#miraculous square dance 2023

[kasienda]

Just An Ordinary Girl

A love square remix of A Friend Like That by @trainsinanime. Written for the @mlsquaredance. This fic was so much fun write. Do please read the original first. It makes this one more fun! Read on Ao3 ...

“We need to stay together!” Viperion called out. “Splitting up does not end well.” 

The sheer exhaustion in Viperion’s tone didn’t bode well either. Carapace didn’t want to know how many loops Viperion had gone through this go around especially considering it was his third time loop this battle.

Even from Carapace’s less than fifteen minutes of experience, this battle was awful. 

The akuma was like Miraculer - he could steal their powers. But he was worse because it could split into four clones of himself. 

“Okay then!” Chat Noir called. “Ryuko, Rena, and Carapace, protect our backs. Tigress and I will guard the gap! Viperion stays in the middle.” 

Carapace missed Ladybug. There was nothing wrong with Chat’s orders. Carapace didn’t disagree with any of his calls. This akuma just sucked. And Ladybug just had this insane creative genius for hare-brained schemes that seemed to be able to cut through anything. 

The akuma struck. Carapace narrowly yanked Rena Rouge aside and they both fell to the ground hard. His elbow took the majority of the impact, which hurt like a bitch, but he was glad it was him who took the brunt of it instead of her. And it worked. 

Except one of the other clones clipped him. 

A mud brown impenetrable dome manifested around all six of them immediately.

Purple Tigress punched it with her power. Nothing.

Cataclysm dissolved it, but it was immediately replaced with another. 

“Crap!”

That was one word for it. Carapace might have had a far less kid-friendly one ringing through his head. The six of them were getting their butts handed to them by this akuma.

Carapace took personal offense to the barrier that stood as a mockery of his own power. 

“Viperion?” Chat called. 

The snake hero shook his head. “We’re on loop number 1703. This is the best possible outcome. Trust me.”

Chat Noir winced. 

Carapace really missed Ladybug.

“I think we have to call Ladybug,” Rena Rouge said, turning toward Chat Noir. 

“No! We can’t!” Chat objected. 

Rena raised an eyebrow. “We can’t let the akuma win. We’re trapped.”

“She only asked for one weekend off! She deserves to have one weekend off! We can handle it.”

“I hate to break it to you, but we’re not handling it,” Ryuko added dryly. 

“We will not be calling Ladybug,” Chat declared firmly.

The other five of them exchanged a look. 

“We can get help from someone else!” Chat insisted.

“Like who?” Rena Rouge demanded. “You’d need someone who is willing to pull off crazy stunts, who is a tactical creative genius against so many, and someone who is not intimidated by akumas.”

“Marinette!” Chat exclaimed, his face lit up in excitement.

“How do you know Marinette?” Ryuko asked, her eyebrows furrowed together. 

“You think Marinette can do what six fully equipped superheroes couldn’t?!” Carapace asked. 

Rena’s eyes narrowed. “Why Marinette?”

“Are you kidding? Marinette could kick any one of our asses,” Chat said. “Marinette is the only person I know who has gone up against an akuma as a civilian.”

Seriously?! Did the cat have selective memory? But it wasn’t like Carapace could remind everyone that Nino had gone up against Anansi as a civilian.

Of course, he had lost, but that wasn’t the point. 

“You’re crazy,” he said instead, crossing his arms.

“I’m in.” Rena said. 

“What?!” Carapace turned to her in shock, feeling more than a bit betrayed. 

Viperion and Ryuko nodded in agreement as well.

Was everyone insane? He turned to Rena. “You’re going along with this? You’d throw Marinette—“ her best friend went unsaid, but Rena understood what he was saying. “—out there unsupported against an akuma?”

His girlfriend shrugged. She shrugged . “If Ladybug’s not an option. Marinette is the next best thing.”

Carapace stared at her incredulously.

Chat clapped his hands together, clearly pleased with this so-called solution. “I’ll call her!” 

“You have her number?” Carapace asked. What the actual fuck?

But obviously he did because he had the cat phone to his ear and it was audibly ringing. “Hey princess!” Chat greeted enthusiastically, turning away from the group like it was a private conversation. 

“Princess?” Carapace echoed. What kind of relationship did Chat Noir and Marinette have? 

