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The Truth 1

The Truth

[1 The Truth] [2 Soul] [3 Through a Shattered Mirror] [4 Healing]

Marinette took a deep breath. Adrien deserved to know the truth, about her identity and how his father, who is now being hailed as a hero, was Monarch, the man who terrorised Paris for the past couple of years. Adrien stared down at her, his eyes soft and loving. Marinette hoped he didn’t hate her.

“Adrien?” Murmured Marinette, glancing up at him, “I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?” Adrien murmured back.

“I…” Marinette’s mind went blank, “can’t remember.”

Adrien winced, “I hate it when that happens, you know what your gonna say and then to flies out of your mind.”

Marinette hummed, quietly pondering on what she was going to say.

Ladybug looked down at Adrien, he was staring up at his father’s statue, with a troubled look on his face.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Asked Ladybug, making Adrien look up at her.

“I’m thinking about my father,” Confessed Adrien, “He gave his life to defeat Monarch, and he’s a hero for it, but all the stuff he did to me and my friends. How he hurt me and was unnecessarily cruel to my friend. He hated my girlfriend because she made me happy. I, I wanted him to be Monarch, j-just so I could feel justified in why I hated him so much.”

“I,” Ladybug paused, “I never knew you felt that way.”

“Yeah, well,” Scoffed Adrien, “He’s a hero now, everyone loves him. No matter how horrible he was or how bad he made others feel.”

Ladybug felt her mouth and voice move on their own accord, “I’m sure he was just doing his best, Adrien.”

Adrien scowled and scoffed again, “No offence, Ladybug, but you didn’t know him, you didn’t live with him, you didn’t have to work for him, and you didn’t have to try to reach out to him every day and get rejected.”

Adrien spun around and stalked off, as Ladybug gnawed at her bottom lip.

Ladybug gnawed on her bottom lip, she’d asked Chat Noir to meet her, she’d made sure to specify that she wanted to see Chat Noir only, much to the rest of the team’s consternation. Since Monarch had been defeated and Gabriel’s statue had gone up, she’d tried to tell Adrien who his father really was, but every time she tried, the words wouldn’t need her mouth.

“Okay, LB, what’s the news?” Said Chat, making Ladybug jump.

“How many time do I have to tell you not to do that?” Gasped Ladybug, before straightening up, “Never mind, I have a problem.”

“Is it boy trouble? I promise not to cataclysm him too hard.” Rattled off Chat Noir, getting a sigh from Ladybug.

“It’s to do with Monarch’s identity.” Said Ladybug, not hearing the team all gasp underneath her.

“Oh, really?” Questioned Chat, “Who was he?”

“Gabrilllll- Gabb- for fuck’s sake, the guy who dressed like a candy cane before being bleached.” Spat Ladybug, internally cursing whatever was going on with her.

“Gabriel Agreste?” Asked Chat, slowly, “I’m sorry, M’Lady, but I thought he helped defeat Monarch?”

“In a roundabout way,” Dismissed Ladybug, “I can’t remember how, but he got the Miraculous, made the wish and then, nothing, I don’t know what changed, but he seemingly wished himself out of existence.”

Chat Noir swallowed, “W-why didn’t you tell Adrien this?”

“I’ve tried,” Sighed Ladybug, “that’s the problem, every time I try and tell him, my mind goes blank, and I keep forgetting what I’m trying to tell him. Then my mouth suddenly gets a mind of its own and tells him ‘Your father was a hero, he helped defeat Monarch’. It’s like my brain’s trying to erase that he was Monarch!”

“What?” Ladybug and Chat whirled around and spotted Carapace, “Adrien’s dad was Monarch?”

Ladybug groaned, before pinching the bridge of her nose, “Okay, okay, who else decided my instruction of ‘Chat Noir Only’ was a suggestion?”

Slowly, each and every member of the team crawled out from their hiding places. Ladybug groaned again.

“Yeah, I know, we didn’t listen to you and you’re not mad, just disappointed.” Said Rena, “However, in our defence-”

“Rena, be quiet.” Said Ryuko, walking up to Ladybug, “Ladybug, look at me.”

Ladybug slowly looked up and everyone jerked back, Ladybug had blood running from her eyes and nose.

“What?” Asked Ladybug, before her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Oh shit.” Swore Rena, rushing forwards, helping Ryuko lower Ladybug to the floor, “What the hell?”

Chat shook himself out of his stupor and knelt down next to Ladybug, “What just happened?”

“Ladybug said Adrien’s dad was Monarch, before she started bleeding from the eyes and nose and then she collapsed.” Said Pegasus, getting everyone’s attention.

“I think he meant that metaphorically.” Suggested Purple Tigress, as Rena frowned.

“I’m going to have to remove the earrings.” Stated Rena, “Hopefully, Tikki can tell us what’s wrong.”

Rena went to grab the earrings, before hesitating. She frowned, before looking over at the rest of the heroes, “Argos, I need your coat.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have a blanket to hide her identity!”

Argos grumbled as he shed his coat and held it out to Rena.

Rena took it and carefully adjusted it over Ladybug, before reaching under it and pulling the earrings off. Chat stared at Ladybug’s shoes, they looked familiar to him, before Ladybug suddenly started convulsing.

“Oh fuck!” Yelped Rena, attempting to restrain Ladybug with Ryuko, “Now what?!”

“Stop restraining her!” Yelled Pigella, rushing forwards, “You’re at risk of harming her!”

Shoving the two out of the way, Pigella went to remove the coat, Rena opened her mouth, but a glare from Pigella silenced her.

“I’m sorry.” Whispered Pigella, before pulling the coat off Ladybug and rolling her onto her side.

Marinette suddenly expelled blood from her mouth, everyone except Argos, Ryuko and Rena froze. Pigella shook her head and looked at them, “We need to get her to a hospital.”

“How?” Asked Ryuko, “we can’t just charge in there and say ‘Hey this unconscious and bleeding girl is Ladybug, we don’t know what’s wrong with her!’ can we?”

Chat shook his head and looked away, before rushing over and grabbing the earrings form Rena and jammed them onto his ears.

“What are you doing?” Demanded Rena, as Chat flicked the earrings.

“Tikki might be able to help.” Said Chat, as the Kwami appeared.

“What?” Said Tikki, “Where’s…?”

She spotted Marinette, “Marinette!”

“Tikki, can you tell us what’s happening to her?” Asked Chat, quickly catching her attention.

“It’s a side effect of witnessing a reality changing wish, she tried to reveal what happened in the old world and now it’s trying to kill her.” Answered Tikki, “It was a stipulation Monarch made when he made his wish.”

“Is there any way to reverse it?” Demanded Rena, from Marinette’s side.

“The Celestial Guardian might.” Said Tikki, getting a frown from Chat, he didn’t particularly like him very much.

“They trained me to succeed Su Han-” Started Viperion, before someone snorted.

“You were trained because you were a loose end,” Said a man, appearing with a shimmer, “You are simply a soldier, not a commander.”

“Li.” Chided a woman, appearing, “At ease.”

The man scoffed, before jumping down, “Move aside.”

Ryuko reached for her sword, before the woman spoke up, “Li has a blood connection with the girl. He can help in ways the Grand Master cannot.”

Li crouched next to Marinette, ushering Pigella and Rena out of the way. He sliced into his hand, and started muttering under his breath.

Viperion scowled, before Marinette coughed up some more blood, with some red markings appearing on her. Li frowned, before resuming his muttering. Marinette coughed again, the red markings vanishing.

“She should be healed enough to go to a healer without anyone asking too many questions.” Said Li, after he was finished, “They’ll likely say that she’s exhausted, but she’ll be fine.”

Rena nodded, grabbed Marinette, with Ryuko helping her and jumped off the roof. The rest of the team stood in silence as the Guardians left, with Li casting a sharp glare at Viperion.

Marinette coughed blood into the paper bowl the doctors had given her.

“She’s incredibly lucky.” Said one to her mother, “if she’d ingested any more, you’d be making funeral arrangements.”

Sabine glanced at Marinette, before looking at the doctor.

“That being said,” they continued, “it may also be down to the fact the glass wasn’t ground fine enough.”

“Why didn’t anyone notice?” Asked Sabine, making the doctor look at her.

“Ground up glass looks a lot like sugar when ground up.” Said the doctor, “Does she had sugar in anything?”

“Practically everything she eats or drinks.” Said Sabine, frowning.

“Has she had any reaction to anything she’s eaten?”

“No, she’s hasn’t.”

“How about drinking?”

Sabine froze, “She threw away a coffee she got, she said it hurt her tongue.”

“Where did she get it from?” Asked the doctor, frowning.

“A coffee shop near her school, Petunia’s.”

The doctor didn’t move, before looking down at his notes, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Marinette spat some more blood into her bowl, “Maman, am I going to die?”

Sabine sat next to Marinette and gently wrapped an arm around her, “I don’t think so, the doctors don’t seem to be too concerned.”

The door opened, with the doctor re-entering the room, “Right, I’ve contacted the police, we’ve had a number of other patients with similar symptoms. They’ll want to talk to you.”

“Is she going to be alright?” Asked Sabine, getting the Doctor’s attention.

“She’ll be fine.” Assured the Doctor, “Fortunately, the blood’s mostly coming from her tongue, but her fainting is down to another issue. Does your daughter suffer from insomnia?”

“I don’t think so.” Answered Sabine, “But she does drink a lot of coffee at home.”

The doctor sighed, “I’m going to suggest you put her on a caffeine hold and see what happens from there.” They handed Sabine a prescription, “These are a mild sleep medication, she should take one after a meal. I’m going to see about discharging your daughter.”

Sabine watched after the doctor as they walked out, before looking at Marinette, who, for some reason, had stuck four cotton balls in her mouth.

“Habe bhe beebin stobed?”

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just news,” Said Nadja on the television, “Petunia’s, a local coffee shop, has been closed by police after it was discovered they were giving some of their customers ground up glass in their coffee.”

