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Kill Em With Kindness CH8 (FINAL)
The final chapter is here! I came up with this ending pretty much around the time I came up with this idea, maybe a little before. Not your typical Lila takedown, but effective nonetheless. Thank you everyone for patiently sticking through this journey with me. I can finally close the chapter on my Chameleon salt days, and move on to bigger and better things. If you’re still in the mood for more Lila comeuppance, I’d recommend checking out my other fics Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix, My Chosen’s Keeper, or Adrien and the Ladytective: Who’s Working for Hawkmoth?
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Chapter 8
“Welcome home, my fairy!”
Marinette shrugged her backpack from her shoulders, dropping it at the base of the stairs and heading to the fridge. When nothing appealed to her, she shut it and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table, flopping facedown onto the couch with a moan.
Her grandma sat beside her, running her fingers through Marinette’s hair. “What’s the matter, my fairy? You were so full of life this morning.”
“It’s complicated,” Marinette mumbled into the couch cushion.
“I’ve never had a complication that couldn’t be fixed with a gift from your favorite nonna.” Her grandma got up to retrieve a wrapped box from the kitchen table.
Marinette sat up, taking a bite of her apple and accepting the gift. She tore through the wrapping as her grandma sat beside her. Inside was a sturdy, hand-knit pink scarf, and Marinette trailed her fingers over the wool, though she wasn’t in the mood to admire the craftmanship.
“My, my she still frowns. This must be very complicated.” Her nonna stood up again. “Well, complicated is no match for my world famous hot cocoa. It is world famous, you know. I’ve made it all over the world, and everyone loves it. Give me a minute, my fairy, then we will talk about complicated.”
Marinette laid back, chomping through her apple while staring at the ceiling. She wasn’t sure how much time past — twenty minutes, an hour maybe — before her nonna returned with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. Nonna wrapped the scarf around Marinette’s neck when she sat up, tucking her hair out of the way.
“Now, tell me about your frown,” she said.
Marinette took a sip of the hot chocolate, creamy and warm. It had been several years since she had her nonna’s hot chocolate. She was just a girl last time. While it did little to dull the ache in her chest, it did warm her up. She set the cup down and laid back against the couch pillows with a sigh.
“There’s this girl at my school that’s determined to make my life miserable, and today she announced that she’s dating the boy I like in front of everyone.” She picked at a loose thread on her pants as an excuse to avert her gaze.
“Ah, I see.” Her nonna nodded. “Well, my fairy, sometimes people do things that are out of our control, but you know, the most important thing in life isn’t boys, certainly not. I’m doing quite well on my own, you know.” Nonna tucked a loose strand of Marinette’s hair back into place. “What matters is the people who love you, my fairy. No matter what happens with boys, and believe me there will always be things happening with boys, you can always come home to mama and papa and nonna and even your grouchy grandpa from time-to-time.” She lifted Marinette’s chin. “We love you very much, no matter who hurts you.”
Marinette smiled. “Thanks, Nonna.”
Her nonna pulled her in for a tight hug, squeezing until she could barely breath. Marinette protested with a laugh, and Nonna let her go, pressing a squeaky kiss to her cheek.
“Now, I’ve got to start on our big feast. Would you like to help, my fairy?” She stood up and headed for the kitchen.
“Sure.” Marinette removed the scarf and placed it back in the box. A name had been stitched into the seam, and Marinette flipped the scarf around to read it.
F. Rossi
Rossi?!
“Hey, Nonna? What’s your friend’s name? The one that made this scarf?” she asked.
“Ah, that’s one of my oldest friends. Well, my oldest friend that’s still with us. You lose a lot of friends as you get old, my fairy. It’s the way of life,” Nonna said while she retrieved a big pot for dinner. “That scarf was knitted by my dear friend Francesca. We went through school together. She and her husband own a wine orchard now in the countryside back home. Come to think of it, I think she has a granddaughter about your age. Now, what was her name? Lia? Lola? Layla?”
“Lila?”
“Yes, that’s the one. Lila. Do you know her?” Nonna pulled vegetables from the fridge. “Come cut these tomatoes for me, my fairy.”
Marinette jumped up to help, chewing her cheek. “Lila’s in my class.”
“Oh, how wonderful. Are you two friends?” Nonna flicked on the faucet to fill up the pot with water.
“Uhh…” Marinette turned her back while she chopped to hide her grimace. “Something like that.” She paused, a grin stretching over her lips. “Hey, Nonna. I want to thank your friend for the scarf. Can I ask you to deliver a letter?”
“I can do better than that. I will invite her over to tea tomorrow. She loves getting out every now and then, so I’m sure she’ll be happy to come,” Nonna said.
Marinette bit back a smirk. “Perfect. I’ll start on my gift tonight.”
“Oh, such a sweet girl.” Nonna pinched her cheeks.
The next day, Lila’s nonna, Francesca, invited them over to her daughter’s apartment for tea. The girls were going to hang out at the Couffaine’s houseboat for band practice, but Marinette declined an invitation. She suggested inviting Lila in her place. Alya was concerned with how well she was handling the Adrien situation, but Marinette insisted that she was fine. Her bff reluctantly accepted her proposal, and the girls invited Lila.
Marinette met up with her nonna at home, and they headed to the Rossi residence together. She was perfectly cordial with Lila’s grandmother, who was lovely despite what a wicked wench her granddaughter was. How the two were even remotely related was beyond Marinette. By the time Lila made it home from seeing the girls, Marinette and her nonna were well acquainted.
“Ah, my stella, come in!” Francesca smiled when Lila walked through the door.
Her green eyes narrowed, darting between Marinette sipping her tea calmly and her nonna.
“Nonna, what a surprise to see you here with Marinette.” She stooped to kiss her cheek and cast a stern look to her mother. “You didn’t tell me nonna was coming, Mom.”