“No.” Marinette’s firm voice echoed throughout the dome.

“I haven’t even asked for anything yet.” 

“The answer is still no! I only have twelve hours before this project is due. I cannot take a break.”

“But Paris needs you.”

“The answer is no. Call someone else! Call Ladybug!”

“No! Marinette! I can’t! Last week was terrible for her. I promised I could handle one weekend. She deserves and needs the time off. Plus, we don’t need her. I know you can do this. You can do anything . Remember Kwamibuster?”

Chat Noir spoke to Marinette like he was trying to sweet talk her. Carapace didn’t like it. Chat had always been flirtatious, and Marinette deserved someone loyal and sincere. 

Someone like Adrien.

“What do you expect me to do against an akuma without a miraculous?” Marinette asked. 

“Whatever it is you did against Evilustrator and Hack-san.” 

“I can’t do this. Not today.” 

Chat only grinned at her refusal. “You always say that, and then you do it anyway.” 

“What do I get out of this?”

“Your friends and family safe and sound, free to feel their own feelings and pursue their own dreams.”

Marinette groaned. “Chaaaat!” she whined. “You’re gonna owe me so much for this.”

“See you soon, Princess!” Chat sing-songed, and turned his attention back to the group. “She’s on her way.” 

As if that solved all their problems. 

“Shouldn’t we… I don’t know… come up with a back up plan?” Carapace asked. 

Purple Tigress looked at the other four expectantly, as if agreeing with him, but the others just exchanged glances and shrugged. They honestly thought Marinette was the solution. 

Carapace really hoped they were right. Marinette was amazing, but did that mean she could get through an akuma that Viperion had just spent who knew how many weeks fighting unsuccessfully across three time loops?

“You don’t need to worry so much,” Chat Noir assured, and it was galling that Chat Noir could read him so well. 

“How can you be so confident? Aren’t you worried about her at all?”

“Marinette would kick my ass into next Sunday if I worried about her. She can take care of herself, and she knows what she can handle and what she can’t. I’ve learned over and over again not to underestimate her. Kwamibuster was an akuma where Ladybug and I both lost our Kwamis, and therefore our transformations. Marinette pulled off a stunt the old Guardian thought was impossible with all the remaining miraculouses using the mouse to protect her own psyche. She was brilliant.”

“But she doesn’t have an entire box right now.”

“She doesn’t need an entire box. She defeated Hack-San without any powers at all. Her super power is in how she thinks!” 

Carapace held his hands up. “I know firsthand that she’s brilliant. I’m just scared for her too. That akuma handed our asses to us.” 

“She’s doing fine,” Rena commented, projecting a video from her flute into the air for all of them to see. 

Chat Noir flipped around the projected image, so he wouldn’t be seeing the mirror image like Nino from the back. 

“Some girl just took out an akuma with a trash can and a fire hydrant,” Chat read aloud. “She ran off before anyone could thank her.” 

In the video, Marinette hid in the trash can and when the akuma was overhead, she leapt out of her hiding place and tackled the clone onto the ground where the fire hydrant went off in its face. Marinette used the distraction to snatch the clone’s sash, and the thing dissolved underneath her. Then she was running away before the other three could grab her, her pigtails bobbing behind her. 

Chat’s expression was completely besotted. “The way she lured him in like that?! She’s just amazing!” Then he turned toward Carapace triumphantly like a proud boyfriend. “See! She just has this way of cutting to the right idea at the right time! I could watch her working on a problem or project for hours!”

Did Chat Noir realize how he sounded?

And it wasn’t fair because Nino was certain that Adrien was finally starting to realize that he was crushing hard on Marinette. 

What if Chat Noir got there first? 

“You think she’ll clear this up before sunset?” Purple Tigress asked.

“Why? Got somewhere else more important to be?” Viperion asked. 

“Well, not more important . But something I’d like to do, yes.” 

“A hot date?” Viperion teased. 

“What’s it to you?” Purple Tigress growled back. 

Viperion held his hands up in surrender. “Just teasing! You deserve to get to go on your date. Hopefully Marinette pulls through. She usually does.”

“I never said it was a date,” Tigress muttered. But clearly it was. 

“I have another Marinette update,” Rena announced, playing another video from the Ladyblog’s fan submission page. 

