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lou-lj · 2 years

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Everyone has secrets

(Pansy Parkinson x fem reader)

(mostly fluff,a bit suggestive and a tiny bit of angst)

summary:

The two of you are in a secret relationship but her friends catch you making out in her dorm.

warnings:

hinting at homophobic parents

A/N:

it’s autumn, which means watching comfort movies/shows all day and spending to much time inserting yourself into the story’s so…. here we go

Her body was pressed against your own, capturing you between her and the wooden wall of the Slytherin girls dorm. Your hands being tangled in her dark hair you deepened the kiss. Her fumbling with the buttons of your shirt while sloppily traveling over your jaw and down your neck with kisses, leaving marks along the way. Your head was empty as it was falling back against the wall, desperate whimpers escaping your lips. Your shirt was falling to the ground while she looked at you with adoration “oh y/n,” she whispered and kissing you for the hundredth time biting down your on bottom lip. Pushing yourself of the wall you stumbled to her bed together, almost tripping over some books lying on the floor. Next you pushed her onto the bed while taking a seat on her lap.

“Jesus Pansy how much noise can someone make? What you doing in here-“ Matteo laughed as he walked in the room, stopping mid step glaring at the scene in front of him. “What the fuck,” mumbled Draco. “Didn’t think this was how i’d see y/n half naked for the first time.” Theo laughed while Daphne was standing mouth open and in shock in the door frame. “There is something called knocking ya know?” Pansy scolded while covering you with her blanket. “Since when?” Daphne asked ignoring pansy’s annoyed expression. “what exactly is this?!” Draco questioned while picking up your shirt and handing it back to you. “God let her get dressed, we’ll be down in a minute.” Pansy said while ushering the four out of the room. “What do we tell them?” you asked while putting your shirt back on. She leaned her forehead against yours with a sight “the truth.”

Matteo had told everyone in the common room to get lost making sure no one would be disturbing them. Pansy took your hand, stepping out the door sending you a quick nod. “Y/n and I are dating, since a couple months.” Pansy spoke calmly while almost crushing your hand. “months?!” Daphne almost yelled out of surprise. “So I really don’t have a shot with you?” Theo asked while winking at you. “Sorry to disappoint but I’m quite happy.” You laughed, throwing your arm around Pansy. “Why haven’t you told us?” Draco asked. Pansy shifted around a little uncomfortable “I- I don’t know, it’s just I was scared of your reaction. And the others can’t know! My parents would be furious, you know how they are…” “Oh sweetie, we love you regardless of who you date.” with teary eyes Daphne hugged Pansy tightly. “And we’d never tell on you man, we’re family.” Theo said while bringing him and Draco into the hug. “You’re one of us now” Matteo joked, while shoving you into the hug.

#fanfic #lgbtq #pansy x reader #pansy parkinson #pansy x fem!reader #harry potter #slytherin #mattheo riddle #theo nott #draco malfoy #daphne greengrass #secret relationship #fluff #angst #friendship #slytherin gang

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horsegirlwarcrimes · 1 day

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Alright, you have answered me again (SY gets two daemons sounds extremely interesting! The "what the fuck happened to Shen Qingqiu" Peak Lord meeting in this AU is going to have some shit to talk about, huh!) so now I'm moving on to the next in my list of WIPs I'm really super curious about - Scooby Gang Juniors? Juniors fics are so fun what shenanigans are they getting into?

auw im literally dead u r so kind ( ;´ - `;)♡

scooby gang juniors, actual title some 'Never Love An Anchor' lyrics bc thats the theme song of this fic, is actually the first longfic i ever started writing! it has also been a WIP for mmm. four years or so. i started writing it right after watching the untamed for the first time in 2019 lmao, but never finished it because at that point id never written ANYTHING as long as it was gearing up to be (the outline is 20k). i hope to finally finish it and post it some time soon, probs after WINR and the ZZL&YQY fics are done. its probs some of my fav writing ive ever done but never shared with anyone haha

summary: Wei Wuxian may have drafted a ritual for willingly bringing someone back from the dead somewhere in his madness in the caves of the Burial Mounds, but if he did it was never found. In the absence of a convenient literal ghost from the past to help exact his revenge, Nie Huaisang turns to the next best thing: his old friend's son.

Meanwhile, Lan Sizhui finds a man buried deep underground with soft, familiar eyes.

[Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, Ouyang Zizhen, and Wen Ning go on a life changing field trip, dodge their worried parents, and dig up some corpses, in approximately that order.]

“When I realized how deeply affected by the Yiling Patriarch Hanguang-Jun was, I began to realize where this slip in righteousness had come from. You see, while I and the rest of the cultivation world believed that Lan Wangji had been in secluded cultivation for three years to move to a new level in his cultivation, or because he had been wounded fighting the Yiling Patriarch, the truth is much the opposite. Hanguang-Jun was in seclusion as punishment, for siding with the Yiling Patriarch at the Siege of the Burial Mounds. All along, these famed enemies had secretly been allied.” Jin Guangyao shook his head, expression deeply sympathetic even as the cultivators of the room began to turn to Hanguang-Jun. Hands went to swords, only remaining undrawn due to the thick tension in the room that had yet to break. Hanguang-Jun stood immovable through it all, flawless as jade and cold as ice. “I believe the Yiling Patriarch must have altered his mind, and had been using his demonic arts to corrupt him as far back as the Sunshot campaign. Now, with the feared patriarch dead, it seems this would no longer be such an issue. But Wei Wuxian left one final plan even after his death, a fail-safe to bring ruin to the cultivation world once again even when he was long gone, and he entrusted that plan to Hanguang-Jun before his death.” At last, his eyes met Sizhui’s again. Sizhui’s mouth tasted electric, the buzz of the room crashing into him in waves even as it narrowed just to himself, his uncle at his back, his father, and the man before him. He inhaled through his nose and straightened, perfect Lan posture and the ribbon on his forehead proudly on display. He narrowed his eyes back at Jin Guanyao and did not drop his gaze. Jin Guangyao smiled, a flicker of amusement, before he regained his expression of earnest concern to address the crowd. “I found proof in the records of the Wen work camps, and writings recovered from the Nightless City. You see, Lan Sizhui, ward of Hanguang-Jun and First Disciple of Gusu Lan, was neither a war orphan nor a poorly concealed bastard, but instead a child smuggled out of the Burial Mounds before the siege.” Jin Guangyao swept a sleeve over Sizhui’s group. “Honored cultivators, I stand before you to reveal the surviving heir of the Qishan Wen Sect. Called Lan Sizhui but born Wen Yuan, the son of Wen Xu and his first concubine. Cousin of the Ghost General, and former ward of the Yiling Patriarch, already beginning the work of reviving the Wen and overwhelming the righteous sects with demonic cultivators.” In the chaos, only one voice cut so bitingly through the noise. Calm and cold and sure, Sizhui latched onto it with all his heart. Anything to avoid looking behind him, at the friends he had lied to. “So you admit it.” Said Hanguang-Jun, unmoving from his spot amidst the Lan. Jin Guangyao blinked wide eyes at him. “I’m sorry?” Hanguang-Jun stepped forward. Even with his name being almost literally dragged through the mud, cultivators still parted around him with automatic deference. “You admit you knew children were being tortured, in your work camps.”

