#SORRY THIS ISNT AS DETAILED AS CLAIRE'S but she does have like the most content out of all the wh characters so

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if you would be so gracious to, Noel Levine

noel 💗💗💗💗💗 anyways

from what i remember pretty much nothing is said about how noel likes to dress but i could be wrong 🤔 but looking at pictures of him he seems to have a pretty clear style to me

i am not taking into account what he looked like as a kid because i don't think that was in his control

this is his regular outfit 😊😊😊 it kinda looks like a school uniform to me but idk

something that stands out to me about a lot of his outfits are the collar of the shirts

(he looks so handsome here btw) like even in his halloween costume he's still wearing a collar that pops up (idk how else to describe it)

and here too (i am not 100% sure behind the context of this picture but i think it's like a school au thing)

so i think he mostly likes to wear button up shirts that have collars that pop out

+ he normally wears an accessory with the collar (either a bow or a tie)

here is his outfit without the jacket thing

speaking of the jacket thing he normally always wears something over his shirts so maybe he gets cold easily?? or he just likes being covered up

the two jackets between his normal outfit and the school one both seem like blazers with the fancy triangle things on the side (i don't know what they're called..) and they also have buttons (noel really likes buttons)

the jacket he's wearing in his halloween costume seems to be thicker and it also has fur trim but that makes sense because halloween is in october and it's cold in october

he also wears this outfit in the photobooth which doesn't really seem his style + i'm pretty sure he made a comment about feeling like the clothes were wearing him instead of the other way around (but it does look very nice on him)

even though it's not something he picked out it does fall within the color scheme that he typically wears which is mostly blues, whites and touches of gold (the gold makes sense because it matches his hair) but the blue isn't like a light pastel blue it's more of a deeper blue (like claire's) (both of their theme colors are blue though so that makes sense)

he's also wearing navy blue here i think?? or black i'm not sure but yeah mostly blues

in terms of accessories he doesn't really have many except for the gold clip on his regular outfit but his halloween outfit has some accessories like the collar (but i think that's part of the costume itself) and the pretty blue flower thing

he mostly just wears accessories on like the triangle part of the jackets he wears

there's also this (he looks so cute here but anyways) he is wearing a scarf with a blue plaid (i think that's what it's called) scarf which matches his outfit!! and also the santa hat but that's not really important

also i just feel like i have to include this because it is one of his outfits but it's just like blue swimming shorts (however it does have a little bow like his regular outfit so that's a nice detail)

he almost dresses like a less stylistically developed claire but like masculine with the colors and the flower accessory which i think is cute

overall here is probably what i would style him with:

definitely a shirt with a popped collar, probably a white one or maybe a nice dark blue one

a bow or tie to go with it

a blazer with buttons to go over it (either blue or black)

maybe some gold clips to clip onto his blazer

for colder weather probably just a blue jacket with fur trim and some buttons along with a scarf (but he could always layer with his other jackets too)

for fancy occasions probably like a navy blue/black suit jacket blazer thing (i don't know what to call it 😭😭😭) and a pretty blue flower clip on thingy (he can match with claire 🤗)

#whnoc #noel levine #SORRY THIS ISNT AS DETAILED AS CLAIRE'S but she does have like the most content out of all the wh characters so #he's almost matching with claire #hes so cute #i love noel #smooching him #piper clothes

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The tattoo- A Jim&Marinette Fanfic

Hi guys! So, a while ago I read somewhere an otp prompt where Person A had a tattoo that resemblanced its soulmate (Person B), so I decided to write a Jimari small fanfic (or one shot) about it, huuuuuge thanks to @fanaticfangirl2602 who helped me with grammar errors (English isnt my first language) and adding her own details to the story! :D Sorry it took soooo long my dear! I had no idea it was in my email until today, but without any further, enjoy!

The tattoo was a sword.

As she’d grown up, her mother had told her that her tattoo would grow and change, because the person her tattoo represented – her soulmate, Marinette had called them when she was young - was growing too. But Marinette didn’t expect at all that a kitchen knife would slowly turn into a sword in a matter of a week.