“This girl is insane!” the narrator exclaimed, his camera flashing toward two bungie cables dangling from the overhead railing with two suitcases attached on either end. “She set up a pulley system with two guys’ luggage and a plastic bag to set a trap for a friggin’ akuma and she won!” The video angled back to his face. “Where the hell are Ladybug and Chat Noir?” 

“Wow! That’s super cool!” Tigress said, watching the video with wide eyes.

“That’s Marinette for you. She never sits out a fight when she can do something,” Chat said. 

“You really like her, don’t you?” Ryuko asked, smiling fondly.

“Oh yeah, she’s absolutely amazing! Have you ever seen her designs?” His face was as bright as the moon as he spoke. 

Carapace shook his head. Chat Noir didn’t just know about Marinette’s designs. He had seen them! Nino wondered again how much time Chat Noir spent with Marinette on the regular? Even Nino had only ever caught glimpses of her work and he was in almost all of Marinette’s classes. 

“You know, even if Marinette manages to take out all four clones, how is she gonna break through this barrier?”

“She’ll figure it out,” Chat insisted. “She always does. I wish we had something in here to give her to show our appreciation.” 

Rena smiled at him. “I’m sure she’ll know we appreciate her.” 

“I just feel so bad for interrupting her project right before a deadline. I’ll have to make it up to her.” 

Yeah, Chat Noir had it bad, which wasn’t good. Nino didn’t want him swooping in right before Adrien was finally seeing her. 

“Ah! We have an update on the akuma,” Rena announced, projecting the post into the air again. 

“My little girl almost got hit by an akuma! Luckily, this girl knocked it out of the park before it touched her at all. And then she stayed and danced until my girl was laughing again! What an absolute angel!” 

“Wow!” Purple Tigress said. “Marinette’s usually so clumsy.”

But Chat was shaking his head. “Not during emergencies or akumas. Then she’s graceful. And yeah, she trips and stumbles constantly–” he was smiling fondly as he said this. “-- which can be really adorable, but she’s really good at catching herself! She kind of has this unique way of pinwheeling her arms to regain her balance. And her gestures are so creative and expressive… Honestly, I could spend hours just watching her.” 

That description was remarkably specific. “Aren’t you supposed to be in love with Ladybug?” Carapace asked. 

Chat turned to him, his eyebrows furrowed in total bafflement. “I am in love with Ladybug.” 

Carapace crossed his arms. “Are you sure? Seems like you have a thing for Marinette.”

“Oh, he definitely has a thing for Marinette,” Rena interjected, studying the feed on her flute before flashing him a smirk. “But then who doesn’t?”

“Right?!” Viperion chimed in. 

Even Ryuko was nodding. “I admit I hold more than a passing affection for Marinette as well.” 

Carapace hated that he couldn’t even argue. He had harbored a crush on Marinette for months . But he buried his hooded face in his hands anyway. This was ridiculous. 

“I don’t have a thing for Marinette!” Chat objected. 

“God! You’re worse than my best bro!” 

“What does that mean?” 

“You’re totally oblivious.” 

And Nino hoped it stayed that way at least until Adrien had a chance to say something. 

“No, you don’t understand. I can’t have a thing for Marinette! She’s in love with someone else. You should have heard her confession!”

“She confessed?!” 

“She practiced it anyway. It was silly at first, but then just so sincere. I wish someone would confess to me like that.”

Chat’s shoulders were slumped, and his gaze downcast. Carapace stared at a dejected Chat in disbelief. Did Chat Noir really not get that he had feelings for Marinette? 

Chat looked up straight at Carapace. “Do you think anyone will ever love me like that?” 

Nino froze. Chat Noir, one of the two primary heroes of Paris who pranced around in a catsuit and flirted with every other person he encountered, was looking to him for reassurance?! 

Today was just absolutely wild.

“I’m sure there’s someone out there for you, dude,” Carapace reassured.

There was a loud bang, and they all tensed, flipped around facing the barrier read to fight. 

But the dome just faded away. Marinette stood on the other side, holding out a clear glass bottle with an akuma fluttering angrily inside. 

Chat Noir plucked the bottle from her hold, smiling at her like she hung the moon. He released the akuma just far enough to cataclysm it. 

“See! I knew you could do it.” His eyes were so soft, he could give Adrien a run for his money. 

