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These Hopeless, Helpless, Miraculous-Wielding Romantics Chapter 2

Miraculous Ladybug | 2018 | 4,055 | Ao3 | Masterlist | Prev | Next

“I just need to ask Mlle. Bustier something, I’ll catch up!” Marinette waved Alya to go ahead with Nino and Adrien when the bell rung.

Normally she’d ask Alya for advice on this, but she was A. going to be giving a short lecture about this to Alya in about six hours, and B. not going to give Alya the satisfaction of knowing her lack of stuttering around Adrien was her feelings starting to switch. And if not Alya, she would normally ask her parents, but they were seriously, seriously, too extreme shippers. They would probably figure out she was Ladybug if she came to them with this. And if not any of them, she’d ask Tikki. And Tikki, well, Tikki had said to ask Mlle. Bustier.

“What can I help you with?”

“You’re good at love stuff, right?”

Mlle. Bustier smiled, “I’m not Cupid, but I can give advice. What’s pulling your heartstrings Marinette?”

Marinette pursed her lips. How much should she actually tell Mlle. Bustier? “So there might be a boy, and I might like him, and he might like me too, but my friends might also be being really pushy about starting an actual relationship, and I don’t think I’m ready for that, so I might be trying to distract them while getting his opinions on relationship stuff without him knowing either, and I’m not exactly sure how to do that,” She rushed out eventually. She supposed that was one way to put her situation.

Mlle. Bustier had to think for a moment, and it made Marinette feel a little better knowing that her teacher stopped to think about the problem before giving advice, instead of spouting off some generic answer.

“Well, what do you normally do to let someone know you value them?”

“I make them something,” Marinette didn’t even have to think about the answer, it was just there. It was just what she did.

“Why not talk about that? Giving gifts is a good way to let them know you care, especially something homemade like you do. But you don’t only give those to romantic interests, correct?”

“No.”

“Do you think making him something would be a good way to let him know you like him without being too obvious?”

“It might be. But if I’m talking about it, what if it gives him the wrong idea? Or maybe the right idea, but-” Marinette started waving her hands erratically, activating ‘worse case scenario’™ mode.

Mlle. Bustier patiently waited for Marinette to finish her freakout, as though she knew this was normal for Marinette. She probably did after so long of being her teacher.

Mlle. Bustier had just opened her mouth to reply when a crash sounded from outside. Screams followed within three seconds, and both girls rushed to the window.

“Oh come on!” Marinette hissed, her hand migrating towards her purse without thinking. The courtyard was starting to fill with smoke, but she could see a small Akuma with a brightly colored bodysuit in multiple colors running around, throwing, were those juices? Paint? Sauces? Something.

Mlle. Bustier pursed her lips, worry creasing her face. Marinette glanced up, unsure how she was going to get out to help. Maybe wait until another wall got smashed and then run?

“Hey! Paintballs should be kept in designated areas! My jacket is not one of them!” the outraged shout filtered through the glass. Probably Chloe. She was getting better, but she still needed some help on priorities and personality. The Akuma yelled something back, but Marinette couldn’t make it out over the crash from another attack.

“I’m no designer, but I have to agree with Chloe here. That shade of pink, with her shade of yellow? Almost as bad as your outfit!” Yep, Chloe. And Chat was there too! But probably on his own, and Marinette didn’t like that thought. She needed an escape route, and fast.

“You should get out there soon Marinette.”

Marinette turned to Mlle. Bustier, surprised. “I have no idea what you mean?” Marinette flinched as another crash interrupted the lie. Of course, with a Miraculous out there, the Akuma was getting more violent.

Mlle. Bustier’s hand landed on her shoulder, gentle but firm. “Yes you do. Chat Noir needs his Ladybug, just, please be careful.”

Marinette nodded, eyes wide. When had Mlle. Bustier figured it out? Tikki shot out of Marinette’s purse, flying up to Mlle. Bustier’s face. The teacher jumped, but didn’t yell. “I’ll keep her safe, but you have to too.”

