#adrien. my beloved sweet child. i love you.

[miraculosus]

Fandom Response to Miraculous Ladybug 514 “Derision”

Reception of the episode “Derision” upon airing appears mostly positive. That means it won’t create a dramatic rift as some of those who saw the leaks had feared, and the status quo of the fandom seems more or less undisturbed on the surface. Perhaps it pumps a bit more gas into the righteousness tanks of some and sours opinions of Kim (but those who really cared about him were few to begin with). Most are integrating the new information into their understanding of the characters, which may be a bad thing if you don’t like this new information and prefer to stick to “earlier versions” of them.

My own personal feelings on the matter are neither here nor there because the discourse is the main course. I’ve written three mock-reviews based on all the posts I’ve seen: positive, negative, and mixed. Let’s go!

Positive

What an enlightening look into Marinette’s past. My poor baby girl! I love her so much, and it hurt my heart to see how much she suffered in the past. This was a deeply moving and impactful depiction of the horrors and effects of school bullying, and even the systemic inadequacy of the adults response was realistic. Some parts hit a little too close to home, haha! It recontextualizes so many of Marinette’s past behaviors big and small all the way back to Origins in an amazing way. Her view of Chat Noir in season 1! Her reaction to Adrien in Puppeteer 2?! So many dots are connecting I’m going crazy! How can people say these writers aren’t good at long complex plots and foreshadowing? I’m eating this up!

Adrien’s responses really blew me away. I’ve always wanted to see him stand up and fight like that, and for it to be out of protectiveness for Marinette? So romantic! I love when a character is so devoted that they’ll go murder-mode instantly on anyone who tries to hurt their beloved. This dark side of Adrien is awesome! Seeing him finally cut off Chloe once and for all was super satisfying too. And in the end, he was just so patient and understanding of Marinette. That’s true love! Who could ask for a better boyfriend?

Socqueline was super cool, and it’s adorable how Marinette got her pigtails from her. That makes Socqueline dressing up as Ladybug such a sweet full circle moment!

This episode added a lot of depth to both Marinette and Adrien, and showed great development for Adrinette. They are so cute, and things are only getting better for them!

Negative

It’s glaringly obvious that this episode was a late-stage retcon created predominantly out of spite, and boy is it ugly. Somehow, they managed to ruin every character.

With Marinette, they try to prove her haters wrong and make us feel bad for her by showing her past actions were due to trauma, but all this does is tell us those things we laughed about as comedic cartoon exaggeration like her Adrien calendar, obsessive celebrity research, keeping his hair as a souvenir, sneaking into his house and sniffing his pillow, stuff like that… was actually genuinely problematic, creepy, and bad. Then they say don’t blame her for it, blame Chloe!

Could they leave Chloe out of it for once? I’m so sick and tired of the weird vendetta the writers seem to have against Chloe and her fans. They made her sympathetic by giving her that backstory and those genuine moments, now they punish us for not buying wholesale that this 14-year-old abused child who was never equipped to learn to be a decent person, is the root of all evil? We get it! Shes fucking sociopathic and malicious from womb to tomb! She’s worse than Gabriel ShadowHawkMothNarc Righteously-Enslaves-His-Son Agreste! I can accept the show will never give her a redemption arc, but this is exhausting. Love or hate Chloe, wouldn’t we all be better off if they just left her alone and wrote her out already? Every Chloe focus episode gets worse and worse.

Moving on, now they’ll make everyone hate Kim which was completely unwarranted. He already had his background arc from being a bumbling insensitive twat to a lovable goofy himbo. He may have been worse last year, but he denounced Chloe already after Dark Cupid. Plus, Kim and Marinette always got along just fine! Don’t try and tell me her trauma with him was just repressed until now? Kim was a great and fun side character that subverted the bully jock trope, and they had to go and ruin that for cheap points.

Adrien already had realistic and compelling character flaws they now refuse to address, instead going with the edgy murderous rage angle that completely goes against his whole established character and should have been left behind in bad OOC gender-roley fanfiction. Of course the Adrien Salters will never let this go, and then there are the Stans who think this glaring red flag is romantic. I get that some like the violently overprotective boyfriend trope, the guy who abandons principles of human decency out of passion and love, and takes care of all the girl’s emotional needs so she never needs to worry about anything, but it came out of nowhere. That’s not the kind of character or romance that made me like this show.

Finally, we have to mention how horrifically incompetent literally every adult looks here. Tom and Sabine didn’t do anything about Marinette’s suffering at school for years. Neither did any of the teachers or the Principal. They’re all rotten!

An utterly unnecessary and trash episode that proves the writers completely lost the plot and devolved into petty vengeance against insatiable fans they never should have paid any mind.

Mixed

School bullying can absolutely be traumatic and its effects should be taken seriously, and this backstory for Marinette does flesh out her character in some interesting ways. However, this episode or any involving Marinette’s past would work better earlier in the series. When placed this late, it can seem more like a response to a certain sect of Marinette critics in the fandom, which diminishes its value as part of the story. With all the other high-stakes plot left hanging, another one about the mean girl doesn’t feel like the most effective use of airtime. Moreover, a different one-off character (Gorgeous Nathan from the Gym Club, anyone? Or maybe one of the others shown in last year’s picture from Reflekta) would have worked fine in Kim’s role in the episode, and wouldn’t create the continuity issues that using Kim here does. But the contrast between his apology and promise to change and Chloe’s refusal and doubling down worked for the lesson.

There wasn’t buildup to Socqueline having such a major role in Marinette’s past, so that makes it feel shoehorned in as well.

Many apparent inconsistencies can be explained though. Marinette’s hang up is not about falling in love but about confessing and saying “I love you”. Luka never asked that of her. At first, Chat Noir was not a viable option because she could never know him the way she told herself she had to, but later, she realized she truly knew him through all the trials they endured together. But Adrien is a uniquely difficult target because he was friends with Chloe. The circumstances of their meeting was enough to sow seeds of doubt that were difficult to shake deep down. Marinette gave her all, but things kept going wrong. Now that she finally knows why, she and Adrien can work through it together. He already knows she loves him and will patiently accept whatever affection she’s able to express, so it’s not the end of the world.

As for Adrien’s violent outburst, as far as he knows, Monarch is still in ok condition. So he may believe on some level that cataclysm is not an instant kill but something rather less severe than that. He did lose control of his emotions for a moment, but it’s good for a character to have such flaws, especially one like Adrien who has repressed his negative emotions to be a “perfect son” in the past. His anger management issue and impulsivity could be building to something truly dramatic. It could be something that gets addressed in his character arc.

So there are things that bothered me about this episode, and it does seem to have been inserted fairly late, but overall it was alright and not nearly as awful as the reactions to the leaks made it seem.

#ml derision #ml spoilers #ml meta #ml meta meta #lol

[diana-bookfairchild]

@fluffbruary Day 11

Luka loved storms.

He remembered being a child, clinging to his sister, listening to his mother extol adventures in dark nights as thunder crashed against the Liberty. They were some of his fondest, most beloved memories.

The smell and feel and brightness of a new day after a raging storm, the sense of freshness that the whole world had been remade, the sound, the music of the sky and the wind and the water was unparalleled.

He didn’t particularly mind cycling out even in the middle of a storm, but he loved doing deliveries right after.

“Luka!” Marinette called warmly; she was beaming, cheeks rosy red, and blue eyes wide. The light fog lingering around acted as a sort of halo for her. Luka felt a stutter in the rhythm of his heart. “I didn’t know you had a delivery near here today!”

He did usually message her if he would be in the neighbourhood.

He smiled at her. “It was short notice.”

Marinette nodded acceptingly. “Want a macaroon?” She offered a box of sweets to her.

“Thank you,” he replied, taking one and biting into it. Passionfruit. Luka didn’t dislike the flavour but for a moment, all he wanted to do was toss it somewhere and wail in outraged heartbreak, like in those tv shows that were his mother and sister’s guilty pleasure.

Fortunately, the urge passed quickly.

Marinette was looking at him hopefully. “What do you think of it? It’s t-the anniversary of the day I met a friend, and he’s having a - a piano recital today, so I thought it would make a nice gift!”

Right. He remembered Juleka telling him that today was the day Alya and Adrien had joined the school, and that Adrien was putting a performance on in the local theater that his entire class had been invited to watch.

“It’s amazing, Marinette,” he laughed gently. “You know, you don’t need to dance around the subject of Adrien.”

She looked puzzled. “What?”

“I know he’s an awkward subject between us because well. .  .” He shrugged casually. Telling Marinette she was in love with him would never end well. For her nerves or his heart. “But you don’t need to hide things you do for him from me.”

“It’s not for Adrien!” She insisted, and the perplexing thing was that she genuinely looked like she was being truthful.

“Okay, Melody. . .” He considered her amusedly. She flushed at the nickname as she always did but otherwise looked obstinate. “Passionfruit. Adrien’s favourite. Some of the macaroons—” he pointed at the ones in question. “Are green with gold topped off them. Adrien’s hair and eyes combination.”

Luka had spent quite a bit time staring at him – and only part because of their being romantic rivals in a sense.

“Adrien has a piano recital today. And Juleka and Ivan and Mylene and you’ve repeatedly been telling me of all the wonderful things you have planned for your and Alya’s and Adrien’s friendship anniversary.”

Marinette had a growing look of realization on her face.

“His father. . .” She murmured. “He said—”

“That because of his modelling he’s not allowed to have things like sweets in large amounts?” Luka finished. “I know. I was there.”

Marinette put a hand on her mouth in utter shock. “Oh, Luka!” She sounded close to crying, the way she had barely a month ago when she’d abruptly wept in his arms in Place de Vosges.

“Mari?” Oh no. “Did I say something wrong?”

“If you found something out you weren’t supposed to, what would you do?”

Luke blinked at the non sequitur, but thought through the question anyway. Marinette was looking up at him through her large eyes in the way that always made him want to pull her into his arms. Her internal music was rattled, in a rather frantic way.

“I would see what and how it impacted my life,” he began slowly. “I don’t think I would pretend not to know it. I’d question why I wasn’t supposed to know that information, and try to prevent the consequences if they were bad.”

Marinette chewed on her lip. Her melody began to settle again, and Luka tried to focus on that rather than her lips.

She nodded abruptly. “Okay, you’re right. Thanks, Luka!” She beamed at him and lunged to hug him. He held her, bewildered slightly.

“I’m pleased I could help,” he told her, releasing her. She looked happy in a way that – well. She must’ve figured something out about her feelings for Adrien. He felt a pang, but as long as she was happy. . .

“Bye! I’ll see you later! Sorry for keeping you from your delivery!”

Luka waved back at her, taking the package from his cycle to deliver it. He cycled back casually, whistling, enjoying the feel of the fog. He had a couple more to make, and then had a couple assignments to finish for school.

As he planned, cycling by the Seine, there was a sudden flash of light in the sky and … candy floss began to drop as though it were rain. The buildings he was next to suddenly became a giant rollercoaster.

“I am the Amuser, and now nobody has to wait in line to go to amusement parks!” A kid with a wand in his hand on a floating unicycle cried happily.

Akuma, then. Of course.

Someone screamed from the transformed rollercoaster. Luka went into focus mode instantly. He may not be Viperion permanently, but being a hero in the suit automatically led to more athleticism, more justice, more heroism outside of it.

As he helped more people out, wondering how the fight was going, trying to stop the itch that said he ought to be there to protect Chat Noir and the others, he spotted Ladybug swinging into the scene using her yo-yo, holding up a crumbling building until the people got out, and tried to prevent the hope from rising in her chest.

Then she nodded at him and gestured at the deserted alleyway nearby.

Luka ran over there and Ladybug looked up at him, extending the bracelet to him. “Luka Couffaine,” she said. “Do you accept the Miraculous of the Snake, to use it for good, and promise to return it upon the defeat of the akuma?”

“I do,” he swore, already reaching for the Miraculous. Sass appeared in a sudden bright light, and Luka smiled at seeing his kwami. “Hey, Sass.”

“Hello, snakelet. Time to go?”

“You know it. Sass, scales slither!”

The burst of energy and the swell in his harmony brought a peace and determination he’d never known in anything but his music.

Ladybug smiled at him and held out her hand. “Be ready to turn time back, now,” she told him. He nodded, and then waited as she hesitated rather than go back to Chat Noir.

“Ladybug?” He asked carefully.

“Just. . .” She put a hand on his arm and then withdrew it quickly. “Sorry. Just be careful, okay?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Of course.”

The fight took a while, and multiple Second Chances. Part of the problem was that Ladybug and Chat Noir seemed more out of sync than he’d ever seen.

“Just because you know doesn’t mean I’m not able to hold my own anymore,” Chat Noir blurted out the final time. His tail flicked around, clearly indicating his agitation.

“That isn’t—” Ladybug sounded exasperated, and sad in a way he’d never heard. “It’s not—this is just different, kitty. I swear, I know you, and I know you’re still Chat. Still my friend, still my partner.”

Chat’s eyes softened, the restless, emotional nearly fearful tune of his heart going back to its usual carefreely loving one. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” She answered vehemently, and they functioned as usual after that.

Luka wondered if today was just the day the people he liked communicated and got together with those they were in love with.

It was just his luck.

“Viperion,” Ladybug said, as he took off the bracelet and ruefully handed it back to her. Chat Noir stood leaning against the wall, body turned protectively to her as always, but his gleaming green eyes were locked on Luka. His gaze sent a shiver down his spine. “Chat and I may come talk to you today, in a while. Is that okay?”

Luka blinked in slow surprise, turning that over in his mind, calculating the possibilities. He looked up – and felt a shock when he realized both the heroes were looking at him the same way Marinette or Juleka or his groups at school did, as though he held all the answers, as though he were a walking miracle.

“It’s fine,” he said finally. “On the Liberty? Or we can meet at the shop where I work as apprentice.”

“Give us the address, please,” Chat Noir said. His voice held none of the usual teasing, hyper undertone Luka adored. “It’ll take a while.”

“We have school,” Ladybug said.

“And then the two of us need to talk,” Chat said sharply.

Ladybug said nothing, simply raised a hand to her face. Chat looked annoyed, then sad, then rueful. Throughout it all, he never lost the adoration he always held for her, as though she were his entire world.

Luka wished he didn’t feel as jealous as he did about that.

“Yes, we do,” Ladybug said.

He wondered whether to simply say the address now – because he was loathe to interrupt the ‘Ladynoir moment’ as several of his and Juleka’s friends would call it.

But then their attention turned on him, as naturally as it had been on one another, and he lost his breath slightly, before composing himself and giving the address.

He chided himself as he made his way back home. That was incredibly dumb of him. He didn’t act that stupid around Marinette, and he was head over heels in love with her. Chat Noir was attractive, sure, but he was a superhero and an occasional colleague. That was it. And he’d never thought about Ladybug like that.

Now, if he could just believe that.

It was late in the evening when the two came over to the shop, and the mist was clearing up. Luka had sat down with his homework and one of the guitars which was malfunctioning, prepared to spend most of the evening and maybe the night there. He couldn’t travel through the fog alone at night.

“Luka,” Chat Noir called, and Luka’s stomach lurched.

“Chat Noir,” he said. “Ladybug. Hi.”

Ladybug waved in a finger waggling motion – the same way Marinette did – and hopped in through the window. Chat Noir smirked and caught her.

Their talk seemed to have resolved the issues.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asked instead of dwelling on his heartache.

The two exchanged a glance.

“You’ve been a good and trusted member of our backup for a while,” Ladybug said. “And today, you. . .” She paused. “Today, you made me realize Chat Noir’s identity.”

Luka stared at her. “I what?”

When exactly had he done that?

“You’re confusing him, milady,” Chat Noir said.

“Right,” Ladybug said. “To clarify, we were civilians at the time.”

They’d met as civilians. He knew Ladybug as a civilian? And he’d somehow revealed Chat Noir’s secret identity?

“We want to tell you our identities,” Chat Noir said abruptly. Ladybug said nothing in denial and instead both stared at him expectantly.

It felt like one blow of shock after the other. “Why?”

“Now that I’m. . .” Ladybug huffed and turned away. Chat Noir reached out and wrapped an arm around her in a half hug. Luka noted with a distant pang that they were still holding hands. “Well, after the events of the mass akumatization and Miraculer Queen, we’ve decided we need to build up a permanent set of heroes.”

“It’s risky, of course,” Chat Noir continued, “We can’t promise you and your family will be absolutely safe. Hawk Moth knows your identity as a temporary holder. Or at least, Chloe did, and we can be fairly certain of her passing that information onto him.”

“But we have ways of detecting surveillance,” Ladybug added. “We got Pegasus, who is a tech expert, to find ways of making sure no sentimonster or bugs are around.”

“Except for milady, of course,” Chat added cheekily, grinning the daredevil grin Luka so often wanted to kiss off him. He became solemn. “Still, it’s a huge deal. If you’re not comfortable with it, we’ll go.”

“That’s pretty much what we came to talk to you about,” Ladybug said. “If you wish to be part of our permanent line-up and help us take Hawkmoth down.”

“Wellll. . .” Chat Noir clicked his tongue. “There was something else.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “Not now Ad—Kitty. That’s if he agrees. And if he. . .” She cast a quick glance at him and looked away, a skittish gesture that reminded him surprisingly violently of Marinette.

Part of Luka went straight to thinking about what the ‘something else’ was. The other part of him more seriously considered the option.