Marinette scowled at him, crossing her arms. “You know who else could have done it? Ladybug!! She has actual powers! Do you know how hard it was to go after an akuma without enhanced agility?” 

Chat took her hand. “May I offer the princess a kiss in gratitude?” 

“I think I’m the knight in this scenario,” she replies petulantly, but she didn’t pull away.

He pressed a lingering kiss onto her hand. 

Marinette didn’t even blush. “You owe me bigtime!” 

Chat nods. “Thank you for bailing me–” he gestured to all six of the present heroes, “–I mean, bailing all of us out.” 

“Why’d you ask me? I’m just an ordinary girl.” 

He shook his head. “There’s nothing ordinary about you, Marinette.” He said her name with absolute reverence. 

Nino shook his head in exasperation. There was no way in hell Chat Noir wasn’t in love with Marinette. Nino would have to warn Adrien to get his game on. He had competition, even if he didn’t know it. 

The other heroes surrounded her and offered thanks and congratulations. “Marinette! You are amazing!” Carapace told her. “Like you pulled off an impossible feat!” And then he bent down and whispered. “And I think if you’re not careful you’re going to break a certain black cat’s heart.” 

Marinette’s brows furrowed. “What are you talking about? Chat’s way too obsessed with Ladybug to ever really see me.”

#miraculous square dance 2023 #marichat #miraculous ladybug fan fiction #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #adrien is oblivious #marinette is awesome #nino is just done #heroes are trapped #marinette to the rescue #ladybug just wanted a weekend off #my own content

[thelibraryloser]

a taste of cherry

by thelibraryloser

“Everything needs to be perfect for tomorrow, Chat! I can’t just show up to the Gabriel charity ball wearing the wrong lip balm! What will happen to our children, and the hamster…”

“I’m not following.” As far as he knew, there were no children invited to his father’s gala. And there certainly wouldn’t be any hamsters. “You… you have kids?”

She groaned. “I just found out that I’ll be sitting next to Adrien Agreste at the ball. You’ve met him, right?”

“He’s fine, I guess.”

His partner turned to him with an incredulous stare. “Fine? He’s only the most beautiful human being on the planet!”

“After you,” he corrected automatically. Then her words hit him over the head with the force of a giant cartoon hammer. “Wait, what?”

“What flavor of lip gloss do you think he will like best?” She waved the tubes in front of Chat’s gobsmacked face like smelling salts in front of a hysterical fainting maiden, though it did little to clear his mind.

“Do you… do you think you’re going to find yourself in a situation where…” Chat tugged at his collar, causing his bell to jingle merrily. “You think Adrien Agreste is going to be in a position to know how your lip gloss tastes?” He could feel his voice shooting up at the end, but Ladybug seemed too distressed to notice.

“He’ll be able to see it, won’t he? And maybe smell it! And suppose I happen to choose his favorite flavor. Then he might… or suppose I chose his least favorite flavor, and he has to sit there with a clothespin on his nose all night so he can’t smell it! Or what if he’s allergic to apples, and I choose apple and I kiss him and he dies!?”

“He’s not allergic to apples,” Chat replied faintly.

“I know he’s not allergic to apples. That’s just one example of what could go wrong if I don’t plan for every eventuality. What do you think of this one?” She uncapped a tube and thrust it in his face. “Pretend you’re Adrien Agreste and I’m wearing it. What would you think?”

read it on ao3

this fic is a remix of cherry lip balm by @rosekasa as a part of the @mlsquaredance

#miraculous square dance 2023 #ladynoir #ml fics

[ladyofthenoodle]

you will never sleep alone (i'll love you)

written for the @mlsquaredance remix event! i was lucky enough to get to choose from my dear friend @chocoluckchipz's work to remix. go check out her story (and her other works, including her own remix) on ao3!

Marinette had saved up for months to be able to afford this vacation. Not only that, but she’d spent months trying to convince herself that it was okay to even take a vacation, that Monarch was really and truly gone. Even though it’d been years since anyone had seen him, she’d never truly felt comfortable leaving Paris without a guardian for an extended length of time.

Which was why Tikki was at home with Alya, so that Marinette could actually relax and enjoy the plush amenities the hotel had to offer, such as a bed that looked like it cost five times her monthly salary.

