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emsylcatac · 3 years

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Hewwo God of translation I humbly request the first marichat scene in Marinette's balcony

Of course hehehe

Taking it from Marinette scrolling through her contacts:

Marinette: No...No...Ah, no, that'd be so weird! Urgh, it's impossible, I'll never find someone with who I can practice! [sees Chat Noir] Uh? Chat Noir, it's the ideal candidate! Impossible that he's in love with me! Of the "other me", yes, but certainly not of the "true me"!

Tikki: Don't you find it weird that he's here alone when no one's been akumatised?

M: Well...A cat on a roof, what could be more natural? Hide Tikki! Chaaaaat Noiiiiir!!! Minou minou minou minouuuu! [note: that's sometimes how you'd call out to a real cat to try to get it to come to you]

Chat Noir: Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Is there a problem?

M: No, but your timing is perfect! I need a sweetheart!

CN: A sweetheart?! Ah no no no no no no NO! Love stories, not for me! I'm in love with no one, and I don't intend for it to change!

M: Aaaah, but it's perfect, it couldn't have come at a better time! I have a problem with my sweetheart, who isn't my sweetheart since I can't tell him. To play my sweetheart I need someone who isn't in love with me! You'll be perfect in this role since you're in love with no one!

CN: With no one, exactly! But really, with no one! But er...Wait, I don't quite understand, what do you need me to do exactly?

M: The sweetheart not in love yet! Me, I play the sweetheart, but this time a girl in love who's super and who doesn't say nonsense, you see what I mean?

CN: Not much more than before...

M: Perfect! Then, we can start, sit here and I make my entrance...

M: Dear Chat Noir, ever since we met, I have three suns in my heart! They shine so bright that as soon as I see you, I melt and there's only sparkling droplets left of me! These suns are in the end only three little words, but...they're burning my lips, please Chat Noir, sooth me, tell me you love me as much as I love you!

CN: M-Marinette, sorry I-I'm very touched but as I told you, I'm not in love with anyone!

M: Yes, of course but I'm not talking to you, it's for the sweetheart who's not yet my sweetheart!

CN: Aaaah...Understood! But as you said 'Chat Noir', I thought you were talking to me!

M: Oh, I see! Darn,

CN: What's your sweetheart's name?

M: Err..It-it's personal!

CN: Ah. Well it's not gonna make our lives any easier then.

M: Okay. Buttercup.

CN: [laughs], wait, his name is Buttercup?!

M: Of course not, it's not his real name, it's a code name! Come on, let's start again!

M: Dear Buttercup, ever since we met, I have three suns in the-

[Chat Noir laughs]

M: What is it? Are you laughing at me? Focus, it's really serious!

CN: Oh, sorry, it's 'Buttercup'!

M: Dear Buttercup, ever since we met, I have three suns in my heart! They shine so bright that as soon as I-

[Chat Noir frowns]

M: What's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?

CN: Of course not, it's just my serious face!

M: Maybe, but it's distracting me more than anything! Have a serious face, but don't look like you're solving a maths problem!

[Chat Noir chuckles]

M: Dear Buttercup, ever since we met, I have three suns in the hear-

CN: Err, sorry Marinette, but what kind of face do you want me to have, exactly?

M: We don't care!

CN: Well, yes but it's you who were saying-

M: Urgh, yeah yeah I know! The important isn't what you're feeling you, it's me who's practicing! Pretend to be a little interested in me, it won't hurt to take interest in others from time to time!

CN: But-

M: Always 'me, me, me'! Come on, let's start again.

M: Dear Buttercup, ever since we met, I have three suns in my heart! They shine so bright that as soon as I see you, I-

CN: Wahou, Marinette, that's the most beautiful thing that has ever been said to me!

M: But you didn't let me finish!

CN: I know, but the way you're opening your mouth, it was so moving like a sky opening after a storm, a rainbow sweeping away my heart!

M: Errr... you're overdoing it, now.

CN: You think?

M: I'm even certain about it! Urgh.

M: Dear Buttercup, ever since we met, I have three suns in my heart! They shine so bright that as soon as I see you-

CN: Errr-

M: WHAT IS IT, AGAIN?

CN: Well...This time, I have a feeling you're more angry at me rather than in love with me-

M: I'm not angry, I'm declaring my love to you, it's quite clear!

CN: Well, let's say it could be a little bit clearer!

M: Okay! Well if you're soooo good at it, show me how to do it! I'm you and you're me, come one, and we're off!

CN: Dear Buttercup, ever since we met, I have three suns in my heart! They shine so bright that as soon as I see you, I melt and there's only sparkling droplets left of me! These suns are in the end only three little words, but...they're burning my lips, please Buttercup, sooth me, tell me you love me as much as I love you!

M: Errr wait a minute, does it sound as dumbo as that when it's me who says it?

CN: Oh, you know, I'm interpreting, I'm not here to judge the text!

M: Oh la la, there's nothing right in this, I'll never make it!

CN: Damn, there she goes with her fancy words... (/right away with the big words?)

CN: You put too much pressure on yourself, of course you'll make it! I know, we're going to take a small break just to take our mind off of it!

M & CN: a cinema?

#ask #miraculouslycool #anon #ml spoilers #ml translation #glaciator 2 #glaciator 2 spoilers #marichat

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aalissy · 2 years

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Late Nights on Their Balcony

Hello!!! I’m finally writing again whooohooo. And of course it’s 4k words of Marichat hurt/comfort haha. Be warned this is SUPER angsty and contains a lot of dark thoughts! I really needed to write some hurt/comfort tho after the idea of Adrien being a sentimonster. Anywho, I hope you enjoy <3

AO3

There was an incessant tapping noise coming from her trapdoor.

Clenching her eyes shut, Marinette swatted at the air, grumbling at the noise to just shut up already. It was probably close to two in the morning and all she wanted to do was just sleep. There had been so many akuma attacks recently and that on top of her schoolwork meant that she had little free time for anything. Including sleep.

For a brief second, the noise seemed to stop and she breathed out a puff of relief, snuggling back into her warm blanket. Murmuring contentedly, her dream beckoned her back to sleep with joyful visions of Adrien and ice cream. She was violently ripped out of her make-believe fantasy world, however, when the tapping grew incredibly louder, transforming into an almost pounding knock.

Marinette bolted upright, blinking her eyes blearily as she glared up at the noise. Who on earth was making this racket this early in the morning?! Feeling a sense of righteous hot fury bubbling up inside of her, she pushed herself up and prepared to open her trapdoor.

Before she could, though, a tiny, sleepy voice called out her name, “Marinette?”

Grimacing, she glanced down at Tikki who was rubbing one of her eyes as she looked at her owner in confusion. Placing her finger on her lips, she gently shushed her kwami, whispering, “It’s alright, Tikki. Go back to bed and I’ll figure out what’s going on. I’ll wake you if it’s an akuma.”

Her kwami nodded her head tiredly before curling back up on Marinette’s pillow. She looked at Tikki longingly for a brief moment before another loud knock startled her out of her pining. Feeling another wave of white, hot anger, Marinette forcefully pushed open her trapdoor.

“What is making that loud, banging sound?” she screeched, poking her head out as she glared around for the source of the noise. All of her rage melted away in a single instant as she saw what awaited her though.

There, sat not two feet from her was Chat Noir. A very distraught Chat Noir. His ears were low on his head and his green eyes were brimming with tears. His raised, clenched hand trembled uncontrollably where it was about to do another knock if Marinette hadn’t already opened her hatch. Slowly, Chat lowered it to his lap as his ears drooped even more. “I-I’m sorry,” he whispered, “But I didn’t... I didn’t know where else to go... what else to do.”

Instantly, Marinette launched herself at him, wrapping him up in a giant bear hug as she felt her own eyes well up with tears. Who had dared to hurt kitty? Quietly, she murmured in his ears, “Shush, shush it’s okay. It’s okay. You can always come to me no matter what, my Chaton. I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know it was you.”

His head buried itself in her shoulder as his body shook with stifled sobs. Marinette clenched her own eyes shut as her lower lip wobbled, sucking it into her mouth as she fought against her own emotions. Instead, she focused on him, caressing his head and back as she clutched him to her tighter. She murmured words of encouragement in his ear, hoping... praying that he would be okay. That she could fix this somehow.

Often, Marinette would lift her head to scan the sky for any signs of a purple butterfly. She was not going to let him get akumatized. Not on her watch. Not again. At this point, she wasn’t even certain that their secret identities would keep her from transforming into Ladybug just to keep her kitten safe.

They remained embraced for what seemed like hours. The only noises penetrating their bubble were the quiet sounds of Parisian traffic and Marinette’s whispers of support. After an even longer while, Chat finally pulled back with a quiet sniffle. With a quivering claw, he reached up and brushed some of his tears away. “Thank you, Marinette. I-I needed that. More than you could ever know.”

She searched his eyes, hoping that she could figure out all of the answers from them. Finding none, Marinette raked a hand through her hair, blowing out a shaky breath. Scrubbing a hand down her face, she gnawed on her lip. “W-what happened kitty? I-It wasn’t something Ladybug did, w-was it?”

Marinette didn’t know what she’d do if it was her that had left him this distraught. Guilt was already eating her alive for not having noticed that he was this devastated as his partner. She had already experienced what it was like to lose Chat Noir and she couldn’t... wouldn’t do that again. It was just too impossible for her to work without him.

Luckily, Marinette didn’t have to wander down that line of thinking for too long because he was already shaking his head. Unfortunately for her, though, his eyes returned back to that desolate, hollow look they had before she had clutched him to her. Marinette internally cursed herself for asking, wishing she could yank the words back into her mouth to get some of the light back into Chat’s eyes.

“No, it wasn’t her. This was me. It was all me. It’s all my fault that I’m a... I’m a...” He cut himself off, choking back another sob and Marinette felt her heart break in two. All she wanted to do at this moment was just wrap him up and keep him away from anything that could possibly hurt him.

Slowly, she shook her head as she reached out a hand, hesitating just before his face, unsure if Chat wanted the contact. He practically dove into her hand before she could take it back though, pressing his cheek tightly against it as his eyes fluttered closed. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, Marinette caressed his cheek lightly before finally murmuring, “I’m sorry kitty but I don’t understand. If it’s this big, why haven’t you gone to Ladybug? I’m sure whatever it is, the two of you would be able to fix it together.”

Chat gasped in a stuttering breath, before shaking his head roughly. “No! I-I can’t go to Ladybug. I don’t know what she’d do if she found out. And I know she doesn’t want to reveal our identities. And she’s so smart I just know she’ll figure out who I am if I tell her.”

Shoving down the little voice in her head that was screaming at her to stop, Marinette reached out, grasping onto his hand with her free one and squeezing it tightly. “Then tell me. Maybe the two of us can figure it out together... and even if we can’t, it might be better for you to just tell someone else. I don’t want you keeping all of this hurt inside mon Chaton.”

He glanced up at her, his eyes sparkling with what almost seemed like hope before they dimmed again. Marinette’s heart dropped as Chat hesitantly shook his head. After a little while, he whispered, “I can’t... I wish that I could but you’re just as smart as Ladybug. You’d figure me out in a heartbeat, Marinette, and I know Ladybug would kill me if she found out.”

For a brief second, she was furious at her own secret identity before pushing that aside. Her anger over her own rules would have to wait. Regardless of how she felt about them right this second, they were there for a reason and her rational self understood that. At the moment, though, all Marinette could think about was punching whoever had hurt her Chaton in the face. Repeatedly. Either way, she needed to find a way for Chat to trust her. If she let her partner go off on his own like this, it was only a matter of time before he got akumatized and Marinette didn’t know if she could defeat Chat Blanc a second time.

“You can’t just keep this inside, Chaton. I’m really worried about you. What do you think Ladybug would do if you got akumatized?” Marinette once again ignored the screeching voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like Tikki. Sucking in a deep breath she murmured, “And besides... what about... you know... Scarabella?”

Marinette struggled to keep her eyes on Chat, wishing she could avoid his gaze as guilt gnawed at her once again. Carefully, she retracted both of her hands from him. Nibbling on her lower lip, she prayed that he wouldn’t be able to tell just how nervous she was.

If she could go back and do it all over again, she would tell him the instant that she told Alya her identity. But, at the time, she had been so stressed that taking just that little bit of weight off her shoulders had helped so much. Marinette had kept waving off the fact that she hadn’t told Chat yet, telling herself that she’d explain the situation to him later when she had more time. That time never came and she hadn’t even thought about the consequences until after they had already happened.

Chat blinked at her in confusion, tilting his head. “What about her?”

“Well,” Marinette started, rubbing her arm. “Your argument with her was pretty publicized. So I assume you didn’t know who she was, right? Meaning Ladybug didn’t tell you about her.”

“Right,” he breathed out, looking at her in a mixture of both awe and admiration, causing a light blush to dust across her cheeks. “See what I meant about you being smart, purrincess. You figured that out so easily.”