“Oh, she popped over when Gina invited her. Marinette wanted to make your nonna a scarf to return the favor for the one she made. Isn’t that sweet?” Mme. Rossi explained.
“Yeah,” Lila said through gritted teeth.
“You never write to me, stella. Your little friend has been telling me all kinds of stories about your time here in Paris,” Francesca said.
Lila stiffened, nearly spilling the tea as she poured herself a cup. “Stories? What kind of stories?”
“My goodness, she tells me that Paris is under attack every day.” Francesca cupped a hand to her throat in awe. “These awful creatures called balumas.”
“Akumas.” Marinette corrected, taking a smug sip of tea when Lila shot her a glare.
“My, yes, how awful. I never realized how dangerous the city was when your mother brought you here.” Francesca fanned herself with the ends of the scarf Marinette knitted her.
“Lila was just telling me this morning how uncomfortable she is in Paris because of all the akuma attacks,” Marinette said matter-of-factly.
“It’s true. The school is often closed for weeks at a time because of the akumas. I’m worried that Lila’s grades are suffering from being out so much.” Mme. Rossi frowned.
Francesca set her cup down with decided force. “Then she won’t stay in Paris another minute. I’ll take her home to the orchard and oversee her education myself.”
Marinette and Lila’s jaws dropped in unison.
“No!” Lila shrieked.
“I cannot sleep at night knowing that my stella is in danger. What with all of these superheroes and monsters flying around every day? No, we will leave tonight.” Francesca stood up.
“I’m really sad you’re leaving, Lila, but I understand. I know how unsafe you feel here, so I think it’s for the best,” Marinette said.
“Nonna, please. I’ll miss my friends far too much.” Lila pressed her palms together.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to write to you and keep you updated on everything going on in Paris.” Marinette smiled sweetly.
“Oh, what a sweet girl you have, Gina.” Francesca cooed.
“Mom, tell her I can’t go!” Lila grabbed her mom’s wrist.
“My bella, I wish more than anything that you could stay, but Nonna is right. It’s not safe here, and I’m always so busy with my work. You’re by yourself so much. If you go home to the orchard, you’ll be with my parents every day. You won’t have to be alone anymore.” Her mother smoothed her hair. “Come on, I’ll help you pack your bags.”
“But-” Lila blinked. She spun around on Marinette, who lifted her cup of tea with a smirk.
Checkmate.
“Marinette, could you be a dear and help me call a cab?” Francesca handed over her phone. “These apps can be so hard to navigate.”
Lila could be heard pleading with her mother in the other room, but after a few minutes, they both emerged with packed suitcases. Marinette and her grandma accompanied them down to the street where their cab awaited. Lila’s mother pulled her in for a tight hug, proclaiming that she would miss her terribly. When they were finished, Francesca turned her to Marinette and urged her to say goodbye. Lila begrudgingly pulled Marinette in for a hug, spine stiff, hands balled into fists.
“Don’t think you’ve seen the last of me. I’ll be back,” Lila whispered.
Marinette patted her back. “Take care. Paris won’t be the same without you.”
It will be much, much quieter.
Lila glared through her as her mother helped her into the cab and shut the door. They waved as the car drove off, and Marinette and her nonna bid Mme. Rossi good night. She bit back a smile as her nonna revved up her motor cycle and drove them home.
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“Whoa, did you hear about Lila?”
“Yeah, she moved away, like for real.”
Marinette let out a deep breath walking through the courtyard the next day, finally relaxing her shoulders. She hadn’t expected Lila’s grandmother to bring her back to Italy, but she wasn’t going to complain. Now, she only had one brat to worry about at school, and that one was much easier to manage. How anyone could be so horrible that Chloe Bourgeois became the lesser of two evils was a mystery Marinette was content to leave unsolved. Mostly, she was just glad Lila was gone.
A warm hand grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward a secluded corner of the courtyard, bright blond hair filling her vision. Her heart skipped when Adrien glanced around to make sure no one could hear them. With the assurance that they were completely alone, he quirked a brow.
“What did you do?” he asked.
“Well…” Marinette trailed her fingers over her new scarf. “My nonna happens to be good friends with Lila’s nonna. When we were having tea with them yesterday, Lila’s mom might have mentioned that Lila didn’t feel safe in Paris because of all the akumas, and I might have fed into that enough to convince Lila’s nonna to bring her home to Italy.”
“Marinette, that’s diabolical.” Adrien gaped.
“Well, I didn’t think her nonna would actually bring her back home. I was kind of hoping more for like a house arrest or changing schools!” Marinette defended, but Adrien shook his head with a smile.
“You’re incredible.” He chuckled. “I think it’s safe to say that Lila and I are officially broken up now. I’ll tell people it was all a publicity stunt to clear my name. Thank you for everything, Marinette. I’m sorry I didn’t do something about her sooner. We could have avoided this whole mess.”
“Something tells me Lila would have found a way anyway.” Marinette shrugged. “I’m just glad we won’t have to deal with her anymore. I don’t see her grandmother letting her out of her sight until Hawkmoth is defeated.”
Adrien’s gaze softened, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “I’m really glad to have a friend like you, Marinette. We’ll be okay so long as we always look out for each other.”
Marinette’s cheeks warmed when he took her hand and gave it a squeeze. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders.
“Hey… do you want to get nice cream, I-I mean, ice cream with me today?” she asked.
Adrien tilted his head, a smile breaking over his lips. “Yeah, I’d love to.”
She smiled, heart fluttering as Adrien toted her off to the locker room when the bell rang, barely cognizant of anything else going on. The wicked witch had been locked away in the tower, and Marinette could finally ride off into the sunset with her prince. For the first time since Lila had moved to their school, Marinette could finally relax. Well, at least until she needed to focus on not spilling ice cream on Adrien on their date, but something told her that even if she did, everything would be alright. And as it turned out, the cure for lying was a little kindness.
