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vera-deville · 1 year

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

02/28/2023 - 03/29/2023

Pairing: Luka Couffaine x Reader

Word Count: 867

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of!

Gender: AFAB

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But what to write?

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

Which was still quite hard surprisingly.

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

Apparently it doesn't work like that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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vikkirosko · 4 hours

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Masterlist Students

🐞 Marinette Dupain-Cheng 🪀

🐈‍⬛ Adrien Agreste 📸

🦊 Alya Césaire 📱

🐢 Nino Lahiffe 🎧

📱 Chloé Bourgeois 🕶

🐶 Sabrina Raincomprix 👓

🐮 Ivan Bruel ☠️

🐐 Nathaniel Kurtzberg 🎨

🐭 Mylène Haprèle 🪧

🐰 Alix Kubdel 🕰

🐯 Juleka Couffaine 🎸

🐍 Luka Couffaine 🎸

🐷 Rose Lavillant 🦄

🐵 Lê Chiến Kim Ature 👟

🐴 Max Kanté 🎮

🐲 Kagami Tsurugi 🗡

🐓 Marc Anciel 📖

🐝 Zoé Lee 👟

🦚 Félix Fathom 👔

#masterlist #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug x Reader #Miraculous Ladybug headcanons #Miraculous Ladybug Oneshots

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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kiss me before i lose my mind

pairing: luka couffaine x gn!reader

summary: luka knows he really shouldn't kiss you in public, to keep your relationship a secret. but he just can't keep his hands off you...

tags: secret relationship, marinette crushing on luka, adrien crushing on reader, open ending, luka is a bad liar

seeing you smile at him like this but being unable to hold you close and kiss you was absolutely killing luka.

but you and luka had decided to keep your relationship a secret from your friends, ever since the two of you got together a few weeks ago. after all, making your relationship public would only end up hurting someone. everyone knew that marinette had a thing for luka, as well as that adrien had a little crush on you as well. those two were your friends and you really didn't want to hurt them by making out in front of them, but it was getting harder and harder as time went by to keep your relationship a secret.

the two of you were currently at a party that rose was hosting, having arrived there separately, only to find your way towards each other once everyone had arrived. despite trying to keep it hidden, you still couldn't stay away from each other. and keeping your hands to yourself was just as hard, if not harder…

"please, stop smiling at me like that. i'm not sure what will happen if you keep doing that…"

luka's eyes went back and forth between you and the dancefloor, where all of his friends were dancing together. despite having found a more secluded spot, he was sure someone would notice if he'd kiss you right now. though he really couldn't keep away from you for long…

"luka… i always smile like that"

you replied amused, gently resting a hand on your boyfriend's cheek, only for him to remove it and take your hand into his own.

"then i guess i never realized how pretty you look…" luka leaned in a bit. "i really, really want to kiss you right now…"

you could feel his breath against your lips and the loud music in the background. yet somehow, luka's breathing sounded so much louder than the music, as he tried to control himself and stop himself from pulling you into a kiss.

"and the others? if they see us, they–"

"would it be selfish if i said i don't care anymore…? i know they're our friends, but… as our friends, they should be happy for us! and nothing would make me happier than kissing you already…"

luka was barely holding himself back anymore. his lips shaking with anticipation, just waiting to finally meet yours.

"just one kiss, alright?"

you both know that it wouldn't stay at just one. but luka mumbled a quick "sure" out, before pressing his lips onto yours, his hands finding their way onto your hips and pulling you closer. you closed your eyes, immersing yourself into the moment. after a few seconds, luka pulled away for a quick second to gasp for air, only to press his lips onto yours for a second and then third kiss.

you only pulled away from each other when you heard someone approach, a familiar voice calling out to the two of you.

"is everything okay…?"

you quickly pulled away from each other. luka towered over you, covering adrien's view of you, which led to the model only getting a good view of luka's back.

you stared into luka's eyes for a moment, a panicked look on both of your faces, before you put on a smile and turned around to face your friend.

"yeah, all good here!" luka smiled, trying to look as calm as he always did. "i just… got my necklace entangled in their clothes… you know how it is!"

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to grin after that awful lie luka told. and yet, adrien seemed to buy it.

"oh, i see! then, if you don't mind, would you like to dance with me, y/n..?"

you turned to luka for a moment, almost as if asking for his permission. though in the end, you knew you had no reason to refuse adrien's request.

"sure, i'd love to!" you replied and the blonde boy's face lit up. "we'll talk again later then, luka~!"

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aestheticpluto · 10 months

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Attention [Yandere Chat Noir]

Summery- Someone needs your attention...desperately and they are willing to do whatever it takes to get it. Warning- hint of manipulation, Stalker behavior

Your began to walk faster as you felt someone is following you turning around you saw no one?...'Impossible' your thought kept your mind occupied...Shrugging off your thoughts you continued to walk again but you halted your steps as you heard someone clearing his/her throat you turned around once again and saw the Paris's beloved hero ''Well- Hello there My kitten'' He started in his usual flirty tone ''Isn't it too late for such a pretty lady like you to walk alone'' his eyes studying your movements ''Would you like me to drop you home'' he asked ''It's-'' ''Of course of course I know your too excited but let's take things slow'' ''Wait-'' ''Now give me your hand'' ''Oh No Chat it's okay I can go by myself'' you finally said it as politely as possible ''What?'' he paused his face clearly displaying displeasure ''You don't want the famous hero to drop you home'' he asked- well more like a demand ''No...I'm sorry but I'm good on my own'' you replied ''It's a gold opportunity....Y/n'' his voice was low yet as a sign of warning

