#after i painted this i realized that the ladybug

[jogetsobsessed]

Picture Perfect - Edward Cullen

Standing in the kitchen you glanced through the open sliding glass door, a soft smile gracing your face as little giggles filled the air. 

You were so happy, watching as your little girl bounced around the perfectly trimmed garden, your boyfriend watching her every move, laughing as she squealed when a ladybug landed on her forearm. 

You hadn't realized it, but you had stopped preparing lunch for yourself and your daughter, floating over to the open door, leaning against the frame. Gazing out at your seemingly picture-perfect, all-American family. 

Edward could feel your gaze, looking up and meeting your eyes. Even though you had only been together for a few years you had become experts at all things with each other. Even you would always argue that he had an unfair advantage in knowing everything about you. But you did your best, learning everything about him, being able to read his expressionless face and know his feelings, even though he never wanted to share. 

After sharing a smile you turned and went back to finishing up lunch, eventually calling Edward and your daughter in. She reluctantly left the garden, only coming in after Edward did some major convincing. They sat together at the table, your daughter offering Edward some of her dinosaur-shaped cucumbers, which he as always politely declined. 

Luckily she was still at an age where she didn't pick up on certain aspects of her everyday life, like the fact she had never actually shared a meal with her father. And you were grateful for that, not looking forward to the day that you have to have the dreaded conversation with her. Not only were you going to have to explain that the monsters in fairytales were real, but that her father wasn't hers biologically. 

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“Remind me when we go to the grocery store we need more bubble baths, we don't want the princess to freak out next time we promise her a bubble bath”. He laughed from his coveted spot on your shared bed. “We wouldn't want that to happen '', he chimed in, pulling the covers back as you climbed into bed. 

“You know she loves you right”. Your question caught him off guard, the words coming out of your mouth before he could enter your thoughts. 

“Where's this coming from”, Edwards' words were full of concern. 

“I just, I don't know. I guess it's because while we were eating lunch I was thinking about the conversation I'm going to have with her in a few years. About you know, everything. About you and your family and Jeff. 

“Y/N honey, you aren't going to have to go through that alone. I will be there every step of the way with you. Whether you like it or not, I am in your life Y/N”. 

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Day had turned to night but you hadn't moved. 

You sat on the damp grass, staring straight ahead. Your body ached from head to toe and your eyes were straining to stay open. The pounding headache causes your ears to ring. 

It had been the worst week of your life. 

You had been woken by someone pounding so hard on your door you thought they were gonna break it down. It was the middle of the night so after grabbing a steak knife from the block in the kitchen you made your way towards the front door. Sleepily you called out, praying that it was just your boyfriend and that he had left his key somewhere. 

“Ma’am we are with the Clallam County Sheriff's Department, we need to speak with you”. It didn't take more convincing as you threw the door open, tears clouding your eyes before they could get a word in. 

The second you heard the infamous, “we regret to inform you” line you collapsed on the ground, your body letting out sobs that could be heard from the next county over. The painted noise drew out the sound of the sheriff's deputies informing you that your boyfriend had been involved in a car accident, and he hadn't made it. 

They had somehow managed to get you up from your spot anchored on the floor and moved you to the couch. One of them sat next to you, offering a comforting hand on your shoulder while the other asked if there was anyone they could call. 

Unfortunately, they were pros at their job, and death notifications came as a part of that package. So they were experts at understanding people through howling sobs. So as you croaked out your best friend's name, the deputy stepped outside, grabbing your phone which lay on the coffee table. 

Rosalie Hale broke just about every traffic law as she made it to your house in record time. She flew up the steps, almost forgetting to act as her human self. Rushing over to where you were still bawling she scooped you in her arms, attempting to comfort you. 

Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme had followed behind the blonde after she sprinted out of their shared residence with no explanation. Then cops approached Carlisle after he stepped out of his vehicle, recognizing him due to their overlapping career paths. 

“I didn't get to tell him”, you croaked out as your sobs turned to hiccups, still clutching onto Rosalie's ice-cold form. 

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You thought about that day often.

The day that started off being one of the best days of your life. 

That was the day you found out you were pregnant. You had immediately called Rosalie and she had sat with you while you waited for the test to finish. And when you saw that the second line had appeared you cried happy tears as she brought you in for a sweet embrace. 

Later on, you realized how hard that must have been for her. But everyone would admit, you having your daughter and Rosalie getting to act as her godmother was good for her. In the years since your daughter's birth Rosalie had softened, she had a new purpose in life and she took her role as the favorite aunt very seriously. 

From that day the Cullen family as a whole brought you in. 

You had been friends with Rosalie since they first moved back to Forks, the two of you instantly forming a lifelong friendship. The bond that the two of you shared led to the family sharing their secret with you. While it took a while to get used to the idea that you were friends with a vampire you were able to get ahold of all your emotions because you weren't going to let anything get in the way of your cherished friendship. 

They supported you through your pregnancy, not letting you feel alone a single step of the way. 

You appreciate all the help and support you did. 

But deep down you knew that no love or support would ever begin to heal the aching in your heart. The aching that your child was going to grow up without a father. That your child was going to have to endure the unfair hardships that came with having a single mother. 

That was until a certain someone began making himself present.

It had started as seemingly convenient situations. 

The both of you coincidentally being the only ones in the living room late at night when you couldn't sleep, or running into each other on morning walks around the sleepy town you called home. 

Slowly you opened up to him. Voicing the fears and concerns that plagued your brain. Allowing him to comfort you through your darkest time. 

Honestly, you don't even remember when the friendship had crossed so many boundaries that it became a relationship. But at some point, Edward became stuck to your side like glue. He was there for every ache and pain, every craving. Caring for you unlike he had ever cared for anyone. 

When your daughter eventually came, something in Edward changed. 

He had been there for her birth, holding your hand as you squeezed it as your life depended on it. Sometime after your baby girl finally made her appearance he had slipped out of the room, becoming so overcome with emotions that he needed to be alone. 

He was in love with you, he had been in love with you since the day Rosalie had invited you over. But you were dating Jeff when he first met you. And now you were his. 

After some time the brain fog started to clear and you registered that he was no longer in the room. Asking Esme to go find him you relaxed once you heard his voice coming up the stairs. 

Everyone had cleared out, wanting to give the two of you a moment alone. 

Slowly he lowered himself next to where you lay, and if you weren't so tired you would have made fun of how stiff he was sitting. “There is someone I want you to meet”. 

You had never seen him so scared as you lifted your bundled sleeping daughter from your chest and held her in front of him. 

Carefully he took hold of her, terrified of hurting her. You almost burst into tears at the sight of the man you were falling in love with holding your newborn. He ran a finger over her soft cheek, in absolute awe of the tiny human. Reached down and admired her tiny hands, imagining what it would be like to be holding one of those tiny hands, walking her into her first day of kindergarten, or walking her down the aisle, her hand clutching his for support. 

He was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed your daughter's hand slowly open and grip his finger that had lingered against her tiny, once-closed fist. “I think she likes you”, you laughed out, Edward letting out a necessary breath that he had been holding in. “I have a feeling she’s gonna have you wrapped around her little finger”. 

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Boy were you right. 

From her first day on Earth Edward did everything in his power to make your daughter happy. 

He was one of her favorite people on the planet, and she was one of his. 

Edward had unspokenly assumed the role of “dad”, never having to ask if that was something he was okay with. Most people didn't even question it, you had been so early into your pregnancy when your boyfriend died that most assumed that your daughter was actually Edwards and that you had just moved on quickly. But what they didn't know wasn't going to hurt them. It was no one's business to understand the dynamics of your unique family. 

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Waking up to your alarm was easy considering you hadn't fallen asleep. 

Today was a big day in the Cullen household. 

Sitting up you saw that you were the only one in the bed, which was abnormal. Quickly getting ready while trying to keep the tears at bay you got dressed and made the bed. 

Walking through the hallways of the Cullen house you listened to see if your daughter was awake. Because for some reason she had been waking up at the crack of dawn for the past six months. 

Which is when having an immortal father who never slept came in handy. Edward would hear her stir and slip out of bed, meeting her in the hallway as she tiptoed out of her bedroom. Always posing the question, “Why don't we let mommy sleep a little bit longer”. 

Sure enough, you found the pair of them in the kitchen, Edward leaning across the island as your daughter shoveled precut bites of pancake into her mouth. 

“Good morning beautiful”, his hands found their way home to your waist and his lips to yours. The sweet moment didn't last long as a chorus of “Ewwws” that came from your daughter and her uncle Emmett broke you out of your sweet moment. Edward rolled his eyes at his brother while you crossed the kitchen to say good morning to your daughter. 

“Baby girl you need to hurry up and finish your breakfast, today is a big day and you gotta get ready”. Edward smiled at your words as he watched your daughter turn her attention away from the living room where the TV was playing the morning news and back to her pancakes. 

After she had declared that she was all done you scooped her up to go and get her ready, the Cullen/Hale women joining you as they watched their precious girl get ready for such a big day. 

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“Ok, I think we’re here”, Edward said to no one in particular as he pulled the car to a stop outside of the old worn-down buildings. His family pulled up in spots next to where you had been parked, none of them wanted to miss out on this monumental day. 

You and Edward stepped out of the car, Edward grabbing your daughter out of the back seat, and helping her smooth out the pretty yellow dress that she had insisted on wearing. 

Your boyfriend met you on the sidewalk, a proud smile on his face, he had been looking forward to this day for forever. “Ok baby, can you stand right here, we all wanna get some pictures of you pretty girl”, you cooed as you ushered her to stand in front of the same sign you stood in front of years and years ago. 

Reluctantly she smiled, eventually getting into the pictures, laughing as her uncles made funny faces behind her aunts. 

But after everyone put away their cameras and phones you saw her face drop. It was suddenly getting very real. A day that you and Edward had been preparing her for almost a year was here. She turned and looked at the front doors of the building before shoving the too-big backpack off her shoulders, shooting herself into her father's legs, wrapping her arms around. 

“I'm scared”, she cried out. You moved to crouch down to her level, but Edward stopped you, his face reading that he had it handled. So you took a step back, joining Alice and Rosalie as Edward crouched down to his daughter's level. 

“You have no reason to be scared honey-bee. We talked about this, it's just like pre-school except you're gonna be here a bit longer. But that means more time to make friends and you get to eat a really yummy lunch that Grandma Esme made”. 

“But Daddy, you and Mommy aren't going to be here. I’m scared”. She clung to your boyfriend, gripping onto his jacket like she was trying to make sure he couldn't get away from her hold. 

“My darling girl, I want you to listen. Take it from someone like me. I've been to a lot of schools``, he emphasized the word lot, which made the rest of you giggle, knowing that his version of a lot of schooling was much different than a normal kindergartener's parents' definition of a lot of schooling. “You are going to do perfectly fine. You are going to have so much fun. After school when Mommy and I pick you up you are going to tell us all about your day and then while you're telling us we can go and get ice cream, and eat it for dinner. 

“Can I get extra pink sprinkles Daddy? '' she sniffled, lifting her head to look her father in the eyes. Your kid didn't play when it came to her sprinkles. 

“Daddy will buy you all the pink sprinkles in the world if you ask him to”. 

Slowly she stood up accepting the comforting hug that you were offering and allowing Edward to slip her backpack on her shoulders. 

“Come on you big kindergartener, we don't want you to be late on your first day”, Edward exclaimed as he took your daughter's hand, you taking the other as the three of you marched into the school. Rosalie snapped a quick picture before they all left, whispering to Alice about how the three of you were the picture-perfect little family. 

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #x reader #fem reader #sam uley #seth clearwater #jogetsobsessed #edward cullen x reader #twilight x reader #twilight fanfiction #twihard #ratties

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

IOTA Reviews: Determination

Fun fact: Last week, I saw this post on a RWBY subreddit discussing the recent love confession between Blake and Yang after ten years of speculation. I made a little joke referencing that Marinette and Adrien still haven't officially gotten together yet after almost seven and a half years of this show being on the air. A few people were surprised that the two still haven't officially gotten together yet, and that the show was still on on the first place. Just wanted to throw that out there to let you know that the uninitiated have no idea of how much this show is willing to drag out the Love Square.

Let's get into the fifth (chronologically the sixth) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fifth season: Determination

We start off with Marinette dropping Kagami off at her fencing class where Adrien waves to her with a smile. The next scene has Adrien looking happily at a watercolor painting Kagami made of Marinette.

Okay, so not only is this show still trying to make “She's just a friend” into a thing, it's also trying to make Adrien caring more for Marinette now than he ever did Kagami a good thing. Surely, this means he'll be a great romantic partner, right? Kagami pretty much tells Adrien to grow a pair and call Marinette already, and because the writers have no other idea what comedy is, she fumbles with the phone and struggles to hide her feelings for him that she obviously still has. The two agree to meet at Musée Grévin, the same wax statue museum from last episode.

To give the writers credit, rather than just having him change lanes for no reason, Adrien himself is confused about his new feelings for Marinette, so he tries to why he feels his perception of Marinette has changed.

Yep, this is the explanation the show is going with. Rather than have Adrien's feelings for Marinette start when the two actually had a close moment together like when they played video games (Gamer), during their impromptu movie date (Gorizilla), when Marinette outright kissed him on the cheek (Heroes' Day), or even when he supposedly realized Marinette had helped him out a lot (Multiplication), the show is deciding the moment where Adrien officially developed feelings for Marinette was the statue scene from “The Puppeteer 2”, where she tried to kiss him without his consent.

If you've been following me for a while, you remember when I made a list of what I considered to be the ten worst episodes in the show, and “The Puppeteer 2” just barely missed the top 5 at #6. It's still not a good episode, and I hate that the writers decided to make that one plot relevant. I don't care if Marinette didn't know that she wasn't kissing a wax statue, or if Adrien was just trying to play a prank on Marinette, how can you take a moment like this:

And say “This was moment where Marinette violated Adrien's personal space was what caused him to develop feelings for her” with a straight face? You had multiple choices for which moment would spark Adrien officially falling for Marinette after all these years, and you chose this one? THIS ONE? SERIOUSLY!?

Also, if this was the moment where Adrien fell for Marinette, why the hell did it take an entire season for him to officially realize it? Why did he even pursue Ladybug or Kagami romantically if he supposedly had feelings for Marinette before the events of “Heart Hunter” and “Glaciator 2”? I can't believe I'm saying this, but go back to when Adrien developed feelings for Marinette in “Multiplication” after realizing all the times she “helped him”, even if that statement isn't accurate.

On the Liberty (that was where Marinette was when Adrien called), Marinette tells Luka about the mistake she made because of Adrien, and how she isn't even sure if she loves him anymore, but Luka believes some one-on-one time with Adrien will give her the chance she needs to process her feelings. Marinette then says that she's worried all her fantasies of being with Adrien have made it hard to realize if she even knows him, but Luka pretty much tells her to take a chance. Either way, Marinette asks Luka to come along with her to the museum. Because why have an episode where Marinette doubts her feelings for Adrien when you can just have everyone else she knows hold her hand and keep telling her to never give up like in every other episode with this plot, rather than seeing how Marinette and Adrien interact on their own?