Marinette stopped with a cheese puff half-way to her mouth.

“The owner of Petunia’s has not been arrested, but had declined to comment.”

Marinette shrugged, before going back the spell book, pausing when she saw a particular spell.

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Tough Luck, Tender Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alya sighed and pushed up her glasses.

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

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

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

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

She sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

__*__*__*__*__

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Adrien! I have to talk to you!”

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

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

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

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

“A-Adrien, I...”

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

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

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

Adrien’s jaw dropped down even lower this time.

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

Adrien still hadn’t spoken.

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

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

There was no way this would end well.

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

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

Ladybug licked her lips. “What?”

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

Icy shock mixed with guilty relief flooded Marinette.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And who else had he told?

Ladybug felt a stab of betrayal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it had only cost her secret identity.

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

__*__*__*__*__

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tikki quirked her brow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She landed in a tree.

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

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

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

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

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

Ladybug’s eyes widened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I beg your pardon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adrien detransformed and frowned at his kwami.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alya was frowning as she looked between Adrien and Ladybug.

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

Ladybug let out a squeak, which made Alya smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The kiss said more than enough.

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

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theinkedserpent2 · 1 year

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Lucky Guess

Adrien was so screwed. Beyond fucked, and not in a fun way. Marinette, the love of his life and the girl of his dreams was way too smart for her own good. Adrien and Marinette had been dating as civilians for a few months now. All their friends were happy for them, others not so much. But, they were happy and that’s all they cared about in the beginning. Chat Noir and Marinette had been close friends long before her and Adrien had started dating, which was nice. He had finally gotten to know her without the stuttering and avoidance he had gotten so used to. So, when he had dropped onto her balcony that night, he was expecting a night of gossip and physics homework.

“Princess,” he greeted as he landed on the floor, superhero-style. His signature smirk plastered on his face as he sauntered up to the girl.

“Chat.” She smiled, twirling her pencil in the air as she sat back down at her desk. All he could focus on were her lips, not the words that were coming out of them. He missed them already.

“Whatcha workin on?” He asked, hands clasped behind his back and he stood behind her. He glanced over her shoulder and took a peak at one of her newest drawings.

“Just an idea. Probably not going much further than that,” Marinette sighed, her palm pressed into the side of her face as she looked at the sketch.

“Why not? It looks nice.” Chat looked over the smaller details, reading small notes she had made about fabric types and pattern ideas.

Marinette took a second to think, a frown coming over her face. “I wouldn’t have anything to wear it to.”

She looked more than disappointed. Chat frowned, turning her around on her spinning chair. “Can’t you go anywhere? I mean, that boy you’ve got would do anything for you.” He laughed, placing his hands on her shoulders.

Marinette nodded. “I know, but it’s not something I want to ask of him. It’s more personal.” She thought for a second. “It’s something I want him to ask me, but not because I asked him to ask me. You know what I mean?”

Chat just stared at her, confused just by the statement itself. “Not at all.”

“Have you ever just wanted someone to do something for you, but you didn’t want to ask them because then they would only do it because you asked and not because they wanted to?” Marinette rambled, hands flailing randomly.

“What are you even talking about?” Chat chuckled, sitting down on the floor across from her.

She huffed. “Of course, you wouldn’t understand.” Pushing herself onto the floor, she pulled a pillow off the sofa and brought it into a firm embrace. “It’s hard being in a relationship, you know?”

Chat looked at her, still confused but not for the same reasons anymore. He thought their relationship had been great so far. I mean, really it was just beginning. Had he done something? “Do I need to give this guy a piece of my mind?” Chat threatened, cracking his knuckles menacingly.

“Nothing like that! Adrien is great, I really love him.” She smiled, making Chat blush. They had talked about his civilian form before, it had always been amusing and slightly trippy. “There are just some things he doesn’t know about me.”

Chat nodded. “I know what you mean. That was what kept me and Ladybug apart. We could never know our biggest secrets. It can put a lot of strain on any kind of relationship. But, why do you need to hide anything from model boy? It’s not like you’re secretly a superhero,” Chat chuckled. He was genuinely curious, why would Marinette hide something from him?

Marinette chuckled softly, eyes wandering about the room inconspicuously. “Nothing crazy like that.” She paused, thinking. “I just wonder if sometimes it’s just too good to be true.”

“What do you mean?” Chat was shocked.

“Adrien loving me. Don’t you think? I mean, he could have anyone he wanted, why would he want me? I’m no one.” Marinette’s eyes were downcast, glazing over but still able to fend off tears.

Chat immediately yanked her into a tight hug. “Don’t you ever say that. You are the most amazing person I have ever met, Marinette. Anyone would be lucky as hell to have you in their lives. If Adrien can’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve you.” He pet the back of her head softly, smelling cherry blossoms in her hair. “What happened that made you think like this?”

Marinette shook her head, clinging onto her leather-clad friend. “I think about it a lot. Sometimes I feel like he thinks more of me than he should. I don’t want to disappoint him. I love him so much. He’s the most caring, wonderful, handsome, generous, and standup gentleman that I have ever met.”

Chat’s eyes widened, heat rising in his cheeks. He didn’t know Marinette thought so highly of him as Adrien. The two of them had always talked about weird things he did as a civilian, jokes he would make and even some fights they had gotten into. Nothing as serious as this was becoming. “Marinette, listen to me.” Chat pulled away from the embrace and looked her dead in the eyes. “I will beat the shit out of anyone who tells you you are not good enough for that little shit.”

Marinette immediately burst into laughter, forehead almost pressing into Chat’s. They were so close at this point, he could barely register anything else. Normally, if he were Adrien, he would pull her into a kiss and make out with her right now. Being Chat was annoying at times like this. He loved her so much, sometimes it was painful.

“You don’t need to go that far. Ruining your reputation as a hero would do you no good, trust me.” She reached up and scratched behind his black ears, earning a small purr. “Very aggressive today.”

“I need to defend your honor, Princess. I am your knight in shining armor, after all.” Chat smirked, bringing her hand down to give it a small peck.

Marinette giggled. “Adrien sa-” She stopped as quickly as her thought began, looking at the stray cat intensely.

Chat had realized his mistake far too late. He had told her that as Adrien just a few days ago after making a joke. Fuck his life dude. He could still recover from this. “What, you can’t have two knights?” He laughed nervously. He was going to die tonight.

“Historically, I could have an army at my disposal,” Marinette joked.

Chat let out a sigh of relief, smiling at the girl once again. “Hopefully the two of us shall suffice, your majesty.”

Marinette stood, hands on her lower back as she wandered about her room looking for something. “You know…” she grabbed something off of her desk. “Before I dated Adrien I kept a journal about what I wanted our lives to be like.”

Chat raised his brows in shock, looking between that book and the girl of his dreams. “Really?”

“Really.” She smiled coyly. “It was basically a romance novel, a way for me to dream about a life I never thought I would have.”

For a moment, Chat had a disconnect. “You didn’t make one for me?” He smirked, leaning back on his arms.

“Nope, just for Adrien. No one had ever seen this, except me.” She shrugged, tossing the journal onto her desk and sitting back down on her chair.

“And?” Chat urged, wanting to hear more.

“What?” Marinette asked playfully.

“That’s all I get?!” Chat lept to his feet. “Are you gonna let me read it?”

“Of course not! It’s private. For my eyes only.” Chat could that deep down this was more than just a game, but curiosity the better of him. He wanted to know what she wanted. He wanted to give her the world.

“Pleeeaaassseee, princess? I promise I won't tell a soul!” He lunged for the journal only to be stopped by Marinette’s quick reflexes.

“Not a chance, alley cat.” She quickly grabbed the book and threw it onto her bed.

“Seriously? You tease.” Chat smirked, eyeing the book from afar.

“Why does it matter so much anyway?” She asked, crossing her arms.

Chat stopped for a moment, not sure what to say. “I am your best friend, Marinette. I need to know what you think of this boy you’re dating so I can know if I need to rip his head off or officiate the wedding.” Chat’s eyes narrowed slyly, moving towards her bed as slowly as possible.

“Mhm, interesting theory.” Marinette got closer. “Want to know what I think?” Another step, so close he could feel her breath on his face. With every step, Chat’s face grew redder and his thoughts raced faster. He looked at his face, her beautiful ocean eyes narrowed seductively. Her strappy top not covering as much as it should, leaving his eyes to wander across every curve. God, he wanted her. She was way too close.

“W-what?” He whispered, choking on his own words as the saliva pooled in his mouth.

She leaned into his ear, and whispered, “Are you Adrien?” She pulled away, looking like she was holding back a laugh.

Chat broke in an instant. “I am so sorry my love, I couldn’t say anything when we started dating! Ladybug made me promise not to tell anyone. I didn’t think you would find out so soon. Ladybug is so going to hang me. You are going to be in danger. I need to keep an eye on you more often! Why do you have to be so smart Princ-” Chat stopped when he saw Marinette’s eyes as wide as saucers. “Princess?”

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me?” Marinette shrieked, hands grabbing onto her hair.

“W-what? But, you said-” Chat was more confused than ever.

“It was a joke! I was trying to do to you what you always do to me! Why would you admit that I was right? Your secret identity is supposed to stay secret!” Marinette rambled.

“I thought you had figured it out! Why would I keep lying to you?” Chat paused, taking his girlfriend’s hands in his. “Marinette, I hate lying to you. You have to know that. I have wanted to tell you for so long. Granted, this is not how I expected it to go, but this is a good thing. I’m sorry for putting you in this position, I really am.” Chat looked down sadly.

Marinette looked at her sad, but adorable, cat boyfriend. “Cha-Adrien, I love you. This was totally my fault, I should have never even joked about your identity.” She buried her face in his neck. “I’m the one who’s sorry.”