''Chat I'm serious I've No interest going with you'' you said once again and began to back off little sensing the aura around you ''Why are you always so stubborn'' ''Chat-'' ''Always denning my offer'' ''What-'' ''Always paying attention to other people instead of ME'' ''I-'' ''I tried to approach you so many times with and without my hero costume yet you refuses to give me your attention....don't you see how much I love you don't you see how much I care about you....don't you see how much I crave for your attention...Huh Am I not handsome enough Am I not ENOUGH FOR YOU''' his voice roar through the alley ''Chat Are you gone insane⁈'' You mumbled ''I was never sane ever since I met you'' He replied his emerald eyes drunk in craziness he had gone insane pure insane ''And Now That I finally have you alone all by yourself...I'm not letting you go'' His voice was the last thing you heard before you fell unconscious.

#tw yandere #yandere blog #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere male #yandere x reader #fypツ #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #yandere chat noir #chat noir x reader

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heartfulselkie · 6 months

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The mockery of his laugh had always made her want to punch Griffe in the face, but now the thought wasn't even crossing her mind. The teasing tone in his voice and smugness of his grin had faded, his cocky attitude dissolving into something more genuine. Was that what his real laugh sounded like? Was that what his real smile looked like?

This takes place immediately after the end of the Paris Special so there are spoilers!

Saw the special. Had a cry over the blorbos. Bon appétit.

#ml paris special #griffe noir #toxinelle #toxigriffe #claw noir #shadybug #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous fanfiction #oneshot #my work

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justrandomfanfictionskh · 1 year

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MDC Commissions: The Ghost King

(A series of one shots where Marinette has some extremely unusual clients. What could possible go wrong? ao3)

When Marinette moved to Gotham after retiring as Ladybug, she had expected craziness and chaos. And living with her biological father and his family, had made her believe that she had seen everything. For example, when she sat down to breakfast that morning she had been fully prepared to see Damian and Jason engaged in a rubber band war over the head of a slumped Tim, who couldn't decide if he was awake or asleep. She didn't flinch to see Dick balancing six trays of breakfast food, while Alfred followed him with barely concealed panic. She didn't even raise an eyebrow when Bruce came in with bag under his eyes, and switched Tim's coffee with his own empty mug. Barbara rolling in arguing about the probability of aliens owning all of the bowling alleys with Duke was a completely casual conversation. And Steph filming everything while she cackled was just the cherry on top.

She sat down next to Cass (the only other kid who was quiet), as Dick precariously started setting down the trays, and Bruce called for his other two sons to sit down. They were getting a little violent, and he wasn't having much luck. It was only once the last tray was on the table, that everyone finally settled down to eat, but Marinette had a feeling that it was only a matter of time before Jason and Damian decided to start chucking food at each other. At which point, Dick would yell "Food Fight" and they'd all be required by sibling law to join in. However, Marinette was not prepared for what happened literally two seconds after everyone was seated.

Alfred had just set down the coffee pot, causing Tim to jerk awake, when a bright flash of light in the middle of the table had everyone leaping into a fighting stance. They stood silent as they watched the glowing ball of light drift lazily around the table and settle in front of her. She squinted as it flashed blindingly before dropping something on her plate with an audible "Thunk." Marinette blinked the stars out of her eyes and stared down at a thick, glowing green scroll. It was very official looking with a glowing green wax seal and a golden center.

Marinette stared at it in wonder, and took a long sip of her coffee. It was far to early for this.

"Uh Mari," Dick was the first to speak as they all stared at the scroll. "What's that?"

She looked up at him blank faced, "It's a scroll Dick."

"I know that but---" Dick scoffed but Steph interrupted him with an eager,

"What's it say?"

"I wouldn't open it Mars," Duke said hesitantly, "That green light around it is...well it's some powerful other worldly shit, I'll say that much."

"Hmm," Marinette hummed.

"Still," Barbara said, "We can't ignore it. What if it's Guardian business?"

"Has the Order ever contacted you this way before?" Bruce asked eyeing the thing like it was a bomb full of joker gass.

"Nope," Marinette said still not moving.

"We should destroy it," Damian said simply reaching for the sword he had stashed under the table.

"Bad idea," Cass said softly, "Important."

"But it could be a trap," Tim said lifting his mug and staring in confusion when he found it empty. "I can run some tests on it maybe."

"I'm with Demon," Jason said gruffly, "That thing is giving me the heebie jeebies."

"Did you just say heebie jeebies?" Stephanie said in confusion.

"Whatever it is I don't think you should touch it Mari," Bruce said.

"Seriously Jay?" Steph said, "Heebie Jeebies?"

"I agree with father," Damian said tensely, "This thing reeks of magic. Perhaps we should call a magic user."

"I can call Zatanna," Dick offered.

"Heebie jeebies?"

"Let it go Steph, this is serious!"

"But...heebie jeebies?"

The dinning room descended into utter chaos literally not even five minutes into their meal. Marinette sighed and took another sip of her coffee as her family yelled around her. She had been up all night helping Barbara with Oracle stuff and finishing up some designs for her company. And listening to her siblings fight over how to deal with ominous glowing scrolls that appeared during their breakfast was not how she wanted to start the morning. She opened her purse and Tikki flew out to look at the scroll, as Jason knocked over his chair about to launch at Steph. Tikki nodded as Dick moved to stop Jason from attacking Steph. This time Cass had taken over recording the insanity.