Marinette and Luka go to the museum to meet up with Adrien, only to see she's with Kagami. Of course, this leads to a hilarious (citation needed) misunderstanding.

So yeah, now Marinette believes Adrien got back together with Kagami, and Adrien believes Marinette got back together with Luka. I'm pretty sure Toshiki Inoue is taking notes on how to write pointless misunderstandings from this show. The four go in and meet Veronique, the manager of the museum and obvious Akuma victim of the episode. Once they get to the statue of Adrien, the real Adrien decides to remind Marinette and the audience of what happened with a happy look on his face. Okay, I don't want to put any of the writers in bad faith, but what kind of relationships do they have if they think that somehow counts as a romantic moment?

While Marinette stutters around Adrien like any day that ends in a “Y”, Luka and Kagami decide to have the two sit down and talk about their feelings and come to some sort of understanding... at least, that's what I wish they would do. Instead they decide to, say it with me now, try to find ways to force the two to admit their feelings for each other. In this case, Luka pretends to be Marinette's boyfriend to make Adrien jealous, when he and Kagami should know he's terrible at standing up for himself.

We then cut to Mayor Bourgeois demanding that Veronique take down the statues of the heroes because somehow, that would cause people to remember Ladybug losing all the Miraculous and the other temp heroes never appearing again. The impact of the events of the last season is a decent idea to talk about, but it falls flat because A) The temp heroes never had as big of a presence in the media as Ladybug and Cat Noir did, and B) It's later revealed that he's only doing it because Chloe told him to, so his words lose a lot of their weight. Sure, the writers try to throw in some message about hope, but it's not as fleshed out as something like Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds or Kamen Rider Wizard. Veronique tries to stand up to the Mayor, but then he threatens to close the museum down for “hygiene problems”.

Bold words coming from a show that's more dependent on the status quo than Nick Nolte is on alcohol.

After some more pointless meandering around with Marinette and Adrien, Luka and Kagami decide to be even more forceful and lock them in the room with the hero statues together.

Wow, even Luka and Kagami want out of this episode. I can totally relate.

Meanwhile, Monarch senses Veronique's negative emotions and uses Voyage to send an Akuma towards her stack of pamphlets. While Veronique resists at first, she eventually gives in and becomes Manipula under the belief that once Ladybug and Cat Noir give up their Miraculous, Monarch will give up.

Manipula's design is honestly pretty dull. The outfit isn't that special, and while I get the wax motif, it just looks like she's covered in mustard. Even her powers are just the same ones as The Puppeteer had in the exact same episode this one is mentioning, to bring wax statues to life. The only difference is now she has the Ox Miraculous' power of Determination, making her immune to magical powers, but once again, it's never explained why Monarch can't just give her that power without the Ox Miraculous.

We almost get an interesting moment with Marinette and Adrien, but it's ruined by Manipula, who uses her pamphlets to bring the statues of the wax heroes to life. It's totally not an excuse for the animators to reuse all the temp hero models they were forced to shelve after Season 4 ended. Not at all. Marinette and Adrien split up and transform into Ladybug and Cat Noir respectively. The two heroes try to reason with Manipula, but Monarch easily coerces her into attacking them. After Ladybug easily disposes of the Rena Rouge and Vesperia statues, it's revealed all the statues Manipula assembles were illusions to trick Ladybug and Cat Noir with, with each pamphlet giving them life containing a fraction of the Akuma.

Meanwhile, Manipula sends some of her statues to find Ladybug and Cat Noir while she threatens to destroy city hall if Mayor Bourgeois doesn't give in. Of course, even though the idea of Ladybug and Cat Noir going up against clones of their former allies with superpowers sounds awesome, a majority of them are taken down in a matter of seconds. Ladybug and Cat Noir then take on their statue doppelgangers, and easily take them down. Well, Cat Noir does, but Ladybug...

Oh, for God's sake. Really? We're really repeating Cat Noir's screwup from “Ladybug”? It doesn't even make sense, as Ladybug clearly sees the real Cat Noir telling her that's a fake, where as you could at least argue Cat Noir was confused as to who the real one was and made the wrong choice in “Ladybug”. Why is she even hesitating when she's already taken out several statues that resemble her friends? I'll tell you why.

Yeah, I didn't mention this, but earlier, there were moments where Ladybug was softer than usual around Cat Noir, and this is pretty much why. Even though she never showed any feelings for him (at most, they were implied to be second to Adrien and Luka), now she's randomly falling for him, and we don't even get any flashback showing her struggling with these feelings. She just... loves Cat Noir now because he saved her from an evil doppelganger. I’m not mad that Ladybug did something this stupid, or that Cat Noir even saved her in the first place, it’s the reason for why this happened that gets to me.

I'm not saying it's unreasonable for Ladybug to gradually develop feelings for Cat Noir, as unlike Adrien and Marinette, the two spend a lot of time together, but the problem here is that nothing has really changed in their dynamic other than the loss of the temp heroes. What exactly makes this rescue any different from all of the other times Cat Noir saved Ladybug in the past? As much as I hated the final scene of “Strikeback”, it would have made sense show a flashback of that scene where Cat Noir comforts Ladybug, as there, you would have at least had some kind of an explanation for why she suddenly has feelings for him now, or why this rescue changed her perception of him.

Ladybug summons her Lucky Charm, a bowling ball, and breaks into the Mayor's office with it, where we learn that Chloe gave her the dad the idea, and Chloe chews out Ladybug for losing the Miraculous, but because this show refuses to let any of its antagonists actually make a decent point against the heroes, it's undermined by the same old “Queen Bee is better joke”. It's ironic how the whole point of this running gag is that Chloe refuses to learn from her mistakes and move on, yet the writers themselves refuse to let it die after all these years.

Ladybug draws a blank in her mind when thinking of how to use her Lucky Charm, so Cat Noir tries to use his Cataclysm to destroy Manipula's pamphlets, but Manipula uses Resistance to stop the Cataclysm entirely. Manipula seemingly gets the upper hand, but after some words of inspiration from Cat Noir, Ladybug figures out how to use the bowling ball, rolling it over to cause a chain of events that cause a chandelier to crash on her. So even though she's immune to superpowers, blunt force is how she's beaten. Makes sense.

Ladybug de-evilizes the Akuma, uses Miraculous Ladybug to heal the damage, hands out another useless Magical Charm, vows to stop Monarch and get the Miraculous back, and Mayor Bourgeois agrees to not close down the museum, because like a majority of politicians, he's only driven by whatever opinion is the most popular at the moment.

Ladybug and Cat Noir meet up where Ladybug confesses her new feelings to her partner, but of course...

And so the episode ends with Marinette tearfully realizing she's in love with Cat Noir, who in turn, loves Marinette.

Now a lot of you are probably wondering what my feelings on this are. You're probably expecting a lot of anger at something so contrived and only thrown in to pad out the runtime because God forbid a show about romance actually write its main pairing as a couple instead of a pointless game of telephone. What do I think about this?

Yeah, this is already an overused cliche in TV shows with romantic subplots, and frankly, I'm just impressed it took the writers until Season 5 to whip it out. It's dumb, but it's more or less a problem that TV shows have in general, so I can't get too mad at this show for doing it. If anything, I'm mad at the show to resorting to this just to pad out an already padded out subplot.

Anyway, this episode was pretty bad. The scenes with Marinette and Adrien were tedious and far from funny, the Akuma was lame, the message about hope was underdeveloped, and Chloe had no reason to be the one to call out Ladybug for losing the Miraculous when the show never gets the chance to actually let her be right, much less let her words impact Ladybug for more than a few seconds. Even the romance was poorly written. The reasons both Marinette and Adrien had to develop feelings for each other made no sense at all, and didn't even follow up on what “Strikeback” and “Multiplication” were setting up.

And again, I'm pretty sure the Love Square swap was only done because after almost seven and a half years, the writers are still afraid to bite the bullet and have Marinette and Adrien start a relationship because all TV writers know how to write is characters pining for each other instead of actual relationship dynamics. It's pretty funny how the Akuma of this episode was called Manipula, because it seems like the writers love trying to emotionally manipulate the audience into staying invested even after four seasons.

THE BIGGEST IDIOT OF THE EPISODE IS... LUKA

This was the first episode where I really struggled to pick someone for the award, as there were a lot of candidates this time around. It was either him or Kagami for going along with the plan instead of just telling Adrien Marinette likes her back, but I chose Luka because he has more context, yet still makes the same decisions Marinette's friends have made in the past. He tries to put Marinette in a high-stress situation when he should know she doesn't do well with stress and tries to put Adrien in a situation to encourage him to stand up to him when he should know he doesn't do well with standing up for what he wants. The context that he knows who Marinette and Adrien are makes it even worse, as he doesn't try to find a way to help Marinette relax around Adrien like he sees Ladybug casually bantering around with Cat Noir. It's the equivalent to throwing someone in the deep end of a pool and hoping they learn to swim, only to be surprised when the start to drown. And of course, this only confirms my suspicions that the only reason he got to learn who Marinette and Adrien are was just so he could become yet another Adrienette shipper, just one with a different reason to do, because tHeY'rE mAdE fOr EaCh OtHeR.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #hawk moth #monarch #monarch miraculous #veronique miraculous #manipula #luka couffaine #kagami tsurugi #andre bourgeois #chloe bourgeois

[maxphilippa]

If this "hcs, first impression and character development" thingy is still on

Can you do either Trophy or Suitcase 🛐

Trophy:

First Impression: Before I saw the series, I actually thought that Trophy was a girl. Mostly due to one of his popular headcanons. I saw him as an somewhat passive aggresive jock before doing so, judging solely from his scenes, but he really only got to that after arriving to the Hotel.

Character Development: We all know that he could have been a pretty graté character if he only had more time, so I would have liked to see him become an passive aggresive jock who's soft to those who we cares about and tries to help but is much more of a dick instead, and probably make him grow as a person thanks to Cheesy and Trophy. You know the whole "every character in II are stereotypes in a way" thing? Imagine Trophy becoming a better person for the comedic relief and the weakling. Him getting attached and being vulnerable. I would have liked to see him become one of the final contestants too. In terms of development, he could have definitely been like Knife. In my interpretation he's just an jock who's tired and kind of a dick but genuinely tries to become a better person at the end.

Headcanons: He's a jerd. A jock who's a nerd. He's awfully smart in things he likes/finds interesting. He knows everything about photography AND flowers. Knows how to cook pretty well too. He likes butterflies a lot, but finds ladybugs to be more charming, and bees are his favorite insect. He's generally pretty chill nowdays, just doing his thing but still has some of that ol' anger issues but he genuinely wants to get better for... Tissues and Cheesy. And Soap, maybe. When it comes to sexuality/gender headcanons, I actually don't know what's going on with him! But I think that he would be Parosexual to me! Polyamorous too! And meanwhile I hc him as cis and GNC, I find the hcs of him being trans (both transfem + transmasc or anything) pretty cool too!

Suitcase:

First Impression: "Oh baby, how much trauma can you hold before you realize that you didn't have to?". She looked so... sad. I had a vibe with her I don't know. She just got me in the way that Mic did but differently.

Character Development: Now, don't get me wrong. I absolutely love Suitcase's arc and her whole story with the Grand Alliance, and how realistic was the way she was portrayed since she's someone who cares deeply about her friends and just wants them to be okay with eachother and suffers from paranoia... but. I would have liked to see her go completely apeshit at Nickel AND Balloon because they kept on fighting and kept on dumping their stuff on her (even though Balloon had his reasons of course, she was already stressed enough). This is much more on BB's side but. Them actually standing up for eachother too. Suitcase building character thanks to Knife, maybe. Her putting Nickel in his place and make him realize that he was in fact, messing up. Them reworking their friendship. Suitcase being more confident on herself as well. Let her scream a bit. And hug her best friends. And talk things out with Nickel. As a treat.

Headcanons: She keeps stickers inside of her. She can chirp or hum like a bird. She likes to be held. She paints as a way to cope and process her own feelings. Ironically enough, I think that her favorite fish would be a golden fish. Thought of writing Nickel a letter but didn't since he should be the one apologizing/bringing it up. Has tried reconnecting with Knife. Likes to write poetry, isn't necessarily great at it. In sexuality/gender headcanons... Pansexual moments. Polyamorous too. Me thinks. I do like the hc of her being trans too, both transfem Suitcase and transmasc Suitcase!

#inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity invitational #ii #ii 2 #ii 3 #inanimate insanity trophy #inanimate insanity suitcase #ii trophy #ii suitcase #suitcase ii #trophy ii #ii nickel #ii balloon #ii baseball #ii soap #ii cheesy #ii tissues #ii knife #headcanon

[i-like-anything-water]

Ok I already sent this to another blog worded differently too so sorry if you see it later haha but I just really thought you'd like the idea?? Artist Chloé, sketching and painting her secret crushes and stashing them away where no one can reach (and take it away from her), musician Chloé who plays the violin or piano ("exceptional" and elegant) or flamenco guitar that she learned from a Spanish teacher (or in Spain!!!) whether it's a hidden skill thing or when she gets away from Audrey and everyone else and she wants do DO something, BE something!! Chloé taking pictures of friend groups, parents with kids, women with their girlfriends and she stares at everything she couldn't have, couldn't ALLOW HERSELF TO HAVE!! Pictures that are filled with sadness in a way other people can't articulate despite being so so beautiful and framing happiness but there's just something heartbreaking about them that no one can quite get. Chloé Bourgeois, alone in some penthouse apartment just drawing and playing her feelings away, thinking about what could've been?? The bittersweet feeling of seeing the Dupain-Cheng label on a jacket she shoplifted on an impulse just to feel something, not even realizing the label until she was out of the store, then questioning if she DID notice what it was on a subconscious level?? Chloé Bourgeois, a tragic young woman working her ass off through university, giving up on anything but work, hiding that artist inside her away because she's scared if people know she loves and enjoys something, something "useless" especially, they'll take it away from her

this is the third time I'm answering this fic and hopefully this doesn't exit before I could finish -

anon, sweet anon, that is already halfway an amazing fic.

Chloé Bourgeois, who was showered since she could breathe with various forms of 'perfection'. Of what is considered beautiful, meaningful and worthwhile and for a while, she believed it. Mommy believed it, Daddy believed it, so should she.

It's only when she grows older, when she starts playing and painting after discovering more of herself during her teenager years. After discovering what she wants and not what her mother wants. After discovering genuine admiration as opposed to the well practiced script of compliments from her father's colleagues.

Beauty, she has come to realize, was freeing. It was not perfect, rarely it was, and it sometimes caused your fingers to bleed and your voice to tremble.

But beauty was yours. And she have seen and loved beauty in various forms, tucked away in paintings hung on her walls and unfinished tunes in her notebook.