It was a steely gray blade, with a soft blue glow emanating from it, almost like gentle flames. Although it was large in size, Marinette couldn’t complain. It was beautiful.

She checked it once again in the mirror before putting her bra on and wondering if Adrien, her boyfriend, was the meaning of the sword.

"Does it mean something due his fencing classes?" She wondered aloud as she pulled on her top.

Although they have been together for 3 months now, she was still too shy to ask him what the form of his soulmate tattoo was. Not to mention, she was way too shy to get her blouse off in front of him to show him hers. The simple thought made her blush.

She picked up her things and headed towards a cafe near her house to meet up Alya.

Alya, Marinette thought with a smile in her face. It had been a year since the pair of girls had become best friends, and now they were inseparable. Alya, besides Marinette’s parents and Tikki, was the only one who knew the form of Marinette's tattoo. Alya herself had a turtle one, and Marinette remembered how they used to spend time at their sleepovers making theories about each other's tattoos.

"Maybe he's a serial killer that uses a knife as his weapon!" Alya jokingly guessed one night.

"Yeah? Well, maybe yours has ears so big he has to cover them with headphones!" Marinette retorted with a grin.

Of course, that was before Alya's tattoo transformed into a turtle. After that, Marinette kept wondering if hers was going to change too. She didn’t need to wonder anymore.

She was glad that her tattoo had changed just in time for the middle winter vacation. Alya was coming back from spending the holidays with her family outside of Paris, and Marinette would be able to show her friend the unexpected change nearly immediately.

Marinette sighed happy as she walked down the Paris sidewalk, content. At the moment, Paris was covered all in white, sparkly snow, making the city a gorgeous sight to behold. Marinette never got tired of the sight of her home turned into a beautiful winter wonderland.

The girl was pulled from her thoughts when a short, chubby boy sprinted past her, cackling good naturedly.

"You can’t catch me, Jimbo!" The funny boy shouted, throwing a snowball over his shoulder that Marinette thought was aimed at her at first. That thought was quickly dismissed when a second boy, this one taller and lankier, came into view. He dodged the snowball that sailed past Marinette, and sputtered.

"Tobes!" Shouted the tall boy, breathing heavily from running, "Not so fa-"

Mid sentence, he passed Marinette on the right and she felt it.

It was a shiver. She had been told multiple times it would be. A shiver that went through the tattoo sprawled across her back, ensuring to everyone its meaning. It crossed her entire backside, from the back of her neck to her hip, leaving her skin tingling with warmth. She knew exactly what it was. She’d been told of it multiple times.

The shiver you get when you cross paths with your soulmate.

But it couldn’t be.

"C’mon, Jim, you can’t stay inside all day!” Toby complained. “We’re in one of the most beautiful cities in the world! Let’s go get some croissants.”

Jim ignored his friend and continued staring hopelessly looking at his phone. Please call, he thought, over and over again. Please.

Before leaving on this winter vacation trip, he’d taken a huge step in his relationship with Claire. The couple had finally decided to do it. It’d all gone downhill though once Claire took away Jim's shirt and she saw his tattoo. She immediately realized what the symbol meant, and both of their hearts had dropped. She wasn’t Jim's other half.

After an hour and a half of screaming and crying, Jim left Claire's house heartbroken. The next thing he knew, a day had passed and he was on the next plane to Paris with Toby and Strickler.

"It could be nice a trip only for boys," Barbara had encouraged him gently over dinner the night before, smiling softly.

Jim hadn’t been convinced, but when Blinky brought up a changeling who’d staken out in Paris, it’d turned the tides. "You have to keep an eye on them, Master Jim," Blinky had said grandly, and so Jim accepted. It was his duty as Trollhunter.

For some reason, when they arrived at the hotel they’d all be staying at, Strickler gave them 150€ and left without a word, leaving a hungry Toby and a sad Jim behind. They pair of boys had checked in, found their room, and Jim had promptly curled up on a bed and taken out his phone.

