw before. Luka felt breathless as Marinette ran her fingers through Luka's blue hair. She loved how beautiful his blue hair looked after a long day of swimming. Marinette looked deeply into his ocean-blue eyes, knowing she could get lost in his eyes for hours. Both wanted to live in this moment for as long as they could.

"I think I may be in love with you," Marinette whispered. "Like, truly…"

Luka gasped as his face warmed up. Marinette smiled at him warmly as she moved her lips closer to him. She stopped for a moment, wondering if maybe he wasn't interested. But he moved closer to her, and Marinette was in awe from the warm look in Luka's blue eyes telling her he wanted this. And then their lips met quickly like natural attraction. The two of them made out as Luka ran his fingers through Marinette's midnight-blue hair, and Marinette ran her fingers through Luka's ocean-blue hair.

Earlier that evening, when Luka wasn't looking, Marinette drew a heart in the sand with their initials. Marinette's declaration of love was undisturbed by the waves. Instead, the ocean waves brought a beautiful white moon shell to shore.

Marinette and Luka slept soundly on beach towels as they touched hands.

Luka felt like the luckiest guy alive to have the beautiful girl with silver eyes gravitate toward him. But Marinette felt fortunate to be falling for a beautiful boy whose love and compassion was as deep as the ocean.

~~~~~

Alright, so I am going to talk about how this was originally going to be an Avatar AU. I remember when Selina and I talked and we both agreed if there is one Avatar ship that is similar to Lukanette…It's Sokka and Yue. I wanted to write ocean and moon symbolism for Luka and Marinette because I remember learning that yin and yang isn't direct opposites like fire and ice or creation and destruction, and also that yin and yang shouldn't just be used for romance but western culture keeps on botching yin and yang for shallow romances. Avatar explained it better that yin and yang is more so like the ocean and moon…Like Sokka and Yue.

I think it suits Marinette and Luka but that's just me…

Anyway, I thank Selina for being such a great friend. I wish I could give you more than just this, but I worked my fingers to the bone.

If anything I am going to continue The Melody of your Heart…So I hope you are excited about that.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I will see all of you later!

#lukanette #pro lukamari #my writing #my fanfiction

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Pre-reveal post-relationship Adrienette headcanons (because now I feel Adrienette is rising)

a. 1. In the beginning (when they're just starting out on dates, but still they're not an 'officially' couple), Marinette still occasionally stammers while communication with Adrien. She confides to him it's because of her self-doubt.

Adrien is usually very gentle with her at such moments. He is waiting for her to get herself together and be able to say what she wants to.

However now he doesn't take Marinette's words as jokes or nonsense

so this provokes something like that:

Mari: This is my husband, Adrien… I mean, he's my d-d-date. I mean, we were on a date…almost…

Adrien: She means I'm her future husband.

a. 2. Adrien hesitates to tell her about his love, because the boy's afraid she's still not ready (yes, he doesn't know the full story). So he often talks about it in Chinese and in whispers. And it was one of this confessions dropped by accident 'I definitely love this girl'. It was at the bakery. And, of course, Sabine heard him!

b. On first dates, Marinette obviously was trying to hold back her 'awkward' motions and lively gestures, because she was afraid of seeming ridiculous. Adrien noticed this and asked her just to be herself. Then he told her how much he loved the way Marinette made him laugh and how it reminded him of precious moments with his mom.

c. Adrien enjoys being at Marinette's home. It's a very cozy place for him. At their first dinner together with the Dupain-Cheng family, Adrien, Sabine and Tom discussed what part of Marinette (and her personality) they consider as the most adorable (poor Mari blushes so much).

d. Marinette doesn't really like spending time at the Agreste mantion, because it seems to her very cold and not at all like home. In addition, Gabriel almost doesn't allow Adrien to bring home his classmates. The boy understands this and decides to show a 'warm place' in his house — the garden. A teen couple very often have picnics there and Adrien sometimes talks about what the mansion was like before Emilie gone.

e. Marinette is not afraid to argue with Gabriel and she's always protective of her boyfriend. This gives Adrien strength to defend his position during conversations with father.

f. Adrien isn't shy about expressing his feelings for Marinette, he arranges really great dates and big surprises (*cough*…the boat date…*cough*).