He couldn’t say he’d never wanted to be a superhero. He loved Sass, and he loved being Viperion, and though it tired him sometimes, the endless time loops, he thought the knowledge and proactivity suited him. He wanted to be able to protect Chat Noir and the others and his family and the rest of Paris.

But there was Juleka and his mother and his master to consider. Okay, his teacher probably wasn’t a huge contender on the hostage list, but Jule. . . He didn’t know if he could bear it if she was used against him.

But then. They’d both been akumatized before anyway. And Juleka was brave and a strong fighter for justice, even if she didn’t show it just yet. His mother would probably whack Hawk Moth on the head if she ever saw him, so he wasn’t too worried about that.

“You’ve taken precautions?” He asked finally. They nodded. “Because Juleka. . . I can’t have my sister harmed.”

They exchanged a look, and then Chat Noir said steadily, “We understand.”

He exhaled. “If Jule will be safe – I know you can’t guarantee it, but if we can set up some measures – okay, I’ll join you.”

Ladybug’s eyes lit up, and Chat Noir grinned like a Cheshire cat. “You will?”

Luka felt his heartbeat in his ears, but he knew he was doing the right thing. The world and its melody felt steady to him in a way that told him he was. “I will.”

“Okay, then,” Chat Noir said. He sounded terrified.

“You’re going to reveal your identities to me?” Luka asked. “I thought there was some kind of rule against that?”

“There is – or was,” Chat Noir said. “But Ladybug decided, and I agreed, that in a few cases we’d be better off not following that.”

“The previous Guardian was a good man,” Ladybug said firmly, and Chat Noir nodded. “But I believe I can strive to be better. He was held back by his past. I need to look to the future.”

That resonated in a way he hadn’t expected it to.

“Before you ask, we’re planning on asking at least Rena Rouge, Carapace and Pegasus to join the team,” Chat Noir added.

“Also maybe Ryuko and King Monkey,” Ladybug said contemplatively. “For now, that’s the planned lineup.”

Luka nodded slowly.

“Time?” Ladybug asked her partner, who took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. Tikki, spots off.”

“Plagg, claws in.” Chat Noir commanded.

Two bright sparks of light, and then:

“Adrien?” He asked disbelievingly. “M-Marinette?”

Marinette smiled tentatively up at him, the same way she had that morning. “Hey, Luka.”

Luka felt dazed.

“Say something,” Adrien – Chat Noir said, and his voice was pleading.

He shook his head. “I’m … not sure what I can say. The two of you have been protecting Paris and. . . You chose me as a holder.” He’d never been sure what he’d done to attract the heroes’ attention. Now, he knew. They were his friends – the loves of his life.

Who were so in love with one another.

He swallowed. Marinette was in love with Adrien, who as his alter ego Chat Noir repeatedly professed his love for Ladybug, who was Marinette’s alter ego.

It was so ridiculous. They were meant to be.

His heart hurt.

And it was so stupid that he was thinking of his love life at a time like this – but he couldn’t help it.

Marinette, his Melody, went around saving the city. That just made her more perfect. Chat Noir, the mysterious, fun, swoon worthy superhero he’d had a crush on was Adrien, his ‘rival’ for Marinette’s affections, his friend and part time bandmate.

How could he not think about his love life?

“Who … Who else knows?” He asked finally.

The two exchanged a glance. “No one else,” Marinette said. “You’re the first. We’re planning on telling the others, but. . . You’re the first.”

“Why?” He asked, overwhelmed.

“Well,” Adrien said. “There’s the small matter of us being in love with you.”

“Adrien!” Marinette said exasperatedly, with a flick of her fingers at the base of his neck where his bell would’ve been in his suit. “Don’t be so abrupt!”

“You’re in love with me?” Luka echoed in flat shock.

“It was love at first sight for me,” Adrien replied. He fidgeted with his ring – his miraculous. “And then how you took over the Snake Miraculous from me, how you fight at our side, how you are with Juleka and Marinette. . . Well. Let’s just say all that didn’t exactly diminish it.”

“Yes,” Marinette said softly, vulnerably. “I’ve had a crush on you since we first met, and when you – what you said, after Silencer. . .” She blushed, ducking her head.

“So will you say you love us too?” Adrien finished. His eyes didn’t meet Luka’s.

“I. . .” He said. He swallowed, trying again. “I have never met anyone whose music melds with mine in a harmony like the two of yours does, I looked up and saw the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen and I rambled and teased, and a gorgeous blond cat looked at me and gave me some of the most heartfelt compliments I’ve ever gotten and recommended me as a superhero and then acted as though we’d known one another all our lives. I love you, too.”

“Finally!” A small black apparition whirled around them. “I don’t have to listen to lovesick complaining anymore!”

“Plagg!” Adrien scolded half-heartedly, but his eyes were wide with surprise and fixed on Luka. “…. You love me?” He asked quietly.

“I don’t know you too well,” Luka confessed. “But from what I do know, and from what my heart tells me. . . Very much so. And I look forward to getting to know you better, the entirety of you, and loving those parts of you too.”

There was a sudden movement: Marinette had gently shoved Adrien forwards, and he stumbled straight into his arms.

“Marinette!” Adrien complained. He blushed pink all over and looked up at Luka through his lashes. He couldn’t help it – he brought his hand up and traced Adrien’s cheekbone. Adrien gulped nervously and then wound his hands around Luka’s neck, leaning up slowly.

They met in the middle in a languid kiss, and Luka lost himself in the feel of Adrien around him and in his arms. Adrien, with large green eyes, laughing and playing piano, grinning sheepishly as he was helped up, song of kindness and loyalty resounding; Chat Noir with the ready quips and jokes and easy partnership with Ladybug, protectively shielding him and her as they figured out the plan, flirting and spinning his stick around lazily, the song of freedom bright in his heart.

Suddenly, it was easy to reconcile them.

They parted, and Marinette was looking up at him with that special gaze of hers. “Hi, Melody,” he called, still holding Adrien’s hand.

Her lips trembled. “Hey Luka.” She flung herself into their arms, and he and Adrien exchanged a glance over her head. “Can I—” she asked tremulously. “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course,” both he and Adrien chorused. Luka got to enjoy the sight of Marinette and Adrien with their heads bent towards one another desperately without the sting of bitter jealousy only for two seconds before Marinette dragged him down and he was surrounded by the sensation of her.

Marinette, eyes wide and shy, stammering, spazzing with several projects, crying in his arms, beaming while holding out a box of baked goods, demanding Bob Roth give Kitty Section justice, song of jitteriness and love and passion as mesmerizing as ever; Ladybug, with her yoyo and determination and no-nonsense attitude and kindness, coming up with crazy plans to defeat villains, saying goodbye to every single akuma, tripping over her feet.

“Time for us, then?” He asked gently.

She smiled, her eyes luminous. “I think we found what was missing.” They held their hands out to Adrien, and the three of them collapsed together in a heap on the couch.

“I can’t believe you two. . .” Adrien said in a disbelieving voice. “Ladybug is Marinette, and she loves me, and Luka returns my feelings. . . How unlike is this scenario?” He shook his head, barking a laugh. “Are we sure this isn’t a dream?”

“Pretty sure, my kitty,” Marinette said, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Luka squeezed his thigh in reassurance.

“We’re here,” he said deeply.

“And if it’s up to me, we’re never leaving,” Marinette said fiercely. “We … do need to talk about this. Our relationship is new, and adding another person so soon is bound to be hard, and we need to figure out what to do about Hawk Moth and how the other holders will react and I’m a guardian and—”

“Mari,” Luka said gently. “You’re catastrophizing.”

Marinette blinked. “Right. Sorry. What I meant to say is, things will be hard, but we have each other. We’ll figure it out.”

Luka nodded, feeling a deep seated contentment with the two people he loves next to him. “We will.”

“Would you say our music together is pleasant, Luka? Do you think we’ll work?” Adrien asked.

“Ours together is a note that rings true, Adrien.” Luka said, taking a risk and leaning in to kiss his cheek. Judging by the way he flushed, it wasn’t unwelcome. “Marinette’s right, we’ll need to talk boundaries and relationships, polyamory is never easy, but. . .”

“Together,” Adrien savoured.

“As unlikely as it is,” Marinette said, gently mocking. “We’ll be together, and we’ll be fine.”

Luka thought of the momentous task before them – they were superheroes trying to navigate a poly relationship, of course it would be complicated, but. . .

He believed in them. He’d always believed in Ladybug and Chat Noir, he’d believed even more in Marinette and Adrien as people and friends when he’d met them, and he’d believe them now.

Together. They’d make it, that he was sure of.

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023 #miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #fanfic #lukadrienette #polyamory #getting together #identity reveal #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #mlb #fluff #relationship fluff

[gotmilk5101520]

Protection, but it's dirty cause they seriously named an episode Protection and I had several ideas that really dirty

Adren: Great idea Marinette. Let's dress in our pj.

Marinette: Yeah not like something is gonna happen like in the fan fics.

Adrien: Yeah. Let's play not Super Smash Bros.

Marinette: Dibs on not Link.

Gabriel: Well Gabriel what should we do today? Where's Adrien? Wait what's that?

Live Gabriel Reaction.

Gabriel: Adrien! I thought I told you not to go out with that Marinette girl! Wait why are you in your pj? Wait do you even have protection? I'm too young to be a grandpa. I don't know how to be a grandfather. I barely know how to be a father! Nathalie! Nathalie please tell me you gave Adrien protection.

Nathalie: No. Have fun grandpa.

Gabriel: No I can't allow this! Wait. I have an idea to make sure they use protection. *Evil Laughs in Franch*

Nathalie: I already know where this is gonna go. Oh Emilie. We're really in it now.

Gabriel: Lila! I need you to do your usual lying bitch self so I can akumatize Kagami!

Lila: Actually her name in the country that is airing the episode is Kyoto.

Gabriel: Kagami, Kyoto, who gives a shit!

Lila: So yeah Gabriel wants you akumatized.

Kagami, or Kyoto: Fine lets get this over with.

Lila:...

Kagami, or Kyoto:... Not same. I need to be sad or mad or something.

Lila: Okay let's see. Marinette is a bitch ass mother fucker.

Kagami or Kyoto cries.

Monarch: Perfect! Wayzz! I need your power of Protection!

Wayzz: Why am I getting a different idea on why you need me?

Adrien: This is nice.

Marinette: Yeah just me, you and the clouds.

Riposte: DIE MARINETTE!

Adrienette: Kagami? Or is it Kyoto?

Gabriel: Okay there we go. Now they have protection.

Chat Noir: Stop Kagami!

Marinette: Chat Noir my beloved.

Tikki: Marinette please control your thirst.

Ladybug: Olive Oil? Well I can think of other uses for it. And they are not child friendly.

Chat Noir: Really? How's that?

Ladybug: I'll show you on our wedding day.

Chat Noir: Cool. Wait what?

Kagami or Kyoto: I love you both.

Adrienette: Sweet threesome.

Adrien: Hey Marinette. Earlier a friend said they knew other uses for olive oil. Do you know what are these "other" uses?

Marinette: Well I'll show you on our wedding day.

Adrien: Cool. Wait what?

Gabriel: No you must use protection!

Marinette: Was that your dad?

Adrien: Yeah but what does he mean by protection?

Marinette: Don't know. What did he think we were gonna do?

Adrien: Don't know.

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #kagami tsurugi #lila rossi #adrienette #marichat

[lumiereandcogsworth]

Tell me something about any or all of the kiddos you'd LOVE to go off about!!!

Thank you for this!!!! Honestly something that I super want to go off about is their names. I’m just REALLY proud of their names like it’s such a simple thing but?? It gets me so excited and that’s what this post is about am I right ladies!!! Anyway, without further ado: Names.

So to explain the names of these three beautiful kiddos, I first have to explain the full names I’ve given to their parents — my dear Adam and Belle.

Adam Jean-Louis Antoine Adrien de Beaumont

It’s a mouthful I KNOW! These names are all just members of his family. I believe I made Antoine his grandfather, and Jean is a great-grandfather I think. Adrien is an uncle. Louis is his horrible, awful father. I think Adam would have been named after him directly if not for the fact that I have a whole backstory headcanon about how Adam’s mother was NOT King Louis’ first wife. How his first wife, Queen Agnès, gave him a daughter that would later die as a child, and a son that was stillborn (followed by Agnès dying from childbirth). So when the new, young Queen Renée FINALLY gave him a living son, a proper heir to the throne, he let her name him. Hence his simpler, Christian name: Adam.

And “de Beaumont” is an homage to one of the 18th century Beauty and the Beast authors, Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont - from 1756. I’ve also seen Adam’s last name be Beaumont in Modern AU fic before, and I’ve fully adopted it as his family name. It’s just so fitting!! So in this canon world, his family line is the house of Beaumont - instead of Bourbon or Napoleon, as history actually dictates around this time.

Belle Annalise de Beaumont (née LaRue)

Much less of a mouthful! So my story on her name is that when her darling parents - Maurice James LaRue and Maria Catherine LaRue (née Bouchet) - were expecting her, they were both quite certain it was a girl. I don’t know how, but they just KNEW. And pretty early on, they settled on the name Annalise. They just both thought it was so lovely, so sweet. They simply adored the name. But on that calm evening on the second of May, when the crying little baby girl was placed in Maria’s arms, all she could say was Belle! Belle! For she had never seen anything more beautiful. Even when her dear husband came in, all tearful and smiling, all she could call their little angel was Belle. Eventually, Maurice suggested that that should be her name, and Annalise became her middle name.

Also the family name LaRue simply means “of the street or of the road” - I wanted Maurice to have a rather plain family name, and it’s symbolic of the fact that Maurice was a street artist, and lived on the street for a good portion of his life.

Now, onto the kiddos!!

Renée Geneviève Annalise de Beaumont

Their dear firstborn, the beloved first princess and heir to the throne! So! Renée’s first name comes from Adam’s mother. I think that, even though Adam spent a good portion of his life not really wanting children, or expecting himself to care, there was some part of him that knew if he ever did have a daughter, he’d name her after his dearly departed mother. And Belle was more than happy to agree upon this name! She thought it was quite beautiful too, and she of course knows how much Adam’s mother meant to him.

Geneviève was the name of Adam’s aunt and godmother - Louis’ younger sister. I headcanon that while she wasn’t around very much (she married a prince of another country when Adam was a child) she was always very kind to her little nephew and godson, and her sister-in-law, when she did visit. Despite King Louis’ anger, Geneviève was sensible and kind. One of Queen Renée’s only ports in the storm of her life, really. Aunt Geneviève unfortunately also died in Adam’s youth, I think around when he was 16, as his past is of course riddled with death. But all that to say, he remembers her fondly, and so gave her name to his daughter.

And Annalise is, of course, after Belle. Adam really wanted to make one of her names “Belle,” but his wife was less enthused with the idea. She loves her name well enough but she wanted her daughter to be her own person, aside from her king and queen parents, whom she would already be compared to for the rest of her life. So they compromised with Annalise. (And, by all accounts, Adam LOVES Belle’s middle name. I think he affectionately calls her Belle Annalise sometimes.)

Juliette Adrienne Maria de Beaumont

Their second daughter! Dear angel!! One can see pretty clearly where Juliette’s name came from. But I like to headcanon that Belle loved that name even before she read Romeo & Juliet. I think it’s even sweeter to think that it was just a name she heard one day as a child and got attached to. We all had names like that! Whether they were for future children or pets or characters or imaginary friends, sometimes you just find names you like. And Juliette was that for Belle. So when she actually DID read Romeo & Juliet, it made her SO happy to see a beloved name as one of the main characters!! And she ended up falling in love with the play, of course, which made it all so perfect.

(Adam wasn’t entirely keen on the name at first, but between the facts that he got to choose their first daughter’s name, and that Belle has ALLEGEDLY loved the name since childhood, he grew fond of it. And he loves it more and more every day, associating it with his darling girl more than anything else <3)

Adrienne is the feminine version of one of Adam’s middle names - Adrien. Adam never actually knew the Adrien he was named after, as he was his father’s younger brother that died in their youth. But Belle likes the name on its own and wanted to include her husband in their child’s name, and Adam agreed it sounded quite nice with Juliette.

Maria is Belle’s mother!!! Not only did they both LOVE the way Juliette Adrienne Maria sounded, but they both knew they had to honor Belle’s mother somehow. Belle didn’t need her daughter to be named after her, as Renée is, but she certainly wanted her to be a part of her daughter’s name. When they told Maurice, he of course was touched, and so very happy to see his darling wife living on through his sweet little granddaughter.

Maurice Jean Adam de Beaumont

Their son!!! The darling prince!!!! Maurice is, quite obviously, named after his grandfather. And don’t worry, he absolutely cried when he learned this little guy was named after him. I could scream about this forever but oh my gosh!! Look, you can name your OC’s whatever you want. I’ve seen some GREAT names of Adam/Belle sons in other fics. But for me personally, you just cannot ever convince me that Adam and Belle WOULDN’T name their firstborn son Maurice. It is rather obvious how much that man means to Belle; he raised her all on his own!! He’s such an incredible father and he taught her EVERYTHING!!! He gave her as much as he could in the circumstances of their unexpected small town life. He’s just everything to her. To literally quote Belle: Everything she is is because of him.

BUT TO ADAM??? GUYS!!! Adam lost his mother when he was nine and a half years old. That’s just my headcanon age of course but he was a KID. We KNOW that. He was an only child left with an abusive father.

