#maribee fanfiction
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Marinette is wearing a flower in her hair and bee!Chloé cant control herself for the Marichat tropes.
im glad that maribee!marichat tropes are becoming a thing :P
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“Okay, so it says I need to get a package of puff pastry.”
Marinette snorted and spoke with her mouth full. “Strike one. Store bought puff pastry is abominable.”
Queen Bee frowned. “Obviously I would get the expensive kind.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s all sub-par. You gotta make that stuff from scratch otherwise what’s the point?”
“Not all of us live in a professional bakery, Marinette!”
Marinette stuck her tongue out. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”
Queen Bee plucked up some of the mille-feuille crumbs from her plate and threw them in Marinette’s hair, laughing when the girl screamed in outrage. “Don’t sass me, I’m a superhero!”
Marinette shoved a foot against Queen Bee’s thigh, jokingly trying to shove her from her dainty perch on her balcony railing. “I’m giving you my professional opinion.”
“No.” Queen Bee reached over and tapped her on the nose. “You’re making things difficult by not giving me the recipe for these things and forcing me to do research.”
Marinette shrugged. “Family recipe. Sworn to secrecy. Sorry, my dear.”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone! Surely you’d trust me over anyone else.”
“Your sterling commitment to civic duty is not enough of a reason.”
Queen Bee pouted and handed Marinette’s phone back to her. “Fine. I’ll just starve then.”
“Or you could just come back during opening hours and buy some.”
Queen Bee smirked. “Why would I do that if I can just tap on your window and get some for free?”
“Oh, I see,” Marinette said with an eye roll, pulling out the second box of pastries she’d brought with her to the roof. “So I don’t benefit from this arrangement huh?”
“Of course you do, silly,” Bee said. “That Ladyblog girl breaks her neck trying to get exclusive interviews with the four of us and here you are with straight-from-the-source access to anything you could ever possibly want to ask me. Surely you have questions.”
“Yeah just one,” Marinette nodded solemnly. “Who told you that blue eyeshadow and yellow went together?” Marinette burst into giggles when Bee reached over and gently slapped her on the shoulder and started ranting about her elaborate plans to slowly gain her trust and pull this top secret Dupain-Cheng recipe from her one of these days.
Queen Bee was really fun to tease, and Marinette wasn’t quite sure why. She reminded Marinette of Chat Noir in the sense that they were both really strong personalities that tended to be just a touch over the top. The difference was that it was obvious that Chat Noir liked to play it up for the sake of being funny and teasing Ladybug – two of his most favorite pastimes. However, Marinette was convinced that Queen Bee really was this dramatic on a day-to-day basis. She was a ferocious fighter and was more eager than the three of them to jump straight into the action, but would do things like complain about flying on hot days, scream out in horror in the middle of an akuma battle because of a broken nail, or whine melodramatically in front of a closed bakery sign after forgetting that businesses closed early on Sundays.
It should’ve been annoying, but it just made it easy to poke fun at her. Queen Bee wasn’t an obnoxious person, and she had too much respect for her miraculous and for Ladybug to even come close to being someone worthy of Marinette’s scorn. She wouldn’t ever admit this to her, but Bee was wonderful entertainment. She supposed that was why it was so easy to invite her in for pastries and sit with her outside. Despite the fact that this was technically Queen Bee’s first time meeting Marinette, the two of them slipped into their familiar banter as if Marinette’s mask was still up.
Marinette pushed off from where she was leaning against the banister, put the pastries to the side, and went back to her seat in the lawn chair that she’d been occupying before Queen Bee showed up. “You’re so distracting. I was in the middle of something before you showed up.”
Bee scoffed dramatically. “Oh, what could possibly be more important than me?”
“My class is holding a Spring picnic tomorrow,” Marinette explained. “I promised a few friends I’d make them flower crowns to wear tomorrow.”
“Flower crowns?”
“Mmhm.” She held up her wire crown that had un-flowered greens and a few cut white daisies that she was pulling from a store bought bouquet by her feet. “I thought about keeping them all one color, but maybe I should put in some other colors or something. White doesn’t seem very spring-y you know?”