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dreadark · 2 months

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finally... here's all 22k+ words(!?) of my kim namwoon fic completed

...you could say I like 999 knw a not-normal amount

#orv #orv fic #kim namwoon #uriel orv #oldest dream #kim dokja #lee jihye #secretive plotter #yoo joonghyuk #orv spoilers #orv fanfic #this one could just be called the gang watches gundam #omniscient reader's viewpoint #save writes

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rosie-b · 10 months

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Tough Luck, Tender Love

Written for @ladrienjune days 17 & 20, Bad Luck & Passionate Declaration, 5756 words

A bead of sweat rolled down Marinette’s forehead as she stood frozen in front of Adrien, who still hadn’t spoken a word. She raised an arm to wipe it away quickly as her heart stuttered out an unfamiliar rhythm, and a red and black design came into view.

She froze. She’d put on her usual outfit today, but she was very obviously not wearing it now. The black spots on her red sleeve and glove could only mean one thing: Marinette Dupain-Cheng hadn’t confessed her love to Adrien — Ladybug had.

Read the rest on AO3 or just below!

After this, nothing will be the same, Marinette thought as she bit out the last words of her confession and winced as she prepared herself for rejection.

Adrien stared silently at her, his mouth hanging open, as whispers swirled around them like the first winds of a storm.

Marinette bit her lip. She always knew that asking Adrien out at school was a mistake, but it wasn’t supposed to cause such an uproar! Everyone at François-Dupont seemed to know about her crush on Adrien except for the boy himself, so why did it seem as though everyone had just received the shock of their lives?

Within seconds, people started nudging each other and exchanging money. They were probably trying to be discreet, but that was impossible when nearly everyone had a bet to settle. Some people were pumping their arms in victory; most were shaking their heads in disappointment; even Ms. Bustier had a discontent frown on her face.

--*--*--*--*--

To be fair, Marinette hadn’t had much — or any — luck in confessing to Adrien so far, which was something that Rose had repeated multiple times during the intervention she was holding in the park near their school.

But maybe it was just fate! Maybe she and Adrien were destined to be star-crosses lovers, like Romeo and Juliet, or the cowherd and the weaver girl. She could love Adrien, but only from afar, as the universe confined her to saving Paris as Ladybug and sacrificing her only chance at love until Hawk Moth was finally defeated.

I can’t tell them that, though, or I’d lose my secret identity, Marinette realized. She nervously chewed on her lip as the girls continued urging her to either take up their new, foolproof plan and confess to Adrien or give up on him once and for all.

“—And the best part is, all you have to do is sign this card! We’ll put it on Adrien’s desk for you, and that way no one else can claim to have written it themselves or steal it before he has the chance to see it. Foolproof! Right, Juleka?”

Rose nudged her girlfriend, who nodded her head and muttered something that sounded like a yes.

“We all agree! Don’t you see, Marinette? This is your best chance yet. If this doesn’t work, then nothing will.” Mylene folded her arms and set her face determinedly.

Alya sighed and pushed up her glasses.

“I know why you don’t feel like doing this, girl,” she said softly, her gaze darting to the purse Tikki was hiding in and returning to Marinette’s shimmering eyes. “But I do think this might work. There’s no reason for Adrien to turn you down now that he and Kagami aren’t dating anymore, and he’s started smiling at you more often. That’s a great sign, girl!”

“Alya, I can’t date anyone while I’m you-know-who,” Marinette whispered. “It would be too dangerous. Besides, I barely have time for my school responsibilities! How would I have enough time to date Adrien on top of everything else?”

“Are you really still hesitating?” Rose cried in exasperation. She had had enough of Marinette’s indecision, and since she was certain that Adrien returned her emotions, she was determined to put an end to her friend’s struggles once and for all. “Just give us your answer, Marinette!”

Straightening, Marinette turned away from Alya to look at her gathered friends, who were sitting on the park benches and grass, looking at her in confusion and impatience. Alix checked her watch and popped her bubblegum as she looked at Marinette.

She sighed.

“It isn’t that I don’t appreciate your plan, girls,” she said slowly. “I just don’t think dating Adrien is a good idea anymore. It isn’t that I don’t love him, because I do! But...” She rubbed her arm and puffed out a sigh. “I don’t think I’m the best person for him. He deserves someone who can be there for him all the time, and you know that girl is not me. I’m flaky, remember?”

Mylene sighed. “That’s true, but that doesn’t mean he can’t love you, or that you don’t love him! Your emotions speak louder than you think they do, Marinette. Trust yourself!”

“Yeah!” Alix said, holding back a knowing smirk.

Rose headbanged her way through an agreeing nod. “You’ve done so much to help us, Marinette. Now, it’s finally your turn to let us help you!”

Juleka mumbled in agreement, even brushing her bangs back to give Marinette an encouraging smile.

“You can do it, girl,” Alya said, putting her hand on Marinette’s shoulder and turning her around so that she had to look at her. “You don’t have to, but I want you to know that you can . Put us out of our misery, huh? I want to go on a date without worrying that you’ll never go on one with your ‘Buttercup.’”

“Please don’t remind me of that name,” Marinette muttered through a strained smile as a blush covered her cheeks. She dropped her head down and pulled Alya’s arms off her shoulders.

The group watched her expectantly as she turned to face them all.

“Fine,” she said in a confident voice. “How about a compromise? I promise to try to confess to Adrien on my own before the end of the school day tomorrow. If it doesn’t work, then I’ll take your plan. And if that doesn’t work—”

“It will work!” Rose declared ecstatically. “I’m so happy for you, Marinette!”

She hopped up from the bench and threw her arms around Marinette. The other girls quickly followed suit, forming a giant group hug around a beet-faced Marinette.

“Thanks, girls,” she said in an embarrassed voice. She awkwardly patted their arms as they continued to hug her. “I’ll handle it from here.”

__*__*__*__*__

It was bad luck. That was the only explanation for what happened next.

Marinette had been planning to confess to Adrien with a fresh bag of chouquettes, drizzled with a chocolate heart design by Tom, after lunch ended. She would catch up to Adrien just as he was walking back into school, and that way she wouldn’t have any time to chicken out of her confession.

Of course, an akuma had to strike just as Marinette finished scarfing down her grated carrots and was getting ready to dash over to the bakery to pick up the chouquettes. There was a new sentimonster to defeat, and so the akuma took twice as long as it should have. By the time it was over, it was time for Ms. Mendeleiev’s class to finish. Marinette would have to hurry if she wanted to catch Adrien before he walked back over to Ms. Bustier’s class.