While Marinette likes to make tiny gifts for him. She brings him pastries, makes jewelry and small pieces of clothing.

g. Marinette will no doubt take Chinese lessons from Adrien.

h. Adrien adores Marinette's video calls, they do their homework together and he enjoys watching her sew.

i. Ultimate Mecha Strike III matches at all times and in all places!!!

#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous ladybug #mlb #adrien agreste #mlb headcanon #adrienette #adrienette headcanon #adrienette sugar #marinette dupain cheng

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goldenlaurelleaveswrites · 2 years

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Chords and Courtship ch 9

In the Rain

(In the Rain with rain sounds)

Chords and Courtship (AO3)

Look, I know this song is technically a love square song, but here's the thing; I love this piece of music because it is beautiful, and canon can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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“Alya…”

“Come on, Marinette! Nino is expecting us! And if we don’t hurry up, we’ll be late.”

“But-“

“Marinette,” Alya sighed, turning back to face her, “we can’t keep Nino waiting.” And Adrien. Alya hadn’t said that part, but it was there. Tacked on silently to the end of the sentence.

“But Alya, there’s a storm coming-“

“Which is why we need to hurry!” Alya exclaimed before turning on her heel once again and setting off. Hauling her along with her.

She still didn’t understand why Alya had to go see Nino so urgently. Or why she had to be dragged along. Quite literally. She sighed and hurried to match Alya’s pace so that her friend would stop tugging so incessantly on her arm.

As they passed through the meadows, she cast a wary glance at the sky. Dark and ominous clouds loomed in the distance. Creeping ever closer. Already, the air was thick and muggy. A sure sign of a storm. One that, if the clouds were any indication, would be quite nasty.

She looked longingly back over her shoulder in the direction of the village, though it was long out of sight now. Why did Nino need to see Alya so urgently? Or… her thoughts turned as dark as the clouds as she turned her gaze back to Alya. Did Nino even need to see Alya? Was this just another ruse? Another scheme?

She stopped short, jerking Alya to a halt with her.

“Marinette?” Alya turned to look back at her again. “What are you doing?”

“Why does Nino need to see you?”

Alya rolled her eyes. “I told you, it’s to do with the wedding.” Before she could press any further, Alya continued. “And as my maid of honour, I need you to be there.” With that, Alya proceeded on.

She bit back her retort, allowing herself instead to be dragged along. It could very well be that Nino did want to speak to Alya about their wedding. And it would make sense if he wanted to do it at Adrien’s home, as Adrien was his best man. And it was where the wedding breakfast would be held.

But part of her didn’t believe Alya. A large part of her. She hated that part of her that couldn’t quite trust what her friend was saying was true.

But how many times had Alya told her one thing, only to lure her into an Adrien scheme?

She didn’t want to think about the number.

Alya cast a quick glance up at the darkening skies and picked up her pace. She had to almost jog to keep up. Hopefully, the details wouldn’t take too long to sort out; she hoped to be home before the rain started. There was nothing quite like curling up with her sketchbook and daydreams on a rainy day.

Especially when her daydreams were brimming with music and blue eyes...

Finally, the Agreste manor came into view. By the time they were at the gates, she was out of breath from the long walk and their brisk pace. She had had much further to go than Alya had. Alya lived closer to the edge of the village than she did, and the Agreste manor was quite a ways from the village as it was. Still within walking distance, but far enough to discourage any unwelcome visitors from dropping by.

Alya tugged on the bell pull, and the sound of the chime echoed from within the home. As they stood waiting on the step, she swallowed the hard lump that had formed in her throat. It travelled uncomfortably down her throat to her stomach, where it settled like a lead weight.

And then the door opened. Mme. Sancoeur looked down at them with a sour expression. “Mlle. Cesaire, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng… How unexpected-“

“They weren’t unexpected, Nathalie!” Adrien appeared in view, beaming at them with a sunny smile and a flash of gold hair. “I had left you a note. Nino needed to discuss a few details about his wedding.”

“I see,” she said curtly before opening the door wider to let them in.

“Come in, both of you! You’re lucky you made it before the rain; it looks like it will be quite the storm!”