Or, she would be able to enjoy it, if she wasn’t standing in the middle of the villa she’d booked over a month ago, fighting for the bed with freaking Chat Noir, of all people.

Any other time, she would have been ecstatic to see him—to confirm in the flesh that he was still here, still real, still breathing. She’d waited nights and nights and nights for him to finally come and meet her; wasted hours dreaming of running to wrap her arms around him and never letting him disappear again.

But those dreams were Ladybug’s, not Marinette’s. Chat Noir was supposed to meet her on their rooftop or on top of the Eiffel Tower or really anywhere along her patrol route, but he was supposed to return to Ladybug.

He wasn’t supposed to be in Marinette’s hotel room of all places, insisting it was his.

#miraculous square dance 2023 #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #lovesquare #marichat #noodles writes

[sariahsue]

The Weather Outside Is Frightful (But You Are So Delightful)

Uh oh! A snowstorm has Ladybug and Adrien snowed in at the hotel. And there's only one bed! 4,900 words, rated G

Ladybug stood behind a line of picked over snack tables, not realizing she was so lost in admiration of Adrien that she’d been slowly lowering her hand, until the napkin she was holding was nearly submerged in a punch bowl. With a yelp, she pulled it out, flecks of red staining the white tablecloth (Why couldn’t it have been a red tablecloth? That was a Christmas color!) and threw the ruined napkin under the table, before looking around and hoping she wouldn’t find anyone watching her. 

Everyone seemed like they were having a good time, not paying her any attention. The party was almost over, and they’d all gotten used to her presence, thank goodness. It had been difficult playing the perfect superhero up close like this, under everyone’s scrutiny. Fortunately, there’d been enough splendor and good company to draw their attention. 

Mayor Bourgeois’ annual Christmas party at Le Grand Paris was always a sight to behold. The food tables had been piled high with treats from the city’s best restaurants and bakeries. Every surface had been covered with glittering decorations. The guests were all classy and well dressed. 

Especially one of them, Adrien. His hair shone in the soft twinkling lights of the Christmas tree next to him. His smile was warm and genuine. And when he laughed, Ladybug heard the music of it carry across the room, just for her.

She savored what she knew were the last moments. In a few minutes, the mayor would come in and thank everyone for coming, and announce that limos were arriving and rooms were ready for the guests spending the night. 

Just on cue, a set of polished double doors swung inward. The crowd turned as one, smiles floating and wine glasses sloshing. Mayor Bourgeois tiptoed in, his pale blue tuxedo making his ashen expression all the more grim, and Ladybug’s heart clenched. Years of fights had made her hypersensitive to signs of impending doom.

“Thank you all for coming,” he called over the crowd. “It has been a joyous evening, filled with cheer!”

There were a few scattered claps as he dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief. Several more people murmured in concern. 

“A few cars have arrived, however–” He wiped his upper lip. “The storm has arrived sooner than expected. Not to worry! Not to worry!” he said before anyone could panic. No one did. Even Ladybug was relaxing. Just some snow. 

“We have plenty of rooms available for those who will be unexpectedly spending the night. Please check in at the front desk if you have any questions.” His dire pronouncement over, the mayor retreated back through the doors, leaving them open for guests to follow through. The howling of the wind, which she hadn’t given any thought to before, shrieked to draw attention to itself. Or tried to. Ladybug still wasn’t paying it any attention. How could she when Adrien was looking so cute? He was adorable when he was concerned.

Partygoers started to trickle through the open door, and as the crowd thinned, she decided it was time to make a move: she would watch him as he waited for his driver. 

In the hallway, guests shuffled through the front door out into the storm. Adrien waited patiently, not tapping his toes or drumming his fingers. He was perfectly poised and immaculately dressed.

Ladybug stood by the wall behind him, waiting for the perfect combination of catching Adrien alone and her own rising courage to converge together. But when the time came, the mayor beat her to him. She stalled between them and the safety of the sidelines, close enough to hear their conversation. 

“I’m sorry, Monsieur Agreste. I’ve just heard from your father, and your car is stuck.”

“Is the driver all right?”

Ladybug smiled. It was just like Adrien to think of others’ safety before his own convenience.

“Of course, my boy. Merely delayed.”

“Until?”