And hurry, she did. Focused on nothing but speed, she didn’t notice that her yo-yo never vanished as she replaced it at her hip. Usually, she’d be detransformed by now, but she’d had to quickly recharge and help the former akuma victim after purifying the akuma. Chat Noir had had to rush back to school, muttering an excuse about attendance and his crappy father’s punishment system.

So, Ladybug had stayed behind to help the former akuma victim, who’d had some bad luck of his own. He had suffered a broken leg before his akumatization and had no one to help him to the hospital, into the ambulance she’d called and then headed back to the school.

She found Adrien just in time, skidding into the hallway as he stepped out of Ms. Mendeleiev’s room beside Nino.

“Adrien! I have to talk to you!”

Marinette knew she probably looked like a madwoman, her hair frizzy and falling out of her pigtails. She licked her lips and quickly tightened her ribbons. That should help her appearance at least a little.

Adrien’s mouth fell open as he watched Ladybug shift nervously on her feet, clasping her hands tight and breathing deeply to shake off her nerves.

“Wha...?” He couldn’t manage to finish his question.

Nino, who looked similarly confused, gently closed Adrien’s mouth and back away, whispering a quick assurance as he left.

“A-Adrien, I...”

Ladybug closed her eyes. No! She would not give in to fear this time. If Chat Noir was brave enough to take her rejection, she could be brave enough to take Adrien’s. At least then she would know his answer.

She opened her eyes and looked into Adrien’s green ones with a determined huff. A camera flash went off to the side, but she ignored it.

“When I first met you, I misjudged you,” she began.

Adrien’s jaw dropped down even lower this time.

“I thought you were conceited and superficial. But then, I got to know you. I saw who you really were deep down—someone sweet, sincere, and generous. Since then, there's something I've been wanting to tell you. But every time I try, it's like my brain suddenly freezes. But now, I think I'm ready.”

One of the younger students hollered across the hall. Ladybug ignored whatever he said and kept her gaze steady as she finished her declaration.

“Adrien.” The boy’s eyes widened as she said his name again, and he stared at her like he was hanging on to every word from her lips. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the painful ending to this surreal moment.

“I love you.”

Immediately, the whispers and camera flashes that Marinette had been blocking out rushed into her ears. She caught sight of people laughing, exchanging money, gawking at her as they spoke with their friends. Down the hall, Ms. Bustier waited for her last students with a frown.

Adrien still hadn’t spoken.

Marinette reached up to wipe the sweat off her brow, and that’s when the depth of her bad luck hit her.

Really, what superhero would be reckless enough to publicly confess their love to a civilian, especially a famous one?

There was no way this would end well.

“Sorry!” Marinette rushed to salvage the burning ruins of her confession. “I don’t—I’m sorry—I—”

“I love you, too,” Adrien said, his eyes full of wonder.

Ladybug licked her lips. “What?”

“When you see Marinette again,” Adrien continued, keeping his eyes fixed on Ladybug’s, “Tell her that I love her, too. You were delivering her message for her, weren’t you?”

Icy shock mixed with guilty relief flooded Marinette.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, the confession was from Marinette. Because she loves you, but I don’t love you! That would be ridiculous!”

“Utterly,” Chloe muttered from behind Adrien. Ms. Bustier directed her back into the classroom. She rolled her eyes as she left.

“So, you’ll tell her, then,” Adrien was saying, and Marinette snapped her gaze back to his.

“Yes! Absolutely! She’ll be thrilled,” she said with an awkward laugh. Then she shot finger guns at him. Another camera flash went off, and she cringed.

“Perfect,” Adrien said, holding the ‘r’ just a second too long. “And tell her I’m sorry that she had to go home sick. I’ll visit her after school, and we can talk about it more then, okay?”

Ladybug nodded, unsure whether to swallow down the hope she felt or let it grow. “Okay,” she whispered.

But her eyes narrowed as she continued gazing up at Adrien. He seemed like he’d figured out more from her speech than she’d thought. How did he know it was Marinette’s confession? Had someone told him?

It had to be Chat Noir. But why would he tell Adrien?

And who else had he told?

Ladybug felt a stab of betrayal.

“No,” she told Adrien, clenching her fist and ignoring the wild pounding of her heart. “I’ll come visit you after school. I mean, if Marinette is sick—”

That was another thing. Adrien had provided her with the perfect cover for her tardiness, but how had he known to do that?

If he knew, then Ladybug might as well personally deliver her Miraculous to Hawk Moth.

“—If she’s sick, then you’d better not visit her, or you might catch whatever she has. I’ll deliver your message to her and keep being your go-between for the day. Is— is that okay?” she finished nervously.

Her excuse didn’t make sense. If Adrien didn’t know who she was, he would just suggest he and Marinette talk over the phone, something way more normal and far less complicated than communicating through Paris’ busiest hero.

But Adrien only nodded, stars in his eyes, and Ladybug’s heart sank.

“I’ll be waiting by the window for you, m— Ladybug.”

Yeah, he knew. But he looked so excited to see her again that Ladybug almost didn’t care. It was hard to remember that her world was crumbling when the boy of her dreams was gazing at her like she’d granted his every wish by just existing.

“All right, if you’re done delivering Marinette’s message, you can leave now, Miss Ladybug,” Ms. Mendeleiev’s nasal voice called out.

The superhero jumped and whirled around. “Oh! Sorry! Yes, good students don’t hold up class time. Er, good heroes! Heroes like me,” she said, giggling nervously as she walked into the wall.

Adrien caught her as she fell. She practically leapt out of his arms.

“Byedrien! Bye, Adrien! And Ms. Mendeleiev! And the other students who I definitely do not know! ” Ladybug pushed the nearest door open and scurried through it.

It led to the bathroom, but that was okay. She was very experienced in escaping from bathroom windows.

And there were definitely no pictures of Ladybug entering the men’s room being posted right now. Nope! Those thoughts could wait for another time. Marinette had finally confessed to Adrien!

And it had only cost her secret identity.

Was it bad luck, she pondered, or had its opposite led to her passionate confession?

__*__*__*__*__

After she managed to convince her mother that she really was sick (of school, at least), Marinette sat in her room, watching the video of her confession play in a loop on the news. Apparently, superheroes confessing to supermodels on behalf of other, normal girls was headline material in Paris.

It was amazing that Marinette hadn’t noticed what she was doing, that she hadn’t felt her suit on her fingers and known before she opened her mouth. It was also amazing that Adrien, although he had figured out her secret identity, had protected it instead of sharing it with anyone.

It gave her hope when she shouldn’t be able to feel any.

Well, she had to feel some hope now that she knew Adrien loved her, too! It was the best outcome of a love confession she’d dared to dream of (almost, after the one where they got married and moved to the beach with their cute, fuzzy hamsters).

He’d really said that he loved her! She hadn’t dreamed it up, Marinette marveled as she watched the video for the fifteenth time. As soon as it ended, she went to hit the replay button again, but Tikki landed on the mouse and blocked her from clicking it.