Now, he sighed dejectedly and sat up. “Fine,” he mumbled, finally acknowledging the pleading that had been coming from his best friend for nearly half an hour. Toby cheered and immediately grabbed his coat. Seconds later, the shorter boy was dragging his friend out of their room and into the street of Paris.

Toby googled the nearest croissant store once they were outside, and found one by the name of "Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie." When he showed it to Jim, the boy just shrugged.

"Sure,” he mumbled, accepting his fate of being dragged to the patisserie.

In their winter coats and boots, the pair of friends walked through the streets of Paris. Toby rambled on about how cool everyone looked and how difficult it would be to understand accents,

His words coming out a mile a minute. Jim couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to his friend, though. His mind was at the other side of the world and his shoulders heavy with loss, thinking of a girl with chocolate brown hair and a bright blue streak. He didn’t even notice when Toby stopped talking.

He did notice the snowball that hit him in the face.

Thoughts of Claire were shoved away by the freezing cold feeling now all over his face. "Toby?!” Jim exclaimed with wide, startled eyes. He shook his head and wiped snow from his face. “What the heck man!?"

Toby just cackled and took off running. "You can’t catch me, Jimbo!" Toby taunted over his shoulder, throwing more snowballs towards his friend.

Jim almost laughed. He raced after his friend, narrowly dodging a snowball. "Tobes! Not so fa-"

A shiver.

It started on his midback and zip-zagged it’s way around his torso, back and forth, until it reached his left hip. The feeling it left lingered, a surreal warmth that countered the cold, Parisian air.

Her mother had told him he would feel it one day. She’d told him stories.

But he never thought the red, polka dotted yoyo tangled around his torso and back could really mean something. Even once he’d found the Amulet, even when he’d become the protector of a magical species.

But the magical shiver that followed the black string of his tattoo proved him otherwise.

He turned, and there she was. A girl with midnight black hair and bright blue eyes. Clearly, she’d felt it too.

They just stood there, looking at each other. A pair of strangers, both with wide eyes and shock coursing through them. Neither said a word for several moments.

Then the girl started to blush and quickly turned away.

Coming back to his senses, Jim blinked in surprise before following her.

"Wait!" He called. He fought to keep up with the girl’s speedy pace, and found himself nearly running to keep up with her. Dang, she’s fast, he thought as he called out to her once again.

No… no, no, no, no, no! Marinette kept thinking. It couldn’t be. She wrapped herself in a hug and increased her already fast pace, walking as quickly away as she could from the boy without full out sprinting. Tears pricked at her eyes. This can’t be happening. It can’t be. It was supposed to be Adrien! Adrien! She kept thinking, heart racing at the thought that Adrien may not be... wasn’t…

"Hey! Wait, please!" The boy kept shouting, but she ignored him. He couldn’t be the one, he couldn’t be her-

A hand touched her shoulder and spun her around.

She sucked in a breath involuntarily and froze at the feeling that coursed through her. It was fast and fierce, electric in feeling. And it came from the hand resting on her shoulder. The hand of the boy she’d been fleeing from.

She bowed her head and avoided looking at him, fighting to keep herself together despite the tears that ran down her face. Despite how her whole body shook with repressed sobs.

"Hey…” It was the boy, again. His voice was considerably softer now, and she could hear the tinge of an American accent on his words. “Are you alright?" he asked, worry coating the question.

Marinette hiccupped and shook her head. No, no she was not okay. How could she be? Her boyfriend, the boy she’d been pining after and loving for months, wasn’t her soulmate.

Words started pouring out of her, quiet and broken. "C-can’t we j-just pretend this never happened?" She asked. Begged.

The boy went quiet. She chanced a glance up at him, and saw dark brows pinched in concern and and a frown on thin lips. And something else was there. Hesitation. It danced in his eyes, unsure.

It was enough for her to know.

He’d felt it too.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"Do you mind if we go to talk to some place more private?" he asked slowly, carefully, like she might turn and flee again at any seconds. She couldn’t blame him for thinking that. After a second, she surprised herself and nodded.