To quote Mrs. Potts: “When the Master lost his mother, and his cruel father took that sweet, innocent lad, and twisted him out to be just like him, we did nothing.”

Adam was left defenseless with his horrible father and I fully believe he was abused by him. My point is: Maurice was like the light at the end of a tunnel to Adam. I mean Belle is too, in a million ways, but to Adam as an individual, as a man, Maurice is so important to him. Maurice shows him a father’s kindness, a father’s forgiveness, a father’s LOVE. He teaches him that you don’t have to be brutish and aggressive in order to be considered a man. You can be gentle and kind and respectful toward others. Maurice taught Adam what it truly meant to be a good man, and to be a good father. Maurice just sits in such high esteem in Adam’s heart, and I don’t doubt for a second that he was his first name choice when their son was born.

Also, I headcanon that they call him Reece/Reecy quite regularly. Partly to differentiate from his grandfather, but also because when he was born and his sister Juliette, who was five years old at the time, was told that his name was Maurice, she responded, “I like Reece!” sort of unknowingly cutting his name in half and giving him a life-long nickname all in one affectionate sentence. He still gets called Maurice, especially by Adam, but to his family and friends, he’s mostly Reece.

Jean comes off as a filler name, just because it’s so simple and common, but it has some meaning to it, as well. It’s Adam’s first middle name too, so there’s a parallel to that. The actual Jean from Adam’s life was his great-grandfather, who, while on the throne, did go by Louis. But his family called him Jean, and though Adam also didn’t know him personally, records and archived documents told him that he was actually a rather good king, respected by his subjects and peers. So Adam was happy to pass along his first middle name to his son. And it turned out that that was one of Maurice’s grandfather’s names too, So Belle and Adam actually both had great-grandfathers named Jean. AND it was the middle name of one of Maurice’s younger brothers, Félix Jean. A tried and true family name to be sure.

Finally, Adam! While our Adam was quite certain that their son should be named after his grandfather, I think Belle definitely fought for him to be named Adam, if only for a few weeks during the pregnancy (they didn’t know they would have a son of course, this argument came up during every pregnancy.) Adam, like Belle, didn’t love the idea of giving their child his own name. In addition to Belle’s point of letting him be his own person, Adam was never really too fond of his name. He learns to live with it, and hearing Belle say it with such affection over the years certainly made it more bearable, but it still wasn’t enough for Adam to be willing to pass it on to his son - at least in a first name capacity. He wants his son to have his own legacy, not just be another Adam, attached to every sorry detail of his predecessor.

Despite all that, and all its validity, Belle loves her husband. And she loves her son. So she pleads one final time, after baby Reecy is days old, still with an incomplete full name, if Adam can be included. Adam contemplates it for a while. Not too long, but enough time to accept his growth as a person, as a man, as a husband and father. To accept that his name means more good than bad now, and to accept that he will be a good father to his son, just as he has been to his daughters. His son won’t have to prove himself in any way to his father, he will simply be who he is, and he will be loved for it. So after all this, Adam decides that his name can belong to his son, too. And so it was.

#SCREAMS!!!!! #smiling and giggling and flapping my hands and dancing around!!!! #thank you for this ask i had so so so much fun writing this #i love this family so much. #*slaps the hood of the car* you can fit so much lore in these names #I LOVE!! THEM!!!!!!!!!!!! #thank you emily ilysm :))) 💖 #batb headcanons #oc writing #adam #belle #renée #juliette #maurice

[imtallerthanyou]

AHHHHHH MY LUKADRIEN HEARTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

YEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

#lukadrien #luka my beloved #ml luka #miraculous luka #luka x adrien #luka x chat noir #miraculous #ml adrien #adrien. my beloved sweet child. i love you. #mlb adrien #miraculous adrien #adrien #adrien agreste #chat noir #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous season 4 #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous plagg #miraculous chat noir #miraculous fandom #miraculous ladybug #mlb #ml #mlb season 4 #mlb s4 #ml plagg #ml s4 spoilers #ml season 4 #ml spoilers #ml season 4 spoilers

[mikauzoran]

Troublemaker/L’Insaisissable in Retrospect

I’m slowly making my way back through Season Two, and today’s episode is L’Insaisissable/Troublemaker. This is a fun one. There’s not as much Love Square content, but we do get some really great scenes, and one of my favourite background couples is featured. Rolling Stone, my beloved. (Because that HAS to be the ship name, right? I will accept no others.)

First off, I don’t remember catching this the first time I saw the episode, but when Sabine asks Penny what it’s like working with a star like Jagged Stone and if he’s nice, Penny says he’s marvelous, and the Adrienette slow dance love theme starts to play. XD

Shortly thereafter, we have a wonderful cut to Adrien and Plagg watching the live broadcast, and Plagg is asking Adrien why he’s suddenly interested in the show. Now, we know that Adrien is a fan of Jagged Stone from Season One, but the reason Adrien gives for tuning in is because they’re filming at Marinette’s family’s bakery. Adrien isn’t watching to see one of his favourite performers. Adrien’s watching because of Marinette. And then he gets the dopiest look on his face when she’s shown on screen.

I swear, he lights up like a solar flare whenever he sees her. I ask you, is this or is this not the face of a boy with a massive crush? XD

Two things about the shot below: one, Marinette needs to wear that cute dress hanging on the mirror. I adore it. Two, the screen saver is kind of weird. It’s Adrien, but it’s taken in Marinette’s room? Did she have the camera on her computer take a picture of him while he was over to practice for the videogame tournament? Why isn’t she in the picture too? It just strikes me as an odd picture.

One of my favourite things about this episode is Jagged calling for Penny when the akuma appears. He kind of reminds me a of a little kid calling for his mum. XD At the same time, it’s kind of sweet. Jagged is a hoot throughout the episode. He’s just such a quirky man-child. ^.^; His reactions are really entertaining, though.

Chat Noir gets thrown around a lot, and this episode is no exception. ^.^; L’Insaisissable throws him into the side of a van (in which he leaves a sizeable dent), and then Ladybug grabs him by the ankle and flips him up onto Marinette’s balcony. He gets tossed around a lot once they get into Marinette’s room too and Ladybug tries to keep him from seeing Marinette’s Adrien photo collection. He does land in this cool pose on the balcony, though. XD

(I’m remembering why I always thought Ladybug was kind of mean to Chat in Seasons One and Two when I started writing fanfiction. She slings the poor guy around a lot, and she snaps at him, like in the below scene where he calls her Buguinette and she tells him not to. She actually sounds angry. It was a little surprising because I’m used to later seasons where she seems to have grown fond of the nickname, even though she still protests him using it. It’s interesting to see how the characterizations and dynamics have changed over time.)

I kind of feel bad for Marinette. ^.^; The writers make her feel like a creepy stalker with all of the pictures of Adrien in weird places. I remember when I was little and had my first big crush and didn’t know how to be a functional human being around them, so I feel a lot of sympathy for Marinette. I’m glad that in later seasons she’s learning how to have a healthier crush on Adrien and that their friendship is developing. I remember on my first watch-through that I thought the writers were making her too obsessive, and that made me sad. In earlier seasons, it really does feel like she doesn’t know him that well and is putting him on a pedestal. I’m really glad that they’re getting closer and becoming better friends in later episodes. 

I don’t have much to say about the akuma fight, but, at the end, when Jagged’s face lights up and he goes to hug Penny and tell her he’d be lost without her and then Penny snuggles into the hug...cute. ^w^

Also, Adrien being bad at personal space when it comes to Marinette. XD I’m going to have to watch him to see if he’s like this with anyone else. He always seems to be looking for opportunities to get close to Marinette and be physically affectionate with her.

I wonder if Adrien was lying in wait for Marinette in the locker room. He really does seem to be waiting to talk to her because after he does, he leaves. He doesn’t have to get anything out of his locker. He talks to her, and then it seems like his business is finished, so he leaves. 

I really wish Marinette hadn’t cut Adrien off. I’m curious as to what he was waiting to say to her. After she closes her locker and he greets her, he says, “Is everything okay? With what happened at your house yesterday afternoon, I was afraid that you--” And then she cuts him off. I’m really wondering what Adrien was afraid of. How much time did he spend thinking about Marinette and the broadcast after he got back to his room after the akuma battle?

Anyway! I love him thinking about her interests and inviting her to a photoshoot because he thinks she might like it. He’s honest that they’re typically long and boring, but he says that it might be more fun for him with her there. He’s so sweet and genuine with her. It’s really precious.

And then he ends with telling her that he’s really happy to have her as a friend. uwu I love his vulnerability and sincerity. It’s something that really draws me to Adrien’s character. He’s socially awkward as hell and doesn’t quite know what he’s supposed to be doing because he’s been locked up in a mansion without peers for thirteen years, but he’s trying his best to bumble through social interactions. He just keeps trying, and it’s admirable.

All in all, another cute episode. ^.^

#Adrinette #Adrienette #Miraculous Ladybug #ML Season 2 #Troublemaker #L'Insaisissable #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Jagged Stone #Penny Rolling #Episode Analysis #Character Analysis

[eggrestes]

ladrien fic recs!

there are SO MANY amazing ladrien fics i cant possibly cover them all but here are a few!

(all the ratings used are ao3 ratings)

((this is a very long post!))

FLUFF

Of Ivy and Sunlight by cyanise [ T, 1509 words, 1/1 ]

When Adrien takes to wandering the streets of Paris in ungodly hours, Ladybug has no choice but to keep an eye on him. Still, things are bound to get a little out of hand between two overloaded teenagers with a lot of love and not enough self-control. 

a lovely post-chat blanc fic :’) it has a great flow and is just soft and so sweet and it’s just perfect. gosh i cannot really say more other than read it!!! also almost all of their other stuff is also ladrien so do check it out!

This can't be happening by PlaPla [ T,  6,467 words, 1/2 ]

Ladybug is unsure whether accompanying Adrien to a gala as his not-date is the best or worst thing that has ever happened to her. But when their table mates turn out to be none other than her long time friends Alya and Nino and with Adrien acting weirder and weirder she finds herself with bigger worries than an unrequited crush.

a djwifi/ladrien double date? hit me up! i love identity shenanigans, ball dancing, ladrien, and djwifi and this is a perfect mix for me. i know it’s incomplete but it doesn’t end in a cliff-hanger really, the part 2 is just a promise of more so it doesn’t feel incomplete! PlaPla also has a short oneshot of ladrien going for a motorcycle ride.

Falling again by emsylcatac [ M,  4,506 words, 2 Works ]

They had been dancing around each other for a while now, and while fifteen year old Adrien would have been ecstatic at the idea of dating Ladybug in secret, twenty-two year old Adrien knew better. But Ladybug wasn’t making it easy. It was like… she, too, was falling for him. And that surprisingly enough, she didn’t mind.

* * *

Or Adrien trying (and failing) to keep things professional between him and Ladybug when the two of them partner up for a mission. Older AU

things are a little steamy~ here (don’t worry, it’s only implied it’s very mild and closer to a T rating than the M) but it’s a great mature take on their dynamics! emsy has more ladrien one-shots in her collection of one-shots!

i'd love to go on a date with you by sae_what  [ G,  6,480 words, 1/1 ]

Once it had been falsely announced throughout Paris that Adrien and Ladybug are in a relationship, Ladybug pays him a visit to turn him down gently.

Only, she doesn’t. And instead, she has a formal dinner date. With Adrien. At 8 pm. Tonight.

LADYBUG IN A SUIT!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. okay but for real it’s so sweet and also??? they are on a date!!! a rooftop date!! (too man exclamation marks oops)

Always Welcome by  chatonne-rousse [ T, 1,683 words, 1/1 ]

Ladybug knows that Adrien's window is always open for her to swing by and stop in, whether for video games or a chat or, like tonight, for soft kisses and sweet nothings.

He loves these visits. His girlfriend is always welcome. Always. (Especially for kisses.)

Written for Ladrien June, day 8: bluebell eyes.

established relationship, pre-reveal ladrien. there is something very home-y about this fic and it’s all about the comfort and quiet that i adore about it!

Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir) by agrestenoir [ T,  1,923 words, 1/1]

Gabriel Agreste keeps finding Ladybug in his son's bedroom. As a super villain and father, this will not stand.

this crack fic is... honestly so hilarious. it’s all through gabrie-i-am-trying-to-parent-and-failing-a-lot-agreste’s POV so it is so much ridiculous! 

an uncurtain discovery by  Missnoodles [ T, 4,684 words, 1/1 ]

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Adrien is being a cat and gets tangled in the curtains on his window and it’s utterly ridiculous. all the bug and the cat tendencies make it funnier and adrien’s inner monologue is just a cherry on top!

secret valentine by a_miiraculer [ T,  12,245 words, 1/1 ]

this is the moment that we will come alive brace yourself for love sweet love, secret love

If Adrien had known that getting himself stuck in a tree would end like this, he would've gotten himself stuck sooner.

A drabble series.

i just,,,, don’t have words for how much i love it! it’s ridiculous, it’s cute, it’s funny, it’s whole-some and just ladrien. the writer also has a M rated multi-chapter ladrien kissing (no the M is very much real here) and a heroic adrien and ladybug one-shot too! 

Those Benevolent Stars by peachcitt [ G,  23,696 words, 3/3 ]

“Will you come back?”

She looked up at the deep blue sky, as if she could somehow find the answer there. “I shouldn’t,” she said, shaking her head and looking back at him. But the stars were still there, caught in her eyes, and Adrien persisted.

“But will you?”

or

adrien meets his soulmate, a thief who calls herself ladybug. he falls for her, but she seems determined to maintain a space between them.

oh my god this au.... just no words!! it’s poetry and it’s tender and it’s about the yearning and just!!! perfect :’). Her current ongoing ladrien june fic is also akin to this (and the fic i linked before it) so do check it out too! (literally check out all of their works it’s so beautiful)

Flowers on the Window Sill by LNC [ G,  2,144 words, 1/1 ]

The first time Ladybug saw him, really saw him, the universe stopped.

this fic feels like poetry and it’s so lovely. LNC is always short and direct but it always hits right in the feels while also being hilarious. Her  other ladrien works are just as good and i highly recommend going through them because it fulfills all of the ladrien needs (along with Reiaji)

whatever a sun will always sing is you by komorebirei [ T,  32,980 words, 37/37 ]

“I didn't think you'd actually... do anything," Adrien admitted, cheeks prickling with warmth. "I-I mean, I never expected... I didn't know you watched my interviews.” That definitely wasn’t how he'd imagined confessing to Ladybug.

“Of course I do!” Ladybug squeaked. “Uhh, that is…” She looked down at her hands, nervously turning her yo-yo over, over and over. “Maybe you’re not the only one with a crush.”

(After an unexpected confession, Ladybug and Adrien start dating in secret. A progressive character- and relationship-study quilted from drabbles, with the intention of digging treasure out of the cove that is Ladrien. Written using kashimalin-fanfiction's kiss writing prompts from Tumblr.)

it does such an excellent job at exploring this dynamic along with the characters. it’s such a sweet fic, each chapter short and fun!

ANGST

whose woods these are (I think I know.) by  Reiaji [ T,  105,000 words, 25/25 ]

Four years after his future turns to cinders, Adrien is a servant in the house he was meant to inherit. Disowned by his father and abused by his stepmother, his days are filled with drudgery until he meets a masked huntress in the forest behind his father's chateau.

As his friendship with Ladybug turns to first love, he dreams of a future spent at her side.

Then, on the eve of the Princess's masquerade, he meets his guardian—and is granted a wish.

[Ladrien Cinderella AU]

Warnings: Child abuse, Graphic depiction of violence

this is absolutely gorgeous. it has so many troupes and so many amazing character arc and great build up and everything just flows so well. it left me in awe for weeks and i just. want to experience reading it for the first time again. look at this gorgeous art inspired by this! {and you have to read  leonard bernstein too because LETTERS and LADRIEN and YEARNING}

i would do it again (oh, a thousand times) by bugabisous [ T, 2,266 words, 1/1 ]

Knowing you can bring someone back doesn’t mean you’re free of the pain of seeing them disappear before your eyes. He can’t imagine he’ll be able to look at her directly without replaying every horrifying moment when he felt her slip away in a puff of smoke.

When it happens once again, he already knows he’ll be trying again. He just can’t give up.

it expands on adrien’s feelings in the episode desperada (my beloved <3) and it is just ouch. such great angst, such great potential. the kind of tragedy that it offers is unusual for ml (it gets only rivaled by chat blanc tbh). to rival this angst bugabisous also has a fluffy one-shot :)

when the world gets too heavy (put it on my back) by Taliax [ T, 4,720 words, 1/1 ]

Chat Noir isn't allowed to cry over his father. But even when he's just Adrien, Ladybug won't abandon him.

Hawkmoth reveal hurt/comfort + Ladrien

the plagg and adrien bond written is just perfect, and oh this hits right in the feels :’) it hurts all in the right way. tali also has so many other ladrien works in all genres too

By Your Side by omniousunflower [ T, 4,361 words, 1/1 ]

(Angry and alone, Adrien waits on top of the Eiffel Tower for his lady.)

“So, how did my kitty get stranded up here?” Ladybug asks.

Groaning, Adrien pulls his knees toward his chest and presses his face against them. “Because he’s stupid and impulsive.”

“Chasing pigeons, then?”