“No one else knows, nor will they,” Mlle. Bustier assured the little being. Tikki nodded, then turned to Marinette.

“Marinette, she’s right. She already knows, we can just go.”

“Okay,” Marinette breathed, still slightly out of it. Another crash snapped her back to reality though. “Tikki, Spots on!”

*****

Adrien was not happy with Hawkmoth. Well, he never was, but he always was extra mad when Hawkmoth akumatized a child.

Someone had insulted the kid’s finger painting, a finger painting, which he was apparently really proud of, and from what Adrien could gather while fighting, the deal was that the kid could destroy all other artists’ works, -starting with teen artists, because it was a teen who did the insulting,- and then his paintings would be the best in the world.

Chat Noir did not enjoy that fight. Eventually Ladybug had to signal for Queen B’s help, just so they could defeat him, and then the poor child had started freaking out, being in an unknown place with strangers. The kid was only three, four at most!

They had gotten him home, but Chat Noir was still stewing hours later, waiting for Ladybug, Queen B and Rena Rouge.

“Can I shove his broach down his throat when we meet him?” Queen B’s voice said from behind him.

“We have to give it back to the Guardian, so I don’t think so. He is going to pay for terrorizing Paris though,” Ladybug added, plopping down beside Chat, her face dark.

“Spots, are we still going to do the Winging lesson? I need a distraction if I’m not allowed to hurt him.” Queen B settled on Chat’s other side, examining her suited fingernails.

“I’m just glad we have the Miracle cure. Otherwise you might be fighting Chloe for first person to get revenge on Hawkmoth,” Rena guessed, joining her teammates.

Ladybug snorted and Queen B scowled. “Do not remind me of that injustice! My eyes are still traumatized!”

“Yeah, his color coordination could have used some help. The whole school would have a lot of work on their hands if we didn’t have the cure. I did see his normal art pieces though, and he’s really good for being three,” Ladybug agreed. “And Queen B, just look up the last fashion week’s photos. Those should help.”

“I’ll try it.”

“He’s like a mini Nathaniel,” Rena interrupted, frowning. “Hawkmoth shouldn’t be able to turn gifts like that into a bad thing.”

“Agreed,” Chat said, whipping his tail unhappily.

“Same.”

“One of these times it’ll backfire, and he’ll get his comeuppance,” Ladybug assured them, pulling out her yo-yo and swinging it up and down like a normal yo-yo. “He better.”

They sat in silence for a little while, and Ladybug even laid her head on his shoulder after putting her yo-yo away! Although that was probably just because she was tired. It was a really late patrol tonight.

Eventually Chat couldn’t stand the silence anymore. He needed something to think about other than what punishment they should give Hawkmoth. He had started thinking of something else to talk about when Queen B beat him too it.

“Hey Rena?”

“What’s up Queenie?”

“When you were talking about that kid’s artistic talent, you called it a gift. Why?”

Ladybug sat straight up at that comment, turning towards Rena and Queen B. Chat’s shoulder felt oddly light without her weight, even if he didn’t notice much weight being put on it. Maybe he just missed the contact?

“What? Oh. It’s just a synonym that’s used, but it means that someone’s a natural at something. I guess at that young of an age, it doesn’t count as a talent because he hasn’t had enough time to develop it? It felt like the right thing to say.”

Queen B hummed, and being so close to her Chat could tell she had practically buzzed. The Bee miraculous must give attributes like his does.

“That’s a really nice way to think about it Rena,” Chat said into the void. He wondered what his gifts had been, or if everything had been programmed into him.

“Why don’t we do that tonight?” Ladybug offered, her voice soft.

“Do what?” Rena asked, leaning forward so she could see Ladybug over the other two.

“Point out what we see as each others’ gifts or talents.”

“Sure!”

“Why not?” Queen B shrugged, leaning back. She muttered something after that, and although Chat didn’t catch all of it, it sounded like ‘a lot to make up for, especially-’

“I’m up for that,” he agreed, deciding to leave Queen B to her bee stuff. She had been acting a little weird here and there recently.

“Okay. Who wants to go first?”