They hugged, time slowing down. They basked in the moment, as ill-timed as it was. Chat felt so much relief, the weight he had been holding for so long finally evaporating. Now, he felt like nothing could hold him back from his Princess. Marinette felt guilty. Not only that she had accidentally outed her partner at the worst possible moment in their lives, but also that she had to keep lying to him. Especially now. Now that she knew he was Chat Noir she had to keep him from knowing who she was. All she wanted was to keep everyone safe, how could she do that if she didn’t have control of the situation. She loved Adrien, and Chat, with everything that she had. He just needed to wait a little longer.

When they pulled apart, they smiled at one another softly. Marinette broke the silence. “So…I’m dating a real-life cat-boy,” She snorted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Chat laughed, tackling her to the ground.

God, he loved her so much. Fuck. Ladybug was going to skin him.

#ladybug #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fandom #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #chat noir #marichat #adrienette #adrien x marinette #chat noir x marinette #reveal #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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fragileizywriting · 3 months

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no. just, no. there's no way. how come he's never seen that one before? a quick glance over from his reading chair has him doing a double-take; long, very long black latex boots shine in his peripherals as marinette gets ready for the last night of the year in elysium.

new years eve. wear black. he's done his part, and is holding onto her coat, waiting for her to be ready.

she doesn't disappoint.

mini skirt. thigh high boots. a shirt that is— really— more holes than fabric. one shouldered, because of course, black and satiny and gorgeous, tied all together with that perfect ribbon around her neck... and while her hair technically blends in (vantablack, beautiful nothing, where stars shimmer and gold accents become shimmers) she looks so beautiful, offsetting it with her natural paleness and dazzling eyes.

adrien melts into his chair and hides his mouth behind his book. his fangs are out. teenager.

"you're doing this on purpose," he wheezes.

"what are you talking about?" she asks, not really paying attention to what he's saying. she's fiddling with something under her hair. "can you find my other earring?"

"the boots."

she stalls, searching for that monogram chanel stud next to her shoes, only to realize he's not talking about that. "huh? what about them?"

"i've never seen them before."

they make her look divine.

she's so small but these boots give her legs a towering presence. she's nothing but smooth skin, succulent thighs, kilometric legs disappearing into her little skirt.

she stops and stares at him, refusing to approach the rug in those pretty things. something sparks in those blue eyes. a flit of her magic, wordless and sparkless, and the earring is in her hand. "you like them that much?"

"maybe?"

"oh, you do," she teases. her face heats, most likely receiving a wave of visions, each one detailing to the minute position what he's willing to do with her in those boots. "awh. don't worry, i'm sure i can give you a little tour when we get to elysium. wow, horny. hurry up, though, we're going to be late. especially if you keep making those love-sick eyes at me, baby."

"are you wearing a thong underneath your skirt?" he blurts out, standing up when she unlocks the front door.

she grins, stepping out into the apartment hallway, gesturing him to follow. "i thought you knew underwear isn't really my style."

#speakizys #demon lovin #if you know. don't talk to me

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uptoolateart · 5 months

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Where We Find Ourselves Again - Ch 13

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Ladybug left her open-mouthed husband – left a distraught, remorseful Mr Ramier – left all those people shrieking and crying in the street. She left everyone and swung her way back towards her parents’ bakery, de-transforming in a side road nearby, leaning heavily against the brick wall and trying to catch her breath. Her blood burned and her body shook, like she was in the throes of fever.

‘Are you okay, Marinette?’ Tikki asked.

With trembling fingers, Marinette managed to fish through her bag and retrieve a macaron, throwing it to her kwami. ‘No, Tikki, I’m not. I’m really not okay.’ Just saying this out loud made her realise how not okay she was.

Hawk Moth was Lila.

Lila.

She’d known – she’d warned everyone – but no one had listened to her. And now –

A sharp spike of pain made her stare at her fist. She’d just punched the wall without noticing, and her knuckles were red and sore. Tears hung in her eyes, suspended by the shock of what she’d done.

Tikki hovered by her hand, inspecting it with worried eyes. At least there was no blood.

‘All this time, Tikki, all this time…I thought it was my fault that the miracle box was taken.’

‘I know.’

‘No, you don’t know!’

Tikki drew back, her mouth open in surprise.

Probably because Marinette was almost yelling. So much for staying hidden. But now that she’d started, she couldn’t stop herself. Heartache sent the words pouring out of her. ‘Adrien was so angry at me when he found out the box was in the apartment. Every time he looked at me, there was that…that disappointment in his eyes. But if Hawk Moth is Lila, then – then it was Adrien. He’s the one who wanted to give her a chance. He got drunk that night and…. It was Adrien, after I told him and told him and –’ The tears found their way down her cheeks and she clenched her fists to her chest, collapsing in on herself.

I didn’t tell him. I didn’t tell him what happened to me and that’s why he –

Read at Ao3

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sweetcloverheart · 2 months

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Public Enemies AU: Marinette (and Tikki) POV

(Continuation of prev snippet here)

Marinette pushes open the trapdoor to her room, teeth grinding as she seethed. She hadn't stopped the whole day, even when coming home for lunch and stomping past her concerned parents after the last bell brought her back, determined to overwork her poor jaw.

"Marinette, welcome back! Are you-"

"I'll eat later" is all she says as she storms upstairs, still fuming. The moment she arrived to the attic, she slung her purse over her chaise lounge and immediately started pacing, as it was the only thing she could think of to burn away her angry energy.

She still can't believe that jerk would say something like that! Who does he think he is to just make fun of her like that! "The cheap ones tend to be faulty, so let me buy you a super expensive brand with my rich model money since you're too much of a poor little baker girl to get your own.". Did he think he was being sly? She didn't need his condescending charity. She could buy a 100 million alarm clocks if she wanted to (even if she couldn't afford it)! Just who did he think he was?!

But then again, what should she expect from someone who's openly friends with Chloe Bourgeois. In the entire three weeks since the school year began, the boy's proven himself to be just as awful a rotten brat as she is, if not moreso. They probably workshopped that entire alarm clock jab the whole time they were together right before she walked into class, like they did with the gum prank on her first day! Stupid blonde jerks the both of them!

Ugh! She just...couldn't stand it! It's bad enough she has to still be dealing with Chloe in her final year of College - why did god feel fit to add a jerk like Adrien Agreste into the mix! It wasn't fair.

"Don't tell me you're still angry about what Adrien said this morning?" Tikki asked as she worriedly popped out from Marinette's coin pouch, and the brunette swerved.

"Of course-!" She began, only to stop and take a forcibly deep breath. Much as she'd like to explode right now, it wouldn't do her any good to get so upset that an akuma shows (especially when she had to go out for patrol after dinner). "Of course I'm upset Tikki, you heard what he said to me." then flopped down in her computer desk chair "Grr! It's like he can't through the day without helping Chloe make fun of me every chance he gets!"

The Kwami frowned slightly at that as she floated towards her holder, gently touching the girl's hand. It always got like this when Adrien Agreste was the subject of the conversation - It seemed everything he did, from staring to just simply breathing, was somehow a secret ploy meant to mock her holder.

But Tikki just couldn't see what Marinette did. She can't say she's the perfect judge of character, but from the short three weeks since her holder met him, Adrien hadn't seemed at all like the evil schemer she had been making him out to be - If anything, he was the exact opposite. He always seemed to be trying to befriend Marinette or help her, and clearly looked worried when she got upset like this at him (Honestly, the only real bad thing about him was simply that he was too permissive when it came to that Chloe girl). She just didn't understand why the girl was so convinced he was out to get her?

"He didn't sound like he was trying to make fun of you though." Tikki says carefully, thinking she was getting through to her when she see's Marinette's face relax a little, but...

"You don't get it Tikki. He clearly hates me. I mean, why else would he constantly team up with Chloe to mock me otherwise?"

Tikki earlier frown returned as Marinette continued her annoyed muttering, made slightly deeper "I just think maybe you're being a bit hasty assuming it's just simply malice." She suggests, remembering the hurt disappointment on the blonde's face as Marinette ran away "I mean, he offered to buy you a new alarm clock! You wouldn't do that for someone you hated. In fact, it sounded more like he likes you-"

That sadly seems to be the wrong thing to say, because Marinette face immediately twists into something outraged and panic-stricken as she leapt up from her chair, causing Tikki to shift backwards sharply.

"THAT'S JUST WHAT HE WANTS ME TO THINK!" she cried, voice suddenly pitched as she gripped her own arms violently "That's how it always is with Chloe friends - They pretend to be nice and act like they like me, only to lead me into a trap!"

"M-marinette?" Tikki calls worriedly, but her holder doesn't seem to hear her, slowly working herself into this strange manic fervor that had her clutching her arms even tighter as her eyes bulged out. It was akin to that same state she seemed to fall into whenever she was going overboard on her plans.

"I can see it now! He pretends he's going to take me to the store to get an alarm clock, acting all nice and friendly - Then the next thing I know, I'm getting covered in slime, or getting forced to sit in paint, or getting tripped and having an embarrassing photo taken, or being dunked in the fountain while cockroaches get thrown on me!"

And when it's all said and done, it will end just like it did with Kim; everyone watching and laughing and making jokes and videos about it that stay online for months that constantly get played in class while she's told to stop being such a baby and Jeez get a sense of humor already Mari, it was just a joke-

"Marinette!"

The brunette finally returns to earth as Tikki wipes her cheek, and it's only then that she notices that she's crying.

"I'm sorry." her Kwami says regretfully "I was being dismissive. You...you're really worried about this, aren't you."

Marinette nods, rubbing her face "I know I shouldn't let him get to me, but I can't help it. What if it's another trick? What if it's a trick? What if he's just leading me along? What if it happens again?"

Tikki's antenna twitch. Again? What does she mean by-

Footsteps approach the trap door and Tikki immediately dives into Marinette's bag, hiding just in time to avoid her mother as she climbs up the stairs and peaks her head in.

"Marinette? I heard yelling, what-" then freezes when she spots heer daughter and her puffy wet eyes "Oh. Oh honey..."

