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writingscraps · 9 months

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Midnight Teasing

ao3 | ff.net

ship: Marinette x Chat Noir

rating: M (might go up)

summary:

“I really, really, want to kiss you,” he interrupted her so quickly, a gentle growl dragging through his tongue with his distraught agony clinging onto his shoulders as he thought about being the reason she’d be in said danger. He lowered his face to search for her bluebell eyes, “which makes this so dangerous, Marinette. And I'm afraid,” he swallowed the buildup of a knot choking him before continuing, “that I won’t want to stop there.”

“Then don’t.” She almost pleaded, her own voice alone infiltrating away any former intentions.

Someone was going to get hurt. Was it worth it?

“Marinette...”

“No strings attached,” she interjected quickly, breathing loudly as she pushed herself closer, her eyes searching about his face through the dim lighting as her hands reached to hold around his neck.

“But...”

“Kiss me, and don’t stop, Chat.” She sounded almost distressed, the strain in her voice tugging at his heartstrings.

“I don’t think I'll ever stop when it comes to you, Marinette.”

Part 1: (post) (ao3) (ff.net)

Part 2:

Adrien Agreste’s eyes couldn’t stop lingering at the young girl that would sit in front of him during lunch, or across the courtyard during break. The day wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, except for the few times that Marinette’s hand would reach to touch right above her chest as if to sooth the area, the fingertip of her middle finger drawing circles over it, and he’d remember the burning sensation of said fingertips. He’d get subtle flashbacks from that night and his cheeks couldn't help themselves but to get flustered.

Plagg had berated him senseless as soon as he got home and detransformed for that night, although he hadn’t been quite listening to whatever his Kwami had to say. He’d spent the following days simply eyeing the young girl from afar, exchanging their casual chatting throughout the school day. Trying his best not to draw any attention when his green eyes would dart down to stare at her pink lips, and the way her pigtails were neatly placed into hair ties; he could have extended his hand outwardly and reach his fingertips through her silky strands.

But if Adrien hadn’t known what he did know, he wouldn’t have ever suspected that underneath her white tee and thin blazer she wore the love bites he’d left, possibly already fading, and hating that soon she wouldn’t have proof of that night.

“Yo, dude, you okay?” Nino sudden inquiry interrupted Adrien’s thoughts, his mind just beginning to lose itself as he remembered said night.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine, why?” He huffed a soft chuckle, trying to brush off his question as silly, as in “can’t you see I was paying attention to whatever Madame Bustier had to say,” when in reality his mind would fog at the memory of Marinette gasping so softly, whimpering his alter ego’s name so delicately.

It had been almost a week since he had seen Marinette inside her bedroom, always wanting to go back but just not knowing what would become of his visit. Although, he had such a vivid idea of what he wanted it to become. What he so desperately wanted to do to her.

He found himself wanting to touch every inch of her every time he was near her.

He could breathe in her faint scent of vanilla, the natural rose tint upon her cheeks making him want to act feral towards her. It worried him, making him anxious about not being able to stop kissing her frenzy this time, if he were to be alone with her again.

His hands twitched as he’d come to witness a few times her new act of “applying lip balm” – cherry ChapStick she claimed – as she explained that she didn’t want the weather to dry lips. But he knew better than anyone in that school that she shouldn’t worry about her lips drying at all. They were soft, and plumped, and pouty, that emitted the most divine sounds anybody could mutter just as she parted them slightly.

Adrien found himself stuck between having the urgency of wanting to see her and morally understanding that what they had both condoned into that night hadn't been the proper response. Not from his standpoint, at least, in the sense that he was Paris’ superhero and knew better; Marinette was just a fan, and although he was immensely attracted to her, he couldn’t allow himself to use his pedestal for his own benefit.

Still, he wanted to see her again. Tonight. To end things, of course, although he couldn't really say anything had started to begin with. They had just shared a few kisses; that’s it.

Opposing to Plagg’s advice, Chat Noir was now suited up with the excuse of patrol, in spite of his chase going directly towards The Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie bakery shop; although he wouldn’t be using the front door.

He landed with a soft step on the balcony, quickly peering through her skylight once seeing that her bedroom lights were still on. He had been hoping for this much, considering it was almost midnight; knowing Marinette as he did know her, he was aware of how much of a night-owl she could be.

Chat Noir gently knocked on the latched skylight door, anticipating anxiously for it to open with a smiling Marinette welcoming him in. But he only continued waiting, noticing she wasn’t in bed and probably by the desk area, although he couldn’t quite see her.

There was a loud thump, and suddenly he could see Marinette’s empty desk chair rolling away, and he assumed she had probably fallen off. He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly to himself. It was funny.