***

She bit back her huff, letting her frustration instead escape as a sigh as she shifted in her seat. Her eyes flickered to the timepiece on the sideboard. She tore her gaze away from the clock in a half-hearted attempt to turn her attention back to Nino, pointedly ignoring Alya’s expectant look. In her lap, her hands twisted at her skirts.

Somehow, only two minutes had passed since she had last looked.

There had been only matters—small details truly—that Nino and Alya had needed to discuss that she and Adrien had needed to be there for. And it had been obvious—painfully obvious in Nino’s case—that they had been trying to stretch the discussion of those details as long as they could. The details had been important. But hardly urgent as Alya had led her to believe. And they certainly had not warranted such exhausting discussion.

Even when those details had been thoroughly settled, they had still drawn out the conversation. Flitting from one subject to another to keep the conversation alive with all the subtlety of a pair of bugles.

And with every passing minute, her impatience had grown.

She wanted to go home; she would have left earlier- she had tried multiple times. But Alya and Nino always managed to rope her back into the conversation—no matter how trivial the topic was—to the point it would be impolite for her to leave. There was no real purpose in prolonging the visit beyond an excuse for her to be in the same room as Adrien. At least, none she could see. But that could have been done at any time.

Which only confirmed her earlier suspicions.

This had been a scheme of some kind...

The glass in the windows of the sitting room suddenly rattled, buffeted by strong winds and loud enough to make them all turn. It was dark outside, even for early evening. The rain hadn’t started. Yet. But it looked like it would any moment.

Adrien stood and crossed the room to peer out the window. “It looks dreadful out there.”

The rumble of thunder made her stomach drop.

It hadn’t just been a scheme…

“Alya, you and Marinette walked, didn’t you?”

“Yes, we did.” Alya’s casual tone did not match her sly and triumphant smile.

It had been a trap.

Alya’s smile settled into a polite one as Adrien turned back to face the rest of them as.“You two shouldn’t be walking home with such a storm coming. You should wait it out here."

Her heart twisted sharply in her chest. How could she have been so foolish? How could she have not foreseen this? Especially with the way Alya had been… Alya was supposed to be her friend! How could she… Something hot and cold and thoroughly unpleasant flared through her.

"Thank you, Adrien. I think that is an excellent idea. Hopefully, the way home will not be too sodden by the time it passes. Though I do wonder when the storm will pass..." Alya mused with calculated innocence.

No. She knew where Alya was heading with that…

The room was suddenly suffocating.

Adrien glanced out the window again, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Perhaps you should stay the night," Alya's eyes flashed in triumph before Adrien turned back to smile at them, "just to be safe- Marinette?“

She lurched to her feet, stumbling clumsily around the sofa table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nino and Alya both stand.

“Marinette, what are you doing?”

“I just remembered! My parents need me at home. They need my help. Urgent bakery work.” She glanced at the door to the sitting room; Alya was standing between her and it. She could see the beginnings of arguments and protests on her face.

“Marinette! You can’t-“

She turned on her heel. Brushing past Nino brusquely, she headed towards the doors that led out onto a small patio at the front of the house. She had forgotten her bonnet on the settee. But she couldn’t turn back now. She flinched away from the hand Adrien extended.

“Marinette! You can’t go out in this kind of weather!”

“Marinette,” Alya wheedled in that voice she always used when she tried to convince her to do something she really didn’t want to do. It was such an easy voice to crumble under. But she wouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

She darted past Adrien and flung open the doors. “I’ll be fine. I need to go.”

And then she fled.

The wind whipped at her hair and clothes, lashing her face as she struggled to push through its force. It seemed to be coming from every direction. It was just as well she had left her bonnet, it would have been lost to the merciless wind in an instant. But thankfully, the wind swallowed up the cries of protest from her… from Alya, Nino, and Adrien. As long as she didn’t turn around, and as long as they didn’t try to follow her and bring her back, she would be fine.

By the time she made it to the edge of the grounds of the Agreste estate, she knew she was in the clear. From them at any rate.

But she was barely at the top of one of the hills that lined the meadows surrounding the Agreste estate when the heavens opened.

