#i love how it plays out and i love marinettes expressions

[westywallowing]

my favorite scene redraw from S5E13: "Migration"

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug #luka couffaine #westy doodles #comic #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladybug and chat noir #YEAH SCENE REDRQW #i dunno this is just one of my favorite episodes!! and i love this scene so much #i love how it plays out and i love marinettes expressions #and just wanted to draw it in comic format! #first time drawing luka as well??? howd i do???? #also everybody lets PLEASE collectively ignore my gradeschool handwriting okay #i hate fiddling with text adder so i just write and i kind of hate it but we're dealing with it!! #mlb redraws

[miraculermarinette]

I really need to get this of my chest but here I go\

I always see those takes abt how "Luka is a diet Adrien" when in reality, it's the other way around1

Adrien's ""new"" personality is literally just Luka??

He does his best to make her feel comfortable, he doesn't want to pressure her and do things she might not enjoy. He literally does the Luka thing of expressing himself through a fucking song. That he has written himself. Because he's just that good in music (like writing good songs is hard? you gotta be talented or at least practice writing songs until you write one that's actually good???)

It's also a more selfish and possessive version of Luka's confession.

"The melody that no one else hears but me..."

1. That's demonstrably not true. Adrien KNOWS that at least three other guys have had a crush on Marinette -- Nino, Nathaniel, and Luka -- so acting like, "No one else notices or appreciates her great qualities but me" is so arrogant.

2. It once again (unintentionally) demonstrates that Adrien has a very possessive view of love. She can't just be a musical note or melody that exists for its own sake, she has to be one that ONLY HE can hear; only he can appreciate.

Luka compared her to a musical note or a melody, but never one that only he can hear, or play, or appreciate. He said, "You're the song that's been playing in my head since the day we met," true, but...

1. That's just a poetic way of saying, "I've been thinking about you since the day we met."

2. A song playing in your head is still a song that exists outside your head. "This song has been stuck in my head since I heard it on the radio" is a song that still exists out there for other people to enjoy. Often thinking about it doesn't mean the song is one that ONLY YOU can hear or understand.

Not only did Adrien copy Luka, but he copied him in a cheap and terrible way.

Adrien he took what was sweet, beautiful, private, and emotionally intimate about Luka's courtship and once again made it about HIS feelings; feelings of possession and ownership over a girl; grand public spectacle that puts her on the spot and pressures her to reciprocate but when she doesn't, SHE look like the heartless bad guy for "breaking his heart and humiliating him in front of all these people."

So miss me again with the "Luka is a diet Adrien" Bullshit!

It's also funny cause it's just saying that 'actually Luka is Marinette's perfect fit.

(sorry for it being to long)

EXACTLY

#^^ #YOU ACTUALLY PUT IT INTO WORDS ANON #adrien salt #thanks for the ask #anon #miraculous ladybug #ml salt #chat noir salt #lukanette

[beatrice1979a]

I belong to you alone (reverse Adrien / reverse Marinette)

I can't get enough of how cute (hilarious?) is to imagine flustered reverse Adrien following his Baker Girl everywhere trying to work the courage to express his feelings and failing miserably. Funny he has no issues roasting Shady-Ladybug when he wears the Paw Noir mask. I seriously think it's going to be a long road before they really figure themselves out.

I belong to you (Mon coeur s'ouvre a ta voix)

Love the piano here and I imagine Adrien getting out of his comfort zone and trying to channel his emotions in the song while offering to play the piano in the bakery/cafe.

The clarinette solo at the end used to be my ringtone for years. This song never fails to make me happy. Opera is one of my guilty pleasures... so the Samson and Dalila french part is the cherry on top.

How much pain has cracked your soul? How much love would make you whole? You're my guiding lightning strike

Ah! Réponds, réponds à ma tendresse Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse

I belong I belong to you alone

#claw noir #griffe noire #miraculous ladybug #miraculous paris #shadybug #shadyclaw #toxinelle #toxigriffe #reverse adrien #shadyclaw playlist #b's art #Youtube

[vera-deville]

Hi! Could you please write Luka Couffaine x fem. reader who has trouble talking about their feelings? Writes him letters, love poems or plays the drums for him because it's easier for her to show her feelings like that? Sorry for my English it is not my first language.

02/28/2023 - 03/29/2023

Pairing: Luka Couffaine x Reader

Word Count: 867

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of!

Gender: AFAB

In which Luka has a significant other who has a hard time expressing her feelings.

Luka Couffaine absolutely adored Y/N. The girl had captured his heart, mind, and soul, and he had no trouble expressing it. However, the same could not be said the other way around.

Other people labeled Y/N as someone cold and uncaring, but only a select few knew of her true nature - she simply could not express herself in the ways others would. And Luka understood completely.

Y/N had a small group of friends (most of whom had never even met each other, but knew the existence of). She wasn't one to stick to one particular friend group after all. A good friend was a good friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

And two of her very good friends were Juleka and Rose. Originally, Y/N had only Juleka (since she went to the same school as Luka), but quickly became acquainted with Rose as well. And for that, Y/N thanked whatever lucky stars she had.

The whole process of confessing to Luka was already gut-wrenchingly terrifying, seeing as she had no idea how to go about it, whether Luka would return her affections (even though Juleka said he would), and if she was actually dateable material.

But after the confession, a lot of her worries were put to rest. Luka was the sweetest boyfriend she could have asked for, and she was extremely grateful for having met him.

Luka was someone who was fairly affectionate (not like some of the couples she's seen walking in Paris being overly lovey-dovey), but he also never shied away from letting her know what was on his mind.

If there was a particular moment where Y/N was caught up doing something and was quite focused on it (such as homework), Luka would find himself simply staring at the girl, absolutely in awe of the work of art he had the honor of calling his girlfriend. (Yes, he's tried sneaking some photos of her when she wasn't looking).

And when he was caught, Y/N would ask, "what're you staring at?"

Only to be met with, "just caught up in the ethereal masterpiece in front me."

To which Y/N would feel her face heat up and a warm sort of buzz envelope her whole being. She'd become a little flustered and brush off his oh so charming and teasing self, but looking at him once more, she realizes every time that Luka wasn't teasing at that moment. He meant every word.

So when others meet her and find out she's in a relationship with Luka, they wonder how on Earth the relationship works. Luka was pretty well known and well-liked. But Y/N wasn't like that. She stayed to herself for the most part, and she'd never initiate any sort of PDA with her boyfriend.

And some of these people would take to whispering about this behind (or so they thought) Y/N's back.

She'd feel bad about it, but not to the point where she'd find herself spiraling down a rabbit hole of self-hate and whatnot. But that didn't stop her from wanting to improve. And what better way to improve than by asking two of her best friends?

"Aww, it's so cute that you want to be more lovey-dovey with Luka!" Rose gushed. Juleka had a slight smile on her face, finding the situation slightly humorous. The involved parties were her brother and one of her closest friends. How could she not be entertained? Especially when said close friend was going on a tirade vaguely reminiscent of Marinette's tirades about Adrien.

Rose suggested making a perfume for Luka, and Y/N thought that it was such a good idea that she'd probably do that for his birthday. "What if you write him a letter?" Juleka asked. Pondering over the idea, Y/N decided that it indeed was a good idea.

But what to write?

And so some amount of days passed, and Y/N finally ended up finishing her letter to Luka. It wasn't anything elegant or pretty or anything of the sort. It was goofy, filled with her typical sarcasm, and most importantly, it was heartfelt. Now, the only thing left was to actually give the letter to Luka.

Which was still quite hard surprisingly.

Y/N assumed that once the letter was finished, she'd just hand it over to the turquoise-haired boy and bada-bing bada-boom, romance!

Apparently it doesn't work like that.

Apparently you pour your heart out into the letter, but then you feel nervous to actually give the letter to your oh so accepting boyfriend.

But somehow Y/N pushed down her anxiety and gave the letter to Luka when they sat down after getting their ice cream. Opening it, Luka's face gradually morphed into one of extreme joy (and if Y/N didn't know any better, smugness), before he pressed a chaste kiss onto Y/N's cheek.

And from that day onwards, Y/N would (every once in a while) gift Luka letters, love poems, and even play the drums for him as means of physically showing her affection for him. It was their own little dynamic and some may have found it odd, but to them, it was perfect.

Author's Note: Once again, I'm really sorry for taking so long to complete this fic. I hope you enjoy it (if not, feel free to request again, since I honestly don't feel like I did my very best with this one).