“Marinette, don’t you think this is a bit excessive? School has been over for almost half an hour now. Shouldn’t you go visit Adrien like you said you would?”

Tikki had seemed very excited by the prospect of her visit, though Marinette could not fathom the reason why. After all, she’d just lost her secret identity to the same person who’d found it out before in a doomed timeline that led to her poor kitty being akumatized.

Oh, right, Marinette remembered. That was the real reason she was watching these videos. She needed something to distract herself from the sense of impending doom she’d been feeling.

“Well, the Gorilla could be late to pick Adrien up,” she said to Tikki, offering her weak excuse with a wide grin that was probably less reassuring than she’d hoped. “I don’t want to be caught by M. Agreste if he’s the only one at the mansion now.”

Tikki quirked her brow.

“You need to talk to him, Marinette! How else will you know if he figured out your secret identity or not?”

Marinette sighed. “I already know he did! He even knew I’d panic about it and made up an excuse for me to go home instead of staying at school!”

“He was also the first to suggest that you talk more after school! Which means that he’s probably in his room now, waiting by the window for the girl he loves to come say hello! But instead of doing that, you’re watching a scratchy recording taken on a phone for the umpteenth time! Marinette, when I picked you to be my holder, I thought you’d be much braver than this.”

Oh, Tikki could play dirty when she wanted to. The other kwamis snickered to themselves as they watched their Guardian splutter her excuse as she evaded the only true course of action.

“I can be brave! But right now I’m being cautious, which is another heroic quality I should have! After all, the whole ‘leap before you look’ is Chat’s thing, not mine!”

Tikki giggled. “Well, leaping before you look sounds an awful lot like what you did earlier today, Marinette. The two of you are more alike than you might think! Now,” she said, moving off the mouse and clicking the power button on the computer, “Get off that chair and go visit Adrien! If you still haven’t transformed in one minute, then I might murder you before Alya gets the chance to.”

Tikki’s eyes glittered playfully as Marinette glanced at her discarded phone, which was still blowing up with ignored notifications from her reporter friend and what seemed to be half of Paris.

Marinette swallowed. “I guess anything’s better than that. Tikki, spots on!”

Throwing open the trap door, Ladybug flung her yo-yo around a distant building and took off towards Adrien’s house, swallowing the butterflies in her stomach back down.

Why, oh why had she confessed to Adrien as Ladybug? Why hadn’t she just taken the girls’ idea and signed a card as Marinette, or would her awful luck have ruined that plan, too?

Would she have signed the card as Ladybug? Or worse, would she have asked for more constipation medicine instead of drawing a heart by her name?

Why do some people think ladybugs are lucky? Marinette wondered as she deftly avoided crashing into Adrien’s window. If I was lucky, I would have never fallen in love!

Ladybug straightened up on the windowsill and looked into Adrien’s room. He probably wasn’t home yet, because Tikki had been exaggerating about the time and oh no he was looking right at her!!!

Ladybug did a panicked dance that looked a bit like she was Vogue-ing and fell off the windowsill.

She landed in a tree.

“Ow,” she commented blankly while internally slapping herself. The fall had been so short that it hadn’t hurt!

But Adrien didn’t know that. Clapping his hands to his cheeks, he gaped at Ladybug in horror.

There’s the reaction I was expecting earlier, Ladybug thought drearily as Adrien threw open the window and started climbing down the wall to help her out of the tree.

“Ladybug! Are you okay? I am so sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you like that! I thought I told you I’d be by the window earlier!”

He reached out for the branch that Ladybug had landed on, but just barely couldn’t reach it without coming in danger of losing his grip on the wall.

Ladybug’s eyes widened.

“Adrien, be careful! You’re going to fall!”

Adrien shook her worries off. “It’ll be fine, my lady, I’ve done this a million ti—!”

He grabbed onto the end of the branch and let go of the wall as he started speaking, but the branch was not as strong as he’d given it credit for. Unable to support his full weight, it cracked off from the rest of the branch and fell, dragging the model down with it.

“Adrien!” Two voices cried out in harmonized horror.

Ladybug jumped up and tossed her yo-yo to catch Adrien as a black blur zoomed out of his window and dropped down after him.

The yo-yo string wrapped around Adrien’s waist while Ladybug’s brain short-circuited as she registered both the reason the black blur’s voice was familiar and the nickname Adrien had just used for her. Unable to handle the surprise of finding out her partner’s identity, she fell off her perch for the second time that day.

Plagg moved out of the way as she tumbled past him, and milliseconds later, she wound up tangled upside down in the yo-yo string with Adrien about a meter and a half above the ground. Luckily, Plagg hurriedly wrapped the end of the string around a thicker branch, which brought their progress to an abrupt and jarring halt before they could come to a crash landing.

“Ugh,” Adrien groaned, and Ladybug nearly shivered out of her skin.

“I am not a cat!” she snapped, and Adrien twisted around to look at her. The yo-yo string spun around accordingly, intensifying the queasy feeling in Marinette’s stomach.

“I beg your pardon?”

Why had Ladybug ever opened up her mouth? She should have known only gibberish would come out! Still panicking, she did it again without thinking.

“It’s pawdon! And you’re not getting any until we get out of this tree!”

Adrien blinked. It probably would have been adorable if Ladybug hadn’t been looking at them upside down while she got spun in dizzying circles by her own weapon.

“My lady, I really am sorry about the reveal, but I was so scared when you got hurt! And I can’t think straight when the girl that I love is in danger!”

He pulled out his best pout while Plagg sat on top of the yo-yo string tied around the branch and stared wide-eyed at him.

“Transform, you rollot-headed cheese curd! Transform and destroy the string!” he cried impatiently.

“But then we’ll fall,” Adrien pointed out, and Ladybug craned her neck upwards in the direction Plagg’s voice had come from.

“Why don’t you just untie the string, Plagg? That would be a lot easier!”

“Yeah, I thought you hated transforming!” Adrien called.

Plagg flew down and landed on the string tying Ladybug and Adrien together.

“You’d still fall if I untied the string, you solid slices of Swiss! Only Adrien wouldn’t be protected from it, because he wouldn’t be wearing a suit!”

“But it’s only a meter drop,” Adrien protested. “I’ll be fine!”

Ladybug jerked, swinging the string in a sideways motion. “Do you want to get hurt? Take Plagg’s advice!” If you really are Chat Noir, she added silently.

Adrien stared up at Ladybug for a moment. “Whatever the lady wishes. Plagg, claws out!”

Good, we’re at this part of the dream. Shouldn’t I wake up now? Ladybug asked herself.

But that must not always be the way dreams worked, because there was that one time after Oblivio when she’d dreamed that Adrien turned into Chat Noir and then he’d kissed her and she—

As she was still thinking, the string disintegrated around Ladybug and she and Chat Noir fell to the ground in a tangled heap.