Marinette fought to hide a wince. She hadn’t figured that out as easily as he thought. Chat had no clue that they were talking about her. Either way, some light had returned to his eyes and he had made a pun for the first time since he arrived on her balcony. A small one, sure, but he was punning again. She must be doing something right if he was starting to act at least a little bit like his old self.

Shooting him a small smile, Marinette continued her speech as she pushed herself up to stand. “Well, if she gave someone the Ladybug miraculous, it probably means she told someone else her identity. Don’t you think it’d be a little hypocritical of her if she killed you over someone, perhaps, hypothetically, figuring out your identity? Especially if you don’t know for certain if this information even will reveal your identity.”

Besides, it wasn’t like she was going to actually figure out his identity. In fact, Marinette was going to actively take steps to ensure that she wouldn’t find out who he was.

Chat’s brow furrowed with thought and she clenched her hands together to keep herself from smoothing out the little wrinkle that appeared on his forehead. After a long, long pause, he eventually looked up at her. “I... I think you may be right.”

Hearing those words, Marinette’s shoulders instantly relaxed and she quickly sat back down on her balcony floor, taking his hands in hers once again. “So then tell me what happened, Chaton. Who hurt you so badly that you rushed over here so early in the morning? And don’t tell me that it’s all your fault because I won’t believe you.”

His lip quivered and his emerald eyes filled with tears once again. Quickly, Marinette threw her arms around him as Chat cried softly into her shoulder. After a few moments, he mumbled something that she couldn’t hear. With a small frown, she slowly pulled away looking at him in confusion. “I’m sorry kitty, I couldn’t hear you. What did you say?”

“But it is my fault,” he whispered, “I’m a... I’m a monster.”

Chat finished that statement with a loud sob. His face practically crumpled with distress as he leaned away from her, almost as though he were afraid that he’d hurt her.

Marinette scooted closer to him, determined to prove that he wasn’t a monster and she would never be scared of him. Even when he was dressed in all white, he would always be her best friend and she would always fight for him. Slowly, Marinette shook her head at him. “You are not a monster. You’re a hero. One of the best ones Paris has ever had. And you’ve saved both me and this city more times than I could even count. Whoever told you that was wrong, Chaton. They’re the monster, not you.”

He pushed himself up, pacing around her balcony as his tail lashed out behind him. Chat raked a hand through his hair angrily before he finally turned back to her. “But you’re wrong, Marinette.” He practically spat with anger, “I am a monster. I-I’m not even real.”

She frowned at him, not understanding what he was trying to say to her. Slowly, Marinette stood up and walked towards him. “Of course you’re real. How could you even say that, Chaton? This is real, isn’t it?”

Reaching out, she grabbed his hand, entwining their fingers together before squeezing it tightly. He blinked down at their hands and for a brief moment, Marinette truly believed that she had gotten through to him before Chat took his hand back, turning to face the moon as he sunk down against her railing. Slowly, she leaned on the railing next to him, looking out at the night sky as she waited for him to speak again.

After a few moments of silence, Chat eventually heaved out a long, uncertain, almost bitter sigh. “You’re right, Marinette. That was real. But only because you’re real.”

“Chat, please, I’m not understanding you. What’s wrong? I’m sure we can come up with a solution if it’s hurting you this much.” She turned to face him, desperation shining through her blue eyes wishing that she was smart enough to piece together just what it was he was trying to convey.

Before Marinette could even finish her words, though, Chat was already shaking his head, still staring out at the night sky. “I can’t, Marinette. I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” A small frown creased her brow with those words. Chewing on her lower lip, she watched in despair as his eyes grew misty once again.

“Scared that you’ll see me differently. That you really will be afraid of me and won’t trust me anymore. That I’ll lose you,” Chat whispered so softly she almost couldn’t hear him. His fists clenched tightly as they trembled by his side.

Pursing her lips as a small spark of annoyance flared up inside her, Marinette placed her hands on his cheeks, turning him to face her. She searched his gaze and saw nothing but hopelessness. Determination blazed inside her and Marinette spoke slowly but assuredly, leaving no room for doubt in her words. “That is never going to happen, mon Chaton. You are never going to lose me and I will certainly never lose trust in you. You’re one of the best superheroes in Paris and one of my best friends. Nothing is going to change that.”

Chat’s lips slowly fell open as she continued her speech and she felt her cheeks turn pink as his eyes lit up with something she prayed was hope. After a few moments of silence, Marinette finally took a few steps back, an even redder bloom appearing on her face. Flexing her hands as a cold breeze brushed against them, she tried to ignore the urge to get close to him again.

Luckily for her, though, Chat broke the distance himself, claiming her hands with his own as he squeezed them tightly. “Thank you, Marinette. You have no idea just how much I needed to hear that.”

A soft, shy giggle escaped her as he then took his hands and threw them around her, wrapping her up in a large hug. Marinette’s eyes fluttered closed as she buried her head in his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent. Just like this. If they could just stay like this forever with no akumas and no Hawkmoth everything would be alright. There would be no need to worry about whatever idiot told Chat he was a monster because he would remain in her arms for the rest of time.

Unfortunately for her, though, they did live in a world with akumas and idiots. With a reluctant, heavy sigh, Marinette slowly pulled herself from his grasp, leaning back to look him in the eyes. Ignoring his adorable pout, she murmured, “Please, kitty, tell me what’s wrong.”

A long, shaky breath escaped him before he finally said the words she had been waiting for all night. Words spoken so quietly she had to practically strain her entire body to hear. “I’m a... I’m a sentimonster.”

Marinette stiffened in surprise, a gasp of shock escaping from her lips before she could stop it. She would have assumed he was joking if he hadn’t been so serious and so distraught when he first landed on her balcony.

Chat quickly backed up away from her. Obviously, he mistook her shock for fear and whatever expression that was on her face instantly melted away to desperation. Marinette reached out for him, a small whimper leaving her lips. He didn’t hear her, though, and instead began to pace the small length of her balcony. One of his hands raked through his hair roughly as his tail lashed out behind him angrily.

“I knew it. I knew it. I can’t believe I thought for one second that you wouldn’t be afraid of me,” Chat said, his voice shaking with emotion, “I never should have told you. I am a monster.”

Those words instantly snapped her out of the daze she had found herself in. With a soft cry, Marinette launched herself at him. Latching herself onto his back, she tightened her grip as she buried her face into his costume. “No, no, kitty! I’m so sorry! I was surprised, that’s all! I would never be afraid of you. Least of all for something like that!”

“Really?” His faint, unsure reply sounded.

“Really!” Marinette bobbed her head up and down furiously as she cuddled even closer to him. Her eyes were welling up with tears even as she tried to blink them back. She couldn’t even imagine what she’d do if she found out she was a sentimonster. Or even what she’d feel! Once again, she was filled with the unbelievable urge to just wrap Chat up and hide him away from the rest of the world so that she could keep him safe forever. When she finally got a handle on her emotions, Marinette eventually sniffled, “H-how did you even find this out, Chat? A-are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he choked out, slowly turning around, careful not to dislodge her so that he could hug her back just as tightly. “The amok’s in his ring.”

“S-so you know who it is, then?”

“Yeah.” Chat chuckled bitterly. “I know who it is.”

Marinette pulled back slightly, peering into his bright green eyes as a small frown creased her brow. “Then... who?”

“It’s... it’s my father.” He turned his head, avoiding her gaze.

A wave of indignant fury welled up inside her. She wanted to shake she was so angry. If Chat’s father was placed in front of her right now, Marinette was pretty certain he’d be dead within seconds. The raw, murderous rage she felt right now reminded her of the time she got hit by Psycomedian’s power. Taking a deep breath to try and push down some of the anger, she gnashed her teeth together. “And he told you that you were a monster?”

“Not... not exactly.” Chat exhaled a long puff of breath. “It’s his actions that get to me. He doesn’t let me leave the house. He won’t let my friends come over. I have to be this perfect, ideal son for him otherwise it’s like I’m worth less than nothing. And every time I try to stand up to him... every time I try and say no I can feel all of my resistance fade away to nothing. And I never understood why... until today. He sees me as nothing because I am nothing. I’ve never been real to him.”

If the rush of outrage was overwhelming before, it was nothing compared to the shattering wave of anguish that hit as soon as Chat spat out those last words. Once again Marinette felt tears prick her eyes and this time she was unable to stop them from falling. “Listen to me, Chaton. You are not nothing. You have never been nothing. And you mean everything to me. You mean everything to so many people. Being a sentimonster does absolutely nothing to change that. You’re still you.”

His gaze immediately snapped back to hers, looking so boyish and full of joy and hope that she physically had to stop her heart from breaking for him. All he wanted... all he needed was love and affirmation and the fact that his own father couldn’t give him that brought Marinette more pain than she realized.

It was then that she was struck by a wave of familiarity. The face in front of her transformed and suddenly it was all she could see. Instead of Chat Noir’s green cat eyes staring at her all she could see was Adrien’s vibrant emerald ones. But no... it couldn’t be... could it?

No! She wasn’t supposed to find out. Shaking her head slightly, Marinette shoved down the little voice taunting her with knowledge she had promised herself she wouldn’t find out. Even if the situation seemed like more than just a coincidence. Two absentee, controlling fathers, the same need to be perfect, the resistance that melts away at any sign of confrontation.

Luckily, Chat’s voice broke through her haze as he gave her a wobbly smile. “You really think so?”

Marinette’s gaze softened as she looked back at him. “I know so, Chaton. You’re a superhero. Nothing’s going to change that.”

He practically beamed, holding her closer to him as he murmured in her ear, “Thank you, Marinette. I knew I made the right choice coming to you. You always know just what to say.”

A warm puff of hot air brushed against the side of her face and she shivered slightly in his arms before stepping away from him, already longing to be back in his arms. But she needed to say this, needed to help him do something so that his father wouldn’t be able to do anything ever again. With a deep, steadying breath, Marinette asked, “You know what we need to do now, though, Chat?”

With a small, rather adorable tilt to his head, he looked at her confusedly. “What do we need to do?”

Her blue eyes glinted with determination. “We have to get the amokatized object away from him. Through any means necessary. We’re going to take his ring and give it back to you or lock it up somewhere far away so no one can ever hurt you again.”

Shifting uncomfortably, Marinette then turned to face the moon, debating over whether or not she should continue her speech. Chewing on her lower lip, she eventually murmured, “And, kitty, I don’t know how to say this... but I’m afraid your father may be Hawkmoth or at the very least knows him or something about him.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him tense. Wincing, she turned back to face him, ready to throw her arms around him if need be. After only a few seconds, though, Chat relaxed causing Marinette to frown in confusion. With a wave of his hand, he said, “That’s not possible. He was a suspect a while back but m’lady and I crossed him off the list. He’s been akumatized before.”

Her eyes widened with disbelief as memories came flooding back to her. The only potential suspect that they had ever had was Gabriel Agreste. And they had crossed him off the list after he got akumatized. This time she could do nothing to stop the image of Adrien and Chat Noir colliding together in her head. Before she could stop herself, Marinette quietly called out his name, “A-Adrien?”

He stiffened immediately, his eyes bouncing around rapidly as he seemed to panic before her. After a brief moment, Chat slumped over slightly, a hand moving back to scratch the back of his neck as he gave her a shy smile. The same smile she’s seen for so long and never pieced together. “Hello, Marinette.”

With a quiet sniffle, she bounded back over to him, throwing her arms around him as she buried her face in his chest. “It’s going to be okay, Adrien,” she murmured, clenching her fists on his suit. “We’ll fix this together, you’ll see. Your lady is never going to abandon you.”

Immediately, Chat brought a hand down to her chin, lifting her face up as he searched her eyes for something. “My lady? Marinette, what..?”

With her own small, bashful smile, she lifted a hand to brush against the cool metal resting in her ears. “It’s been me all along, Chaton. I’m Ladybug,” she whispered.

“Of course it’s you. Of course, it’s always been you. I could never imagine it being anyone else.” His eyes sparkled with happiness as he gazed down at her, looking as though she had just handed him the moon.

Feeling a blush bloom across her cheeks, Marinette would have been content to just remain in his arms forever as long as he continued to gaze at her like that. Unfortunately, they had a mission to complete. One that needed to happen as soon as possible as they finally got answers instead of more questions. With a brief nod to herself, she spoke with the same resolve as Ladybug whenever she figured out her Lucky Charm, “Alright, mon Chaton. It’s time for us to get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Whether or not your father is Hawkmoth doesn’t matter. We’re getting your ring back. No matter how much of a fight he puts up.”

“I love you,” Chat said dreamily almost as soon as Marinette had finished her little speech.

She squeaked, her eyes widening almost comically as she came to terms with the fact that this was Adrien. Adrien just said he loved her. And she didn’t need one of her stupid, small plans to get him to do so.

“I-I’m sorry!” Chat rushed out. “I don’t know why I said that! I know you have feelings for someone else and I promised I wouldn’t mention anything anymore but you just looked so mmrph...”

Marinette cut him off as she pressed their lips together. She poured all of the love and admiration she had for this boy into their kiss. After tomorrow, they might finally be free. Pulling back after only a few seconds, she murmured, “Rest now, my kitty. We’ll solve everything in the morning, I promise.”