“I can,” Queen B volunteered, before he or Rena could open their mouths. “Ladybug, a gift I can always see with you is your kindness. Even when someone does more bad than good, you point out the good and help them stay on the right path. Chat Noir, one of yours if definitely your perseverance. If you didn’t keep trying, and keep Ladybug going, I don’t even know where we’d be. Rena, yours is your optimism. You keep going along with us, even when we seem crazy, and your smiley attitude is contagious.” Chat could feel Rena’s smile, even as far away from her as he was. He felt really happy about this plan. His father often forgot to tell him when he did well, so hearing such things from his friends lifted his spirits immensely.

“Thank you Queenie! Can I go next?” Rena asked, the ‘smiley attitude’ Queen B had mentioned shining out.

“Any objects Chat?”

“Nope. Go ahead Rena,” Chat wanted to thank Queen B too, but he also didn’t want to interrupt the flow of things.

“Alright. So going down the line, Ladybug, one of your gifts is your leadership skills. It takes a lot to corral us into a working system sometimes, but you find a way. And you use what you’ve got when you do. It kinda reminds me of my best friend really,” Chat was sure he felt Ladybug stiffen at that. He was probably right about them being civilian best friends. He focused back on Rena’s words before he could keep going down that rabbit hole though. “-Makes being on the team and working in tandem so much easier. Queenie, yours is your attitude as well. It’s almost a mix between no nonsense and total drama, and it makes everything so much more interesting when we’re hanging out.”

Queen B didn’t say anything, and neither did Chat. He almost opened his mouth when Ladybug spoke up instead. “Thank you Rena. That’s high praise for all of us.”

Chat nodded fervently, glad Ladybug could turn his feelings into words when he couldn’t. Queen B nodded beside him, and for a moment he thought he heard her sniffle.

“Agreed,” Chat said, when Queen B still hadn’t said anything.

“Can I go next?”

Ladybug hoped her teammates couldn’t hear the break in her voice as she asked. Even she wasn’t sure if it was from nervousness or embarrassment.

“Go ahead LB,” Chat offered, half-shrugging. She was glad he let her. She was a little scared of what he would say on his turn. It’d be nice, of course, but if he went first, she might die of embarrassment before she went herself. When had her minor, backseat crush on him become so major?

Marinette, because she was still Marinette under the suit, took a deep breath before she started. She couldn’t say this wrong. Ladybug started with Rena Rouge, going down the line the opposite way her teammates had.

“Alright, Rena, one of your gifts is definitely trustworthiness. You yearn for truth, but can tell when it needs omitted. That’s a powerful asset here,” She hoped Alya understood how important it was to Marinette that she could be counted on for such. Without Alya, Marinette and Ladybug wouldn’t be the them of today.

“Queen B, one of yours is your yearning to get better. You want to be the best, and although sometimes your means in trying to achieve that aren’t, agreeing to work towards it is a good show of character,” Ladybug wasn’t talking to Queen B either. Just like with Rena, she was talking to the civilian under the mask. It was Chloe who needed to know this, not Queen B.

That left Chat. There was a lot she needed to say, but she couldn’t pour it all out here. The wrong circumstances, the wrong emotions in the air, the wrong people there. She wanted to tell him when it was just the two of them. So she started with what she had always known, always seen in him, even from day one. Way before she starting crushing and noticing every little thing.

“Chat, one of yours is how trusting and encouraging you are. Even from the start, when neither of us knew what we were doing, you trusted me to figure it out, even after I let the Akuma get away. You kept me fighting through that fight, and every one after that. Even now, when we have a better hold on things, and have Queen B and Rena to help-”

A flash of light and a roar from below them cut her off. Ladybug scowled down, yanking her yo-yo off her hip and standing. This was why they patrolled, honestly. At least they could get it over with quickly.

“Looks like we’ll be back. Ready to kick some butt M’lady?” Chat stood up beside her, his baton out quickly enough.

“Yep. If it’s another kid though, Hawkmoth is getting it.” She jumped off the roof, half thankful she had been cut off, and half upset. Why were her emotions being so weird?