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Hey, so I’m asking about an old miraculous fic, I think you wrote and I’m having trouble finding it. Did you by chance ever write a fic where Marinette transfers schools and goes to school with Fèlix and his friends? I think it was soemthing along those lines at least but I’m not 100% sure
Possibly Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist by @purrincess-chat? I’ve never read one of those fics, not my style, but there are a fair number
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Just curious
Can anyone recommend a fic where our future designer Marinette you know...designs? Like maybe she does a fashion competition or a show where she gets to design something beyond just accessories?
I’ve read “Chasing the Ch/at/walk” and another fic where she’s also aged up and does a Venetian Carnival set with a heroes twist. I also read a fic, I think it was “Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist” where she also does a show as a teen.
Can anyone recommend anything else? I’d rather avoid any character bashing fics if possible.
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Art for @purrincess-chat’s INCREDIBLE fanfic, Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist. This is one of my favorite stories, so please check it out when you have the chance!
The design is a little more simple than I planned, but I still like how it turned out!
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The Letter
Adrien walked into class and sat down, pulling out his tablet and homework.
Mrs. Bustier walked in a few minutes later, a grim expression marring her face.
“Good morning, class,” she started, pausing to look at each student in turn, “I have some bad news. Marinette gave me a letter. I'll just read it aloud.
"Dear Mrs. Bustier,
I wanted to let you know that I’m changing schools. I can’t stay here with Lila anymore. Everyone has known me for years, while Lila, they’ve just met. Yet it seems that no one cares enough to believe me over her even though she never has any proof of anything she claims. This is why I have decided I can’t stay here anymore. Thank you for being my teacher. You were always so kind! I’ll miss you. And I’ll miss them too.
I want you (and them) to know that I loved you. I loved my time with you. I loved who I was with you. And you will always be a part of me, no matter how far away we are. You helped shape my future. And for that I thank you. I’m finally going to a school for to art and design. I would never have taken that step if not for Lila, so tell her I still don’t like her, but for that, I am grateful.
Your former student,
Marinette”
Adrien felt tears stream down his cheeks but was too stunned to swipe at them. From behind him, he heard people sniffling and openly sobbing. And it was no wonder. Everyone loved her. Even Chloe looked sad, though she probably wouldn’t admit it.
Adrien understood Marinette’s decision to transfer, but he knew he would miss her. He resolved to visit Marinette after school to see if she was okay.
Thank you to my fantastic beta reader @valiantlyjollynightmare
This was inspired by @purrincess-chat 's AU Marinette Dupain-Cheng's spite playlist, so go check that out.
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Have you ever heard of a fic called Marinette Dupain-Cheng's Spite Playlist?
Heard of it, yes. Read it, no. I know it was one of the fics that came out in the immediate wake of Chameleon and before saltfics devolved into bat-shit insanity that is utterly unmoored from reality, but that doesn’t mean I have any desire to touch anything with a hint of those tropes.
It came out pretty much immediately after Chameleon, so there were real questions then of what Lila trying to turn Marinette’s friends against her would look like and it was untapped story potential
The author’s written plenty of non-salt since then and doesn’t appear to think that Alya and the class deserve the level of disgusting treatment they’ve gotten since Chameleon came out, so there’s that.
Like when it was mostly just speculative stuff that was coming out and addressing the immediate frustrations of Chameleon I understood somewhat at least, even if I never liked how Alya, Adrien, and the rest of the class were portrayed so negatively in them.
It’s the fact that they didn’t STOP, and in fact got more popular and even WORSE once canon showed that it was NOT going a saltfic route, that really grinds my gears.
At this point seeing any hint of “Alya turns into Lila’s lackey and becomes a horrible person as a result”, “Ladybug doesn’t let Alya use the Fox miraculous again as punishment for falling for Lila’s lies, despite not actually giving her the iron-clad evidence that Ladybug herself has that stopped HER from falling for Lila’s lies”, or “Marinette moves away to somewhere else to make new friends who are ever so much better than her old friends who turned on her” just makes me want to hurl.
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The Letter
Adrien walked into class and sat down, pulling out his tablet and homework.
Mrs. Bustier walked in a few minutes later, a grim expression marring her face.
“Good morning, class,” she started, pausing to look at each student in turn, “I have some bad news. Marinette gave me a letter. I'll just read it aloud.
"Dear Mrs. Bustier,
I wanted to let you know that I’m changing schools. I can’t stay here with Lila anymore. Everyone has known me for years, while Lila, they’ve just met. Yet it seems that no one cares enough to believe me over her even though she never has any proof of anything she claims. This is why I have decided I can’t stay here anymore. Thank you for being my teacher. You were always so kind! I’ll miss you. And I’ll miss them too.
I want you (and them) to know that I loved you. I loved my time with you. I loved who I was with you. And you will always be a part of me, no matter how far away we are. You helped shape my future. And for that I thank you. I’m finally going to a school for to art and design. I would never have taken that step if not for Lila, so tell her I still don’t like her, but for that, I am grateful.
Your former student,
Marinette”
Adrien felt tears stream down his cheeks but was too stunned to swipe at them. From behind him, he heard people sniffling and openly sobbing. And it was no wonder. Everyone loved her. Even Chloe looked sad, though she probably wouldn’t admit it.
Adrien understood Marinette’s decision to transfer, but he knew he would miss her. He resolved to visit Marinette after school to see if she was okay.
Thank you to my fantastic beta reader @valiantlyjollynightmare
This was inspired by @purrincess-chat 's AU Marinette Dupain-Cheng's spite playlist, so go check that out.
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dyou have any ml fanfic recs? either lovesquare or gabenath!
GABENATH
Throwing up these butterflies, by @mymayura on ao3 is my absolute favorite Gabenath fanfic
Ten Thousand Pounds of Feathers and The Beginning of Goodbye, by @dishwater-blondie (Reminiscent Lullaby on ao3) are amazing too
Any of @goofygoldengirl 's short fics on ao3
Bad Decisions, by karuvapatta on ao3 (noticing a pattern here?)