“No.” Shame burns in Adrien’s veins, white-hot now that Ladybug is here to witness his stupidity. “I threw my Miraculous, and Plagg wouldn’t get it for me.”

post-hawkmoth defeat, and adrien is not doing well at all. i am cheating because it is post reveal, pre relationship but it’s still ladrien. this fic is a roller coater of emotions, starting from a slightly crack scenario to a cute, awkward, hopeful ending.  More Than You Know is another of sunny’s angsty ladrien work!

Breaking The Rules (AKA The Ladrien Fistfight) by ThisKwamiNeeds_aNap [ T, 8,714 words, 1/1 ]

Marinette may or may not be dying, but she’s still going to do her best to fix every single problem in the world. She’s not expecting Adrien to be the one who tries to stop her. (Takes place immediately after Kwami Buster)

Warnings: panic attack, broken bones, PTSD. please read the tags!

*slaps this fic* this fic can fit in so much angst. it just?? left me in PAIN oof. it says ‘ladrien fistfight’ on the lid but nooo there is marinette is just having a freak out and it’s all so much??!! and it’s not just marinette there is adrien too and chloe and alya and- wow it’s amazing. love it so much it fills up my angst needs :’)

so that’s it for now! my personal commentary isn’t impressive nor does it do justice to the fic but i still hope you read a few of these!! happy reading!!

#ladren #fic rec #ml fic rec #miraculous ladybug #i know i dont do the fics justice but. oh well #lovesquare #ladrien #obviously check out the writers other workd too but this is ladrien so i am trying to give it a bit more emphasis #also i am so sorry i couldnt include more lesser known writers but unfortunatley they dont have ladrien uRGH anyway maybe sometime later! #i spend a lot of time on thi n got lazy so plz be considerate #also add recs if u want even self-promo is cool duh

[intercoursefluids]

The Impromptu Sleepover Part 2 (Final)

One day. All she asked for was one normal day. Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it? A single completely average day is not too much to ask for.

Unless of course, you are Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Then it’s impossible.

People around Marinette start crying as Scarecrow walks into the room, mothers hiding their children behind them as everyone holds onto each other, scared of what’s to come.

Marinette shudders at the pure animosity radiating from the man-turned monster.

Adrien, ever the faithful friend, mistakes the slight shake as fear and shifts so he covers her from the villain’s view.

Everything is quiet before Scarecrow starts on his evil monolog (not that anyone cares).

Tuning him out Marinette looks around, trying to come up with a plan to get everyone out before a shrill scream and crying fill the air causing her to snap back around.

Some of Scarecrow’s goons are holding a woman back as a small boy is dragged up to the monster himself.

Grabbing the boys are he holds the trembling child painfully tight before reaching behind him and pulling out a canister.

Seeing as how Marinette planned this whole trip she made sure to know all about the local heroes and villains.

And the knowledge of what that bastard was going to do to that poor kid squashed any sense of self-preservation Marinette had.

Rushing forward she manages to make it past the few armed men standing between her and Scarecrow and rips the kid away from him just to get blasted in the face by the fear-toxin.

Ringing fills her ears as she collapses to the ground, voices shouting from the corners of her mind.

All of them shouting how they failed her, she should have done better. That she never should have been chosen.

One voice rings out crystal clear amongst all of the other roaring voices.

You said you would save me, M’lady. I should have known better than to trust someone like you. After all, you aren’t even worth the Ladybug miraculous. I have to say, I’m disappointed in you Bugaboo.

Her head jerks up at her partner’s voice, tears streaming from her eyes as she comes face to face with someone she never wanted to see again.

Chat Blanc.

Voices surround her as explosions sound in the distance. Her parents, her friends, everyone. All screaming at how she failed them, how she should have stopped when she had the chance.

Children’s cries fill the air around her, only these are different. They don’t echo from within her head, instead, they come from around her, slowly grounding her. Reminding her that this is just some monster’s trick.

The fear is still there, prominent as ever, but now her focus is on getting everyone out. She hasn’t failed yet.

Slowly uncurling from the ball she had formed she looks around. Forcing herself to see past the bloodied faces of people she failed to save.

All around her everyone is still the same, the hostages in the same places, same as the gunmen (even if they look smug at her suffering).

The only one missing is Scarecrow himself, and turning ever so slowly to face Chat Blanc her fears are confirmed.

In Scarecrows place stands her beloved kitty.

Pure unadulterated rage fills her as he dares wear her kitten’s face.

Lunging at Chat Blanc she hears the startled screams as she attacks him before the rushing in her ears takes over, leaving her deaf to the sound of shattering glass as the heroes arrive on the scene.

Having the advantage of surprise on her side she manages to pin him fairly easily tying his arms behind his back with her visitors’ pass before spinning around to help take down the rest.

An arm wraps around her, trapping her arms to her side as she struggles, a hand coming up to cover her eyes as she tries to getaway.

Quiet shushing and words of reassurance reach her ears causing her struggling to slow.

“W-who are you?”

Marinette winces at the tremor in her voice as she takes stalk of her surroundings.

Her head is tucked under their chin as their surprisingly strong arms hold her in place, one hand still firmly over her eyes.

“My name is Damian. I’m trying to help keep you calm until they can get you the anti-serum.”

She chuckles even as she shakes in his hold.

“It’s not normally a good idea to grab a girl from behind if you want her to calm down.”

He tenses slightly.

“Right, I didn’t think that through. Most people see what they are most afraid of so I thought if I took that away it would help you calm down.”

Marinette doesn’t reply for a while, opting to try and match his breathing instead of replying. All the while subconsciously leaning more against him.

“It’s working I’ll admit, you just went about it horribly. Can we sit down? I feel like my legs are about to give out.”

She feels him loosen his hold and fumble with something behind her before the hand over her eyes is replaced with a piece of cloth. He takes her hand leading her over to a wall before sitting and pulling her with him, tucking her into his side and draping something over her shoulders as her shaking picks up again.

“I’m sorry, can you tell me about yourself? It’ll help me keep my mind off of the panic.”

She feels him nod shifting again so she's leaning more against his chest.

“I have 3 older brothers. Richard, but everyone calls him Dick, Jason, and Tim. I lived with my mother until I was 10 so I’ve only known them for 6 years. They are all adopted but I don’t think anyone even remembers that half the time.”

Marinette can’t help the soft smile that takes over her face as she wraps her arm around him (why is he so warm???).

“You sound like you love them.”

He scoffs.

“Not in a million years, they’re annoying. Grayson is overly dramatic and a hopeless romantic, Todd is a trigger-happy hothead, and Drake is an insomniac, workaholic with a caffeine addiction.”

Marinette can’t help but giggle, her overwhelming fear slowly receding enough for her to think.

“They may be ‘annoying’ but they’re your family, I can tell you care about them.”

Damian makes an offended noise even as he wraps his arm around her rubbing her arm up and down.

“The only person in our family that I actually like is Alfred, he’s our grandfather and the only reason any of us are still alive, but, I guess they aren’t as bad as they used to be. Not that I'll ever admit that to them. Their egos are big enough as is.”

Marinette is about to respond when another voice cuts her off, causing her to cling to Damian as her heart rate picks back up frantically.

“Too late, I brought the anti-serum for your frie- Hey is she okay?”

Damian pulls her into his lap, rubbing her back even as he scolds the other person.

“She’s still being affected by the fear-gas dipshit! I just got her to calm down again, give me that!”

One of his arms leaves her body as he reaches away from her, he starts whispering to her again as something pricks her upper right arm.

It only takes a minute for the anti-toxin to work, causing Marinette to sag in relief against Damian as he keeps his arms around her.

“Seriously Todd! You should have known better than to startle someone like that!”

Marinette takes deep breaths of air, slightly surprised by the smell of Damian’s cologne before realizing she has her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad demon-spawn.”

Damian scoffs adjusting Marinette in his arms so he can sit up instead of leaning against the wall.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to, nitwit!”

Marinette sits up slightly kissing Damian’s cheek as she takes the makeshift blindfold off before returning to her earlier position.

“Thank you, Damian. You didn’t have to help me, much less stay with me and calm me down. You’re really sweet, you know that?”

His arms tense around her before cackling fills the air.

“Demon-spawn? Sweet?! I don’t know who you’re calling sweet but it’s most definitely not my little brother.”

Damian groans as ‘Todd’ keeps laughing, instead directing his attention to Marinette.

“Do you think you’re okay to walk? The cops will probably want to take a statement.”

She nods and they slowly rise, Damian, supporting her the whole time. Once she is finally standing up straight she turns to look at the boy who helped before coming face to face with the greenest eyes she’s ever seen.

Her breath catches in her throat as she meets his electric emerald eyes for the first time since they met.

They stand there, in complete silence before a camera flash breaks through their quiet bubble.

Turning towards Todd, Marinette studies his features.

Pale skin, blue eyes, and black hair with a tuffet of white at the front.

“What do you think you are doing,Jason?”

Todd now dubbed ‘Jason’ grins stepping away from his brother.

“Ooh, the first name. You only use that when you’re pissed. And I’m sending this to the group chat, no one will believe me if I say that you were civil with another human being!”

Damian glares.

“You have ten seconds to run, Todd.”

Jason wastes no time running away as quickly as humanly possible.

Damian goes to follow him but stops when Marinette grabs his arm.

“Help me over to the officers? I’m still a little shaky.”

His sharp glare softens as he leads her over to give her statement.

10 minutes later, they are both sitting on a bench waiting for the police to finish getting statements from the rest of the hostages and for the armored truck that will transport Scarecrow to arrive.

“One time when I was 11, Todd and Drake decided it would be a good idea to kidnap my turkey Jerry and hide him away after buying a raw turkey and cooking it for dinner. They said they found it wandering around outside and decided it would be a good idea to cook it.”

Damian shakes his head in fond exasperation.

“That is the closest I had ever come to crying in front of my brothers. I ended up running and telling Grayson what they did and he got so mad. They ended up fessing up that it was just a prank and they didn’t mean to actually make me upset. They ended up going out and buying a bunch of junk food and pizza before we had one big movie night together.”

“We all ended up falling asleep in the living room all piled on top of each other. Father was so surprised when he came home and he didn’t even send us to bed. He got changed and joined us in the living room. We all ended up sleeping in a giant pile on the floor that night while Alfred took the couch.”

Marinette smiles up at Damian, he had been telling her about himself ever since she had asked him to and she honestly enjoyed it.

“They sound wonderful Damian. Hey, when do you think they are going to-.”

“Mari!”

Marinette is cut off by one of her favorite blondes as he latches onto her body.

“When you rushed forward I tried to follow you and ended up getting hit with the gas and had a panic attack, and then when they gave me the serum I couldn’t find you and had another panic attack, and they couldn’t calm me down for a while and then they had to take my statement but I still couldn’t find you and I’ve been freaking out the whole time. What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

By the time Adrien finally stops rambling his head is in Marinette’s lap and his arms are wrapped around her waist.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, but you shouldn’t have even followed me, that was dangerous and stupid and your dad would destroy me if anything happened to you.”

Adrien snorts.

“If you don’t want me to follow you then don’t take off running.”

Marinette groans, not acknowledging the fact that she is still leaning against Damian.

“Adrien, you are far too ride or die for your own good.”

Adrien sighs, leaning back to look at his best friend.

“Yeah well, Chloe is probably gonna kill us both if we don’t get back to the hotel soon. She heard what happened and has been blowing up my phone since I came to. Ms. Bustier won’t let her leave though.”

“We are so dead. She’s going to actually kill me this time. Damian? Would you like an invite to my funeral? You’ll need a tux.”

Before Damian can even try to respond Adrien cuts him off.

“Oh! There's another person here… Who saw me acting dramatic…. Oh no.”

Adrien's pale face contrasts brightly with Marinette’s, which is bright red from restraining her laughter.

“Okay, okay this is fine. It’s fine. We have two options here, A: We kill you so you can’t spill our secrets or B: You become our friend and are kept under surveillance.”

Damian raises an eyebrow at him not even bothering to acknowledge how dramatic he is still being.

“No.”

Marinette finally breaks, cackling like a witch she rips a piece of paper from her ever present sketchbook and writes her number down.

“Here, this is my number in case you want to stay in contact. Come on Adrien, Chloe is going to kill us.”

She grabs Adriens arm and starts to run, ignoring his protests of ‘He knows too much to be left alive!’ in favor of trying to make it back to the hotel with her other favorite blonde.

She didn’t see the soft smile Damian sent her way as he puts her number in his phone…

But Jason did, and soon will ever other wayne if the video he sent to the family group chat had anything to say about it.

#daminette #I don't now how to tag #marinette x batfam

[lady-literature]

no point wishing on stars

aka the jasonette aladdin au literally no one asked for

This is a great big amalgamation of semi-canon miraculous, batman and a heavy dose of bastardized Aladdin but here we go-

The story goes like this:

Jason is our beloved street rat turned prince Boy Wonder and billionaire’s son (not that he’s gotten that far yet).

Marinette is Ladybug, is the Guardian, is our modern-day Jasmine. She’s next in line after Fu to lead the Order, which, I suppose, is like High Royalty for superheroes/magic users.

But before she can take her rightful place, she needs a partner by her side. It’s so stupid rule that says she, as a Ladybug, needs a Black Cat by her side in order to be properly balanced.

The only problem is, she doesn’t want one. Or, well. More accurately, it’s that she doesn’t like the ones offered to her, and she doesn’t quite like the idea of being tied to someone she barely knows, especially not at fourteen.

There have been many Black Cat candidates to cross her path but there has been only one she did not immediately veto. Adrien Agreste may be a Black Cat, but he cannot be hers. He will never be anything more than her dearest brother, and that is not what Creation needs.

Creation and Destruction—life and death—have a certain type of relationship. They are lovers, mated and married in every meaning of the word.

And, for as much as she loves and adores Adrien as her brother in her soul, they will never be like that. She will never want him the way she must should he take up Destruction.

So yeah. Marinette has a problem. And yeah, she has some time to figure it out, but the Order is looking to have her figure it out sooner rather than later. Adrien is a good place holder for now, but if Marinette doesn’t choose a Black Cat by the time she’s twenty-one, Adrien will either have to do, or she forfeits her crown and the Ladybug miraculous (which she would never do, she loves her people and Tikki too much to ever do that).

(wait? Does this mean I made Adrien the human equivalent of Raja?… yes. Yes it does.)

And, to spice this up just a bit more, let’s say Hawkmoth is Jafar, yeah? This little shit is really trying to push his son to be the next Black Cat because he wants power what’s best for his son. So he be out here sabotaging potential Black Cats because he’s an asshole his son is the best candidate at the moment. He could give less than two shits about if Mari and Adrien actually like each other that way, he will shove his son at her until she has no choice but to choose him.

Anyway, so Mari leaves the temple one day. Which is fine, she’s not trapped there or anything, she can come and go as she pleases! (she may have to normally take someone with her and is currently ignoring that rule perhaps, but that’s besides the point!)

So she’s at a market in Gotham, strolling down the street, having a good time enjoying being around normal people, when she notices a boy getting into some trouble.

(I’ll give you three guesses as to who it is and the first two don’t count.)

Jason was stealing from market vendors because the hubbub of the street is distracting and nicking a few scraps here and there is practically child’s play. Only, he miscalculates.

One vendor was paying more attention than he thought.

Mari’s across the street and sees the whole thing. Sees the vendor grab Jason’s hand in a bruising grip and snarl in his face.

She’s in between the pair before she even realizes it, mouth already opening around some made-up story about ill-advised dares and how ‘it won’t happen again, sir’ and ‘here, I’ll pay for that right now, no harm done!’

Jason stares at her utterly baffled and, thankfully, silent until after she’d already grabbed his hand and pulled him away.

Only, she pulls him away down the wrong alley. (Look. Mari’s a real sweet-talker and knows how to smooth ruffled feathers, but she is hardly street smart.)

Jason swears, and it’s the first words she’s heard him speak, and then it’s him tugging her along. Up a fire escape and over the rooftops because Jason likes to think he’s tough, but there’s no way he’s picking a fight with five guys bigger than him and wearing masks.

He likes to keep his heart beating more than he wants to keep his pride unharmed thank you very much.

They end up on a rooftop, panting and like, seven blocks away. Marinette is now very lost and with a strange boy who she doesn’t know. He seems… nice, and she’s a good judge of character, but that doesn’t mean much when they’re still very much strangers.

But then the two just look at each other and suddenly they’re both laughing.

And that, my friends, is the start of a beautiful friendship.

***

During those first few months, she and Jason just seem to click.

Mari starts leaving the temple more and more to meet up with Jason, and on more than one occasion dragging behind her a picnic basket bigger than her. (it’s stupid to let one of her friends starve just because he’s too prideful to take her food. So she plans lots of picnics for them both, and pointedly ignores the way he eats and hoards most of the food she brings.)

He is her friend—though she would be lying if she said she didn’t like him a bit more than what one would consider friendly.

And Jason, who is funny and kind and made sharp by the life he’s been forced into, likes her right back. She is one of the few great parts of his life, a bright spot in the darkness he has called his world for so long, and there are few things he wouldn’t do for her.

It’s… scary—just a bit—how important she is to him.

He tries not to think about it too much.

And it doesn't really matter anyway, because she is good and bright and amazing and he is… there’s nothing he can give her in return. Nothing good, anyway.

She deserves someone better. Someone who could buy her things as pretty as her and take her nice places.

Someone who isn’t a street rat.