She didn’t say anything else. Just turned and started walking.

He followed the girl as she led from through Paris, a million questions running through his head. Why a yoyo? Why does it look like a ladybug? Looking at her, he didn’t spot anything that connected her to the tattoo. Not even a scrap of red fabric.

Little did he know she was thinking similar things.

Why a sword? Marinette wondered as her tears slowly dried. What if he's a miraculous holder and his weapon was a sword? But if that was the case, Master Fu would have told her. Right?

Before long, the pair arrived at a large building with a TS logo on the door. The girl went in first, and Jim followed silently. Once inside, the aroma of bread and sweets washed over him. It didn’t take long for him to spot the pastry cases and figure out why. The girl had led him to a bakery. But why? It didn’t seem very private. They were obviously open. They had a lot of bread, croissants, Toby, cakes...

Wait. Jim mentally backtracked.

"Tobes?”

Sure enough, that was his friend. The redhead turned around to face him, mouth full of croissants. When he saw Jim, he lit up and quickly swallowed his snack. "Jim!" he shouted, rushing over and hugging his friend. "There you are! I got worried when I lost sight of you! I looked around, but couldn’t find you anywhere, so I decided to find the bakery in case you were there, but you weren’t here either-”

"Yeah, sorry about that, Toby,” Jim said, gently interrupting his rambling friend. He hugged Toby back and explained, “I stumbled into..."

And it hit him.

He hadn’t asked for her name.

His "soulmate" was standing next to him and he hadn’t even bothered asking for her name! Stupid! He mentally facepalmed himself. Smooth one, Jim.

When the faltered, the girl quietly spoke up. "Ummm... I’m Marinette, by the way," she said, shyly extending her hand to Jim.

He removed himself from Toby and shook her hand, smiling sheepishly. "I’m Jim,” he replied. “Sorry for, uh, not asking for your name before.”

“It’s alright,” Marinette assured him softly, glancing away as she withdrew her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Marinette!” Toby grinned and waved cheerfully, hands full of croissants. “I’m Toby!"

The first hints of a smile appeared on Marinette’s face as she faced Toby and Jim felt something in himself relax. Tear tracks were still visible on her cheeks, but seeing her lips twitch up even the slightest amount was a relief to see.

“Nice to meet you, Toby,” she politely replied, before turning to face the woman working behind the cash register. "Mom,” Marinette started, and Jim realized two things. One, the woman working behind the counter was Marinette’s mother. Now that he looked at her, he could see the resemblance between the pair. Two, if that was her mother… “This is Jim. I have to talk with him about something in my room." … then this must be her family’s bakery.

"In your room dear?" Her mother asked, blinking in surprise.

"Yeah, it’s just,” Marinette put her hand on the back of her neck and gave her mother a look Jim couldn’t decipher, “it’s personal stuff"

A moment passed, then Marinette’s mother smiled softly. "I see..." She said, before nodding. “Go ahead, dear.”

Jim turned towards his friend and asked, “Can you wait here for a minute, Toby?”

"And enjoy these amazing croissants? Absolutely!” Toby said with a bright smile, before shoving another of the treats in his mouth.

"Your friend is funny, you know?" Marinette said as she took off her coat.

"Yeah, you have no idea.” Jim smiled slightly, shrugging off his own coat.

Marinette had led him a flight of stairs in the back that led into the family’s apartment. It was cozy, Jim had thought at the brief view he’d gotten of it. He hadn’t gotten to seen it for long, because Marinette had taken him up another flight up stairs, where her room apparently rested at the top.

Now they sat on the cold floor in silence. Marinette had her head down, appearing to be lost in thought, and leaving Jim to look around the room.

Much like what little he’d seen of her family’s apartment, her room was bright and cozy. It was clearly personalized to her tastes and well lived in, with comfortable pillows scattered about and pink covering the furnishing. Pictures covered her desk and the walls. Some were of Marinette and who Jim assumed were her parents. Some were of Marinette with other teens, all grinning and goofing off. Most, though, were of her and a blonde boy. There were pictures of them smiling, blushing, sharing ice cream… kissing…

She had a boyfriend.