Everyone froze as Marinette picked up the scroll. But nothing happened. She didn't suddenly combust or summon hellfire upon them all, so she took that as a good sign and broke the seal. Immediately, her entire family began to panic and some even lunged to snatch the scroll away from her. Marinette leaped back keeping the scroll as far away from them as she could. She sent them a confused, disapproving look as if to say, "Back off it's my magic scroll get your own!" But she read the words out loud just the same.

"To the right honorable, MDC, from the court of his Majesty the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, The Ghost King, Guardian of the Eternal Souls, Protector of the Living World, The Sleepless One, The Halfa, Keeper of the Abyss, etc. Greetings.

His majesty humbly requests your services in the designing of his coronation attire for his ascension to the throne of the Deathless King. Should you accept this most honorable, and glorious commission, simply preform the included spell before the end of five days. Preferably between 4 and 5 o'clock central. Money is no object unless you wish some other form of Eternal payment. In which case, terms will have to be agreed upon in person. You will also be invited, along with a guest of your choosing, to witness this most monumental event within the Infinite Realms.

Kindest Regards,

The King's Advisor, Physician, and Head Scientist, and Leader of the Far Frozen

Frostbite. "

Marinette looked up at her family who were staring at her in awe. None of them quiet new how to take this, so for a moment there was complete silence. In her head Marinette began counting down, "Three...two...one." And the entire dinning room erupted into chaos. Marinette just sighed as she returned her attention to the commission. "What even is my life?" she muttered.

Marinette summoned the Ghost King in the private studio at her fashion house. She reserved this studio for her VIP commissions like Jagged, Clara, Diana, and her family. At that moment it was just her, Jason, and the kwamis, which was already causing chaos as half of the little gods flew around in an attempt to help without actually helping. Jason was making no attempt to corral them like he had promised to do, and instead decided to just stand and scowl as Marinette prepared the summoning circle exactly as it was depicted on the scroll. Marinette had just wanted it to be her and the kwamis, but her family all resolutely refused. Apparently, summoning an unknown, mythical, entity of unquestionable power by herself was not something they were comfortable with. So they compromised and decided that Jason was best suited to over see the meeting. After all, one of the titles was "the Ghost King" and Jason was a zombie...technically.

Still Marinette wasn't sure how well he would do in a fight. If it came to that, then the kwamis would be her best shot at protecting them. She wasn't sure how Jason's guns would do against something called, "The Keeper of the Abyss." Still she was glad he was here, in a way. "Alright!" she said standing, "It's ready!"

"Hmph," Jason grunted, "I don't like this, Pixie."

"Oh come on," Marinette said with a smile as she tried to hide her own terror, "Don't tell me you're not a little bit curious."

Jason shook his head and muttered something about not wanting to die again, which Marinette elected to ignore. Instead she began the chant and called upon the Ghost King, the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, The Bringer of the Frost, Guardian of the Eternal Souls, Protector of the Living World, The Sleepless One, The Halfa, Keeper of the Abyss, etc. " Man this guy has a lot of titles," she thought. The runes began to glow as the light began to melt upward into a swirling portal of ink and stars. The edges of the portal were wrapped in a shifting green cloud that reminded Marinette of the Lazarus Pit. "That's...probably...not a good sign," she thought but it was too late. Because a white hand emerged from the blackness and Marinette felt the magic in the room surge with the sudden pressure of power. She gasped, and her breath came our in a cloud as the hand was followed by a foot. The kwami gathered around her ready to fight, and Jason's hand flew to his gun. They all held their breath as the Ruler of the Infinite Realms emerged, in all of his power and glory.

"All I'm saying, Jazz, is that I don't see the point! I mean it's not like I'm going to be dressing like this while I'm king!" A teenage boy cried as he stepped casually from the portal.

"It's not about you, Danny!" said the tall, red haired woman who followed him into the studio, "It's about your subjects. They need to see that you're taking this seriously, so they know to take you seriously. By presenting yourself as a king before them, they will be more likely to trust you as their king."

"She's right Danny," said a goth goth girl, "You're entering the world of high ghostly society. In those circles image is everything whether your alive or dead. Ha, you're gonna love it!"

The boy, Danny, groaned into his hands, and then turned to face Marinette and Jason who were staring in quiet shock and confusion. "Hi!" He said stepping forward holding out his hand to shake, "I'm Danny Phantom, future King of the Infinite Realms, nice to meet ya!"

Marinette blue screened for a moment as she took in her client. This...was not what she was expecting. She had been fully prepared to meet some sort of strange eldritch animal/human/void type hybrid. Instead she got a teenage, human boy who couldn't have been older than 16. The only thing unusual about was his snow white hair, and glowing green eyes. She could work with this. So, Marinette smiled and shook his hand, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Wayne, MDC, the pleasure is all mine. And this is my brother, Jason Todd, he's going to be assisting us today!"

Danny looked over at Jason and gaped, "Dude!" he exclaimed, "You core is messed up! What happened to you?!"

"Danny!" the red head, Jazz exclaimed, "Be nice! I'm sorry," she said addressing Jason, "My brother might be one of the most powerful beings in the multiverse, but he's still a teenager and often forgets his manners. I'm Jazz by the way!" She held out her hand, and Jason numbly shook it as his eyes expressed that he was still trying to mentally process what was happening.