Bee’s wings fluttered briefly as she walked along the balcony wall to the left of Marinette. “They’re pretty…”
“Thanks!” Marinette smiled. “I’ve never made flower crowns before, so it’s been interesting. I don’t mind if you stay, but I kinda want to finish these before I have to go to bed.” She bit her lip and put the flower crown on her head, looking up and adjusting the flowers that were drooping too low past her brows. “Maybe the stems are too long…”
Queen Bee sat on the edge of the balcony and plucked up one of the flowers sitting in front of Marinette. She pressed it to her nose, inhaled, and blinked in shock. “They smell amazing.”
“They’re fresh!” Marinette explained. “Bought them this morning. I’m going to leave them in the refrigerator over night so that they’ll stay stay fresh in the morning. Hopefully the fragrance will stay.”
“No I mean they smell really good,” Bee repeated, keeping the flower close to her nose. “Like…something sweet, and grass, and rain, and something else….”
Marinette looked down and snipped the stems off the flower she just took back. “Well, if I can get the hang of this and if I have flowers left over, I can make you one if you want. I can make it yellow and add in some light blue ones just to help you match that eyeshadow shade you seem so attached to.”
She expected Queen Bee to snap back defensively at Marinette making fun of her makeup again, but she didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, Bee crawled along the banister and leaned over to smell at the flowers in Marinette’s hair. Marinette froze and felt her eyes widen as she heard Bee inhale as deeply as she could. “They smell even better when you have them all clumped together like this….”
“Um,” Marinette muttered. “Thanks?”
Queen Bee gently cupped Marinette’s cheek and tipped her head upwards so that she could press her nose to the center of every flower that was weaved into the crown. Marinette furrowed her brows and looked at Bee from the corner of her eyes, more confused than offended that she was invading her space this much for the sake of just a few cheap flowers she’d bought at a stand earlier that day. She could just see Bee’s wings fluttering gently every time she switched to a new flower and inhaled a new lungful of fragrance.
The hum of her wings was getting louder, and pretty soon she was hovering just a few feet above the ground and practically burying her nose in the flowers. Marinette felt herself smiling with all her teeth. “Are….are you buzzing?”
Queen Bee blinked as if she were clearing her vision and hummed. “What was that?”
“You’re…kind of hovering over me. And getting pollen on your nose.”
It took a few seconds for her to realize that she’d forced Marinette to lean almost completely to one side because she had been getting so closer to her. Queen Bee squeaked in embarrassment, touched her feet down the floor, and skipped back a few steps until she was leaning against the railing at the complete opposite end of the balcony. Her blush was spreading underneath her mask and up to her ears and Marinette had to hold back her comment about Bee sporting all three primary colors on her face at once.
“I’M SORRY!” Queen Bee exclaimed, the apology coming out as an involuntary shout. “Oh God, that was so weird. I was so weird. That was weird. Oh crap, now you think I’m a freak, oh holy effing Christ.”
Marinette snorted in laughter and walked over to Queen Bee, using the sleeve of her sweater to wipe off the bits of pollen that were still on the bridge of her nose. “Don’t worry about it, you’re totally fine. It was just…surprising, that’s all.”
Bee covered her face with her hands and mumbled through her fingers. “I’m still getting used to these superpower things and that’s never happened before!”
Marinette stared at her pitifully and rubbed one of her shoulders. “I mean….maybe it’s a bee thing.”
“What?”
“You know,” Marinette continued. “Bees. Flowers. Pollen. Makes sense.”
“I-I’m not….that’s not….I’m not actually a bee, Marinette!!” she sputtered.
Marinette closed her eyes and winced. “I dunno! That seemed pretty bee-ish.”
Queen Bee’s brows were pulled into a confused scowl and the lingering blush on her face just made the girl look downright adorable – so adorable that Marinette felt her cheeks aching from how hard she was smiling. “I just liked the flowers you picked!! They were really good flowers!!”
“Hey, if you want you can take some. Pollinate some of the gardens nearby.”