I'm still in the middle of trying to find a specific fic format to stick to. I've tried looking at a bunch of other fanfic writers' profiles and the format they use to write their fics, but I'm still not 100% sure if what I'm doing right now is what I want to continue doing.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous ladybug oneshots #mlb oneshots #miraculous ladybug fluff #mlb fluff #fluff #romance #cute #love letters #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #luka couffaine x reader #luka x reader #reader #y/n #vera deville #the marchioness

[mc-lukanette]

Luka did his best to make certain of things. He never wanted to assume, nor get in anyone else's way. It wasn't because he was meek or passive, rather he was simply happy where he was and would rather gauge people's comfort first, seeing whether they wished to approach him first.

But he could also take a hint, and he'd smash every guitar he owned if he was wrong.

It started when Juleka had told them that Marinette had put more focus into her personal projects and gave away certain presents she'd been keeping in a chest. He hadn't been sure what caused the change, but guessed that it must've been some sort of epiphany or major life choice.

That alone wouldn't have affected Luka beyond being happier at seeing her happier, but then she began to approach him more. She sat next to him when he played, peered up at him with her eyes looking extra blue, and asked if she could come along to help whenever he went to get everyone drinks so they could keep going with their conversation. All the while, she would look absolutely happy.

He arrived at the Dupain-Cheng residence once to see her for a little creativity session, but the second Marinette's mother had called up that he'd arrived, there were rapid footsteps like she was moving around. He was encouraged to go up anyway, but he waited for all the noise to stop before opening the trapdoor.

He found Marinette sitting on her chaise lounge, one leg crossed over the other. She attempted to flip her hair - freed from her usual style - and only flinched slightly when it smacked her in the face. It was actually impressive how it was both clumsy and attractive of her.

Point being, she was blatantly gauging his interest in her, and Luka was indeed very interested.

He debated on what to do for a while. Asking her out was obvious, but he didn't have any experience. He'd been flirted with in school and confessed to once or twice, but he was never the one doing the pursuing, nor had he had a serious crush before Marinette.

He couldn't just do nothing though. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, a pleasant tingling sensation running through him at the thought of what that glowing face of hers might look like having fun on a date with him.

——

Luka arrived at the bakery, going through the side door as Marinette's friends were allowed to do in order to bypass the bakery itself. In his hand was a small, clear bag full of a few chocolate chip cookies he'd made.

While he was more used to cooking than baking, he knew that the actual quality wasn't important. Marinette loved using gifts and shows of effort as her way of expressing affection, which was what Luka set out to provide. He even caught himself smiling, thinking about them making horrible yet effort-filled presents for each other. They'd laugh about how silly they look, but ultimately keep each one.

He liked to think he wasn't an impatient person, but imagining the potential made him want to ask her out even more.

After ascending the stairs, Luka knocked on the trapdoor and called out, "Marinette?"

"Oh!" came a muffled voice from the other side. "Luka, you're here!"

There were some more shuffling noises, then a click as the trap door started to open. Marinette peered down at him with a smile, then gaped once he presented his gift.

"For me?"

He nodded, their fingers brushing as the tiny bag went from his hand to hers. She moved out of the way to let him in, Luka going into her room and taking a brief look around to see what she'd been up to. He could always feel her creativity spread through the room and it was one of his favorite things.

"Aw, they're so cute!" Marinette cooed, plopping down on her chaise lounge and raising the bag up to the light to admire it. "You made these?"

He nodded, though of course it was obvious that they weren't from a bakery. They were slightly misshapen and some had far more chocolate chips than others.

"Ohh, is this a flower from the Liberty?" she squealed, affectionately stroking the petals. "I almost don't want to eat any."

"Well—"

"I said almost," she huffed, already loosening the ribbon in protest. She took one cookie out, then retightened the ribbon to preserve the appearance.

Watching her, Luka warned, "They're probably not as sweet as the ones at the bakery."

"Please." She bit in and started chewing, only swallowing just enough to speak again. "I've had so many perfect sweets from my parents that all taste exactly the same. Give me imperfect ones any day."

He hummed, going over to sit down next to her. Though he wished to tell her that he’d make her as many as she wanted, he had to get past “step one” first. “Marinette?”

She'd just taken another bite, so she could only let out a grumble that she was listening.

Luka tapped his thigh in thought, mulling things over, then decided to just come out and ask, "...Are you doing anything on Saturday?"

It was her "free day" starting from when she'd tried to rearrange her life, but he figured he'd ask anyway. She dedicated it to "her time" usually, but had opened it up for him and only him on occasion. It was another - if not the - blatant hint.

Despite that, she pouted, squinting like she was trying to remember something. "Mmm, let me check..."

That was the second reason Luka had decided to ask her in her room: she kept her plans there. Marinette stood up, putting the rest of her cookie in her mouth, then wandered over to the center of her room so she could pull down her calendar and look at it. Her finger traveled across it to find the specific date, followed by a considerate tap.

She went to speak, but was delayed by the cookie still in her mouth. After swallowing, she admitted, "Oh, not yet, but I was planning to ask you out on a date then."

The atmosphere stilled, and so did Luka. He could see the moment Marinette realized what she'd said, her hand freezing in place on the calendar. He tried to say anything to comfort her, but what came out was more like a strangled laugh.

She beat me to playing the first note.

"W-wait! No!" Marinette turned, throwing her arms up and rambling, "I didn't mean—I mean, I did mean, but I didn't mean to do it now! My timing was off, you deserve better than that, and—"

"Yes," he interrupted the moment he could calm himself.

She paused, staring at him as if repeating the past few seconds in her head, then asked, "Yes that my timing was off, or yes that you deserve better than that... or both?"

"Yes, I'd love to go out on a date with you," he clarified, beaming up at her. Standing, he approached to be closer to her. "I was about to ask you out anyway."

"You—you—!" She gasped, jumping up excitedly and grabbing hold of his jacket. "Then yes! I want to go out with you too! I wanted to go out with you forever!" She tugged up and down on the fabric, still buzzing with energy, but halted at the realization, "Wait, but if I asked you and you asked me, does that mean we go out on two dates then?"

She was too cute. He wasn't sure if he could wait for Saturday, which suddenly seemed so far away.

"What about now?"

She tilted her head at him, curious. "Now?"

"Are you busy?"

She stepped away in contemplation, tapping her chin. "Mm... no? I think I finished everything I wanted to do." However, she pointed at him with a stern expression, apparently taking this situation extra seriously. "But, we'll have to go in sync down the stairs, or my parents will hear that we're both going somewhere. They won't be able to stop taking pictures of us!"

Luka weighed that in his mind, noting, "I could use a new wallpaper for my phone."

"L-Luka! You wouldn't!" Marinette shouted, blushing red at the mere mental image.

Their date today also suddenly seemed so far away.

#queuekanette #lukaneventte: No Context November #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

[adrinoir]

I LOVE Felix and Kagami together so, so much

I feel like it just makes sense.

At first, Felix’s intentions seemed really unclear - all of them, not only the ones he had for Kagami - but he’s already proving he means well. His character arc has been fantastic.

His ways of showing he cares are definitely weird and used to come across as possibly ill-intentioned and all for himself. But, I feel like Kagami has brought out a really good side in Felix, one that has made him express his emotions and true intentions clearly.

Like, prior to Pretension (I think it was?), Felix only showed love for his mom and the slightest bit for Adrien by taking his place in leaving Paris for the modeling gig. Other than that, he acted very conniving, like he was some sort of villain seeking out the peacock miraculous for his own benefit, not caring if he hurt the heroes in return.

But, suddenly, he meets Kagami and he’s like I LOVE YOU AND MUST PROTECT YOU AT ALL COSTS. And Kagami falls for him so quickly in return.

The fact that he’s made it his thing to “kidnap” Kagami, take her away from her apartment room so they can sneak off together is precious. I feel like that is very on brand for him.

Also, he told opened up to Kagami about him and Adrien being sentibeings (insane that this is now 100% canon!!) and let her help tell the story to Marinette in his weird little play. Amazing. I love it when people can be vulnerable like that with people, it shows how deeply they love and care about that person.

They kiss so much too?! Like YES. PLEASE. The romance and chemistry between them is alive and well!!

#representation was an INCREDIBLE episode #tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculers #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily #kagami tsuguri #feligami #argos #ml argos #ml representation #ml spoilers #ml season 5 #ml season 5 spoilers

[theerurishipper]

Honestly... Why does Chat Noir love Ladybug? Even to the end of season 5 I'm just sat here wondering because what qualities is he seeing in her that just made him fall so hard when the things she's pulled in the show would just I don't know make me dislike her lol is that why he fell for her alter ego Marinette even though they barely know each other because she's everyday Ladybug ? I don't like to hate but it sucks that like they really don't know shit about each other when it comes to their personal lives.