"And I'm Sam," the goth girl said stepping forward as the portal closed behind her, "I'm a big fan of your work, Miss. MDC. Your eco friendly punk spring collection was truly inspired!"

"Thank you," Marinette said with a smile, "And I see you're wearing some of it! I have to say, the way you've dressed up the vest is amazing, I never would have thought to match it with that color skirt!"

Sam blushed as she straighten the faux dark green leather vest. Jason then took the opportunity to speak up saying, "I hate to interrupt but...what's the story here?"

"Oh," Danny said as they all moved toward the couches that surrounded the circular stage, where the finished products would be touched up and fitted. "Well you see our parents," he gestured between himself and his sister, "are scientists who for some reason decided to study ghosts."

"We thought they were crazy!" Jazz exclaimed with a desperate laugh.

"They are crazy," Sam said, "Just turns our they were also right."

"They built a portal to what they called the Ghost Zone," Danny explained, "It's kind of like the afterlife in between afterlives. A realm between realms...sort of...it's complicated. And that's not really the point, the point is, they thought it didn't work. Until, Sam, Tucker and I were goofing off in the lab and there was an...'accident.'"

"And you died?!" Marinette asked in concerned.

"Yes, no, sorta kinda," Danny said casually, "I half died. I'm half dead. I'm half ghost."

"The technical term is Halfa," Jazz explained.

"Danny is alive," Sam said, "But at the same time, he's dead."

"Schrodinger's kid," Jason muttered, and Danny beamed.

"Yeah, you see! This guy gets it!" He exclaimed. "So anyway, now that the portal was open someone had to make sure that the ghosts didn't overwhelm the land of the living, and vise versa. And since I am both living and dead, I was the only one who could do it."

Marinette twisted one of her earrings with a glance at Tikki, who was shuffling the other kwamis out of sight since there was clearly no danger, "I get that."

She and Danny exchanged an understanding look, before he continued, "Yeah, well, one of those ghosts turned out to be the actual Ghost King who had gone all tyrant, and tried to disrupt the balance between life and death thus destroying both realms. I might have beaten him in single combat thus accidently becoming the next Ghost King."

"How do you accidently become the Ghost King?" Jason said incredulously.

"By beating the former monarch in single combat, I thought we just established that?" Danny said.

"Any way," Jazz said purposefully, "Danny was still in high school at the time, so he couldn't exactly claim the throne. And besides there was a lot about inter-death politics that he had to learn. So we had to hold off on the coronation until he was ready."

"And now here you are!" Marinette said brightly.

"Here we are!" Danny said in return. "Got to say though, randomly becoming the guardian of one of the cornerstones of all existence before all before my 18th birthday, not how I expected my life to turn out. But like you said 'here we are!'"

Marinette glanced at the kwami again and said softly, "Yeah, I get that to."

Danny cocked his head at her, as his glowing green eyes met her piercing blue one. He nodded and said, "Alright then, let's get started shall we. I'm trusting you, Blue eyes!"

Jason scowled at the nickname, but Marinette chuckled and retrieved her tape measure, but stopped as she took in his outfit. It looked like a black and white, rubber hazmat suit that was custom made to fit him. It wasn't the worst thing she had ever seen, and the flaming D, she guessed was a nice touch, but it the girls were right. It didn't scream "King of the Infinite Realms." But it raised a pressing question for her.

"So how do your clothes work?"

"Uh...well...let's see," Danny said as he looked down at his outfit. "Well I suppose I should explain how ghosts work. You see all of this," he gestured to his face and limbs with exaggerated motions, "Is basically all ectoplasm, energy, and magic shaped by the self image of my psyche. So I can shift it to change based on my self image, and that includes my clothes, if I focus. The thing holding it all together is my core." He tapped is chest where his heart should have been. "Basically it's like a...vessel? Yeah, a vessel for my psyche, or spirit, or soul, whatever word you want to use."

"So do you want me to just draw you an outfit, and then you can shift your clothes into that. It might be easier."

"Nuh-uh," Sam said, "That wont work. He can shapeshift, but it's not his specialty. He always shifts back within thirty minutes or sometimes less."

Jazz nodded, "The best thing would be to make him an outfit for his human form, and then he can shift to match that. We can even infuse the fabrics with some of his ectoplasm, so it will be easier for his psyche to recognize it as a part of him."

Marinette froze at the phrasing, and suddenly why Danny was so hesitant to change his ghostly look. His clothes were a part of his self image. This was how his spirit perceived his existence. Marinette began studying hit clothes a lot more closely. Any thing she did could alter his self image for all of eternity, if she wasn't careful. Marinette took a deep breath. This was probably going to end up being the most important piece of her career. "Ok," she said allowing her voice to communicate to Danny just how serious she was taking this commission. "I think I understand. In that case, I'm going to need measurements of both your human form, and your ghost form. If there are any discrepancies, I'm going to need to know now."

Danny smiled softly at her. "Ok." And there was no more arguing or complaining, as he stood patiently while she took his measurements, first in his ghost form, and then in his human form. Jason was writing down the numbers diligently. Almost too diligently, but Marinette understood his silence when he said,

"So this core thing...you said I had one but there was something wrong with it."

"Hmm," Danny said, "Oh yeah. Did you die and get resurrected or something?" Jason nodded silently, completely engrossed in the notepad. "Well, whoever did it did an awful job!"

"Danny!" Jazz exclaimed.

"What? It's true!"

"But that's not how you say it. I am so sorry Jason, my brother can be a little insensitive."