“Shut up, you’re the literal worst!”
“I guess I’m definitely making you that flower crown now. I’m afraid you won’t be able to sleep at night without them.”
“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Are you kidding?” Marinette scoffed. She picked up one of the white daisies and teasingly held it out for Queen Bee to take. “I’ll turn this into a rooftop garden if it means seeing you bug out like that again. Get it? Bug out?”
Queen Bee pouted, snatched the flower out of Marinette’s hands, and turned around with a huff. “So mean…”
Marinette picked the flower crown off of her head and started eyeing the yellow bouquet of flowers still sitting in the paper she’d bought it in. “Yup. You’re definitely getting a crown now.”
#miraculous ladybug#chlonette#chloenette#maribee#chloe bourgeois#marinette dupain-cheng#queen bee#miraculous ladybug fanfiction#maribee fanfiction#my writing#ask#anonymous#tumblr fic
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sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful too
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The meaning of night changes within a span of hours.
It starts off with a quiet, Friday evening after a busy, draining week. Marinette sits on her balcony with a mug of hot chocolate warming her fingers, a blanket draped over her shoulders. Tikki is hidden where the blanket is the warmest.
She’s exhausted from having to stop one of the newer heroes, Queen B as she calls herself, from impulsively revealing her civilian name. You’d think it’d be obvious that a secret identity is meant to be secret.
Within her first week as a superheroine, Queen B has already aggravated every akum they’ve come in touch with. Marinette would be close to anger, if it weren’t for the remorseful look in her eyes as she realized she messed up yet another attack.
Sue Marinette for being sympathetic, but she’s been in that position before. Queen B’s own realization at her failures continuously reminds her of the day Marinette had almost given up on being a superheroine.
Plus, it didn’t hurt that Queen B’s antics were endearing more often than not, or that when she thought no one was looking, her lips would turn down into an adorable pout.
It’s while she’s deep in her reflections over one of her new teammates when she finds herself suddenly staring at the real thing, jumping in her seat enough to spill her thankfully cooled hot chocolate all over her hand.
“Shit,” she mutters in a low voice while staring at her partner.
Queen B stands tall with a smirk planted on her face, her pose regal. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”
Something about the way she calls her name feels familiar, an itching at the back of her mind that Marinette can’t exactly put her finger on.
“You’re the new superheroine,” Marinette greets, hoping her voice sounds awed. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”
Queen B absolutely preens as Marinette speaks, the familiarity in her pose edging it’s way into Marinette’s mind. “But of course. Who wouldn’t be excited to see me?”
Marinette has to bite back a giggle at her words, refusing to show how entertained she is by the current direction of the exchange. It was nice to see that Queen B at least knew when to turn off her switch and actually focus.
“I fear I’ll faint at the mere excitement,” she tacks on, doubling her efforts to hide back her grin as Queen B seemed to glow. “After all, I’m sure I’m the first one to be visited by you.”
“What if I was to say you are?”
“Well, I’d be very very delighted.”
Marinette hopes she isn’t overdoing her excitement, but from the way Queen B’s eyes bore into her through her mask, it doesn’t seem like it.
Queen B continues to stare at her for a minute, something charged about her gaze before she finally speaks. When she finally does, her voice is a lot softer.
“If I was to do something stupid right now, would you let me?”
She seems to fold in on herself, her shoulders curled downward and head tilted towards the ground. Marinette finds her heart stuttering at the sight.
“Only if you let me do something stupid in returns,” she responds, savoring the way Queen B’s head shoots up to stare in surprise.
The surprise wears off slowly as the heroine slowly gains her confidence back, her smirk returning as she walks towards Marinette.
Her heart stutters as the Queen B’s shadow falls directly over her, her hands resting on the armrest. The sun sets behind Queen B, making it look like her body was nothing more than a silhouette outlined by ethereal light.
It’s exactly this thought running through her head that makes Marinette turn her head when Queen B leans down to press a kiss against her cheek.
Queen B freezes as soon as Marinette’s lips press against her, causing Marinette to panic. They stay locked in that position for close to a minute, trying their hardest to not breathe.