He didn’t want to seem desperate, despite actually being desperate, but through the anticipation he forced himself to knock again as he crouched in place, waiting.

It took a few minutes, but his belt-tail erected just as he saw the young girl climb up to her loft and quickly on her bed to reach for the skylight. As soon as the latch was open, the cat boy swooped in, landing on her bed beside her, not wasting time as he rubbed his cheek against her shoulder, purring quietly and delightfully.

Marinette winced, a wavering smile taking place as she nudged herself away momentarily, finding herself having to explain, “You’re cold,” when she noticed his knitted eyebrows stare at her with concern. Chat Noir grinned softly, forgetting the weather hardly affected him when transformed, but she was right, the weather had dropped pretty low since the morning.

“And you’re going to help me keep warm?” He inquired smoothly, already leaning towards her, shamelessly allowing the tip of his nose to skim against hers. There it was, the heavenly scent of vanilla he craved. So close, this time.

She was quiet, he noticed, with a subtle frown as she slowly pulled away from his touch. She wasn’t playing along to his silly antics this time, and was being rather serious.

He knew she’d probably be upset; he was just really hoping she wouldn't be. He kissed her in such a titillating manner, and hadn’t come back when he promised he would. The problem had been that he really wanted to come back.

He pulled himself away, watching her with curiosity and concern, his thumb and finger reaching to hook her chin to keep her head in place as he leaned closer.

“What’s the matter Marinette?” He sounded worried, his tone soft and low.

“You didn’t come.” She said into the drafty room, her tensed shoulder slouching as she glanced up at him. She shouldn’t be this upset, but he took so long to come back. “I really wanted to see you,” Marinette found herself scoffing so easily, it brought shivers down Chat Noir’s spine as he watched her eyes shut momentarily, amazed at how vocal she was being.

Her lower lip pouted slightly, like she wanted to say something else but kept stopping herself; and he couldn’t contain how cute she was, even now as she was upset at him.

“Marinette, it wasn’t that – I just didn’t know – “

“I asked you to come back,” Marinette quickly stopped his word-jam, pulling her head away from his grasp as she looked up at him with her eyebrows drawn together, showing how upset she was. “Why didn’t you, Chat?”

“Marinette,” he cooed with a soft voice, both his hands reaching to hold her elbows to draw her closer, just as she was moments ago, “I really wanted to come. But this...we can’t...you and I can’t be anything.” He wanted it to be clear that a relationship between then was close to impossible.

How would it work? She’d be in danger, and he couldn't risk it – he couldn't risk her.

“Chat I – “

“Then don’t.” She almost pleaded, her own voice alone infiltrating away any former intentions.

Someone was going to get hurt. Was it worth it?

“Marinette...”

“But...”

“Kiss me, and don’t stop, Chat.” She sounded almost distressed, the strain in her voice tugging at his heartstrings.

“I don’t think I'll ever stop when it comes to you, Marinette,” he said back to her in a whispering tone, like it was a secret and anyone could be listening. His heavy eyelids were half-lidded, oppose to her wider ones, watching him watch her in a daze.

He had a mystifying blend of black cardamom smell to him, with a subtle hint of smoky vanilla, probably due to all the roof-hopping. She felt a shiver run down her limbs, and wanted to scream at the sheer angst she had not being able to see him outside of patrol as Ladybug. But he wasn’t kissing Ladybug. She couldn't kiss him as Ladybug. It wouldn't be right, morally, at least. There shouldn't’ be anything wrong doing it as Marinette, right?

No harm, no foul? Right?

Her mouth felt dry, and he was an itch that she was dying to scratch. “Chat Noir,” she breathed in deeply, trying to engrave him into her memory, “Kiss me already.”

She didn’t need to tell him twice. Although, he had initially gone to try and stop whatever shenanigans they were getting themselves into. But when she asked very sweetly, her voice drenched in honey, so inviting – who was he to deny such a desirable request?

“And if I can’t stop?” He almost promised, simply leaning closer to her, watching as she shut her eyes in anticipation. She took another breath, eliminating any space the two, wanting him.

“Then...don’t.”

Chat Noir’s hands squeezed her upper arms just as he pressed his lips into hers, her cherry lip balm still faintly lingering on her lips. How was she so addicting after tasting her just once? Both of her palms dragged down to spread widely against his chest, as though she was trying to hold onto something while kissing him back, but there wasn’t any grip to his leather suit.

Her mouth opened wider than the first time he kissed her, her lips taking as much as they could of him. She mumbled quietly into his mouth, very much enjoying their lip-tussling. The tip of her tongue swiped his lower lip, licking him like she’d enjoy a cupcake’s buttercream. She only kept pushing herself onto him, feeling the burning sensation of her fingertips traveled north until both of her hands intertwined into the tousled patch of his blond hair resting against the nape of his neck.