His mouth gaped open as he blinked at her wildly. “What? B-but m’lady...”

“Shh.” She quietly shushed him, placing her finger on his lips. “In the morning. It’s late and I really need some rest.”

Slowly, Chat’s mouth closed and he nodded his head at her. “In the morning. Got it!”

Neither made any effort to move away from the other’s arms. With a small chuckle, Marinette eventually murmured, “You know the faster you get to sleep, the faster the morning will get here.”

Instantly, he bounced out of her arms, giving her a salute and a goofy grin as he extended his baton. “Right! Goodnight m’lady! And sweet dreams, my purrincess.” With one last purr, Chat bounded off into the night.

Marinette watched him go with a soft sigh, wishing that he didn’t have to leave. Soon, she promised herself, you’ll see him soon. And together, you’ll fix this. Swiping at her eyes one last time, she opened her trapdoor, already mentally preparing for the day ahead of her tomorrow.

#marichat #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml s4 spoilers #ml spoilers #hurt/comfort #identity reveal #angst #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #mlb #ml #kitty needs a hug 🥺#and he gets them!#alll the hugs

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The secret I know

Ladynoir, Adrianette, Ladrien, Marichat

Part 5

“The problem is... There are some obstacles that separate us. There is something... something I can’t share with him..”

Adrien opened his mouth to respond and was stopped by the loud noise just few meters away from them. His automatic reaction was to jump onto his partner, wrap his arms around her and roll behind the bench away from danger.

When they stopped rolling with Adrien on top, Marinette was looking at him with wide open eyes, heavily breathing. Because of danger? Surprise? Fear?

She didn’t look scared though, more like shocked? Did he give himself away? Well, it’s not like he wasn’t protective of her as Adrien before. So, why then she...

“Adrien.” Marinette’s voice called his name so soft, and her face was so close...

Adrien was mesmerized. He forgot the reason they were entangled together on the ground. He was drowning in those deep eyes, leaning even closer for a kiss.

“Marinette.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

“Adrien!” Marinette blocked his movement with her hands pressed against his chest. “We have to move to the safety!”

Adrien woke up and opened his eyes wide, only now understanding the situation and the position they were in. He was so shocked, he didn’t know what to do.

“Adrien, listen to me.” Marinette’s voice called softer, but firm. “You really need to get up now.”

Adrien jumped on his feet. Did he really just zoned out during an akuma attack and tried to kiss her?

Marinette was already on her feet. She grabbed his hand and was dragging him towards the school.

“Stay here.” She commanded, pushing him into the nearest class. “I’ll go... umm... to the bathroom.”

Chat Noir was destructed.

First of all, he frantically pondered the new information he had received.

Marinette obviously doesn't want to date that guy she likes because she's Ladybug. But Adrien couldn’t let it prevent her happiness. He must talk to her as Chat Noir and hint that she can just date the guy as Marinette, and then everything will work out.

Chat barely dodged the shrapnel and jumped on the roof next to Ladybug. The akuma was throwing series of shards and they couldn’t even get close.

“You’re out of it, Kitty.” Ladybug touched his shoulder carefully, looking towards the akuma.

“I’m fine, LB.” Chat Noir answered firmly, trying to bring his full attention to the fight. He didn’t want to let her down more then he already did today. “What’s his deal?”

“Something about broken dishes during lunch.” Ladybug smirked. “Oh, and he wants some jewelry, of course.” She winked at her partner and called for Lucky Charm. Was she just flirting with him?

A red in a black dot jar of glue fell into her hands. Ladybug scanned the victim and the surrounded them territory.

“If we glue his shooter he won’t be dangerous anymore.” She concluded. “But we need to come closer, which won’t be possible with his intensive shooting, even if you destruct him.”

Chat Noir followed her gaze and his face enlightened with an idea.

“You have to call Nino!” He exclaimed. “He’ll protect us while we move closer.”

“Yeah!” Ladybug gave him a short, but strong happy hug. “Good thinking, Kitty!” She moved back and smiled at him brightly, making his heart melt. “Wait. Nino?”

“Uh...” Did he really just spill Nino’s secret out? Well, of course Ladybug knows Nino’s identity, but she doesn’t know Nino shared it. Those all secrets will drive him crazy on day! But there’s no time to lose now. “Carapace?” Let’s get on with it.

“I know Carapace! How do you know Carapace?!” Ladybug looked at him suspiciously, frowning.

How knowing his friend’s secrets was always his fold?

“It’s a long story, let’s just deal with the ackma right now.” He suggested. “Your time will be over soon. No more time to lose.”

Ladybug nodded and threw glue into his hands before zipping towards the school.

“Pound it!” The plan worked perfectly and three fists bang each other.

“So, Chat Noir.” Ladybug made a step back and turned to her partner. “How do you know Carapace’s identity?”

Carapace looked at Chat too.

“You do?” His eyes expressed concern and fear.

“Uh...” Chat Noir didn’t expected to be confronted so fast, before he had any time to think it through. And in front of his friend...

“Nino!” Ladybug turned to face Carapace. “Did you tell about your superhero identity to anyone?”

Carapace looked at Ladybug, then at Chat Noir, then at Ladybug again, then back at Chat Noir.

“I only told my identity to...” His eyes widened and his face lit up with the realization of something. “Oh my god, you’re Chat Noir!”

“Uh... I am?” Chat wasn’t sure what to answer anymore.

“Dude!” Nino jumped at him and grabbed him in a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry for what I’ve said, bro! I didn’t mean it! I was just so mad. You’re the best, dude! Like really! And your jokes are the best! You’re the best dude ever!”

“It’s ok, Nin... Carapace.” Chat Noir patted his back. “You didn’t know.”

Ladybug was watching the scene with mixed emotions on her face. Her earrings beeped third time.

“What is happening right now?” She asked.

“I kind of figured Chat Noir’s identity?..” Carapace confessed apologetically.

“You what?!” Ladybug started to walk there and back on the roof. “Oh my god, this is a disaster! What do I do now?!”

Chat freed himself from Carapace’s embrace and walked over to her.

“It’s going to be ok, my lady.” He gently placed his palms on her shoulders and squeezed lightly in support, looking into her eyes. “We’ll deal with this together.”

“My lady, dude!” Carapace squeaked behind him. “Wow! This is so not you! And the puns... I would never suspect...”

“Nino!” Ladybug turned her head to him. “Stop please! Some of us still don’t know each other’s identities!”

“About that...” Chat moved one hand behind his neck.

Ladybug looked at him with wide eyes.

“Chat Noir,” She started with a demanding, but shaking voice. “You don’t know my identity, right?”

“Uh...” Chat looked down at his feet. “Ladybug, I... uh...”

“Oh my god... you do!” Ladybug’s earrings made a signal for the last minute.

She made few steps back.

“I...” She looked between her teammates before zipping away. “I need to go.”

[part 1]

[part 4] ... [part 6]

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Adrien AUG-reste Day 6 - Umbrella

This story is part 5 of a series: a sequel to my Marinette March, Adrinette April, Marichat May, Ladrien June, and Ladynoir July stories; I highly recommend reading those first.

You can also read this story on AO3: Petrichor

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By the time Adrien dragged himself out of bed, it was well after ten. The first thing he did was slip into the bathroom and take a shower. It felt good to be clean, and he felt better when he looked into the mirror and saw that there was no physical evidence of his crying fit. And since he knew that Plagg would never tell, that meant he didn’t need to worry about anyone knowing.

He half-expecting not to find anyone in the apartment when he ventured downstairs, but all three Dupain-Chengs were there. Sabine jumped up as soon as she saw him and walked right over.

“Oh honey,” was all she said as she pulled Adrien into a warm hug. She wasn’t much taller than Adrien, but she was warm and smelled like cookies and her hug was firm. Adrien melted into her as fresh tears stung his eyes. This was the kind of hug he had always wanted from his mom.

“You don’t need to worry about anything, Adrien,” Tom said, and Adrien looked up at him over Sabine’s shoulder. “We’ll take care of everything, okay? We’ll be there with you when you talk to the police.”

“The police?” Adrien repeated. He didn’t have to try hard to inject a bit of fear into his voice, and that made Tom’s expression harden slightly.

“It’s okay. They just want to ask you a few questions about your dad, but they already know that you had no knowledge of it,” Tom said firmly. “We’ve also spoken to your aunt.”

“You did?” Adrien said, shocked by that.

“Chloé called me,” Marinette spoke up. “She was worried about you. She gave me the number.”

“Oh,” Adrien said, still a little amazed.

“Your aunt is on a business trip right now but she’s going to try to come to Paris as soon as she can,” Tom told him. “In the meantime, you’re more than welcome to stay here with us.”

“Chloé also said that there will always be a room at the hotel with your name on it,” Marinette added, and Adrien had to wonder if Marinette had slept at all since they returned. It sounded more like Marinette had stayed up all night engineering all of this. Had she also gone to talk to Alya? Was that how Chloé had found out about his father?

“I want to stay here,” Adrien said immediately.

“You can stay as long as you like,” Sabine said, tightening her grip. “And if you want to live with us, Adrien, then we’ll do whatever we can to make that happen.”

“Really?” Adrien whispered, even more surprised than before.

That wasn’t really what he’d meant when he said he wanted to stay here – he had been thinking about the short-term, and how much easier it would be to get out as Chat Noir if he was here at the bakery with Marinette as opposed to the hotel.

But…

The thought of living with the Dupain-Chengs permanently was a really appealing one. Sabine and Tom had never been anything but kind and welcoming. It meant that he wouldn’t have to leave Paris, or his school or his friends or Marinette. He wouldn’t need to worry about having to leave his miraculous behind (because honestly, he wasn’t sure if he could ever stand to be separated from Plagg again).

They were like an umbrella, a shelter from the storm, and he really didn’t want to go now that it had been brought up. He found himself clinging to Sabine like a child.

“Yes, of course. We can talk to your aunt about it. You’re old enough to have your opinion on where you want to live be taken into consideration,” Sabine said. She shifted her hold on him to just one arm, freeing the other hand up to run it through his hair.

“Thanks,” Adrien said. It was the only word he could force out past the lump in his throat, which had returned with a vengeance.

He thought about living with Félix and Amélie and shuddered.

Félix could be a real jerk, and he didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at his aunt without seeing his mother. And knowing now what he knew about his mother, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to be happy living with his aunt. He would always wonder if Amélie was like her sister after all. That, plus living with Félix in a whole new city, would be completely awful.

“It’s no problem at all,” Sabine said gently. “Now, come on. Let’s get some food into you.”

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #tom dupain #sabine cheng #adrienaugust #marinette dupain-cheng #storm verse #petrichor

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Alix's rom-com night

The June event of the @mlwritersguild was to create bonus content for one of our fics - I decided to seize the opportunity to finally sit down and write one of the bonus scenes of You can count on me (I will be there for you), and to do draw a bit of fanart to go with it (4 panels, including a Marichat piece)! Let me tell you that the Burrow is a pain to draw, but I'm actually quite proud of the result :)

About YCCOM: It's an aged-up, one-sided reveal with "fake" wedding fic, based on Sallteas' art. The fic is 9 chapters and 20k words long. It was written before season 4, so it's no longer canon compliant in terms of who knows who's identities at the beginning.

Synopsis: Ladybug's identity is compromised, and somebody is after her. After a lot of pondering, she and Chat Noir come to the conclusion that her best bet is for her to marry Adrien Agreste. It breaks her heart that she is not marrying Chat Noir, but she knows that she's buying them time to figure out who is behind the anonymous letters she's been receiving, and hopefully to find Hawkmoth. Whatever the situation might be, her wedding day should provide a moment of respite. And maybe it would have, had Chat Noir refrained from coming to visit her just before the ceremony...

About Alix's rom-com night: it's a one shot that's chronologically set before the main fic, but I recommend reading it after reading the latter since it contains spoilers for it. It follows Alix (obviously), and includes Ladybug revealing her identity to Chat Noir and the set up of their "fake wedding" plan.

Hope you enjoy!

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Alix opened her door and dropped her keys in the bowl as she kicked off her shoes with a satisfied sigh. Home, sweet home.

Her studio apartment wasn’t very big, but then again, she didn’t need a huge surface when she had a whole extension waiting for her just a transformation phrase away. She’d mentally thanked Marinette more than once for choosing her to wield the Rabbit Miraculous, rather than somebody else, just for the savings she made in rent.

She whistled happily as she made her way to her kitchen area, grabbing a bag of popcorn out of a cupboard and shoving it in her microwave.

She deserved the treat. She’d been running around all week, trying to slide letters to her targets without being spotted, spending hours on end to find the perfect stationary, and then staying up at night to get the wording exactly right, a delicate mix of subtlety and threat to elicit some sort of response from them. It had taken a lot of trial and error, especially for Ladybug. Her friend had always been surprisingly oblivious on many fronts, and it seemed that her honeymoon phase with Chat Noir reinforced her optimistic ability to brush ominous details aside. It had taken three letters for her to start freaking out and to promise Tikki she would talk to her partner about them, whereas Hawkmoth had started the analysis phase upon the first one he’d received.