And then Queen B sighs into Marinette and leans in, tilting her head for better access. Her hands move towards Marinette’s head, cupping her jaw into her palms. Marinette finds herself edging forward in her chair, just a little bit, until she’s close enough to nudge Queen B closer. In turn, Queen B plops herself into Marinette’s lap.
They separate when the sky’s completely dark, chests heaving in an attempt to catch their breaths. Queen B’s sky blue eyes bored into Marinette with adoration that warms her to the core. They’re nothing like Chloe’s: sharp, icy, and intense enough only to strike the receiver with anger.
“Is it alright with you if I come back tomorrow?” Queen B asks after they’ve spent too long just drinking the sight of each other in. Marinette’s shoulders slump.
“You can’t.” As soon as Queen B’s smile begins to drop, Marinette hastens to elaborate. “I mean, you can but I won’t be here because I have prior engagements.”
“I see,” Queen B replies, scrambling to get up. Marinette’s hands immediately grip her waist to immobilize her.
“I have to hang out with the mayor’s daughter,” she blurts out. When Queen B blinks in surprise, she adds, “It’s for a project but knowing the way we interact, it’ll last a long time. You can still come by a little later if you’d like.”
Queen B’s smirk grows as she stares at Marinette, confusing the hell out of her. “Maybe I will.”
She parts with a kiss pressed to Marinette’s cheek, ignoring the way she looked at her in confusion. “Tomorrow, then!”
Once the superheroine disappears from sight, Marinette finds Tikki staring up at her with a wide smile.
“She wasted all my hot chocolate, Tikki,” she complains to her kwami, ignoring the way she savored the taste of pumpkin spice chap-stick on her lips.
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I haven’t been reading Chloenette/Maribee fanfiction. You can’t prove it!
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GreatHeart AU Nude Model FanFiction with Gajevy
Levy is an aspiring art student at GreatHeart School of Art and Music.
Hi everyone and welcome to my second GreatHeart AU fanfic. I am sorry that this took so long, but I want to give a big shoutout to @firiare for this prompt! I hope you enjoy it and please like and reblog, as well as provided much needed constructive feedback. Thanks!
“Great another long line”. Levy muttered to herself as she approached in the six person lineup in the café for her breakfast. She knew that she should really start waking up early and cooking breakfast at home, but who needs to do that when you can buy the warmest, fluffiest, most delicious breakfast rolls every morning with a side of vanilla chai?
She dug around in her backpack, searching for her wallet so she wouldn’t have to fumble at the register as she usually did. “It has to be in here somewhere…” She murmured to herself. She kept walking and walking until she knocked into something. Or someone.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” She sputtered, looking up frantically. “I wasn’t looking where I was go-“
Her breath caught as she met the eyes of the man that she just collided into. His black eyes bored back at her in a bewildered stare, before a smirk settled on his pierced lips.
“Watch, where you’re going, shrimp. Wouldn’t want someone to step on ya now.” He flashed a mocking smile towards her followed by an inconspicuous wink before turning around.
She stared daggers into the back of his head as he stood in front of her. As much as she fought it, her eyes drifted from the back of his head, down to his shoulders, to his back, studying him. His thick, black hair blocked most of the view but she could make out the outlines of his muscles underneath his black shirt, toned and smooth. She continued to analyze him, following the hem of his shirt as they tucked into the waistband of his black jeans, down his calves to his shoes.
“If you like something you see, you should just say something, shrimp.”
His rough voice snapped her back to reality as she looked back up at him. He cocked an eyebrow over his shoulder to her flabbergasted expression, obviously amused by toying with the blue-headed stranger.
“It’s not that!” She whispered fiercly as she averted her gaze to her wallet that she now held in her hands. “It’s just that as an art student, I am trained to pay attention to details and to-“
“Next!” The cashier at the register called out, abruptly cutting her off and unable to finish her statement.
He tossed an amused look over his shoulder once more before approaching the counter to place his order.