The rain was cold and relentless. In a matter of seconds, her hair and clothes were completely soaked through and sticking to her uncomfortably. And the wind did little to help.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm herself and lamenting the short sleeves and lightweight fabric of her gown that had kept her cool in the heat but was now no match for the rain. Light arced through the sky, piercing the dark clouds with jagged streaks. Thunder rumbled through the air before the light had faded, echoing so strongly she felt it in her chest.

This was all she needed.

Why had she listened to Alya?

Why had she gone along with her?

Why had she believed her?

She slowed; there was no point in running. She was already soaked through. And the last thing she needed was to slip and twist her ankle and strand herself out in the middle of the storm.

With a storm of another kind brewing in her heart, she began to trudge across the meadow in the direction of home. She was shivering by the time she was barely halfway across the meadow, and she was still a long way from the warmth and sanctuary of home.

The rain pounded against the sodden ground as she went. Icy water trickled down her back. She could barely see a thing through the curtains of rain and her waterlogged hair. She tried to brush the water, and her sodden bangs, from her eyes.

When she looked back up, she blinked. She had thought she had seen… she scrubbed at her eyes. But when she looked back up, it was still there. A looming figure of… something coming towards her through the downpour. She squinted as the figure approached. The sheets of rain made it difficult to make out more than a vague figure, and it was next to impossible to hear anything over the wind and rain.

But the figure was definitely growing closer. And if she strained her ears, she could hear the sound of a steady pounding against the waterlogged ground.

And then suddenly, as if the curtains of rain had parted the figure emerged with clarity.

Her jaw almost dropped.

It was M. Couffaine. Riding the biggest horse she had ever seen before. She had thought Adrien’s horse was large... but if Adrien’s horse was big then M. Couffaine’s was the size of a barn. The towering horse was the colour of storm clouds and smoke, with hooves the size of dinner plates that were almost completely hidden under the shaggy fur on its legs.

He was almost on top of her, but somehow, he managed to stop his horse short so that he was almost right next to her. But she had to crane her neck just to look up into his face.

“Mlle. Dupain-Cheng! What are you doing out in this weather?”

Before she could even answer, he swung himself down from his horse with ease. He wasn’t wearing a riding hat, and she found herself wondering if he had lost it to the wind or if he had forgone one entirely. His dark hair was plastered to his head, much like her own was. But his eyes were twinkling.

Despite the freezing rain and wind, the light in his eyes sent heat flooding through her cheeks.

“I- I was on my way home when it started to rain.” She almost had to shout to be heard over the downpour. “Why are you out?”

“I was out riding, and I lost track of time-“ he stopped abruptly as she hugged her arms closer to shield herself from the wind. His cheeks and ears were suddenly flushing red. And then he was shrugging off his riding coat—made of deep cobalt wool that brought out his eyes—and holding it out to her. “Please, put this on. You must be freezing.”

Heat danced on her chilled skin at the gesture. “But what about you?”

“I will be fine. You need it more.”

She was about to protest that she was already soaked through and would only get the inside of the coat wet, but before she could, he had draped it over her shoulders. The weight and warmth of the wool settled on her shoulders, and her protests died in her throat. His eyes were burning with concern.

“Better?”

Mutely, she nodded as she tried to remember how to speak. “Y-yes. Thank you, M. Couffaine.”

Another flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed closely by a crack of thunder. His horse whinnied, rising partially up into a rear. But he tugged on the reins clasped in his hands, making soothing noises as he coaxed the horse back down and into a calmer state.

“I am sorry about that. He doesn’t care much for storms. And out in one like this, I can't say I do either.”

“It's alright. I should be heading home anyway-“

“The village is far. And the weather is getting worse.” He wasn’t wrong. The wind was howling, and the rain was coming down harder than before. She flinched as another fork of lightning cut through the darkness of the clouds. He cast a quick glance at his horse as the thunder boomed, his grip tightening on the reins. “Please,” he said, turning back to her, “wait out the storm at my home. It is much closer than the village, we can be there in a matter of minutes on horseback, and we shouldn’t be out in this weather-“

“I can’t!” she cried out, despite what her heart was screaming.

Disbelief coloured his face. “What? Why ever not?”

“My reputation. I can’t- if someone were to see me alone with…”

Realization dawned on his face. And then a playful, almost mischievous smile crept onto his face. One that did fluttery things to her stomach. “But you won’t be alone with me.”