Queen B watched as Ladybug and Chat started to fight the Akuma. She couldn’t fully make out the colors or design of the suit, but if she had to guess, she’d say it was probably black and blue. Or maybe purple?

Her Miraculous didn’t enhance eyesight like Chat’s was reported too, so she wasn’t actually sure.

“What did you mean by that?”

Queen B turned to Rena Rouge at her comment. “By what?”

“When Ladybug suggested doing the gifts thing, you said you had a lot to make up for with her. What did that mean?”

Queen B turned away, frowning. Rena didn’t need to know, did she?

“Look, if it’s too personal that’s alright, but if it’s Akuma guilt, which is still personal I guess, you need to remember that your Akuma was Hawkmoth, not you.”

“It’s not that! It’s something else,” Rena thought she was guilty about being an Akuma? Nope. Well, yes, but that wasn’t what she had meant.

“Is it something I can help with?”

Queen B sighed, maybe she should have said Rena’s ‘BFF’ essence was another gift. Was there anyone the girl wasn’t a good friend too?

“Only off the record,” Queen B surprised herself by saying it. Crap. No one was supposed to know they knew! Maybe she could lie? But-

“I can do that.”

But Rena was trustworthy. Ladaybug had said so herself. It couldn’t hurt that much, right?

“No one else should know this, okay? I probably shouldn’t even be telling you, but the only person I can talk about it to is my Kwami. Well, I could talk to Ladybug about it, but that would require actually setting up a civilian meetup, which I don’t think I can do.”

“Civilian meetup?” Rena laughed nervously. “You do know we aren’t allowed to do that, right?”

“Because we can’t know who each other is?”

“Yeah.”

“I know who she is.”

Queen B flinched as Rena punched her in the shoulder. “You’re lying.”

“I wish I were. It’s be a ridiculous lie, but I wish it was,” she shook her head. “Everything was so much simpler when I could hate civilian her and love her when she was wearing spots.”

“What?” Rena asked, her brown eyes widening.

“Ridiculous, right? All it took was a boost of confidence, a mask, and a friend who stuck by her side and trusted her enough to let her save my life. and suddenly she was the best thing ever,” Queen B flinched as the something exploded, illuminating Chat Noir being really close to it, but focused back on her and Rena’s talk. They weren’t allowed to help unless called for. “It’s my fault Chat has to be so encouraging to her. For years, years, I told this girl she was worthless and tortured her almost every day. It was fun to make her life miserable, and no one ever stood up for her. It made it easy.

“And then this year started, and suddenly there are people willing to be her friends and raise her confidence, and stand up for her, and then she was standing up for herself and everyone else. I blamed it on the friends and started attacking most of them too. I even got one of them Akumatized. And I almost got Spots Akumatized, even with her Miraculous’ protection.

“And then a few weeks ago, after that crazy actor Akuma that attacked a school, we literally ran into each other as our timers ran out.

“I was horrible to her for years Rena, and she still saw fit to let me be a hero. She gave me this amazing opportunity, and I love it. But I still haven’t made it up to her.”

Rena Rouge seemed broken. After a minute she snapped back to reality, shaking her head. “You sound like Chloe, Queenie.”

Queen B shot straight up and looked her in the eye. “Chloe?”

“One of my classmates, never mind. But I think you left something out. You can’t have been that horrible if she gave you your Miraculous,” Rena’s raised eyebrow pushed Queen B onward, ignoring the fact that she and Rena might also go to school together. Besides, she couldn’t be the only Chloe in Paris, right?

“I’ve been trying to get better for weeks, something both Spots and Civilian her have been encouraging me to do. I guess I got good enough. But I know I’m not actually. Not until I make amends with everyone, and make sure she knows how sorry I am. I was wrong, every single time I said those things, I just couldn’t see it through the haze that was the adrenaline from attacking her.”

Queen B’s trompo started ringing before they could carry on, “Thanks for listening, let’s see what they need,” she flicked it open as the Eiffel tower started to tip.

“Turns out, we really need help with this one. Any chance you could-”

“LB the tower’s coming down!”