Her fingers dug harshly against his skin and drag themselves into his scalp, unconsciously massaging his occipital bone, making his whole body want to levitate at how good it felt.

Marinette’s heavy breathing was suffocating him, in the best way. His whole body felt heavy, at the same time liquifying just as her pouty lips began to kiss about his face, dragging her mouth across his cheek until reaching his jawline. He hadn’t noticed how easily her body was getting atop him just as he allowed himself to fall back onto her pillows.

Her sloppy kisses made him purr merrily; his boots pointing outwardly in trying to contain his happiness. His ears blocked out any other sound that weren’t her, composed to listen to the soft accidental moans she’d make against his skin, or the sharp inhale through her nostrils before crashing his lips against hers.

His gloved hands went to wrap themselves around her body, playing with the lower hem of her pajama top.

Their kisses deepen; her saliva tasting sweet as her tongue teased his lower lip again. He was on a trance when she suddenly pulled away, her hands releasing his head with the loud smack echoing in his ears, taking him longer than a second to open his eyes and try to remember where he was.

Marinette had begun shifting, easily mounting the cat superhero, a low grunt forcing itself from his dry throat as her thighs straddled his hips. He had no intentions of stopping her whatsoever. She sat so comfortably, staring down at him with such a mesmerizing gaze just as she squeezed him in between said thighs.

This was a dangerous game, and they knew so.

“Chat Noir,” Marinette called him, her voice just above a whisper, softly spoken just above in an inaudible murmur as she looked down at him with a such a bashful expression, that he wanted to devour her.

“Yes, Princess?” He found himself asking with a toothy grin, his palms spreading about her thighs, daringly proceeding to move upwards.

She wasn’t saying anything to him for almost a minute, trying to control her breathing before she quickly reached for the bottom of her shirt and swiftly removed it over her head to toss aside.

Chat Noir tried to sit up, taken aback by her actions, but she was quick to push him back down with a gentle shove. “M-Marinette,” he called to her, his green eyes spellbound by the way her breasts were perfectly cupped inside her light-shaded bra.

“Touch me, kitty cat,” she practically begged him, her hands searching for his to place onto each breast.

He gulped the knot on his throat, mouth slightly gaped, beginning to feel himself get hard as he let his hands be guided. He groaned audibly, his thumbs compressing to feel just how soft her breasts were, even with the material of her undergarment.

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#I am reposting the second chapter to see if it gets more attention the second time around ;^;#I'll be posting the third chapter soon but in case you wanna reread :)#marichat #marichat fanfic #marichat fanfiction #fanfiction #marichat ao3 #ao3 #archive of our own #yes they're aged up #marinette x chat noir #chat noir x marinette #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #adrien agreste #ml fanfiction #ml ao3

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anna-scribbles · 7 months

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been rotating emilie agreste in my head really hard lately and these are my conclusions

#yes this is about thirteen. i have to be silly SOMEHOW #(finished the first chapter today. sent it to peach to read. hahaha)#coming soon to ao3 on a certain boy’s birthday episode anniversary #i’m so excited HAHAH #ml #miraculous ladybug #my art #thirteen #adrien agreste #emilie agreste #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire

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guest-1-2-3 · 4 months

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stumbling into the joy that are zukka canon divergence tropes. zukka in ba sing se where sokka discovers the jasmine dragon and is like zuko tea server??? sokka having a crush on the blue spirit and all the subsequent identity shenanigans. my old favorite zukka boiling rock fics where they get together while breaking out of a high security prison. not to mention zuko dies in the north pole and then is bound to sokka as a ghost (cough cough boomerangs and rainbows by mindbending favorite zukka fic ever go read it)! zuko joining the order of the white lotus early on and all the fun stuff that come with that. zukka canon divergence fics my beloved

#zukka #ao3 #i live for the zukka canon divergent fics #there are so many possibilities because zuko is such an angst character arc redemption man with too many identities #maybe it’s my past as an ml fan. but man am i a sucker for identity shenanigans

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starscay · 5 months

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Drunk on Your Love

“Marinette!” He calls, running over and throwing his arms around her. She returns the embrace as he burrows his face into her shoulder.

“I thought you left,” He whines, his breath hot against her and smelling vaguely of the tequila shots she had seen him taking with Juleka earlier.