Beauty was freeing. Beauty was hers.

During her late twenties to early thirties she was making do everyday, far from the once rich and proud heiress of a narcissistic businesswoman and enabler father. She was free, struggling yes, but free. Beauty that has transformed as an extended limb - a companion - was with her.

It's when she gets a job accidentally, in the hands of Marinette Dupain-Cheng did she feel the need to retreat and hide.

She never told anyone her beauty, she knew people would make fun if she were genuine. After all, she'd done it as child. Yet, mommy never turned even a glance at her approvingly.

She knew Marinette Dupain-Cheng was beautiful. She wasn't perfect, despite knowing she was Ladybug few years ago. She was beautiful, bold, clumsy, determined, passionate, sarcastic and smart. She was a woman who has seen many things yet chose to remain seeing everything in wonder and in light.

Beauty within beauty itself.

It's no wonder Chloé Bourgeois kept falling for her, again and again.

#chloe bourgeois #chloenette #marinette dupain cheng #FINALLY I MANAGED TO ANSWER THIS WITHOUT IT EXITING #I HAD TW PREVIOUS ANSWERS LOST TO TIME JUST CAUSE THE APP EXITED JEHDUEHSHWHSJWJDHRBF #Anyways this is beautiful and if y'all wanna write a fic about it goooooo #ooc chloe but really canon chloe is still waiting for her redemption

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

pick between 5 of my babies? 🥺 GLADLY

(these aren't necessarily my favorites btw. just the ones that i wanna boost!)

lies of attrition

my priority atm, and also a super fun collab with me and @ladyofthenoodle! if you want some post-s5 angst, action, pining, and ladynoir enemies, this is the place to be!

summary: The trust between Ladybug and Chat Noir is stretched to breaking point when a new butterfly holder emerges in the wake of Monarque's defeat. Chat Noir doesn't know who to trust until Chrysalis confronts him with a truth Ladybug had tried to bury: Monarque made the Wish—and she wants Chat Noir’s help to undo it. excerpt: “Chat,” Ladybug said, her voice coated with worry. “Did something happen?” He could tell her, now. He had come here to tell her, to show her his face after three years of partnership, to let her see why so much was suddenly wrong. If only he knew what she would say when he pulled off his mask. If only he knew whether she would stay or go. “I could tell you,” he ventured, turning to look directly at her. “But… it’s easier if I show you.” He saw the moment she realized; the way her blue eyes widened, her pink lips parting in a tiny “o.” They stared at each other, unmoving, the sounds of the parade fading into the night. A single firework burst overhead, shattering the standstill. Red blazed over her face, the fall of sparks raining down behind her. Then her features pinched, and in that moment, every hidden place within him was painted red too. “Oh, Chat Noir,” Ladybug whispered, her expression growing more pained by the second. “I… I don’t know.”

Like Smoke from a Furnace

one of my personal favorites! this was an experiment for me in present tense and internal conflict, and i really like how it turned out!

summary: Marinette and Adrien give up their Miraculous. Ladybug and Chat Noir never meet again. excerpt: Giving up the Ladybug Miraculous was supposed to unshackle them both. If she had done so earlier, it could have been different. If Adrien had spoken up later, it would have been different. But Ladybug knew nothing about Chat Noir except the heart he had always laid bare, and that was of her own doing. If Marinette passes him in the street, they will both keep going, none the wiser, the culmination of all their self-imposed secrets. She has nothing to go on. No name, no circumstance, no poorly-disguised hint, as she suspects he has tried to leave before. Chat Noir had become better at following her rules than she, and Marinette had so recently been simultaneously proud of him for it—and resented him too. It doesn’t sink in until several quiet nights later, when she and Adrien are tucked together on his couch, the soft blues and grays of his chosen film flashing across his screen. She is never going to see Chat Noir again.

rest your head (upon my shoulder)

i love this one so much. sometimes i go back and read it to myself because it gives me the exact toe-curling pining i always crave. i like to think of it as one of those "so close but so far away" stories - one of my favorite brands of angst.

summary: Ladybug can save Chat Noir from anything, except what he doesn't tell her. excerpt: “I don’t think there will be any Akuma attacks for a while.” She frowned, but he leaned back, staring up at the starless sky through the leaves of the tree hanging overhead.  Something was wrong. She could feel it lingering over him, heavy like suspended rain. “Chaton?” “I had this dream the other night,” he said, gazing over the roof of the Musée. “We grew wings without needing anything—no macarons, no magic words, no Miraculous. And then we just…took off. I don’t really remember where we went, but it was beautiful.”  His eyes slid to hers once more, unnaturally bright. Her blood rushed with unbidden heat and she reminded herself why she had stopped sitting in dark, quiet places alone with Chat Noir. 

borealis green

a feligami oneshot! this covers the time between "pretension" and "representation" and is probably one of my only canon-compliant au's. i really like writing kagami's pov so this was super fun!

summary: Getting to know Felix is easier than Kagami anticipated, especially as he keeps following her. excerpt: “Goodnight, Félix,” she whispers, though she does not need to. Nobody is around to hear them. No one is watching them. It is only a taste of the freedom he promised her, and yet it sinks into her with the softness of the street lights and the prickle of the night air.  “Can I see you again?” he asks, just as softly.  She has exactly nine minutes to walk back to the ikebana studio where Tatsu will be waiting to transport her home. She can make it if she walks fast. She can linger a few moments longer if she runs. The vertigo crescendos as she remains in place, watching the gleam of headlights flash in his eyes as cars speed past.  “You should go home,” Kagami tells him, holding his gaze. “It’s not safe for you in Paris.” Félix tilts his head in acknowledgement, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “No,” he agrees. “It isn’t.”

mirror image

another post-s5 fic centered on adrien & felix, but with a twin telepathy twist. it's kind of like my r&r time for fic, easy and cathartic and a fun break for me between other projects!

summary: The voice in Adrien’s head is strangely familiar. It also tells him the truth (when no one else will). excerpt: You are hearing things, the voice said as though in answer. Doesn’t mean I’m not real. Adrien reached for the silver chain around his neck, his fist closing around the two rings resting warm against his sternum. “As real as me?” Yes, idiot, the voice replied with a bite. As real as you. “That’s not what some people would say,” Adrien replied, not caring if the voice was annoyed. It was his head, after all. Well, what would you rather be? The voice plowed on, unbothered by Adrien’s ire. Born of magic, or born of Gabriel Agreste?

ty for the ask kayla 💛 love me some self-promotion. hope y'all enjoy!

#ml fanfic #ml fic recs #self-promo #ladynoir #adrinette #feligami #ml season 5 #ml post-s5 #senti-adrien #senti-felix #senti-kagami #love square

[lordmartiya]

@mlbfemslashfebruary My (late) entry for day 14, dedicated to the weirdly fascinating pairing of Lila and Marinette. Set early in season 4, here's the first half of "Trust and Secrets Are to Be Treasured".

It was bad enough for Marinette that she had a cold, and had to skip school and the date with Luka. But to have Lila, of all people, bring her the homework? Get in her room while she couldn’t keep her away from her secrets?

“You do realize your mom will kill me if I try anything funny, right?” Lila said, almost as if she had read her mind. Or just her expression. “You say anything, and she demonstrates on me how a Monk’s Spade technique can be applied to a baker’s spatula.”

“How do you know about that?” Marinette asked, worried about how much her worst school enemy knew about her family.

“She did it on live television during the debacle with Jagged Stone, and then I looked up what Chinese weapon resembles a spatula the most. But let’s talk about sweeter things… Like these bugie I’ve brought you. They’re my favorite bakery good.”

For a moment, Marinette feared the food the other one was offering her was poisoned. Then her mind translated the food’s name, and she realized Lila Rossi was literally feeding her lies, and admitted she liked them.

“Seriously?” she asked as she involuntarily chuckled. “That was worse than Chat Noir’s puns.”

“Thank you. Though I suspect you’d like my truth better.” was Lila’s reply as she produced an envelope. “Here I have a handwritten list of all the false claims I’ve made and other bullshit I’ve pulled since I came to Paris, including a few things you would never suspect, and an USB drive with evidence, all to be used as needed.”

“What?! What are you trying to pull?”

“I’ve simply realized I fucked up. Deeply. Did you know I collaborated with the big bad butterfly man willingly, twice? All knowing I can easily take the idiot down and “save Paris”… And then that jackass’ stunt in New York nearly destroyed the world, twice. And I found out he got Shanghai destroyed by accident, though Ladybug fixed that. That’s when I realized the mess I’m getting myself into just to get back at the spotted near-nudist” once again Marinette cringed at her costume being practically painted on “and panicked. I was this close turning my hair in a wig and abusing embassy resources to create myself a few fake identities when I realized there was a better way, just give my leash to someone I can trust not to abuse it. That is, you.”

Marinette blinked as she processed the situation. To quote Chloé it was utterly ridiculous… But it made sense. It was even flattering that Lila trusted her so much. Still, she had to ask something.

“Why do you hate Ladybug so much?”

“Because she nearly destroyed me out of jealousy. I mean, remember my famous interview? I expected Alya to hold on it for a few days and then verify it with Ladybug, allowing me to reveal I had pranked the entire school… And then It was published on the same day. How many chances that Alya could be stupid enough to publish it without checking? And I even helped her getting some information I had stumbled upon and she was looking after on that day… Right as I was flirting with Adrien. Clearly she saw it and went to Alya to confirm it and then humiliate me, only for Adrien’s reaction not being what she expected and changing her plans.”

Marinette had almost no answer to that, not after what she had done with Kagami out of jealousy. Except that “Alya becomes an idiot whenever Ladybug is involved. Enough she thought Chloé was her even after she was saved by Ladybug on live television.”

“And how was she supposed to know it wasn’t a Lucky Charm decoy? At the time it was still plausible. But nevermind that. I hope I’m proven wrong… And trust you to keep the secret until it becomes necessary to stop me.”

“Ohhh…Kay. I’ll do it. What about Adrien?”

“There’s billions of people on this planet, I’m not going to obsess on one of them that already has a girlfriend. I think I already told you that once. And speaking of them… I’ve heard Andrè the Ice Cream Man let you choose your own magic ice cream, and it was orange and green like my favorite outfit?”

At that, Marinette blushed. She also swore to get even with whoever told Lila about that.

#miraculous ladybug #lilanette #miraculous #lila rossi #miraculous lb #ladybug #tales of ladybug and chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #mlbfemslashfebruary

[hellishere7980]

IMW Chapter 4

Once upon a time, in the vibrant city of Paris, a girl named Marinette found herself finally free from the tangled web of struggles that had consumed her life for far too long. By the constant presence of Chat Noir, a fellow superhero and her partner in the ongoing battle against evil. Chat Noir had harboured romantic feelings for his can-do-no-wrong Ladybug, and his advances had increased.

But no more. After years of enduring Chat Noir's advances and his misguided attempts at courtship, she had finally lost her patience and had revoke his rights as her partner. She had grown tired of his relentless pursuit and his inability to understand her boundaries.

It all began when Ladybug refused to go out on a date with Chat Noir, believing that their focus should remain on protecting the city from the nefarious Shadowmoth and his army of akumatized villains. Chat Noir, however, took offense at her rejection and decided to stop showing up for battles, leaving Ladybug to face the threats alone.

Little did Chat Noir know, she had always suspected his true identity. She had seen through his mask and recognized him as Adrien Agreste, a wealthy and privileged prat from her school. Their partnership as Ladybug and Chat Noir had been a complicated dance, with Adrien's dual personas intertwining and causing a myriad of emotional turmoil for Ladybug.

It wasn't long before a new threat emerged in the form of Lila, a conniving classmate who began spreading lies about Marinette, painting her as a bully. To her dismay, Adrien did not stand up for her, proving his spine was indeed made of rubber. This betrayal only fueled her frustration and solidified her decision to sever ties with Chat Noir.

As the battles against Shadowmoth continued, she found herself surprisingly capable of defeating him without Chat Noir's presence. Her intuition and strategic thinking allowed her to outsmart the villain, and with each victory, her confidence grew. She realized that she didn't need Chat Noir to validate her skills as a hero; she had the strength and determination to protect her city on her own.

Marinette's triumph over Shadowmoth not only proved her capabilities but also unveiled a newfound sense of freedom and liberation. She was no longer bound by the constraints of Chat Noir's advances and emotional control. She could finally focus on her own growth and happiness.

At the age of 15, Marinette had been battling Hawkmoth, now Shadowmoth, for three long years. As the guardian of 17 magical gods, she was constantly under immense stress. However, everything changed in her life nine months into her guardianship, and it all began with an encounter involving Lila and a near akumatization.

One day, Marinette entered the classroom after lunch, just as the bell rang. Surprisingly, her classmates had taken their seats and weren't surrounding Lila for once. Yet, a terrible feeling welled up inside her as she made her way to her seat at the back of the room. As she arrived, she discovered her sketchbook torn into shreds, scattered across her desk. In that moment, Marinette was consumed by a fierce and uncontrolled anger, thinking, "How could they?"

The entire class erupted in laughter, taunting her mercilessly.

"That'll teach her a lesson!"

"That's what you get for bullying Lila!"

"Oh, look, the little baby's about to cry!"

Amidst the chorus of jeers, Marinette tried to block out their hurtful words, attempting to regain control of her emotions. However, it was too late. She spotted the butterfly landing on her bag, signaling the presence of Shadowmoth.

"Princess Justice..." the villain began, but Marinette was already reaching for her bag.

"Not today, Hawkbitch! You will not transform me into one of your fashion disasters. I am nothing like those whiny, childish brats in this class that you akumatize on a near-weekly basis. I am Marinette fucking Dupain-Cheng, and you are not welcome here! Now, get the hell out of my head. You better pray to whatever god you believe in that you can control me, because if you give me even an ounce of power, I will hunt you down and tear you limb by limb!" Marinette screamed, her lungs burning with the intensity of her outburst.

Just as the akuma was about to fly away, she swiftly grabbed it from the air, squishing it. She turned around to face her shocked classmates, noticing Alya with her phone out, presumably recording the whole incident, including the destruction of her sketchbook. Feeling a wave of anger and betrayal, she hastily gathered her belongings and headed home.

Upon reaching the side door of the bakery, Marinette made her way to her room. Lila had managed to manipulateTom and Sabine, causing them to give her the cold shoulder and treat her as a disappointment. Marinette couldn't help but find humour in their accusations, considering they hadn't been actively involved in her upbringing at all, wonder what Bruce would do if he found out? Yeah she'll think 'bout that later. Their devotion to the bakery had always taken precedence over their relationship with her. Although Marinette had loved them dearly, everything changed when she discovered something disturbing while going through the bakery's accounts records.

As she examined the records, Marinette noticed a regular monthly money transfer of 20,000 euros that started around four months after she began school. What puzzled her was the lack of a reference for the transfer, as her hosts were meticulous in keeping detailed records. The date of the first transfer coincided with the time she started experiencing a familiar feeling, a warning of impending danger she had learned not to ignore after becoming the Guardian. This feeling had led her to become cautious, and she decided not to confront her parents about the mysterious transfers.