Alix had only been mildly surprised by the identity of their nemesis when she’d decided it was high time she knew who they were facing; it was all too fitting that the man who leached off Paris’ most intense negative emotions should be the most embittered person she knew, and the one who, in retrospect, had been the cause of many an Akuma (she still shuddered at the what-could-have-been of Chat Noir’s akumatisation).

The microwave dinged, bringing her thoughts back to her timeline. She took the bowl out and called for her Kwami.

“Fluff, clockwise! Burrow!”

A white portal appeared in the middle of her living space and she walked through it, emerging in the ovoid room covered in screens. She made her way to the furthest point, hung her umbrella up on the coathanger she kept in there, and grabbed a folding chair. It was a director’s seat which supposedly had belonged to a rising name in the cinema world before their career had been shot down for obscure reasons, but she didn’t really care about its story; she’d bought it for a very low price at a yard sale, and that was all that mattered to her.

“Right, where are you…” She muttered, scrutinising her surroundings, until she found the screen she was looking for.

She unfolded the chair, zoomed in on the empty (for now) rooftop, propped down in her seat and threw a fistful of popcorn into her mouth, waiting for the show to start.

Unsurprisingly, Ladybug was the first to arrive on the scene. She paced around, mumbling to herself as she wrung her hands together. Alix felt a pang of guilt as she watched her rehearse how she would break the news to her partner, but reassured herself that the ordeal would soon be over.

Finally, Chat Noir landed beside Ladybug, and she flung herself at him, holding him so tight he had to untangle himself from her arms to breathe.

“Well, well, well, my Lady, I know I couldn’t make it to patrol last night, but I didn’t think you’d miss me this much,” he chuckled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Alix rolled her eyes at just how lovestruck he looked as he did so. How could her friends be so sappy, and yet still be at square one in terms of knowing who the other was?

Some might have said that it was romantic, that they loved each other regardless of who they were; but those people did not have to deal with the constant end of the world threat.

“What was so important that you couldn’t just text me?”

Ladybug took a deep breath. Her fingers slid along his arms as she relaxed her embrace, taking his hands in hers at the end of the line. “Somebody knows my identity,” she said quietly, looking down. “And I don’t know who they are.”

“What?!” Chat’s voice detonated in the previously peaceful quiet of the evening, making a couple of pigeons take off in a loud flutter of wings.

“I’m so sorry, I must have been careless when I got home one night, they must have seen me, I bet it was last week when I was tired and I-”

“My Lady, no offence, but I don’t care about the when and why, just... are you okay?” He tilted her chin up, gently turning her head to each side, checking for any signs of injury.

She placed her hand on his, making him stop, and gave him a soft, sad smile. “Yes, Chaton. Just a little rattled; you know you were the first person I wanted to reveal my identity to. Not including Bunnyx, although technically I never told her who I am.”

“And technically, I’m still the only person who knows who you are,” Bunnyx smugly commented between two handfuls of popcorn. “Now come on, I want to see how you react when you reveal your identities to each other.”

“How do you know somebody knows, though? And do you have any idea what their intentions are?”

Ladybug’s expression darkened. “I received some letters. They’re not signed, but they’ve got enough butterflies on them to make me think that even if they’re not from the biggest pest in Paris, then they’re probably from somebody who’s up to no good.”

Chat Noir swore under his breath, then regained his countenance. “So, what do we do now? Do you think we can hunt down the bugger?”

“We definitely will, but…” Ladybug bit her lip, and Alix leaned forward in her seat. This had to be it. “Chaton, I think the time has come for me to tell you who I am.”

“YES! Finally!” Alix cheered, almost spilling her popcorn bowl.

“Are you sure, my Lady?” Alix didn’t have to be on site to tell that Chat Noir’s heart was beating faster than usual; the corners of his mouth twitched as he repressed a smile, as though his excitement could make her change her mind.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I really want you to know.” In case something happens to me, Alix was pretty sure her friend had left unsaid.

“Okay, okay.” Chat Noir took a deep breath, buzzing with anticipation, so much so that he apparently missed the whole subtext of her previous words. “Do you want to do this now? And how do you want to do it? Do you want me to close my eyes? Are you going to write it on a piece of paper for me to read? Are you going to detransform? Should-”

“I was thinking the latter, and yes, now,” Ladybug said timidly. “Up to you if you want to look or not.”

“For some reason, I feel like I shouldn’t.” He took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles without breaking their eye contact, then took another deep breath and closed his eyes, a blissful smile on his lips. “Ready when you are, my Lady.”

“Ok, here goes.” She let out a shaky breath and called off her transformation. The soft pink glow engulfed her and receded, her suit melting away to reveal her true appearance.

“Wow, Marinette, you actually broke out your favourite dress for this? Glad to see all of this isn’t affecting your ability to think straight.” Alix smirked. If her friend had gone home after a long, stressful work day, and found it in her to change and doll herself up to make a good impression on Chat Noir, things couldn’t be that bad. She had to agree that her dress, simple, white, with little red hearts embroidered on it, was perfect for the occasion, though.

“You can open your eyes now, Chaton.” Marinette gave his hands a squeeze.

Chat Noir obliged, blinking slowly as he took in her appearance, her identity, her. Marinette squirmed under his gaze, his expression not giving away any of his thoughts.

“H-Hi,” she stammered when she couldn’t take it anymore. “I, erm, I guess I should introduce myself? We’ve run into each other before, when we were younger, and even if you actually had lunch with my family that one time, I guess it’s been a while… My name is-”

“Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Chat’s smile finally broke free, spread from ear to ear, almost literally illuminating his face. Alix wondered if anything could ever wipe it off. Love and admiration twinkled in his eyes as he picked her up and started spinning her. Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling giddily, before Chat Noir closed the gap between their lips.

Bunnyx modestly looked away, allowing them to have their moment. Her eyes landed on a rerun of Plagg putting an end to the dinosaurs’ reign.

“I should have known that it was you, Princess.” Chat panted slightly as he carefully set Marinette back on the roof. “Everything makes so much more sense now, I-”

“Before you finish that thought, I can’t know your identity.” She placed her index finger on his lips. “Yet, of course.”

“What?” Chat froze, and so did Bunnyx, her hand pausing midway between the popcorn bowl and her mouth. “But why?”

“I don’t know what might happen to me, but I don’t want to put you in any danger.” Marinette cupped his cheek. “And I don’t want to lose my memories of you. Of us.”

“Oh for Kwami’s sake.” Alix rolled her eyes. “Boo!” She threw a fistful of popcorn at the screen as her friend continued to list all the reasons Chat couldn’t reveal his identity.

“My Lady, Marinette, if you’re worried about your safety, maybe we should do something about it. I could move in with you, or in a flat nearby, maybe, stay transformed or wear a mask at all times so you don’t know who I am, we can figure it out… Of course I know you can protect yourself, but I could stand guard while you sleep, or...” Chat raked his hand through his hair as he thought.

“You know I love you, Chaton, and that’s why I can’t let you do that! You can’t live like that, I can’t ask that of you. Not to mention how difficult it would be for me, do you really think I could resist having you so close, and not trying to get a glimpse of who you are?” She joked, trying to diffuse the sudden tension.

“Then we need to get you a bodyguard,” he insisted.

“I thought about it, but… Well, I can’t really afford it, and how could I justify suddenly needing personal security? I’m just a designer, and nothing I’ve ever done has been avant-garde enough that I should be worried about my safety.” She shook her head.

“Damn, I knew I should have targeted Chat Noir,” Alix swore under her breath. “He would’ve had to reveal his identity, and she definitely wouldn’t have been a pushover on her kitty’s protection matter. Come on Adrien, do something.”

She could tell that he was up to something just by looking at him. He’d been silent for a little too long for it to be natural. Cogs turned in his head, making him squint. He let go of her completely and paced around the roof, almost pulling his hair out as he did so. Alix sensed that whatever was on his mind was going to be big. She leaned forwards in anticipation.

Finally, Chat Noir came to a halt in front of Marinette, the fever in his eyes and his dishevelled hair making him look slightly unhinged.

“Buguinette, I think I’ve got a solution,” he whispered.

“You do?” Marinette’s voice was full of hope, although she looked slightly concerned about him.

“You’re probably not going to like it,” he warned her, lifting a finger.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” She shrugged, taking a step forward.

“Right.” He gave her one last look, an opportunity to stop him before the words tumbled out. She nodded encouragingly. “Okay, here’s the thing. I have it on very good authority that Adrien Agreste is being pressured into getting married by his father.”

“I see Gabriel’s just as delightful as always,” Marinette shook her head.

“Unlike good cheese, he definitely doesn’t get better with time.” Chat smiled bitterly, eyes losing focus a little.

“What’s it got to do with us, though?” Marinette prompted, placing a hand on his arm.

“Oh, Agreste, you absolute genius, I think I know where this is going.” Alix took another handful of popcorn.

“Oh, yes, right.” He cleared his throat. “See, Adrien’s not dating anyone at the moment…” Right, Alix snorted. “And he’s not really planning on starting a relationship with his father breathing down his neck, but, well, he happens to owe me a favour, and I’m sure that he’d be more than happy to put his security detail to good use…”

“So you’re suggesting that I marry Adrien.” Marinette deadpanned.

“Well, er, I actually thought you could just date, but thinking about it… It would be less strange for you to request a bodyguard if your relationship was more serious…” He trailed off.

Alix was impressed by how well he concealed his emotions. His poker face was truly exceptional.

“And you think Adrien would be ready to marry me because of a favour he owes you?” Marinette crossed her arms over her chest, pursing her lips and squinting at him as she tried to pick at his lie.

Alix winced for Chat. Maybe he should have waited a bit before blurting out the (as it turned out) probably only sane option in that situation so he could work out all of the details for himself. Marinette was very good at trying to shake plans to see how solid their foundations were.

“Please. Adrien had a crush on you when you were younger, if anything I could probably smuggle it as another favour, given how perfect the fake scenario would be. Although I guess that since you also liked him… It might just cancel out.” He tapped his lip pensively.

“Adrien had a crush on me?” Marinette frowned. “Oh, you must mean Ladybug. I think Nino mentioned it once.”

“Well, yes, but he also had one on you, Marinette.” Chat stepped forward, mischief twinkling in his eyes as he poked her on the nose.

“Really, now,” she muttered to herself.

“The main reason he didn’t act on it was that he thought you loved somebody else.” Chat smiled ironically.

“Wow, what a pair of idiots.” Marinette chuckled.

“You don’t know the half of it.” He kissed her forehead.

“But you know what?” Marinette didn’t pick up on her partner’s comment. “I’m actually glad we didn’t get together. It probably would have delayed us getting together.” She pressed a peck to his lips. “If we’d gotten together at all in that timeline.” She smirked.

Alix snorted. Out of all the timelines she’d watched unfold in an attempt to keep things in check, there wasn’t a single one where Marinette and Adrien, Ladybug and Chat Noir, didn’t end up together, and not just because of her interventions to help them, and the rest of the planet, stay alive.

Marinette’s face fell at Chat Noir’s lack of response. Alix knew her friend didn’t particularly believe in soulmates, but she understood that she would have liked a sappy Chat Noir special comment on how he’d told her he’d grow onto her anyway, and that she would have soon discovered that the Agreste boy had nothing on him. She assumed that he was too busy restraining himself from saying the wrong thing.

“Actually… What about us, then?” Marinette cleared her throat and looked up at him, eyes glistening slightly in the half light.

“My Lady… If you really think that you being a divorcée will spur me away…” Chat Noir looked down at their entwined hands, locks of blond hair falling in front of his eyes, concealing his giddy smile from her. You sneaky cat, Alix thought.

Marinette followed his gaze, letting out a long sigh as she watched their hands sway lightly. Alix knew her brain was probably trying to find all the flaws in the plan. She crossed her fingers, hoping that it would be enough for her friend to accept. It was perfect, whether they got their act together and figured everything out before the event, or not.

“Fine,” Marinette finally said with resolve, making Alix mentally thank whoever was out there. “I’ll do it on two conditions.”

“Anything, my love.” Chat let out a sigh of relief.

“Firstly, we’re honest with Adrien from the get go. No lying about anything.” Chat nodded along. “Secondly, we get cracking on finding Hawkmoth, and after we do and the divorce is settled, if we even get that far with Adrien because obviously if everything is settled before the wedding we won’t be going through the whole plan…” Chat smiled fondly as she took a deep breath. “After all that, we are getting married.” She gestured between the both of them.

“My Lady, are you proposing to me right meow?” Chat Noir all but purred.

“I guess so.” Marinette shrugged, a smile and a blush spreading on her cheeks.

“Wow, then, I’m definitely putting Adrien in charge of the proposal planning,” he replied with a smirk.

“Chaton!” She stomped her foot, her mildly amused smile cancelling out her frown.

“What?” He teased her.

“Will you? Marry me?” She held his gaze.