“Your foot is covering my eye,” Ladybug complained. Chat Noir moved it immediately.

“Sorry,” he apologized as he moved Ladybug’s heels off his chest and stood up. Offering Ladybug a hand, he pulled her to her feet. She nearly fell over again, and he steadied her with a hand.

“I really am sorry,” he repeated as Ladybug carefully stretched out her arms, which had been pinned to her sides by the string.

“It was my fault, I should have remembered you’d be at the window,” she said sheepishly. “And, as for the identity reveal? I wouldn’t have figured it out if it weren’t for Plagg.”

Adrien detransformed and frowned at his kwami.

“I’m entirely innocent,” Plagg said, crossing his arms. “I am also starving. I need cheese!” He looked pleadingly at Adrien.

“I don’t think now is a good time for cheese, Plagg, but if you need some, you know where it is.”

With a cheeky wink at Ladybug, Plagg zoomed off to Adrien’s room before she could say a word.

“All this because of a poorly executed confession,” she grumbled, scuffing the dirt under the tree.

Adrien tilted his head. “Poorly executed? My lady, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven because I was so happy! Your delivery was perfect. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were Ladybug at the time, it would have been purrfect!”

Ladybug pursed her lips. “You made that joke before,” she said, wagging a finger at him. “I can’t believe I didn’t get it! I can’t believe I didn’t notice you were Chat Noir,” she groaned, covering her face in embarrassment.

Adrien laughed and delicately peeled her fingers apart so he could peer into her eyes.

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice you were Marinette,” he said in a voice so sweet it made her heart skip a beat. “But I guess that’s the way the Miraculous work, isn’t it? Or else we would have figured it out on the first day.”

Ladybug giggled as she lowered her hands from her face. “We really should have,” she said. “But I guess I was too busy falling under your spell, instead.”

Adrien blushed. “You— really?” he squeaked.

Ladybug smiled as she reached up to ruffle his hair. He leaned into her touch the way he always did.

“Yes, really,” she said softly. “Weren’t you listening to my confession? It’s always been you, Adrien,” she said, tapping his cheek with one finger. “I fell for you the moment you gave me your umbrella and showed me who you truly are.”

Adrien grabbed her hand and held it to his cheek, gazing into her eyes with a look so tender it made her want to melt.

“I fell for you on the first day, too,” he breathed. “You were so scared, but so courageous! You stood up to Hawk Moth and gave hope to all of Paris. I’ve never met anyone so brave.”

Turning his face, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her palm, and Ladybug gasped as a blush took over her face.

“I said to myself back then that I’d love whoever you were under that mask. And I was right,” he said, tracing its edges with a smile.

Marinette looked at him in wonder. “You do? Even though I’m the worst Guardian ever? A-and even when I can’t talk right to you most of the time?”

“Even then,” Adrien assured, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose and smiling when her blush got even darker. “For the record, I think you’re a wonderful Guardian. And I think your stuttering is quite adorable.”

Surrendering her face as a total loss to the flames licking at it, Marinette dropped her head onto Adrien’s shoulder.

“You’re abhorrable,” she said into his shirt. Holding up a finger, she took a breath and tried again. “Adorable! I think you’re adorable, too. And now that we’re finally out of that tree, I think I know how you can earn my pardon.”

Wrapping his arms around her, Adrien hummed quietly. “What is it?”

“Take me on a date. Next Saturday, in the park, after your piano recital. I’ll bring the pastries,” Marinette said as she returned his hug.

“I’ll bring the flowers,” Adrien said happily.

Marinette felt her heart swell as he kissed her hair and held her closer to him.

“I’m so happy it’s you,” he whispered into her ear.

“Me, too,” she confided. “I’m so happy. I don’t think Chat Noir could be anyone else.”

A camera flash went off in her eyes as she lifted her head.

Ladybug pushed herself away from Adrien and spun him around so he could see the problem.

“Alya!” she gasped. “What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t returning any of my calls, girl,” she said, putting a hand on her hip. “All you did was send one text panicking about how Adrien knows who you are now. Listen, all of Paris knows that you were planning to visit Adrien after school. You guys are lucky it’s just me who showed up. I was expecting there to be at least a dozen camera crews here already.”

“Hold on a minute,” Adrien said, scrunching his eyebrows. “Do you know?”

Alya hesitated, her gaze wandering from Adrien back to Ladybug.

“She does,” Ladybug said, wrapping her arms around herself. “Alya knows. I’m so sorry, but I had to tell someone!”

“Ma—Ladybug was basically having a panic attack when she told me,” Alya said, defending her friend to Adrien. “It only happened because she needed the support, and she couldn’t see another way. She hadn’t been planning to reveal her identity to me, or you for that matter.”

“Trust me, I know she wasn’t,” Adrien said. “I only figured out who she was because of a weird coincidence, actually.”

“Oh? And here I thought it was obvious,” Alya commented. “We’re lucky you covered for our girl, or all of Paris would have figured it out from that confession. Which you had better have accepted, by the way, or I will have Chat Noir cataclysm you for me.”

“Oh-h, you will?” Adrien asked in a strangled voice.

Ladybug laughed nervously. “Well, we won’t be needing that, Alya! He said yes.”

“Good,” Alya said, folding her arms with a smile. “I’m so proud of you, girl! You finally faced your fears and confessed to Adrien. And see where it got you!”

Ladybug grinned at her friend, but as Plagg reappeared behind Alya’s head and zipped back into Adrien’s pocket while she wasn’t looking, she remembered something important.

“Actually, Alya... there’s another reason that threatening Adrien with Chat Noir wouldn’t work. Right, Adrien?” She looked up at him imploringly, hoping that he got the message. You don’t have to tell her, but we need to think of something to say!

Adrien cleared his throat. “Oh, yeah! Are you sure it’s okay for her to know that, though?”

Marinette shrugged. Telling Alya would be simpler than trying not to act like she was in love with Chat Noir or coming up with some explanation of her sudden turn to polyromanticism. It also carried a large danger with it, but she’d proved herself to be capable of handling it before.

Alya was frowning as she looked between Adrien and Ladybug.

“What’s going on, Marinette?” she asked quietly.

Adrien twisted the silver ring on his finger. “I’m Chat Noir,” he said, watching Alya’s reaction closely.

She blinked twice, then adjusted her glasses as she peered at him. Plagg peeked out from Adrien’s shirt pocket, and her jaw fell open.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed. “You really are him! I totally called it!”

“What?”

Ladybug flushed. “You put a filter on a photo of him one time as a joke, Alya. That does not count as calling it.”

Alya grinned. “Was it a joke? Or was it my awesome reporter skills coming in handy? Because I seem to remember you being the one who thought it was a joke.”

Adrien smirked at Alya. “But you didn’t guess who Ladybug was, right? I did,” he bragged. “Back during Kwamibuster. Of course, my lady was clever enough to cover her tracks, but I knew there was a reason Multimouse looked so cute!”