To me if I were to be blunt. I don't have any psychology background just guessing I think people look for a partner that heavily is inspired by their homelife and parents relationship. Maybe Adrien or whatever wants Gabriel approval and is just projecting what he goes through on her and that why he caters because she's validates him. Or maybe he just unconsciously seeks a toxic relationship because he's never had a proper dad at home. Marinette basically became a second GABRIEL. Whenever Adrien DARES to be emotional (often as Chat Noir) she cannot handle it, but when he's a submissive people pleaser who pushes down his own needs for hers, he becomes the ideal partner that she would rather keep.

It's why I'm weird about their love story because I don't count it as one. I think they aren't fit to be together even when the whole show tries to shove it down my throat.

As far as the first few seasons are concerned, Adrien loves Ladybug because she is someone who values and supports him unconditionally. When he goes out as Chat Noir, he is playing a character made of everything he is not allowed to express in his daily life because of his father. And Ladybug accepts these less than perfect traits, she encourages and uplifts him and she cares for him unconditionally. And yeah, he does project his relationship with his father onto their relationship as well, but Ladynoir is largely about breaking his misconception about needing to earn others' love and is about Adrien realizing that he deserves unconditional love. Ladybug's role is essentially to be the antithesis of Gabriel, and that's largely how it was portrayed in Seasons 1-3.

The whole problem started in Season 4, when Ladybug started to behave like Gabriel, by lying, keeping secrets, and manipulating Adrien, essentially pushing him away and not considering him before making decisions that affect him. Honestly, you've said it so well yourself here:

Marinette basically became a second GABRIEL. Whenever Adrien DARES to be emotional (often as Chat Noir) she cannot handle it, but when he's a submissive people pleaser who pushes down his own needs for hers, he becomes the ideal partner that she would rather keep.

And despite this, they keep trying to tell us that Adrien and Marinette are so perfect for each other. Sorry, I don't see it anymore.

Thank you for your ask!

#ML Salt #ML Writing Salt #ML Writers Salt #Marinette Salt #Meta #My meta #Asks #Ladynoir conflict

[justsomewritingblog]

Unrequited Love (Part 2)

Request:  None

Requested By:  Nobody

Pairing:  Adrian/Cat Noir x reader (unreciprocated)

Summary:  Y/n gets to know people.

Warnings:  None?  Jealousy?

A/N:  Repost!

Word Count:  1K+

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It was lunch period, and everyone had taken their seats.  Y/n was sitting in the corner, with her empty lunch tray sitting on the table before her.  She was sketching some more.  Y/n let out a huff, drawing (wink wink) a blank.

She stared down at the page before her, hoping it held answers.  She heard a throat clear.

“Mind if I sit here?”

She didn’t look up, figuring the voice was talking to someone else.  The voice tried again.

“Y/n?  Right?”

Her head shot up and her e/c orbs stared into green ones.  She placed a hand on her chest in question.  “You’re talking to me?”

The boy laughed.  “Of course.”

Her face burned as she moved her things, making room for the friendly man.  He took a seat, and began to eat as she stared at him in shock.  His eyes darted to hers.

“I-I’m sorry.”  She apologized.  “It’s just that…..nobody wants to talk to me usually.”

The boy gave her a sad smile.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t look very inviting….I guess.”  She added with a shrug.  The boy smiled.

“They’ll never know if they don’t give it a chance.”  He advised.  She smiled at his kind words.  He stuck out his hand.

“I’m Adrien.”

Y/n smiled, taking his hand in hers.

“Yes, I know.  I’m Y/n.”

Adrien smiled back as well.  “I know.”

“Well, I know that you know.  I was introduced in class.”  She countered.  Adrien smiled.

“Nice ring, by the way.”  She complimented.  His eyes widened a little bit.

“Thank you.  Are you new around here?”  He asked, trying to change the conversation.

“Kind of.  I’ve been here a month or so, trying different schools.”

“That must suck.”

“It does.  But it’s alright.  Seeing as I don’t talk to people, I don’t get attached, so it doesn’t bother me.”

Adrien frowned, resisting the urge to say something.  Y/n became nervous, and started fiddling with her pencil.  Adrien’s eyes glanced down, seeing movement, and noticed the sketch she was working on.  He smiled, seeing a conversation.

“You like to draw?”

Y/n looked up.  “Yeah.  There’s something bugging me about this piece, though.”  She turned the sketchpad towards him, and he observed it.

There was a building, with a few in the backdrop.  There was an open window with music notes floating into the air.  A small tree sat in the small yard, enclosed with a gate.

“Okay, what’s bothering you?”  He asked.

“Well, I can’t figure out what instrument I want being played, and by whom.”  She clarified.  Adrien nodded, understanding.

“What instruments do you like?”  He inquired, trying to be helpful.

“I like the piano.  It’s one of the nicest sounding ones.”  She paused.  “That’s how I feel, anyway.”

Adrien smiled.  “I get it.  I play the piano.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  Do you play any instruments?”

Y/n shook her head.  “No.  I tried the piano for like, a month before quitting.”

“You quit?”

She nodded.

“Why?”

“To be perfectly honest, I can’t recall.”  She confessed, pinching her eyebrows together.  Adrien smiled.

“Well, I think you’re a very good artist.”

Y/n felt her cheeks burn as she bowed her head, hiding behind her curtain of hair.

“Thank you.”  She mumbled.  Adrien smiled at the shyness.

“If you want……I could try to teach you how to play the piano….if you’ll teach me how to draw.”  He offered.  Y/n’s head shot up, eyes wide, and a surprised expression on her face.

“Really?  You’d do that?  For me?”

He nodded.

“But why?  You don’t know me.”  She defended.

“I want to.”  He countered, sticking out his hand.

“What do ya say, friend?”

Y/n had never smiled so wide in her entire life.  She took his hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Friend.” ��She repeated.

~Meanwhile~

Marinette groaned.

“Marinette, chill out.  He’s being friendly to the new girl.  Isn’t that partly why you admire him so much?”  Alya asked.  Marinette groaned again.

“I hate it when you’re right.”  She mumbled into her arms, folded onto the table.  Alya smiled, shaking her head.

“But what if he falls in love with her?  That means he won’t fall in love with me, which means I’ll be heartbroken.  I’ll grow up all alone, with no three kids, no hamster, and probably become a crazy-cat-lady, or a hermit.  I’ll die old, and alone, with no one there for me.  I think I may faint!”  Marinette managed to get out in a single breath.

“Girl, you have to relax.  You remember that Miss Bustier told us to try to get to know her, right?”

“Yeah.  So?”

“Soo.  When Adrien leaves, go talk to her.  Try to get some information, if you’re that worried.  Although, frankly I don’t see the point.”

“Easy for you to say.  At least you have Nino.”  She looked back over at Adrien and Y/n.  They were smiling, and chatting.  Marinette buried her head in her arms.

“It’s over.  I’m through.”  She muttered, hopelessly.  Alya rolled her eyes and shoved Marinette over.  Marinette stumbled forward, nearly reaching the table.  She would have made it, if not for the seating design.  She tripped over a chair, falling to the ground in an uncomfortable position.  Y/n and Adrien turned, upon hearing the ruckus.  They quickly stood to their feet, rushing toward the clumsy girl.  They both extended a hand, ready to help her stand.  The girl looked up.  Her eyes widened as they locked onto Adrien’s.  Her eyes spaced out slightly, making her look like she was in a daze.  Y/n noticed this and frowned, retracting her hand slightly.

“Marinette?”  Adrien asked, trying to get her attention.  Oh, he had it alright.

“Y-y-yes?”  She answered.

“You okay?”  He inquired.  She nodded hastily, taking his hand and helping herself up.  Y/n looked at her own ignored hand and retracted it, resting it down by her side.  Marinette and Adrien looked at each other for a moment.  Though to Y/n, it felt like an eternity.  She quirked an eyebrow, sick of this already.  Suddenly a girl jogged over.  She wore glasses, and had dark brown hair, that turned red farther down.

“You alright, girl?”  She asked Marinette.  The girl in question made a noise that Y/n wasn’t even sure was English.  The boy that sat next to Adrien this morning ran over as well.

“Dude, you alright?”  He asked.  Marinette seemed to have found her voice.

“Yes.  Thanks, Nino.”  She responded.  Noticing that everything was under control, Y/n backed up a couple steps, stuffed her things into her bag, returned her empty tray, and left.

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A/n:  Repost!

#MLB #ML #Miraculous Ladybug #OC #Adrien Agreste #Chat Noir #Cat Noir #My works #Mara's works #My Imagines #Mara's imagines

[lady-de-mon-coeur]

(There's) A Cat in My Room

AO3 link

Rated G. Language: English. 1,091 words.

Summary:

Chat Noir was the last person Marinette expected to see in her room at this time. Yet here he was, clutching at her for dear life and telling her how much he loved her. What on earth was happening?

The Representation almost reveal reimagined.

Stretching her sore limbs, fatigued after sleeping on the classroom floor, and wiping her puffy tears-swollen eyes, Marinette tried to gather her thoughts.