Instead, Marinette hatched a plan. Knowing that her parents never deleted their emails, she logged into the bakery's business email account. After scrolling for a while, she finally found the emails she was looking for. As she read through them, the shocking truth hit her like a ton of bricks, causing her to rush to the bathroom, feeling nauseated.

The monthly transfers were bribes they had been accepting bribes from the mayor. They had essentially sold her out to protect Chloe and ensure that Marinette would serve as Chloe's punching bag. If Marinette fought back, they would punish her and ensure she remained passive in the face of bullying. They would not report Chloe to the school or the school board, and in return, the mayor would provide them with a monthly stipend, promote their business, and use their bakery for city functions. Everything suddenly started to make sense to Marinette.

Marinette's perception of them shattered that day. She realised they had only spent time with her when it was convenient for them, always prioritising the bakery over her. They guilt-tripped her into doing things like babysitting and helping others without compensation, forcing her to work long hours in the bakery even when she had homework to complete. They had conditioned her to be the class "example" and punished her if she didn't conform. The realisation dawned on her that they had orchestrated her suffering, allowing Chloe's bullying to continue unchecked.

Feeling betrayed and hurt, Marinette considered the option of emancipation. She forwarded the emails to herself as evidence for later use. She had stripped her room of pictures of her classmates, including Adrien a long time ago, replacing them with images of her true friends, Kagami and Luka. Her crush on Adrien had slowly died when he failed to see the harm in Lila's lies and the danger they posed. He only took action when his own friends were affected, and Marinette realised he no longer needed her as a connection to the rest of the class.

Recalling a conversation she overheard between Adrien and Nino, where Adrien admitted knowing about her crush and using it to manipulate her, Marinette buried

her feelings for him once and for all. She also stopped trying to salvage her friendships with her classmates.

Exhausted and emotionally drained, Marinette collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep, reminding herself that she had scanned her designs weekly and had only lost a maximum of two days' worth of work. Unbeknownst to her, Tikki, after ensuring Marinette was asleep, informed the other Kwamis about the day's events and their guardian's state of mind. They unanimously agreed that it was time to intervene and help their guardian escape the toxic environment she had been trapped in.

As Marinette slept, unaware of the impending changes, her Ladybug instincts signalled a significant shift on the horizon.

Marinette awoke staring up at the skylight, eyes meeting the full moon. Looking over at her clock it read 22:00, ooh she'd missed dinner. Shaking herself out of the sleepiness she decided to go for a run "Tikki, let's go out for a bit and pick up take out on the way back" "Of course marinette " replied the kwami shooting over from her little bed marinette had made for her on the nearest shelf.

Ladybug swung across Paris skyline remembering the day's events, stopping at a little shop that did the best chips, cheese and donner she had tried. It was one of the better new foods she tried since Tom and Sabine put locks on the kitchen cabinets so she couldn't make anything for herself. Sitting on a random building she watched the stars, deciding that it was time for both her civilian and hero life to change.

Meanwhile in Gotham City, New Jersey, U.S.A., North America

Hood- What do you mean you sent her away?!

Batman- I had to after what happened with you and Joker it was not safe for her

Hood- You at least explained to her right?

Batman-...

Hood- You are making it really hard for me to not tear you apart.

Nightwing- That's what I said

Hood- You are serious?! Bruce!!!

Batman- I HAD TO! You think I enjoy seeing my children being killed?!

Nightwing- BUT WHAT YOU DID WAS WRONG!

Batman- I HAVE DONE ENOUGH WRONGS TO LAST ME 3 LIFETIMES! I KNOW!

Hood- You are going to regret this old man, u can't keep her away forever.

Back in Paris, France, Europe

Marinette returned to her bedroom just after 1 am, fueled by a mission. She swiftly opened her wardrobe and threw a suitcase onto her bed. With determination, she began emptying her drawers, carefully selecting her favourite outfits. In just an hour, the suitcase was filled to the brim. Pausing briefly, she reached for her diary box, initiating her transformation. Then, she moved to her desk and opened the last drawer, removing sewing supplies and books. A pen in hand, she tapped the back left corner of the drawer, causing a hidden compartment to reveal itself with a subtle clinking sound. Marinette retrieved potions, herbs, completed power-ups, and a translated version of the grimoire. She had painstakingly translated over half of the book using Master Fu's notes and teachings, unravelling most of the riddles regarding ingredients. Placing everything securely into her YoYo's sub-space storage, she felt ready.

On her computer, she accessed her email and opened the draft titled "Emancipation." Her hand hesitated over the send button as she pondered the revelations she had uncovered in recent months and how she had been treated. Gathering her resolve, she pressed send without hesitation. The confirmation beep echoed, and Marinette accessed the computer settings, selecting "restore to factory settings". As a precaution, she had stored all miraculous and Hawk Moth-related information on a ghost drive, along with a copy of the regular drive, in case her parents or anyone else went snooping. After double-checking that she had everything, she pressed the restore button.

#alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #jason todd #maribat #marinette dupen chang #dick grayson #miraculous lb #miraculous fanworks #hellishere7980 #miraculous incorrect quotes #bio!dad bruce wayne

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

Marinette can't do it anymore. Juggling being herself, the guardian, and Ladybug was just too much. She needed to shed one of those responsibilities, and she knew just which one to pass on.

You always try your best to impress, though things never go your way. When Marinette tells you she can't be Ladybug anymore, you offer to take on the role for her. It's a lot trying to match up to her, but you need to try for Paris.

Chat Noir is upset. He knew he and Ladybug were drifting apart, but it hurt to see that she'd give up her miraculous to someone without warning him first. The new bug seems nice, but he's having a hard time adjusting to the sudden change.

Or

Everyone is stressed :)

Note:

This fic is Canon divergent

-You can't use the miraculous cure: all damage is permanent. The miraculous lore is also kind of adjusted here (will be explained later)

-Marinette had a slight crush on Adrien, but it went away quickly after they became friends

-Chat Noir is less flirty (kind of) and is mostly over his crush on LB.

-Rena Rouge, Carapace, and every other temp hero never happened. Queen Bee was the first one and after she had her miraculous taken away, no one else received one.

That should cover most of it :)

Pretty much throw everything you know about MLB out the window for this

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔒𝔫𝔢: 𝔓𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔞

You nearly get akumatized before Chat Noir saves you.

Chat attempts to talk with Ladybug about their distant relationship.

"You'll protect me if I get bullied, right?" You asked. Your tone was playful, but nervousness bled through your words, and there was no doubt that Alix picked up on it.

She laughed before shaking her can of spray paint, "No one will bully you, not when I'm around at least." She stood high on her toes and sprayed a line of paint onto the huge canvas.

You and Alix had been friends for almost a year now. The two of you bonded over the shared love of street art, and your friendship blossomed from there.

Alix was small, but had a muscular frame that more than made up for it. Her clothes were always ripped and her hair color changed every few days. She embraced her imperfections, it was like insecurities didn't exist to her. You admired her for that, as she was shamelessly herself at all times.

Not so long ago, you made the mistake of mentioning that you wanted to get a career in visual arts, and Alix immediately jumped to suggest attending her school, Françoise Dupont. She said the teachers were shitty and there was a minor bullying problem, but it opened up great opportunities for artists with the amount of collaborations the school did.

 

The opportunity was too good to pass up, so of course you jumped at the chance. You had applied during your last semester at your old school, and you were ecstatic when you had been approved. But as time passed and summer flew by, you realized just how nervous you were. You almost dreaded going because it was all way too good to be true. As the dreaded date came closer, you felt the pressure start to bring you down. All you could think about was how you'd probably make a fool out of yourself.

You two were currently sitting in a small art studio, provided by a sweet sculpture who supported young artists. Alix had suggested going out to paint something special to help calm your nerves. She told you to not paint anything specific and to just let the paint itself guide you. It was freeing in a way, painting without any rules or guidelines—at least, it looked like it when Alix did it. You never actually let yourself just paint. You nitpicked every line and tried to make it look professional. If anything, it was making you more nervous and you envied Alix for how easily painting came to her.

"But what about Chloé?" You frowned, "Doesn't she go there?" You remembered the stories Alix told you about the demon girl, shivering at the idea of meeting someone like her.

Alix snorted loudly, "After the Queen Bee incident, she's no biggie. I was surprised she still showed up to school after that."

Ah the Queen Bee incident. Everyone saw the news that day, when Chloé revealed that there were in fact other miraculous' and that she had gotten her hands on one.

It had been a disaster.

She purposefully put people's lives in danger, then proceeded to get chewed out by her mother in public. Everyone was confused, and highly concerned. For a while, it had always been Ladybug and Chat Noir. No one was against the idea of more superheroes joining, but to see that their first pick had been Chloé Bourgeois made eyebrows raise.

"Do you think she'll be there this year?"

"Probably, now that I think about it," Alix set down her paint can and picked up another one, "the girl has no shame."

You sighed, turning over the paint can in your hand. You didn't have any inspiration, and painting wasn't helping as much as you would have liked.

"Art block?" Alix asked.

You painted a stick figure, "Yeah...I'm just not feeling it." You gave the stick figure a unibrow and mustache. At least you made something. "I think I'm going to go home early. I've got to get my sleep schedule back on track before school starts anyways."

"Since when have you cared about your sleep schedule?"

"I've always cared."

Alix stared at you, looking highly unamused.

You rolled your eyes, "I've always cared, I just lacked self control, and all of that changes tonight." You stuffed your paint into your bag and slung the strap over your shoulder.

"Alright. Need me to walk you home?"

You shook your head, "I'll be fine, don't worry."

"Message me when you get home!" Alix yelled as you walked towards the door.

"Sure thing!"

The walk back to your house wasn't far. The sun was beginning to set. The sky was a beautiful gradient of orange and pink, highlighting Paris' buildings with its glow. You wanted to appreciate it, but your thoughts and worries swarmed you, not allowing you to focus on anything.

Would you regret getting into Françoise Dupont? Would you wish that you had passed on it? The school was fancy and filled to the brim with students who had unmatched talents. They all were established and well put together, you'd be nothing by comparison. Even Alix, with her rouge style, fit in the school perfectly. She was a talented artist, no doubts about it.

You tried to steer your thoughts somewhere else, to look at the positive side of things, but your thoughts were too loud.

You stopped at a bus stop, clutching your bag strap. Your heart felt heavy and your mood dampened as your brain continued to remind you of all of the things you should be worried about.

Gasps broke your train of thought, as the people who once stood next to you waiting for the bus were now backing away. They frantically pointed at you.

"Akuma!"

Your breath hitched as you turned. Fluttering way too close to your bag was a small black butterfly. Your pulse quickened as you backed away from it. What did you do in this type of situation? You couldn't hit it, because it'd just get absorbed into your bag anyways. Didn't the Ladyblog suggest calming down?

You backed away from it carefully, trying to calm down your heart that pounded against your ribcage. You felt frozen in place as the butterfly crept closer.

"Cataclysm!"

And just like that, the butterfly was gone. A fist covered in black spandex clutched the akuma, a green glow emitting from it softly. The claws opened up and let go of its prey, leaving the ashes to fall to the ground.

Everything was silent, as if the world had stopped. You looked up, locking eyes with the stranger in front of you.

Chat Noir.

Here he was, the famous superhero, right in front of you.

He was only maybe a few inches taller than you were, but he appeared to be towering over you. His head blocked the sunlight and casted a shadow over his form. His blond locks swept over his bright green eyes, the very ones that stared into yours.

"Are you alright?" His voice was...higher pitched than you expected. It wasn't squeaky, but it wasn't deep either. It was a nice happy medium. He sounded like he was your age, though a voice in the back of your head told you to dismiss the thought.

"Yeah...I'm fine." Your words slurred together as you kept staring at Chat Noir. Your eyes trailed down to the black ash that rested on the concrete next to your feet.

You were almost akumatized.

If Chat hadn't shown up, you could have been akumatized. All because of a few worries about school. It was pretty small and stupid insecurity in the grand scheme of things, yet Hawk Moth hadn't hesitated to use that against you. You had heard of people getting akumatized over small things before, but it was terrifying now that you had seen just how easy it was for it to happen. You hadn't even seen it coming. The thought made your blood run cold.

Chat Noir put a hand on your shoulder, "Hey, talk to me. How are you feeling?"

"I almost got akumatized. Not feeling too great." You nervously laughed at your situation. Of course this would happen the one time you tried to be responsible.

Chat chuckled, "Yeah, I guess that was a stupid question." He turned around briefly and you heard cameras flash. A crowd was growing around the two of you.

"Ah, we probably shouldn't stay around here. People have a hard time resisting my charm, y'know?" He winked. "May I?" He pulled out his staff from his belt and held out his hand. You took it hesitantly and let out a surprised noise when Chat twirled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Going up!" His staff stretched and launched you two into the air. You shrieked and held onto Chat for dear life.

It was almost cartoonish how Chat worked. After landing on one rooftop, he had already started moving to adjust you onto his back, his hands tucking underneath your legs. "This is fine, yeah?" He turned his head to peer at you.

"Uh...yeah?" You breathed out. All of this was weird. The people below you called out for Chat, phones and cameras pointed at the two of you. "Is that normal?" You asked.

Chat grumbled, "Yeah. M'lady and I should really make an announcement telling people to back off. I appreciate the support, but it's not okay to overwhelm akuma victims like this." He said everything in a gentle voice, but you could tell he was genuinely upset. You frowned knowing that you were now considered an akuma victim.

"But let's not focus on that!" Chat said enthusiastically. He turned away from the crowd, angling you so you could no longer see them. "Do you mind telling me where you were going? I could drop you off if you'd like."

"Wouldn't that draw more attention to us?"

"I have my ways, don't worry."

You smiled slightly and told him your address. Chat's ears perked up as he typed something into his staff with his thumb. You didn't know which one was more shocking: that Chat was able to hold you on his back while typing something with seemingly no struggle whatsoever, or that Chat could type something into his staff. Something similar to Google Maps showed up and he cheered.

"Got it! Hold on tight!" He gripped the back of your legs and took off. Butterflies erupted within your stomach with every drop as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, occasionally using his staff to aid him.

You knew that he knew what he was doing, but you still couldn't help but be nervous. Halfway through it, you forced yourself to open your eyes and take in the scenery. Seeing Paris from this height was truly breathtaking. You felt so calm underneath the night sky, watching the lights that illuminated the city. A soft wind blew through your hair and you heard soft music play from local musicians. It was like a fog had been lifted, and you could see again. Your thoughts left you, finally allowing you to be at peace.

"Beautiful, right?" Chat yelled over the wind. You nodded before realizing that he probably couldn't see you all too well.

"Yeah. I've never seen it like this."

"I like to run across the rooftops like this to clear my mind." He dodged a pigeon and jumped onto another building, "It helps."