And then he learns she’s Ladybug, right up there with Wonder Woman and Robin and all the other amazing people set on saving the world, and he feels he got that much farther from her. How can he ever compare?

Jason doesn’t wish, because wishing is childish and he learned too young that shooting stars don’t exist and he’s come to terms with the fact that this is his life years ago, all right? He doesn't need the burden of hope to weigh him down now.

(but perhaps, deep down, tucked away in the corner of his heart, there might be a thought. Small and scared and aching, he might think, ‘if only I could be there with her, if only i could fly with her, maybe then I’d be enough’)

Six months after he meets Marinette, Jason comes across the Batmobile.

His first thought is, this can’t be real.

His second is, I could buy Mari a real birthday gift with this.

His third thought is less of a thought because he’s already got two tires off by that point and then suddenly Batman is there and Jason is swinging his tire iron.

This then leads—somehow—to him winding up at Wayne Manor with Bruce Wayne and then he learns about Batman and Robin and he gets to be Robin and-

(and what else is a Robin meant to do but fly?)

It’s too good to be true. Wishes don’t come true and good things don’t happen to him unless their name be Marinette but… but Jason’s here and it’s not a dream. He’s no prince but, well… he thinks this might just be as close as you can get.

And, okay. He really does try with the whole secrecy thing, because he can understand why that’s important but, I mean… it’s Marinette, who is Ladybug. There really was never any chance of Jason keeping that particular secret, Batman or no Batman.

And about,,, two years pass like this ig. Mari is almost seventeen now, and Jason turned seventeen recently and the pair are getting closer and closer every day. They’re toeing the line of ‘more than friends’ but neither have really taken that next step. 

The pressure is on Mari from the Order because she’s getting older and as much as she likes Jason, knows him but he isn’t a good candidate for Destruction and Mari must think of her people first.

Jason doesn’t get to be hers to keep and that aches but what else is she meant to do? She cannot—does not—want to change him in any way. So they stay, in their strange little limbo, with neither making a move.

And then, the unthinkable happens.

Hawkmoth hears of the boy finally, and is, obviously, furious.

He doesn't care if this boy can be a Cat or not, he’s going to ruin all his plans. So, there’s only one solution. He needs to get rid of him.

(i’ll give you three guesses as to how and the first two don’t count!)

Robin—Jason—dies, and Marinette feels when he does. She doesn’t know why or what happened, but the moment he leaves the world her blood turns cold and she feels sick.

Jason hasn’t even looked at the ring and already Marinette could feel the thread that had begun to tie them together. When she hears of his death—when she learns that he’s gone—Marinette shatters.

She shatters and cries and the world tips just a little, with the force of her sorrow, with the agony of her screams.

(justice is blind, yes, but is she deaf? Can she deny the sobbing of such a being as Creation herself? Can she stand, unfeeling, before the agony she has wrought?)

Marinette does not bring Jason back to life… but she has done something close. Has opened the possibility. Is, perhaps, the reason that six months later he screams and claws and drags himself from his own grave.

He is wrong wrong wrong, but he is also alive.

The league finds him, as they must. And Talia throws him into the pits, as she must. And Jason is reborn, screaming and angry and violent, as he must.

Marinette had known, Before, that Jason would not be a good match for the ring. He was tough and wild and willing to get his hands dirty if that’s what it took, but that was not what his core was. He was familiar with the rust and decay of back alley streets, but that wasn’t where he belonged. He would throw a punch but he didn’t relish the blood on his knuckles after a fight.

Jason was surrounded by destruction, but that’s not what he was.

Now… now the destruction he spent so long dancing with has slipped through the cracks in his mind left behind by the explosion. It ripped through his skin and slithered through into his veins until it settled in his heart like an overly smug cat.

Death and Destruction are inside him, woven in his ribcage and fusing with his blood, pumping pumping pumping its deadly rhythm and Jason is helpless to deny it’s tune.

Jason is a being of Destruction through circumstance rather than design, but make no mistake, that does not make him less.

(in fact, it may even make him more. To be remade from one’s own destruction is a powerful thing, and to be remade into Destruction? Well. There are few things more… miraculous.)

And we all know the next part of the story right?

Marinette mourns and grows and lives.

Jason rages and learns and plans. He’s come far from that street rat of a boy, and farther still from Marinette's petite oiseau.

But, two years after he comes back, when he ventures back to Gotham for revenge, Marinette takes one look at this angry, violent man calling himself Red Hood and she knows. He’s too familiar, even as he stands before her, more changed than she ever thought possible.

She meets the Red Hood when he comes for the new Robin, sweet little Tim who Marinette had grown to like despite herself. (He is not Jason, and never will be, but the boy was too shy and clever and earnest for her to have remained cold to him just because he wore the same colors once worn by the man she loved.)

She loves Tim in the same way she loves Adrien, simply and wholly and uncomplicated.

And then she is there when Jason comes for him.

Their reunion is not the stuff of fairy tales. It is not the beginning of happily ever after or true love.

Their reunion is a punch in the gut because it doesn't matter that he’s alive—except it does, because Mari has never known she could be so happy and so shattered at the same time—she is farther from him than she’d ever imagined she could be.

She reaches out for him, voice cracking around his name—because who else could this familiar stranger be?—and something in her shatters all over again when he flinches back from her touch.

“No,” he says, and it is a million things at once. He sends one last glare to Tim, who is still behind her, and then he’s gone.

***

Jason tries to avoid her.

Marinette allows this for a whole month before the whispers in the streets and the stories Tim comes back to her with, become too much.

She knows he is angry and out for revenge and building an empire out of the criminals that infest their city, but she doesn’t care. He was gone for two whole years and Marinette is tired of not seeing him-hearing him-touching him.

She has missed him like an ache in her chest and she doesn't care if he hates her or is furious with her, she just wants to see him. She needs to reassure herself that he’s alive, that he’s real.

And, it seems, the universe is on her side in this. In her chest, nestled there in the space next to her heart, there is what she can only describe as a compass, pointing to wherever Jason is like he’s her own personal north star.

The first few times, she’s yelled at or ran off. Or he runs off. Either way, for a while, the only moments she’s close to him are short and aching.

But she doesn’t let him run for long, and she doesn’t let him scare her off as she knows he’s trying to do.

Marinette had always been the more stubborn of the two.

Eventually, like a feral cat learning safety (like a hurt, scared animal relearning love), Jason lets her get close. He lets her in, lets her get close again.

The first time she sees him, without helmet or mask, she flings herself at him. Arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist, clutching him like her life depends on it. He takes her weight automatically, hand beneath her thighs while the other wraps around her back just as tightly. (he longs for touch, she has relearned, but he is also so frightened of it. She will have to be brave for them both)

The second time she sees his face bare once more, he is still thrumming with energy from a fight, is still high on the feeling of broken bones and blood on his knuckles. The force in his chest, the clawing and raging thing settled just off-center of the very core of him, pulls him toward her and Marinette meets him halfway, her own bright, ruthless force like a magnet in her chest.

They meet in a clash of hands on skin and lips anywhere they’ll land.

It is the first time they fall into bed together.

It will not be the last.

Now, you may be thinking, ‘Lady! This isn’t very Aladdin at all!’ and to that I tell you: I fucking warned you. What part of bastardized-Aladdin didn’t you get?

Also, shh. This is my favorite part!

So Mari is in her own personal little honeymoon stage, right? She practically could not be happier because Jason is alive and he’s hers and, even if he’s more violent and a crime boss, he’s stopped attacking his family at least. Which is good, because Mari really didn’t like the sad look Tim wore every time he brought up Jason.

And, oh yeah. Through a combination of her own detective work and Tikki, little Mari realizes that Jason is her Black Cat. Is the only person her Black Cat could be, not because of destiny—though that had helped—but because of coincidence and the bond the pair forged themselves.  

So Mari is, obviously, on cloud nine at the moment and she tells Adrien and Fu who are ecstatic for her, and announcements are going to be made the second Mari tells Jason and what could possibly go wrong?

Well, a lot of things really but the first thing is that, basically, Mari is asking Jason to marry her. Just a bit. And while they both know, in that nebulous way they always have, that they love each other, neither of them have ever actually said it.

And also, they aren’t really dating right now either. Mari’s been too busy trying to just get near Jason again that she hasn’t much been paying attention to normal relationship things like dates or labels.

So when she brings it up Jason is… well, caught off guard is likely an understatement. Which then makes Mari realize what exactly she’s just done and- shit. She’s ruined everything and Jason is going to run away again and the compass in her chest is just going to be a reminder of what she can’t have and-

Jason, who only moments before was terrified and in danger of bolting—because this is a lot and magic-marrying Mari comes with responsibilities and rules and a thousand strings he doesn't know what to do with—now stops and stares at her, babbling and so obviously panicked and something in him abruptly settles.

She starts pacing and he grabs her hand when she passes by close enough, reeling her into his body. She comes easily even in her frazzled state and the vicious clawing thing in his chest sighs contentedly.

“Why?” he asks, and it is a million things at once. Why him, why now, why, why, why?

There are a million ways she could answer, but the easiest? The most important answer is simply this: “Because I love you.”

His breath shudders in his chest at her words and her hands raise to settle on his cheek and the back of his neck, a protection of one of the most vulnerable parts of him, and he leans into her touch like a man starved.

Gods, Jason has loved her for years.

He loved her Before and he loved her in the pits, when all he had was the hate they kept stuffing in his chest, and he loves her now. She is his sun and he will spin around her for the rest of his life. But when it all comes down to it, one simple fact doesn’t change:

“I don’t deserve your love.”

Her hands press harder into his skin, like she can force him to understand through touch alone. “If everyone only got the love they deserved no one would be truly loved,” she counters.

“You would,” he says, quick and quiet and honest. Her breath hitches and he watches her eyes go wide. The hands he has on her hips tighten at the emotions he finds there.

“Oh,” she whispers, already pulling him down to meet her. “Oh you stupid, beautiful man.”

And then they’re kissing and- and it is not the first time they’ve done this, but there is something very different about this one.

They’re kissing, and this time, it feels very much like coming home.

***

And, perhaps, that is not the end.

Because there is still one wish left. 

Because Jafar-Hawkmoth is still there, and he’s still murderous, and there a very real chance he’s going to ruin the wedding somehow.

Because there is never truly an end to a story, it just simply stops being told.

But none of that really matters. Our princess and her dearest street rat are together at last, and together they’ll get through whatever happens after the story stops being told.

They’ve always had a thing for impossible odds after all.

#maribat #jasonette #my typewriter #aladdin au

[heyitsbugette]

Heart and soul

Not even everything in training that Damian Wayne was subjected to in the league of assassins nor the eccentricity of living as the only biological son of Bruce Wayne have prepared him for his greatest threat.

Luka Couffaine.

Anyone with eyes could see that there was a certain attraction on behalf of the heir for the sweet daughter of the best bakers in Paris, who with her kindness and charms she captivated the cold heart of the Prince of Gotham. And more than once Jason Todd joked with Tom Dupain about how it made a lot of sense for such a sweet girl to come straight out of a bakery, occasionally amusingly saying that the Dupain-Cheng kitchen was magical.

It was really confusing when the Robin was puzzled and stressed by feel tamed in the presence of his angel and surprisingly with the famous heroine Ladybug as well. Of course, he was teased until it all made sense to them, when together they find out the identity of the spotted heroine by Raven's deductions, his closest friend and ex-girlfriend. 

Raven, annoyed by the cowardice of her best friend, motivated him to go after his beloved right away. The youngest of the Wayne clan then did not know whether to feel grateful or offended when in the end he decided to heed the advice of the young woman of serious features.

His angel through his eyes became more and more perfect after the revelation, she knew how to fight and he did not need it to defend herself, Damian Wayne undoubtedly loved strong women. Such was their surprise when The Jagged Stone invited them by Marinette suggestion to reveal his pupil to them, the very one musician who he secretly hid under his wing for an entire year to prepare him to his debut, a boy with the ferocity of a pirate and the intelligence of a predator to words of the number one rocker in lists.

— Luka is somewhat shy at first, but when my little starlight introduced us I knew that the boy was born to succeed... Come on, dude! I mean-... Bruce, I guarantee that our collaboration between Wayne Enterprises, Rolling Stone Company and MDC will be legendary.

— I trust you, Jagged.

The fierceness in the artist's words could be seen for miles, convincing everyone with his confidence, and if the boy turns out to be as talented as they claimed, the launch of Anarka's son could generate a few million if his strategy worked. Bruce, by the way, looked amused despite the fact that his facial expression did not help at all to demonstrate it, always with his expressionless face and a curious gaze direct to his new partner.

But he could not speak in the same way for his children and how they were inusually calm, the ones who had always admired the singer were nervous with his presence, to the point that they were strangely silent behind him as they followed them, which was suspicious for the family's patriarch, they were not so well-mannered, but always noisy.

Damian, on the other hand, although he found Jagged's company pleasant, he had little mind in the older man's new human toy, he did not have time to be interested in another spoiled child with ambitions of glory and fame, because he only agreed to accompany his family for two reasons.

First and foremost, Marinette would be there. Second, he wanted to visit Fang, he had a great appreciation for the playful crocodile.

— Hey B! So will we finally meet the star boy they all were talking about so much?

— Indeed, Jason. Marinette arranged everything with Miss Rolling and they agreed on a small presentation to close the deal.

— Oh, cool.

The youngest of the clan hid his smile at the mere mention of his muse, heading to the recording studio where they took a seat next to some investors while Luka Couffaine was in front in his maximum glory on the stage, being assisted by a small French-Chinese girl who arranged his clothes meticulously between whispers that were dedicated, they seemed close. They laughed together as they whispered, as if they shared a local joke that only the two of them could understand, but it was when she blushed that the frown of Bruce Wayne's son became more noticeable.

No one with eyes could deny the obvious, Jagged's protegé was conventionally handsome; his seductive blue eyes that saw through his lens, a winning and playful smile. Although the boy was tall and slender, it was obvious that he was not a weakling at all, he had the figure in slim-fit, quite strange cause Couffaine had not exactly the kind of the lifestyle of an athlete.

Along with it, dark hair dyed in turquoise tips and aesthetic piercings adorning his ears up to the side of the helix. The guy in question have quite the look, dressed to impress in a grunge outfit designed precisely by MDC especially for him, he had a style that Jason Todd would say "You got it, brother!".

— Marinette, honey, stop. I think Luka looks handsome already.

— Oh, Miss Penny. He doesn't even need my help for that.

After so tender flirting, the aforementioned blushed noticeably in the same red shade that the heir saw in his furious vision. Did his angel flirt with another boy? But, It's not like he could demand explanations from her and he knew it, they weren't a couple or anything remotely similar. Yes, they were close and they spent a lot of time together, but if he saw it objectively she was not his.

Without option he was able to recover his composure ignoring the mocking smile that his older brothers gave him, he looked uncomfortable. But surely Marinette just wanted to be nice and give her friend a compliment to brighten his day only, that's the kind of person she was.

— Come on, Luka!

His mentor indicated as he launched himself into his couch while Penny sat next to him taking his hand. Both saw themselves as a pair of proud parents attentive to each movement that the guitarist made to prepare, the latter meanwhile looking out of the corner of his eye attentive to the little French girl with tender freckles inadvertently present, since of course she was his motivation .

His actions were unnoticed by everyone except for a certain green eyed boy who still did not trust the musician. He knew his kind, womanizers who went from girl to girl breaking hearts left and right, of course he only wanted to protect his angel from a guy who didn't even deserve to breathe her own air.

The punk man was... Like his father, sure. Or so he wanted to believe.

Oh! Yeah, Alright… Mmmm.

Gather 'round guys

It's time to start listening

Practice makes perfect

But perfect's not workin'

There's a lot more to music

That knowing where your cue's gonna be.

Okay, okay. The guy knows how to sing without the need for auto-tune, he gives it to him. But he wouldn't admit it, flattering the enemy is something that would never be available; he would not dedicate him the mere weakness of raising his ego.

Marinette deserves the best, which is indisputable to the dark-haired teen, and such was his victory when his angel realized the same thing when she moved on off the spinleless coward who was Adrien Agreste. Luckily Luka Couffaine would not last a day.

You can play all the right notes

But that don't mean you're movin' me

But if you can jump like David Lee Roth

Or pump your fist like you're Bruce "The Boss"

Bruce was perplexed at his mention, watching amused as the teenager endorsed the stage listeing with pleasure the laughter of the iconic artist who was stroking the crocodile that was rubbing on his legs. Marinette held back so as not to shout in support of Luka with the same passion with which he cheered her up when she triumphed, a star-shaped sparkle in her eyes was present with no intention of leaving.

If you got a heart and soul

You can rock and roll                        

Rock and roll

The American tried to no be disappointed when he noticed that she was not even aware of his presence, but would not allow anyone else to know it, he would be weak to allow the rookie musical to affect him because of how well he grabed the attention of his beloved heroine.

He wouldn't give his annoying siblings the pleasure of driving him out of his box, although Dick was close enough to get him by keep looking at him with pity. No, he don't need anyone's pity.

Strum it

Drum it

Slide across and run it

The stage is your home

If you learn how to own it

Like the greats did

There's no way that you can fake it

Just when he thought the half asian girl would continue to ignore him during the entire performance, he didn't count on her swapping seats with the pesky Drake to position herself next to him. Being impossible for the vigilante not to melt before her happy smile and with her gaze outlining that perfect silhouette that he would be fascinated to paint, he would not deny that she was his art, his source of inspiration.