Despite having been so devastated the night before, all Marinette felt right now was strong determination filling her up.

Now she knew everything she needed to defeat Monarch.

She can do it. Adrien will be free. His father won't hurt his son or any of the Parisians ever again. This nightmare was nearing its end.

The only thing that was left to do before that was to take care of the akuma Chat Noir had captured the night before while she was busy watching the play starring Félix and Kagami.

***

Just when she put her graduation party dress back into the wardrobe and was about to transform, her skylight suddenly clicked, and a familiar figure came into her view.

"Chat Noir?" She asked, her eyes wide.

Yes, it was him. The person she least expected to see in her room at this time.

Chat Noir stared at her for a moment, a very odd expression in his eyes she'd never seen on him before—as if he were terminally ill, and she was the only person who was able to heal him.

The next second, he took a step forward and grabbed her in a tight embrace.

"I love you to pieces, Marinette," he whispered into her hair, pressing her to his chest, and Marinette let out a muffled gasp upon sensing his erratic heartbeat through the leather superhero suit. "I missed you so badly."

Marinette was so overwhelmed that she let him do it, but her head was buzzing with questions.

What on earth was happening? It didn't make any sense.

Yes, she knew that Chat Noir used to have a thing for her civilian self, but she was sure he wasn't being serious. Besides, he seemed to get over her a while ago, dating another girl whom he seemed to adore so much.

Yet here he was, clutching at her for dear life and whispering words of love.

Why did he come here out of nowhere to preach his love to her?

"I thought you forgot me.".

"I'd never forgotten you, Marinette. I never gave up on you. You're always here in my heart." He whispered, squeezing his arms around her.

The flashbacks of the recent past started popping up in Marinette's memory.

Chat Noir handing her the magical charm for recently de-akumatized Kagami. That was their first encounter after that memorable night.

The way he was gazing devouringly at her. The way he avoided letting his hand linger in hers, as if it were a white-hot iron. The way he smiled languidly at her. The way his eyes flickered longingly down to her lips.

The meaning of all this was completely lost on her back then. But now the realisation struck her.

He didn’t get over her.

She should have understood. He wasn't being too subtle, after all.

Somehow, the whole situation reminded her of the nightmare she once had, with her partner showing up dressed in white and suggesting that they should tie the knot. Marinette did her best to push that memory to the farthest back of her mind.

"What about your g— Wait, what's that? Chat Noir, are you... crying?"

There were sniffing and gulping noises coming from her Chaton.

He sobbed.

Marinette felt her heart clench painfully.

Seeing him like that was outright scary. She'd recently witnessed the boy she loved crying his eyes out. And now it was happening again to the person she held so dear.

What could've happened to this usually cheerful and easy-going catboy to make him so distraught?

She took Chat Noir’s face with both hands to make him look at her.

The wet tracks shimmering in the dim light were clearly visible on his cheeks.

Marinette stared in horror. Then she rose on her tiptoes and started instinctively showering his face with kisses.

She remembered the series of kisses she gave him that memorable night, when she believed for a moment that things could work out between them and they could become a couple. Those were soft and slow kisses, meant to convey the overwhelming tenderness she felt for her Chaton.

But these were angsty, desperate kisses, meant to save his life. As if she were throwing him a lifeline.

She's been distributing angsty kisses generously lately.

She forgot about her own heartbreak. She couldn't care less for why he came to her of all people searching for comfort. The only thing that mattered right now was to show him her love and affection, to try and take the pain away from this heart of gold.

Who broke this precious boy's heart? She would like to have a word with whoever was responsible for such cruelty.

She started whispering sweet nothings in his cat ears, calling him Chaton, Minou and a hundred other pet names she literally just came up with, telling him how much she loved him. Literally each and every tender word she could remember she dedicated to him, like a poem.

"You're such a sweetheart, Marinette", Chat Noir murmured eventually, his voice still a little thick from all the tears he shed. "You're always there for me. You mean the world to me."

Marinette stared at him, dazed. But the look in his eyes was so soft. She could practically feel his love and tenderness pouring all over her. She had to believe that he really meant every single word he said.

"I still don't get it. Aren't you dating someone? What about your girlfriend?"

"How did you know that I ever had one?" Chat Noir asked with only a hint of surprise in his voice, as if he were totally out of spoons to be genuinely surprised. He went on without waiting for an answer: "Well, you know what, never mind. I have something super important to tell you."

He placed his hands on Marinette’s shoulders and started gravely, emphasising every word, looking her straight in the eyes:

"You're right, Marinette, I do have a girlfriend, and I love her so much that I can't bear to hide my true identity from her anymore."

Marinette waited wordlessly for him to continue, not knowing what he was getting at with all of this, her brain being completely and utterly short-circuited due to the lack of any coherent thought in it.

She didn't know what she was expecting Chat Noir to say next.

However, it definitely wasn't "My girlfriend is you, Marinette."

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #ml representation #marichat #hurt/comfort #identity reveal #my writing #ml season 5 spoilers

[xhanisai]

marinette please put your chaton out of his misery and smooch him silly

AO3

Pairing - All sides of the square

Prompt - ‘Gradual Reveal’

Summary -

"No, no. In fact, I just came out of the building now. Maman and Papa have made our favourites for lunch, even their special salmon and spinach quiche that you love! With extra salmon! I hope you're excited~" She continued to act oblivious, secretly relishing the way his eye momentarily twitched and the way he tried so hard not to vibrate on the spot with a little frustration. He was so Chat Noir right now that she wanted to shake her past self up for not realising it sooner!

"Homemade cooking from a fellow Lady's parents? And made especially for a stray like me? How marvellous~!" His sharp nose was grazing hers now, an unbreakable habit of his when he was internally daring her to do something as their masked personas.

And right now, he was daring her to keep up with her pretences, probably more than aware that she has caught on to his identity for a little while now (perhaps even knowing before he declared his own knowledge of her civilian identity).

"Can you really call yourself a stray if you're with me?" She dared back, challenging him to show himself with one of her brows raised attractively and a smirk playing on her pretty pink mouth.

"That depends if I'm yours or not, Marinette,"