You smiled at that. Even if it were only for a second, you appreciated that Chat opened up to you. It was comforting in a weird way, to know that even superheroes could get overwhelmed.

You rested your head on his shoulder, "I wish I could swing around Paris like this."

Chat laughed, "Well you can always flag M'lady and I down and we can take you for a joy ride."

You snorted, knowing full well that he wasn't being serious. You kind of wished he was, it'd be cool to have Ladybug and Chat Noir swing you around anytime you wanted. One could wish.

"So, if you don't mind me asking," Chat spoke up, "what were you upset about earlier?"

You sighed, "It wasn't anything big. I was just...worried."

"About?"

"About school." You felt embarrassed admitting that out loud, how you almost got akumatized over school. Some people lost their relatives or were in tough living situations, yet here you are stressed about school.

"Really?" Chat asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "You're not a fan of it?"

"I don't think anyone is a fan of high school." You teased, "It's just that I'm going to a new one this year. It's a pretty fancy school filled with rich people and I want to make a good impression."

Chat hummed, "Well you seem like a pretty cool gal. Making a good impression shouldn't be too hard for you."

"I wish that were the case, but thanks."

Unfortunately, the moment had to end as Chat landed in front of your apartment. He crouched down and released your legs. You stood up slowly, your legs a little wobbly. Once you had steadied yourself, Chat stood up and faced you.

He pointed at the apartment, "This is yours, yeah?" You nodded.

"Yeah...uh...thank you for uhm, y'know-" you made a few gestures with your hands, "saving me and all."

Chat shrugged, "You don't need to thank me for that. It's just my job. Are you going to be alright after…?" He trailed off, clearly not sure if the subject was sensitive for you or not. The general public idolizes akumatizations pretty often, so it's a nice change of pace seeing someone who takes the subject seriously (though you supposed you should've expected that. He's the one who has to deal with the mess while everyone else just films it).

"Yeah, I'll be fine I think."

"You think?"

"I hope."

Chat shook his head, a smirk tugging in his lips, "I'll have to take your word for it then. I'd stay longer, but I need to finish up my patrol."

"Oh right! Sorry for keeping you." You smiled sheepishly, but Chat waved you off.

"Don't worry about it." He bowed and took your hand in his, pressing his lips softly against the back of it, "Do me a favor and stay safe."

"I'll try."

Chat dropped your hand and saluted before taking out his staff. "And try not to stress too much about your new school. Rich people suck anyways, their opinions don't matter."

You laughed, "Oh? Does Chat Noir eat the rich?"

"Proudly. I don't think their absence would be much of a change." You groaned loudly as Chat snickered. "Catch ya later!" He lept off into the distance, leaving you alone.

You had to admit, you kind of wished you got to talk to Chat longer. Something about him made you feel safe. You could tell he genuinely cared for the people of Paris with how kind he was towards you. He was the type of guy you'd naturally gravitate to. It's a shame that'd be the last time you'd get to meet him in person.

Taking out your keys, you went inside, ready to let sleep take over.

Maybe you'd get to meet him again one day.

 

 

Chat dropped onto the Eiffel Tower with a soft thud. Ladybug stood in front of him, her gaze distant. She looked like she was lost in her own little world.

"I've finished my half. Nothing to report." Chat clipped his staff to his belt, "There was one attempted akumatization, but I caught it before it got to anyone. Overall, it was a pretty peaceful night."

Ladybug didn't respond, her nose scrunched up.

Chat frowned, but decided to finish his report, "I do think we should make a PSA of some sort. The second someone is saved from an akuma, everyone swarms them. I know not everyone will listen to us, but I think it'd be nice to let everyone know that we don't support that behavior."

Ladybug was still silent, her eyes trained on the floor.

"M'lady?"

"Hmm?" Her head snapped up as she finally looked at him. "Oh right, sorry. That sounds great. We can try to talk to Nadia to get it broadcasted."

"Ladybug, is everything alright? You've been...distant lately…"

Ladybug's face fell and she shrunk into herself, crossing her arms. Chat knew it had to be bad if she wasn't even fumbling to give him some sort of excuse. She always gave him an answer, no matter how obviously untrue it was.

He knew things haven't been too easy on her as of late. Not only had they lost their one and only mentor, but now Ladybug was forced to take care of more miraculous' and kwamis. Now that she was guardian, a lot of things changed: the main one being their dynamic. Ladybug always insisted that they were still equals, but Chat knew better. She was in charge now, and she was responsible for the cat miraculous. It never needed to be said, they both knew an identity reveal on Chat's side was required. The guardian needed to know his identity, afterall.

He revealed himself only a week ago. He had been nervous the whole time, face flushed as Ladybug saw him without the mask. She hadn't said much, and she was extremely awkward after that. It took a few days for her to adjust.

It made things a lot easier, but the change was still uncomfortable at times. Especially since Chat still didn't know Ladybug's identity.

He didn't want to assume that had been the reason behind her being distant, but he couldn't help but wonder…

"Are you still weirded out by my identity?"

Ladybug immediately put her hands up in defense. "No, no, no, no, no! That has nothing to do with it, Adrien, I promise. I'm just…"

"...just?"

"Tired." She nodded, "I didn't get much sleep last night. In fact, I should go and sleep! Yeah, sleep! Sleep helps when you're tired! Yep yep, sleep." She stood up straight and unhooked her yo-yo from her hip, "I'll see you around, yeah? Yeah! Goodnight, kitty!" Her smile was way too wide to be believable and she jumped off, swinging away with her yo-yo.

Chat frowned. It seemed that Ladybug got worse everyday, and for some strange reason, she wasn't talking to him about it. He believed her full heartedly when she said the problem hadn't been him, but the "I'm tired" excuse was clearly a lie. It felt like she was slipping through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it.

He was just going to have to wait until she felt comfortable enough to tell him. He couldn't force her to say anything, and he didn't want to. He wanted her to come to him when she was ready.

He just hoped that moment was soon,

 

he was getting worried.

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Chapter Index

#chat noir x reader #chat noir #adrien agreste x reader #adrien agreste #miraculous x reader #miraculous fanfic

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Jubilation: a touch of surrealism

Perhaps the problem is that I love to dig in and hyperanalyze every single thing in my life… But I found this episode absolutely amazing! That's why I wrote this. Be warned: my analysis contains a rather bleak (obviously) interpretation of the moment Ladybug and Chat Noir got stuck in their dream world. I realize this is only a kids show, but I can't help but think about this episode!

What is admirable about the fantaistic

is that there is no longer anything fantastic:

there is only the real.

André Breton

Here, I want to focus on the "deepest desirest" that Marinette and Adrien shared. The staging of this moment is actually done quite well. And all elements are non-random. Initially, we see a really basic desire of our superheroes to defeat their enemy and begin to live a quiet life with all the Parisians. However, very quickly the world of their dreams begins to transform, and we witness an absolutely surreal thing. That's exactly what we saw in the episode, real surrealism or even magical realism.

Just look at this!

Also the characters find themselves imprisoned in a world of illusions, where the concept of time is distorted in an interesting way. We are seeing big changes (marriage, birth of four children) that take many years. But Ladybug and Chat Noir don't change. They don't grow up, they don't take off their costumes… There are several reasons for this. The first one is the most obvious, Marinette and Adrien just don't know what they'll look like when they become adults. And the second reason is precisely the role of time in this moment. We have an object from the real world - this is an alarm clock that is trying to destroy the illusion. In the real world, time passes as always. The Dark Owl's trying to take away the Miraculous, but the alarm clock continues to ring… However there's simply no time in the world of illusions. There're only a lot of events that are stuck inside this time loop. I think that's how Daizzy's power works.

But let's go back to the concept of time and the symbolism of the clock in this moment. Surrealists love this subject very much! I think everyone immediately remembered the Dali painting 'The Persistence of Memory'

or even David Lynch's movies. After all, time in his films is a viscous substance in which characters and events get stuck, minutes disappear, hour hands stumble. This time is time of sleep and this is recurring time of nightmare, flickering time of indecision, everlasting time of death. (I didn't think that I would remember Lynch while watching Miraculous Ladybug).

If we turn to plays, we can remember the Theater of the Absurd, where time plays the same role. For example, in the work of Samuel Beckett 'Waiting for Godot', where the continuing characters are always waiting for a certain Godot (a very complex image, this's more likely not a person, but some kind of unattainable dream). The two main characters also remain constant, as do Ladybug and Chat Noir. The image of the alarm clock is also present in the plays of the Theater of the Absurd. For example, a dramatist Jean Genet uses the alarm clock in his work 'The Maids' to destroy the illusion he creates for viewers. The alarm clocks (technically one alarm clock that just keeps change its place and form) are scattered throughout Ladybug and Chat Noir's dream world, like the clocks in Dali's painting, and it's the alarm clock that helps Marinette realize she and her partner are stuck in a place without time.

I also want to add this scene, despite its tragedy, is really funny. Marinette and Adrien are just teenagers. That's why they so naively imagine a wedding, and their babies are just dolls. All these unrealistic details make their world too fake. And for the viewer is not only funny, but also a little scary, because Ladybug and Chat Noir don't see the absurdity of what is happening.

A small addition

Of course, like everyone else, I couldn’t stop laughing at the wedding, and especially at the babies-actually-creepy-dolls (I swear I couldn’t stand it and paused the video, forgetting this was a broadcasting!)

These 'dreams' were funny, the creators wanted to make them so. And they succeeded. Yes, the end of this was harsh. But from the moment when Chat Noir tries to use the cataclysm on the victim of the Monarch, it becomes even more tragic. We, the audience, were in a completely different emotional state (after these precious babies). And then we're sent to the emotional roller coaster. First, The Dark Owl hits Ladybug, and then we watch how Chat Noir's trauma shows itself… Due to the contrast of the two events (an absurd dream and Adrien's attempt to greatly harm an innocent person), we feel very strong all this spectrum of teen's emotions. In my opinion, this is the best episode of the show so far.

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #ml meta #ml jubilation #ml s5 spoilers #ml season 5 spoilers #ml season 5 #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #surrealism #ml spoilers

[wishallthatiwant]

random st headcanons that i have <3

nancy and mike fought over who would be the one to name holly (nancy won, but only because karen refused to let mike name her daughter chewbacca)

erica frequently tells lucas that their parents bought him at costco

nancy can play the piano

robin loves scented candles but hates lighting them bc the scents and heat both give her a headache

jonathan and el like to go for drives up the pch (will doesn't go bc being in a car for an extended period of time makes him nauseous)

robin and steve have a plan for a road trip to new york the summer after she graduates

when robin sleeps over at steve's bc of nightmares and neither of them can sleep, they like to bake together

max loves painting her nails but hates that they chip so quickly

el's hair's too short and thick to braid all the way, but max loves braiding tiny braids into it during their sleepovers in season 3

dustin always says hi to nancy first when he goes over to the wheeler household

robin's a linguistics nerd but she hates reading

(modern day) argyle and el loves starbucks' pumpkin spice lattes

will didn't actually realize how big california was before he moved there and thought that lenora was fifteen minutes away from san francisco, not six hours

all of el's flannels are hand me downs from joyce and hopper

lucas hates the taste of regular tea but goes batshit for thai iced tea

dustin is scared of ladybugs

dustin's always the first recipient of robin and steve's nightmare induced late night baking, then max, erica, lucas, nancy, and mike, in that order

(presuming that there's any goods left to give away after robin and steve's nightmare induced late night snacking)

all of eddie's rings are randomly found on the ground and nancy thinks it's a wonder how he hasn't gotten tetanus by now

joyce actually has really terrible eyesight, it's a wonder her contacts have managed to survive four seasons of absolute disaster and crises

jonathan and nancy found the cutest diner two towns over that serves the best pancakes they've ever had and when nancy's missing jonathan particularly hard, she likes to go there

robin and nancy have dates in the school library during friday lunches

hopper buys el a diy bracelet set so she won't get bored and el makes her and hopper anklets that hopper refuses to take off. el makes him another one after his is forcibly removed in russia

robin and steve have matching friendship bracelets only because steve couldn't be convinced to get matching friendship stick n pokes

("robin i love u to death but if u think i'm letting u poke my skin with an unsterilized needle and give me a GODDAMN infection-"

"i swear i've done it before and never have gotten an infection!"

"YOU GAVE YOURSELF A STICK N POKE????"

the mom in steve really jumps out then.)

if it isn't obvious, robin likes to give herself stick n pokes (a tiny smiley face on her finger, boobs drawn the side of her ankle, and a whale on the back of her shoulder, which should be physically impossible for her to do but she can contort herself into so many different positions it's kind of creepy)

the summer after senior year is when robin manages to convince nancy and jonathan and eddie to let her give them tattoos. steve remains steadfast in his decision but still pouts because he feels left out

max somehow also convinces robin to give her a tattoo and steve is nothing short of ballistic when he finds out

#listen. headcanons have always been my thing #those little bitches on tiktok COPIED ME #but yknow i did miss doing these a little bit #also idk if u can tell but i RLLY want a tatto #tattoo* #goddamn state laws won't let me 💔 #stranger things #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #erica sinclair #lucas sinclair #robin buckley #jonathan byers #el hopper #will byers #steve harrington #max mayfield #dustin henderson #argyle stranger things #joyce byers #jim hopper #eddie munson #i definitely projected a little bit for some of these #but that's ok #should i get back into headcanoning things again #if this does well i might

[howhow326]

Funk Up The Night

Miraculous Ladybug salt fic (Felix salt, Lila salt, Gabriel salt, Nino salt, original character protagonist, Alya sugar, tw: racism, torture, sexism, ableism, teens assaulting other teens, suicide mention, p*dophilia). (This fic is a sequal to another fic I made before that got hidden because it's a reblog and my third fanfic)

Narrator PoV

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In the dark of night at a secret government base, Felix Fathom is using the powers of the stolen peacock miraculous to infiltrate the facility. The boy snaps all of the guards into his Red Moon, a fate that he has no intention of freeing them from. However, Felix can't shake the idea that someone is watching him...

After a few minutes, Felix finds his goal: a safe full of hoards of wealth and confidential information kept secret by his late father. As Felix opens the safe he feels a strong gust of wind move past him, but he pays it no mind. After all, isn't Felix invincible?

Felix takes a few steps into the safe before he senses someone watching him again. This time, Felix catches his stalker standing behind him. From far away, Felix thought the mysterious person was some type of dirty peasant: he was wearing a baggy black shirt, a tattered navy cravat that layed untucked, and a black newsboy cap that covered his coily black hair. But closer inspection made Felix doubt that assumption: the boy in front of him also had black, knee-length boots that covered his black pants and elbow blue gloves. Felix tried to focus on his face, but it looked like he painted himself with grey make-up. The mystery boy also had a trail of floor length blue feathers popping out of the sections of his arms that weren't covered by his gloves. Before Felix could insult his fashion choices, the stalker finnaly spoke:

"Fancy bumping into you here." the boy said while placing his hands on his hips. "Out to find some answers about your father, are we?"