“Do you even have to ask?” He chuckled. “You know, my Lady, I’m pretty sure that, in my head, we’ve been married since that speech you gave on the Eiffel Tower during our very first fight. Well, I’ve been married to you; you do whatever you please.”

“You’re such a dork,” Marinette laughed, brushing her nose against his and throwing her arms around his neck.

“And yet you still love me.” He pulled her closer.

“Unfortunately, I do,” she sighed dramatically before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Alix dismissed the screen. She’d seen what she wanted, and it seemed like a good place to stop; a happy, sappy ending. Also, she’d finished all of her popcorn.

Everything was on track, her friends would start their Hawkmoth hunt, and soon everybody in Paris would be able to live without fear of their own negative emotions.

(Of course, that was the theory; she’d soon find out that she’d underestimated Adrien’s will to organise the perfect wedding for Marinette, and that, my friends, was no small oversight.)

#miraculous ladybug #the miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #ml #mlb #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fanart #alix kubdel #bunnyx #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #half-reveal #one-sided reveal #aged-up characters #elle writes #elle sketches #yccom

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dam-multifandom-tingz · 3 years

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marichat may day 5 - nightmares

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"You'll have no friends and Adrien will be mine!"

"How could you, Marinette?"

"Listen, Dupain-Cheng!"

"You know who else uses that excuse? Chloé! I'm starting to see how much you two have in common."

"My father was right, I never should've come to New York."

"ADRIEN!"

I woke up abruptly, my forehead beaded with sweat as various quotes and tones filled my subconscious. I checked my phone, the time showing midnight. I needed some air.

I tiptoed downstairs and quietly made some tea to bring with me to my balcony. The outside world was peaceful and quiet, the warm spring air comforting. I sipped my tea feeling much more relaxed than earlier. My eyes started to close in content, but for some reason, I didn't feel tired.

Suddenly, I heard quiet footsteps landing on my railing, and without opening my eyes, I knew fully well who was paying me a late night visit.

"Hey, chaton. Couldn't sleep?"

"Wait, how'd you know it was me?"

I laughed softly, "Who else would be paying little old me a visit this late? Also, no one else has access to my balcony by stick travel."

Opening my eyes, I noticed him playfully glaring at me. "For the record, it's a staff. And you do make a good point."

I chuckled, sipping my tea some more in our comfortable silence.

"How come you're up, by the way?" Chat questioned after a few minutes.

I was afraid he'd ask that.

Hesitant to share the truth, I quickly put on a fake smile and hoped he wouldn't question further. "I was just designing for a while, decided I needed some fresh air."

He eyed me suspiciously, not believing my lie for one second.

"Princess, it's just me. You can be honest," Chat told me reassuringly, coming closer and kneeling beside me.

My smile melted, and I looked away, ashamed that he could see right through me.

"Just a nightmare...nothing big, I promise," I replied with a weak smile.

His cat ears dropped a bit and his expression softened. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, princess."

Gripping his hand, I smiled larger. "It's alright, chaton, thank you."

He leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, taking me by surprise.

"I'm always here if you need to talk. Cat's honor," Chat said.

I nodded, still at a loss for words due to his previous action. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer, but I finally realized that he was still up this late too. "I'm here if you ever need to talk as well. Just like why you're up this late, hm?"

Chat laughed gently and smirked at me. "You we're always quite the detective when not the princess."

"What can I say? I like answers."

"To answer your question, I just needed some freedom. My civilian life feels so restrained and restricted...I can barely spend time with friends in the minimal free time I have, thanks to my father flooding my schedule with lessons and other so-called 'activities'. Believe me, it's not fun."

"Your life sounds like prison," I muttered.

He shrugged and shot me a half-smile. "And you're the key, princess."

Returning his smile, I whispered to him, "Throughout all of the hardships and struggles, you still have your optimism and confidence. How? How do you stay motivated?"

"It's all in here," he replied, gently pointing to my heart. "You just have to always remember what triggers that feeling and be driven by it."

"Since when was this alley cat so wise?" I joked.

"Since I became your knight in shining leather, purr-haps?"

"Probably."

Planting a light kiss on his cheek, I thanked him again.

"We should both get some sleep. No matter what, it's still late. Good night, chaton, and sleep well."

"Sweet dreams, princess."

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okay i know i said i’d do a double update today

but it’s late again SO I’LL DO IT TOMORROW I PROMISEEE

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celestialtitania · 3 years

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it's always you (part 2)

Written for Day 2: Ghibli AU of Marichat May. I may or may not have cheated with this one, but only because doing a whole AU is beyond me. Thank you to CalicoAndLace for betaing! You can also read on AO3.

Chat Noir leaped across the rooftops before pausing to allow Ladybug to catch up. She huffed as he gave her a cheeky grin.

“Aww m’lady, don’t worry! I’ll never let anyone know that I win all of our races!”

Ladybug’s jaw dropped as she glared at him. “I’ll have you know that I let you win that time!”

“And several times before that?” Chat asked cheerfully, making her bite her lip and turn away in a huff. She threw him a calculating look before hooking her yoyo to the next building.

“Race you to the Eiffel Tower!” She called, already swinging away. Chat Noir laughed. So, that’s how she wants to play it.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind working with a handicap,” he called, vaulting behind her. He tried to get ahead of her, but he overestimated his last jump and ended up crashing into her.

“I guess you could say Eiffel for you,” Chat joked as they detangled themselves. Ladybug rolled her eyes but she was still smiling at him, so Chat decided that it was alright.

He had to turn away from her for a moment, trying to ignore the way his heart had skipped a beat, being so close to her. He couldn’t feel that way anymore, he’d promised himself he’d stop giving into his feelings for her.

When he’d said he was moving on, that had meant something and he always kept his word. Besides, there may be someone else who was creeping into his heart and it was unfair to both of them if he were to hold on to his feelings for Ladybug.

“I don’t think there will be any akumas tonight, Kitty. Let’s head home,” Ladybug yawned.

“Home?” He repeated blankly, his eyes uselessly searching for any sign of an akuma. He would gladly take any excuse that would keep him from having to go home.

Ladybug nodded. “No point in hanging around here, besides I could really do with some sleep.” She frowned as she leaned towards him, causing Chat to fight to keep his blush down. “Is everything okay? You seem even less excited to go home than normal.”

Chat Noir pursed his lips. “I’m fine, it’s just something my Father said that’s bothering me. I’ll get over it.”

That something being the fact that his father had spent over an hour, the only time he got to even see the man, yelling at him about how he was being selfish and a nuisance to his father. All because he dared to ask to have dinner together instead of spending another meal by himself.

The only thing that had been keeping his mind off of it was spending time with Ladybug.

There was a hard, unforgiving look in Ladybug’s eyes, and even knowing it wasn’t directed at him, Chat Noir wanted to flinch away from her. “What did he do?” She demanded to know.

“I can’t tell you.” Ladybug opened her mouth to protest, but he interrupted her. “It has to do with identities,” he lied. He could have told her if he wanted to but he was afraid of what Ladybug would want to do. He knew perfectly well that she would happily drop identities if that meant she got to teach his father a lesson.

Ladybug took in a deep, frustrated breath before sighing. “Alright, Kitty. You win. But please tell someone you know in your civilian life. Keeping things bottled inside isn’t the way to handle it.”

Chat Noir nodded but Ladybug wasn’t satisfied with that. “Promise me,” she demanded. Chat Noir didn’t want to. Promising Ladybug meant that he had to follow through; his traitorous heart wouldn’t accept anything else. And the last thing he wanted to do was tell anyone about his feelings; it was so much easier to cope when he could put on a happy face and shove his hurt way deep down inside of him.

But looking into her pleading blue eyes had him melting. It always touched his heart to see her caring about him. “I promise,” he muttered in defeat. She gave him a soft smile before swinging away.

He hesitated, his baton ready to head towards home. But the last thing Chat Noir wanted to do tonight was to be alone in his gigantic room. He glanced in the opposite direction. There was one place that had someone who would be happy to keep him company.

If the excitement of getting to see her had him moving faster than usual, then well, nobody needed to know about it.

He landed on her balcony, dropping inside her room with a cheerful greeting. “Hi, Princess!” he called out.

Marinette let out a yelp, looking strangely frazzled. “Chat Noir? I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight. I mean you’re more than welcome but you never come over today,” she sighed once she had finished talking. “I’m happy you’re here,” she said at last.

Chat Noir walked over to her, pulling her into a fierce hug and burying his face in her neck. Marinette stiffened in surprise before relaxing and hugging him back. He wanted to stay there forever and soak in her warmth.

“Kitty, is everything okay?” She murmured in his ear, one of her hands reaching up to stroke his hair.

“I’m okay,” he said, pulling himself away from her. “Seeing you always makes me feel better,” Chat grinned. He was a little startled to realize it was true. When he was with Marinette, that echo of his Father, expressing his disappointment in him and telling him how he was a failure to the brand, went silent. It had never done that before, not even with Ladybug.

Chat frowned, thinking about those implications and what that meant for him. Distractedly, Chat glanced up to see Marinette watching him worriedly. He felt another rush of affection for her before an idea popped into his head.

“Can I stay here with you for a while? Maybe watch some anime?” He asked hopefully, giving her his best kitten eyes.

Marinette laughed. “Grab my laptop and head up there,” she gestured towards her bed. “I’ll go grab the snacks,” she called as she opened the hatch leading to the rest of her home. Chat grinned, as he did what she had asked.

He got comfy against the giant cat pillow Marinette had on her bed when his eyes caught the pictures on her board. There were more of him, as Chat Noir this time, along with group shots. He still wondered why she had taken down his photos as Adrien when she said they were for helping her with designs, but Chat knew better than to ask.

Marinette arrived soon after with a plate full of croissants and macarons, making him sigh blissfully.

“Dupain-Cheng croissants. You spoil me,” he shook his head before grabbing one of the flaky pastries and shoving it in his mouth. He moaned in delight while Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.

“These are really good,” he defended himself as she laughed.

“Which movie do you want to watch?” She asked as she balanced the plate and her laptop between them. “Spirited Away?” She guessed but Chat Noir shook his head.

“Not feeling in a Spirited Away sort of mood. Kiki’s Delivery Service alright with you?” Marinette nodded and set up the movie. As it began to play, she wrapped her arms around him.

Cuddling with her as they watched Kiki fly on her broomstick, things felt right.

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e-milieeee · 4 years

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what if we already are (what we’ve been dying to become)—Marichat

Summary: Hawkmoth’s defeat should mark a joyous occasion for Paris’ superheroes, but instead, Chat Noir finds his entire world breaking apart.

(Marinette’s determined to help him build it back together, piece by piece.)

Notes: i... forgot to post this? reveal fic with uH angst and some healing and tears ahHAHAha whoops

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The whole world was made of fire—suffocating, terrifying fire—yet Adrien was drowning.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Even as the rest of them apprehended Hawkmoth (no, not Hawkmoth: Gabriel Agreste, his father), Adrien didn’t help. Pieces of glass from the battle littered the ground, chaos spread all around, unfurling inside him, and the yawning pit of horror and fear and disbelief opened wider.

Hawkmoth was his father.

He watched as the butterfly pin was taken, watched as Hawkmoth was led away, watched as his father’s lips moved, addressing him in words that didn’t reach Adrien’s ears. Plagg, who had hovered a little ways away after he had released his transformation, flew up to Adrien and nestled in his hair. If he offered any words of comfort, Adrien didn't hear them.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, drowning and drowning and drowning like there was no end to how deep the water could drag him down. The only breath of air was when the familiar sight of red and black dropped into his line of vision and Ladybug’s hand rested on his shoulder.

“Adrien,” she said.

Adrien. His name seemed to ring in his ears, growing louder until his head felt like it was going to burst. Adrien Agreste. She knew. Ladybug knew who he was.

Adrien Agreste, son of Gabriel Agreste—son of Hawkmoth.

The water once again dragged him under, and Adrien felt himself whisper the words of transformation before he was fleeing as fast as he could. Glass cracked under his feet like bones. Ladybug’s shouts for him to stay only made him run faster, and then Chat Noir was scrambling blindly through Paris, wind tearing at his face and guilt tearing even more viciously at his heart. He didn’t know where he was going, but all he knew was that he needed to get away.

For a very long time, the city blurred for Chat. Something seemed to carry him along, kept him going until he reached his destination.

There. The school. Perched on the roof, Chat looked down. Ladybug’s magic had fixed everything, it seemed, because not a brick was out of place. The crack that ran through the courtyard was gone. Everything was the same, even if nothing was anymore.

Inside him, a hurricane of emotions continued to swirl, each demanding their own share of his misery. They mixed and danced until Chat couldn’t tell them apart, but it didn’t matter. After all, they were only there to serve as a reminder of who his father was. And, as an extension, who he was.

Chat blinked, expecting to feel a prickling in his eyes—anything—but no tears came. Gabriel Agreste had always been a quiet, driven man, even when Emilie was still alive. But there had always been memories of better days, when his father had put aside his work to lift him up on his shoulders, running around the house and laughing while his mother chased them with a broom. There was the time his father had attended his piano recital, watching fondly with his mother tucked in the crook of his arm, standing up to clap when Adrien finished. There was the time they had decided to bake together as a family and eight-year-old Adrien splashed a bowl of melted butter over Gabriel by accident and received a bowl of flour over his head as revenge.