Marinette just sniffles as her mother fully ascends and comes over, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. She doesn't ask what happened or what's wrong, just sits there with her child until the sun's sunk low enough to start dyeing the sky and Marinette's all cried out enough to be lead downstairs to eat.

(Tikki considers asking what her holder meant by "again?" when she finally returns. What this was, whoever she was seeing in Adrien Agreste, seemed to be horrible enough to leave her in such a awful state, and there was too high a chance of Hawkmoth taking advantage of that in the future.

But seeing Marinette's blue eyes clear of tears and fear keeps her silent, and she allows herself to be sucked into the earrings as the girl transforms into Ladybug and heads out for patrol with her partner)

#Miraculous Ladybug #Ficlet #Public Enemies!AU

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The Demon’s Queen

Chapter Eight

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Sabine was not stupid, in fact she liked to believe that her daughter got her wits and agility from herself. That being said, Sabine knew that her daughter was not abroad in the Americas for anything. The emails she’d gotten from her daughter, no matter how much it sounded like Marinette, could not be her. The confirmation from her teachers saying that she’s been looking at places abroad, her friends saying they had heard her rambling about leaving soon made her wonder if she had truly been offered the opportunity that she had only discovered when Marinette had disappeared. But Sabine knew that wasn’t the case because Marinette would have come straight home and rambled about the pros and cons of this mysterious opportunity for hours on end both with her and Tom as well as in her room with Tikki. That’s right, she knew. Unfortunately for Marinette, but fortunately for herself as a mother, Marinette had inherited Tom’s ability to lie, which was basically non-existent. She hadn’t told Tom about their daughter for that exact reason, but with everything that has happened in the past forty-eight hours, she knew she was going to have to.

The first and biggest red flag was when a new Ladybug hero showed up, a young boy no less. Sabine knew that there was no way in the universe that Marinette would hand over those earrings to anybody unless she was dying, and even then she would only give them to someone she trusted with her entire existence and with the way Chat reacted to the boy, she doubted that Marientte had given them to him. That meant that they had either been stolen from her and she was in fact dead, or she had been kidnapped by a higher power and they had found a way to take them from her by force. Then there was the fact that Gabriel and his assistant had been brutally attacked in their own homes by, “a young man with dark black armored robes with weapons all over his person including a long sword sheathed at his side”. There was no camera or audio evidence of the attack or of the supposed attacker. Poor Adrien had been devastated when he had gotten the news of the attack, but it confirmed a theory in her mind. The boy must have been after the Miraculous, which meant that Gabriel and Nathalie must have been Hawkmoth and Mayura, but it didn’t matter now. The person must have taken their jewels, so they would no longer be a threat to Paris (in the back of her mind Sabine thought that they deserved far worse than a few stab wounds for all of the horrors they put this city through if they really were the villains).

When the Mayor announced that the information ban would be lifted a week after Marinette’s disappearance, and the police still hadn’t found anything about what happened to her baby girl, Sabine went straight to the phone and called the one hotline that she had wanted to call since the beginning of Hawkmoth’s Reign. So with shaking fingers she waited as the line rang and only when she heard the soft anthem that she had been told meant that someone was answering her call did she let out a small sigh of relief.

“This is Superman, what is your emergency?”

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Marinette felt miserable, she had fallen asleep as soon as she sat down on the bed due to the pure exhaustion that ran through her body. Because of that she apparently woke up late and Maha was not pleased. Her body was sore, her motions sluggish, and she was getting her butt handed to her on a silver platter. In the first battle Maha pinned her to the floor with nearly choking her out with her slim hand pushing down against her neck as she whispered into her ear,

“You disappoint me in every way. Those who do not respect my time and thus the League’s time are not worthy. You must redeem yourself,”

She spat, eyes cold and filled with disgust as she stared down at the young girl. Maha stood up as gracefully as ever, delicately flicking her wrist as she calmly spoke. A soft smile bloomed across her delicate features but carried that sharp dagger-like feature the rest of her figure did.

“You will fight my three best students.”

Once Marinette was back on her feet she turned and came face to face with three individuals. She couldn’t see their faces as they were all covered by masks, but she could tell from their body types that she was in trouble. All of them were taller than her, which put her at a slight disadvantage, especially if she would be fighting them all at once like she suspected she would be. The one on the far right was the tallest and had the most muscle match, they looked almost like her father except for the fact that his muscle was more intentional than Tom’s. The middle one was only a few inches shorter than the person on the right, but still a foot or two taller than her, they were lithe, body skin and lithe almost exactly like Maha’s but more masculine in the way the muscle formed. Finally the person on the left, the smallest of the group standing a solid foot taller than her. She could feel their eyes on her watching and studying everything she did as she did the same to them. Maha stepped off the mat and the first two began their attack while the last one stayed in place, observing her movements and reactions.

Despite her sore and aching muscles Marinette moved quickly, her fight or flight response activated causing her to duck and roll as the largest of the two tried to grab her. She knew they were testing her, trying to figure out how she moved, her openings, her weaknesses. Marinette knew that she wasn’t going to win this fight, especially without the extra endurance the Miraculous gave. It didn’t help that her ankle was throbbing with each movement from her weapons training she had yesterday. Sweat began to drip from her temple as she constantly ducked and dodged, the twos’ attacks a constant, unrelenting force. Then there was the third, Marinette tried her best to keep them in her line of sight, and she was successful with it until a hit landed in her gut knocking the air out of her as she fell and rolled. She looked around but they were gone, and she knew that it would be her downfall as she felt hands press down on points on her neck and arms rendering her motionless and open for the chokehold she was immediately put in.

Stars lined her sight as her lungs were unable to draw in any breath, she was going to die, she wouldn’t escape, she’d never be able to-

“Enough.”

The grip released her letting Marinette gasp for air, coughing slightly as she greedily took it all in, tears in her eyes.

“I hope you have learned your lesson Khata.”

She could hear the three others chuckle at the name, and while Marinette didn’t know what the name meant, she knew it wasn’t good.

“You did good work Jackals, you may return to your duties.”

With that one command they disappeared on silent feet, not a single word ever escaping their lips.

“Now Little Khata, I hope we do not have a repeat of this again. We will start with blocks.”

There was a cruel smile on Maha’s lips as she said that. Marinette knew that she was in for an even longer day than yesterday.

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Silence filled the meeting room where all of the Highest members of the Justice League sat.

“How many years did you say the attacks lasted?”

Hal asked, concern etched on his face. No child should have had to withstand such a task, especially without the guidance of an experienced mentor.

“A little over three years.”

Superman said. He had listened to the woman and her stories. The tales of her daughter, the terror everyone experienced, a magic and information block that made it impossible to tell anyone outside Paris what was occurring. Her daughter’s disappearance as well as the disappearance of all of the magical jewels, how it was no coincidence. And he knew that this wasn’t a prank or a call of insanity, because the woman sounded so genuine and the pain in her voice was not something one could ever fake.

“Red Robin and I will check it out and report if we find anything.”

“Please do batman.”

Wonder Woman replied in a solemn, almost mournful, voice.

“I will return home and ask my mother what she knows as I know that she has worn these jewels for herself.”

“Thank you Diana.”

Superman said with a nod. With that, everyone stood up and began to prepare for their journeys to solve this case.

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aalissy · 1 year

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Sneaking Away

Oops! Sorry I missed yesterday. I got busy and didn’t have enough time to finish the chapter. There’s going to be two chapters today to make up for it tho! Lemme know what you think!

AO3

It was official. Adrien was bored. With a quiet sigh, he rested his cheek on his fist, surveying the party his father was throwing. It was yet another dance for some promotion or other.

Whatever it was none of his friends had been allowed in. So it was just him. Alone.

He stared down at the dance floor wistfully, imagining slow dancing with Marinette once more. Now that they were officially dating, Adrien would be allowed to keep her in his arms for dance after dance.

It would’ve been wonderful. Too bad his father would never have allowed it.

He sighed again, this time much louder. Pulling out his phone, he was about to text Marinette and let her know just how much he missed her when a hand on his wrist stopped him.

Turning around, Adrien blinked in surprise. A waiter was grinning at him, their long, dark hair tied back in a ponytail. The mustache twitched above their lips even as their blue eyes sparkled at him.

Obviously, his father had sent this waiter up to force him to mingle when all he wanted to do was text Marinette. Clearing his throat, he put on his best model smile. Oddly, the eyes in front of him dimmed, looking strangely disappointed. They let go of his wrist with a shy grin, their expression turning rather sheepish.

Feeling confused, Adrien nodded down at the dance floor. “I suppose my father wants me down there, right?”

An adorable, familiar, tinkling laugh came from the waiter. With their eyes having regained some of their previous shimmer, they slowly peeled the mustache from their lips.

“Adrien, it’s me,” Marinette whispered, finally able to stop herself from laughing.

“Marinette!” he practically shouted, throwing his arms around her in a giant hug. “I was just about to text you! I missed you so much.”

She squeezed him to her even tighter and he practically melted into her embrace, finally feeling at home. All of his previous moping completely washed away as Adrien nuzzled contentedly into her arms.

After a long pause, he pulled back because a sudden realization just hit him. “Marinette, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you had an invitation.”

Once again, her eyes gleamed mischievously. “Marinette didn’t.” Slowly, she placed the mustache back on her face. “Marino, on the other hand, did.”

With another happy laugh, Adrien threw his arms around her once more. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Marinette leaned back slightly, gently running the back of her hand down his cheek. “I saw some selfies of the party and you looked so miserable. How could I leave you alone like that?”

“I’m always miserable without you.” He pouted, his lower lip jutting out.

She squeaked quietly, her face turning a light shade of pink.

Adrien watched her blush with a slight amount of satisfaction. It had gotten much harder to fluster her now that they were dating but he still enjoyed seeing her flush.