His golden eyes reminded Felix of someone he met in France, but he couldn't place it.

"You have quite the familiar face and I assume you are using the same powers, but you will have to forgive me; do we know each other?" Felix demanded.

"Same powers? Don't make me laugh! Your espionage skills back there looked a bit rusty."

Felix snickered at the peasant's insult. "The only rust on me is from the lack of any real challenge. Perhaps you are up to the task?"

"You already disappointed me." The boy said as he held up Felix's ring between his fingers. Horror dawned on Felix's face as he realized that his ring was stolen. Then he pounced on the assailant.

"Stop." With one word, Felix fell to the ground one foot within the thief. "Quite the peculiar object, this ring. According to my sources, all I need to do is snap my fingers and you would vanish without a-" "What do you want?" Felix asked.

"I love it when people get straight to the point." The mystery boy joked. "What is Hawkmoth's secret identity?" "Gabriel Agreste." "Hmm, and here I was thinking it wouldn't be so obvious."

The mystery boy began pacing around in a circle thinking to himself. "Why haven't you told anyone else?" "I was going to deal with him myself." "Of course. So that's why you've been hiding in Britain for the past month?" "I couldn't let Ladybug take my miraculous!" "The miraculous you got making a deal with Hawkmoth in the first place?"

The mystery boy finished his thinking and turned to face Felix. "Well, let's make a deal since you love making those. I'll give you your ring back in exchange for the peacock miraculous." "NO!" "You are in no position to refuse me." The boy thief used Felix's ring to make him feel intense pain, causing the blond to whimper in agony. "Make no mistake, I won't hesitate to end your existence after you helped the terrorist that tried to cause WW 3. My deal is the only scenario where you walk away alive." "Fine!" Felix spat.

"Fantastic!" The mystery boy took off Felix miraculous and used it to transform himself. He then tossed Felix his ring, giving him back his freedom. "And before I forget... Red Moon, I release you from existence!" "NOOO!" Felix screamed. But before he could stop him, the boy snapped his fingers, killing Felix's 'sister'. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!" "You used your powers to create a living weapon. You shouldn't had created her." Felix once again tried to jump the murderer, but he knocked the blonde out with a back hand slap.

Having gotten what he came for, the mysterious boy left Felix in the facility where he would no doubt be arrested by the guards... or worse.

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Timothy PoV

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Timothy Cesaire was having an amazing day. It wasn't often that he didn't have to fake being in a good mood, so he made sure to enjoy it as long as it lasted.

Last week, The Raptor annihilated Techno-Pirate during combat. The villain had an uncomfortable amount of civilian hostages during the long battle, so Timothy weighed his outcomes and decided his solution was for the best. The boy thought that making the 'ultimate choice' for the first time would be bad for his mental health, but it ended up doing the opposite; Timothy felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he realized New York was finnaly free of a blight like Mike Rochip.

Of course, not everyone agreed with his actions. While the hostages defended the Raptor and thanked him for saving their lives, the United Heroez used the incident as evidence that the Raptor had to be taken down. A part of Timothy agreed with them, after his fist time he wondered how many problems he could solve using his new 'solution'. But their criticisms didn't matter to him, Timothy was the one who saved innocent people's lives not the Heroez and their dumb sidekicks. Perish the idea that the aggressors life is equal to their victim, Timothy thought.

But all of that is in the past right now. The Raptor is on hiatus, and Timothy Cesaire is in France to visit his favorite cousin Alya. Of course, Timothy is really here to get rid of Hawkmoth before he makes the earth explode on accident, but that dosen't mean he can't have fun!

As Timothy opened the door to his temporary classroom, he was overwhelmed by a massive sense of déjà vu.

Alya, Marinette, and Adrien were all sitting in the back corner of the class. A boy, Kim I think, threw a paper ball at Marinette's head. The raven haired girl's expression suggested that was normal. When Timothy looked to his left, he expected to see the same orange haired witch that he got fired last time. He expected that he was in a nightmare or some horrible time loop.

Instead, Ms. Mendeleiev, the teacher that Timothy planted into this class, yelled "No throwing things in the classroom, dog boy!!!" What the heck just happened??? "My last names not that kind of Chien!" The jock yelled at the teacher. "And now you're talking back to your teacher? Go to the principles office, now!" "Excuse me-"

The familiar voice filled Timothy's heart full of dread. There's no way that b*tch came back here, Timothy thought to himself. Low and behold, that b*tch was sitting right there. The last time Timothy was in France, he broke Lila's reputation, relationships, and her ankle as revenge for bullying Alya. She was supposed to be in jail for working with Hawkmoth. And yet, there she was. Her hair style was different, and her eye color changed, but it was the same girl. Sitting in the front row. A boy in a trashy outfit, Nino?, was currently throwing himself all over Lila, but Timothy could care less.

"-Kim was only trying to give Marinette his notes for class." Lila lied. Timothy expected the teacher to call her out, but- "You can't keep covering for trouble makers, Iris, but I'll let it off the hook just this once." Ms Mendeleiev stated. WHAT THE WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE??? No matter how Timothy tried to rationalize the situation, nothing in front of him made any coherent sense.

After the disastrous class, Marinette filled Timothy in on the situation. At first, everything seemed to go back to normal after Lila was exposed and Ms. Bustier let go. Then Iris Verde showed up. The new girl charmed every member of the class, including the teacher, into thinking she was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Then, just like Lila before her, Iris accussed Alya/Marinette/Adrien of bullying her. The akuma class just got done giving apologies to the three of them for helping Lila, but they all fell back into their old roles after Iris restarted the whole song and dance. Iris even manipulated Nino to break up with Alya and to become her boyfriend days after Alya and Nino got back togather.

"And that's not even the worst part," Marinette exclaimed over lunch, "I caught Iris kissing Kim, Ivan, and Nathaniel outside of school! She's a liar AND a cheater!" The raven haired girl was discussing ways to expose the new Lila, which caused Adrien to sigh. "Marinette, we showed them a recording of Iris threatening us last week and it didn't work. Nothing's working!" The blonde exclaimed.

Timothy shifted at the sound of Adrien's voice. While he hates to admit his opinion was biased, Timothy didn't like Adrien when he first met him. He didn't like that Adrien associated himself with Lila, even though he was forced to by the Italian's manipulations. Timothy always sought to defend the weak, a category that definitely included Adrien, but he was always close to being strong. The friend of an rich idiot, the former boyfriend of Liar Rossi, the cousin of the boy who helped Hawkmoth, and apparently the son of Hawkmoth... but Adrien was different from them. After realizing that taking the high road dosen't work, Adrien began to proactively defend Marinette and Alya. Sure, it had consequences. Adrien became a social outcast along with the two girls, but if being popular meant hurting two of his closest friends, then he would make the same choice every time. If only every rich kid could be that altruistic.

"Your being quiet, Alya." Timothy changed the conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry I-" before Alya could finish her thought, a voice so loud it sounded like screaming shouted into everyone's ears. "HEY ADRIAN DUDE!!! LET'S HANG OUT AND DITCH THESE LOSERS!!!" Nino shouted. "Agh, Nino I already told you that I can't be your friend if you keep being mean to Marinette and Alya. Also, please keep it down." Adrien politely asked Nino. The loud boy looked hurt by Adrien's words, but then his expression changed to one of rage. "Tch, well I don't want to be your friend as long as you keep hanging out with that ho." Nino direct his insult at Alya. Timothy summoned every ounce of his willpower to restrain himself, who the hell does he think he is???

"Nino, we already told you that Alya never cheated on you!" Marinette said in her friends defense. "LIARS!!!" Nino shouted. After a huff, he left the group to go hang out with Iris and her zealots.

When Timothy and Alya made it to her parent's house, Timothy pulled Alya aside for a talk. "Alya, what the heck! Why didn't you tell me that all of these people were bullying you again!!! I could have-", "Could have what? Break people's ankles!" Sh*t. "Uhh, Alya what are you talking about haha?" "Don't play dumb with me, I already know your secret-" Timothy was dreading when this day would come, when someone close to him would discover his secret identity. While The Raptor has the power to move faster than the eye can see, he dosen't have the power to erase memories... Unless, I give Alya a concussion? But doing that could hurt her really badly, Timothy thought. He felt a cold sweat trickle down his back... I have to do what I must.

"-you are in contact with The Raptor!" Alya wrongly concluded. Timothy breathed a sigh of relief and told Alya what she wanted to hear, "You got me... I'm sorry Alya, but I just couldn't stand to see you hurting like that. That's when The Raptor made an offer to help me in exchange for information from the science lab I have an internship at." Timothy wanted to eat his heart out for lying and manipulating Alya. It's for the greater good, Timothy thought to himself... but he knew that his actions barely made him different from horrible people like Lila.

The rest of their conversation became a blur before they both went to off to bed. Timothy still felt guilty that he could even dare think about hurting his favorite cousin in the whole world. Even back in Martinique, Alya was still the nicest, bravest, greatest person he knew. Meanwhile, I'm... Timothy stopped that train of thought. Right now, he isn't important. What's important is helping Alya and her friends.

The day after tomorrow, Timothy managed to convince Alya and her friend's parents to get the principal to switch their homeroom classes. Alya hated the idea, but her parents and Nora refused to let her go back to the class she was being bullied in.

After Alya was safe, Timothy began to work his magic on the class. Kim, Ivan, and Nathaniel all got exposed as cheaters to their significant others, which tanked Iris' reputation. Then, Timothy convinced Rose and Juleka, the two least evil girls in class, of how evil Iris was. Those two especially felt bad that they isolated Mari and Alya twice, and decided they would switch schools to make it up for betraying their friends trust. When those two went, Mylene and Max followed them. Timothy then convinced Chloe and Sabrina that Iris was a threat, which prompted them to begin bullying Iris and Nino. In one week, Iris power had faded just like Lila had. Now there was only a few things left to do...

Nino received a text from a secret admirer that wanted to meet up. Knowing that his girl was always having flings, he decided to try it out for himself. The location on the text led him to an allyway where a boy stood. "Huh? You're a dude, not a girl!!!" "I can't believe you're this stupid." "Wait, you're that filthy cheaters cousin! What do you want!!!" "This."

Before Nino could react, Timothy sprinted up to him and kicked him in the gut. As Nino layed on the ground in pain, Timothy stomped on every part of his body until he became black and blue. "Believe it or not, this is nothing personal." Timothy lied. "I just needed you out of the way so I could get to Lila." Nino tried to speak, but it came out as grunts because Timothy had stomped on his throat. "Oh, and by the way... this is for Alya!" Timothy said as he kicked Nino hard on his forehead on last time. The loud boy fell unconscious, but not dead.

And now, the real fun begins...

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Angela Diavola was surely having the worst week of her life! First, the black kid from America came back to bother her right after she worked so hard to get back into Ms Bustier's classroom. Did he even know how much work she put in to fix the problems he caused??? "Lila Rossi" was in jail, so Angela had to discard that identity along with that girl's mother. Luckily, Angela tricked one of the crazies into thinking she was "Lila Rossi" and escaped from her prison. Now she was "Iris Verde". But when her "Iris" came back home, her dumb cr*p mom started asking too many questions. Angela had no choice but to get rid of her like all the moms that get too curious. So far a missing persons report hasn't been filed yet, but eventually "Iris Verde" will have to take the fall for the murder after disappearing. Ugh, I'm too stressed to plan! Nino was supposed to go out with me an hour ago but he missed our appointment! Right when Angela was getting ready to leave her ultra secret hideout, the lights went out. "I told you that if you tried to bully anyone in your class again I would come back!!!" an invisible voice spoke, but Angela knew it well. The Italian woman ran to the drawer where she kept her emergency handgun. This time, that dumb islander won't walk away from me! As soon as Angela pulled the gun out the drawer, the lights flicked on and The Raptor appeared behind her. Eat lead, Angela screamed at the him. She fired all of her shots at him, but he dodged each one. Angela then threw her handgun at him, but he caught it. "Where did you even get a gun from?" Before Angela could run away, The Raptor threw her handgun at her head, knocking her onto the floor. Im not going to let him ruin me again, Angela frantically thought. She reached into her back pocket to grab her emergency knife, already coming up with a devious plan. "Ohh, what ever will I do with you..." "Wait! I confess, I'm not 15. Im a 33 year old from foster care with a hormon disorder and I just pretended to be younger to feel safe!!! I promise I won't do it again!" Ha, bird brain dosen't even know that when he drops his guard, I'll stab him in the throat! Angela thought. The Raptor didn't drop his guard. "... It all makes sense now. This whole time, you were an adult manipulating teenagers... YOU WERE DATING TEENAGERS!!!" Angela only then realized that the superhero didn't figure out her secret until she told the truth just now. "Oh, uh, I was just lying!"

The Raptor lunged at the woman. She took out her knife to stab him, but he grabbed it from her and tossed it aside. He then knocked her out. The Raptor considered ending her miserable existence, freeing the world from her blight... but he decided there was a better way.

He tied her up and called the police. When Angela Diavola came to, she was in a max security cell for serial killers like herself. During the investigation, it was discovered that Angela had "disappeared" at least seven different woman who adopted her from the foster care system. Additionally, she left a long string of bullying and, in the worst cases, students taking their own lives from the schools she attended.

Ladybug wanted to feel happy that she was finnaly gone, but knowing the evil depths "Lila" sunk to shook her to her core. "M'Lady, there's a note here." Chat Noir's words brought Ladybug back to reality. As she read the note, she felt a chill go down her spine. Lila's exposure wasn't a happy coincidence.

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"I stole the Peacock miraculous from Felix. Come to the Agreste Mansion if you want it back." Was all that was written on the note. Normally, she would think it's a trap, but her instincts were telling her to follow it's order. Whatever is happening now, is The Raptor's doing.

Ladybug, followed by Chat Noir, made it to the Agreste Mansion. The front door being open made Chat Noir uneasy. Inside, there was a trail of black paint that lead into Gabriel's work room. "Ok, this is clearly a tra-" before Ladybug could finish her thought, Chat Noir made a bee line for the room. Normally, Ladybug would yell at him for being so boneheaded, but something was telling her that Chat was being dead serious right now. "What?" was the only word needed to make Ladybug's skin crawl. Inside the work room was a secret elevator in front of a painting. What Ladybug and Chat Noir discovered at the bottom of that elevator would change their lives forever.

"I see you lot are unfashionably late." The Raptor announced to the duo while facing Hawkmoth. Hawkmoth?! Hawkmoth's here?! Why is Hawkmoth down here?! This has to be some kind of trap or- "Mom?" Chat Noir called out while looking at a casket behind Hawkmoth. "... Adrien?!" Ladybug hid her gasping mouth with her hands. It's happening again. "no." "Adrien, I am your father! Give me Ladybug and your miraculous so I can wish your mother back to life!" "NO!" Hawkmoth then threw out an akuma at Chat Noir. Ladybug wanted to intercept it, but her body refused to move. He's going to turn into Chat Blanc! The world is doomed again and it's all my fault...