"No it's ok," Jason said, "I'd rather have it blunt and honest, than sugar coated. So what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you per se," Danny mused after a moment of studying Jason. "So obviously you died. And the circumstances were just right so that instead of going to one of the 'afterlives' you went to the space between, the Infinite Realms. Which is probably why you don't remember what happened in between your two lives. Am I right?"

"You'd know better than me," Jason laughed dryly. 'Like you said I don't remember."

"Probably for the best. But anyway," Danny continued, "When you were resurrected, it was done very badly, because you're core is warped. Don't worry it's still intact, so your spirit's safe. But the warped core combined with the corrupted ectoplasm running through your veins! Yeesh! Frankly I'm surprised you're not frothing at the mouth, homicidal maniac right now. Cause that amount of contamination is not good for you mental stability."

The siblings froze and exchanged desperate, almost hopeful looks. "The pit madness," Marinette whispered.

"I get...angry sometimes," Jason explained. "I see green, and then red, and then I...I hurt people."

The girls looked at him with pity, but Danny just nodded with understanding. "Makes sense," was all he said, but Marinette could instantly see the relief of those words wash over Jason's whole being. She knew how much he fought, how much he struggled with his sanity. They tried to help, but pit madness wasn't like normal mental illnesses. It was steeped in ancient magic and the forces of nature them selves. In the end the only advice any of the could logistically give Jason was to fight it. Therapy could give him tools, but when push came to shove none of them understood what it was like.

And to have someone, anyone, say that it made sense. That his reactions to the corruption inside him were not strange, abnormal or grotesque. To have his actions fit inside the bounds of an expected response, a symptom of something that could be categorized...Marinette could not imagine the relief Jason must have been feeling. But it whatever his emotions were they all seemed to be summed up in his next chocked out words, “Is…is there a cure.”

“Yeah, of course there is!” Danny said with his cheerful casualness, that broke all of Jason’s carefully crafted walls. “I can schedule an appointment for you with Frostbite. He’s done some incredible research into the development of Ghost cores. Once, he filters that ectoplasm in your blood stream, it shouldn’t be too difficult to get your core back to it’s proper shape. You’ll have to spend a few days in the Ghost Zone, a week at most. But then your core will start filtering and shaping the ectoplasm on it’s own…think of it as a liver transplant, but with magic and shit.”

“Wow,” Jason breathed. “I…uh…ha…I.t…thank you!”

Danny smiled, “Eh, what are kings for. I mean you are technically one of my subjects.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason said still smiling.

Danny grinned. “When you die, again, you’ll go to the Ghost Zone. My zone. You’re stuck with me buddy!”

Jason threw back his head with a clear bright laugh that was all too rare in Marinette’s opinion. And hearing it now as it rang with hope and joy, only made Marinette’s smile brighter and fuller. They continued to talk about what it would take to get Jason to the Ghost Zone for his “core transplant” as Danny was now calling it. And Marinette was slowly getting a clearer picture of what she was going to make for the young king.

When she finished her measurements and pulled out her note book to start some rough sketches, she turned back to Danny and said, “Ok so we can talk about what you don’t want once I have some ideas mapped out. But first I want to know if there is anything that you do want. A favorite color, a piece of jewelry, a type of belt, anything like that?”

“Your symbol,” Sam said immediately. “You need to have your symbol.”

“I think you should keep your usual color scheme,” Jazz said calmly, “It’s like your signature.”

“Danny?” Marinette asked pointedly.

He thought for a moment and the grinned saying, “Can I get a cape?”

The girls rolled their eyes, and Jason put his head in his hand. But Marinette just beamed and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

(Who should Marinette design for next?! Comment your requests)

#maribat #marinette dupen chang #mdc au #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #dp x dc #dp x dc x mlb #fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #batfam #jason todd #danny phantom #ghost king danny #oneshot #bio dad bruce wayne

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bruised-muses · 5 months

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who me? writing a mlb fic? yes, yes i am. loveynoir oneshot, coming out idk when but here's a snippet!!

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“You’re not Ladybug,” is the first thing Loveybug hears, and she turns around, her lips curled in the smile she always kept hidden as Ladybug, delighted to see Chat Noir. He doesn’t seem to be sharing her joy in the slightest, but her smile hardly falters.

“Of course not! I’m Loveybug!” She says, taking in every feature of his face. Oh dear, how had she never appreciated him before? Everything from the golden locks of his hair, down to his bell, suit, and tail was beautiful. She really ought to have given more attention to him. “Have I ever told you, you’re really beautiful?” She asked genuinely. Chat Noir continued staring at her, dare she say, glaring?

“No, you haven’t, because we’ve never met before, because you’re not Ladybug,” Chat gritted out. Loveybug giggled.

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yes it's short however i am writing it rn so it should get longer.

#fanfiction #mlb #miraculous ladybug #ladybug and chat noir #ladynoir #loveynoir #loveybug #loveybug au #fic snippet #wip: loveynoir oneshot #ez writes

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gyunmiraculous · 1 year

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If You Would Stay

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing(s): Luka Couffaine/Reader, Minor Background Juleka/Rose

WC: 1.2k

Genre: FLUFF. pure fluff, that's it~

A/n: Okay, I haven't written in 1st pov in YEARS now but I really really love Luka and I wanted to write something for him! This is not as good as usual for me but I still hope you enjoy it :) I can't believe this is the first thing I wrote for this fandom ㅠㅠ

Also readable on ao3 here!