Shaking her head quickly, the pink faded away and Marinette gave him a confident smile, jerking her head in the direction of his room. “Do you want to go up to your room and get away from this party?”

“Yes, please!” He nodded his head eagerly, letting her tug him up the stairs. Adrien shot a quick glance over his shoulder and, seeing his father nowhere in sight, he blew out a breath of relief. If he wasn’t here then he wouldn’t notice that Adrien had snuck away.

Once they were safely inside his room, Adrien flopped onto his couch with a relieved sigh. “Thank goodness for you, Marinette. I thought I was going to be stuck feeling miserable and lonely for hours.”

She gave a quiet giggle before searching outside his room suspiciously. She must not have seen anyone because she proceeded to shut his door with a quiet click. Turning around, Marinette beamed at him. “I don’t think anyone saw us.”

“Good!” he beamed back, opening his arms wide so that she collapsed into his embrace once more. With a happy, content sigh, Adrien nuzzled his chin into her hair, quickly pulling her ponytail out and letting her long, soft hair fan out around him. Suddenly, everything seemed so much brighter and better now that Marinette was here.

“Can you sneak in every time my father hosts an event?” he murmured.

Marinette laughed, almost dislodging his head from hers as she shook. Once she had stopped giggling, Adrien took his spot back and gave a pleased sigh.

After a brief moment, Marinette eventually murmured, “You’re going to get us caught, you know.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, shaking his head back and forth as his eyes fluttered closed in contentment. “I don’t care.”

“You’re adorable.” She snickered, tilting her head up to look up at him.

Adrien’s lips pursed at the action, a frown on his brow as he had to remove his chin from the comfortable spot it had taken on the top of her head.

With Marinette grinning up at him with that adorable gleam in her eyes, though, he couldn’t stay too mad.

“Did I tell you how glad I am that you came to find me yet?” he asked, softly caressing her cheek.

“Yes, you did.” She laughed, turning around to face him with an even wider grin. “Many... many times.”

Adrien simply tugged her into his arms, enjoying her little splutter as her face was practically buried in his chest. He cuddled even closer to her, whispering, “Marinette, I love you.”

She managed to lean out of his arms, gazing up at him with a pair of shimmering, sapphire blue eyes. “I love you too, Adrien,” Marinette whispered softly.

They both leaned in at the same time. Neither was certain who started their first kiss. All Adrien knew was that he finally felt complete. That he had been longing for this ever since he had gotten a chance to kiss her again as Chat Noir.

Melting into her lips with a smile, he ran his fingers through her hair. Marinette’s arms wrapped around his neck and she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. It was perfect.

For once, Adrien was grateful for the gala his father threw. It meant that he had spent even more time with the girl of his dreams.

#adrinetteapril2023 #adrienetteapril2023 #adrinette #adrienette #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #ml fic #fic #fanfic #love square

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motherofplatypus · 1 year

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With the recent episode, Derision, aired, it gaves me headache with how horrible the episode was, from character assassination of Kim, Adrien, and Marinette, to the blatantly obvious stupid decision to show us flashback in the final season. So, i take some copium and make this fic

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Marinette stormed off before Adrien could call her back. He knew she’s a fast runner, but this is the fastest he had ever seen, maybe she’s even faster than Kim.

“Whoa, Adrien, what did you do to Marinette to make her freak out like that?” Kim swam to the side of the pool with Ondine next to him.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear.” Adrien felt his stomach twist itself. Did he do something to her? Is she going to distance herself away from him? Is she going to leave him and end not only their relationship, but friendship as well?

“I’m sure you didn’t do anything bad, Adrien.” Ondine stood next to him, eyes assured the blond boy, but still worries loomed over. “But she looked so angry, and scared? What is going on?”

Adrien cracked his brain up and worked it harder than he ever does. Is she still scared to be on a date with him? But that doesn’t explain why she looked angry. Is it because they’re with Kim and Ondine and unconsciously compared themselves with them? No, she’s not that kind of person.

“Why do I have a feeling you know something about this?”

Adrien looked at Ondine, staring at Kim, still in the pool, but his face barely above the water. For someone whose size is only second to Ivan, Kim looks smaller than Alix when she’s crouching.

Kim looked away from them, silently admitting that he knows exactly what’s going on. Something inside Adrien wanted to pull him out of the water, slammed him against the wall, and make him talk. However, Kim is his friend, and he needs to hear him out first.

“I’ll tell you everything, but can you promise me you won’t hurt me?” He was afraid. So much so that he swam away for a moment until Ondine promised him.

Then, Kim got out of the pool, and sat on the edges with Adrien and Ondine next to him. He told them about what happened last year. About the prank. About how he was also the reason why she’s having a panic attack right now.

Listening to him made Adrien sick. Anger burned him inside, and he’s so close to started going feral on the boy. But he didn’t do it when he saw Kim’s face. The face that always has this smug smile is now painted with anger, sadness, shame, and disappointment. It was covered with every emotion that could make him Monarch’s victim.

“That was when my fear of spiders started.” Kim confessed. “Every time I look at those animals, it always reminds me of that prank I did on her.”

“But you’ve apologized to her, right?” Ondine’s voice was calm, but it doesn’t take much to know how much and deep the anger in her voice is.

Kim was silent; another confirmation.

“I was so ashamed of what I did to her, I couldn’t bring myself to even be near her. That’s why I avoided her for the rest of the school year.” His body trembled and he started sniffing. “I just wanted to forget what I did, and when the new school year started and she acted so kind to me, I thought we were good. But I know I should’ve said something to her. I should’ve apologized. But I’m just too much of a coward to do that!”

He cried. He actually cried. From his own guilt and shame. And the anger that Adrien felt a moment ago was all gone, and he felt nothing but sympathy towards his friend.

“I regret ever listening to Chloe. I regret ever having a crush on her! She’s the worst, the absolute worst!” said Kim. “I’m so sorry guys, this is all my fault.”

Ondine placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Kim. This is not your fault. You’re just another one of her victims,” said Ondine. “But that Bourgeois, she’s going to pay, and she’s gonna pay real hard.”

It was just a moment, but Adrien realized too late when an akuma landed on Ondine’s goggles, and she was engulfed by purple smoke, turning him into a supervillain.

“Ondine, is that you?” Kim said in fear. “Oh my god, I knew you’d be angry. I’m so sorry, Ondine. I’m really sorry!”

But Ondine laughed. “I’m not angry at you, my sweet boy. In fact, I’m happy that you would admit your mistake,” said Ondine. “But I’m not Ondine, I’m Karmalady. And my one and only target is Chloe Bourgeois.” And she flew away.

***

After the akuma, Kim finally faced Marinette and gave her a deserved apology. He even kneeled in front of her to make his point loud and clear. Despite the reluctance of the girl, Marinette forgave him, clearing their friendship from past mistakes.

And speaking of friendship, Adrien knew he had to do something as well.

Right after the pool and before going back home, he made a stop at Chloe's hotel. He found her on the rooftop, as usual, with Sabrina kneeling next to her and painting her nails, as usual.

Chloe saw Adrien came and immediately jumped into him like one of his crazy fans. “Oh, Adrikins, an akuma just attacked me for no reason! I was so scared! But now you’re here to console me, I knew we had a special connection!”

But Adrien didn’t say a word. He pushed Chloe away from him, releasing himself from her hug.

He looked at her like he usually does: expecting to see his childhood friend. But now, all he could see was nothing more than a bully. Someone who gets others expelled for petty reasons. Someone who abuses her friends. Someone who abused her power. Someone he thought he knew, but clearly mistaken.

“When I started school, I had no idea how to socialize. I stayed passive and watched from the sideline, seeing how people acted,” said Adrien. “I learned about forgiving others. I learned about how to treat people. I learned that everyone deserves a second chance.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about, Adrikins?”

“I’m saying I have given you a second chance, Chloe. Lots, and lots of them, because you were my childhood friend, and I care about you.” Adrien drifted his sight towards Sabrina, who’s still kneeling on the floor, remembering how Chloe used her as her shield during the attack earlier. “And I’ve learned you can only give people so many second chances before you realize they no longer deserve it.”

“I still don’t get what you’re saying.”

And it was then that Adrien realized, it was over.

“I’m done with you, Chloe. I’m done being your friend,” said Adrien. “From now on, don’t call me Adrikins anymore. Don’t call me your friend anymore. Don’t ever call me anymore. We are done. We are not friends anymore.”

Adrien turned around and walked away, even when Chloe called him. Even when she called him a traitor. He couldn’t care anymore. For a moment, Adrien had hoped Chloe would realize what he meant, and by some miracle, she would apologize to people, especially Marinette. He knew using their friendship would be effective, because she had done it before. But from what he sees, everything is beyond repair, and he couldn’t keep holding on to broken things.

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Been a while since i made another alternate ending. Things haven't been going well a few months ago for me, but it's looking up now. I still have many alternate endings fic to post, so keep an eye out

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Wish come true - Adrien AUGreste Day 5+6

No one had asked, but I thought explaining why Lila hasn't been akumatized might be helpful. As well as Lukadrien being cute. I tried doing a 'umbrella scene' kinda thing and got this. Enjoy Rain

Gabriel watched the rain fall, staring at the statue of Emilie. Lila never seemed to visit it, never seemed bothered by her mother not being there. He wondered if his love would be disappointed at how their daughter was turning out. Since she became a model, she lied and manipulated, but she was an amateur, seemingly unaware that her popularity would have people focus on her. That’s why he never left. He knew the moment he did, all eyes would be on him and he wouldn’t be able to do his job, to get the Miraculous. She’d become worse since a new student arrived in her class, seemingly focused on attacking him. Other than cursing her out, Adrien Rossi hadn’t made any trouble. Well liked by his classmates and teachers, child of two Italian diplomates, one of whom was working on ways to help Scarlet Bug and Catseye and make his life harder. It was tempting to do what he could to stop it, but with each passing attempt, more people wanted Hawkmoth defeated and to support him was a one-way ticket to social suicide. He still had a company to run, something for Emilie to look forward to when he got what he needed.