— I'm so happy for Luka, Dami. You have no idea how hard he has worked.

— He's a lucky guy... I suppose.

She took his hand, pressing it a little against hers as she tried to suppress the emotion of seeing Luka start his career, how shes sitll as always emotional and enthusiastic when someone she loved achieve them goals, crying with them with joy when them dreams came true.

Such was the youngest of the Dupain-Cheng family, Damian experienced it first hand with each accomplishment that he got culminated. His angel always received him with some well made dessert and words of encouragement to encourage him to continue working hard.

That's the type of person she is.

You've got to feel the beat before you can move

Even though you're not wearing blue suede shoes

Makin' mistakes, but that won't matter

If you can swagger like old' pal Jagged

If you got a heart and soul

You can rock and roll

You can rock and roll

If you live and you die

For the music inside

If the one for five never gets sold

Then you can rock and roll

Rock and roll

Luka playfully looked at his idol when he made reference to him in his lyrics, and this one who just left his seat at once to raise his hands in celebration, exclaiming proudly pointed out with determination, as he pull out a Bruce Wayne before the amused gaze of the brothers. He then gave way to a guitar solo finally performed with great technique, heating up the meeting in which investors fully convinced to invest in the musical prodigy.

— That's my kid, you lil shits!

Instead, unsurprisingly, the only one unimpressed was the legitimate heir to Wayne Enterprises. He rolled his eyes thinking that the oldest was a stocking sucker, a mere flattering of cute words and empty feelings.

Someone like that couldn't make his ladybug happy.

However, seeing her so delighted now releasing her hand to take herself putting bot hands in her own cheeks by giving them little taps to lower her blush was the final blow for him to declare his total displeasure to the amateur musician. Wayne hated that feeling of bitterness, so he huffed angrily.

Alright, now take it low.

Now I need my sunshine girl, right here, as the crowd starts to cheer.

Don’t take it personal, mate. Don’t get too emotional.

You know how It is...

"How dare you?! Do you want to die young or what?!" He saw red, of course, the fuckboy is flirting with his marigold in front of him, the nerve. And of course, the musician smiled when he saw him getting angry, it was clear that this was just a game, a provocation on how he was playing with him, only as a Couffaine could when fooling around with the object of his entertainment. 

He loved being loved and hated, it was fun.

— Uh ... We'll soon bury him, right?

— Yup.

Jason whispered to his brothers when they noticed the contained fury of the minor among them, they knew that once provoked the assassin prince there would be no human power to stop him.

Rest in peace, Luka Couffaine. Good friend, good artist. We will remember you for what you were, champion.

If you can scream like Axl Rose

Or sing like Christina show after show

If you've got a heart and soul

You can rock and roll

If you've got a heart and soul

You can rock and roll

You can rock and roll

Ooh, yeah

You can rock and roll.

The performance ended with an innocent smile and an expectant look on behalf of the vocalist as soon as his fingers finished with the last chord of his guitar, so when he took it off he received the energetic baker's daughter in his arms who embraced him warmly when the high command of the label gave their approval of him.

Luka Couffaine would be the next star, the exotic apprentice of the living rock legend and MDC designs' most precious jewel.

Get moving, Austin Moon! Who knows you, XY ?!

— I told you! You did It, you idiot!

— Oe, oe! I must learn better than to doubt your trust in me, ma mélodie.

Tender giggles were heard from the girl's mouth as she hid her face in the teenager boy's chest, aggressively grabbing the lapels of his leather jacket in a desperate attempt to hide her blush at such a loving nickname. Then when looking away and raising her face to meet the relaxed features of the French guy, both succumbed to sharing a giggle at the moment when in a change of position the aspiring soloist kissed the back of the young woman's hand, who he regarded her as his most ingenious symphony.

Little did they know that a certain person burned with anger looking around him in red, after all he thought that he was the only person who made her smile like that. The green-eyed felt weak from falling to something as gross as jealousy, but no one had prepared him to endure a suave musician.

— Heya, pixie pop! Would you mind introducing your friend to us?

—Ah, Jay-Jay! I longed to present you all for a long time.

Luckily, it was the albino tuft guy who intervened to sneakily separate the couple, putting himself in the middle of both while embossing a charming smile and a relaxed expression on his face.

— Sup kid! Here's Jason Todd. You know, the cool one. And these idiots next to me are my brothers...This one at my right is Tim Drake, the coffee rat. And the other one with the stupid face is Dick Grayson, the dick. Oh, and the dwarf is lil D-...

— Damian Wayne.

Suddenly the mentioned one appeared, narrowing his eyes challengingly during the brief exchange of glances he shared with the artist in a non-verbal competition. Too bad the guitarist didn't know he was competing.

— Enchanté, guys. Mon trésor told me a lot about you.

"Ma mélodie? Mon trésor? Yah, this guy is asking for it… ” He chattered his teeth in anger and even without trusting the intentions of the stranger man, as he said before, he knew the ones of his type. Young rock stars were all the same.

— Guys.. This is Luka Couffaine ... My boyfriend.

Has anyone heard that? It seems that something broke slowly inside the american heir as how Damian could almost hear Kagami Tsurugi whispered on his mind: "You hesitated."

Heart and soul - The Jonas Brothers

#daminette #damian x marinete #damimari #marinette x damian #maribat #lukanette #luka x marinette #miraculous salt #mlb x dc

[sassykittynoir]

True Friend’s kiss || Adrinette

Summary: Snow-white with a twist. That drabble was inspired by a discusion I had with my dear friends: @helgabatwrittings @miraculouslyinloveagain and @smileytrinity. I hope you’ll like it. A bonus scene might be coming soon. 

A hush fell over the meadow when a cloaked figure appeared at the edge of the forest. Not a single lament could be heard anymore throughout the land. The many birds bewailing the loss of the beloved princess fell silent at the Prince’s sudden appearance. 

The dwarfs stared with bathed breath at the man who would finally break the curse, sweep their dear child off her feet and ride off to the sunset on the back of his faithful steed. The task would be no easy feat, but determination shone in the Prince’s emerald green eyes. The fiery look was enough to ignite a glimmer of hope in the hearts of the most reluctant creature. 

In a glass case placed upon a ledge, basking in a pool of light, laid Snow-White. She looked ethereal in her peaceful slumber, the prince noted as he crossed the distance separating him from his soon-to-betrothed. Her fair skin was still as white as snow. Her hair, framing her face black as night, even the rosy tinge of her cheeks had changed not.

The prince’s heart was hammering against his chest in a steady staccato, threatening to burst out of his chest at any moment. A soft gasp of awe caught in his throat when his eyes fell upon her lips, red as a rose. 

“O- Oh thee fairest maiden of the land - Adrien remembered to recite - as thy beauty graces mine eyes, lest I under your spell!” He delivered his line, adverting his eyes from Marinette’s to stare at his audience on the stage. 

He rested his hands on Marinette's and interlaced their fingers together. “Allow mine lips to descend upon yours. For only a true love’s kiss can break this curse.” He declared to the audience. His voice breaking on the last word. 

A true love's kiss. He swallowed around the lump in his throat. Two, seconds ago, his heart had been pounding against his chest, now Adrien was convinced his heart had stopped beating altogether. His mouth, a mere inch away from Marinette's, was dry as parchment. Eyes widened in anticipation.

The stage around him was bustling with noise, as the seven dwarfs and woodland creatures played their parts. But amidst the gasps, and the nervous giggles around him, his ears still picked up on Marinette's sharp intake of breath. From the corner of his eyes he could see Nino mouthing the words "kiss her" from his seat on his makeshift director chair. 

So, kissed her he did. In a swift movement, Adrien captured Marinette’s lips with his. His brain short-circuited, as he lost himself in the heady sensation of the kiss. Slow and sweet. His hand moved on its own accord to cup his princess' cheek. Adrien couldn't bring himself to stop, not when Marinette's lips tasted like favorite cherry lipstick. He was pretty sure that was what heaven tasted li-- 

A loud clearing of a throat brought him back to earth. "Huh this is awkward." someone, probably Alix whispered in the background.  He reluctantly broke the kiss, a smug smile stretching on his lips when Marinette's chased his mouth, still dazed from the kiss. 

“And cut -- " Nino yelled. "Dude, that was a hell of a kiss. I appreciate the dedication. We will definitely win this contest!"  He exclaimed, voice bubbling with excitement.

"Finally." Aly intoned, frustration dripping with every word she pronounced. "I like you sunshine boy, but God help me if you had suggested another change to the script I wrote.” The satisfied smirk tugging the corners of her lips on her face belied her true feelings. She was ecstatic for Marinette who seemed to be floating on clouds nine. “To think he wanted Luka to kiss Marinette, instead” She mumbled to no one in particular. 

“Yeah...” Adrien chuckled, one hand rubbing his neck. “I’m glad Marinette is such a good friend. It would have been hard to have so much chemistry, otherwise!” He admitted with a sheepish smile, resolutely pretending not to hear the annoyed groans around him as he turned his attention to his girlfriend, teeth sinking onto his tongue to stop a laugh at Marinette’s dramatic eye roll. 

“You’re a troll.” She whispered, lowering her head to hide the blush creeping to her cheeks as her boyfriend helped her out of the coffin. The novelty of calling Adrien her boyfriend had not worn off, yet. It had been two weeks and the model still managed to give her butterflies with just one look.

Keeping their relationship a secret from their friends was quite the ordeal, but it felt necessary in order not to raise any suspicion about their alter ego. 

The news of Ladybug and Chat Noir dating had leaked a week ago and when Marinette suggested to hide the civilian part of their relationship, she didn’t quite expected Adrien to go such lengths to protect their secret. His execution was...chaotic, but oddly endearing.

“Maybe. But I’m your troll, bugaboo.” Adrien whispered back, the ten thousand watt smile he offered her made it all worth it. 

#adrinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #Moon writes

[rogue-jester365]

His Tears, Her Demons(Castlevania Fanfiction)

Author: Rogue-Jester365 (on Wattpad with the same name and my account on Deviantart called DecemberOwl)

Disclaimer: As all of you know, I do not Adrien "Alucard " Tepes. He belongs to the creators of the Castlevania games and show.

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Chapter 5: Unable to Sleep (Part I)

Cristine

Flashback from fifteen years earlier...

The night was dark as always like in the day, but the storm was much stronger than before. The thunder was louder, the wind was much stronger, and the rain was heavy. The sound of the raindrops made it almost impossible for me to sleep.

But the wind and the rain was never the problem of why I could not sleep. It was lightning. One of my earliest memories of a storm that involved thunder and lightning was when I was no more than three years of age. A time when my mother was still alive and my sister was still with me. My sister and I shared the same bedroom, she never had a problem with lightning or thunder. She thought of them as intriguing and strangely relaxing to listen to. I found it uneasy.

The moment after a bolt of lightning struck I cried out," Mummy!". My sister groaned in annoyance as she woke up.

" Crissy, why must you always shout when a storm happens?", she asked, looking at me with her ivory-toned tired and angry expression. Her wavy dirty blonde hair was a mess, her brown eyes narrowed at me, she was sitting on her side with a hand as support. She was nine years old at the time but her mind was already a practical adult at the time. Mother said that she was a prodigy meaning as in a "child genius". Which was something that frightened our mother due to what horrible things they had done.

" I didn't mean to wake you, Rosie. I just hate the--", before I could finish another lightning struck which made me cry out " Mummy!" again. She came to the door not long after that one. She was standing at the doorway, holding a lit candle. I looked at her with teary eyes. She was in her late twenties to early thirties, tall, long dirty blonde hair that was tied into a messy braid, skin that was pale as the snow, eyes that were green as tree leaves in the spring. She wore a green robe with yellow trim and tie. I held up my arms as I whimpered to her" Mummy...". She gave me a soft smile as she went over to my bed, sat down then held me.

" Mummy the lightning scares me.", I sniffled into her chest. She gently rubbed my back in small circular motions while her other hand held my head closely.

" I know it does, my little fawn.", she told me in her soothing and bird-like voice," The lightning can be scary for many sometimes. ".

" I, however, find it fascinating and relaxing. It's practical music to my ears.", Rosella commented. She was usually called by her pet name "Rosie" rather than "Rosella" unless our mother was being strict with her. This ironically happens quite often since Rosella tended to get in trouble despite her being the oldest and mature one out of both of us.

The lightning then struck again for the third time, as always I cried again." Oh, calm down, Cristine. This happened many times before, you should be used to this--"

" Rosella, hush!", my mother instructed my sister. She only rolled her eyes then laid back down and pulled the covers over herself. Mother still was holding me close.

" I can't stop the thunder, my sweet. Would you like me to sing you to sleep?", she asked. I looked up at her and stopped the sniffling. I nodded my head yes.

She laid me back on the bed and tucked me in. She looked down at me with the same smile on her face as before. She then began to sing in her angelic tone:

"Little child, be not afraid

Though rain pounds harshly against the glass

Like an unwanted stranger

There is no danger

I am here tonight

Little child, be not afraid

Though thunder explodes and lightning flash

Illuminates your tear-stained face

I am here tonight

And someday you'll know

That nature is so

The same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

On forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you'll see

In the morning

Little child, be not afraid

Though storm clouds mask your beloved moon

And its candlelight beams

Still keep pleasant dreams

I am here tonight

Little child, be not afraid

Though wind makes creatures of our trees

And their branches to hands

They're not real, understand

And I am here tonight

And someday you'll know

That nature is so

The same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

On forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you'll see

In the morning

For you know

Once even I was a little child

And I was afraid

But a gentle someone always came

To dry all my tears

Trade sweet sleep for fears

And to give a kiss goodnight

Well now I am grown

And these years have shown

That rain's a part of how life goes

But it's dark and it's late

So I'll hold you and wait

'Til your frightened eyes do close

And I hope that you'll know

That nature is so

The same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

On forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you'll see

In the morning

Everything's fine in the morning

The rain will be gone in the morning

But I'll still be here in the morning"

I don't remember which part of that song I fell asleep in at the time, but when I did I did not hear a single strike of lightning, not even as I heard my mother sing. I was sleeping dreamlessly that night.

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Present-day(1476)...

My eyes began to open wide from the dream. It was either the middle of the night or a few hours before sunrise, I could not tell, all I knew was that it was still dark out. I sat up on my bed and held my legs against my chest. Thoughts of my fond memories of my mother filled my mind after waking from the dream.

My mother was always my protector and light when in the darkest moments, she even was the same to Rosella. She loved us both regardless of how different we were from each other. I never understood why anyone would accuse her as a witch or anything awful, as far as I knew she never harmed a soul. I missed her so much, including my sister. She was a bit harsh but she was probably hurt from when our father left us. She knew of him more than I did, they were probably close before I came along. But I wouldn't know, I never really asked and I was only told that he never was the type to stick around long.

Wanting to clear my head from the unhappy thoughts, I removed the covers from my body then got off the bed. I walked to the wardrobe and opened it to search for a robe. I found one that was maroon colored and put it on. I tied it together, tightly but not to where it would hurt me or make me uncomfortable. I walked to the door, opened it, then walked out.

I thought that a small stroll would help clear my head. I walked from hallway to hallway. I went to the library to read for a short period of time before I walked back to my room.

I stopped in my tracks and gasped as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned to see who it was and it was Adrien. I placed a hand on my chest and sighed in relief." You scared me.", I almost smiled at him.

He smiled back at me as he said," I apologize for doing so. I was just wondering who was wandering in the halls.". His long blonde hair was a bit messier than usual, he wore a large white shirt that reaches down to his knees, his usual black pants, but did not wear his boots." You had trouble sleeping too, didn't you?", I asked after observing him.

He lifted his shoulders slightly as he responded," How did you guess?". I couldn't tell if he was asking, joking, or being sarcastic. So I didn't respond to that.

" What kept you from being unable to sleep on a lovely night like this?", he asked.

" I--", I began to say but it began to be hard finding the words for it. Any thought of my mother had often made me upset, even if it's one of my fondest memories of her. I never had gotten over her death even after all these years.

" I dreamt of my mother.", I answered him truthfully," Before the Church had come and before my sister had left.". I then looked down with a mildly sad expression on my face.

" Oh... Was it a good dream?", he asked me in a gentle tone.

" It was lovely.", I told him. I then looked back at him. He had a calm expression on his face as usual. Out of curiosity, I asked him in return," How about you Adrien? What kept you up this night?".

" I just couldn't shut my eyes or at the very least keeping them shut.", he answered.

" Hm... I can understand that.", I responded. I could understand. There are some nights where I could shut my eyes, while half the time I couldn't. Whenever I couldn't, I could never understand why though.

" So, what were you doing in the halls, anyway?", he asked.

" I was just taking a small stroll through the halls to distract myself from the thoughts I have been getting since I woke up. I was just on my way back to my bedroom. I never intended to wake you.", I explained to his first then the second question that he didn't even ask," I am sorry for disturbing you."

" No, no, there's no need to apologize. I was only curious.", he told me then asked," Mind if I escort you to your bedroom? If not, then I won't mind."

" I don't mind at all.", I told him with a smile on my face," I enjoy your company.". A smile formed on his face. He lifted his hand slightly towards me. As our fingers intertwined, our eyes never separated from each other's, that was until he walked me back to my room.

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Although it wasn't long until he took me back to my bedroom, every second with him felt like forever, but in a genuine way. As we got to my door, I released his hand and told him," Thank you, Adrien, for the talk and for taking me back to my room. I hope you sleep well tonight.". As I turned away to open the door, I felt his hand back on mine. I turned my head back to him.