Any of Dragongirl180 's drabbles
At What Cost, by Dream_Wreaver (THIS ONE IS SOOO GOOD I LOVE IT, love square-centered but very generous in Gabenath + it's complete)
A Wolf by the Ear, by Anthemyst
LOVE SQUARE
A Fevered Dream, by Nomolosk
Any/all of SailorChibi 's Miraculous fics
Marinette Dupain-Cheng's Spite Playlist, by caterinawrites
Longest Night, by P_Artsypants
Pray For The Children You Lost Along The Way, by LunarDaydreams
The last two are incomplete as of now, but incredibly well written. Thanks for the ask and sorry that I took so long!
#my ask#fanfic recs#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#miraculous fandom#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#gabriel agreste#nathalie sancoeur#adrinette#adrinino#ladynoir#gabenath#maymoth#hawkmoth#mayura
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Eating Habits Chapter 6: Date Night
I think ‘date night’ might very well be my most used chapter title of them all, but chapter titles have never been my strong suit... Anyway, have an aged-up Adrienette date. Plus some other things.
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Enjoy!
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Adrien had gotten home late after another long but enlightening shift at the bakery. Well… relatively late. The hours that a baker worked meant that his bosses were in bed long before most people, but that didn’t matter much when they took advantage of his youth and strength to do the heavy lifting for them. He hadn’t even considered checking his mailbox last night with the bone deep exhaustion he’d felt. The first rays of dawn were only just barely able to wake him.
He threw his legs over the side of his bed and took the time to watch the sunrise through his bedroom window. Another beautiful day in Paris. Even if it was a little chilly in the early October air, the cold had never bothered him as much as they had his lady. A ghost of a smile flitted across his face as he remembered her and slipped his feet into the silly kitty slippers she’d made for him ages ago.
His muscles ached as he stretched, but between his excursions to the gym, the years of superheroing, and the schedule from his youth that had run him ragged, the pain was more than bearable. A warm shower to help relax helped take the edge off the soreness. Now all he needed was some breakfast, and something to distract himself. With those goals in mind, he got dressed and headed into the kitchen, sparing a glance at Plagg. He was still laying on his back, bathed in a sunbeam as one of his legs twitched. Adrien smiled as gently closed the door behind him.
Despite all the classes and his time at the bakery, breakfast was still Adrien’s strong suit. He started to cook up a cheese omelette stuffed with fresh vegetables, paired with some leftover bread he’d taken home from the Dupain-Chengs yesterday. Barely a few minutes had passed before the silence became maddening. Another lingering pain from his childhood, but one that he could easily remedy. A playlist Nino had made for him filled the air and Adrien’s mind cleared.
Halfway through breakfast, he remembered he’d never checked the mail yesterday. Not wanting his food to get cold, he dashed down to the mailroom of the complex and quickly opened his slot. As expected, there was a bundle of letters that he snatched before closing it and running back into his apartment.
He slowly shuffled through them while he ate. Most were worthless spam or worse. One from a modeling agency he’d worked for a month or two ago. Probably either thanking him for the work or pre-emptively asking for him to come back on for the winter lines. Considering his finances were doing alright, he’d likely pass on that and carefully set the letter aside. Reaching the bottom of the pile, he froze.
A familiar type of envelope in the same familiar handwriting of his father.
Everything in him told him it was a bad idea to read it. He never came out of it any better than when he went in. His heart was pounding in his chest and he began sweating. His breathing was ragged as his eyes flew over the page.
They were all the same. Every single one of them. Different words, same meaning.
‘I did what I had to.’
‘This was for YOU.’
‘Our family needed this.’
‘Put yourself in my shoes.’
‘Would you have done any different?’
The words flew past in a blur as his eyes glazed over. Before he could properly read it, a sharp voice drew him out of the downward spiral.
“I’m hungry!” Plagg whined as he flew in front of Adrien’s vision. “I’m wasting away here, kid. I need delicious, gooey camembert NOW.”
A smile tugged at his lips but didn’t reach his eyes as Adrien jolted to his feet to find his kwami’s breakfast.
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While Adrien was distracted, Plagg narrowed his eyes and faced the letter. He was sorely tempted to just cataclysm it right here and now, to make sure his chosen would never be hurt by it again. But control of their powers had never been the forte of any of the kwami, least of all the kwami of destruction. Deciding that it was only barely not worth ruining the apartment, Plagg batted the letter into the trash. If only he’d had the opportunity to do the same to Gabriel himself.
Adrien returned with a quarter wheel of cheese, which Plagg took to eating with gusto. Adrien frowned as he looked on the counter.
“Hey, Plagg?” The kwami slowly looked up from his breakfast. “Do you know where that letter I was reading went?”
“Somewhere it belonged, I’m sure,” Plagg replied irritatedly. Adrien was about to speak again, so Plagg interrupted him. “So, date night, right? That’ll be something to look forward to.”
Just as expected, a dopey grin crossed Adrien’s face. Plagg could play the boy like a lute. “Yeah, it’ll be great to go out again. We don’t get to go on dates as much as I’d like.”
“That’s ‘cuz you’d want to go on dates every night,” Plagg pointed out.
“True,” Adrien conceded. “But I don’t hear you complaining.” He rested his head on his hands, almost flush with the table, putting him at eye height to Plagg. “Maybe because you have a love bug too that you get to cuddle with, hm?”
Plagg made a gagging sound. “Sugar cube and I don’t cuddle. We are ancient beings from the dawn of time.”
“Really? Curled up into each other like that, you could’ve fooled me. And what, exactly, is it that kwamis call it?”
“...Shut up.”
“And you have pet names for each other! Just like me and Mari. Sounds a lot like you two are dating, you know.”