Levy’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she lowered her face and ran a hand down the side of her cheek. “I really need some coffee.” She said, tiredly.
After placing and receiving her order, she exited the shop and headed in the direction of the art school. The black-haired stranger intruded in her thoughts, making her body run on auto-pilot as her mind went elsewhere.
There was something about him that piqued her interest. Was it all the piercings? Or the way the rough, yet smooth timbre of his voice made everything he say sound so…snarky? Or the way the cotton material of his shirt settled on his back, outlining the rises and dips of the muscles in his back that wasn’t blocked by his thick head of hair?
“Forget that jerk.” Levy said, taking a sip of her latte as she ascended the steps to the main entrance. “I have better things to worry about”.
That she did. In addition to a special announcement that her teacher hinted at last week, today was an exam that her professor sprung on her class just last week. Their task would be to create a realistic painting with a live, nude model as their muse and to translate it exactly unto an easel and canvas. Nudity didn’t bother her. I mean, that’s how everyone was born into this world, right? She saw the human body as one that can be translated into different meanings for different individuals, an intangible form of the purest form of art that there is. It also helped that the model today would be the same as her previous assignments and exams had been, Aaron Madrid, a professional model who has been in the industry 10+ years and has bared it all in front of hundreds of the region’s best artists.
She entered her classroom and took one last bite of her breakfast roll before crumpling the bag into her backpack and setting up her easel.
“Hey, Levy!” Lucy chirped behind her as Levy rested her canvas in its place. “How was your weekend?”
“It was good, so far.” Levy sighed as she sat down in her seat and chatted with her friend for the next couple of minutes.
Their conversation was abruptly cut short when her professor entered the room, commanding everyone’s attention with just her presence alone.
“Good morning, class.” She projected, resting her briefcase behind her desk as she addressed her students. “I hope everyone had a good weekend. I know that all of you are dreading today’s exam, but I just want you to relax and try your best. A nervous artist makes for a bad artist.”
There were some mutters and chuckles in the class before she continued. “However, Madrid would not be our model for today.”
Everyone that was texting or not paying attention immediately tuned in. Concerned whispers and questions filled the air. Levy turned around to match Lucy’s lost expression, knotting her eyebrows together into a furrowed brow.
Raising her hand to indicate silence, she continued. “He has taken up a contract with Xpression Studios and will not return until next semester.” Groans filled the class as she continued. “However, a very brave student has decided to be our model for the rest of the semester. Come on out, Gajeel.”
Lucy’s hand flew to her mouth as her eyes bulged out of her head. She darted her eyes between Levy and the new student.
Levy, with her back turned to the front of the class, oblivious to what was going on behind her, knotted her brows together in a confused expression as she faced her friend. “Lucy, what’s wrong?”
“Levy, isn’t that the same dude that you said was a huge jerk to you this morning?”
She spun around in her seat as she met the all too familiar gaze of the stranger that she met in the café just a few minutes ago. Although he was across the room, Levy felt her heart catch in her throat as she gasped for words.
His heated gaze didn’t leave hers as he entered the center of the room and dropped his towel from around his waist. His hair was pulled back behind him, a stark contrast to the tanned his tanned chest and torso. An all too familiar smirk settled on his expression as he chuckled at her deer-in-headlights expression.
“Now, you have your model. You have your materials. You have two hours. When you have completed your project, you must alert me, and I will immediately give you a grade for the assignment. Begin.”
Levy choked on air as she stared back at him. There was no way this was happening right now. His biceps bulged and abs tightened as he chose a comfortable position that he could maintain for the duration of the assignment.
Levy’s eyes betrayed her again as her gaze now took in everything about him. The way his skin glistened underneath the overhead lights. The way his shoulders slumped like slopes on a mountain, lowering down to his chest and tightened abs, all the way to his….
Snap out of it, Levy! She rebuked herself as she picked up her pencil and began her outline, focusing every ounce of her energy unto the canvas. It isn’t the first time you have seen a naked man stand before your art class before. What is wrong with you?