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A very drunk Adrien, his lack of object permanence, and his love for Marinette (1.1k words)

#cay writes #miraculous ladybug #adrienette #love square #adrinette #adrien x marinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ao3 fanfic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ml fanfic #ml #adrienette fanfic

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sha-nwa · 10 months

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call it even ch 3

“I hate him,” Marinette said, throwing her backpack down. “He’s awful. He’s cruel, manipulative, controlling—”

“I thought you had decided to give him a chance.” Alya climbed up through Marinette’s trap door and shut it behind her.

“That was last week. I’ve been right to despise him all along, actually.” Marinette plopped down in her computer chair, spinning until her dragging feet stopped her. “He sucks. He’s ruining my life.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml fics #ladynoir #adrinette #adrienette #marichat #ladrien #this chapter has soooo much going on lol #a little treat for the girlies. the girlies who get it #also idk why this post looks so ugly. anna was having the same issue. sorry everyone #also fingers crossed ao3 continues to work !!!! we love u ao3 #call it even

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allusivex5 · 4 months

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Drawings I’ve done for my newest Fanfic. Which is a Miraculous Ladybug/Danny Phantom/DC crossover. It is called Rebirth of the Waynes. I will be posting it tomorrow. The characters I have above are as follows Danny, Marinette, Adrien, Ellie (Danielle), Jordan (Dan), Jazz, and Chloe. More art to follow. The names are their new vigilante names except Danny he still goes by Phantom.

Rebirth of the Waynes coming soon…

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carpetbug · 5 months

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welcome to the beginning of my ML Feline Blue AU!

in which Marinette is forced to become guardian before ever wielding a miraculous. Chaos ensues when she uses the black cat ring to become feline blue and through a silly little turn of events, Adrien gets his hands on the ladybug earrings and becomes beetle rouge

BIIIIIG thank you to my lovelies @isabugs and @thimbleb3rries for being so kind and encouraging, for their WONDERFUL ART OH MY GOD, and for beta-ing this!

The beginning: Becoming Guardian

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“You’re not going to beat me like that, old man” The looming figure taunted.

Hunched in a ball before him, a much smaller elderly man struggled for breath. Blood trailed from his mouth, combining with his saliva to messily drip from his lips as he fought for air. Just by the effort he had to put into continuing breathing, he could tell this was not a fight he could win. Still, his fists clenched in defiance as he pushed himself from the floor and steadied himself upright on his feet. His spine screamed in protest and searing pain at the task, but he managed to remain standing.

“I know I can not beat you, old man” He coughed, hands trembling slightly. “But I must continue to fight”

The taller man scoffed before taking a step forward “I’ll make sure it's the last thing you ever do, you pathetic excuse of a guardian” He spat, tightening his grip on his cane as his rage boiled beneath his skin.

“I’d expect nothing less from a villain like you, Hawkmoth”

“No need to act like you’re so much better than me. After all, we've all made mistakes, haven’t we Master fu” Hawkmoth sneered.

“Leave my past out of this. I’ve worked to fix what I have broken, you only aim to destroy” Master fu panted, feeling his shoulders to check if his bag was still on his back, and letting out a small sigh of relief when he felt the thick material. Next his hands slowly traveled to support and feel the bottom and sides of the bag, searching for an object. He took another relieved breath when he felt the item's weight, and then he prepared himself for the worst. Bunching his muscles, he sprang into action and bolted away from Hawkmoth.

He focused only on moving forward, getting as far from this wretched evil as he could before time ran out. When he finally collapsed, legs giving out from under him in pure exhaustion, he found himself at the Pont de Arts, above the seine. Hawkmoth was nowhere to be seen, but master fu knew that was only a false sense of security. The villain would find him soon enough. He needed to find someone. Anyone.

“-ir? Are you okay?”

A voice. Master fu looked up, vision shaking just slightly. In Front of him stood a teenage girl, dark hair pulled back into pigtails and eyebrows pushed together with worry.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” She asked with a panicked look in her eyes. “How can I help?” She stepped closer and offered him a hand.

Master fu gathered his strength to pull his bag from his back and carefully draw open the zipper before reaching in to pull out the contents. The girl watched intensely, eyes following his pained movements. He pulled a large dark wooden box from the bag and held it close to his chest, then brought his eyes upwards to meet her face. “I’m sorry, young hero” He said sadly, then joined his hand to hers before she could respond.

An intense feeling washed over him, and he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. This girl was strong. He hoped she will forgive him for the burden he will make her bear.

She flashed an anxious smile “That’s okay, and I promise I’m no hero. Just a normal g-” He cut her off with a sharp tug, then slammed the box into her chest. She gasped as he knocked the air from her lungs, clearly not expecting such a feat of strength from the battered man. As she fought to breathe, Master fu gathered the last few remnants of his strength and lifted the girl from the ground. “I, Wang Fu, hereby relinquish the Miracle Box-”

“Stop! What are you doing!?”