Plagg slowly turned to Adrien and narrowed his eyes. “Shut. Up.”
“Aw, I’m sorry Plagg. Truce?” Adrien scritched between his ears in just the right way.
Unable to fight his instincts, Plagg purred in spite of himself. Refusing to continue the conversation, he doubled down on eating his cheese. Adrien chuckled and returned to his breakfast.
Despite his denials, Plagg was looking forward to the date night, but for more than just seeing his Tikki. Plagg snuck glances at his charge, but Adrien seemed to be back to his usual peppy self again. He breathed a sigh of relief. Another crisis averted, barely.
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With how much she’d been pushing herself, it was bound to happen eventually. Late night studying. Early morning classes. Every hour crammed full of work. Between the darkness of the theater, the calm and pleasant movie, and the comfortable shoulder of her boyfriend, Marinette was destined to fail. None of that made it any less mortifying.
Marinette was gently shaken awake by Adrien as the credits rolled. It took a moment for his face to come into focus, but when it did the amusement was plain.
“Rough night, huh?”
She snorted. “More like rough semester.” She wrapped herself around his arm as they walked out, leaning on him as her eyelids grew heavy. Despite her best attempts, she yawned.
She felt him kiss the crown of her head. “My poor, sleepy bug. How about we bail on the restaurant part of our date and just head over to my place?”
Even in her exhausted state she managed a grin. “Why Adrien, you tom cat. And without even buying me dinner first.”
He rolled his eyes playfully. “You’ll get your food. I just don’t want you face planting in your plate in public.”
“Oh, so it’s alright when I dive face first into my food, just so long as it's at your apartment?”
“Yes,” he said with a stoic expression. “Then when you drown in soup I will be slightly less embarrassed.”
“Oh, I see,” she deadpanned. “Well, as long as my impending doom isn’t an inconvenience to you.”
“I’m glad you understand.”
Their eyes met briefly, but that was enough to break their charade. Both of them broke out into giggles and the conversation passed into a comfortable silence as they made their way to Adrien’s apartment. At which point, she let out another big yawn.
He looked at her with a frown. “You going to make it, lovebug?”
“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “You’re going to have to carry me.” She stuck out her tongue at him and took a step towards the elevator.
Naturally, she didn’t make it much further than the one step since Adrien swept her up into his arms.
She laughed. “I was joking you ridiculous man.”
“Princesses get carried to their towers,” he replied loftily. “I don’t make the rules.”
The strong, independent woman in her wanted to struggle and get down, but the very tired design student who was presently in control simply cuddled closer as she laid her head on his chest. She felt warm and secure and relaxed for the first time in days. She closed her eyes to listen to his heartbeat more clearly.
She must have drifted off since when she opened her eyes, she was laying on his couch. There was a delicious smell in the air that was enough to make her stand up, clutching the blanket Adrien must have draped over her.
He smiled as she approached his kitchen. “Hey bed bug. Done with your cat nap?”
“For now, at least.” She rested her head against his back as he stirred. “What’re you cooking?”
“Potato soup. Straight from your father’s cookbook.”
She hummed happily. “I can’t wait.”
“Take a seat, I’ll pour you a bowl when its done.”
She moved to do so and happened to walk past the garbage can. Her eyes were drawn towards an uncrumpled letter facing up. It wasn’t hard to recognize the writing - years of idolizing the man behind the brand had trained her well. Even if it had been even more years since that particular pedestal had been broken, never to be rebuilt. She cautiously lifted it from the trash and scanned the page. Ladybug levels of singular purpose parted the tired fog of her mind as her anger was stoked.
“Adrien…” Something in her voice caused him to turn around with a frown. When he saw what she was holding, his eyes widened. “...Have you read this?”
“S-some of them.” There was a tenseness to his shoulders that hadn’t been there a moment before. A stiffness to the way he held himself. “Only skimmed that one before… before I lost it.”
Lost it? Sounds like Plagg’s doing. Marinette made a mental note to sneak the little guy even more treats. Then her eyes widened in realization as his words caught up to her brain.
“Wait. ‘Some’ of them? There are others?”
Adrien swallowed and visibly paled.
In a heartbeat, Marinette was beside him, the blanket forgotten as it pooled on the floor behind her. She reached a hand up to cup his cheek and he leaned into her touch gratefully. With her other hand, she grabbed his forearm and squeezed.
“Oh, kitty…”
After a few more deep breaths, he got himself under control. He took the letter and folded it up neatly before stashing it high on his refrigerator.
“So, uh…” He said in a voice that only barely warbled. “Soups ready.”
She knew him well enough to let it lie… for now. Adrien didn’t like being pressed or forced to talk about things, but she trusted him enough to talk in his own time. For now, all she could do was take his mind off of it.
And if that meant chatting over a dinner of soup and then cuddling on the couch for a few hours… she wasn’t about to complain.
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It was morning when Marinette woke up. Apparently she’d been picked up yet again since now she found herself in Adrien’s bed, with the man himself nuzzled up underneath her chin.
As much as she wanted to sleep in, a glance at the clock proved that wasn’t likely. She groaned and tried to wriggle out of Adrien’s grasp.
“Nooo…” Adrien moaned into her collarbone. “Stay…”
“You know I’ve got classes, sunshine…”
He raised his head and pleaded at her with those big, green eyes. His bottom lip quivered with overplayed sadness. It was almost enough to break her right there, but sheer stubbornness carried her through this time.
“Nice try, and very cute, but it’s still a no.”
He sighed. “It was worth a shot. What if I drive you into class?”
“I…” She glanced at the clock again. “I’d actually appreciate that, thanks.”
“And if I happened to not have anything else to do today and brought you lunch later… I don’t suppose you’d appreciate that too?”
She tried to pout at him for babying her, but the warm smile he was giving her was proving contagious. Instead, she sighed and rolled out of his arms before walking into his shower room.