" If you ever have trouble sleeping again for any reason, you are welcome to come to me. I won't mind if you have to wake me up for it.", he told me.

I smiled again and nodded my head with an " Okay, I will.".

A small smile formed on his lips again. He then placed his free hand on my cheek and held it. He pulled me in delicately and only enough to be a little closer to his masculine form. My eyes looked up at him widely with a confused expression on what he was doing. That was until I felt his lips gently kissing my forehead for two seconds. He still had the same soft smile on his face as he pulled away and removed his hand from my cheek.

I couldn't help but blush a little as I tried to hide the smile that was forcing itself to form on my face. He chuckled at my response to his kiss." Goodnight, Cristine, do sleep well.", Adrien told me as he began to walk away.

" Goodnight.", I returned as I watched him walk away with the smile still on my face. I quickly entered my room, shut the door, then leaned back on it. My eyes were half-closed as I stood there with a dumb look on my face. Thoughts of Adrien was filling my mind, repeating the same scene of just happened between me and him. His kiss may not have been on my lips, but my heart couldn't help but flutter since that was the first time any male had kissed me before. I felt almost as if though I was in love, but I couldn't be since neither of us really had talked on the subject and the idea of it was still new to me.

After a minute and a half, I stood up straight then made my way to my bed. I climbed onto the bed and laid my head on the pillows. Soon, my eyelids slowly lost their strength to keep open, shutting my eyes allowing me to drift back to sleep.

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Author's Note: The lullaby does not belong to me. It belongs to a singer named Vivienna Tang called "Lullaby for a Stormy Night".

#alucard #netflix castlevania #castlevania anime #castlevania #love #romance #literature #fanfiction #fanfic #adrien tepes

[authorlmfletcher]

Luka, Kagami, and Our Favourite Love Square

{My rambling thoughts on the craziness that currently is Miraculous Ladybug.}

Because apparently, the complexity of the original love square in this show wasn’t enough, the show has now added additional love interests for both our favourite main characters: Luka for Marinette and Kagami for Adrien - (who already has to deal with unwanted advances from Lila and Chloe too!)

Let’s start with Marinette. 

Marinette’s character seems to struggle a lot with self-worth and seeing the value of who she is. This is one of the main things that holds her back from Adrien, I think. We’re currently watching her become more and more confident in herself through the show, and her interactions with Adrien are becoming more relaxed. 

Her love for him has moved from the sweet loving moment we saw in the umbrella scene to incredibly obsessive (50 years of presents? knowing every moment of his schedule? teaming up with her arch-enemy Chloe to interfere with Kagami?). I remember being a young teen and crushing hard on boys. I remember writing my name with their last name and watching them shyly through my eyelashes. I remember knowing what classes they were taking. But I totally think her obsession with Adrien is unhealthy - even if it's just the shows way of demonstrating to us that she loves him. 

Marinette also lets her emotions run freely - she allows them to burst out reactively, whether it is anger, joy, passion, panic, creativity.... she just goes 110% with everything. This is something that even Tikki is working on with her. We see that when she is almost akumatized in the bathroom - Tikki reminding her to be in control of her emotions. 

Enter Luka. 

Luka is exactly what Marinette needs right now.

He is a calming, gentle spirit to her explosively emotional one. He appreciates and respects her creative side. He sees her for the value that she is. And, most importantly, he is able to share with her how he feels about HER. Not her as Ladybug. Marinette. He is helping her build that self-worth. He doesn’t seem to have any serious expectations or requirements from her while still being open to sharing his own feelings. 

His attention on her as a person is somewhat taking her obsession off Adrien, which - I think is going to be important in the long run, because who can really have a real relationship with someone who they have put on an unrealistic pedestal of perfection??

All this considered, I believe Luka is the character Marinette needs to be able to grow in herself and to be able to move from obsessed fan-girl of Adrien Agreste. Moving Adrien from pedestal to friend is going to make a huge difference in their ability to love each other over time.

It’s easy to see why there is a fan base for the Lukanette relationship.

Even if that means it’s messing up our beloved love square now. 

Now let’s talk about Adrien.

 Adrien’s character is broken. 

Let’s face it - anyone who has gone through what he has unscathed isn’t human.

He, too, struggles with self-worth and being able to be himself. He has been rejected over and over: his mom left him / vanished (or so he thinks), his dad isn’t good at affection and is controlling, Nathalie as a surrogate parent has limitations on how she can show she cares since she’s technically an employee, Ladybug won’t accept his advances. He is expected to act a specific way as the son of Gabriel Agreste - “perfect.” Imagine the pressure of that!

Plus, how would he ever be able to fully know is anyone loves him for himself or for his name/money/fame? 

He has to deal with Chloe’s constant over-dramatic affections - which he knows aren’t real feelings because she just fawns over him like an accessory. And then Lila, too, because she’s all about getting attention, and who better to get attention with than with someone famous. Ladybug’s constant rejection of him seems to confirm that he’s not worth the love, even if he’s happy to have her as a friend. 

Ladybug is just as high on the pedestal for Adrien as he is for Marinette. It’s the same unrealistic view of someone else’s perfection. 

Adrien’s character is typically submissive, doing what he’s told all the time without much argument, doing what everyone else expects out of him, head-down and soft-spoken.

Enter Kagami.

Kagami is more than aware of the pressure of being a perfect child. We see how her mother treats her and her expectations of being the best - similar to Adrien. Being from the same social status level, they are able to interact freely without parental disapproval.

In contrast to Adrien, she is aggressive and strong. This is important for Adrien’s character development because she is pushing him to stand up for himself and to take a closer look at his feelings. 

She treats him on equal footing - something he desperately needs for his value of himself, being liked for himself, not for his fame. 

Unlike Ladybug, Kagami is available and interested. She’s not something unobtainable. She’s right there and she’s willing. Adrien hasn’t put her on the pedestal that he has with his spotted superhero idol.

I don’t think that the vilification of this character has been fair. Kagami is exactly what Adrien needs to believe in his own worth, to learn that people can love him for real, to become more assertive, and to get his misguided perception of Ladybug settled down. It might even help him see Marinette better because he won’t be as blinded. 

What about our love square? 

This is the hardest part of the whole thing - especially if you are a shipper of any part of the square. Right now, these two are needing to develop themselves outside of that square in order to be better within the square. It means that we are going to struggle as we watch them in relationships with other people until they are ready to be with each other. 

Character development is so important. Even if it hurts.

They are young. (So young!). They have lots of time to still find themselves, find each other, and live happily ever after. Even if we wish it could be now because we all are so incredibly invested.

As we continue down the adventures for Season 3, I’m interested to see how it all plays out. These two youngens deserve only the best. <3 

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #kagami tsurugi #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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Marichat May 2018: Chapter 4

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Fanfiction AO3 Wattpad

Prompt: Croissants!

Chapter 4: Home

"Now," Sabine said. "We will be making the one day version instead of the original. Is that okay, dear?"

"I'm sorry we can't get you the best quality," Marinette apologized.

Chat Noir smiled. "No, no! That is purr-fect. I was starving for some croissants because I haven't had any sweets in such a long time. I was afraid I might have to resort to killing someone to get them." He smirked, but the expression melted as he said, "Thank you."

"Well, that's fortunate. We wouldn't want our beloved superhero becoming a criminal, now do we?" Sabine nudged Marinette's shoulders. They laughed.

"Maman," Marinette said. "Maybe we should invite him at another time to let him help us, so that he could finally taste a true croissant." She looked towards Chat Noir to see his reactions and -

She saw dead flowers reviving because of him.

She smiled. Chat Noir was an important friend to her, and she was happy that she could cheer him up.

Sabine smiled. "I think it's a great idea, dear. And judging from Chat Noir's expression, I think he means a yes too." Marinette and Sabine giggled.

Chat Noir laughed along and rubbed his right hand on his messy hair.

Marinette and Sabine gathered the ingredients from the fridge and behind the counters. Chat Noir, not knowing where anything was, stayed put.

After a few minutes of constant bustling, they had finally had most of the ingredients on the workstation. Marinette finally asked the question that had been itching her mind. "You said that you haven't had sweets for how long?"

"Um.. About three months, I think."

"Three months?!" She almost yelled. How was that possible? She couldn't survive three days without sweets! Plus, there was Tikki...

"Yeah." He said, without any change in his expression. "My chef makes only healthy and low-calorie foods, so it's rare that I get to eat sweets," Chat Noir said. His eyes widened and his right hand went to his mouth. "Oops," he said. He tried a smile.

"A chef? A personal chef?" Marinette asked.

Chat Noir nodded.

Marinette felt as if she had been stung by a bee. "I would have never thought that you, out of all people, would have a personal chef." She was curious as to who he was in civilian form, but she shook herself off from the idea. Superhero identities had to stay secret. She, out of all people, should know that.

"Hey, what do you mean, 'out of all people'? You wound me, princess." Chat Noir smirked.

"Oh come on," Marinette smiled playfully. "We all know those cheesy puns are not exactly Grade A."

"Oh! Oh, that was fatal, princess!" He reenacted the Shakespeare scene where Julius Caesar was stabbed multiple times. "You have officially slaughtered my ego. You know how much I take pride in my puns."

Marinette laughed. "Stop being such a drama queen, Chat Noir." Marinette pushed her index finger to where his heart must have been at the word. "We're going to get started now."

They gathered all of the ingredients. Sabine called for Tom. They were going to make tomorrow's batch, and the more hands, the better it was.

"Here," Marinette said, giving Chat Noir the measuring cup. "Get one cup of the flour and put it in here." She pointed at the empty bowl in front of them. "I'm going to find the yeast."

Chat Noir did exactly as she said. When he was done, Marinette came back and put the yeast in and added water.

Chat Noir looked at the bowl with the wonder that a child had for a new toy. "Wow," he said. Marinette thought it was cute.

"Now, we wait an hour," Marinette said.

"Hello, Chat Noir!" A voice boomed from behind. "We are so glad that you could join us today," Tom said with a huge grin on his face.

Chat Noir caught the same grin. "The pleasure is all mine," he bowed.

Sabine and Tom smiled. Marinette couldn't help but grin with them.

A minute or two of silence between the two teenagers had passed. Meanwhile, Tom and Sabine had been talking excitedly about how the bakery had been garnering more attention nowadays. It had become one of the first stops that tourists passed through. They had said that the reviews were stellar and the people around had said nothing but great things about the bakery. They had taken all of this in pride.

"Chat Noir," Marinette said. "Since you said that you have a personal chef," Tom and Sabine turned around to hear their conversation. Tom's eyes were wide open. Sabine gave an understanding smile to Tom. "I assume that you haven't cooked much. But have you ever been in a kitchen?"

"Well, yes." Chat Noir answered happily. Then, his voice lowered in pitch and volume. His head was lowered. "The last time I was in a kitchen, I was twelve and mom and I had made spaghetti."

"Oh," Marinette said. "Does she not cook often or something? I can guess that having a personal chef around would reduce the burden of having to cook."

"No. She loved cooking. She used to do it all the time." Chat Noir sighed, looking down at the floor. "The personal chef has been an addition to us ever since-"

"Oh no." Marinette's face grew pale. "Is she…"

"Dead? Yeah." The word yeah was barely a whisper.

"Oh my gosh," Sabine had her hands covering her mouth. "I'm so sorry, dear," Sabine hugged him, petting his head. Chat Noir's ears were drooped down all the way.

It feels like mom, Adrien thought. He leaned in to Sabine's shoulders.

"How old are you, sweetie?" Sabine asked, wiping away tears he didn't know he had with her fingers.

"Fourteen."

She gasped. "The same age as Marinette! And when did she pass away?"

"A year and a half ago."

"So it's recent. How is your father handling all of this?"

"Not good, I guess?" She hugged him harder. "Ever since her death, he…changed." He cried.

Marinette flinched. She had never seen Chat Noir cry. He had always been an image of goofiness and fun to her.

"Just the night before yesterday, it had been her birthday," Adrien continued. "And so I had gotten him a hiccup present that had reminded him of her. But he called it as only the hiccup thing that brought terrible memories." He cried.

Marinette tried to hold back her tears without success. Now, she was more appreciative than ever that her parents were alive and well. She only wished that Chat Noir could be the same, but she couldn't just wish back a dead person, even as Ladybug. She tried to imagine a life without either her mom or dead. It was devastating. She would have become a walking zombie. Just going through the motions of life.

She couldn't even imagine what Chat Noir felt. He was handling all of this…alone. And with much more courage than she might imagine for herself.

Marinette wept. All this time with Chat Noir, and she hadn't even known that he was severely pained until just the day before yesterday. She was a terrible partner.

Adrien's jaws chattered. The mask started to break. It blinked back and forth, disappearing and reappearing.

Marinette couldn't believe her eyes. It was as if the mask were just pixels from an old video game. She had never known that the masks could ever break. However, she still couldn't see who the boy behind the mask was. It blinked too quickly for her to see.

"I just…wanted him to be…happy. I wanted the present to serve… as a reminder that mom…was always with us." With every pause, his voice lowered three pitches, as if it was to calm himself down. "But hiccup-" He couldn't finish the sentence.

Sabine embraced him even harder and rubbed his back in a swirling motion. "It's okay. It's okay."

They stayed like that for thirty minutes.

Adrien was calm now. His cheeks were drenched in dry tears, but he felt a lot better than what he had felt like for a long time. It was as if he had thrown away extra weights that he didn't even know he had.

Chat Noir pulled away from Sabine, who still had been hugging him. "Uh.." he ruffled his hair slightly with his right hand. "I'm sorry if I brought the mood down. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, and I ruined it." His ears drooped.

"No, dear," Sabine smiled. "You didn't ruin anything. Far from it."

"Of course not!" Marinette chimed in.

"Yes," Tom said. He was silent for a second. "If you need any help, you can always come to us."

"In or out of costume," Sabine said, taking Tom's hand. "We won't tell anyone. We swear."

Chat Noir smiled. "Thank you," he said, the words barely a whisper.

But Sabine, Tom, and Marinette had heard him. They smiled too.

"Think of us as your adopted family," Sabine said, the smile still on her face. "Marinette could provide a spare bed to you if you ever need to stay for the night. Is that okay, Marinette?"

"I can't say no to a stray kitty," Marinette smiled.

The alarm went off.

"Oh, I guess the croissants are ready for the next step."

Marinette and Chat Noir finally managed to make the croissants. Marinette often instructed him on how to fold or how wide to cut, but she was astounded at the speed which he learned. She didn't have to repeat anything twice, and furthermore, he was able to recreate an exact replica whenever he saw her do it. Maybe it was one of the magical powers of the suit, or maybe it was that Chat Noir was just a talented person. But she couldn't help but be impressed.

They talked about a lot of things. Marinette's school life and her projects, Chat Noir's hero life, Jagged Stone, Ultimate Mecha Strike III, Marinette's crush, Chloe, and Chat Noir's crush on Ladybug. Marinette hadn't said who her crush was, but she had talked about how hard it was to even talk to him. He was too perfect for a mere mortal like her to be able to talk to, she said. And because of that, she got flustered around him easily.

She remembered that Chat Noir's eyebrow had gone up. He couldn't comprehend who could be more perfect than her if she was already perfectly imperfect. It warmed her heart that the kitty thought of her so highly. It didn't change the situation, but it was sweet.

She had then complained that Chloe was too blunt. Marinette was sure most of the akuma attacks had something to do with Chloe. Chloe and she had been in the same class for four straight years, and every time until this year she had let Chloe bully her. But not anymore. She had gained new friends and a new power – confidence. She stood up to Chloe, and she felt happy putting Chloe in her place. Also, the girl had to learn social context. It was obvious to everyone but her that Adrien didn't want to be in her company. She needed to give him personal space. She had fumed.

Chat Noir had nodded, although he wasn't quite sure how the conversation had changed from Marinette's crush to Chloe.

When the croissants were finally done, Marinette and Chat Noir smiled.

Marinette took a bite into the croissant. She could taste the crunchy flakes on the outside and the buttery gooey goodness in the inside. Her tongue was satisfied. She looked at Chat Noir to see what he thought about the taste.

He was examining the croissant from all angles, admiring the work they had put into it. He hadn't even taken a bite yet.

Marinette laughed. "It's not a museum artifact, you know."

Chat Noir laughed. "Right." He took a bite.

His head rose along with his hands, which were now balled into fists. He looked as if he had just found out he had won the jackpot. She swore that she also saw tears.

Marinette smiled. "So?"

Mom. "It's…beautiful." Chat replied, staring at the hole he had just created in awe.

Marinette laughed.

If you have any suggestions or constructive criticism for me, don’t hesitate to contact me.

I hoped you liked this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this (I hope that doesn't sound sadistic).

#marichat may 2018 #marichat may #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #ml marinette #adrien agreste

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Saint Bridget of Sweden: The 15 Prayers

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Pope Benedict XV expressed himself as follows on the Revelations of St. Bridget:

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"The approbation of such revelations implies nothing more than, after mature examination, it is permissible to publish them for the unit of the faithful. Though they don't merit the same credence as the truths of religion, one can, however, believe them out of human faith, conforming to the rules of prudence by which they are probable, and supported by sufficient motives that one might believe in them piously."