That’s why she’d been crying, Jim realized. Because she had a boyfriend and when they’d crossed paths, and their tattoos had reacted, she’d realized the boy she was dating wasn’t her other half.

Jim’s heart clenched, reminded of his own heartache with Claire. Fate hadn’t been kind to either of them, it’d seemed.

The silence was broken by Marinette’s soft voice.

“Can I… Can I s-see your, um… tattoo?” She asked. When he turned his head to look at her, he saw he’d risen to gaze to watch him. She seemed timid, almost wary, when she asked, but also… curious.

Jim’s brain took a second to catch up with the question. When it did, he quickly stuttered out a reply. "O-Oh! Uh, yeah, yeah... Sure.” He reached down and fingered the hem of his tee shirt. “Just… give me a sec?”

Understanding, Marinette nodded and turned away.

Once she wasn’t looking, Jim grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt and pulled. Fighting against the awkwardness of taking his shirt off in a house he wasn’t entirely familiar with, he lifted the fabric over his head. Resting the clothing in his lap, he shifted slightly so she’d be able to see how the tattoo wrapped around him. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a moment, mentally preparing for this… moment. Whatever it would be.

He opened his eyes and glanced at her. "Okay... You can look now.”

He could see the exact moment she saw his tattoo.

She turned to face him, eyes flicking up to meet him, then shifted her gaze downwards… and froze.

Marinette couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

It was her yoyo.

Her Ladybug yoyo.

It was wrapped around his torso, the black string crossing across his torso and back multiple times, until it ended in the red, polka dotted yoyo that peaked out from beneath his jeans on his left hip.

Marinette put her hands to her mouth in shock.

This boy, this completely random boy whom she’d bumped into on the street, had the magical weapon of the Ladybug miraculous tattooed on him.

The silence had to be awkward for the boy – Jim – but Marinette couldn’t bring herself to say anything. The sight had been so unexpected it had shocked her to the core. Her mind raced, trying to process what she was seeing. Her yoyo was on her soulmate. Her Ladybug yoyo was on her soulmate, an American boy she’d never met.

After a minute, Jim shifted, looking uncomfortable under her incredulous stare. "So...” He said slowly, awkwardly. He looked away from her, turning his attention to her room instead. “Do you know what it means? Because I… don’t…" He trailed off, eyes locking onto the mannequin next to the mirror.

He was silent for a moment, and Marinette almost asked if he was okay. Before she could, he shouted. "That one!" Marinette startled slightly, not expecting the sudden exclamation. Jim jumped to his feet and excitedly pointed towards the dress she’d been working on that rested on the mannequin. "It used to be that before it turned into a yoyo!" He explained quickly, hurriedly walking over to it to more closely admire her signature "M" centered in a black circle, rounded with a black lace. "It used to be this one, the ‘M’ right here, but then..."

"Then it transformed," Marinette finished, also rising to stand.

Jim nodded.

She hesitated a moment, then asked him to turn around. Jim looked puzzled for a moment, but complied and turned away, giving her privacy. Before she lost her nerve, she took her shirt off and swiveled around so her back was facing him.

Clenching her shirt tight in her hands, she forced the words out. "Now you can see.”

Behind her, she heard his feet shuffle as he turned around. A moment passed. A minute, and still, Jim hadn’t said anything.

Perhaps this was how he felt when she didn’t respond to his own tattoo. Marinette shifted on her feet, nerves racing through her. This moment felt… urgent, somehow. Oh, she wished she could see him.

When another few moments had passed and he still hadn’t said anything, Marinette gave in and turned to look over her shoulder to see his expression.

All the color had drained from Jim’s face. He stared at her, wide eyed and almost gaping as he took in the tattoo that adorned her back. Something akin to horror danced in his eyes.

When he spoke, his voice was a strangled whisper.

“Oh, God.”

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