His laughter could be heard even through the door. “I didn’t hear a ‘no’, princess!”
#Miraculous Ladybug#Adrien Agreste#Plagg#Marinette Dupain-Cheng#Adrienette#aged up#ml fanfiction#my writing#Eating Habits#The Lucky One series
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can u rec any ml fics that doesn’t focus on the love square??? pure plot or at least romance as a subplot. marinette reclaiming the rightful spot as protagonist training as a guardian, hunting down hawkmoth. i’d prefer platonic and not “i met u and now i’m obsessed on u” it’s tiring and canon doesn’t make sense since they’re just forcing it for (unhealthy) so-called dynamics. salt is fine too!!
To be completely honest, I don’t have that many fics to recommend. Whenever I check out the MLB fanfic archives, it’s usually love square fics or salt AUs. I tend to filter out love square ships and try to find the diamonds in the rough, but diamonds for me are fully thought out plots that are clearly nuanced and have an end goal. That sounds a little bourgeoisie, uh, I mean, I like fics that look like they’re headed somewhere, not ones that just seem like they’re going to go on forever.
Anyways, there are a few I can recommend:
Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist
This one is pretty cool. It’s the basic “Marinette transfers schools”, but the characters and events are plotted out well, OCs feel fleshing out (I’m actually rooting for them), and there’s a lot of fluff. Adrinette is the main shipping, with a side of OCxOC. My only gripe is that the conflict isn’t as present or intense as I’d like it to be, so the fic feels very fluffy without a bit of hard angst to balance it out.
Take Two
I’m not a big fan of Felix, mostly because I feel he’s overrated and people just use him as a mouthpiece for their salty venting. But, Take Two does a great job at throwing him into the mix of post-Chameleon MLB, fleshing him out with an interesting backstory that pits him against Adrien right off the bat, and giving Marinette some support. I don’t have many criticisms of it, besides Felix feeling a little gary stu at times, because there are moments where the story takes a break from the action for Felix to figure things out. The conflict is present, but I’m not sure where it’s heading.
Assumptions
My absolute favorite au that people have come up with is the one where people think Ladybug is dating Marinette. It’s just hilarious, fun, and sometimes pushes a lot of LGBTQ+ themes that could turn into whole subplots. Anyways, this particular story does that and throws Marinette into a couple of loops. Chat/Adrien is supportive, but I feel he should be jealous and more stand-offish to go with the usual “obsessed with Ladybug” stuff. Conflict is present only for laughs, unfortunately, so there isn’t much of an expected end goal to meet.
The Reveal That Didn’t
Now, for those of you who don’t know, this is some pre-Chameleon angst right here. It’s a classic. A primogenitor to the salt we consume today. So, basic premise, Marinette sees Adrien de-transform and tries to tell him that she’s Ladybug, because, you know, love square obsession and what not. Anyways, he doesn’t believe her, Chloé overhears them, and then Chloé humiliates Marinette in front of the whole class. It’s been a while since I’ve read the different parts that people have added, but I’m pretty sure there’s some akumanette branches, some open-ended branches, and there’s a Lilanette branch that’s pre-Chameleon and that I cherish as my favorite and only Lilanette fic.
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Hi! I was wondering if I could book bind your fic Marinette Dupain-Cheng's Spite Playlist (Remix)? Please let me know! Thanks so much!
I mean, if you want it just for you that's fine but like don't sell it or anything.
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For this week’s fanfiction recommendation, we bring you a fic that I have a feeling most of you have probably read. If you haven’t, you need to go and check out Marinette Dupain-Cheng's Spite Playlist written by caterinawrites (@purrincess-chat ) on Archive. This fic was just updated and now has 13 chapters and nearly 40k words. I’m so excited to go read the latest chapter of this epic salt fic with full Marinette appreciation.
In this fic, the author helps to satisfy the desire I’m sure we all had after watching Chameleon, the desire for Marinette to be appreciated and the rest of the class to learn the truth about Lila. This story is full of excellent salt, supportive Adrien, and some of the best new friends for our favorite girl.
Check out the summary below and then follow the link to read this wonderful fic! Don’t forget to leave a comment to let the author know you appreciate their work, and send us a message with a fanfic you’d like to recommend. Thanks for visiting the FANDOM-sphere!
Summary:
After her friends all abandon her for Lila, Marinette decides it's time for a fresh start and moves to a new school. How will she fare in a new environment? Will her friends even notice that she's gone, or will they fall victim to Lila's ploy to turn them all against her?
Read it on ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16877475/chapters/39635988
#fandomsphere#marauderluverz#miraculous ladybug#miraculousladybug#podcast#ao3#ml season 3#fanfiction#fanfic rec#marinette dupain cheng#ml salt fic#a:caterinawrites
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<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/16877475"><strong>Marinette Dupain-Cheng's Spite Playlist: Remix</strong></a> (138748 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/caterinawrites"><strong>caterinawrites</strong></a><br />Chapters: 41/41<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Miraculous%20Ladybug">Miraculous Ladybug</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Original Character(s), Chloé Bourgeois & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Chloé Bourgeois<br />Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Chloé Bourgeois, Lila Rossi, Alya Césaire, Original Miraculous Ladybug Character(s)<br />Additional Tags: marinette changes schools, marinette appreciation fic, Lila downfall, Chloè redemption, Original Characters - Freeform, marinette glows tf up, adrien grows a pair, new miraculous users, marinette getting the love she deserves, characters will age throughout, Adrinette, Eventual reveal fic, Alya Césaire Redemption, lots of adrinette fluff, chloe and adrien are a hilarious duo, Class redemption, the best revenge is living well, old fic rewritten, marinette and alya break up for a while, new heroes, oc heroes - Freeform, Gabriel gets what he deserves, Minor Character Death<br />Summary: <p>After almost getting akumatized, Marinette decides it's time for a fresh start and moves to a new school. How will she fare in a new environment? Will her friends even notice she's gone, or will they fall victim to Lila's ploy to turn them all against her?</p>
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Cat’s Writing Tips: 10 Things I Learned Rewriting MDCSP
For anyone that doesn’t know at this point, I rewrote a fic of mine last year called Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist and rereleased it as Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix. The whole journey of revising the 86,000 word story took me about a year over which time I completely edited the original text and added an additional 52,000 words of new content. I learned a lot about the writing process along the way and feel like my writing leveled up as well. Here are 10 things I learned along the way while revising this absolute beast of a story that may help you on your writing journey as well:
1. Revising takes time
When I first set out to rewrite this story, I thought I could get it all done during NaNoWriMo. Aka, I thought I could do it in 1 month. And I probably could have if I’d been more on top of things and didn’t also have a full time day job. The whole process from start to finish took me about a year. That included editing the original text, writing the new content from scratch, getting everything beta read, going through feedback and making more revisions. I learned that the process of revising is a long one, but it’s a process that is so worth it. I’m really proud of the Remix, and I love the way it turned out in the end. Even if I felt like I was limping to the finish. My advice is take your time to do revisions well. You’ll be much happier with the end result.