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Clear strums of the guitar echoed around the deck of Liberty the moment I stepped on it. My eyes immediately flitted to where a familiar tall figure was sitting, his instrument gently held like one would do a lover. Luka's eyes were on the fretboard but his smile spoke that he knew I was there.

The thought of him smiling because of me made me flush, even if it was merely wishful thinking. Before I could make my way over to him, I felt a hand slip around mine. Rose looked at me with a bright smile as she dragged me to where she had kept her lyric notebook open.

"You have to read it and tell me what you think!" She said, buzzing with excitement. I looked around but couldn't see Juleka, which Rose noticed and leaned in to say in a whisper, "I made her go away so I could show this to you in secret. It's a song I wrote for her…"

"Oh!" I gasped, my face lighting up. There was really nothing more romantic than having someone write a song for you, in my opinion. To see Rose do something like this for Juleka was very heartwarming. "That's such a lovely idea, Rose! I'm sure she would absolutely love it."

"I hope so too," Rose giggled through her nervousness and pressed her notebook in my hand so I could give her my feedback. I read through the words on the paper slowly, building their story in my head based on them.

"This is so good, Rose," I said in awe once I was done, looking around to check that Juleka still hadn't come back. "She will cry. I know I would if someone wrote me a song like this. I shouldn't have expected any less of our resident hopeless romantic."

I nudged her playfully but Rose, in her excitement, swatted at me harder than I expected, making me lose balance and falling down on my butt. I mumbled a small "ow!" of pain at that. Rose gasped and leaned down, apologising over and over as she helped me stand up.

"It's okay, Rose," I reassured her as I dusted off the back of my jeans. A warm hand suddenly rested on my shoulder, making me flinch in surprise. I turned around to find Luka staring down at me in concern from a very close distance. Too close.

My face flushed at the proximity and panicking, I flung my arm outward but instead of getting pushed back, Luka caught my arm in time, as gentle as ever.

"Easy there," he said softly, lowering our hands but not letting my wrist go. My brain malfunctioned at the prolonged contact and I just let out an incoherent, "huh?" before realising that I was being weird.

"Uh, I mean, I'm sorry Luka!" I blushed, embarrassed at myself. He just laughed, waving it off.

"Are you okay though?" He asked, features contorting into an expression of concern again. "Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Why would I get hurt, silly, I almost hit you!" I laughed nervously.

"I meant your fall, (y/n)."

Oh.

"Oh that," I said sheepishly, feeling foolish again. Ugh. Why does this always happen around Luka?! "I'm fine. It… doesn't hurt."

Luka studied me carefully for a few seconds then nodded, a smile taking over his face again. Someone cleared their throat in the background causing the two of us to startle. He dropped my hand in the process but I was too swamped looking at the now present Kitty Section to fully let the disappointment sink in. Juleka looked amused while Rose looked positively aglow, like she had discovered a mine of treasure. Oh no.

"Oh, hey guys," I said in panic, not wanting her to even blurt out about my crush on Luka. No, nope. We are not going to touch uncharted territories. "Juleka, did you hear the song?"

"What song?" She asked, confused. Rose's smile dropped in alarm and she grabbed her notebook real quick.

"Why don't you ask Rose?" I said with a teasing smile, relaxing now that the attention was off me. Juleka looked inquiringly at her girlfriend who blushed. The blond held her hand for a second before tugging her inside to where her room was. Ivan just shot me and Luka a small smile before settling down where Rose was sitting and getting his phone out. Probably to talk with Mylene.

"Hey, (y/n)?" Luka's voice sounded hesitant and I looked up at him curiously through the corner of my eyes. Upon closer inspection, I realised his cheeks seemed to be dusted with pink. But, it couldn't possibly be because of me… right? "There's… something I want to show you. I mean, something I want you to hear."

"Yeah?" I smiled encouragingly. He rubbed the back of his neck and I realised that for the first time, I was seeing Luka Couffaine being nervous. It evoked a bit of hesitancy in me too; because what could make Luka nervous? Calm, kind and mature Luka? Was it something bad?

Before my thoughts could spiral into more worrisome concerns, he picked up my hand that he had dropped and gently tugged it to beckon me over to where he was sitting before. We crossed over there and he immediately picked up the guitar he had been playing when I had appeared. My mind cleared the doubts; Luka wanted me to listen to a song.

"W- well," he lightly scratched the tip of his nose, cheeks flushing more. His eyes flitted around everywhere except my face. "I guess Rose and I had the same idea…"

Huh?

I stood there dumbfounded as Luka started playing the guitar. The music was soft but clear, and the words spilling out of his mouth tugged at my heartstrings.

"...You are the song stuck inside my head,

You are the one, that's what my heart said,

The tune I hear at any time of the day,

You are my song, so if you would stay…"

If he had the same idea as Rose… then did that mean Luka wrote a song for me? Were these words for me? My brain went into overdrive just as Luka finished the song with one last strum. He looked up at me hopefully, lips pressed into a nervous smile.

"...you wrote this for me?" I asked quietly after a few seconds of silence. He nodded shyqly, cheeks heating up even more than before. I could feel my own cheeks mirroring the action. "Luka, that was such a sweet song! To say that I'm the song stuck inside your head… Oh, I am not as good at making music like you to tell you this, but Luka. You are the music that my heart beats to."

"(Y/n)," he placed the guitar aside and stood up, arms coming around to wrap my waist in his hold. He brushed away the hair that was whipping onto my face from the wind and placed a gentle kiss on top of my forehead. "Will you do me the honour of having you not just in my heart and head… but also in my arms to hold?"