“-and name Marinette Dupain-Cheng the guardian” His body lit up, skin glowing as the box between them lifted upward and burned like a star in the air.

“How do you know my na-?!” Before she could finish what she said, the box dropped back into her hold and the elderly man -still glowing like some sort of deity- held her over the railing and dropped her into the rushing water below. She hit the surface with a loud splash, getting thrown under but quickly resurfacing a few feet away, miracle box still in her arms.

The last thing she saw before being pulled away by the fast moving current was the man falling backwards to the ground in exhaustion as the light emitting from his skin dimmed.

Master fu slowly blinked his eyes open, carefully taking in his surroundings with an expression of pure shock and confusion on his face. He seemed so frail, all of a sudden. Like he had lost all his fight.

“What did you do?!” a booming voice hissed behind him. He started to turn his head to look, but something beat him to it. All of a sudden, a hand tightened around his throat and picked him off the ground, nails digging into the thin skin of his neck.

“What- what’s happening?” Master fus strangled voice hardly escaped his lips. He tried to thrash his legs, do anything to get free, but a fatigue he couldn’t explain had overcome his muscles. Weakly prying at his attackers hands, panic began to set in. There wouldn’t be any escape. “Who are you?” he managed out in a pained mumble.

“I am the next guardian of the miraculous” the seething voice responded as nails began to break through his skin. “I am the consequences of your greatest mistake” the words rang through his head as his vision went black, and sickeningly warm blood poured from his throat.

Marinette struggled to hold her head above the surface and keep the container in her grasp as the river pulled her this way and that. Her mind raced and her lungs screamed, everything inside her begging to let go of that weird old man’s weird old box and save herself instead. Still, her grip remained glued to the sodden wood, as if she would rather drown than set the box free to face the waters’ wrath. Nothing was making any sense. And despite the deafening chorus of the racing water that surrounded her, the only thing ringing in her ears was the man’s words.

He had called her a hero. He had entrusted her with something clearly important to him. He had thrown her into the seine. He had been badly wounded. He had been a complete and utter stranger. What did everything mean? Suddenly, her feet felt solid ground beneath her, and she hurriedly moved to follow it. She pushed forward, focusing on reaching the bank that lay on the other side. Eventually Marinette was able to pull herself and the box from the water onto an empty platform beneath a bridge.

As soon as she was safely out of the water, Marinette threw herself backwards in exhaustion. She laid against the cool pavement underneath her and passed through all the events that had just occurred. What the fuck was this ‘miracle’ box? And why was she the ‘guardian’? Ignoring the new aches in her body, she sat upward and brought the box closer to her.

There she sat for a few moments, toying with the lid and gently tracing the intricate pattern displayed. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened it.

“HELLO YOUNG MASTER” A loud chorus of voices rang out as a beam of light emitted from the open container and what looked like small differently colored masses of stars flew all around her. Marinette fell back onto her elbows, overwhelmed at the sudden sensory overload. Her vision was a blur of nauseating colors accompanied by what she could only imagine to be auditory hallucinations.

Before she had a chance to speak, to catch her breath or try and scream for help, the almost magical colorful masses slowed until they were still, then began to morph into a solid form. Marinette watched, intrigued and terrified, as these small creatures took shape in front of her. They each seemed to be a different animal, though they all shared an alien-like anatomy. Some had tails, others long whiskers and a few antennas. Two of them caught her eye, a sleek black cat and what she thought to be a ladybug (though it looked much more like some sort of bug-mouse combo).

As if the creatures could read her mind -which they could, for all she knew-, they began to speak in sync. “WE ARE THE KWAMI, MAGICAL BEINGS THAT CAN BESTOW POWERS UPON OUR WIELDERS.” They said, in an almost sing-songy voice.

“AND YOU, MARINETTE, ARE OUR NEW GUARDIAN.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #carpetbug writes #ml feline blue au #kwami swap #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #master fu #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #I RLLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS LITTLE INTRO!! MUCH MUCH MUCH MORE TO COME!#this is just a short little intro to the au :)#expect longer chapters in the future and lots of art!#i will add this to ao3 at some point i pinky promise #carpetbug art

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new-kit-on-the-block · 5 months

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Me: *Writes a fanfic and posts it on ao3, dozens of readers read and comment consistently, drops a bunch of hints clearly leading up to something that my readers have been picking up on, drops the first part of a three-part chapter that is intended to be the resolution of the first arc of the story*

My readers: "Great chapter! What happens next?"