At the last second, a hand reached out and crushed the akuma. "Ladybug, now!" The Raptor cried. Without thinking, Ladybug threw out her yo-yo at Hawkmoth's chest, cracking his miraculous. "Nooo-" Hawkmoth collapsed onto the floor coughing. The superheroin ran to the villain and took off his miraculous, which reverted him back to Gabriel Agreste. "Father, how could you do this!" Chat Noir screamed at him. "You ungrateful brat, I could have saved your mother! Saved our family!" Chat Noir slowly walked towards his father, his eyes full of hatred. "Mother's death didn't break our family... you did! You were the one who shut me out! The one that choose not to eat dinner with me anymore! You're the ungrateful one! You don't deserve this house! You don't deserve mother, or me, or Nathile, or anything... cataclysm." "Chat Noir no! Doing that will just make you as bad as he is." Before Ladybug could stop her partner, The Raptor held her back. "It's his choice."

Adrien held his father for the last time.

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Oneshots

Last Breath (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

in which you almost die and spend what you believe to be your last breath confessing your love for your best friend, peter. (fluff, angst)

Peter Who? (Peter Parker x Reader)

in which you walk home one night and discover an injured spider-man in the alleyway besides your apartment building... only to find out he’s your boyfriend, peter Parker. (angst, fluff)

(gender neutral reader)

Paint (Peter Parker x Reader)

in which peter catches a girl walking through the trees and as he investigates he meets a girl named y/n painting peacefully in the woods. (fluff)

The Argument (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

in which you and peter get in a heated argument, not realizing some of the other avengers could overhear the entire thing. (angst, fluff)

Ship (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

in which you and your best friend, peter parker, attend a costume party only to find out that everyone believes that you and peter’s alternate super-hero identities are dating. (fluff)

Honor (Peter Parker x Reader)

your best friend, peter parker, has had a secret crush on you for a long time and while in disguise as spider-man, he catches your boyfriend cheating on you with another girl. (angst, fluff)

You? (Peter Parker x Telekinetic!Reader)

peter parker has a crush on his classmate, y/n. you have a crush on spider-man. what happens when you learn each other’s true identities? (based on miraculous ladybug dynamic request) (fluff)

You and Me (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

in which your best friend, peter parker, disappears with the snap of thanos’ fingers. when he returns five years later, things may be different, but you’ll always be his (angst)

(gender neutral reader)

Sneak (Peter Parker x Reader)

in which peter attempts to sneak into your shared apartment one night with ned after he gets injured, but you find out and discover that he’s spider-man (angst, fluff)

My Hero (Civilian!Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

in which your boyfriend, peter parker, gets invited to a gala for his internship with stark industries and you try to make it through the night without him finding out from the avengers that you’re actually spider-woman (fluff)

Who Am I? (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

in which peter’s identity is exposed after the death of mysterio but peter is known to be dating you and spiderman is known to be dating your superhero alias sorceress. you have to decide whether to reveal your own identity or allow your boyfriend’s reputation to be tarnished further (angst)

Fireside (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

in which peter invites you on a weekend trip with your friends and on the last day you finally find it in you to take the relationship to the next level (fluff)

Gone (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

when peter comes back after the snap, he finds out that you sacrificed yourself for the soul stone and Peter has to make sure he protects the universe no matter what (angst)

Distance Between Us (Peter Parker x Reader)

in which your boyfriend has been distant and you can’t understand why. when you finally blow up at him, you discover the real intentions behind his distant behavior (angst, fluff)

It’s A Match (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

in which Peter finds you on a dating site and it just might be the thing to progress your friendship (fluff)

Catch You When You Fall (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

in which you get sent to another universe during the events of no way home, so you return to a world where you’re the only one who remembers peter parker (angst)

Dream Walk Down Memory Lane (Peter Parker x Witch!Reader)

in which you dream walk into another universe to help quell your mentor, wanda’s, destruction only to discover what had been missing from your own life this entire time (angst)

Blurbs

Fanfiction (Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader)

the one where you barge into Peter’s room and catch him reading fanfic about the two of you (fluff)

Jealous (Peter Parker x Reader)

the one where you and peter binge the star wars movies and he gets a little too jealous about your feelings for han solo (fluff)

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[iwasbored777]

I keep seeing these ‘MARINETTE BAD’ posts about how she’s a crazy possessive stalker and poor innocent Adrien/Chat Noir doesn’t even understand how wrong she is. And it makes me wonder if the fandom would show this same energy to Adrien/Chat Noir if Ladybug actually had any recurring conflicting male parties after her. Because, as evidenced by how he lied to Theo in Copycat and his immediate attitude with Flairmidable, we all KNOW he wouldn’t take that well. If Chat Noir actually had a male Lila or Chloe or even Kagami to deal with for Ladybugs affections, I guarantee he would have been SO MESSY about it. There would have been more lies, more upstaging and more tantrums. Even the fact that Chat Noir asks who Ladybug is interested in when she tells him she’s interested in someone else was a little concerning to me. I was like “what is he going to do with that information?”

But just like the fandom is overall charmed by Chat Noir pushing the boundaries Ladybug set, I feel like they would also be charmed by his jealousy? Whereas Marinette…

They would straight up call for Marinette’s removal if she lied and told Lila/Kagami her and Adrien had “a thing” to get them away from him, got angry at some random girl he showed attention to or got pissy at him for rejecting her.

And this isn’t Adrien salt. I love Adrien, flaws and all. I just think it’s interesting, the split in the audience response between Marinette’s boundary pushing and Chat Noir’s boundary pushing.And more interesting that some people paint Adrien as this victim with no agency when he has been very reactive throughout.

The interesting thing is that, neither of their poor reactions and boundary pushing ever get them anywhere romantically with the other. Marinette usually ends up embarrassed in a mess of her own making and he is once again rejected. The same lesson is being taught here but somehow , Marinette ends up with most of the ire and Chat Noir is the poor kitten the mean bug hurt.

I know! I know exactly what you're talking about and I feel the same way. Double standards kill me. Adrien does have his own salters that's true but he doesn't have so much hate YouTube channels and videos, you won't see hate memes on Reddit about him, you won't see anyone calling him out on Quora as the of the worst main character ever, you won't see people saying Adrien ruined Marinette's life but you'll ALWAYS see them saying Marinette ruined his, you didn't see like ten people actually giving two f*cks about her during Ladynoir conflict, you won't see any other girl getting so many haters like Marinette, you won't see the fandom being critical of any other character so much, years from now you won't find that much hate material for other characters but you will find too many Marinette hate stuff, I can't even search her name on Google without hate content popping out, you won't see Marinette sugar being appreciated like Adrien's, you won't see more people hating Adrien than Marinette, that's true. Even the show is sometimes, like you said, really rough to Marinette and doesn't take her emotions seriously but his are always taken seriously. It's not just gender thing, I've noticed Marinette getting hate for stuff people praise other characters when they do the exact same thing. Some people even told me they went from hating on her to defending cuz even they couldn't stand these double standards. Even when Marinette does something good they hate her. Imagine when Marinette haters had enough of it 😅.

And I REALLY got sick of "if she was a guy everyone would call her out-" just stop. Y'all ALREADY call her out even for stuff that weren't her fault what do you mean no one is complaining when literally the entire YouTube and Reddit hates her with passion, and as if I didn't watch other TV shows where male character is the worst person alive and no one said a word.

Maturing is realizing Marinette is a great character and she doesn't deserve the slander. I can't believe people only watch the show with one eye. The fact that the girl is to blame for everything IS a proof that people don't stand for female lead characters. The standards are never the same. I can literally compare the same situations when Marinette received hate both times but she made different decisions and even when she did the thing they defended the other character for she got salt. I hate that. I blocked like at least 200 Marinette haters by now and I ALWAYS find more. Aren't y'all tired? Aren't y'all embarrassed by now? So many wonderful stuff about her will be forgotten and all that's going to stay are these obsessive stalker/abuser accusations which aren't even 90% true lol I can't even watch that for ten seconds without laughing from how dumb and biased it is. I don't know who started Marinette hate but I hope they actually get stalked and abused so they know what real stalkers and abusers are like. People like them would be ready to cyber bully a real person and ruin their life like they ruined this character's reputation so they don't deserve anything better than that.

Sorry if I'm too mean there is just too much anger inside me to be calm 😭😭😭😂😂😂

#miraculous ladybug #Ml fandom salt #Ml Reddit salt #ml youtube salt #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #I hate this fandom #leave marinette alone challenge #marinette deserves better #Marinette deserves a better fandom #ml ask #ask and answer #double standards

[coffeebanana]

Destruction Spoilers Below the Cut

This might eventually turn into a longer fic, but I don't think it's going to be a priority anytime soon, so I wanted to at least get something out while the episode is still fresh in my mind.

I just think it's wild how Adrien Cataclysms Monarch (and is visibly shaken), then goes home, quits modelling, and calls up Marinette before falling asleep smiling? The compartmentalization OMG. So I wanted to play with that a little bit. And also, I couldn't figure out what kind of floor is in the wax museum when i checked the episode again to write this? So I made something up even though I sort of think it's supposed to be a stone floor...

The floor beneath the heroes’ exhibit of the wax museum of the didn’t make sense—Chat Noir knew that better than anyone. 

After all, he couldn’t keep himself from staring at it, from memorizing the way the stupid pattern of white dots repeated itself in a completely manufactured way. The material was a rubbery sort of soft, enough to have given a tiny bounce when Chat fell to his knees. Enough that he could easily have sank his claws into it if he hadn’t caused enough destruction tonight.

Chat drew in a shuddering breath as his ring beeped—was that the first one? The second? He didn’t want to check. He didn’t want to look at that hand, the one which had burned white lines into Monarch’s suit like cracked vinyl.

He didn’t want to think about what that hand might have done to the flesh underneath.

So he stared at the floor, even if he couldn’t understand it. Even if he didn’t even know what the material was called, and that also frustrated him.

It was just safer that way.

Staring at the floor.

He couldn’t destroy anything else if he didn’t move.

And he was fine staring at a floor that didn’t make sense if it meant he didn’t have to think about what he’d just done. 

His ring beeped again. Wait, no. That wasn’t his Miraculous. Not this time.

“Chat Noir?” Ladybug said, making him tear his eyes away from the floor just enough to see her stand. “We need to go.”

Chat nodded once, then dropped his head again.

She was right, even if he couldn’t figure out why. She was always right, and even if this whole night had been her plan, he didn’t blame her for a second.

It was his hand that spread decay. It was him who hadn’t realized what Monarch was doing until too late.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Ladybug put a hand on his shoulder. He hadn’t noticed her walk over.

“Chaton? Are you okay?”

He clenched his teeth, swallowing back the fiery feeling pushing its way up his throat. “Fine,” he managed. And once that lie was out, it was so much easier to keep going. “I’m fine, M’lady.”

He was fine. He had to be.

Even if it was almost like the people who had built this room had known it would be used by heroes made of more than just wax. Because why else would they install flooring here that was perfect for absorbing the shock of dramatic leaps and flips, when most of the other rooms had tiles?

But still, even if the floor didn’t make sense and he didn’t even know what search terms to put into Google to figure out what it was called, Chat would be fine.

Because Ladybug needed him to be. Because when he finally sat back on his heels and met her eyes, the concern he saw painted there hurt too much to contemplate.

Seeing her look at him like that made even less sense than the floor.

So he stood, he offered her his hand, and he pulled her into a tight hug. He stretched it out as long as he could before their Miraculous beeped again, and forced a smile as they made their way down opposite hallways to detransform.

He’d be okay, so long as she needed him. 

And after that, well…he might as well stop thinking about things that didn’t make sense.

#miraculous ladybug #ml s5 #ml spoilers #ml destruction #ficlet #adrien agreste #chat noir #angst #there's like a little hurt/comfort if you squint

[celestiall0tus]

Miraculous AU - Chapter 32 - Rest

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            Ladybug sat under the Eiffel Tower. Chat laid in her arms, fast asleep. She wasn’t sure how long they’d been there, but Chat passed out not long after Souris left them. She petted his hair as the events of the night played over in her head.

            The conversation Ladybug had with Chat felt ages ago after the fight with Luka. That fight was terrifying. The strength that Luka possessed was frightening and his intelligence unmatched. She had gotten through to him, but whatever he had against Chat was too strong. She made mistakes and put Chat in danger. Because of her, Chat wounded Luka. The look of horror and terror on Chat’s face after that was burned in her mind.

            Tears fell from Ladybug’s eyes as she held Chat tighter. This was all her fault. She should have been smarter, thought things out. She should have realized using her creation power would have been a horrible idea. She should have reacted better when Luka threw her into the Eiffel Tower. She should have acted when Luka held Chat by the throat. She should have done something! She was his shield and she failed him.

            The sound of metal against stone broke Ladybug’s thoughts. She looked up and saw a stunning peacock woman with Queen Bee as they rushed towards Ladybug. Fear was painted on both their faces, but not as beautifully as on the woman’s. The peacock woman leapt and glided over them to Chat’s side. Queen Bee stopped and knelt beside Ladybug.

            “What happened? Is he ok? Is he hurt? Please tell me he’s just sleeping.”

            Ladybug blinked. “He’s asleep.”

            Mayura blinked and looked at Ladybug. She reached out a hand and cupped Ladybug’s cheek. She wiped away Ladybug’s tears. “Are you ok? What’s wrong?”

            More tears fell from Ladybug’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “I couldn’t protect him. I failed to keep him safe, and he was put in terrible danger. I’m supposed to be his shield, but I couldn’t even safeguard him.”

            Queen Bee put a hand on Ladybug’s shoulder. “What happened?”

            Ladybug sniffled. “Luka was akumatized into a copy of a black cat holder. We fought against him until Souris could arrive, but he was ruthless. I messed up and was thrown from the fight. I heard Chat call me, but when I looked up, Luka had him by the throat, ready to kill Chat. But Chat sunk his claws into Luka and maimed the arm Luka held him by.”

            “How bad?” Mayura asked.

            “It was awful. Long gouges from Luka’s hand to his elbow. Blood all over both of them. Luka’s arm just hung limply as if he couldn’t move it at all. And the look of terror and horror on Chat’s face. And it’s all my fault. I did this. I failed him.”

            Mayura moved her hand from Ladybug’s cheek and pat Ladybug’s head. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Ladybug. It was a difficult situation. The first of many to come. The best you can do is learn from this experience.”

            “But-!” Ladybug started.

            “She’s right. What’s done is past, Ladybug. The best you can do is become better,” Queen Bee said.

            “But, Chat.”

            Mayura sighed. She moved her hand to brush Chat’s hair back. “Neither of you were ready for this kind of fight, and it came sooner than I anticipated. That said, Ladybug, I ask that you join our training, please.”

            “Yeah, c’mon, Ladybug. We can all train together and become stronger. So, the next time a villain like Luka shows up, we’ll be ready,” Queen Bee added.