Ladybug let out a squeak, which made Alya smile.

“You didn’t tell me about using the Mouse! I bet you looked adorable,” Alya said, and Adrien nodded his agreement.

“You should have been there! It was the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It wasn’t that impressive,” Ladybug said, wishing the fire in her cheeks would cool down. “I just did what I had to do.”

“She’s so humble, too,” Adrien said, looking at her with a smile. “My heart never stood a chance.”

Ladybug spluttered and hid her face in her hands as Alya laughed good-naturedly.

“Well, since you’re safe from the paparazzi, I think I’ll leave you two alone now so you can keep talking. You should probably keep an eye open, though. Oh, and if you ever want to formally announce your relationship as Ladybug and Chat Noir? You know where to find me,” she said with a wink.

“Thank you, Alya,” Adrien said politely. “We’ll think about it later, once we figure all the details out.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else. All right, then, Alya out!”

With a cheeky salute, she turned and walked toward the wall around the mansion, which she scaled with an ease that would have sparked the opposite feeling in M. Agreste had he been there to see it.

“Alya was right about the press, you know,” Adrien said casually as Ladybug watched the spot Alya had disappeared from. “If you want, we could go somewhere else to talk. There’d be less of a chance of causing a scandal.”

“I think you mean causing another scandal,” Ladybug sighed. “You’re both right, of course, a press intrusion is the last thing we need right now. Still, it could always be worse! I might have messed up my confession, but I was lucky enough to have— well, you. You’ve always got my back, kitty.”

“You and me against the world,” Adrien said in agreement. “I think I got lucky, too. Until recently, dating you seemed like an unattainable dream. And yet, here we are,” he said, lifting her hand for a kiss. “I finally get to be with the love of my life.”

Ladybug couldn’t stop a smile from blooming on her face as she gazed back at Adrien warmly.

“And I, mine,” she said, her breath tangling with his as she moved closer. “I love you, Adrien Agreste.”

He didn’t need to say anything back as he leaned closer and wrapped her in his arms.

The kiss said more than enough.

#ladrienjune2023 #ml fanfic #ladrien #rosie-b writing #identity reveal #miraculous ladybug #takes place after in season 4 after gang of secrets and glaciator 2 #the ending tried sooo hard to turn into marichat but i managed to keep it ladrien

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flightfoot · 8 months

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Got the craving for a specific kid of fic and knew you'd probably be the best person to ask for recommendations! I'd really like to see some fics of Alya recontextualizing all of her interactions with Marinette/Ladybug after Gang of Secrets, since we didn't get to see that in the show.

(Especially stuff like "How did Marinette set up a Ladybug interview with Alya?" and "Holy crap Lila has been claiming to be Ladybug's best friend since day one but I'M her best friend, and that's why Marinette has been calling her a liar!")

Yeah I've got a few!

Inferiority Complex by CartoonBee

Alya, after finding out her best friend is Ladybug finds herself feeling small and insignificant in comparison. Luckily, her boyfriend understands.

learning to bare her soul by Heyguysitsme

Marinette revealed the truth to Alya, but after such a long time of keeping secrets, she still struggles to fully open up.

My Best Friend is Ladybug by MikeXeno

Marinette's confession risked changing everything between her and Alya. But how much will really change? (Note: It is necessary to watch the episode "Gang of Secrets" before reading this story.)

#ask #ml fanfic rec #miraculous ladybug #gang of secrets #alya cesaire #marinette dupain cheng

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Steddiemas Day One

December 1st - Deck the Halls

Buying and decorating a tree, decorating the house, hanging lights, mistletoes, holiday display wars, etc.

@steddiemas

Going to do my best to write/draw some fun things for these but this first prompt matched really well with a recent fic of mine If it's Just till St. Patrick's Day

(I understand since it's not *new* it may not get reblogged)

2023 RedLegumes Steddiemas 1 2 3 4 5 6 10 SteddieHolidayDrabbles 1 2 3 4 6 8 9 10

⍋↟⍋⋆꙳•̩❅‧͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⍋↟⍋ The end of November crept up sooner than Eddie'd expected. Anyone around and available was invited to go tree cutting with the Byers. It was a whole thing involving saws, a Christmas tree farm, and copious amounts of hot chocolate. Eddie got some cut greenery himself, with the thought that it wouldn’t hurt to have a little solstice spirit.

After what felt like an impossible task, finding a tree that Will, El, and Joyce all liked (Hopper and Max being the indifferent parties), they finally chose one. After all of Max's sass and sarcasm, wandering the hillside for the perfect pine, she and Lucas were elected tree cutters. They both came away sticky with sap and the others promptly stuck crap they found to them. They ended up covered in pine needles, old receipts, and candy bar wrappers much to everyone else's amusement. Hopper, Eddie, and Steve hauled the tree back down to the farm's outpost to be wrapped and strapped to the roof of their SUV.

Eddie knew his arrangement with Steve wasn't one they necessarily wanted to share with the family. It was frankly, a bit more sexual than he wanted to explain. Steve had mentioned something similar on Black Friday. But Eddie had always been flirty with Steve… Stopping now would be suspicious, he thought smugly. So Eddie stayed flirty and found himself rewarded. Passing cocoa, brushing hands, getting tugged back into the trees for chocolatey tasting kisses... Eddie felt full of crackling fire that Steve kept building.

Mature after the cut - Explicit on AO3 ノ¬‿¬ ノ ⋆꙳•̩❅‧͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

Steve had driven, and there was an understanding that they were headed back to his place that night. Eddie hopped in the passenger's seat after 'goodbyes' and profuse 'thank yous' to the Byers-Hopper fam for including them. It was a bit of a drive to get back to Hawkins, part of why they had 'carpooled’ together.

When they got on the road again, Eddie began to fiddle with the stereo, and Steve staunchly insisted on no Christmas music until December officially began the next day.

Eddie held his hands up off the console in surrender. "Wasn't gonna baby girl.”

After a long drive with Eddie and Steve approved tunes, they reached Steve's place. He pulled the Beemer into a detached garage not far from what appeared to be the home it belonged to. Eddie followed Steve out of the garage as he closed the door behind them. They used the stairs on the outside of the building to climb up and enter Steve's 'studio' apartment above. Steve entered first and briefly stood awkwardly at the door while Eddie walked in. Looking around, Eddie was just thankful the bathroom had a door. There was a small fridge, stovetop, and microwave with some cabinets along the back wall that counted as the ‘kitchen.’ The sad excuse for a kitchenette very much looked to have been slapped together and attached to that wall as an afterthought. There was no way the small shower/toilet space was up to any sort of building code either.

Eddie looked around, and while Steve appeared to have kept it clean it was… "So fucking ugly."

"Yeah. Apparently the owner finished this space as a room for his son when he was a teen." Steve ran a hand over the plaid wallpaper. "That was in the 80s. Guy left it exactly as his son had it." Steve's smile looked forlorn. "But it was furnished and cheap and wasn't the back of my car. So…" Steve gestured around the space.