He felt the rise of emotions coming from Lila’s room again. Self-hate, anger, all emotions that hadn’t cropped up until recently. She would make the perfect akuma, but he couldn’t. Emilie would never forgive him. There had been times his butterflies had been drawn to her negative emotions and he had to pull them away, directing them to the actual target, or making big enough gesture to where Scarlet Bug would see and capture before she could touch it. not to mention Nooroo saying no.

“Not her? Why?”

“She, you can’t control her. You can lock her in her room or demand things, but she’d got a mind of her own. I just know she’ll break from your control and make things worse. She only cares about herself; not what winning could mean. Please Master, you know I’m right.”

He didn’t usually listen to the kwami, but something told him to listen. Nooroo understood emotion better than anyone so he kept her away.

“Sir.” Nathalie appeared behind him silent as always. “She’s refusing to come out again.”

“I can tell. If she was any other person, I’d of created an akuma by now. I can’t be bothered to deal with her, call Vincet and cancel the shoot.”

“Sir, we’ve cancelled 3 times now. Anymore and investors will start keeping to their threats and actually pull out. It’s hard enough to keep the name up with Lila creating a mess every time. Lady Tomoe has offered Kagami.”

He shook his head. The young fencer had come to one shoot and was offered to stand in front of the camera. She was stiff and unbending, unless she had a sword in hand. But then she was too stern and unwilling to smile.

“No. call the Couffaine girl. We’ll push the shoot back if she needs time. And get in contact with the Dupain-Chang girl. I’ve been meaning to talk to her about an internship and I think working with her friend would be perfect.”

“Of course.” Nathalie nodded, turning to her iPad before looking at Gabriel again. “Sir?”

“Get me an umbrella, would you? I know Emilie can’t feel it but it seems wrong she should sit out there in the rain.”

“Absolutely sir, right away. Would her personal one be alright?”

“If you please. And an ibuprofen. This child is determined to take me to an early grave with all her negative emotion.” He ordered, as another round of emotions washed onto him. He felt like he couldn’t remember if Emilie was good at calming Lila as a child. It seemed the spoiled girl had always been the way she was. She must be breaking her poor mother’s heart.

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“Are you sure?” Marinette asked, even as Adrien pressed the umbrella into her hands.

“Yes. I’ll be ok. I’m sure once I’m done talking with Mml. Bustier the rain will have let up. Besides, it won’t do any good if you have to order your yarn and your dad figures out what you’re doing for his birthday because you didn’t want to get wet.” Adrien said, pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his head, the faint jingling of bells ever-present.

“Alright, if, you’re sure. thanks Adrien, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Marinette said, heading down the stairs and towards the front door.

Adrien looked up at the skylight, the sight distorted because of the rain. It had been raining all day and it was clearly getting to everyone, Juleka the worst who seemed like she was constantly fidgeting and looking uncomfortable. She seemed to bounce up slightly from a call from Nathalie, assistant to Gaberiel Agreste. He guessed another modelling job in the future. He was glad that getting turned into a glitter stone didn’t turn her away from modelling. Juleka was really good and she was so much more confident about her looks.

“Adrien.” Mml. Bustier and the art teacher waved him over from one of the other classrooms. “Thank you so much hearing us out.”

“I hear that you’ve done Student UN at your previous school.”

“Yeah, only as a participant.”

“Well, we had been asked by a student if we’d be willing to run a model UN. They’ve tried for at least 2 years and just when the headmaster agreed, that student had been accepted into an exchange student program.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow. “Did he not see the two very similar names on the paperwork?”

Both teachers sighed. “No.” they answered together.

“Point is, we don’t have anyone experienced in doing this. we’re not asking you to take control, just give us a bit of advice on how to properly run this.”

“Well, I can actually do you better. If you need someone, I can help run this. if anything, it’ll keep me distracted from doing cosplays and running the risk of affecting my allergies. Long story.” He said, noticing the confused looks.

“Are you sure?”

“As long as you guys are willing to help and you have other students signed up to help run it, yeah. Mama’s never done UN debates but I’m sure she could offer extra support if needed.”

“That’s amazing to hear! Ok, let’s go over the paperwork and if you’re still up for it, we can announce it by the end of the week.”

Going over paperwork and discussing his duties took time but at the end, Adrien still wanted to do it. he was excited to tell his mom that he’d forgotten about the rain until he pushed the door open and saw it still pouring. He could make it to the metro, that was fine, it was just the fact that he’d be soak by the time he got there. He looked down at his bag, looking over some of the pins and rosettes. A fair number of them were new and he didn’t want to deal with the risk of them getting wet.

“Great, now what?”

“Adrien!”

He looked over and saw Luka climbing the stairs, under an odd-looking umbrella. It had two tops, merged together and a handle that joined at the bottom.

“What,” he giggled, Luka’s satisfied smile getting to him, “is that?”

“My mom bought it.” like that was enough of an answer. Well, with Anarka it probably was.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?” Adrien asked, stepping back further to let Luka stand under the canopy with him.

“I came to get you.”

“I can see that.”

“You texted and said Mml. Bustier wanted to talk to you and Juleka mentioned when she came home, you were giving Marinette your umbrella, so here I am.”

Adrien smiled up at Luka. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know, I’m amazing.” Luka joked, making the two of them laugh. He pulled Adrien closer so he could pull the umbrella over them without getting sprinkled on. “Ready?”

Adrien nodded, full of happiness and love as he slipped a hand through Luka’s arm, standing close under the protection of the umbrella. It still surprised him how lucky he was right then. He had an amazing guy he was dating, friends he felt would be forever even when he moved and his life felt pretty perfect. There was still Lila to contend with and the note Scarlet Bug and Catseye left him but with nothing cropping up recently, he was going to take the win.

“did you want to do the metro or cut through the park?” Luka asked.

“Deal with crowded public transport or spend time with you? decisions, decisions.”

Luka laughed at him as he led them across the street. as they walked, Adrien told him about the Student UN and Luka mentioned how his online classes had attempted something like it before.

“It could have gone well, had anyone actually been interested. But I guess you could get help from your parents.”

“Yeah, it’s the plan. Kinda wish dad could have stayed longer. I already know he wanted more time to pick your brain. Or embarrass me. I can’t believe you wanted to see more pictures!” Adrien said, remembering what happened when he left his parents alone with Luka for 2 minutes to go refill drinks. Every photo album had been brought out and stories were being passed around quicker than he could stop them.

“You were a very adorable kid, including the one of you sitting in your nonna’s garden eating her vegetables.” Luka teased, laughing at Adrien’s pout.

“I am going to bug your mom so much for your pictures. I bet, you even had a scene kid phase.”

“Do you really want to see me with that much eyeliner?”

“It’ll make me feel better so yes. But the good thing is my dad loved you, so it wasn’t so horrible.”

“I’m glad about that. Did…you tell your parents about what Lila said that day?”

Adrien felt his smile drop remembering Lila screaming that she was a Rossi. He hadn’t told his parents and he hadn’t mentioned to Luka that his dad found a phone in his suit pocket, one that with a bit of waiting, turned out to belong to Lila’s bodyguard, when a text from Nathalie had come through. He had no clue or reasoning for why she was acting like this and as stupid as the idea sounded, it was just easy to ignore.

“No. she hasn’t been to school and it was just easy to ignore. I’ll keep an eye out, but I feel like I’d just be giving her more attention.”

“Fair enough.” Luka tilted the umbrella back to glance at the sky. “You know, I actually love the rain. It does rock Liberty a bit too often but when everything is still and you can just hear the rain dropping on the deck, it’s really calming.”

“My dad’s favourite movie is Singing in the Rain. He once tried to make my mom recreate the song sequence.”

“Oh? Did he ever try with you?”

“Italy is always covered in water since it’s sinking and it always seemed that whenever it rained, timing was bad. Besides, I always enjoyed watching Solitude, with Lila’s mom. Just the opening with her under her umbrella always, hit me for some odd reason.”

“Hmm.” Luka tugged Adrien over to the carousel, walking up the stairs where it was dry. He took Adrien’s bag and put it on the ground near the pole, using the umbrella to block any rain and dragged Adrien back outside.

“What are you doing?”

“We did Solitude, so let’s recreate Singing in the Rain. Come on, dance with me!”

Adrien let out a yelp as Luka tugged him around, spinning him in a circle. He did get soaked like he’d been worried about earlier but as the two span around, Adrien couldn’t help but laugh as they danced in the rain.

Staying under the umbrella after felt silly but Luka reminded him of his rant, he had about not finding a waterproof itabag that would work for school.

“You always remember. I’m starting to feel like I talk too much.”

“Don’t. I love hearing you talk.” Luka said, walking Adrien up to the door of his building. “get warm when you get upstairs.”

“You too. I’d hate to hear from your sister that you got sick because you wanted to take me dancing.”

“Worth it.” Luka started to step closer when Adrien spotted something over his shoulder.

“My mama.”

Adrien felt awkward being affectionate in front of his parents with Luka, mainly because they were so involved. Luka was ok with it, usually making it up when it was just them, but Adrien felt bad. He watched Luka noticed the car and then tilted the umbrella to block them from sight before kissing his check, close to his lips.

“Better?”

If it wasn’t for him hearing his mother approach, he’d take advantage of Luka’s idea and kiss him on the lips for the first time.

He’d remember that for next time.

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@fluffbruary Day 24

Marinette’s groan was muffled by the pillow.

“Oh, Marinette,” Tikki said sympathetically. “You need to calm down. I’m sure you’ll get it done by Christmas!”

“No, I won’t, Tikki!” Marinette wailed. “It’s impossible! And my head – just – isn’t – working!” She banged her head on the wall with each word.

“Marinette!” Tikki said severely. “Be kinder to yourself! Art is difficult, and sometimes you just can’t get inspiration. It’s alright. You just need a break.”