“Crap! Both of you, get out of there now!” Ladybug’s feed went dark, but Rena and Queen B were already on their feet.

“Any time Queenie. Have you tried just apologizing?” Rena offered, jumping down. Queen B followed, unsure of how to answer.

Rena Rouge’s focus was torn as she reached the ground, where an Akuma who seemed to be calling herself “Lovekiller” and looked like a female Dark Cupid, minus the wings, -Honestly, couldn’t Hawkmoth find new themes for his Akuma?- was shooting, arrows. Of course. Sadly though, these one’s didn’t seem to absorb into their targets and turn them hateful, instead splitting into multiples and exploding on impact with anything. At least he gave her new powers.

“Geez Hawkmoth! Reusing designs? And I thought you couldn’t get any lower! You didn’t even pick a good one!” Queen B sounded outraged. Just a minute ago she looked like she was hauling a thousand pounds of regret, and now she looked ready to drop that weight onto the Akuma. Or maybe Hawkmoth? Rena didn’t know.

She didn’t know what to think about any of this. Queen B knew who Ladybug was. And was sad about it!

Then again, with the version of backstory Queenie told her, Rena probably would have been a little bit upset in her shoes too.

“Rena watch it!” She was yanked out of the line of fire, Ladybug’s yo-yo wrapped around her middle.

“Sorry, I-”

“Just don’t do it again. Please, I don’t want you hurt.”

Rena nodded, trying to focus back on the task at hand. It had been easier when she was caught up in the thrill of being a hero, not wondering about the secrets of her newest teammate.

Lovekiller’s attacks were mostly random, but seemed to be aimed especially at the few people who hadn’t evacuated and were still in groups. Weird.

“What’s our plan?” Rena asked, watching Ladybug pull Queenie back over to them.

“By ‘Love’ she means social relationships,” Chat started to explain as Ladybug knocked an arrow out of the sky. “We need to scatter, or start acting like we hate each other, and then-” A beeping noise cut him off. “Ladybug?”

“I got it, go recharge.”

Chat nodded and leapt off, staying behind cover.

“Once we’re scattered, we attack. Rena, we need copies of each of us, make it look like they’re getting along. This will distract Lovekiller while Chat and I sneak up on her. Stay out of her sight, if she sees you she’ll realize it’s a trick, and you can’t hold an illusion under fire. B, you need to have sting ready at Rena’s back, in case Lovekiller does figure it out. I’ll call for a Lucky Charm as soon as Chat gets back, and we’ll go on frontal assault. Rena, you’ll need to update our illusions as we go, so she can’t tell the difference. Everything clear?”

“We got it Spots. Rena, meet up over there?” Queen B motioned towards the fallen Eiffel tower.

“Yeah,” Rena confirmed, pulling her flute off her back.

The plan was executed without a hitch, the Lucky Charm being an ice cream. Alya was pretty sure that had been a common one, but it did work.

Concentrating on her illusions had been helpful, but after their usual fistbump there was nothing to distract her from what Queenie had said. Ladybug didn’t seem to be harboring any negative feelings towards her, and yet Queenie was sure she should.

And here Alya thought that all the drama in stories were just spicing it up for fans.

“See you guys next time!” Chat saluted and bounded off, his staff glinting as he left.

“I should go too,” Rena tried to give Queenie a look that said she and Ladybug needed to talk. She wasn’t sure if it worked as she ran away, but she really hoped so.

She landed behind one of the Eiffel tower’s higher support beams to detransform, handing Trixx a snack as she did so.

“Quite a tangle, eh?” The little being asked, her purple eyes bright.

“Totally,” Alya agreed, turning to head home.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry!” The sudden outburst made Alya turn back, surprised by the noise. Queen B’s bright coloring stood out across the open space as she talked to Ladybug.

“Thank you,” Ladybug’s did too, until pink sparkles ran up her body, making the deserted area they must have moved to as well brighter for a moment. “Do you think you’re ready to try and make up with Alya?”

“What?”