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The 14th of June 1303, at the moment Bridget was born, Benedict, the curate of Rasbo, prayed for the happy deliverance ot Ingeborde. Suddenly, as he prayed for the happy enveloped by a luminous cloud out of which Our Lady appeared:

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"A child has been born at Birger; her voice will be heard by the entire world

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Sagii, die XXIV Aprilis 1903

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Imprimatur

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F.J. GIRARD, V.G.

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These Prayers and these Promises have copied from a book printed in Toulouse in 1740 ad published by the P. Adrien Parvilliers of the Company of Jesus, Apostolic Missionary of the Holy Land, with approbation, permission and recommendation to distribute them.

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Parents and teachers who will read them to young infants for at east one year will read them to young infants for at least one year will assure their being preserved for life from any grave accident which would involve the loss of one of their five senses.

Pope Pius IX took cognizance of these Prayers with the prologue; he approved them May 31, 1862, recognizing them as true and for the good of souls.

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This sentence of Pope Pus IX has been confirmed by the realization of the promises by all persons who have recited the prayers and by numerous supernatural facts by which God wanted to make known their exact truth. A collection of small books, these prayers among them, was approved by the Great Congress of Malines on August 22, 1863.

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Question: Must one recite the Prayers everyday without interruption to obtain the privileges?

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Answer: One should miss saying them as few times as possible; but if for a serious reason one is obliged to miss them, as long as one recites 5480 Prayers during the year. One must say them with devotion ad concentrate on the words one pronounces.

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Visitors to the Church of St. Paul at Rome can see the crucifix, above the Tabernacle in the Blessed Sacrament Chapel, sculptured by Pierre Cavallini, before which St. Bridget knelt when she received these 15 Prayers from Our Lord. The following inscription is placed in the church to commemorate the event: "Pendentis, Pendente Dei verba acepit et verbum corde Brigitta Deum. Anno Jubilei MCCCL.

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As St. Bridget for a long time wanted to know the number of blows Our Lord received during His Passion, He one day appeared to her and said: "I received 5480 blows on My Body. If you wish to honor them in some way, say 15 Our Fathers and 15 Hail Marys with the following Prayers (which He taught her) for a whole year. When the year is up, you will have honored each one of My Wounds."

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First Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus Christ! Eternal all joy Sweetness to those who love Thee, joy surpassing and all joy and desire, Salvation and Hope of all sinners, Who hast proved that Thou hast no greater desire than to be among men, recall all the sufferings Thou hast endured from the instant of Thy conception, and especially during Thy Passion, as it was decreed and ordained from all eternity in the Divine plan.

Remember, O Lord, that during the Last Supper with Thy disciples, having washed their feet, Thou gavest them Thy Most Precious Body and Blood, and while at the same time Thou didst sweetly console them, Thou didst foretell them Thy coming Passion.

Remember the sadness and bitterness which Thou didst experience in Thy Soul as Thou Thyself bore witness saying: "My soul is sorrowful even unto death."

Remember all the fear, anguish and pain that Thou didst suffer in Thy delicate Body before the torment of the Crucifixion, when, after having prayed three times, bathed in a sweat of blood, Thou wast betrayed by Judas, Thy disciple, arrested by the people of a nation Thou hadst chosen and elevated, accused by false witnesses, unjustly judged by three judges during the flower of Thy youth and during the solemn Paschal season.

Remember that Thou wast despoiled of Thy garments and clothed in those of derision; that Thy Face and Eyes were veiled, that Thou wast buffeted, crowned with thorns, a reed paced in Thy Hands, that Thou was crushed with blows and overwhelmed with affronts and outrages.

In memory of all these pains and sufferings which Thou didst endure before Thy Passion on the Cross, grant me before my death true contrition, a sincere and entire confession, worthy satisfaction and the remission of all my sins. Amen.

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Second Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! True liberty of angels, Paradise of delights, remember the horror and sadness which Thou didst endure when Thy enemies, like furious lions, surrounded Thee, and by thousands of insults, spits, blows, lacerations and other unheard-of-cruelties, tormented Thee at will. In consideration of these torments and insulting words, I beseech Thee, O my Savior, to deliver me from all my enemies, visible and invisible, and to bring me, under Thy protection, to the perfection of eternal salvation. Amen.

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Third Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Creator of Heaven and earth Whom nothing can encompass or limit, Thou Who dost enfold and hold all under Thy Loving power, remember the very bitter pain Thou didst suffer when the Jews nailed Thy Sacred Hands and Feet to the Cross by blow after blow with big blunt nails, and not finding Thee in a pitiable enough state to satisfy their rage, they enlarged Thy Wounds, and added pain to pain, and with indescribable cruelty stretched Thy Body on the Cross, pulled Thee from all sides, thus dislocating Thy Limbs.

I beg of Thee, O Jesus, by the memory of this most Loving suffering of the Cross, to grant me the grace to fear Thee and to Love Thee. Amen.

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Fourth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Heavenly Physician, raised aloft on the Cross to heal our wounds with Thine, remember the bruises which Thou didst suffer and the weakness of all Thy Members which were distended to such a degree that never was there pain like unto Thine. From the crown of Thy Head to the Soles of Thy Feet there was not one spot on Thy Body that was not in torment, and yet, forgetting all Thy sufferings, Thou didst not cease to pray to Thy Heavenly Father for Thy enemies, saying:

"Father forgive them for they know not what they do.

Through this great Mercy, and in memory of this suffering, grant that the remembrance of Thy Most Bitter Passion may effect in us a perfect contrition and the remission of all our sins. Amen.

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Fifth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Mirror of eternal splendor, remember the sadness which Thou experienced, when contemplating in the light of Thy Divinity the predestination of those who would be saved by the merits of Thy Sacred Passion, Thou didst see at the same time, the great multitude of reprobates; who would be damned for their sins, and Thou didst complain bitterly of those hopeless lost and unfortunate sinners.

Through this abyss of compassion and pity, and especially through the goodness which Thou displayed to the good thief when Thou saidst to him: "This day, thou shalt be with Me in Paradise." I beg of Thee, O Sweet Jesus, that at the hour of my death, Thou wilt show me mercy. Amen.

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Sixth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Beloved and most desirable King, remember the grief Thou didst suffer, when naked and like a common criminal, Thou was fastened and raised on the Cross, when all Thy relatives and friends abandoned Thee, except Thy Beloved Mother, who remained close to Thee during Thy agony and whom Thou didst entrust to Thy faithful disciple when Thou saidst to Mary: "Woman, behold thy son!" and to St. John: "Son, behold thy Mother!"

I beg of Thee O my Savior, by the sword of sorrow which pierced the soul of Thy holy Mother, to have compassion on me in all my affliction and tribulations, both corporal and spiritual, and to assist me in all my trials, and especially at the hour of my death. Amen.

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Seventh Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Inexhaustible Fountain of compassion, Who by a profound gesture of Love, said from the Cross: "I thirst!" suffered from the thirst for the salvation of the human race. I beg of Thee O my Savior, to inflame in our hearts the desire to tend toward perfection in all our acts; and to extinguish in us the concupiscence of the flesh and the ardor of worldly desires. Amen.

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Eighth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Sweetness of hearts, delight of the spirit, by the bitterness of the vinegar and gall which Thou didst taste on the Cross for Love of us, grant us the grace to receive worthily Thy Precious Body and Blood during our life and at the hour of our death, that they may serve as a remedy and consolation for our souls. Amen.

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Ninth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Royal virtue, joy of the mind, recall the pain Thou didst endure when, plunged in an ocean of bitterness at the approach of death, insulted, outraged by the Jews, Thou didst cry out in a loud voice that Thou was abandoned by Thy Father, saying: "My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken me?"

Through this anguish, I beg of Thee, O my Savior, not to abandon me in the terrors and pains of my death. Amen.

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Tenth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Who art the beginning and end of all things, life and virtue, remember that for our sakes Thou was plunged in an abyss of suffering from the soles of Thy Feet to the crown of Thy Head. In consideration of the enormity of Thy Wounds, teach me to keep, through pure love, Thy Commandments, whose way is wide and easy for those who love Thee. Amen.

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Eleventh Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Deep abyss of mercy, I beg of Thee, in memory of Thy Wounds which penetrated to the very marrow of Thy Bones and to the depth of Thy being, to draw me, a miserable sinner, overwhelmed by my offenses, away from sin and to hide me from Thy Face justly irritated against me, hide me in Thy Wounds, until Thy anger and just indignation shall have passed away. Amen.

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Twelfth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Mirror of Truth, symbol of unity, link of Charity, remember the multitude of wounds with which Thou was covered from head to foot, torn and reddened by the spilling of Thy adorable Blood. O Great and Universal Pain which Thou didst suffer in Thy virginal Flesh for Love of us! Sweetest Jesus! What is there that Thou couldst have done for us which Thou hast not done May the fruit of Thy sufferings be renewed in my soul by the faithful remembrance of Thy Passion, and may Thy Love increase in my heart each day, until I see Thee in eternity, Thou Who art the treasury of every real good and every joy, which I beg Thee to grant me, O Sweetest Jesus, in Heaven. Amen.

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Thirteenth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Strong Lion, Immortal and Invincible King, remember the pain which Thou didst endure when all Thy strength, both moral and physical, was entirely exhausted, Thou didst bow Thy Head, saying: "It is consummated!"

Through this anguish and grief, I beg of Thee Lord Jesus, to have mercy on me at the hour of my death when my mind will be greatly troubled and my soul will be in anguish. Amen.

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Fourteenth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Only Son of the Father, Splendor and Figure of His Substance, remember the simple and humble recommendation Thou didst make of Thy Soul to Thy saying: "Father, into Thy Hands I commend Eternal Father, I commend My Spirit!" And with Thy Body all torn, and Thy Heart Broken, and the bowels of the Mercy open to redeem us, Thou didst Expire. By this Precious Death, I beg of Thee O King of Saints, comfort me and help me to resist the devil, the flesh and the world, so that being dead to the world I may live for Thee alone. I beg of Thee at the hour of my death to receive me, a pilgrim and an exile returning to Thee. Amen.

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Fifteenth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary.

O Jesus! True and fruitful Vine! Remember the abundant outpouring of Blood which Thou didst so generously shed from Thy Sacred Body as juice from grapes in a wine press.

From Thy Side, pierced with a lance by a soldier, blood and water issued forth until there was not left in Thy Body a single drop, and finally like a bundle of myrrh lifted to the top of the Cross Thy delicate Flesh was destroyed, the very Substance of Thy Body withered, and the Marrow of Thy Bones dried up.

Through this bitter Passion and through the outpouring of Thy Precious Blood, I beg of Thee, O Sweet Jesus, to receive my soul when I am in my death agony. Amen.

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Conclusion

O Sweet Jesus! Pierce my heart so that my tears of penitence and love will be my bread day and night; may I be converted entirely to Thee, may my heart be Thy perpetual habitation, may my conversation be pleasing to Thee, and may the end of my life be so praiseworthy that I may merit Heaven and there with Thy Saints, praise Thee forever. Amen.

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Our Lord made the following promises to anyone who recites the 15 St. Bridget Prayers for a whole year:

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PROMISES:

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1. I will deliver 15 souls of his lineage from Purgatory.

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2. 15 souls of his lineage will be confirmed and preserved in grace.

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3. 15 sinners of his lineage will be converted.

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4. Whoever recites these Prayers will attain the first degree of perfection.

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5. 15 days before his death I will give him My Precious Body in order that he may escape eternal starvation; I will give him My Precious Blood to drink lest he thirst eternally.

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6.15 days before his death he will feel a deep contrition for all his sins and will have a perfect knowledge of them.

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7.I will place before him the sign of MY Victorious Cross for his help and defense against the attack!

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8. Before his death I shall come with My Dearest Beloved Mother.

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9. I shall graciously receive his soul, and will lead it into eternal joys.

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10. And having led it there I shall give him a special draught from the fountain of My Deity, something I will not for those who have not recited My Prayers.

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11. Let it be known that whoever may have been living in a state of mortal sin for 30 years, but who will recite devoutly, or have the intention to recite these Prayers, the Lord will forgive him all his sins.

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12. I shall protect him from strong temptations.

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13. I shall preserve and guard his 5 senses.

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14. I shall preserve him from a sudden death.

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15. His soul will be delivered from eternal death.

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16. He will obtain all he asks for from God and the Blessed Virgin.

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17. If he has lived all his life doing his own will and he is to die the next day, his life will be prolonged.

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18. Every time one recites these Prayers he gains 100 days indulgence.

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19. He is assured of being joined to the supreme Choir of Angels.

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20. Whoever teaches these Prayers to another, will have continuous joy and merit which will endure eternally.

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21. There where these Prayers are being said or will be said in the future God is present with His grace.

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My thoughts about Season 2!

I watched it live and there are plenty of spoilers so read at your own risk!

Plot summary first:

Episode 1

Marinette meets Master Fu and Wayzz. Then they discuss about the book. Marinette lies about how she obtained the book at first, and she thinks Adrien is Hawkmoth.

But Nathalie shows photos of Adrien taking the book and Gabriel is beyond mad. He breaks sculptures and throws the photos around. He scolds Adrien to the point that he isn't allowed to go to school anymore.

When Marinette arrives at school she finds a crying Chloe because of Adrien's situation. Once she understands the book belongs to Gabriel Agreste, she knows that he is Hawkmoth. She talked to Chat Noir about this and pointed out the butterfly symbol at Gabriel's brand. That scene was similar to Tangled where Rapunzel saw the kingdom symbols and remembered her true identity. Chat Noir was sad though :(

By the way, Gabriel being Hawkmoth is %100 LEGIT. I FREAKING TOLD YOU HE HAD TO BE HAWKMOTH. I TOLD YOU HE HAD SOME SORT OF SECRET PASSAGE AROUND MAMA AGRESTE'S PORTRAIT. HE PRESSED SOME PLACES ON THERE AND ARRIVED AT HIS HIDEOUT. THEN HE DEACTIVATED HIS MIRACULOUS TO AKUMATIZE HIMSELF. HE WEARS THE BROOCH RIGHT UNDER HIS STRIPED THINGY. HIS TRANSFORMATION AND DE-TRANSFORMATION WAS SHOWN TOO!

The Collector is probably the strongest akumatized villain I've ever seen. His book absorbed whatever object or person it touched including Nathalie, the gorilla driver, Eiffel Tower, Louvre Museum, Mona Lisa, Chat Noir's baton and Ladybug's yoyo. But she had used Lucky charm already so she and Chat Noir defeated him with plenty of CD's. Then Chat Noir was like are you ok sir and Gabriel thanked both of them.

Later on Marinette explained the truth to Master Fu and they found a solution. He took photos of the pages he needs to use, then he let Marinette take the book back to Agreste Mansion. Marinette gave the book back to Gabriel so that Adrien could come back to the school. Aww :'(

Then our sunshine child (Adrien) got pleenty of hugs! He hugged his dad, then Nino, Chloe and the rest of their class rejoyced when he came back to school. The episode ended with a photo showing Gabriel / Hawkmoth and Nooroo.

I am a huge fan of Hawkmoth so I waited for months to learn his identity. I'm very happy that all of my theories about him being Hawkmoth turned out to be correct. On the other hand I feel sorry for Adrien... I'm sure he wouldn't want to hurt his dad. I'm starting to think he will side with Gabriel to protect him at some point (mainly due to Civil War tweets of Thomas Astruc).

Adrien is beloved by all of his classmates. I'm happy to see they care about him. This hit close to home, I had the opposite situation before. I used to get leg surgeries until I began high school. Which meant I would be treated during semesters, and I had to stay away from school for so long. When I came back I had a lot of problems about adapting, and sadly nobody cared about me. I thought how lucky Adrien is. I'm also wondering if they will introduce any character with special needs / disability but sadly Thomas Astruc left my tweet unanswered :(

Anyway, I loved the first episode! It was worth the long wait :)

Episode 2

Marinette's dad is in their class and he shows the class how to make sweets. Then Chloe makes comments about how lame it is. Marinette goes out and shortly after that for some reason there is an alarm ringing. Then Chloe accuses Marinette about something. Adrien immediately tells Marinette didn't do anything, then Alya says the same. My Spanish isn't good so I'm only telling what I understood from the visuals. The actual lyrics might be slightly different.

Then Marinette gives hats and accessories to the girls we saw in trailer. Seems like there will be something like a fashion show???

Then Chloe sends invitations for a party. It's her party but for what? Birthday? Or something else?

The butler is a nice man, he cares deeply about Chloe. He cheers her up with chocolate and then her favorite teddy bear. She remembers her mom at this scene with small drawings. I hope we see her soon!

At the party the butler asks Chloe to be nicer via teddybear. She does try to be nicer. Then the class sees the teddybear and Chloe scolds the butler, leading him to be akumatized.

An interesting point though: Hawkmoth sent the akuma without deciding on a victim. It flew around until the butler was depressed. I thought it would possess Chloe since she is usually cruel, but it didn't.

Then the butler became tiny teddy akuma. He held people and controlled their minds and souls. Chat Noir was under control once again. He regained himself when he was seperated from the bear.

Another very interesting thing is that CHLOE SAVED LADYBUG FROM CATACLYSM. I guess she can be nice if she wants to. I'm really curious about how she will become Queen Bee.

But my favorite parts were the Adrinette scenes. It was so cute and romantic, aww 😍

I wish I could add photos but I couldn't get any visuals from the livestream. Both episodes were really good, me and my brother loved watching them.

Stay miraculous! :)

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