“A break?” Marinette snorted. “Right, Tikki. I only have five more Christmas presents to finish, another commission from the website, three orders to deliver, a speech to prepare, and of course, I need to man the shop and keep an eye out for akumas at the same time!” At the list of all the things she had to do, despair filled her and she pressed her head into her hands.

“Okay,” Tikki decided. “You need to learn to organize.”

“What?”

“Marinette, Alya is your backup as class representative. Can’t you ask her to write you a speech and help you practice it tomorrow? It’s three days away. You have time.”

“I - yes, but she’s busy with her blog, and—”

“You’re busy too,” Tikki interrupted. “If not, ask her if you can work on it together tomorrow during lunch. Perhaps Nino and Adrien would help as well.”

Marinette hesitated. “I don’t know, Tikki. I don’t want to impose—”

“When Alya brings the twins or Nino’s brother over for babysitting suddenly, do you think she’s imposing?” Tikki asked severely.

“Of course not. She’s my friend and it’s not—” She broke off, realizing the hole she’d dug herself into.

“Marinette, you have to learn to delegate,” Tikki said softly. “You can’t carry the whole world yourself. You’re not Atlas.”

“I know – wait,” Marinette said, astonished. “Did you know Atlas?”

“That’s beside the point!” Tikki exclaimed defensively. “Text Alya and ask her.”

“You can’t say something like that and expect me to just drop it,” Marinette argued, even as she picked up her phone and typed out a text asking if Alya could at least write up a draft of the speech, backtracking several times and following through only because of Tikki’s stare.

Within moments a Sure thing, girl, I’ll write it, I have loads of ideas! lit up her screen.

Tikki preened with satisfaction.

“Oh, stop looking so smug,” Marinette said without any heat, relief at losing one of her responsibilities soaring through her. “Now to get back to the needle and thread,” she said without any enthusiasm.

She hated it, but there was no inspiration for a design. The thought of picking up the needle filled her with dread. She loved designing and she loved making clothes, but sometimes, like now, she felt she’d rather do anything but that.

Tikki looked disapproving. “Do you feel like you’ll make any progress?” When Marinette didn’t answer and instead resignedly began to try to thread the needle, she added: “Marinette, you already spent an hour and a half on this. Why don’t you try to get something else done while the inspiration is gone? Maybe some time outside will get you out of the rut. I’ve known plenty of artists for whom that has worked.”

Marinette looked up with interest, setting the needle aside. It did seem like a good idea. “Really? Like who?”

Tikki sniffed and dove into Marinette’s purse as she got ready to go down. “I’m not allowed to tell you, sorry.”

“That’s a pity,” Marinette said with genuine disappointment, thundering down the stairs. “Maman!”

“Marinette?” Her mother looked surprised to see her. “What is it?”

“I’m ready to go do the deliveries,” she said.

“Are you sure?” Her dad asked concernedly. “You said you would be busy with other projects all day. We were considering going ourselves, or hiring someone else.”

Marinette made a face, grabbing the packages and kissing her parents on the cheeks. “I’m having a bit of artist’s block.”

Dad looked sympathetic. “Creating art is always difficult.”

Her mother patted her cheek fondly. “Maybe a break will help.”

“That’s what Ti—thought! That’s what I thought! Bye!” She rushed out before she could give up any secrets. She strapped the packages to her scooter, and set off to Nadja Chamack’s place first.

“Oh no,” she groaned. She’d just delivered the second package, practically across the city, and had spent only fifteen minutes inside. In that time, a snowfall had begun. A warning rang out on all news screens, to stay off the roads. “Tikki, what am I going to do?”

“I’m not sure, Marinette,” her kwami replied. “You’ll have to stay put.”

“I haven’t even finished the deliveries,” she griped.

“No one can blame you for that during such a sudden storm,” a voice came from behind her, and she spun to see green eyes she knew very well.

“Chat Noir!” She exclaimed in happy surprise. “What are you doing out? Is there an akuma?”

“Nope,” Her partner sounded as cocky as ever, swaggering towards her. “I saw a princess out alone in distress, and thought I had to step in.”

“Oh, are you my knight in shining leather?” She batted her eyelashes at him, and saw him laugh.

“Something like that,” he agreed. “May I escort you back home then?” He asked, holding his hand out to her.

Marinette bit her lip. “I still have one delivery to make. . .” She fretted.

Chat Noir frowned. “Your parents won’t mind if you miss one in this weather.”

Marinette shrugged. “They won’t, but I will. I don’t like leaving a job undone.” Even now, her fingers twitched at the lack of control she had over the speech she was supposed to make in a few days.

Chat Noir was giving her an odd look. “Alright. I can help you make it, and then take you home.”

Marinette lit up. “You will? Thank you, kitty!” She kissed his cheek.

Chat Noir … blushed? Shifting from foot to foot. “Yeah, uh, no problem, Marinette.” He took her arm, made sure the scooter had been parked safely in the free parking space (which made Marinette’s heart skip a beat at how thoughtful he was), and then leaped into the air using his stick.

Marinette laughed from the sheer thrill and joy of it. “You know, I thought people would be more scared or sick when I took them like this,” he mused as they landed on the roof.

She didn’t know how to tell him it was only because she was used to the sensation of being hefted around with him or with her own yoyo.

“Well, I’m hardly ordinary,” she quipped in a distraction, but to her surprise, he glanced at her and his whole face softened.

“No,” he said quietly. “You certainly aren’t.”

Unsure what to make of that, Marinette stared at him. He blushed and turned away. “Your delivery’s near the Grand Paris Hotel, right?”

“The next building,” Marinette nodded.

“Great. It’s on the way to your house from here.” And sure enough, within twenty minutes Chat Noir had her on her balcony.

“Thanks, Chat Noir. There’s no way I would’ve gotten that done half as fast without you,” she said, leaning against the railing. The snow was still falling thick and fast. “I need to tell my parents I’m back and that I made the deliveries.”

“Yeah, of course. And don’t worry about your scooter,” he said. “I’ll get it tomorrow and bring it here.”

“You will?” Marinette blinked up at him in surprise. “Wow, I er. . . didn – I mean can’t – I mean don’t know what to say.” She stammered, feeling her heart pound.

Chat Noir grinned arrogantly. “You don’t need to say anything. Your feelines are written all over your face,” he purred.

Marinette snorted. “Whatever, kitty.” She turned to go down, but slipped over the sheet of ice and snow coating the balcony and braced herself to hit the ground when Chat Noir easily caught her.

“Easy there, Princess,” his chuckle vibrated through his chest, and Marinette squeaked. He was strong, she’d always known that of course, but there was something about being held in his arms, pressed up against him, that made him seem all the more solid. “Maybe I need to accompany you down there to make sure you don’t grievously injure yourself.”

“Maybe you should,” Marinette breathed before she actually thought it through. As soon as she heard what she said, she had a full blown panic.

Chat Noir looked as taken aback. “I should?” He echoed in bewilderment before composing himself. “Well of course I should. Glad you’ve seen sense Mademoiselle,” he took off an imaginary hat and waved her forward.

Marinette smiled as she felt her anxiety melt away. This was Chat Noir, her beloved partner. There was no one around whom she felt more comfortable.

“In the middle of a project?” He asked interestedly when he saw the state her room was in.

Marinette cleared her throat in embarrassment. “Something like that,” she said. “I’m trying to make Christmas presents for my friends, and some were easy, but some just won’t come out right.”

“Well,” Chat Noir said as they jumped down the door. “Maybe I can help you.”

“I’m sorry, kitty,” Marinette said mock solemnly. “But I don’t think you could.”

“Why not?”

“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror in costume? Your fashion sense is terrible. All leather, leather, leather, and not even the tasteful kind,” she clicked her tongue, not mentioning that she found him very handsome.

Chat Noir gasped in fake horror, putting a hand to his chest. “You have mortally pawfended this cat, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“You have nine lives, don’t you?” Marinette said dryly. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

She heard him laugh delightedly as she opened the door of the kitchen and saw her parents worriedly whispering. “Did you just make a cat pun?!”

“No, of course not!” She denied defensively, as her parents cried out in relief and ran to hug her and wring Chat Noir’s hands in thanks.

The cat just smirked at her as her parents forced him to stay for dinner, winked and mouthed: “Course not, Princess.”

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WDIB Chapter 12

Damain looked up from his phone briefly, spotting his father and Clark chatting quietly in the corner.

They looked worried, hushed whispers being shared between the two as Bruce sent slightly panicked looks towards Adrien.

Damian narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the looks when he caught his father’s eye.

Bruce paled, quickly glancing between Damian and Adrien before he turned his attention back to Clark.

Damian stood up, pocketing his phone and waving off Nino’s concerned look at his sudden movement.

Damian marched over to his father, forcing himself into the conversation between the two men.

“What’s going on?” He demanded, pinning his father in place with his stare.

“It’s probably nothing, Damian. Go back to the table.” Bruce said, trying and failing to appear nonchalant before his son’s curiosity.

Damian deadpanned, turning his attention to Clark.

“Tell me the truth, please.” He said, knowing his use of ‘please’ and ‘truth’ was almost guaranteed to get him exactly what he wanted from the man.

Clark always had a hard time lying, especially when asked directly for the truth. It was even worse since Damian had actually said please.

Clark froze, glancing frantically between Damian and his father as Damian locked onto him with a pleading stare.

Clark pressed his lips together, starting to sweat beneath Damian’s stare as he did his best to resist.

Clark heaved a sigh, his hand shooting up to run his fingers through his hair.

“Its just that Bruce thinks that kid looks a little… familiar.” Clark said, his resolve shattering into a million pieces at Damian’s feet.

Damian blinked, looking over to Adrien and back to his father.

Bruce was glaring at Clark, one hand pressed against his mouth and his shoulders tense.

Damian looked back and forth a few times, slowly piecing together what exactly Clark was getting at.