“What? But…. But there’s no one else here…”

“Exactly. Well, that is, except for my sister, of course…”

“But…” there was no sign of Mlle. Couffaine anywhere.

As if reading her mind, he smiled reassuringly at her. “There’s no one else here,” he said gently, echoing her words. “Which means that should anyone ask, we simply tell them Juleka was out riding with me when we came across you on your way home.” She opened her mouth to protest but closed it again at the look in his eyes. “She will back up that story. Neither of us would ever forgive ourselves if you caught your death in this weather.”

“You would say that for my sake?”

“Of course, I would. I understand the importance of a lady’s reputation. And there is very little I would not be willing to do for you, mademoiselle.” Her knees wobbled at his words. “So please, will you allow me to escort you out of this weather?”

Unsure if she would be able to manage to form words, she nodded.

His smile wasn’t sunny. But it was brilliant and bright. Like crystals full of moonlight.

“Thank you.” He said it so softly, she wasn’t sure how he had made himself heard over the storm. But why would he be thanking her? “Here, I can help you up onto the saddle,” he said as he turned towards his horse, “you’ll just need to get a foot into the stirrup- I might have to adjust it so you can reach-“

Her heart stopped. She could feel her blood turning to ice as a vice squeezed around her chest. “I can’t!” she cried, screwing her eyes shut and hugging her arms close around her once again. Her nails bit into her palms as she added quietly, “I’m sorry.

“What? Why not?”

“I- I can’t ride a horse.”

“Oh. It’s quite easy, and you’ll be able to hold onto me, and Polaris is very-“

“No! I can’t! I- I- Alya thought it would be a good idea and- and I fell, and I can’t…” she squeezed her eyes shut tighter, trying to fight back the tears the memory had brought forth. But a few managed to leak out of the corners of her eyes, mingling with the raindrops rolling down her face. “I’m sorry- I- it’s fine. I can walk home- it’s and- I’ll be fine. I’m sorry for the trouble,” she started to shrug off the borrowed coat when his voice stopped her.

“Then we will walk.”

Her eyes flew open. He had turned back to face her; the look on his face held nothing but reassurance and understanding. And his hand was outstretched, hovering in the space between them.

She stared at his outstretched hand; it was impossible to tell if her mind was racing or if her thoughts were forming too slowly. She blinked at his gloved palm as she pulled his riding coat closer around her.

The rain continued to pelt down on them. His clothes were soaked through now that he no longer had his coat. The rain was freezing; even with the warmth of the borrowed coat, she was cold. Surely, he had to be as well.

She needed to move, to say something. Already she had left him waiting for a response for too long. The flames of embarrassment in her cheeks grew hotter, scorching against the cold water. She needed to do something.

But the world was turning so slowly.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his.

The burning in her cheeks melted to a far more pleasant warmth. He was staring at her with nothing but softness in his eyes. And the most gentle smile she had ever seen.

Her heart fluttered in its racing.

There wasn’t a trace of impatience. Or exasperation or discomfort at being soaked through. Just that look… It wasn’t the bold and charming smile of a prince like in the fairytales. It wasn’t the confident and beguiling smile of the handsome swashbucklers in the novels Alya liked to read.

It was…

Hesitantly, she reached out her hand. Pausing when her hand was hovering just over his. The world turned bright with white light as lightning forked across the sky; her breath caught in her throat.

She stared up at him as she placed her hand in his. The rumbling boom of thunder filled in the silence where her heart skipped a beat.

“Luka- I- thank you…”

His hand was warm against hers. And that warmth filled her veins as he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm.

His velvet voice was softer than starlight. “There is no need to thank me, Marinette.”

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References (as always, I'm not aiming for historical accuracy 😉)

Regency Weddings:

https://sharonlathanauthor.com/regency-marriage-the-ceremony/ https://englishhistoryauthors.blogspot.com/2016/11/short-simple-and-to-point-regency.html?m=1

Regency furniture (because I couldn't remember if they called them coffee tables or not and apparently that particular detail was of the utmost importance to first draft editing Laurel 😆) https://www.louisebooyens.com/post/regency-interiors

#chords and courtship #regency au #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #pro lukamari #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #minor alya salt

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