~(x)~ . . . "Noooooo...you promised!" Chat Noir wailed childishly, arms scrambling around his Lady's waist to prevent her from leaping away from the rooftops and leaving him for the night after their long patrol. His beloved heroine simply rolled her eyes at him, albeit fondly and patted his fluffy head almost mockingly. He was such a cat at times. "My Lady???" "Yeah, I promised to stay for ten minutes longer. Not over three hours, mon Chaton," Her partner only tightened his hold on her with another silly whine, burying his face into her stomach whilst still on his knees. "But time flies so fast when we cuddle! It felt like two seconds!" "That's on you for falling asleep on me." "But you were so warm and comfy and smelled so good, my Lady! You're a walking, talking sleeping spell!" This time she couldn't help but giggle out loud at her partner's dramatics, seating herself back down and letting him hold onto her tighter, his body stubbornly wrapping itself around her tiny frame as if he were a blanket. "We have school, silly Chaton," She tapped his nose with her pointer finger only for him to defiantly shove his face in her neck, her body shaking from the tickling sensation. "Chat Noir..." "Just...ten more minutes? Please?" He then faced her with a cheeky grin that spelt nothing but trouble for her. "Unless you want to come home with me and cuddle~? That way you get your precious sleep and I get all your warmth~?" He expected a scoff. A light reprimanding about their secret identities. . He didn't expect the way she watched him with wonder and the way her expression smoothed into a sweet, sweet smile. "Maybe next time," Her heart swelled from the way elation and adoration were quick to make way on his adorable face, his feline greens glittering with joy and his faux tail waggling behind him excitedly. "Okay?" "R-Really? You mean it!?" His face was a mere breath away from hers, their noses barely grazing. Though they've breached personal boundaries and spaces numerous times, it never failed to take her breath away. And right now was definitely no exception. "Yes. Yes, I do." This time, he was the one observing her thoughtfully, one of his hands cradling her cheek and a clawed thumb rubbing the ridge below her eye. Ladybug felt like she was put under a spell by his captivating eyes and loving touches, her heart pounding inside her chest even harder and her complexion so red, it could have blended in with her mask and suit. It took her everything to not flicker her eyes to his peach-pink, soft lips because he would surely catch her in the act and would probably take the initiative and- "What if...what if I already know who you are? What if I've worked it out a long time ago but kept it a secret, My Lady?" She would've been a little more surprised had he told her this months ago. However, she's now more than aware of how perceptive and smart and cunning her partner is, far from shocked about his revelations. It's as if she knew deep down inside that he would find her in due time and had faith in his skills from the start. "Then, it would only be fair for me to find you too in our other lives, right?" Her answer was met with a huge beam from Chat Noir and then he suddenly tackled her down on the rooftop within his embrace, earning a quiet yelp from the impact. "Please, please, ple-eeeease, find me quick, Marinette. I won't be able to hold back now knowing that you want to see me too," His fluffy head was met with a tender, soft kiss. ~(x)~ She figured him out. Sure, she too has been harbouring her suspicions for a little while, especially since he's opened himself up more in class and how she's peeked over her anxious feelings to finally, finally just see how much he adores her to bits (how much he genuinely loves and adores her and how he's always looking for reasons to stay around her for longer or looking for opportunities to get closer). But those suspicions have turned into concrete knowledge. And right now? She's been testing his buttons just for fun because nothing is more hilarious than seeing her silly Chaton come up with all sorts of hijinks and shenanigans, especially when it comes to matters relating to her and her heart. . "Hey, salut Marinette!" A beaming Adrien enveloped her unsuspecting frame in a huge hug and then pressed a huge kiss on her cheek as a greeting, his own rosy with both love and joy. "Did I make you wait too long?" He leaned into her face, both his hands holding hers against his chest just above his adorably pounding heart and watching with a pleading expression. She could practically hear his thoughts. 'It's me, My Lady! I'm right here! Your Chaton is right here! Miau!' Instead of falling for his pleading looks and actions, however, Marinette only smiled gently, plastering a faux innocent look and fluttering her dark lashes at her partner in terrible disguise. "No, no. In fact, I just came out of the building now. Maman and Papa have made our favourites for lunch, even their special salmon and spinach quiche that you love! With extra salmon! I hope you're excited~" She continued to act oblivious, secretly relishing the way his eye momentarily twitched and the way he tried so hard not to vibrate on the spot with a little frustration. He was so Chat Noir right now that she wanted to shake her past self up for not realising it sooner! "Homemade cooking from a fellow Lady's parents? And made especially for a stray like me? How marvellous~!" His sharp nose was grazing hers now, an unbreakable habit of his when he was internally daring her to do something as their masked personas. And right now, he was daring her to keep up with her pretences, probably more than aware that she has caught on to his identity for a little while now (perhaps even knowing before he declared his own knowledge of her civilian identity). "Can you really call yourself a stray if you're with me?" She dared back, challenging him to show himself with one of her brows raised attractively and a smirk playing on her pretty pink mouth. "That depends if I'm yours or not, Marinette," His emerald eyes were intense and bright, flickering to her baby blues and then shamelessly resting on her lips yearningly. Desperately. Hopefully. Tempting her to give in without any words. Unfortunately for him, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is the definition of competitive. "Of course, you're mine! You're my very good friend, after all, Adrien!" Merrily hooking one of her arms up with his, silently cackling at his extremely baffled appearance, she led him away towards her humble abode. She pretended to ignore his low, scoff-like remark of: "How could you say this to your future husband, My Lady!?" ~(x)~ "Oh, good evening to you too, Chat Noir." Marinette continued to work on her midnight project, rattling away with the sewing machine and a light grin playing on her lips whilst he pitifully glowered from her bed like a kitten who was denied his treats. Like a swift shadow, he swept his way towards her, towering over her frame from behind and emeralds fizzing with slight annoyance. "You totally know who I am," He hissed, hands on his hips and chin now resting on the crown of her head as she continued to work without a beat. "Marine-eeeeette...you're so me-eeean...why are you torturing me?" He growled childishly as she giggled but then he couldn't help himself and wrapped his arms around her neck like a desperate lover, placing his cheek on her head now. His faux tail swished obnoxiously behind him and his feline ears plastered themselves upon his blond dishevelled locks. "I have no idea what you're talking about, mon Minou. I'm simply taking my time being thorough and observant in my mission~ I thought you'd be happy?" She finally faced him, wheeling her chair around, mischievous sky blues shadowed by her long lashes whilst he tenderly rested his forehead on hers. "So you're telling me that you still haven't figured it out? You? The most smartest, amazing, wonderful girl I know?" He brazenly draped himself on her lap without a care in the world, nuzzling his face into her neck like his namesake. "You? Who comes up with all those insane lucky charms and plans?" "Looks like not even Lady Luck can figure out the elusive Chat Noir, hmm?" The bamboozled, annoyed look on his face was more than enough to make her laugh like a drunk hyena, losing all of her composure and holding onto his body to stop herself from falling off her chair. "F-Fine! You may have won the battle but you've yet to win the war! Mark my words, My Lady! I'll prove to you that you already know my identity! And then I'll get all the cuddles I want!" With a harrumph, he was about to make his way to the loft and then out to the balcony, only to pause and for his iconic devilish smirk to plaster itself on his face. His tail fluttered and swayed behind him as she cutely cocked her head to the side, wondering what was going on in that silly head of his. He ventured back towards her, bending down dramatically to meet her level so that their fringes intermingled when he leaned his forehead against hers anew. "Aren't you forgetting something, ma belle~?" He waggled his brows comically, his tail curving up into a prominent heart behind him and his hands clasped behind his back. She raised a brow at him, a smile still on her face. "And what would that be, mon chou chou?" "A. Good. Night. Kiss?" He tapped her lips with every word, emphasising them, a chuckle vibrating through his chest when her cheeks coloured in a beautiful strawberry hue. He totally charmed her~ Though, her flustered face didn't last for very long, her eyes shutting innocently and a sweet smile back on her lips. "Of course~ come," Savouring the victorious giggle from her unsuspecting partner, she brought his face closer by cradling his jaw and then... "PFFFFFFFFTTTTFTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!" "HEY!?" She blew a raspberry into his cheek. Marinette continued to cackle and wheeze like he was the biggest joke of the century, clutching her stomach and rolling on the floor whilst her Chaton remained frozen ridiculously on the spot. One hand on his slobbering cheek and his poor face left extremely agape as if he couldn't comprehend what the fuck has just happened. Every time his faux ears or tail twitched at the slightest, the girl simply guffawed even louder, ramming her fist against the floor as if she's inhaled a lifetime's worth of laughing gas. There were even tears seeping out of her eyes too! Finally, her partner regained back some level of conciseness, kitten ears drooped and a big pout resting on his wobbling lips. "Oh, I see how it is," Without a warning, he leapt to her loft and then to her bed at incredible speeds, grabbing his 'well-deserved consolation' prizes as a determined scowl remained tattooed on his face. "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing with my pillows and my Monsieur. Cat!?" Marinette barely wobbled back to her legs, rushing to the end of her ladder with the little energy she had. "They're mine now! au re-miau!"  And then without a beat, Chat Noir leapt out through the balcony and darted his way back home, leaving Marinette's pink bed devoid of her beloved pillows and giant cat teddybear. Oh, that stupid cat! ~(x)~ When Adrien finally settled in his bed with a huff, surrounded by the many items he shamelessly stole from Marinette's humble abode, he received a text from said love of his life. Eyes narrowed, even with the curious Plagg on the shoulder, he opened the message. His heart pounded so thoroughly against his chest and his face took on a huge red bloom. Message: From "Ma belle Princesse" Content: Image Description: 'This could've been you tonight, silly Chaton. Have fun sleeping alone with Plagg~' And the image was of her cuddling her homemade Chat Noir stuffed teddybear, a cheeky smirk resting on her kissable lips which were pursed against her beloved creation's head. The boy was filled with understandable envy and jealousy and his tiny little companion did nothing but cackle wildly at his wielder's blatant misery which was quite well deserved. "Nooooooooo! That could have been meeeee!" ~(x)~ A pouting, messy-haired Adrien popped his head out of the blankets with a grimace, his arms around the giant cat teddy bear and his body surrounded by his beloved's abundance of pillows. He merely narrowed his eyes in mock anger as Ladybug remained seated on the open ledge of his window, a charming smile resting on her glistening lips and her baby blues warm with all the love she has for him. "You're not taking these back, you know. Mine. All mine." He cuddled the plush tighter, shoving his face into it childishly and pouting even more as his Lady giggled softly, making her way towards him. She placed a gloved hand on his head, combing her fingers through his soft, silky hair as a betraying purr vibrated within his chest. He faced her once more in defeat, wondering what she was going to do. "So you're saying there's no space for me?" Ladybug kept on her cool, impish smile as he shot up from his position, stray strands of his hair like golden wisps and emeralds glittering wonderfully like his namesake. "Y-Yes! Come! There's so much space- ey, Plagg! Budge up! You don't need all that space!" He continued to squabble with his troublesome kwami, the little God purposely riling him up and then finally taking his own pillow (which was about twenty times his minuscule size) and heading upstairs where they expected Tikki shall join him later. Adrien then turned and eyed his Lady with expectation, hugging her pillow to his chest and raising a brow charmingly. "So~? Does that mean I was right? That you absolutely knew all along and were just totally messing with me? And totally botched up that goodnight kiss I absolutely deserved because you felt like torturing me~?" He leaned in closer when she sat down on the bed, crossing her legs and pressing tiny her shoulders against his. "I have no idea what you're babbling about, civilian. I'm just casually breaking and entering into your home so that I can steal your bed." Her words ended in a whisper when he leaned even closer to her, his minty breath brushing her sensitive, dewy lips. "You're more than welcome to steal my bed if you detransform, Bug," He grazed her collarbone with a searing finger, eyes pleading and his delectable warmth just so inviting. She wanted nothing more than to just dive in. Eyes fluttered closed once more, she released her transformation, adorned in her fluffy pyjamas and then immediately tackled down to the bed by her purring, ecstatic partner. A sweet laugh escaped her when he held her tighter, the dopey smile on his lips tickling her skin and his hair just so, so soft. He opened his eyes, lifting himself by an elbow and lowered his forehead back on hers. His silent, desperate question was more than obvious to the girl. "Alright, you can have your kisses, come." She wrapped her arms around his neck, quietly giggling from the way his purring helplessly increased in volume until she was silenced by his eager, sinful lips. . Teasing him was so worth it~ . . . ~(x)~