Such warm memories, once treasured pieces Adrien clung onto. Now they were tainted with new ones: seeing his mother in the glass coffin; Hawkmoth’s detransformation falling to reveal his father; the way he had attacked Ladybug, his friends and him.

A soft zing sounded behind him, and Chat whirled around in fright and surprise. Ladybug stood, blue eyes like the sky, even though the sky today was covered in a dark, angry grey.

A wave of terror swept over Chat. What did she think of him now that she knew the boy underneath the suit? It had always been Chat Noir which he favoured over Adrien Agreste. Who would she see when she looked at him? Her partner Chat Noir, or Adrien the son of Hawkmoth? Or maybe Chat Noir, son of Hawkmoth?

“Stay away,” he managed to croak, scrambling to his feet. Above their heads, thunder clapped and lightning streaked. A storm was on its way. “I’m—I’m—” The words caught in his throat, refusing to come out.

Ladybug raised her hands in a placating gesture. “Adrien,” she ventured, and he flinched back violently. She tried again. “Chat. It’s okay.”

“You know who I am.” The words were shameful, and he wished desperately they weren’t true.

Ladybug’s blue eyes remained locked with his, anchoring his feet to the ground, not letting him flee again. Then, without looking away, she whispered, “Tikki, spots off.”

As the bright pink light of her transformation faded, the first drops of rain began to fall as well. Before him stood Ladybug—no, not Ladybug. Before him was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chat’s breath caught in his throat. His father momentarily forgotten, he took in the sight of her: black hair tied by red ribbons, brilliant blue eyes. The shape of her face. The sweep of her bangs, which were beginning to get soaked by the rain. Everything about her was so, so familiar.

How had he been so blind? Marinette, bringing the class pastries from her family’s bakery. Ladybug’s kind smile as she spoke gently, softly to akuma victims. Marinette, laughing as she kicked his ass once more in Ultimate Mecha Strike. Ladybug, whooping as they raced across Paris. Marinette, full of warmth and love and determination and a kindness that extended to everyone. Ladybug, always selfless and brave and beautiful.

Of course. Who else could Ladybug be but Marinette?

And how vast the chasm between them. Marinette Dupain-Cheng didn’t deserve Adrien Agreste as her partner.

The thought swept through him and seized hold of his heart. With all the willpower he had left, he ripped his gaze from hers and turned to run again.

He only managed a single step forward before a hand latched onto his wrist. Before Chat could go anywhere, Marinette was tugging him back, rain streaking down her cheeks like tears. She said, “Stay.”

A choked gasp left him, and with it, all the struggle dissipated. Chat let Marinette tug him towards her, collapsing into her arms as she wrapped them around his body, tight and unrelenting. The storm threatened to tear him away, but she clung to him so strongly that he was anchored.

“Chat,” she repeated. “Adrien. It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he told her. “It’s not. You—you know who I am. I’m—my father—Hawkmoth’s my father.”

Marinette didn’t let go of him. The smell of apples and vanilla all around her—it was Ladybug’s scent; Marinette’s scent.

“And you,” he continued. “You’re Marinette. How was I so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid,” she replied. Slowly, she removed his hands around her, only to put him at arm's length so she could meet his eyes. “You are every bit the person I would want you to be, chaton.”

“You don’t need to say that to make me feel better.”

A laugh left Marinette as well, but it was quieter, maybe a little sad. She gave his shoulder a little push down, and Chat sat at her command. His body felt too numb, too out of control to resist. “Let me tell you a story. About you.”

About me. What good story could there to be tell about him? What a tale they could spin; Paris’ protector finding out the person Paris needed protection from was his own flesh and blood.

“When I first met you,” she began, “as Adrien Agreste, I hated you.”

The rain continued to splash down, and Chat felt his heart grow cold. Of course she did. Because how could Marinette, light incarnate, love somebody like him? All those days of pining after Ladybug, and he had never realized just how far apart they truly were.

“Then,” Marinette continued, “you gave me your umbrella when it was raining, and I fell in love with you.”

His breath caught in his throat. When he looked at Marinette’s eyes, they were wide and serious.

She fell in love with me.

“Why?” he whispered.

Marinette placed a hand on his cheek, letting the rain gather on her palms as it streaked down both their faces. “Because you were kind,” she replied. “Because you were generous enough to give a stranger your umbrella when it was raining. I began to notice you more after that, and I realized that you were so… you shined so bright. Even though you were famous, you were still humble. Even though you had the best grades in the class, you never bragged about it. There’s never a person you’ve been unkind to, even though they were unkind to you. The more I knew you, the more I loved you.”

The words repeated in Chat’s head like a broken record. “You loved me,” he echoed. “You loved me. As Adrien.”

“Yes,” Marinette agreed. “I loved you as Adrien. And I loved you as Chat Noir, as my partner and my other half. Except I didn’t want to admit it because I thought that I could only be in love with Adrien Agreste. Now that I see you, I don’t know how I could ever have imagined it to be anybody else.”

Chat continued to stare at her. Marinette met his gaze squarely, determination written all over her face. Every word she had said was the truth, no matter how ludicrous and outlandish and surreal it sounded. Just like the truth that his father was Hawkmoth, but this—this truth spoke of a kinder, more hopeful reality.

“Do you love me still?” he finally asked. “After you know who my father is?”

“I don’t care who your father is,” Marinette replied immediately, firmly, before he could even start fearing her answer. “You are not your father, and you’ve more than proven that to me. You’ve more than proven that to everyone. Especially yourself, Adrien.”

He breathed. For the first time since he had found out Hawkmoth’s identity, he truly, deeply, breathed. Then, “Plagg, claws in.”

A flash of light later, it was Adrien standing in front of Marinette. He searched her face for any signs of regret, any disgust, but all he could see was understanding and kindness.

“Adrien.” Marinette’s voice was barely above a whisper. She raised a hand to his face again, wiping at the water that kept on dripping down, drenching his clothing. “You have no idea how happy I am that it’s you.”

She pulled him into another hug and this time, Adrien let himself fall right into it. Her arms remained tight around him, and even as the storm around them raged, the one inside seemed to quiet down ever so slightly.

“None of us care that Hawkmoth’s your father,” she breathed. “It doesn’t matter. It won’t change the fact that you’re loved, Adrien. Just know that.”

Loved. The word pierced through him, finally breaking the dam he had been labouring so hard to hold up. He wept into Marinette’s shoulder out of pain and fright and relief and happiness all at once. Loved. It shattered something inside him, something already broken, and broke it so completely, so wonderfully. And Adrien realized that he believed Marinette—believed wholly with all of his bruised, fractured heart that what she said was true. That she loved him, as Adrien Agreste, as Chat Noir, as Gabriel Agreste’s son.

“It’s okay,” Marinette repeated yet again. “And it’s okay if you’re not okay.”

He sobbed until the tears ran out altogether and even after that, Adrien clung to Marinette like a lifeline. She didn’t let go either, hands soothing against his back, whispering quiet words that Adrien could finally believe.

Adrien was the one who pulled back that time. Marinette smiled at him, her face radiant, and he tried to mirror it. “Look,” he said. “I got your clothing all drenched with my tears.”

She wiped wet hair out of her face and laughed. “Looks like I did the same to you. Seems to me that we’re even on this one, kitty.”

Surprised delight unfurled in him hearing her call him that nickname. Then Adrien was smiling wider, more genuinely. His father was still a weight on his heart, but Marinette was there, holding his hand and not letting him carry it alone.

“I’m glad it was you,” Adrien admitted at last. Thunder rumbled, directly above their heads. “But at the same time, of course it was you.”

“Yes,” Marinette agreed. “Although look at how dumb we were. We couldn’t look past our own crushes to see the person we loved loved us right back.”

The person we loved. Adrien’s heart still stammered at that, leaped and soared and sang to hear such words from her. He wasn’t sure he would ever, ever hear it enough.

Marinette’s laugh suddenly cut through the air. It chimed like bells. “I would get so nervous around you,” she recalled. “I would stammer, freeze up, and could never look you in the eye. To think you were Chat Noir the whole time, and I was turning down the same boy I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence around because how hopelessly in love I was. Isn’t it ridiculous?”

“I can do you one better. I spent so much time convincing myself that you were just a friend and I couldn’t be in love with you because I loved Ladybug, but you were Ladybug all along.” Then he paused. “Wait. That means those pictures in your room…”

Adrien watched as Marinette’s face turned a dark shade of pink. “... they weren’t for your so called designer purposes, were they?” He feigned surprise. “Why, did you have a crush on me, m’lady?”

She smacked his arm. “Shut up.”

He sighed. “I guess all the times I professed my love to you might’ve not actually been for vain. It’s truly touching.”

“Shut up,” Marinette growled, now crimson. “You insufferable cat—”

She broke off, seemed to remember something, then scrunched her face into an expression of determination. Before Adrien could figure out what was happening, Marinette snatched a handful of his shirt and tugged him down to her height, lips brushing over his.

It was all over in a second. Adrien gaped at her like a fish out of water and Marinette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a shy smile spreading across her face. “For what it’s worth,” she murmured. “Maybe it’s—maybe it’s too early to say this, and it’s okay if you don’t return the sentiment, but I want to spend my life with you. With Adrien and Chat Noir. As Marinette and Ladybug.”

This time, it was joy that bloomed through his chest, full and bright. “Yes,” he breathed. “Yes. Me too.”

Marinette’s smile was the sun, her eyes the sky, and Adrien’s world was bright and clear despite the rain. She held out a hand to him, and he took it.

It’s okay if you’re not okay. The road to healing was a long one, and Adrien knew that it wasn’t overnight that he could finally come to peace with the fact that his father had been Hawkmoth. It wasn’t overnight that he could understand the reasons, to forgive and let go. But that was okay.

Broken, he might be. But broken could be fixed, and if anyone could help him do so, it was Marinette.

End notes: This is part of a set of three loosely connected drabbles (that all work as standalones). Here’s part one.

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syeko · 3 years

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MariChat May: Day 3 - Dirt

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Marinette was going to kill him.

Though he would argue that it wasn’t his fault the pot just so happened to be perched in a perfect position for him to knock it over. The rather tidy balcony was now a mess of clay shards amongst a pile of dirt and stems. Staring at the mess that he made, Chat knew that he should definitely be feeling sorry for the jostled flowers, but at the moment all he could feel was a resound itch that simply would not leave him.

His claws twitched, eyes falling on another one of Marinette’s flower pots, the clay just begging him to reach out and swipe at it. He was on all fours, interest fully captured by the flower pot as he traced patterns swirling across the clay with his eyes. It was only slightly bigger than the last one (no doubt making for a very satisfying fall), the bright red flowers overflowing its edges taunting him silently. Chat blinked, one leather clad hand slowly inching towards the pot, wondering how mad Marinette would be if he actually-

“Chat Noir?”

He yelped, scrambling backwards as he heard her behind him, her voice breaking whatever spell he had been trapped under. When had she gotten there? Eyes widening as his actions finally registered, he swallowed before turning around to face his imminent doom.

“Oh hey Princess, what are you doing here?” he threw her his best awkward smile while he attempted to block her view as she came up from the trapdoor, one eyebrow raised quizzically at him.

“I live here, kitty,” her eyebrows furrowed, and Chat felt himself sweating suddenly.

“O-oh, really? I hadn’t noticed- didn’t even realize this was your lovely balcony actually, would you believe?” he chuckled, shoving a shard of clay away with his boot.

“Really?” She crossed her arms, narrowed blue eyes settling on the absolute dirty mess around Chat’s feet and the feline hero felt himself inevitably blush in embarrassment. “Because I’m pretty sure my lovely balcony is now covered in dirt. Care to explain what happened?”

Chat’s cheeks burned even more, ears drooping as he twisted his ring around his finger - a habit he’d accidentally picked up to calm himself. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he suddenly took intense interest in his boots as he racked his brain for a plausible explanation, because truth be told- he didn’t really have one. And judging by Marinette’s demeanor, he wasn’t entirely certain if the truth would be welcome either. What would he say?

Hey I saw some pots on your pretty balcony and I had the inexplicable urge to knock them all over even though I know you probably wouldn’t like that.

He shook his head, embarrassment sitting heavy and warm in the pit of his stomach. He himself wasn’t entirely sure what came over him, but the longer he went on as Chat Noir the more unexplainable urges and behaviours he found himself experiencing. It was frustrating, particularly when he’d tried to question Plagg about it. The kwami had simply spewed some random nonsense about ‘inevitable quirks of the trade’ (whatever that meant) before busying himself once again with his Camembert. Chat entertained the idea of seeking Ladybug's help, but eventually forgoing the idea in favour of keeping some form of dignity around his Lady. He couldn’t have her thinking he was more incapable than he probably already was.