2. Outlines are a literal godsend
I plan to make a whole separate post on outlining because motherfucking outlines saved my ass. I have outlined every story I’ve written since then. I mean, I usually would go into stories with some type of outline or at the very least an idea of what I wanted, but I started making detailed outlines for the new chapters, and let me tell you, it’s now a standard practice in my life.
For the enemies AU I’m working on, I have had the whole project outlined for months now from chapter 1 all the way through chapter 22. I’m still tweaking the ending, but for these beginning chapters, I know exactly what is going to happen in each chapter and have been able to map out Adrien’s whole journey throughout the fic. Outlining takes the guess work out of writing. If ever I forget where I’m supposed to be heading with a particular chapter, I glance back at the outline. By putting in the legwork to decide on all of the important plot points in the story ahead of time, it saves me that paralysis while writing where I have to stop and think hmmm what happens next. It keeps me from writing myself into corners, and it allows me to shape the story exactly how I want, so when it comes time to sit and write, I can just sit and write. I don’t have to stop and figure anything out. I’ve done that already. It’s what has allowed me to sit and spit out 8k within a week at times. Writers block? We don’t know her anymore. If I’m not able to write, it’s because I literally don’t have the time, which still happens because again, I have a full-time day job. But having a detailed outline completely removed mental blocks for me.
3. Set goals/keep a journal
I started keeping a writing journal to track my progress throughout this rewrite. I’d set weekly goals and keep track of how much I was writing on any given day. It helped keep me focused on what I needed to do next as well as keep me organized. It was also a way to hold myself accountable when I didn’t meet my goals. Something about putting things in writing makes you far more likely to do them. In my writing journal, I’d track daily word counts and set goals for what I wanted to work on/finish that week. Usually I’d be finishing one chapter, editing another, and starting on another almost every week. I didn’t always meet my goals, but setting them kept me motivated and helped me know what came next.
4. Skip around
This is something I still do and one area where outlines come in handy. My betas can attest that I always drag my feet when it comes to writing fight scenes. It’s not that I’m not good at them, I’m sure anyone who has read a fight scene written by me knows I’m not bad at it. It’s just that they’re tedious. It requires a lot of thinking and action and there are a lot of variables that go into them. Several times while rewriting MDCSPR, I’d get to a fight scene that I wasn’t quite mentally prepared to tackle, but the fight scene was sandwiched between a scene I really wanted to get to. So, I’d just skip the fight scene and keep writing from the next moment that I could clearly picture. This allowed me to get higher word counts every day because most of the time if I wrote the beginning and end, filling in the middle wasn’t hard because it gave me a clear picture of where I was headed and what I needed to connect to. It kept me from getting stuck on one word or one sentence and getting paralyzed for days or weeks at a time on one thing. Allowing myself to skip something and go back to it alleviated that sense of perfectionism that tends to nag me when I’m writing.
A word of caution about skipping around is don’t skip too far. Especially if you’re writing from scratch. Often times, even if you outline your story, you might change your mind about certain things or adopt a different vibe as you write. So if you skip ahead and write the ending before you’ve written the beginning, you might change your mind on that ending and have to scrap it and rewrite it later on. If I skipped around, it was usually within a single chapter or two, and I’d always make sure to go back and finish filling in the missing parts before I moved on.
5. Work in chunks
Rewriting a 20 chapter story was daunting at times. 86k is a lot of words to read and reread and rewrite. The only way I got through it was by working on one chunk at a time. I was usually working on at least 2-3 chapters at a time. This worked well for me for a couple of reasons. 1. If I got bogged down on one chapter, I could just move to a different one. 2. It helped me get more done at a time. Breaking a story down into chunks makes it way more manageable because it allows you to focus on one thing at a time rather than the whole thing at once. Writing 138,000 words sounds like a lot. Writing 2k right now is much more manageable. And eventually those 2ks add up, and now you’ve got a whole story.
6. Keep going
Along with my last point, this one kind of seems obvious, but keep going. Writing is a marathon, not a sprint. Though writing sprints do help you get through the marathon. I find that writing long stories especially is a matter of building and maintaining momentum. Pace yourself and keep making steady progress, no matter how small. I didn’t write every single day while rewriting MDCSPR, but I made sure to keep making steady progress whether by skipping around, working in chunks, or outlining something and plotting. If you feel yourself start to get stuck, work around the blockage. Skip it and work on something else. You can always go back and edit a bad first draft, but you can’t edit something that doesn’t exist. Keep up the momentum if you’ve got it. Nothing has been more freeing to me than getting to a point that’s stumping me and just skipping a few lines and writing [insert fight scene here], then moving onto whatever happens next. Skip shit. Keep going. Watch those word counts rise.