Me:

#writer #writing #writer memes #writing memes #writing is hard #writeblr #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3 memes #fanfiction memes #ml #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #miraculous fic

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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 10 months

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Even now, with his father lost to the universe, and not even a body to bury, Gabriel was still here. He was in his room, in all the belongings his money had bought, in all the clothes that bore his brand. He was in the Miraculous on Adrien’s hand, the twin rings hanging from a chain he could never remove, in all the words Ladybug refused to tell Chat Noir. And he was in the statue in the Place des Vosges, immortalized in gold, looking out at the city with serene contemplation, but never down at Adrien. Never again. “He was Monarque,” Adrien spoke into the darkness. Maybe Plagg could hear, maybe not. His Kwami was always good about knowing just what Adrien wanted him to know. “My father was Monarque.” His words hung hollow in the silence, their weight somehow growing heavier on Adrien’s chest as he spoke. The voice didn’t answer, keeping silent long enough for Adrien to wonder, once more, if he really had imagined it. Then it was there again, as close and clear as though its speaker was in the room with him. You’re Chat Noir, it told him firmly. Cataclysm his statue.

moonie i'm obsessed.

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searchingforakeythatdoesntexist · 6 months

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"It's you. It's always been you." [Miraculous Ladybug]

First part of a future diptych... I just finished this one an hour ago and I wanted to share it with you. ❤

It is 23h55 here. I wish you sweet dreams, my dear Miraculous fans...

[Et pour les fans francophones...

Je suis un peu nostalgique ce soir. Aussi, je me permets sans préambule de mettre un lien vers ma fanfiction "Blanc, Rouge, Noir", complète depuis 2020 mais qui continue à l'évidence de vivre dans mon cœur. J'en parlerai un jour de façon plus posée sur ce tumblr, mais en attendant, si vous n'avez rien à lire... Venez jetez un oeil? (Attention, lisez les tags!)]

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writingscraps · 1 year

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Criss Crossing Pink

ao3 | ff.net

ship: Adrien x Marinette

rating: T

summary:

Marinette Dupain-Chen was pregnant, she just hadn’t told anyone, yet.

They’ve had pregnancy scares before, but that’s all they were: scares. The tests always came back negative. This one wasn’t like those times.

Marinette Dupain-Chen was pregnant, she just hadn’t told anyone, yet.

Adrien Agreste sat at the foot of his bed, the large bed he had shared with Marinette for the past year – well, 11 months, two weeks, and five days, but who was counting the days until their move-in anniversary?

The young couple had been dating past a year now, and fresh into their relationship Adrien had been shipped to the states for a modeling campaign that was very important and would help elevate the Agreste name gracefully by association. Having meant, the young man didn’t have a choice but to leave at his father demand; although, he was allowed to come back during the weekends.

Long-distance dating right of the bat with Adrien Agreste had not been the way Marinette had foreseen her dating life to begin; not with the person she had been infatuated with since they were in high school. But alas, it was.

And so, each weekend the blond man would fly back into town and unpack inside the small apartment Marinette had been sharing with Alya. Unintentionally kicking Alya out, because as she declared, she didn’t want to hear all the sex they were going to have considering he couldn’t get some throughout the week. And although Alya’s teasing was just that, teasing, she wasn’t wrong.

As soon as Adrien texted his girlfriend that he was boarding the plane back to Paris, Alya was already packing her overnight bag to stay at Nino’s.

Marinette used to prep a “welcome back” meal to enjoy with the young Agreste, but a few weeks into their routine, she found ordering takeout was more of an ideal solution to Adrien’s neglect towards the meal because all he wanted to do was as soon as he walked through her door was relish on the young woman instead. His luggage was usually slumped and abandoned by the door to be needed much later.

Three months in, and Adrein was free. The modeling campaign had been a success, and although he was offered various extending deals that his father was expecting him to take, Adrien declined as he just wanted to be with his girlfriend for more than two days in a row.

Once Alya moved out of the apartment, Adrien moved right in. The conversation about moving in was almost nonexistent, as all Adrien said when he walked in for the last time as just a guest carrying only a duffle bag was, “I’m home.” And then he just never went away. Marinette didn’t mind – at all – and came to accept that she was now living with a boy. Her boyfriend.

It was great – life was great. He took the modeling gigs his father expected him to do, while Marinette was a full-time intern with the reputable company that was Gabriel after graduating top of her class to a prestigious fashion institute that sent Mr. Agreste an impeccable recommendation letter on her behalf; a very impressive recommendation letter that gave him no option but to hire his son’s very-talented girlfriend on the spot.

And, young Adrien was no kiss-and-tell, but his sex life was amazing. Of course, the couple was exclusive, and most of the time they didn’t bother with other kinds of contraceptive thanks to Marinette being on the pill. He had considered that to be safe enough. Which apparently had not been, considering he was now holding the positive pregnancy test he had shamelessly fished from their bathroom’s wastebasket.