“Chloe, I forgive you. But, I’m not the only one you’ve hurt.”

“Alya, we should leave,” Trixx warned, floating into her line of sight. Alya closed her eyes and turned back towards the stairs home. Trixx was right, they needed to leave. She shouldn’t be listening. But, Queenie was Chloe! Chloe. Alya didn’t know how to cope with this.

And the voice she had heard from Ladybug sounded way too similar to someone else she knew. Not that she was going to admit that to anyone, even herself.

#I am begging why are my ao3 author notes so long #baby DK zip the lips #zip #anyway more words I have not read in ages #old fics #Hiatus era fic #jaymeow writes #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #ladynoir july 2018 #alya cesaire #ew romance #crossposting spam #THHMR

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le-chat-noir-et-la-coccinelle · 2 years

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Why the babies

WHY THE BABIES

#chat noir #adrien agreste #cat noir #ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #ladynoir #miraculous ladybug #jubilation #jubilation spoilers #this has to be the most atrocious thing I've seen on this show #who looked at that and said #that looks bout ready to go live #why do some scenes look so badly animated and the models look so off putting #I can forgive a lot of it #but why the babies #what does it mean what does it mean #aaaajghh

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annoyingexboyfriend · 9 months

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just watched the new Miraculous movie and i’ve been watching the show since 2015 so i feel like i’m allowed to have opinions

#IM SO CONFUSED BY WHAT JUST HAPPENED #the songs are just not it for me not even just because the singing voice for Marinette is so different #why did they make Plagg are fart bag 😭#what was the deal with Carelsss Whisper??#why did Hawkmoth have the force #is that photo of child Adrien just the kid from Boss Baby with blonde hair?#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous movie

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just-some-random-bitch · 2 years

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First of all... wtf

Second of all... WTF!!

#those baby will haunt my dreams #why tf does he have a mustach #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug

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was in desperate need of some serotonin today, so here's some quick post-reveal bed-sharing

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Marinette wakes up to a bump in the night. It’s her boyfriend (and not in the way you’d think).

Thump.

The sound tore Marinette from her sleep. She shot straight up in bed, frantically scanning the area for danger. With a start, she realized she wasn’t in her room. Memories were returning slowly as she recalled deciding with Adrien to spend the night at his for once, both too tired after the long day to trek the extra few blocks to hers.

She gasped— Adrien. Her hand patted down the area to her immediate left, seeking his warmth where she was used to finding it. A steady rhythm from her heart beat against her rib cage as she turned to see his side of the bed empty.

“Oof,” a soft sigh breathed from the floor.

Marinette was leaning over the edge in a flash, finding her boyfriend rubbing his eyes as he slowly sat up.

“Adrien!” she gasped. “What happened? What are you doing?”

His eyes flickered to hers, bright even in the dark, and he chuckled. “I think” —his hand moved to massage his side, low by his hip— “it was a well-timed kick to my side.”

Her heart dropped in her chest. “What?”

He laughed again, pulling himself back onto the bed and taking her into his arms. “What kind of dream were you having, Buginette?” he asked. “Must have been pretty intense.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, pushing against his chest so she could continue looking into his face. Mirth danced through his green eyes. “Are you implying that I kicked you out of the bed?” she asked disbelievingly. “Why are you so calm about it?”

“Oh. It’s not the first time.”

“What?”

Adrien shrugged. “Well, usually, when we’re at your place, I just kinda end up pushed against the wall? The loft has that nice built-in baby gate, lucky for me. This is the first time I’ve actually fallen out.”

Her jaw dropped open. This was mortifying information to receive in the middle of the night. “Adrien,” she said sternly, taking his shoulders in her hands and staring intensely into his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me I kick you every night?”

“It’s not every night,” he replied dismissively. She gave him a look. “Okay, it is most nights, but still! Not every night!”

“I don’t care how often it is!” She shook his shoulders, his body pliantly rocking back and forth with her movements. “Why wouldn’t you tell me so I can stop? I must be ruining your sleep!”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled, the picture of innocence. “I think it’s cute.”