            Ladybug nodded. “Yes. Yes, let’s do that. I can’t let something like tonight happen again.”

            “Don’t let it all fall on you, Ladybug. Remember, you’re not alone.”

            Ladybug looked at the ground. “Right. Hey, Mayura?”

            “Yes?”

            “Would you know a way to get my yo-yo back? Luka threw it into the river and I’d rather not free dive to find it.”

            “You can’t just create one?” Queen Bee asked.

            Ladybug shrugged. “I don’t know. When I create things with my power, it’s usually from the yo-yo itself. So, I don’t know.”

            “You can try de-transforming and transforming again. That should to the trick if your Creation won’t,” Mayura said.

            “Can… can you take him? I don’t… I don’t-.”

            Tears fell from Ladybug’s eyes again. She clung to Chat and buried her face in his hair. Mayura and Queen Bee watched Ladybug until she moved away and planted a kiss on Chat’s head. Ladybug looked up and nodded at Mayura.

            Mayura nodded. She reached around Ladybug and removed Chat’s arms from Ladybug, then his tail. She moved him into her arms, then stood. Ladybug stood and stumbled. Queen Bee caught Ladybug and scooped her up.

            “I can-.” Ladybug started.

            “Let me help, please,” Queen Bee said.

            Ladybug nodded. She sighed and laid her head on Queen Bee’s shoulder.

            “Rest easy, both of you. I’ll see you both in a few days.”

            Queen Bee nodded, then and headed off. Mayura watched until they were out of sight. She turned and headed back to the Agreste mansion. She slipped in through Adrien’s bathroom window. She moved to place Chat in bed, but he clung to her.

            Mayura chuckled. “I see someone is awake.”

            Chat hummed.

            “How’re you holding up?”

            Chat whimpered and shrunk into a ball.

            “Do you want to talk about it?”

            There was a long moment of silence. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… to-.” Chat trailed off as he choked back a sob.

            “It’s ok. You made a mistake, that’s all.”

            “But I hurt him. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to scratch him a little, so he’d let go. So, he wouldn’t-.” Chat stopped as he tightened his grip on Mayura.

            Mayura sighed and sat on the bed. She placed Chat beside her and wrapped her arms around him.

            “I know. Ladybug told me. We don’t blame you for what happened. You were defending yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

            “What if he can’t use that arm again? What if he-? What if I-?”

            “Chat, I’m going to say this now, so you know. If someone is trying to kill you, you have every right to defend yourself. Yes, you could have shown restraint, but you were within your right to attack back. I’d rather that boy lose the arm than seeing you dead.”

            Chat frowned. He released Mayura and sat up. “Because of Father?”

            Mayura blinked, then smiled. She tucked a few strands of Chat’s hair behind his ear, then cupped his cheek. “For the young man I raised.”

            Chat stared at Mayura. Fresh tears fell from his eyes as he hugged her. She gasped as the shock took the air from her lungs. She sighed and hugged him.

            “We’ll do better, both of us. I’ll teach you to be a true combatant, Chat. That way, you’ll be ready. You’ll know your limits and you won’t have to relive tonight. I promise.”

            Chat smiled. “Thank you… Mom.”

            Mayura’s breath caught. Her eyes widened. Her heart beat faster as breathing became difficult. She fought against the fear that clawed at her and the memory that came with it. A younger Adrien that called to her, called her mom so long ago. The pause in Emilie’s movement and the look of revulsion and contempt twisted on her beautiful face.

            Mayura’s tail buzzed and rustled. A feeling of calm washed over her like a salve, but the fear lingered. She took a deep breath, squeezed Chat once, then moved away.

            “Try to get some rest. If you need me, you know where I am.”

            Chat nodded. “Thank you.”

            Mayura patted Chat’s head with a shaky hand. “Sleep well.” She stood and headed for the door. “Duusu, fall my feathers.”

            Duusu emerged from the brooch and transformed Mayura back. He buzzed around Nathalie until she left Adrien’s room. He vanished into her suit jacket until they were in her room.

            “Precious? Are you ok? Please, talk to me. How about I run a bath and we talk?”

            Nathalie didn’t respond. She locked the door and took a few steps forward. All the emotion that threatened to emerge when she was Mayura now a quiet roar. It stirred below the surface as a quiet storm that would never surface. It was so easy to let it stay there. To let her training take over. To conceal her emotions. To never show weakness. But should she?

            Duusu flew in front of Nathalie. “Precious, please. I know what Adrien said shocked you, scared you even. Did you remember something? Which memory was it? Please, I’m here.”

            Sorrow dared to surface, but Nathalie stuffed it back down. She couldn’t be weak. She had to be strong. She had to forget her past and move forward. It was the only way to keep going. To never look back. She moved and stumbled as the weight of the thoughts hit her. She caught herself on a wall and leaned against it.

            Duusu squeaked. “Precious?”

            Nathalie looked at Duusu. The fear and concern on his face cut her deep. How often had he watched this? How often had he feared for her health? How often did she hurt him with her silence? What would she say though? What would be appropriate in a time like this? Lie and say she was ok? Agree to talk, but only to shut down again later?

            “Please, you can’t live like this. You can’t keep shutting things away. Please, I can help.” Duusu touched the brooch.

            Nathalie’s breath caught. “Duusu, spread my feathers.”

            Duusu disappeared into the brooch and transformed Nathalie.

            Tears gushed from Mayura’s eyes as the dam busted. She hugged herself and collapsed as everything hit her at once. She curled up as she felt and remembered everything. The numbness of her childhood and adolescence. The sparks and fire when she met Emilie. The heartbreak and defeat that was Gabriel. The hopelessness and fear of being abandoned by her family, then to be taken in by Emilie. The moment the numbness of her youth returned with the only break in the nothing being a little blonde boy. Fear gutted her as the memories of her imprisonment came in clear as day.

            The endless work as Mayura maintained a home that would never be her own. The caring for a child that belonged to a woman that saw value in her as a servant. The uneasiness as the husband watched her like a hawk as if he was ready to rip her apart. The fear when she fell under the woman’s ire. Many times had she considered escape, but to where? What friends did she have? What home did she have to return to? She was alone.

            Mayura’s tail buzzed and rustled. No feelings or sensations came, instead a reminder. A break in the despair. A warm night when she hid in the garden, away from the family as they celebrated with one another. A bird call, then the feathers. A beautiful peacock approached with its tail fanned out to accentuate its own beauty. She had watched in stunned silence as it transformed into the kwami and gave her the brooch. She tried to reject him, but Duusu wouldn’t budge. He was here to stay.

            Mayura hugged herself tighter. Duusu had been the light she needed. The friend she never had. Always there when she needed him most. Her shoulder to cry on. Her ear when she needed to talk. He was everything. All he wanted and asked for was to be bound to her. For her to be his holder. And she had refused it. She didn’t want him trapped like her. She didn’t want to see him suffer for her sake. She wanted him to be free.

            Mayura’s tail buzzed. A warmth filled her that put her at ease. She heard Duusu’s voice in her head.

            ‘We are free together.’

            Mayura smiled. “I’m so sorry, Duusu. I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

            ‘You don’t need to apologize. It was worth the wait. We are one.’

            “I’m glad. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

            ‘I’ll always be here to help you. We will heal, together.’

            Heal. Mayura gave a soft laugh. That’s what she needed, wasn’t it? To move on from her past. To become a better person for herself. For Duusu. For Adrien. She paused as her thoughts returned to Adrien with the memory of long ago. The quiet fury of Emilie as she reminded Nathalie that she’d never be Adrien’s real mother. That she needed to keep her distance from Adrien if she didn’t want the worst to happen. She tried, but it wasn’t enough, was it? Adrien still saw her as a mother, didn’t he?

            ‘You are his mother, Precious. A mother by bond, not blood.’

            “But blood runs thicker than water.”

            ‘What does blood truly mean in the end? Obligation? Expectation? Disappointment? Abandonment?'

            Mayura curled into a tighter ball. Duusu spoke of her own blood family. In that sense, he had a point. Blood got her no where in life. Blood just meant she had to be what they wanted. That she was obligated to do what her parents wanted cause of who they were. All that resulted in disappointment when she could never be what they needed. The disappointment and the abandonment. All that Adrien could face as well.

            ‘Blood runs thin. The bonds you humans create are everlasting. So, it doesn’t matter if Emilie was his blood mother, you are his true mother by bond. Cherish it, Precious.’

            Mayura blinked as the last of her tears fell. For the first time, she couldn’t push back on the matter. Adrien made it clear, didn’t he? He still saw her as a mother despite her efforts. And Duusu wasn’t wrong. Blood was important, but not like the bonds. Especially when blood comes with strings attached. Like with her family, and Adrien’s as well.

            Mayura’s tail fluttered and fanned. Triumph, joy, and smugness rolled through her. She rolled her eyes as she stood.

            “Alright, alright. You get what you wanted. Duusu-.”

            Mayura paused as she looked at her reflection in the window. The beautiful woman stared back at her with a tear-stained face. Even in her sorrow, the woman was radiant. She was stunning and strong despite being weak. Her weaknesses didn’t take away from who she was, and she wasn’t afraid to show them. Bold, fearless, powerful, and free. Everything Nathalie wasn’t.

            Mayura looked at the reflection, then at the door. She looked back at her reflection, then sighed. She grabbed her phone and set her alarm for thirty minutes earlier than usual. She crawled into bed and curled up on the top of the blankets.

            “Good night, Duusu.”

            ‘Good night, Precious.’

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Beau Arlen Imagine

Beau Arlen, sheriff of Big Sky, from Texas, intimidating, tall, strong, dating plus sized, anxious, insecure, ADHD, bookshop/florist/artist/music teacher/baker, gf…. I just think that’d be like the most adorable thing.

Like she’d get all nervous at police parties and banquets, like “do I look good”, “do you think they’ll like me”, and he immediately just assures her. “You’re absolutely gorgeous”, “anyone who doesn’t like you is crazy”.

And she’ll make him cute little crocheted or knitted things, or a painting, or just something from her hyper fixation/hobby. She doesn’t know if he’ll like, maybe he’ll think it’s stupid, but he finds it adorable and puts it in his office immediately.

Or maybe she hyper fixates on like mysteries and history, or dark facts, or just knows that kind of stuff in general because she likes random facts. So he’ll be going over a case with an officer or detective, or deputy, and she drops by to drop off lunch, like she does everyday. And she just overhears and says some dark or weird fact that she probably shouldn’t, and the other person is like “what the fuck”, but Beau doesn’t even flinch, completely used to it. Or says “thanks, darlin” because it could be something useful, and if it’s not, he’ll say “really?” Just so she doesn’t feel like she shouldn’t have said anything or gets uncomfortable. And he’ll just go to her because she’s like a little encyclopedia of random facts. But of course it freaks him out the first couple times cuz here’s this adorable, soft, anxious, hyper, little ladybug (a possible nickname for her), and she just spits out some shit like “if you crunch up glass and put a tbsp in someone’s drink, it’ll kill them within a week or two depending on how big they are, and it won’t leave a trace” because they couldn’t figure out how this guy died and she just spit out a theory to try to be helpful while she was dropping off lunch.

He’ll love cuddling up to her because she’s so soft. Like thick thighs? He’s always got a hand on them, and if you’re lying on the couch or in bed, he’ll rest his body between them and lay his head on her soft stomach, or breasts. Stretch marks? He’ll trace them, either with his fingers ansentmindedly, or with his tongue if it’s spicy time. And he practically purrs when she runs her fingertips through his hair. And she’ll give him shoulder massages after a rough day at work. And of course he rubs her bag and massages her thighs because she gets sore from all that extra “personal pillow”. It takes a bit to get used to just how affectionate and considerate she is, but once he does, he’s just a big teddy bear. And he both loves and hates how affectionate she is, because it’s not just with him. She’ll bake cookies for the whole squad, or do favours, and chats with people she knows, or if they talk to her first. Just smiling brightly all the time and giving them her attention. He thinks it’s adorable how sweet and considerate she is, but he can’t help but get a little jealous if he thinks she’s giving someone too much attention. Or if someone’s flirting with her but she doesn’t realize, he’ll get jealous. Either just glaring at the other person silently, never her because he knows she doesn’t know, and that she’s never do it on purpose, though he didn’t at first and they talked about it. Or he’ll stop what he’s doing and walk over, wrapping an arm around her waist, tugging her into his side, and find someway to integrate himself into the conversation, or make up some excuse and pull her away.

He’d pick up on her anxiety triggers and signs so quickly because of how observant he is. Making sure she has something to fidget with, and if not, he’ll let her play with his fingers, or just hold his hand. And if they’re at a party and it’s too much for her and she’s getting too anxious, he decides they should leave. Even if she insists it’s fine, that she doesn’t want to ruin his fun, he doesn’t let her. He’ll tell her stuff like “I’ll have a lot more fun at home with you”, or “I’m not having that much fun anyway”. He’d tell everyone that they’re gonna go, say something like he’s tired, or he has work early. Never blames her or anything.

And he sticks up for her so, so quickly. Like if he overhears someone calling her “weird” or something, he’s not having it. He’ll glare at them, and if it’s an officer, he’ll bring them aside and scold them. He finds all her little “quirks” or “strangeness” adorable and or hot.

And the sex… He’d be so caring and sweet. Muttering praises, and placing kisses on her stretch marks or slight chub rolls. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart”, “that’s it, baby. Just like that”, “You can do it”, “So hot. Getting me all hot n’bothered without trying”. Loving caresses all over her body. He’s ask her to sit on his face and she’d be really nervous and hesitant because of her weight, just how she was when she first sat on his lap but even more so. And he just assures her that “I’m a strong guy”, “if I need a break, I’ll tap out”, and if she says she’ll smother him he just says “I can not think of a better way to go”. Eventually she gives in and does it, and he’s so fucking happy. Just grinning like an idiot as he holds onto her hips and or thighs tightly, his fingertips digging in. The first time he’s rough is a while after they start dating, after a really tough case, or his ex wife’s getting on his nerves, or he’s just having a bad day, and she notices. Telling him to take it out on her, and she can take it. So he does, but doesn’t go too hard or rough, making sure she’s ok as soon as he gets slightly rougher. And always, always cleans her up and takes care of her. “You ok, darlin’? I didn’t go too hard”, “Imma get you a drink, ok”, “let’s get you cleaned up”, “did so good, baby”.

Someone they don’t know will see them and assume she’s just his friend because no way a guy like that could be with a girl like her. At least not at first glance. And he just states so proudly that she’s his girlfriend, or his girl. Like someone will ask who she is and he just gets a shit eating grin on his face and states with such pride “she’s my girl”. But if they get disrespectful of her, or asks him “really? Her?” He gets pissed. Glaring at them and starting an argument. Disliking them for the rest of, well, ever.

Just a thought. You’re welcome, or not. I don’t know, just can’t get it out of my head. Thought it’s was adorable and cute, like all you lovely people (most).

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