7. Fix it in post
I think a lot of writers suffer from a nagging sense of perfectionism. They slave over every word while they’re writing because they want to write the perfect draft. The most important thing I learned while writing MDCSPR is to throw perfection to the wind because the perfect draft doesn’t exist. I can’t tell you how many times I was writing something new, and it wasn’t going exactly how I wanted. I had that nagging voice to stop and fix it then and there, to agonize over a single sentence until it was “perfect.” But the most freeing thing I learned how to do was say eh, I can fix it later. Keep going. Let the sentence be bad. You can fix it later. As I said before, you can fix a bad first draft. You can’t fix a draft that hasn’t been written. Edit later. Allow yourself to write poorly and just spit the words onto the page.
8. Walk away/let it rest
This is something a younger me struggled with. I'd write something and want to post it immediately. I am an excitable person that struggles to keep projects secret XD I always want to tease things and share what I'm working on. For this project, though, I waited until I had edited 21 chapters to start posting it. That was an excruciating amount of time and effort put in with little pay off until it was time to share it, but patience and time make for much better writing. My betas kept me going because I could at least get some feedback on what I was making, but since this was a revision, I didn't want to send my betas sloppy drafts either. I tried to make every chapter as polished as possible before sending it, and the main way I did that was by walking away for a while.
Cat, that sounds counter intuitive. Okay, hear me out. I talked about keeping a writing journal and how I'd usually be finishing one chapter, editing another, and starting the next one within any given week, and I found that this system worked well for me. It can be tempting when you finish a chapter to immediately start editing it, and oftentimes I would give the chapter a read through after I finished it initially, but I wouldn't send it to my betas at that point. I started walking away from finished chapters and letting them rest while I worked on something else. Getting my eyes off a chapter for a week or two greatly increased the quality of my edits when I came back to it. When the chapter is fresh in your mind, it's harder to spot mistakes because you've read it a dozen times, and your eyes start to glaze over typos and mistakes more easily because you're used to the text. Walking away for a little while and letting your brain purge it a little bit allows you to come back with fresh eyes that can more easily spot mistakes. It also helps if you're iffy on a part, you can usually come back with fresh ideas and/or new solutions.
Even now with my enemies AU, I tell my beta to give me a few days after I finish a chapter because I walk away before going back to proofread it. The writing process can be stressful, and most writers I know struggle with the nagging sense of perfectionism. We want to edit and edit again until a piece is perfect. Accepting that an initial draft is going to need work and allowing myself to just walk away and let it be bad for a little bit while I consider ways to improve it makes for better revisions in the long run. The drafts I send to my betas are far more polished, and I tend to be happier with them. Let your stories rest, then come back to them. It will help level up your writing tremendously.
9. Find betas you work well with
All that being said, my betas were the real mvps of this project. I revised 21 chapters before I started posting this one (and tbh it was more than that because it took time to get previous chapters beta read so I'd just keep going). My betas were my sole source of feedback on this project for months. I recommend having a variety of skillsets in your beta team. I had someone who was more grammar focused, someone who gave general feedback on the direction of the story and characters, and someone who gave more reactionary feedback to specific things within the chapter. They reacted as if they were a reader to give me an idea of whether or not readers would enjoy the story. These comments were what kept me from getting discouraged or burned out.
Writers naturally crave feedback and comments from readers. We want to know people enjoy our work. Going months working on a project with no feedback can be agony. Find betas you work well with. Or friends. Get other eyes on your work to leave you comments. Not only will it improve your craft because betas can spot things and offer outside perspectives you may not see on your own, and they can give you much desired feedback to keep those dry patches from swallowing you and your motivation.
Trust me, I spent a long time in this fandom just spitting out stories and throwing them on ao3 dot com. And I will say I don't get everything beta read. Short drabbles and one shots I just edit myself. But for big projects especially, I highly recommend getting a beta or two or three. You will improve. Guaranteed.
10. Always be doing something
This sounds obvious, but not in the way you're probably thinking. I said always be doing something, not always be writing. Editing is something. Outlining is something. Brainstorming is something. Reviewing beta feedback is something. There are many other aspects to writing than just writing. Even on days when I wasn't writing for mdcspr, I was doing something. I was editing, I was reviewing my outline and brainstorming, I was making my playlist, I was considering what songs to use for what scenes, I was setting goals, I was rereading old chapters that were finished. Pretty much every day I was doing something to keep the story fresh in my mind and keep forward momentum on the project.
But Cat, I thought you said walk away. Yes. From individual chapters. But you should be doing something for your project most days of the week. Take a break if you need it, but if you want to finish, you have to keep working. I found that if I needed a break from writing, working on the playlist or compiling outfit references on pinterest was a good way to keep the story at the front of my brain. I was working on it, even when I wasn't physically writing. This helped me develop a deeper understanding of my characters that made them easier to write in the long run. Understanding their style helped develop their personalities and mannerisms. Figuring out what songs and lyrics the characters might relate to in any given scene helped put me in their head. You don't have to write every day, but you should do something. Big projects take time, and they're going to take even longer if you take long breaks. Marathon, not a sprint. Keep the momentum going, pace yourself, do something.
Keep in mind, writing is a very individual process. What works for me, may not work for you. These are just a few things I found that helped me push through a big project. Find a process that works for you and go for it. If these tips work for you, great! At the end of the day, you have to figure out what works for you and develop your own methods and process. I hope that this is helpful for some of you! If you have anything else that works for you that you'd like to add, feel free to reblog and share! Contrary to popular belief, writing isn't an individual activity. Writing a novel takes a whole team. We improve by interacting with each other and giving advice and encouragement.
If you want me to cover any other topics in writing, feel free to comment or message me. I'm not a professional writer, but I've been writing for 16 years. I've learned a thing or two over that time 🤷♀️ Happy writing!
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