#my writing #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #adrinette #adrienette #ladynoir #marichat #ladrien #tikki wrote the title

[abyssal-ali]

Gold Rush

Ship: Timari

Rating: G

WC: ~1.0k

A/N: this was written probably two years ago (?) and kinda rushed, so it's not my best work. I did edit a bit and any mistakes or bad plot is mine and not my lovely beta-readers', @kitsun369 and @mothofhearts

Constructive criticism accepted (but please be nice) and any feedback is great!💜

Inspired partially by Taylor Swift's song, Gold Rush. If you recognize little nods to certain lyrics, congratulations! My symbolism didn't go to waste.

For @the-coffee-fandom, @velveteenshadow, @forgottenfriends, @timinette-is-best, @miraculousmelodies and all the other Timari Coven fiends.

Marinette eyed Lila over the rim of her punch glass. She was talking flirtatiously with the host of their trip to Gotham, Wayne Enterpsises' CEO Tim Drake.

Marinette had hoped that he'd use his internationally famous genius to see through Lila's facade, but it seemed like the liar had another victim of her honeyed tongue. At least this time she wouldn't be lying when she bragged about knowing the Timothy Drake (even though everything Lila said after that probably wouldn't be true).

Marinette and Tim had met at the pre-party meet-and-greet, where their hosts formally introduced themselves to their Parisian guests. Marinette had met his eyes as they shook hands and promptly fell into his sparkling ocean-blue eyes that twinkled with amusement at her flushed face. She furiously willed away the heat creeping up her neck and into her cheeks, hoping it wouldn't come back every time she looked at him.

He was quite charismatic and she knew he was one of the most sought-after dates, a handsome heir to two multi-million dollar companies....handsome? She thought beautiful fit him better, with his expressive eyes and lean yet muscled build and hair casually falling into place over his eyes when he shook his head, laughing at a guest's joke.

No, bad Marinette. She had an online boyfriend, and they were going to make it official when they met in person. She was not going to do anything more than admire her host's looks.

Between the meet-and-greet and dancing/socializing part of the party was a fancy dinner, where Marinette sat opposite Tim and they had a delightful discussion.

It kind of reminded her of her DMs with her gaming partner/online boyfriend, RRBurgers (she called him RR). They typed about anything and everything and often debated random things just for fun, to test their wits.

Tim had said something—she was sure it was purposely controversial—and she'd ached to begin a war of words, but responded more mildly than she liked. He had looked surprised, then thoughtful, when she refused to verbally spar with him.

They'd brushed fingers as they crossed paths, completely by accident, and Marinette promptly increased her speed, heading to the powder room to silently talk to herself (and Tikki).

She was in love with RR and didn't need to fall for gorgeous eyes and perfect smiles.

Now, she was seeing red—or at least a shade of rose, the colour of Lila's surprisingly unostentatious dress—as she spied on Mr. Drake and Lila's flirting.

She drained her punch in an annoyed swig, moving to the balcony, and looked at the stars until her jealousy cooled. If Mr. Drake couldn't see Lila for who she was, he deserved her, she told herself.

With a sigh, she leaned on the railing and pulled out her phone to play a round of her favourite game.

She stiffened when Mr. Drake appeared at her elbow. How had she not heard him approach? Then again, the ambient chatter and music were noisy.

“You play well."

“Thanks.” She finished her round (a win) and returned her phone to her purse.

"You play Knights of Mirreile?” Mr. Drake obviously wasn't taking her silence as a hint, or else he was outright ignoring her body language.

“Yes. You know it?”

“I joined to practice my French with native speakers. I'm on the Parisian server, actually—my handle is RRBurgers.” He looked at her curiously.

She took a step back. “RR? I'm LadybugandtheTramp!”

He held out his hand. “Hi, Lady. I'm RR; thrilled to meet you in person.”

She shook it, willing her returning blush to retreat. “Wait a minute...tell me three things only RR and Lady know. Just to be sure.”

Tim grinned at her. “You're wise; this is Gotham, after all.

"Uh, une: I contacted you first, to ask you to teach me some hacks.

"Deux: You have PTSD from Hawkmoth and often can't sleep, so you game, because you don't like sewing as much anymore.

"Trois,” he lowered his voice and stepped closer. Marinette could feel his body heat, even though the air was crisp. “We're a couple in Mireille and when we are planning to meet and date in person. You told me you were in love with me twenty-two days ago, and I replied that I was in love with you too.”

Marinette could barely breathe when she saw the intense look in his eyes. “Uh...I guess you are RR...I'm so glad to finally meet you in person, although it's sooner than I was expecting! You're even cuter than I imagined.”

She enjoyed the pink on his face instead of hers more than she should have.

"Will you go on a date with me tomorrow, Lady?”

"I'd love to!"

" But until tomorrow, would you care to spend our time together dancing?"

The red on Tim's neck spread and Marinette giggled. "Who taught you how to be so smooth? I almost fell for you all over again."

Tim winked at her, took her hand, and led her to the dancefloor. Marinette silently thanked Chloe for insisting on teaching her how to properly waltz, at least.

As they swirled around the room, he complained in her ear. “I talked with Lila. You're right—I can't believe what she made up! When I asked for clarification, the lies got more outrageous! I am so sorry for your suffering.”

Shyly, she admitted, “I was a little jealous of the attention you were paying her. I thought your smarts could see through her but it didn't look like it—you're a good actor."

“Thanks, I have to be.”

At her puzzled look, he explained, “In business meetings, you've got to keep a poker face, especially when you're a young businessperson like me.”

“Oh,” she nodded. “I understand that."

She relished in the angry look Lila sent their way as they twirled past her. Maybe Tikki's powers did rub off on her, building up to this moment. For some reason, she felt secure in the knowledge that she was safe and could be herself.

When she had first met RRBurgers online, she was prepared to keep her distance from him emotionally. It had been just after Ladybug and her team defeated Hawkmoth and she was depressed and suffering PTSD, gaming when she couldn't sleep or had nightmares. But RR had somehow wormed his way into her good graces with his nerdy jokes and similar lifestyle and whacky stories about his family, and the next thing she knew she had a big crush.

They gradually grew closer, DMing every day, and RR had really encouraged her in a way her old friends hadn't been able to do. She had changed a lot after being Ladybug, but they still saw her as Past Marinette. RR was a virtual friend, a blank slate, and knew Present Marinette.

He'd encouraged her to stop sewing if she didn't have a passion for it anymore and not be bound by people's expectations of Past Marinette, but show them Present Marinette.

She hadn't been brave enough to completely act like Present Marinette, but with Tim encouraging her from her side instead of over a screen, she thought she could try now.

Tonight was as good a place to start as any. She approached Lila, Tim's arm around her waist. "Hey, Lila, I see you've met Tim's brother, Dick. Have you told him about that time you heroically saved Jagged's kitten yet?"

~~le fin~~

#Mlbxdc #Dcxmlb #Maribat #Timari #ali writes #Fic #I hope y'all like it!! #Inspired by Taylor Swift

[688199]

NEVER FORGET WHAT THEY TOOK FROM US

Cause genuinely what the hell is this? (I know I ranted about this before but shush lemme complain.)

Marinette loves Adrien because he’s good looking and the son of a famous fashion designer, thus she holds him to a high pedestal and bases her attraction on fantasy and that “mysterious” element?

BULL FUCKING SHIT.

GIVE ME BACK THE MARINETTE THAT LOVED FELIX FOR HIS SENSITIVITY AND DETERMINATION, MENTIONING NOTHING ABOUT HIS LOOKS. 还给我‼️‼️‼️ 他妈的还给我啦‼️‼️‼️ ka ni na be chao chee bye AHHHHHH

WHO WHAT… WHY?