Which left him to deal with whatever changes his body was going through alone, trying and failing to figure out exactly what was going on. All he knew was that he was starting to feel increasingly fidgety as the days went by, an itch building up underneath his skin, crawling all over him until his body was forced to move and act without his permission to seek some sort of relief. Unfortunately, that relief happened to come at the expense of Marinette’s rather lovely flowers, now strewn about haphazardly across her balcony. The guilt that seared through him was almost as bad as the itch that had been driving him (quite literally) up the wall.

“Chat..? Are you..purring?”

His head snapped up at the question, eyes wide. He was what now?

“Am I...I’m sorry what?”

Gone was the borderline glare Marinette was sending him earlier, replaced instead with worry as her beautiful blues searched his face. She took a few, careful steps towards him, mouth twisted slightly as she stopped right in front of him. He felt jittery as he watched her move, muscles taught as she approached, which confused him. On the few occasions that he’d run into her, he’d never once felt as tense and stiff as he did then. He’d always felt somewhat at ease around his classmate, considering usually he only ran into her whenever there was an akuma around.

Now the first non-akuma related impression of him would be tainted with dirt, broken pots, and one trespassing idiot, his mind helpfully supplied, serving only to sour his mood further. He shoved the thought aside.

Slender, warm, fingers carefully touched his arm, cutting off his thoughts and calming him marginally, the buzzing of his skin lessening ever so slightly at her touch. Chat briefly wondered how those fingers would feel carding through his hair, scratching him, finally relieving him of this horrible, horrible itch-

“You were purring,” she repeated, gently, “are you okay?”

Chat silently pleaded for the floor to open up and swallow him whole right then and there.

Marinette’s eyes captured his, brilliant blue boring into green, and he could see the worry and confusion swimming in her gaze. Chat wondered how much of a silly, embarrassing mess he probably looked. He twisted his ring some more, ears flickering as his stomach did somersaults, making him all the more unsteady. He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry, Marinette,” he mumbled, not finding it in himself to put more energy into his words. He still hadn’t thought of a plausible excuse for how or why her balcony was now such a mess. “I’ll buy you another pot, and clean up the mess-”

“Hey, hey,” Marinette’s voice, sweet and soothing against his fraying nerves, “don’t worry about it, I wanted to declutter anyways,” she smiled at him, reassuring and so kind. Chat knew in the back of his mind that she was only trying to make him feel better, but the fact that she was covering for him only served to make the guilty pit in his gut grow heavier.

He shook his head, opening his mouth, hesitating, and then closing it.

“It’s just a silly pot, I shouldn’t have been so aggressive with you,” she winced and Chat was quick to correct her.

“No, Princess! If anything I shouldn’t have even been on your balcony but I was just-” he cut himself off, cheeks heating up once more at the reminder of how utterly silly he probably sounded- will sound - if he told her the truth.

“Just..?” Marinette prompted gently, “Come on, kitty, you can tell me what happened. You look like you could use some cheering up,”

Chat saw nothing but patience and genuine concern in her gaze, and he instantly berated himself for thinking that Marinette would be anything other than sweet and understanding. The feline hero let out a small sigh, shoulders slumping as his eyes inevitably found the floor once again.

“Honestly, there’s not too much to tell,” he shrugged a little, self-conscious, “I don’t even know if this would make much sense to you- not that I’m doubting you or a-anything! But lately I’ve been having these uh...urges,” he grimaced at the word.

Marinette hummed, head tilting a little as she frowned a little, “Urges? What do you mean?”

He pointed helplessly at the broken clay shards about them, giving up all hope of regaining whatever remaining dignity he had in front of Marinette.

“This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous, and I don’t know why but I saw your pots, and they were lined up so nicely, I just had to knock them down,”

“Chat-”

He kept going, on a roll now that he’d started, “And there’s this- this itch that only keeps getting worse and I’ve tried to scratch at it but it’s all over,” he fidgeted, still not able to meet her eyes “and now apparently I’m purring too. Everything is so uncomfortable and it’s so embarrassing- you don’t need to see me like this.”

He felt his eyes prickle, blurring the edges of his boots.

“Kitty, look at me,” Marinette spoke after a moment, and Chat wondered how someone could be so calm and gentle after being subjected to such rambling. He blinked harshly to dispel the extra moisture in his eyes before hesitantly lifting his head. He figured that he owed her that much at least.

Her eyes seemed to brighten, or maybe it was just a trick of the afternoon sun, but his heart skipped a beat all the same as deep shades of blue washed over him. A rush of warmth and calm washed over him.

“First off, there’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she smiled a little, a hint of pink dusting her nose and cheeks, “It sounds to me, and I’m guessing here really,” she let out an odd chuckle, and Chat didn’t have time to think too much of it before she was speaking again, “that somehow it’s a side effect of your Miraculous powers, which isn’t your fault. I’m really glad you told me, though,”

At that, Chat blinked, confusion making his brows furrow as he replayed her words.

“You are?”

“Yes! It means that you trust me enough to tell me, and I’m honoured, Chat,” she gently rubbed circles into his arm, her touch making him want to melt, until he was nothing more than a puddle in her hands. He wasn’t sure why Marinette was having such a profound effect on him, but strangely enough, he couldn’t find it in himself to be bothered. If there was anyone he wouldn’t mind turning into putty for(other than his lovely Lady of course), it would be Marinette.

“And I think, I might even know how to help,”

Now that surprised him, and he didn’t doubt the various capabilities he’d seen his classmate exhibit, but he was at a loss for how a civilian would be able to help with what appeared to be magical side effects. He was weary as much as he was suddenly extremely curious.

Her laugh brought him out of his reverie, and he twitched underneath her touch. She waved a hand, giggles dying down.

“Your face,” she grinned, reaching up to smoothen out the crease of his brow beneath the mask and he shivered, “don’t worry Chat, I think I know what I’m doing.”

Confidence twinkled in her eyes, and Chat had no doubt that he was in good hands.

#miraculous ladybug #marichatmay2021 #marichat #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #ku writes

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Once more Chat had prodded Marinette awake in the obscenely early hours of the morning; there were times when her boyfriend channeled a few of the less desirable traits of a feline, one of them being vying for her attention at two o’clock in the morning. Still, whenever she tried to be grumpy about it, one look at his masked face and the blazing compassion for her it invariable held would always melt her heart on the spot. It was a little harder that particular morning, since they had made quite merry with Alya and Nino, having rung in the New Year together on the balcony of her apartment; considering what all four of them had done, she was surprised Adrien had been able to recall his transformation phrase, let alone apparently craft some sort of surprise that he desperately needed to show her.

When it came to her kitty, though, she tended not to deny him anything. So, she reluctantly had gotten up and tossed on something warm to ward off the chill of the winter morning. Although Chat hadn’t said anything, she’d intuitively known he didn’t want her to transform, something that was confirmed when he’d scooped her into his black-cladded arms, told her to close her eyes, and then vaulted out into the moonlit night.

The wind had whistled through her hair as Chat made his way to his secret destination, and she hugged him a bit closer just because she could. His muscles rippled smoothly beneath her as he dashed over one rooftop and then leapt easily to another; as always, it never seemed like he was making much effort at all, though she knew he was taking extra care to ensure she remained comfortably snuggled against his magical-leather-clad chest. At length, he’d dropped easily onto a final rooftop – she assumed it was such, given her own sense of height, honed from her years as Ladybug – then gently set her on her feet before she heard him step backwards.

How on earth did we manage to get to Day 29 of @marichatmay 2021 already? As I start to wind the month down with the grand finale, my thanks to those of you who've been with me on this journey. (So far, I've not started babbling to myself in the corner, but there are two days left to go...)

#marichat #marichatmay2021 #miraculous chat noir #miraculous marichat #miraculous marinette #miraculous fanfic #marinette dupain cheng #chat x marinette

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Signs of Ladybug's crush on Chat Noir - Part 4

Your Resident Ladynoir Trash presents the final Exhibit D!

More under the cut.

Okay, before I begin with the episodes, I am going to start off with something I noticed in the intro.

Marinette trips over a black cat.

Not just anything.

It could have been anything, but they chose A BLACK CAT.

And what happens a few seconds later, Adrien helps her out by giving her her bag.

Marinette responds like Marinette would.

Translation: Marinette would/already has fallen for Chat Noir, but is blinded by Adrien.

In a show that relies heavily on its symbolism, this is a good theory.

Up next, the only Marichat moment in Chat Blanc.

I won't say that Adrien keeping the fact that he knew Ladybug's identity was a perfect decision, but he knew that Ladybug would not want both of them knowing who the other one was until she was ready.

Adrien and Marinette dated for a few months, didn't they? So when he was with her when she was Ladybug,he had to be platonic towards Ladybug. And the most important thing. MARINETTE WASN'T UPSET HE KEPT IT A SECRET. She was so happy that the person she loved and the person she trusted with her whole life was the same guy. She wasn't like "waaaa why did you date me only because I was Ladybug" like in the salt fics. She went, "Adrien is Chat?! Hold me, Chaton-" in a matter of seconds. She melted into his arms.

Nothing would ever convince me that Marinette loves Chat Noir more than that.

Ladybug is inching away from Chat Blanc, not from fear, but from WORRY.

Even in her last moments, she's leaning towards him, trying to help him even though he has become the embodiment of destruction.

Even his burn marks are edging towards her, like he was leaning towards her too.

And Gabriel just tried to protect himself.

She doesn't directly go for the attack like she would with any normal Akuma. Her first instinct is to comfort him and let him know that she is there for him.

Ladybug: “You don’t need my miraculous, Chat Noir. You need me to de-evilise you!”

Chat Blanc: “Save me.”

Ladybug: “My poor kitty. Do you know where the akuma went? Tell me.”

And the first thing she does is grab his bell. Does she know him well or what?

Almost all her attacks against Chat Blanc are defensive and not offensive.

And the most, most important thing. She never called him Chat Blanc. Even when he was monstrous, even when he threw her into the sea, even when he threatened to destroy the universe, she still saw him as Chat Noir.

"You will always be Chat Noir to me."

And he doesn't even do anything to stop her, btw. He even gave her a clue to where his Akuma was.

She's so relieved that she got him back. Softness level: Infinity times 1000

She takes the time to hug him after all he went through and reassure him that she will fix everything.

She gave up on Adrien knowing who she was, she gave up on Adrien knowing how she FELT, she gave up on everything she wanted, all so she could save Chat Noir.

She called him so she could cuddle with him I-

In the episode, 'Ladybug' after she proves to Chat Noir that the Ladybug he almost kissed was a sentimonster, Chat has this to say about the sentimonster.

"But she's much more elaborate than what we've faced before! She's so perfect, there's nothing monstrous about her at all!"

"Sorry, kitty, but you should have known, I'm nowhere near as perfect as her."

Both Ladybug and Chat use the word 'perfect' in two different ways.

Chat uses it to describe the sentimonster as a perfect likeness of the original Ladybug, someone he got easily fooled by.

Ladybug uses it to describe the sentimonster as a perfect, flawless, better version of her.

But literally, all that is different about Sentibug and Ladybug (other than the fact that one is a sentimonster and the other is human) is that Sentibug appeared to be in love with Chat Noir.

So what is Ladybug trying to say? For her to be perfect (in the way she uses it), she would have to be in love with Chat Noir? And that is the one thing that is stopping her from being perfect like Sentibug?

"I'll always love you just the way you are, m'lady."

She takes the time to smile back at him, and to me atleast, she looks a bit relieved here, more than just flattered.

They cute or whatever.

Them falling on top of each other is occurring more frequently, and unlike Season 1, Chat doesn't stop to flirt with her anymore. Boom. Character development.

In Season 1.

In Season 3.

Boom. Character development.

When Hawkmoth throws away Chat Noir, Ladybug had Mayura in her grasp. All she had to do was grab her miraculous, and everything would have been over.

Chat Noir would have been able to handle himself. Both of them have been thrown from greater heights before, and both of them always survived.

Instead, she chose to throw away what could have been a good opportunity to defeat Hawkmoth and saved Chat instead.

Chat Noir: "You had Mayura right where you wanted her! I could have managed by myself, why did you do that?"

A few minutes earlier,

Sentibug: 'Listen to your heart.'

Ladybug: OH, listen to your brain!'

Why didn't Ladybug take her own advice?

"Because we are Ladybug and Chat Noir. Ladybug by itself doesn't sound half as cool."

When Ladybug fought Chat Blanc, he said this,

"Our love did this to the world, m'lady."

And that. That is what prompted her to say this in Loveater.

" I CAN'T be in love with you Chat Noir, you know that."

There's a pretty huge ass difference between 'not being in love' and 'can't be in love'.

Not being in love with someone is involuntary. It’s something you can’t control.

Ladybug sounds like she's telling herself voluntarily to not be in love with Chat.

That morning, she was so happy he got a girlfriend.

That very AFTERNOON,

"Is this a part of your plan to try and make me jealous?"

"Not calling me m'lady anymore?"

Chat Noir: "Are you jealous of Ryuko, right now?"

Ladybug: "What? No! Of course not!"