Damian turned to face his father head on, a mixture of disbelief and disappointment swirling in his eyes.

“You’re joking.” He finally said.

Bruce winced, holding his hands out placatingly.

“There’s a large chance he’s not-”

“With our family’s luck?” Damian asked, cutting him off.

Bruce pressed his lips together.

Damian sighed, spinning on his heel and walking back over to his spot at the table.

He sat down heavily, his head in his hands as he tried to mentally prep himself on possibly having another brother.

“You good, Dude?” Nino asked, catching Damian’s attention.

Damian looked over to him, running his hands through his hair with a groan as he leaned back against his chair.

He looked over to Adrien, cringing slightly at the bruises coating him.

They looked to be around the same age, which wouldn’t be awful.

Damian pursed his lips, staring intently at Adrien as he thought over how it would go possibly having him at the manor.

He wasn’t sure how his current siblings would react, though if they saw his current state Damian doubted they would be opposed to him moving in.

Plus, if he came to live with them then Marinette would have someone familiar nearby.

“Can I help you? With something?” Adrien asked confused, looking between him and Nino.

Nino shrugged his shoulders, also staring at Damian in confusion.

“Who’s your father?” Damian asked, completely forgetting to answer either of their questions.

Adrien tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at Damian’s questions.

“His dad’s Gabriel Agrest-” Nino started, only to be cut off by Adrien.

“Actually Nino, turns out he’s not. He kinda let it slip when he was-” He gestured vaguely to the handprint shaped bruises wrapped around his neck. “I am curious as to why you asked though.” He said, staring at Damian suspiciously.

Nino blinked, sharing a look with Alya, who had finally stopped fighting people on the internet to tune into the conversation.

“Wait what?” She asked, looking between the two green eyed boys.

Damian pursed his lips, looking over to his father, who was still arguing with Clark in the corner.

“There’s a… non-zero chance we may be brothers.” Damian said, turning his attention back to Adrien.

Adrien’s face went blank, looking between Damian and the two men having a hushed conversation in the corner.

“You’re joking.” Adrien said.

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Miraculous Card Captor’s Part 3

The Lis had taken Fei and left the room, leaving only Adrien, Marinette and their (Their!!) Kwami sitting in the room.

Marinette couldn’t look at him, she was chewing hard on her lip and looking deeply worried.

“Do you need to take the ring?” He asked softly, staring at his hand. He knew the rules. He had known the rules the entire time.

They weren’t supposed to know.

“I-no.” Marinette finally looked at him, reaching out to grab his hand. “I’m the guardian now, Adrien.”

He nodded, giving her hand a squeeze. “Are you mad?”

“Just...in shock.” She scooted a bit closer, leaning her head on his shoulder. “We’ve been keeping secrets.”

“Yeah.”

“What about you? Is it...disappointing?” She asked cautiously.

“No. No, why would you think that? I don’t know how I didn’t see it. You were right there the entire time.” He smiled. “I can’t think of anyone better to be Ladybug than you, Marinette.”

She blushed and looked away. “Tikki was sure we should come talk to them, something about their magic.”

“Plagg too.” He glanced at where their Kwami were sitting on a table across the room, discussing things. “He knew...some Clow guy?”

Marinette blinked. “Clow?”

He shrugged. “He said Sakura was prettier than the last Clow, so I’m not sure what he meant. He’s not exactly good at explaining things.”

“Tikki tries, but sometimes she wants me to figure it out on my own.” Marinette said softly. “I knew there was older magic in Shanghai, but I wasn’t expecting...any of this?”

“Me either.” He gave her hand another small squeeze, looking at her. “Are we ok?”

“We’re perfect, Kitty.” She responded, tracing the back of his hand. “You and me against the world.”

“Right.” He smiled, and leaned to kiss her, cupping her face.

She relaxed into his kiss, hand coming up to cradle her cheek. “I love you. I didn’t think I could love you more, but I love you more.”

He laughed. “You’re telling me? I was in love with you since we met, on both sides of the mask. Marinette.”

She giggled. “All along, we were standing each other up for each other.”

He laughed, kissing her nose. “We should get ready to talk to the magic users.”

“Figured you two would be sucking face for longer.” Plagg said, hovering over the tea table.

“I’ll spend some time screaming later.” Marinette laughed. “What can you tell us?

“Clow Reed was a powerful sorcerer who enjoyed magical puzzles. That girl has the feel of his magic – either a child of his in right, or a magical decedent.” Plagg hmmed. “He had the ring for a bit, and he toyed with the idea of using the earrings to make a wish. But he could never figure out how to work around the wish’s rules. The Lis were his mother’s family. Also, he had magical guardians for his most powerful tokens.”

“Can we trust them?” Marinette asked softly.

“Ehhh, as much as you can trust any magic user not to get excited at the idea of being able to break reality. I wouldn’t tell them you’re the Guardian, Pigtails. That’s too much power.”

Marinette nodded.

“What, no questions, Kid?” Plagg asked, zooming around his shoulders casually.

“I think Marinette covered everything. I trust her.” Their hands were interlocked and he made no effort to pull away from her grasp.

“I’ll go let them know they can come back in.” Plagg volunteered. “Gonna be great to catch up with Cerberus.”

Tikki settled on Marinette’s shoulder, nuzzling against her cheek.

It was adorable, seeing the kwami relationship from the outside. He had never thought he would get to see it.

Fei scrambled back in first, ahead of a bemused looking woman carrying a tray with fresh tea and a meal. “Do not leave me alone with the Lis again.” She whispered to Marinette. “They steal magic users.”

“Steal?” Marinette asked, soft.

“Not for centuries.” Syaoran said quietly as he came to sit down, settling across from them and offering Sakura a hand.

“Oh really? Hm.” Sakura teased, eyes bright. “You didn’t steal me away?”

The teen flushed. “I didn’t marry you because of your magic.”

“Your mother might disagree.” Sakura giggled. “But she’d have to stop trying to convince my father to move to Hong Kong for that discussion.”

“Your hearing is enhanced.” Adrien pointed out, because Fei had been whispering and he knew he shouldn’t have been able to hear it.

“A simple spell.” Syaoran dismissed. “Safety, when dealing with unfamiliar magic users.”

“Being able to hear what the enemy is saying.” Marinette muttered. “Could imply that you don’t trust us.”

“I asume that mistrust is mutual.” Syaoran retorted, frowning at her.

“You have a Kwami?” Adrien directed the question to Sakura, who seemed more willing to talk.

“Oh. Kero? No, he’s not a Kwami. I guess Clow must have mimiced them.”

They both turned to look at Plagg and the little not-Kwami wrestling, laughing, clearly having a good time.

“I didn’t know about the Kwami until-well, about a year ago.” Sakura explained. “After the two of your were already holders in Paris. Around the time of the Shanghai incident. Hawkmoth does not realize how close he came to a whole mess of very irritated magic users coming down on his head. China is split into magical districts, and those who live within them are very….” She paused to chew on her lips. “Territorial? The Lis are at the center of it all.”

“As they should be.” Syaoran stated blandly. “Once, before it was destroyed, the order of Guardians had their own place in the magical community.”

Marinette nodded. “They’re back, now. I restored it after Feast.”

Syaoran blinked, inclining his head. “I will send someone to look into that.”

Marinette hmmed, fingers still clutching his. “So...now what? You’ve made contact with us, what do you want?”

“Connections.” Syaoran said, at the same time Sakura brightly said “Friends.”

“You two sure disagree a lot.” Adrien observed, amused.

“We don’t, he just struggles with being open to new people sometimes.” Sakura smiled, reaching to take her husband’s hand. “That’s what I’m for.”

It was clear they were in love, just from the way they looked at each other.

Adrien glanced at Marinette, who was watching them curiously.

“So. Friends.” Marinette said, cautious. “Then what?”

Sakura and Syaoran exchanged a look, wordless but full of meaning that outsiders weren’t meant to decypher, before she smiled. “Well, we might be able to help you track your problem.”

“Track? Monarch? How?” Marinette demanded.

“Miraculous are very loud magic. When they’re used, they cast ripples into the stream of magic that connects the universe. Around Paris, there is a field that has been created by the constant use of the cure.” Sakura explains. “It’s a rather pleasant field, if not for the feeling of corruption under it. That’s the Butterfly, I presume. But I haven’t gone into Paris to look into it.” She pulled a card out of the small bag she wore at her waist. “The less magic is twisted for evil, the better for the world.”

“You do sound like Clow.” Plagg said in the silence that followed. “So what are you? His kid? His magical decedent?”

“Both, depending on how one looks at it.” Sakura smiled. “And you, Lord Plagg, warranted many pages in his journals.”

“Aww, shucks. I guess the kid was alright.” Plagg flicked his ears, leaving off the wrestling match to come sit on Adrien’s shoulder. “Knew he was going to make something of himself, didn’t realize when we met that it was ‘a problem’. But can’t blame a guy for having ambitions, I guess.”

Syaoran’s face went through several expressions before he snorted. “’A problem’ the most powerful sorcerer in history, and you refer to him as a ‘problem’?”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, kid. Some of my favorite people self identify as ‘problems’.” Plagg shot back easily.

“Was he your holder?” Adrien asked, curious.

“Hard to define. We met, we hung out, he never used me to transform. Mostly he just wanted to interview me. He had the ring for a bit – much as the guardians got a bit testy with him. Clow was never good at understanding that other people owned things, and if he wanted to interview Kwami, he felt like he should be allowed.” Plagg shrugged, casual. “Weird guy, nice guy. Pretty polite, considering. We played dodge with the guardians for like...how long was I missing, Tik?”

“Seventy years, Plagg. During which they were quite frantic about who might have you.” Tikki did not look as amused with the story as Plagg did.

“Well, the shithead he took me from probably shouldn’t have been sneaking into his house without permission. Spoils to the victor and all that.” Plagg shrugged.

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