She muttered to herself as she tried desperately to avoid looking at him more often than necessary. She didn’t want to send the wrong idea, after all. She glanced at him once more, hoping that he would be looking in another direction, so she could take in more of the details. For her portrait, of course.
But when her eyes rose from her canvas, his eyes blazed back at her face as emotionless and blank as a wall as if she was the only person in the room.
Her eyes drifted down below his waist as she took in the most intricate details of his member. Heat rose in her cheeks as she furiously etched his outline onto her canvas, desperately avoiding his stares, his expression becoming more mocking and infuriating by the minute.
Finally, she was finished and her portrait was completed. Despite herself and distractions, she produced a very good portrait. She just hoped that her professor would think the same. When she leaned back in her seat, she realized that the entire class was deserted besides her professor, who was grading papers quietly at her desk, and Gajeel, the stranger that hadn’t taken his eyes off her ever since he entered the classroom.
“I’m finished, Ms. Maribee.” Levy stated as she tried to focus on something else other than the toned physique of the cheeky stranger.
She crossed the room as she analyzed her painting. “You may put on your clothes, Gajeel.” She said, still staring at the portrait. “Thank you for your time today.”
“Sure.” He grunted as he stepped off the stage and retreated through the same door that he came through in the beginning of the class, not bothering to put back on the towel that he gripped in his hand.
“You’ve really improved since last semester, Ms. Levy This is quite remarkable.”
Levy smiled sheepishly to the compliment. She was glad that her hard work started to pay off. She remained silent as she waited for her grade.
“This is excellent work, Levy. You get an A for this assignment. Good job.” She lovingly patted her shoulder as she made her way back to her desk. “I will see you next week.”
Levy released a breath that she didn’t know she was holding as she packed up her materials. At least she could put the assignment behind her and focus on relaxing this weekend.
As she exited the room and made her way down the hall towards the elevators, she pulled out her phone to shoot a quick text to Lucy. She absentmindedly pushed the ground floor button and entered the elevator as she remained engrossed in her phone.
Her stream of focus was interrupted when an all too familiar stranger joined her before the doors quickly shut.
She looked up and twisted her face into a scowl, desperately trying to push down the heat that started to arise within her cheeks,
“Following me now?” She spat as she adjusted her bag and stared straight ahead.
“Just using an elevator, shrimp. Don’t look too deep into it.”
She pressed her lips shut as she stared straight ahead, never meeting his gaze. After a few moments, he turned to face her as bent his body down, so he was about a foot or so away from her face. “So, did you like what you saw today?” He taunted her in a suggestive tone.
Levy whipped her head around to shoot him a vexed expression. She was taken aback by the boldness of his comment as she pressed a finger into his broad chest. “Look, if we are going to be working together for the rest of the semester, then you should really work on that attitude of yours. It is unprofessional and uncalled for. And besides that, I am an artist, who paints and sketches nude artists all the time. Don’t think just because you have big muscles and a toned body makes you somehow more special or ‘blessed’ than the other models I have had before.” She gave him a gesturing up-and-down look before arching an eyebrow back at him, waiting for his response.
Gajeel scanned the tiny blue-haired woman in an amused manner, his mouth twitching up into a smirk. “So, you think I’m toned, huh? He flashed a smile, chuckling.
Levy’s eyes widened as she blushed and averted her gaze from him, clearly embarrassed. If only he wasn’t so snarky about it. “Don’t look too deep into it.” She retorted in a mocking manner.
The elevator doors opened as he took a step towards her. She pressed her mouth into a thin line as she crouched down to meet her at eye level.
“Whatever you say……Levy.”
She stared at his retreating figure as she stepped out of the elevator, breathing an exasperated sigh.
“He is so rude.” She muttered to herself as she trudged home. “This is going to a really long semester. I can’t believe that we have to work with that jerk for five more weeks.”
Yet, somehow, she couldn’t keep her mind off him. Something about him interested her. Made her want to scratch the surface of whatever bad boy act he attempted to pull off.
She waved a hand dismissively as she entered her apartment. “Whatever, I’m sure I will have plenty of time to worry about him later. Time for some rest.”
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