They’ve had pregnancy scares before, but that’s all they were: scares. The tests always came back negative. This one wasn’t like those times.

He held onto the peed stick, pondering about the situation as he looked at the foggy positive symbol staring back at him. He wasn’t worried coming from a financial standpoint, but Marinette had just landed her dream job.

Still, his cheek twitched a lopsided smirk, his mind running wild for just a second too long as he imaged a pregnant Marinette. He laughed out loud thinking about how moody she probably was going to be, considering the mood swings she already had in her day-to-day life when her designs and projects weren’t coming along as coherently as she needed them to be. And Adrien didn’t know much about pregnant women, but he did know about their weird food cravings. Marinette didn’t already have unusual tastes in foods, so what was he supposed to do if she was wanting a pickle in the middle of the night. He knew pickles weren’t weird foods, but he just couldn't think of anything more random than pickles in the middle of the night.

Adrien smirked, coming to the conclusion that Marinette would look adorable as a pregnant woman.

Plagg flew into the bedroom carrying a usual piece of camembert cheese, and upon seeing his Kwami it was like a ton of bricks fell on him. What about Ladybug? Marinette couldn’t be pregnant and be Ladybug at the same time. Right? No, of course, not!

Adrien stood up quickly, stuffing the stick inside his jean’s pocket, feeling like he needed to do something. How was she feeling? Was she upset? Was that why she hadn't told him about it? He didn’t want the initial hurt of that thought to bother him; he recognized that although this situation did involve him completely, he needed to consider how Marinette felt.

Would he love to have a child with Marinette? Absolutely. But were they ready? Would she be willing to release the duty of Ladybug until necessary? And if not, what then? The blond man looked at his miraculous ring, thinking about her, and another ton of bricks fell through the sky right atop him.

A ring!

He wasn’t even married to her, and she’s already pregnant?

His father was going to murder him.

He was going to marry her – yup. It wouldn’t solve everything, but it’ll do something. And besides, it wouldn’t have been the first time Adrien thought about wanting to marry Marinette. Sure, they’d dated over a year, lived for almost one, but he was willing to commit the rest of his life to her had she asked him to. He worshiped the ground she walked on, and didn’t care to admit how whipped he knew he was.

The woman of his dream was going to have his baby and he was going to marry her, and then fuck her brains out again. It wasn’t like she could get pregnant twice. Right?

Adrien heard a slam coming from the living room, and he walked out to see Marinette carrying two stacked boxes as she walked toward her crafts room – Alya's old room. She was speaking under her breath as she walked, and without thinking he startled her by instantly reaching for the boxes and taking them away.

“You should have called me; I could have carried these for you!” Adrien said almost anxiously, now walking away from her and taking them the said boxes to the craft room himself, leaving a baffled Marinette staring at him.

She scoffed teasingly, not genuinely upset at his sudden action but rather confused, calling to him, “Adrien, I’m perfectly capable of carrying a couple boxes of fabric up two flights of stairs.”

Her boyfriend came back out, walking towards her to take her hand and gently pulled her into a kiss. She couldn’t help but peck him back, smiling suspiciously, although not minding the lip-action. She chuckled, kissing him a few times before trying to push herself away. To no avail, Adrien’s arms were quicker than her as they wrapped around her lower back to pull her back in.

“What’s the matter with you?” She finally asked, because although this was usually how handsy Adrien could get, even she recognized that it seemed that it was out of nowhere.

“Can’t I just kiss my girlfriend?”

“I mean you can.”

He laughed at her dubious demeanor, pulling her in to kiss her face senseless. His lips smacked her lips and nose and cheekbones and ear and eventually traveled down towards her jawline just before reaching the lobe of her ear where his teeth clanked against her miraculous.

“Okay,” she laughed along, her arms wrapped against the nape of his neck, her legs wobbly like gelatin but very much enjoying the way his lips skimmed certain areas against her skin, “there’s definitely something going on. What’s up, buttercup?”

Adrien led them towards the living room’s sofa, dragging her body down with his, eagerly tangling his long limbs around her body. She smelled sweet, and sweaty, but her vanilla scent was triumph. “Can’t you imagine being like this forever?”

“Uh, yes?”

“You know, for someone in love,” Adrien tsked, “you sound kind of unsure.”

“I’m not unsure about us, just...iffy –”

“Iffy?” He was appalled.

"Yes, iffy! What’s with the romancing, Agreste?”

Marinette was wrapped in Adrien’s arms, her chest tightly pressed against his chest as he was beginning to rest his chin at the crook of her neck, the puff of his nostrils tickling against her skin. It felt nice. Her smile was small, and contained, but the way he held onto her never stopped making her feel wanted.