Eddie kissed her on the cheek and poked around while Steve took off her boots and jacket. He saw a few femme pieces that hung in the open wardrobe, a couple of tops and way in back what looked like a sundress. Eddie felt as though his heart strings had been directly tugged, and hard at that.

He turned back to look at her, sitting on the bed, watching him. Her hair brushed her shoulders, all bounce and shine. She is such a sun kissed babe… Eddie already thought Steve was beautiful. One hundred percent Earth angel vibes. Now why the fuck am I wandering around when I could be wrapped around her right now? He kicked off his own shoes by the door and shrugged off his coat, onto the floor. Eddie waltzed over, straddled her legs, and sat onto Steve’s lap. He kissed her with the fire burning in him still. The fire they built up that evening from all those small touches out in the crisp, piney air.

Steve worked her hands up under Eddie's shirt and touched all the scars he never did. She worked the shirt off, over his head, and began kissing his chest. She rested her lips against his nipple before pausing and looking back up at him. Big brown eyes through long lashes.

"Christ, baby. What's that look supposed to mean?"

"Mmmm just wondering how sensitive your nipples are. Do you like them played with?"

"Angel, I'll get 'em pierced for you if you like, just don't stop kissing me?" He already ached to have her keep going. Steve batted her eyelashes and licked his nipple. Her tongue was pointed as she played with the hard tip. Circling and practically flicking it. "Fuck," Eddie murmured. It was definitely working for him. Steve seemed to like his response as she lightly sucked it, carefully setting her teeth on his nip to pull back gently. He moaned, and she bucked up against him. So this is turning her on too.

"Can you take me tonight gorgeous," she asked.

"I can try…" Eddie hesitated. He wasn't prepped to bottom, but Steve hadn't seemed to care that much before…

Steve read it on his face. She laid a hand on Eddie’s cheek. “You can go do whatever you think you need, but I don't… um don't worry about being… ah, pristine?"

Eddie giggled and got up off her lap. "I don't think anyone has ever called me pristine, princess. But I'll be back with you in a minute."

He watched her blush deepen when he said princess. She seems to really like the right gendered terms. Good to know. He did a quick clean in Steve's terribly tight bathroom and came back out to see her standing, waiting for him. Nude. She held a condom up.

Eddie bit his lip. "You're negative."

"Yes."

"And I trust you."

"Sounds like a question.” Steve laughed and shook her head. "It's not a problem."

Eddie stared longer at the circular package. "Wait." He walked over to her and relieved her of the prophylactic, tossing it onto the nearby desk. "I want to, bare."

Steve's eyes widened a little as their arms worked around one another. They pulled each other in closely, chest to chest. "I've never been in without one."

"Even girls?"

"Especially girls," Steve chuckled.

Eddie took in a deep breath and pulled out of Steve’s embrace. He began to strip the clothes he still had on. “That's a perk to this whole exclusive hookup deal right? So let's go for it.” Eddie bent over, braced on the bed. “Like this okay?"

Steve’s eyes raked over him, slack jawed. “Uh, yeah. If you’re comfortable?”

Eddie laughed. “I don’t want you to comfort me angel. I want you to fuck me.”

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potter-pavlikovsky-popchyk · 1 year

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okay not to be THAT raging queer, but...

am i the only mf-er out here just totally lost as to the lack of content that is Dionysus/Henry centered?!?! I mean, I see nothing.. is that NOT a thing?!?! i mean the god Dionysus is a queer fuckin icon and Henry’s like obsessed, SAYS HE SEENT HIM (even if he didn’t fr, shh) and lost himself... and yall lil queer horndogs didn’t thiiink hmmmm... the fun to be had here?!?!!?!?? dude blacked out and murdered, AFTER THE ORGY RITUALS OF COURSE, and we just nooooot, as a collective, going to make this a thing?!!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!

I for one am upset with you all for the time being and will be sitting in the corner studying for the forceable future, as Henry would, to hopefully invoke someone to be possessed by the spirit of Dionysus (inside Henry) and make some content for me to come back onto. *HUMPH* whenever that might be. *humph*

#gotta do everything myself around here #this fandom is a fucking nightmare *crawls ontop of fridge because the gangs branishing knives @me high af*#brandishing #lol i aint fixing that fast type.#deal with it #humph #this house is a fucking nightmare #lgbt ships #tsh fanfic #tsh fic #tsh fanart #henry winter fanart #the secret history #the secret history fic #the secret history fanfic #the secret history fanart #MAKE IT HAPPEN YALL #PLSSSSSS #iiiiii neeeeeed iiiiiit!!!!

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I know you probably have a million rec lists you’re working on but I am wondering if you have any fics you’ve read since writing your rec lists that you would want to add to your existing lists? Or would you just make a part 2 for them in that case.

Ooh, anon, this is a great question! I usually don't add to my lists after they're posted, even if I come across a fic that would be perfect for it. (Although I will curse my luck to find the fic after posting lol) These days I don't do a lot of self-directed rec lists, since I get so many asks, so I haven't done any part 2s in a while.

The rec list I would most want to update/redo would be Season 4 Angst.

See, when I'm making my lists, I start them in my drafts and add to them over time. I don't add immediately when I'm reading. Usually I email myself fics, but previously I would sometimes copy and paste the fics into a word doc.

This turned out to be a mistake. Because...when I was doing the Season 4 Angst rec list...I forgot to include all the fics I had in my word doc. WHOOPS!

I felt so bad when I realized, but it'd already been reblogged a bunch, so it felt too late to change it.

So, kind anon, I'm going to take advantage of this ask to share the fics I wanted to then! (As well as a few more I’ve found since.) Not all of these are angsty, so this can be a general Season 4 rec list to supplement the angst one 😁

ours, always. By @theanxiouscupcake

Chat Noir knows this is not a regular patrol when he arrives to their spot. She's pacing up and down, muttering to herself, occasionally tugging at her pigtails. When he lands on the roof, she looks up, startled and as her eyes take him in, she jumps at him to swathe him into the tightest she’s ever given him.

“I- I swear, I didn’t mean to,” she says softly. “I- I mean I did, but I didn’t plan to do it! We were just- Everyone was so upset with me, and I couldn’t take it anymore, minou, a-and I…”

He tries to hug her again in reassurance, but she pushes away, eyes scrunched shut as she words burst out of her. “ I told my best friend I’m Ladybug.”

One-shot. This fic is, I think, what we all wanted after Gang of Secrets. That is to say, Ladybug actually TELLING Chat that she revealed her identity to someone else. And it hurts, and Chat is clearly hurt, and he’s allowed to be, but also Ladybug isn’t made out to be wrong or bad. It’s just this real portrayal of how that could have gone (how it should have gone).