Like I am tearing blood because of this. My optic nerve burst because of the spike in blood pressure caused by this stupid fucking decision.

Their dynamic even sucks when they first “officially” introduced Adrien. They’re friends, with Marinette often trying to make the relationship romantic. Which is… eh? But nothing still beats OG Marinette’s goal of making Felix smile. And maybe him liking her because of it. Shes focusing on his happiness over her happiness. Do you know how GREAT that is?

Also not to toot my own horn but that one random fanfic I wrote inspired by how Marinette fell in love with Felix shows the sheer potential of their relationship.

To Felix, playing music and creating art is the only way he can express himself, yet he feels a tad bit of shame doing it (as per the bible: “it’s exercising my hands, not for enjoyment!”). For Marinette to catch him at his most vulnerable and basically peel back his layers so quickly just by listening to him play yet not make a huge deal out of it when he chooses not to speak about it…

FUCKKK DO YOU GET ME? DO YOU GET IT?

While other girls swoon over his looks, his skills and dreams are appreciated by Marinette, things he worked so hard on yet no one, not even his family, sees.

I like to imagine Felix’s paintings as pretty harsh and abstract, which deters a lot of people away, even the art teacher doesn’t understand. Until Marinette comes trotting along and being so captivated by his works.

Basically, she is the only one that appreciates him… for him. For who he is. For his hard work.

Canon Marinette? Oh fuck off. Delusional piece of shit. She thought he was a jerk (damn prejudice getting in your way) and when he did the bare minimum to subvert it (no way, kindness?? humility??? impossible.), she became obsessed over him. It’s so LAME.

OG Marinette will always have my heart. She’s the sweetest.

“It’s the same character” You tell me that one more time I’ll print out the entire first bible and shove it up your ass until your rectum is lined with paper cuts.

That’s two different characters.

#ladybug classic #precanon ladybug

[verfound]

WIP Wednesday: 04.03.2024

I started this soulmate AU on a lark after starting @rierse 's AU The Song in My Head. Hers ran with the idea that they're both right there and just keep missing each other, and it got me kicking around this idea of "ok but what if they're literally right there, interacting, and still just...miss the point? And it was supposed to be short, something that wouldn't take up too much time, and now I'm probably nearing 15-20k, there's chapters, and it's still not done.

I know where it's going, I'm loving how it's playing out, but there's still a big chunk between what I'm calling "the Adrien bit" and the end that needs sorted out (and probably some other bits that need fleshing out). So I have no idea when I can actually start posting this, but damn I'm excited for it. 😂

Soooo...here's the first scene, I guess? 😂

“Luka!  Get back here, b’y!”

Gina looked up at the shout just in time to see a dark-haired boy running straight for her little fairy’s stroller, unaware of the potential danger as he looked back and laughed at the woman giving chase.  She let out a shout of her own as she snatched Marinette from the stroller just as he crashed into it, knocking the both of them to the ground.  He groaned as he lifted a hand to his head, his expression twisted in pain.  One arm was hooked over the seat, and both his legs were hooked over the back, and his head would be sporting a nasty bump come evening, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.

The woman that had bee chasing him – his mother, no doubt – looked furious once she caught up with them.  There was a baby strapped to her chest, who had somehow seemed to sleep through all the chaos.  Her own little fairy wasn’t so lucky: Marinette was screaming against her breast.

“Luka Llewellyn Couffaine, ye sorry lout!  What have ye t’say fer yerself, b’y?!” the woman barked, one hand holding the babe close to her chest while the other landed firmly on her hip.  She was dressed in flowing pants and a vibrant, loose-sleeved top, and the long braid trailing down her back was silver-streaked crimson.  With the accent, she reminded Gina of the wild banshees she heard tell of during her trips through the Highlands.  When she turned her sharp eyes on Gina, her expression softened.  “A thousand apologies, madame.  The b’y got away from me.  Is yer bairn unhurt?”

“My little fairy will be fine,” Gina said, smiling easily at her.  “Children will be children, yes?  And you, young…Luka, was it?  Are you all right?”

The boy had pushed himself up to glance between the two women as they talked, but he winced when Gina addressed him and turned his full attention on her.

“Y-yes, madame,” he said, nodding.  “I’m ok.  I’m sorry.  Is your baby ok?”

“She’s fine, aren’t you, my fairy?” Gina cooed, bouncing her granddaughter until she was giggling again.  The boy sat up straighter, an entranced expression crossing his face as he listened to Marinette laugh.  Gina looked back at him, curious.  “Are you sure you’re all right, Luka?”

“…she sounds like music,” he said softly, his wide eyes fixed on Marinette.  He pushed up from the stroller and walked over to them, and when his shadow crossed her face Marinette’s giggles stopped.  She turned her head, blinking wide, shimmering eyes up at him, and a silly little smile curled Luka’s lips.  “Hi, Fairy.”

Marinette’s giggles started anew, and Gina laughed as the little one reached for the boy.  He took her hand, his smile growing as she laughed some more.

“All right, b’y, we need t’be going, aye?” his mother asked, laying a hand on his small shoulder.  He frowned, but when his mother squeezed his shoulder her nodded.

“Aye, Captain,” he said, nodding.  He let go of Marinette’s hand and waved.  “Bye, Fairy.  I like your laugh.  Sorry I almost squished you.”

Gina bit back her own laugh, but his mother was smiling at her and mouthing sorry as they turned to go.  She shook her head and hoped that maybe they’d run into each other again.  He seemed like a sweet boy, and…

Her eyes widened as she looked back down at Marinette, who was whimpering as she reached out for her new friend.  There, glimmering on the skin of her outstretched arm, were words scrawling in a messy, dark blue.

Hi, Fairy.

#wip wednesday #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #luka couffaine #anarka couffaine #gina dupain #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #wip fic #all these signs #so hey everyone who saw the Adrien bits and doubted me #guess who's NOT the soulmate #it's about the yearning #kind of a slow burn I guess? #it did not start out that way 😂

[sing-in-me-oh-muse]

💘Spread the Love: A Loveywalker Series by sagansjagger 💘

What would happen if Marinette made another Ladybug Holder identity where she could express her true feelings?

Enter Loveybug.

Loveybug is over-the-top, full of zest for life and intends to spread happiness wherever she goes.

Chat, on the other hand, knows how inconvenient it is to have unrequited love. So he assumes the mantle of Catwalker once more.

She can't love Catwalker... Right?

This series is arranged on a chronological timeline starting in winter and ending in the next year's spring. The seasons reflect the progression of the Loveywalker relationship:

❄ Winter – frosty first meetings   • I Came Out to Have a Good Time and I'm Honestly Feeling So Attacked Right Now - Chat's introduction to Loveybug. 🍃 Spring – nascent trust   • never have I ever thought I'd find you - Catwalker and Loveywalker play Never Have I Ever.   • what if I fall and hurt myself (would you know how to fix me?) – Catwalker learns that Lovey has been taking all the hits for him. This will not do.   • if the high was worth the pain. – Loveybug wears catnip perfume and drives a certain cat bonkers.   • your bassline is shooting up my spine – Loveybug dances for Catwalker in an attempt to get him to join in and have fun with her, with some success. 🔥 Summer – burning passion   • a kiss with a fist is better than none – Loveybug asks Catwalker to spar with her. 🍁 Fall – falling in love 🌨 Winter – death and separation 🎂Spring – rebirth and reveals

For more info on Loveybug and who she is, check out this handy Tumblr post compiled by @asukiess!

Post to be edited once more fics are added. Enjoy Spread the Love!

Series link on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3983044

Tagging @bohemianrhapsody711 and @cardiac-agreste!

#fanfiction #loveybug AU #fanfic #ml #miraculous ladybug #i wrote this

[jennagrinsoverml]

hello, idk if you've done this yet, but do u know any good post reveal pre relationship fic recs? sorry if this request is kinda vague lol

General requests are easier than super specific ones lol so you don’t need to apologize for that! I have been meaning to do a PRPR rec list for a while now (and, not directed at you, anon, but yes, PRPR stands exclusively for post-reveal pre-relationship) so thanks for giving me the push to finally do it! (Sorry, I may have gotten a little carried away with this one, but it’s truly one of my favourite things to read.)

The Official Summer Buster Kiss List by @peachcitt

“You’d really be alright with kissing me?” he asked, and Marinette popped the cap of her dry-erase marker on and off.

“I mean, yeah,” she said, and they stared at each other for a moment. “Of course,” she hurried on, “you’d have to be alright with being my candidate. Teacher. Guide. Whatever.” She made a few empty gestures with the marker, and the loose cap flew off the end, bouncing off the wall and rolling off her desk.