Marinette wanted to growl, but she knew it wouldn’t be nearly as intimidating as she wanted it to with the red she could feel all over her face. She groaned, dragging her hands down her cheeks until the skin stretched. “What’s wrong with you?”

Again, Adrien gathered her in his arms, this time with Marinette accepting the embrace. She curled up against his chest as she felt him press a delicate kiss to the crown of her head. “It’s an honor to be your punching bag,” he joked.

“Adrien,” she groaned, thunking her head against his shoulder, “shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“Wait, no, that makes me feel worse,” she hastened to say. “I need to apologize to you! I’m sorry.”

He chuckled again, his warm breath tickling her forehead as it passed through her hair. “Like I said, I really, really don’t mind.”

“Why don’t you mind?” She pouted, tilting her head up to look at him. “Doesn’t it wake you up?”

“Sometimes, yeah, but–” He sighed as he seemed to look for the right words. His mouth tilted in a half-smile. “I like knowing you’re still there with me.”

All the embarrassment drained out of her as she noticed his tone change. “Do you think I would go somewhere?”

“Technically, no,” he answered honestly, “but sometimes… in the back of my mind…”

She frowned. “You get anxious.”

He took in a breath. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Marinette wrapped her arms around his midsection, pressing her face into his worn cotton t-shirt. He smelled of citrus and the fresh linen scent of her Maman’s favorite laundry detergent, making her smile. He smelled of home.

“I’d never leave you, Adrien,” she murmured.

“I know.”

“Especially not in the middle of the night.”

He laughed. “I know.” His arms tightened around her as he laid their bodies back down against the pillows. “We’re a package deal. A bonded pair.”

“Exactly,” she huffed. Leaning up on one arm, she poked him in the chest. “But you really should have told me I was kicking you in my sleep. I feel like a jerk.”

“A cute jerk.”

“Stop calling it cute!”

He waggled his eyebrows as he grinned at her. “It’s not my fault that everything you do is cute.”

She growled frustratedly. She wanted to be angry, but instead she pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re so annoying.”

“Annoying and cute?”

Rolling her eyes, she leaned back onto his chest. “Yes,” she huffed.

Adrien laughed again, the sound reverberating in her eardrum. She loved the quiet moments like this where she could hear everything— his laugh, his breaths, his heart beating in his chest. The arm wrapped around his middle tugged him closer, and in response he squeezed her tighter against him.

“Seriously,” she mumbled, “wake me up next time. I don’t want to kick you out of bed.”

“It’s really not a big deal,” he whispered back. She opened her mouth in protest, but he spoke again before she could, “Sometimes it’s just a little nudge. Like this:” His foot connected with her shin under the blankets, gently pushing against her with featherlight pressure.

“Oh.”

“See? Nothing.”

“But–”

“And the kicking,” he interrupted, knowing exactly what she was going to say, as always, “I don’t mind, because I can always tell when you’re having a dream. And I like knowing that.” His thumb was brushing over the exposed skin on her shoulder, lulling her back towards sleep.

Against the siren song, she shook her head. “Still, if you ever want to wake me up– even just to talk, I want you to wake me up,” she whispered.

“Now, I know that’s sleep-Marinette talking.”

She would have rolled her eyes if she thought he could see it. “Ha ha,” she said sarcastically. “I mean it. I’d gladly lose a couple hours’ sleep for you.” She turned her head to press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “Especially knowing you would for me.”

“I would. Anytime.”

“I know.”

“Okay,” he mumbled into her hair, his lips brushing her scalp, “I’ll try not to let you attack me inexorably again.” She heard him breathe deeply, his chest expanding beneath her head.

“You’re lucky I’m so tired right now, kitty cat,” she mumbled, her eyes sliding shut.

“Yeah, I really am. I love you."

"Love you too..." she managed before sleep pulled her back in, warm in Adrien’s arms.

#‘nicole didn’t you write post reveal cuddles earlier this year?’ YES. AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN #ml fanfic #adrinette #adrienette #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #love square #ml #my writing #actually probably one of my favorite things i’ve ever written if i’m honest

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