Sorry LB, you ain't fooling anyone. Especially since the nicknames come from a romantic place from him.

I would never deny or downplay that Luka was incredibly sweet and comforting to Marinette at the end of Loveater.

Yeah, but that's just it. He relieved Marinette of her guilt and stress, but it didn't go away. Not that it is his or her fault at all. Both of them were victims of circumstances.

When Ladybug admits tearfully to Chat Noir that it was her fault that everything was going wrong, he listens to her, and he doesn't blame her for anything.

You can see it in his face how understandably confused he is that she is doubting herself when he knows how strong and capable she is. More than anyone, in fact.

"Hey, the most important thing right now is to save Master Fu before the sentimonster destroys his shield. And we'll need a focused Ladybug for that. Forget about everything that happened, okay?"

He doesnt dismiss her mistakes, but he doesn't scold her for them either. He tells her that she is more than capable of fixing them. And at that moment, Marinette and Ladybug didn't just need comfort, she needed REASSURANCE.

And Chat Noir was the one who gave it to her.

This one scene healed me, cleared my skin and restored my faith in everything.

The camera pans out and shows that they are truly alone. They are the only heroes left. The fate of Fu and the Miracle box lies on them.

And yet, they're not alone. Because they have each other.

Chat let Ladybug break away from the hug when she felt it was right. He's one of those people who never breaks a hug first because he never knows just how much the other person needs it.

And Ladybug doesn't let go of him until she just...relaxes in his arms.

She's once again terrified of making the same mistakes again, but her face doesn't clear until she looks at him.

Gotta say, I loved how Adrien/Chat stepped and did all the planning BECAUSE he knew how overwhelmed she was feeling.

And once she again becomes overwhelmed, he's still there at her side, whether it is to fight by her or comfort her.

And she willingly leans on him for emotional support, without feeling self conscious about it like with Luka.

Think about it. Miracle Queen changed the entire premise of the show.

A,Chloe is no longer Ladybug and Chat Noir's ally.

B,Hawkmoth and Mayura have Master Fu's translated grimoire.

C,The peacock miraculous is fixed.

D,Master Fu loses his memories.

E,The identity of every hero except Ladybug, Chat Noir and Bunnyx is revealed to Hawkmoth.

F,Marinette becomes the guardian.

G,Adrien and Marinette look for other opportunities in love.

Everything has changed. That is, everything except Ladybug and Chat Noir's dynamic.

"You and me against the world?"

"As always."

They love each other so much. How could you look at them and say that they are toxic?

Instagram picture time!

I LOVE that they are free enough with each other to clown around like this.

Uh huh, sure. Deny it all you want. We know better.

They didn’t let the rain stop them from spending time together continuing patrol.

She’s so concerned for him!

And was she in that close contact with him that they BOTH got sick at the same time-

I can’t get over how he looks at her. I never will get over how he looks at her.

This picture was posted a few days after Chat Blanc and since the instas roughly follow the canon timeline, it’s lovely to see Ladybug spending more time with him and assuring him that she does care.

In conclusion to this long meta that spawned over 4 long posts - Ladybug deeply loves and cares for Chat Noir more than her own life but is in denial about it romantically. Here’s to hoping she realises it soon!

Because at the end of the day, it’s them against the world. Always.

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #marinette #ladynoir #marichat #signs #meta

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san-fics · 3 years

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Responsible and silly

MLB fan fiction

MisterNoir/LadyNoir, Marichat, Adrianette

Part 4

Lady Noir opened her eyes slowly, finding the buildings around all at their places again. At least as much as she could see from her current position.

She was held in a strong embrace, her cheek pressed into warm chest, her body resting on Mister Bug’s lap.

“I thought I’ve lost you.” He whispered, not letting go of his grip on her.

Lost? Her? Oh, right.

The last thing Lady Noir remembered was fighting an acuma that morning, one particularly destructive.

It was throwing sharp metal discs to the buildings and people, making the first ones crack and fall and the second ones... well, fall too.

Mister Bug needed an opportunity to call for the Lucky Charm, and Lady Noir knew it was a moment of weakness in his defense. So when she saw the acuma attacking her partner in the very moment of his vulnerability, Lady Noir throw herself against the disc, jumping in his direction.

“Cataclism!” She yelled, destroying the disc on the fly as another one hit her in the next second. And everything went dark.

“It’s ok, Chat... Bug.” She said, trying to destruct herself from comfortable warmth of his body.

“Don’t you ever do it to me again.” He whispered, rolling Lady Noir a little to look into her face. Tears were trembled in his eyes.

“Hey,” she whispered back, not being able to keep her hand from touching his face. “That’s what black cat’s job is — to protect her bug.”

She could see Mister Bug held his breath on her words. She realized she was holding hers too.

His eyes were so open, so full of infinite love in this moment. She knew, that no matter what, if she rejects him or not, if her feelings to him are romantic or platonic, — but when they were watching into each other’s eyes, she just knew, this boy was hers. Her ‘bug’ or ‘cat’ — it didn’t really metter.

But hers.

Mister Bug found his voice first.

“Well, I’m happy, that from tomorrow this part of a job will be mine again. Turns out I didn’t think it all through, when I suggested to swap.” Tender loving smile adorned his lips.

“And I have to watch you dieing again?” Lady Noir asked, tears filling her eyes.

Mister Bug gently touched her face, wiping tears with a slow movement. His hand lingered on her cheek.

“I know you will always bring me back.” He said softly.

“How can you know it?” Lady Noir argued.

“Because you’re Ladybug.” He replied, like those words meant everything. “ That’s what you do.” His eyes were so warm and supportive, Lady Noir was drowning in them again.

“I thought I was just a little kitty now.” She said. And she wanted to be. For one more time. Silly and irresponsible.

She took his face in her hands and before she could stop herself, pulled it close to hers, unifying their lips.

Mister Noir responded to her gentle kiss instantly, probably taken by the moment as well. His lips were soft and sweet, and she felt like melting into him and forgetting everything...

The beep from his earrings brought them back to reality.

Mister Bug pulled away with shocked expression on his face.

“I...” He looked confused. “I have to go.”

He helped Lady Noir to stand and throwing last distrusted look on her face, he left.

The week passed. And the next day after that acuma fight they had their suits back to normal. They just hid in an alley, like a week ago, stood back to back, and exchanged their miraculous.

And now Ladybug was catching every glance, trying to see the signs of her partner’s real eyes in his cat's eyes.

They didn’t discuss the kiss.

Chat Noir was very brooding and terse, which was unusual for his former image.

“I want to see your eyes again.” Ladybug herd her own words. When did she decided to say that?

“Huh?” Chat looked at her slightly surprised, then looked away. “Sorry. You can’t.”

“I thought you were silly kitty again, and I was the responsible one now.” She teased.

“Well, that was kind of the idea of all the swaping thing.” He explained. “So that I could learn some responsibility.” Chat was still looking away. “It doesn’t come and go with a costume, you know, once you learned it.”

“So your silliness is stuck with me now?” She asked in a teasing tone again.

He smirked, but said “I hope not. It would intervene with your job description.”

“I have a responsible partner now.” Ladybug smiled slyly.

“Maybe not as responsible as you think,” Chat answered, turning to her and taking a hold on her shoulders.

Her heart skipped a bit.

His green cat’s eyes now seemed to Ladybug more expressive and deep than even human’s ones. What? Why? She thought it was all just about the other costume and...

“I keep thinking about...” He swallowed. “Uh...” He narrowed his eyes. “Why did you kiss me?” His eyes were searching for an answer in hers. “I keep telling to myself it was just a force of a moment, but I need to hear it from you to... believe it. To leave it behind. Please, my lady. I need the answer.”

Ladybug was staring at him, frozen.

Her heart was beating faster from being held so close to him again. The warmth of his hands were running through her body like an electric shiver. She felt pleasant tingling in her chest.

Adrien was the only person to make her feel like this before.

“And I need to see your eyes again to answer your question.” She finally said.

Chat Noir looked in her face for few more moments, like he was trying to think about something at the same time. Then he let go of her.

“Then I’ll deal with it myself.” He said, turning his back to her. “Your safety worth more then my feelings.”

Will he really let it go? Will she really let this happen?

“Marinette Dupan Cheng.” Ladybug said without even realizing she did at first.

[part 1] [part 3] ... [part 5] [more MLB fanfiction]

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mikauzoran · 4 years

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Marichat: Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses: Kiss Thirty-Three

Read it on AO3: Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses: ...forcefully.

“Princess? What’s wrong?” Chat demanded in a panic as he landed on Marinette’s balcony.

He’d gotten a text reading, “I need to see you NOW” after the akuma battle, and he’d run straight over after giving Plagg a chance to recharge.

In lieu of a response, Marinette pulled him to her, arms vice-like around him as she crushed her lips to his.

He let her push him down roughly onto the snow-dusted deckchair, ignoring the bite of the cold as it melted against his skin.

Her mouth pressed, hot and insistent, against his, and he happily bent to her will…until he felt the tears sliding down her cheeks and onto his.

He turned his head away, calling softly, “Marinette? Why are you crying? Are you okay?”

She pushed herself up, shaking her head and sniffling.

“Hey. Let’s go inside,” he suggested, slipping his hands under her thighs and lifting her up.

She dropped her head to his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he carried her down into her room, carefully depositing her on her bed.

“Princess, talk to me,” he coaxed as he curled up around her protectively. “What’s wrong?”

“Y-You died,” she accused through tears. “Again!”

It abruptly occurred to him what an idiot he was. Of course she was upset about him sacrificing himself to save her—or Ladybug, at least—from the akuma the hour before.

“You saw the footage of the fight?” he offered her an excuse, knowing she’d seen things firsthand, seen the life drain out of him as he landed limply beside her.

He was such an idiot. He should have realized she’d need to see him, to make sure he was really okay.

She nodded, body shaking. “I saw you get hit. I saw you go down.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing his face against her neck and giving her his most soothing purr. “I’m okay, Marinette. I promise.”

“But you weren’t,” she spat, angry at herself, at him, at the world. “For nearly three whole minutes, you weren’t, and I…” She turned in his embrace, catching his lips in another fierce kiss. “…I can’t take you not being okay.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and rubbed their noses together. “I’m sorry, My Love. I never meant to hurt you like that, and I’ll try not to let it happen again, but…” He pulled back to cup her cheek in his hand and gaze into her eyes. “Marinette, I’ll be as careful as I can, but there are going to be times when I have to take a hit.”

She started to shake her head no, but he stopped her.

“Shh. Yes. Yes, Princess, it has to be me. Don’t you know I would do anything to protect you?” he cooed.

Her brow furrowed slightly. “Me?”

He nodded, tucking a stray bang back behind her ear. “You,” he confirmed. “As long as Ladybug is safe, you’re safe…Paris is safe, I’m safe too. Even if I get taken down, so long as Ladybug is safe, she’ll fix everything.”

Marinette opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off. “I know you don’t always believe in her, Marinette, but I do. Ladybug is brave and selfless and smart and resourceful…just like you. I know she doubts herself, but I’ve never once stopped believing in her. There has never been a problem that she couldn’t solve.”

“…But…what if she fails?” Marinette asked hesitantly, afraid to even voice the unthinkable thought. “What if she can’t do it without you?”

He shook his head, leaning in for a quick kiss. “Don’t doubt. Just believe in her like I believe in her.”

She pressed her lips together, a troubled expression still clinging to her face. “It’s hard to trust like that.”

“You trust me like that, don’t you?” he prompted, a sly smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Of course I do,” she answered automatically.

“Okay. So…trust my judgment,” he urged. “Do you think I’d entrust your safety to just anyone willy-nilly?”

“…No,” she realized, more than a little humbled by the huge amount of trust he placed in his partner.

“Okay then,” he replied as if that settled it. “So the next time something like this happens, I need you to trust in Ladybug, okay? So long as she’s safe to fix things, I’m going to be okay, so there’s no need to freak out, even if I’m taken out of commission. Ladybug can handle it. I’m going to be fine.”

“I wish I could trust in her like you do,” Marinette sighed, resting her head on his chest.

He winced, wishing he could say something that would make a real difference. “Are you feeling any better at all?”

Surprisingly, she nodded. “What you said did help. About staying calm because so long as Ladybug was okay, you would be okay too. I just…when you got hit today…I panicked. I kept thinking about what if Ladybug couldn’t save you, what if I’d lost you for good…. Those weren’t very helpful thoughts. It would probably be better to focus on how to fix things without letting all of those negative thoughts flood in to distract me.”

He nodded, nuzzling her hair. “Just keep telling yourself that I’m going to be okay.”

“Hopefully it’s a long time before I have to,” she sighed in exhaustion, sinking into his embrace. “Right now, I think the best thing for me is to listen to your heartbeat and soak up some of your warmth.”

“I’ll even throw in a free purr,” he offered gallantly.

“I’d like that,” she chuckled.

#Marichat #Adrinette #Adrienette #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Adrien Agreste #Chat Noir #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Kissing #Writing Prompts #Mikau's Writings #Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses

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