Adrien caught it before it could fall to the floor, handing it back to her. “I am,” he said, looking her in the eye. “I’ll do it.”

or

a very simple four-point plan to tackle the issue of marinette's abysmal kissing life that turns into a six-point plan and also results in an outcome that literally no one could have predicted (sarcasm)

One-shot. They’re just so incredibly stupid (affectionate). The writing is gorgeous, the humour is spot on, and I loved all the little details of their lives with the passage of time. It’s so clear that they love each other, but as always, it takes them way too long to admit it haha.

Emergency Contact by @coffeebanana

When Marinette invites Adrien to live with her temporarily while she recovers from an injury, she thinks the hardest part is going to be hiding her feelings from him. But Adrien's idea of being helpful might go...a little overboard.

Post Shadow Moth defeat, Aged Up Characters, Read the Tags

Multi-chapter. This fic is just so real and messy and beautiful. The mutual pining is absolutely perfect! The backstory and how that impacts their current dynamic is so well woven through and adds another layer to their relationship. But also, I love the lack of perfection, that these are real people with real flaws and the way that all plays out. I absolutely love this fic!

rainwater and brown sugar by @aerequets

He knew they shouldn't do anything (whatever that 'anything' was). They couldn't. Not until they defeated Hawkmoth. Not until their relationship wouldn't get in the way of their work (or whatever other excuse they'd come up with over the course of three months). He knew all this. He knew.

But it was the raindrop that did it for him.

One-shot. It’s seriously unfair that someone who draws so beautifully should be able to write equally so. And yet. This is just so beautiful and SOFT and lovely. And then THAT KISS!!!!!

An Open Secret by @kasienda

Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.

He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.

Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.

He knew Ladybug’s name!

Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.

It wasn’t fair!

...

A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.

Multi-chapter. I absolutely love the early reveal in this fic. I’ve read a lot of reveals, but this one is really fun and original! And then the premise of the fic itself isn’t one I’ve seen anywhere else, which makes it very different from the usual PRPR fare. Because even though they both know...they can’t actually talk about it. And it’s so interesting and different and sweet?

A little push by @emsylcatac

Alya asks Chat Noir to record a video of himself encouraging Marinette to confess...to Adrien.

Of course his mouth speaks on its own. Of course he says yes.

Of course his Lady is most likely sure to kill him.

...And of course Marinette feels like she's the one who's about to die.

One-shot. @emsylcatac‘s fics never go the way that I expect them to, and I really love that about her writing. Although this starts off really silly, the way Adrien expresses himself at the end wasn’t something I saw coming at all, even though it’s SO TRUE to his character. The pining and miscommunication is wonderful, but it’s the ending that really sells me on this one.

17 days, 2 hours and some odd minutes by @miabrown007

It has been 17 days, 2 hours and 14 minutes since Chat Noir flirted with Ladybug for the last time.

It has been exactly 17 days, 2 hours and 13 minutes since Adrien realized his very good friend and his best friend were, in fact, one and the same.

Consecutively, it has been exactly 17 days, 2 hours and 12 minutes since he constantly fought the insurmountable desire to kiss the said friend.

One-shot. The yearning in this fic is absolutely e x q u i s i t e . I love it when Adrien stops flirting post-reveal and Marinette takes it the wrong way. And they’re just SO STUPID here, and then they get to be adorable in love dorks.

the wonderful part of the mess that we made by heresie_irisee

They knew.

They knew, and there would be no magical reset button for the memories they'd made today. She'd have to see him at school every day, and she'd see the Chat in him, as surely as he'd see the Ladybug in her.

One-shot but a lengthy one-shot. How about some post-Oblivio fic that has the magical ladybugs NOT erase their memories of the fight (because lbr that made no sense anyway)? Oblivio is probably my favourite episode and this is such a great fic. The mutual pining is so, so, so good! Especially love Marinette struggling to assimilate Adrien’s identities and Adrien’s obliviousness.

The Boy She Loves by @goth-bias

Adrien just wants to know who Marinette has been in love with this entire time, but she refuses to budge. Accidentally reading a part of her diary, however, gives Adrien the answers he has been looking for.

One-shot. So you may not know this about me, but I’m absolute sucker for the trope of Adrien fixating on the boy Marinette loves post-reveal. (And tbf for him fixating on the boy Ladybug loves pre-reveal.) I love how well done the miscommunication is here, where their failure to confess makes sense and all of the tension naturally follows.

Make it clear by @amiraculousplatypus​

After years, the masks have fallen. Marinette and Adrien figure out what has changed. And what hasn't.

One-shot. This one is all about the yearning. And then Adrien’s beautiful honesty that pushes Marinette to finally do something. They’re both so in character and I love them so much!

White Lies Over White Nights by meirencollector

“Tell me, Marinette. The other boy, is it me?"

There’s something about the way he says it. The way his lips move. The way his eyes glaze at her. The way he looks at her as if she hung the moon and stars. The way there’s a warm glow when he's drawing close to touch. Even in this snowstorm, he was a ray of sunshine, and she was a sunburn.

One-shot. This one is really interesting because of both its device--a game of Truth or Drink--and its use of non-linear storytelling. Even though the fic is set post-reveal, we get all kinds of flashbacks to memories of their pre-reveal interactions that really illuminate the present and are extremely well woven into the narrative. I also really appreciated how honest Adrien was about his feelings, even with their relationship being so ambiguous.

The following fics are amazing and absolutely worth reading, but do feature sexual content, so minors beware.

your lips are meant to be kissed by @zimtlein

During a tipsy evening, Adrien kisses Marinette’s forehead.

Understandably enough, Marinette has a complete meltdown.

One-shot. Rated E for sexual content. This is one of my favourite fics and I’ve read it a good half a dozen times at least. The pining is absolutely phenomenal and Adrien is so, so oblivious. And the tension between them just builds and builds and builds until I thought I was going to die! But instead it all leads to a phenomenal resolution.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ml fic #ml fic rec #adrienette #adrinette #ml love square #post-reveal pre-relationship #prpr #jennarecsml #ml fic recs #marichat #ladrien #ladynoir

[sizzleissues]

Alright how about uuuuhhhhh ice skating/enemies to lovers/Alyanette maybe?

this is just after the bit where character realises that they’re thinking about their ‘enemy’ too much and quite literally no one is a obsessed as them

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Alone on the ice was exactly where she wanted to be. Once she got out there she could throw away all this petty chattering in her brain and finally focus. Just the ice and her, like it should be.

“What is she doing here?”

On the rink, Alya glided by, too fast to notice her through the plastic screen. Marinette cursed, dropping onto the bench and determinedly changing into her ice skates before stepping out onto the ice to play chase.

The effect was immediate, her thoughts dulling until only one face remained and she would be dealt with swiftly. 

Alya didn’t seem to be training any particular skill apart from zipping faster than light around the rink as if trying to escape something. It was just as well that Marinette was faster, closing the distance between until they glided side by side. 

Alya remained oblivious to all of three seconds, her face an expression Marientte had never seen before on her. Calm. Alya whose face always had a determined set in her brow or a piercing smile to flash, never looked so serene as it did now.

That was until she noticed her and screamed.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Her arms flailed out, knocking Marinette back instinctively and her legs twisted underneath her, taking the both of them to the floor. Marinette could barely bring her arms up to cover her face before she slammed into the ice. They skidded, stopping just short of the opposite wall.

A pair of headphones she hadn’t noticed landed in front of her.

“What the fuck,” Alya said again. She got to her feet immediately, picking up the headphones and glaring down at her.

“Sorry! That was an accident, I promise. I didn’t know you were wearing headphones.”

“So you just happened to frighten me, the PERSON YOU ARE COMPETING AGAINST TOMORROW, into FALLING. You’re lucky I’m not hurt or I could have you banned from competing.”

Marinette’s eyes went wide and she scrambled to gain purchase of the ice. Her jaw ached from where it smacked on the ground and though surrounded by ice, she didn’t have an ice pack. She eventually pulled herself onto her knees, puffing at the effort.

“I didn’t mean to, you have to believe me! I had the rink booked for training now, I didn’t think you’d be here and I don’t know, I wanted to pester you or something. I didn’t think- I didn’t mean.”

Alya took pity on her, interrupting her ramble with an extended hand.

“Right, I believe you. Now do you want help?”

Marinette glanced at her hand and then up at Alya’s grinning face. It didn’t seem so smug now from this angle.

“Okay.”

Alya pulled her up. She wobbled, her knees threatening to punish her for always skipping strength training on Saturdays but mercifully she remained upright.

“We better get you something for that jaw. Hold on.”

-

I still feel so rusty! RARHAOBFYUE Anyway basically they are rival figure skaters AND DEFINITELY NOT IN LOVE

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #alyanette #ml fic #ml fanfic #ask game