“Marry me,” He finally said quietly into her skin. His voice was hoarse, almost raspy against said skin as his lips brushed ever so slightly against her as she remained silent for a second too long. It sent shivers down her spine.

The idea of marrying Adrien Agreste had been simmering at the back of her mind since she could remember. But hearing him utter those words was an out-of-body experience. She felt the corners of her mouth tugging into a wide smile, her throat itching to giggle out loud like such a teenager.

Yet, all she could mutter quietly was, “That’s seriously how you’re going to propose?”

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

“Where’s my ring?” She continued to tease instead, tugging herself away, but was proved like many other times that her strength was still no match compared to his.

“I knew you were just interested in my money,” he joked, rubbing his chin against her, merry to be as he was. Engulfed by what it was to be in Marinette’s arms.

“Yes, me and my small apartment just want you for the riches you’ll soon inherit, Mr. Agreste.” And just as she said it, her nose wrinkled disgustingly at the sound of saying Mr. Agreste, considering that was her boss’ name, and of course, her boyfriend’s father’s name.

And all Adrien could do was laugh hysterically at the vey absurd statement that came out of Marinette’s cherry-tasting lips. The lips he kissed again and again.

She gave into his giddy pestering, although it wasn’t pestering at all. She loved kissing him back just as much, and it never ceased to amaze her just how active he was. Of course, she was aware of his very strict diet that consisted of not only healthy eating but exercising. And although she was Ladybug she definitely didn’t exercise just as much; she considered carrying two boxes full of fabric up two flights of stairs the exercise of the day. Sometimes she found herself having to catch a second breath just to keep up.

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Time stops when Chat Noir plummets from Marinette’s skylight. She stops in her tracks and stares at him, eyes blown wide behind the polka-dotted mask that sits snug over the mascara streaks on her face. Her heart skips to her throat, because she doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand what Chat Noir is doing at Marinette’s right now, in this break of dawn, when she was just about to head out to purify the Akuma he and Alya captured. He has even left her a voicemail to cheer her up—he always had an innate talent to know when she needed some cheering up—and he sounded so calm and collected then— Face buried in her mattress, he sniffles now. And Marinette knows that her identity is at stake here, that she’s incapable of explaining away Ladybug’s puffy eyes staring at him from the end of Marinette’s bed, but Chat Noir’s crying. He came to her because something so devastating happened to him that he’s crying. If there’s one thing Marinette knows, it’s that they have sacrificed enough. She gave up love and gave up her friends for the mighty cause, and in the end, it was her friends and their love that saved the world. She won’t give up her partner. Never again.

She reaches out, stroking her fingers through his hair gently. “Marinette, I need to tell you that—” he starts, then looks up and his eyes go wide. She smiles down at him. “It’s okay, Chaton. I’m here for you.” His bottom lip trembles, and several beats pass until he finds the voice to whisper, “I love you, Marinette. I’ll never let anyone separate us.” And maybe that should feel like a surprise. Maybe his arms around her and his lips on hers should wreck her world. Maybe, once, they would have. Now, they feel like a small sound of ‘oh’ at the back of her mind. Of course, it’s him. Of course, he’s hers. Of course, it’s them until the end of the world. She cups his face and smooths the messy hair out of his eyes, kissing away the tears spilling over his black mask. “I love you, too, Adrien. I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.” And if he cries harder and buries his face in the crook of her neck, that’s alright too. She hugs him, rubbing his back and peppering kisses all over his face—his nose, his forehead, his crown and his little cat ears—and holds him until he needs her to. She would be his Atlas and hold him until the end of the world, but slowly, his breathing calms and Adrien draws away, wiping at his eye with the palm of his hand. “I need to— I’ll need to go back,” he stutters over a swallow. Marinette shakes her head firmly and holds him tighter. “You are not going back.” His face softens. “My lady,” he begs, and she thinks her heart might give in from the way he says her name alone. “You know I have to before he discovers I’m missing, otherwise—” She cuts him off with a kiss before he gets to finish that train of thought. It’s an option she isn’t willing to entertain. “Your cousin owes me big time. You are not going back. Never ever,” she confirms. If the surprised fervour and gratitude he dives back in for a kiss with is of any indication, he believes her. Marinette isn’t delusional enough to think Félix would do her a solid as an apology for his theater kid nonsense, but she suspects a chance to be closer to Kagami in place of Adrien will do it. She laces her fingers with Adrien’s, as if gluing them together, but he doesn’t seem to mind. She smiles against his lips with confidence only his support can grant her. “Okay, Chaton. Here’s the plan.”

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