Ladynoir July 2023 is almost here! We are very excited for this year’s event and hope you all are ready to create some content since we are missing it in canon right now! Super huge thanks again to one of our mods @chocoluckchipz for making this amazing calendar (with some assist from @ladyofthenoodle)!
The Ladynoir July discord server came up with and voted on this year’s prompts. If you would like to be part of the prompt selection process in the future, or if you just want to hang out in a quiet, salt-free server that loves Ladynoir, feel free to reach out for an invite in DMs.
To participate in this event, use the prompts (also written out below the cut) during the month of July to create art, fic, gifs, music, cosplay, anything you want! Just be sure to @ this blog and use the tag #ladynoirjuly2023. You do not have to do the prompts in order, nor do you have to do all of them. Do as many or as few as you’d like, and, most importantly, don’t forget to have fun!
That being said, please keep in mind a few rules:
1. This is a salt-free event. Please keep all of your submissions free of heavy critique/bashing of the show/characters/ships.
2. Please keep your submissions centred around Ladynoir. You may include other corners of the Lovesquare, but the majority of the work should be revolving around Ladynoir.
3. This event is open to people of all ages. NSFW submissions are allowed, but please put them under a Read More and tag appropriately.
4. Have fun!
Works that do not adhere to these rules will not be reblogged.
If your work hasn’t been reblogged within 48 hours, please, check if you’ve mentioned this blog in your post ( @ladynoirjuly ) AND tagged your work with #ladynoirjuly2023. If everything is in order but your work was still not reblogged, please, reach out to the mod team. We’ll do our bests not to miss anyone, but sometimes things slip through.
We can’t wait to see what you all come up with this year!
Wedding Bells
Emergency Contact
Truth or Dare
Cards
Shooting Stars
That Costume Suits You
My Boyfriend vs Your Girlfriend
In Another Life
I Lied
Trust Fall
Don’t Let Go
Trapped
In the Dark
Lingering Touch
Shared Dreams
Rewrite the Stars
Roses
Sunrise
Vigilante
Undercover
Masquerade
Entangled
If I Never Saw You Again
Out of Time
In the Rain
Oh… oh.
Name
You Still Have Me
Back to Back
Against the World
In Every Universe
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summary:
Chat Noir and his lady play a game of cards; both their Miraculous go to the winner.
Written for Ladynoir July - Prompt 4 “Cards”
excerpt:
“My lady,” he said, his heart tight in his throat. “I don’t want to fight you.”
Her voice was soft as she replied, “I don’t want to fight you either.”
She sat down then, cross-legged on the concrete, and looked up at him with mild blue eyes. Like this was just another end to another patrol. Just another sunset, just another game, just another excuse to spend just another moment with her.
“Sit,” she said, sweeping her hand over the cement before her, her smile smooth like the glossy surface of the cards she passed between her palms. “I’ll explain everything, I promise.”
written for @ladynoirjuly 2023 Prompt 4 "Cards"
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The Things Ladybug Does For Paris
This is a little early for day 14 of @ladynoirjuly but I saw this post by @chatonnoir and could not resist. on ao3 here.
There was little that Ladybug wouldn’t do for her city. She puts her life on the line nearly every day, sacrificing her time and energy to keep the people of Paris safe. Compared to that, this was nothing.
“Let me get this straight,” Chat says from his spot on the roof, stirring one of the iced coffees he’d brought for his patrol. “In order to bring down akumatization rates, we need to go on a date.”
Ladybug shakes her head. “Not a date. We need to date,” she corrects. Chat looks confused, so she tries to explain it differently. “As in, be boyfriend and girlfriend. And go on dates. With each other.”
He sits up, his hands clasped as he takes in her words. “So we’d be together. A couple.”
“Exactly! But it’s all fake, of course,” she clarifies. “We wouldn’t actually be together. It’s all pretend.”
“Huh,” is all he says.
“Trust me, I’m not thrilled about this either,” she continues, “but it’s for the good of the city. Did you see that Instagram poll? Nearly everyone in Paris ships us.”
“Nearly everyone?”
“There are a few Renanoir shippers,” Ladybug says with distaste. “I don’t understand why; Rena Rouge is clearly in love with Carapace.” Chat nods. “The point is, the majority ships Ladynoir, and seeing us together would make them happy. We really don’t have any other choice but to fake date. How else will we keep akumatizations down.” She sighs. “I know this is a lot to ask, and you might not want to—”
“Let’s do it,” Chat interrupts. She stares at him, and his cheeks turn red. “I mean, if fake dating is the only way,” he shrugs, “I see no issue.”
Her face breaks into a smile. “Thanks, Chaton! You’re the best!” Without warning, she kisses him on the cheek before swinging off, not bothering to look back. Her smile doesn’t falter for the rest of the night.
Really, the things she did for Paris.
The next time they patrol, Chat feels on edge. Ladybug hasn’t mentioned what they talked about last time, and he’s starting to wonder if it was a dream after all. Everything proceeds as normal. They do their route, taking pictures with anyone who manages to wave them down and helping anyone who needs it. Near the end, Ladybug challenges him to a race.
They reach the Eiffel Tower at about the same time. Ladybug says she won, and Chat doesn’t argue—mostly because he’s out of breath.
When he finally manages to calm his racing heart, Ladybug says, “We should hold hands.”
Just like that, his progress is ruined, and he feels like he’s run across the city for a second time. “Fake hold hands?” he asks; he needs clarification. Otherwise, he’d get his hopes up, and he couldn’t have that. If he thought for a second that any part of this arrangement was real, it would ruin everything.
“Yeah,” Ladybug says, and his heart deflates. “Fake hold hands. If we want people to believe we’re a couple, we have to look like one.”
He can’t find any fault with her logic, so he reaches his hand out. She takes it, and their fingers entwine, and Chat nearly stops breathing.
Before he knew it, they were leaning against each other. There was just the right amount of something between them. Something about the way her head rested on his shoulder. Something about how he looked down at her with a soft expression on his face. Something about the blush that dusted her cheeks. Something that was a little more than platonic.
Ladybug was right; they do look like a couple right now.
He doesn’t point out that there’s no one around to see it.
Ladybug doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong. She and Chat have been (fake) dating for a few weeks now, but nothing has changed in terms of akumas. They went out on dates, cuddled after patrols, held hands, and brought each other flowers—all the things couples typically did. So what were they missing?
The question weighed on her mind all day. So much so that focusing in class became impossible, and concentrating on akuma attack later even less so.
“You okay, my lady?” Chat asks after she purifies the butterfly. “You seemed off today.”
She studies his face, the way his eyebrows crease beneath the mask. The concern in his voice, the tenderness in his eyes. The way the corners of his mouth tug downward.
“We should kiss,” she blurts.
Chat made a sound that could only be described as a squeak. In a slightly strangled voice, he asks, “What?”
“T-to sell the relationship,” Ladybug explains quickly, trying to convince herself him. “We should kiss.”
This only caused his frown to deepen slightly. “You sure?” he asks, even as he glances down at her lips.
“Yes,” she breathes out, subconsciously moving closer to him. She tries to ignore how fast her heart is beating and how dry her mouth feels. She shouldn’t be this nervous. It’s not like it’s real. It’s for the good of the city. Right?
There’s a moment, right before their lips touch, where she thinks maybe she isn’t so sure. A moment where her breath hitches, and she can feel the warmth radiating off his skin. She wonders if this is the wrong move. She wonders why she’s doing it in the first place.
But then his mouth is on hers, and she’s never felt more sure of anything in her life.
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