The Break (My Broken Bones are Mending) by MoonlightShines

“I can’t believe you broke your ankle!” Alya bemoaned for the hundredth time. She fluffed the pillow underneath Marinette’s bad leg.

Marinette threw her head back on her bed with a drawn out groan. “I know!”

“Girl, what are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know!”

One-shot. The premise of this one is a little ridiculous with Marinette breaking her ankle, and then her and Alya deciding that she can continue to be Ladybug and maybe no one will notice. Needless to say...Chat notices. And proceeds to be sweet as can be because of course he does. And the whole thing is just so sweet and I loved the ending!

The Sun is In Your Eyes by @deinde-prandium

The morning after they’ve revealed their identities to one another, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a much-needed talk. Post-season 4.

One-shot. Oh man, I love this fic a ridiculous amount. We get post-reveal pre-relationship in the aftermath of all of season 4′s angst and it’s beautiful!! Chat trying to hold back because he doesn’t want to pressure her, but his feelings haven’t changed, of course they haven’t. And Marinette’s learned that her partner is the boy she loves and she’s afraid but they actually talk to each other and it’s absolutely beautiful!!!

they took the crown, but it’s alright by welcomedistraction

it doesn't surprise her that she falls for him in that moment. it only surprises her how long it took in the first place.

Two-shot. We all saw the way Ladybug looked at Chat at the end of Strike Back. Here we have the aftermath of Ladybug realizing her feelings for her partner, which leads to a sweet mix of angst and fluff, and an eventual identity reveal. It’s a sweet fic!

Build You Up by @coffeebanana

After the events of Risk and Strike Back, showing up to school and acting like nothing had changed feels wrong. Adrien doesn't want to be there, listening to the fears and criticisms of his classmates. Worrying about Ladybug. Trying not to let his doubts consume him.

But it turns out there's someone else who might want to be there even less than him. And maybe the answer to his problems has been sitting behind him in class all along.

One-shot. My absolute favourite post-season 4 fic! Like, this is EXACTLY the fic that I needed after watching Strike Back. It’s so, so good and there’s an identity reveal and I don’t want to spoil it, but this fic is gorgeous and you should definitely read it if you haven’t already! (And if you have, well, consider this an excuse to read it again!)

Off the Mark by @buggachat

Ever since Nino's (frankly embarrassing) akumatization into Rocketear, Chat Noir's behavior had taken a strange and sudden turn in the presence of Carapace, and Nino could only think of one possible explanation:

Chat Noir hated him.

Somehow, Adrien didn't seem to agree.

One-shot. This is adrino (can be read platonically) not love square but it’s so, so good. As you all may have realized by now, I’m an absolute sucker for misunderstandings, and I’ve been desperate for good fic dealing with the aftermath of Rocketear since it came out. And this is just SPECTACULAR! Nino doesn’t understand why Adrien’s so bothered, but of course it’s clear to us as readers, and it’s finally resolved so beautifully omg I love this fic!!!

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ml fic #ml fic rec #ladynoir #adrino #prpr #ml love square #ml season 4 #ml strike back #ml gang of secrets #ml rocketear #jennarecsml

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bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue · 1 year

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E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Oh! Oh!!!

Is it time to bring back The Gatsby Gang Storms Area 51?!?!

I THINK IT’S TIME TO BRING BACK THE GATSBY GANG STORMS AREA 51.

I wrote it for the lovely @ask-the-great-gatsby and others in the Gatsby fandom back when I was but a wee lass of fifteen. It was absolutely cracked-out and stupid, but I loved it and had a lot of fun writing it! (And it turned out to be pretty popular—it’s in my Top 5 fics on AO3 for both hits and kudos!)

What makes it even better is that this isn’t just my most cracky/hilarious contribution to the Great Gatsby fandom, it’s also my ONLY contribution to the Great Gatsby fandom (besides some cartoony art and helping the proliferation of the #yeet Tom into the sun tag). In the height of my Gatsby obsession, I had lots of ideas for fanfic and wrote the beginnings of several. But the only one I finished, and published, and that saw the light of day? This one.

I could also mention that both fics I’ve written for the Secret History fandom—Aristotle’s Theory of Angry Birds and the multi-chapter A Dire Contagion—are absolutely ridiculous crack. I haven’t added to A Dire Contagion for a while, but maybe I should resuscitate it! And I haven’t really written anything super cracky for Cowboy Bebop yet…maybe it’s time to change that? 👀

[Fandom Alphabet Asks]

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ksspectacles · 1 year

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not my spellcheck suddenly deciding that when typing Geno i mean “Genoa” but only the second time. obviously i mean “Geno” the first time but not the second time.

#k says #k writes #undertale #geno #fanfic things #this is unrelated to the joining the gang series btw #it’s part of a christmas event (not the secret santas i’m doing but a 12 days type deal)#that i’m working on

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b-radley66 · 2 years

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Chapters: 28/32 Fandom: Chicago PD (TV), Bosch (TV), Spenser Series - Robert B. Parker, FBI (TV 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Burgess/Adam Ruzek, Adam Ruzek & Original Character, Kim Burgess & Original Character Characters: Kim Burgess, Adam Ruzek, Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton, Kevin Atwater, Hank Voight, Trudy Platt, Spenser (Spenser), Hawk (Spenser), Susan Silverman (Spenser), Mattie Sullivan (Spenser), Martin Quirk (Spenser), Lieutenant Healy (Spenser), Frank Belson (Spenser) (cameo), Lee Farrell (Spenser) (cameo), Rita Fiore (Spenser) (cameo), Henry Cimoli (Spenser) (cameo), Fix Farrell (Spenser) (cameo), Maddie Bosch, Harry Bosch, Tiffany Wallace (FBI) (cameo), Original Characters, Ruger|The Gray Man (Spenser), Makayla Ward Additional Tags: Case Fic, History, Politics, Intrigue, Love Rebuilding, Love explorations, Flirting, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship, parenting for the win, Honor, moral code, Family, Families of Choice, Unconventional Families, Unconventional Relationship, Adult Situations and Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant Series: Part 4 of Eddies: Jazz, Blues, and Poetry Summary:

“I think that when statesmen forsake their own private conscience for the sake of their public duties, they lead their country by a short route to chaos." - Sir Thomas More, A Man For All Seasons.

Or do they?

Kim Burgess, still wrestling with decisions—decisions about a possible side job, decisions about her relationship with Adam Ruzek, and about what’s best for her daughter Makayla, is drawn into a case of a violent assault on a young woman, that turns into a conspiracy that spans two cities and thirty years, starting on the other side of the world.

Adam Ruzek is struggling with questions of his own, especially after reeling from the betrayal of another father figure/mentor in Sal Ortiz.

Along the way, they will find new allies, new friends, and new adversaries. Kim will find a possible new way of raising a child, one that could work with whatever form her relationship takes with Adam. Adam will be exposed to a mentor who might show him that you can still have a code of honor, of right and wrong, without crossing lines you can’t uncross.

All while fighting for the original victim.

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