I smiled and got onto my tiptoes, sneaking in to press a butterfly kiss on Luka's lips. The action made him close his eyes and the blush on his cheeks rose again. I giggled.

"Only if you do the same to me."

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #luka x reader #luka couffaine x reader #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #juleka x rose #fanfic #mlb au #miraculous fanfic #gyunmiraculousau #oneshot

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kaiyaamin · 8 days

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hey guys I'm sorry I haven't posted in a long time but I have been super busy with exams and life in general. But I promise to try and update more often when I have time.

Love you all!

XOXO, Kaiya

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marinettenoirfan · 2 months

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54072508

Both Ladybug and Chat Noir know each other’s secret identity, but they don't know that the other already knows.

This is my fluffiest fic yet. Expect fluff, a pinch of angst, a reveal, and even more fluff. Hope you'll check it out :)

~2.5k words - One-shot

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #miraculous fanfic #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #love square #ladynoir #adrienette #oneshot

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masilvi · 3 months

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Anyone has fics recommendations? 👉👈 I feel like going back to reading and dunno where to start lol, so feel free to share you current reads/writing here 💖

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #I like a lot of stuff #AUs! oneshots or longer fics are cool too #or either love square or core four focused stories? that's good too

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vera-deville · 1 year

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Request! Marinette becoming a wereladybug (oneshot)?

02/23/2023 - 02/28/2023

Pairing: No pairing! Just a one shot about Marinette/Ladybug.

Word Count: 1,533

Warnings: Being bitten by a weird ass ladybug; Season 4 spoilers; Marinette's in love with Adrien

Gender: Gender Neutral

In which Marinette gets bitten by rather odd ladybug.

This was definitely not what Marinette had signed up for.

One day, she was clumsily getting ready for school, and on her way, she had to drag an old man who was caught up in his own little world onto the sidewalk before he was hit by an oncoming vehicle on the road.

This resulted in her dropping many of the macarons her father had lovingly prepared for her first day of school, and she was running a bit late.

Time skip to quite some time later, and now this once (relatively normal) teenager was now juggling a very busy life. One filled with school, with friends, with love, and most importantly, with superheroes.

She was now the famous Ladybug, the protector (amongst a few others) of Paris, the guardian of Paris, the...there were honestly so many names that she couldn't keep track of them all.

And after many ups and downs (and everything in between), Marinette seemed to have her life sorted out, calmed down, and easy to manage for the most part. She fell into a sort of routine, juggling the duties of a school student, an artist, a good friend, and a superhero all together rather efficiently.

For once, she wasn't incredibly overwhelmed every single day.

And that's why they call it the calm before the storm.

It was just like any other day. Mr. Ramier had been akumatized into Mr. Pigeon for the umpteenth time in their lives, but had successfully been saved from wreaking more pigeon-related havoc upon the bustling city of Paris (filled with people who had far better things to be doing that worrying about a man floating around on a flock of pigeons). Of course, school was still in progress, and of course, Adrien still looked as perfect and sweet as ever.

Alya had some new videos to post on her blog, and she asked Marinette for feedback regarding the videos, because who better to ask the quality of videos about Ladybug than Ladybug herself?

It still took some getting used to in regards to the fact that Alya was now one of the very select few that new her secret superhero identity, as well as the fact that she was now much more open about asking her stuff for the Ladyblog. It was sweet, but almost surreal. Like she was a third person watching two people interact, when in actuality, she was one of them.

Confiding in Alya had been a nerve-wracking decision to make, without a doubt. And while it did present certain cons, the pros were far too good to ignore. Things were much easier now, much more convenient, especially since she could trust her best friend so much. Alya was a life-saver. Literally.

And it was at moments like this where she desperately needed Alya.

On the way home from school, Marinette stopped by some flowers in the sidewalks that looked particularly beautiful, and found herself inspired to sketch out a few designs. And that's when she noticed the little splotch of red, striking against the pinks and yellows of the flowers.

Marinette had a sort of affinity for ladybugs. This was a given, seeing as she was the holder of the ladybug miraculous.

So, in a moment of fascination, Marinette included the tiny beauty in her sketches, and as she was furiously sketching out a particular design, she felt a spot on her arm tickle. Whipping her head towards the direction of the sensation, Marinette noticed that the ladybug was now on her arm. And looking closely at it, she noticed that this particular ladybug looked a little different from other ladybugs.

It had a primarily white head with black spots. Most ladybugs didn't have that. And unlike most ladybugs, it had a more orangey hue rather than red. It was also much bigger than the ladybugs she was used to seeing. Plus, it had lots of black spots. The ladybugs she usually saw only had seven.

Shaking her head, Marinette tried to get the last details in her sketch before she headed home. Key word being "tried."

Marinette felt a sudden and sharp pain and tried to locate the source of the pain. It felt like a sharp nip, and oddly enough, it was from where the ladybug was sitting on her arm. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the thing had bitten her.

Lightly yelping, Marinette swiped the ladybug off her arm (albeit gently, as she couldn't bring herself to injure it gravely) and studied the now red spot on her arm. The nip was still stinging, although not as bad as before.

She didn't even know that ladybugs could bite-

After reaching home, Marinette noticed that the itching that accompanied the bite had gotten worse and when she took a look at the bite, she almost yelped once again.

The redness had spread and it seemed like rashes were also a thing now. Worried that she was having an allergic reaction, Marinette was about to tell her mother about the weird ladybug when she heard screaming.

Rushing up to little terrace, she saw an akumatized villain on the loose, wreaking havoc (as they do).

Letting out a sound of frustration, Marinette exclaimed, "d, spots on!"

The transformation sequence felt...odd. But unfortunately, Ladybug didn't all the time in the world to dwell on it, as she currently had something to do. Swinging her way to the scene of the akumatized victim, she was met with Chat Noir.

"Hey Bugaboo~ Woah-"

Frowning, Ladybug asked, "what?"

"Love the new style Milady!" Chat Noir replied.

"What do you mean new style?" Ladybug asked.

Confused, Chat Noir pointed out the antennae sticking out of her head, the wing-like flaps she had that were hanging off her shoulders, and the orangey-tint to her once blood-red costume. Shocked, Ladybug opened her yoyo to see if Chat Noir was just messing with her, but alas. The one time she sorely wished her crime-fighting partner was joking, it had turned out to not be the case.

Ladybug could feel herself spiraling and before Chat Noir could voice his concerns about her not looking too good, Ladybug told him that she had some things to figure out, but first, they had an akumatized villain to take care of.

And just as usual, the unstoppable duo dealt their hand and had restored peace to Paris (definitely not for long, since Hawkmoth had apparently never heard of a break). Chat Noir questioned Ladybug once again in regards to how she was doing and if he could help in any way.

Smiling, she assured him that once she figured things out, she would tell him herself.

Chat watched the love of his life swing away, smiling, but clearly worried about her. Looking over the beloved city he called home, he called it a day and headed home.

Back on Ladybug's end, she'd entered her room through the rooftop and immediately ran to the mirror to study her appearance. It was so odd. There was no particular reason for her to have her superhero appearance change so suddenly, and she had no idea what could have spurred it.

Reaching for her yoyo, she dialed Alya and told her to get to the bakery stat. Within some time, Alya was in Marinette's room, confused but also very fascinated by the new look her best friend now donned.

"I got bitten by this really weird ladybug today, and I had this sort of allergic reaction some time later, and now, EVEN MY SUPERHERO COSTUME HAS BEEN INFLUENCED BY IT!" Ladybug ranted.

Alya asked Ladybug to de-transform, that way they could figure some things out. So, Ladybug said, "Spots off."

Marinette felt a little weird. The scent of baked goods was always present in her house (seeing as they did live right above their bakery), but for some reason, the smell seemed even more stronger. So strong that she gagged a bit. Another thing she noticed was that her eyesight was a bit blurry. But the blurriness went away as soon as it came (luckily).

Alya asked her strange questions. And after experimenting for a number of days, the two girls had reached a conclusion. Marinette now had superpowers that were not related to her miraculous. And it was most probably due to a bite by a really weird ladybug. One that could have been radioactive for all they knew.

Alya explained to Marinette that there was this comic series that she had been obsessed with for man years now where the main character had been bitten by a radioactive spider and then he gained real-life superpowers as a result of it. And a lot of the things that he had matched with the things Marinette had. Heightened senses (minus the eyesight; at times it would get blurry) seemed to be the most easily recognizable change in Marinette.

It took some getting used to, but Marinette had the kwamis and Alya (and later Chat Noir once she explained the basis of her situation without getting into the details to him). Besides, it's not like her blood started to smell foul whenever she got a paper cut or anything like that, right?

Author's Note: Alright, so this request has been lying in my inbox for months and I felt really bad about not having completed it, but it still remained in my inbox for a very long time.

I decided enough was enough, and got started on this fic, and ended up finishing a few days later.

I gotta admit, I had no idea what to do with this one, (similar case with the Luka as a weresnake fic), so I went the Spiderman route. A (probably) radioactive ladybug bit our dear Marinette, and now she's got some interesting abilities (I especially struggled trying to think of some).

Because of that, I don't really like the way it turned out, but I still ended up completing the fic. If it's not up to your standard, let me know and I can make another one!

Now the part where Marinette notices the ladybug sitting on her and looking a little different to the ladybugs she's used to seeing has a particular reason for existing. The ladybug that bit Marinette is supposed to be a Harlequin ladybug. They're an invasive species in some parts of the world (including France) and they do in fact bite. Some species of ladybug can't bite, but these can. They can be painful (depends on your pain tolerance), but the bites don't pose a threat unless you're allergic to them.

Native ladybugs are (typically, depending on where you're from) black on the underneath and have black legs, but Harlequin ladybugs are orange on the underneath and have orange legs. The Harlequin ladybug (Harmonia axyridis) actually threatens the population of the European ladybug (Adalia septempunctata) due to many different factors ranging from not leaving enough food for the European ladybugs to straight up having cannibalistic tendencies and eating the eggs and larvae of other ladybugs and insects.

Anywho, putting aside all that, I'd like to let you all know that I am currently experimenting with the formatting of my fics. I've had a distinct pattern or style of format, but after talking to a few friends (special thanks to @reshi-galaxy and @moldy-cheeto), I've decided to make some changes with the formatting. I'd like to add that right now, it's a bit of a experimental phase, and I'm trying to figure out what formatting I like the best, and I hope you all like it too!

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous ladybug oneshots #miraculous ladybug imagines #mlb oneshots #mlb imagines #miraculous ladybug fluff #mlb fluff #fluff #crack #friendship #wereladybug #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #alya cesaire #vera deville #the marchioness #i may or may not have just straight up copied spiderman #im sorry i had no idea what i was doing

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