The mayor cleared his throat. “Until tomorrow. But don’t worry, don’t worry,” he added quickly. “There’s plenty of room for everyone. Come to the front desk and they will fix you up.” And away he scurried to find the next guest.

Which was her. 

“Ladybug, thank you so much for coming! It’s a shame my Chloe wasn’t here. You know how much she loves her favorite hero!”

“Yes, I do!” she said with a smile that was even faker than it was wide. 

“I insist you stay here for the night! I can’t have our city’s favorite hero subjected to the horrible elements.”

“Thank you, but Chat-”

The wind’s howl rattled the front door, and the mayor wrapped an arm around her shoulders and shuffled her to the front desk. Adrien trailed behind.

Ladybug watched him out of the corner of her eye. He seemed reluctant to get too close, but they were the last two people in line, and she was thankful for the social norms that dictated he come a little closer. By the time Ladybug’s turn came, he was standing only a few feet away.

The receptionist was decorated as elaborately as the hall had been. The Christmas tree perched on her head had lights that twinkled. The bells on her ugly sweater jingled as she typed at the computer. “You are lucky, Ladybug,” she said. “You can have our last room!” 

“Oh.” Ladybug stepped to the side, directing the woman’s attention to Adrien behind her. “Please, I don’t need it. Adrien can have the room. I’ve faced worse storms than this fighting akumas.” 

The weather begged to differ. Snow pelted the windows so hard she swore she could hear them rattle. 

“I can sleep in the lobby,” said a soft voice behind her.

She and the mayor turned to gape at Adrien. 

“I mean,” he started. Ladybug flushed as he stared directly at her. “You deserve the room, after everything you’ve done. Paris needs you safe. I can sleep on a couch down here. I don’t mind.” And he smiled as he said it all. 

Ladybug wanted her mouth to move and for words to come out, but she didn’t bother trying. The sentences were soup in her brain. Speaking wouldn’t help anything. Fortunately, the mayor came to her rescue. 

“We can’t have guests sleeping in the lobby. Check the computer again. There must be something available. An unused adjoining room? A last-minute cancellation?” 

The receptionist looked back at him impassively. “I checked three times. Everything is booked.” 

“Really,” Adrien offered. “I–”

“No,” Ladybug squeaked. “I can’t– I can go. Now. The room can have Adrien! I mean, Adrien can have Adrien. And the room. They can have each other! Because I’m sure they’re both perfect.”

Ladybug burst through the front doors with a face hot enough to melt all the snow that hit it. 

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Within minutes, the storm had covered her in a thin slush, and the wind kept trying to blow her back toward the hotel. She threw her yoyo anyway, up and over the street, and back into the brick wall of the building. A few more throws gave her the same results, until she faceplanted and slid down the smooth surface of glass. 

A flurry of movement fluttered on the other side. Sliding glass doors, she realized. With the curtains pulled back to watch the snow.

Before she could peel herself away from the glass, the door opened, and Adrien was extending his hand. If only the storm had swallowed her up. She wasn’t sure if she could live with the shame of having to be rescued from a snowstorm. But she let herself be led inside, unable to refuse Adrien’s shy smile.

---

“I can still sleep on the couch downstairs,” he said.

Ladybug was toweling her hair dry. Her hands slowed but only for a minute as she considered what the offer meant. How much she must matter to him.

“You can’t,” she said, her face still hidden by the towel. Which was by design. Her face was warming up again, and it wasn’t because of the suite's electric fireplace.

“I’m sure the mayor-”

“Would say no. And I don’t want to make a fuss. Thank you for offering, but once the wind dies down, I’ll be on my way.”

Even with the curtains drawn, she knew the storm was still raging outside.

“You can’t,” he repeated. “It’s not safe.”

Ladybug peeked out at him from under the towel. Adrien’s eyes were wide at his own outburst. “I’ll be missed at home.” It wasn’t true. She was having a sleepover at Alya’s, but her friend would miss her. It was close enough.

“Why don’t you call to let them know? You can use the bathroom.” 

“Yes, thank you. I’ll do that.”

Adrien was the perfect gentleman, as always, leading her to the bathroom and pushing the door open for her. The bathroom was as large as her entire bedroom, with tiled and chrome everything. When she detransformed, warmth rose through her socks. The floor was even heated. Through the door, she could hear Adrien on the phone, talking to the woman on the desk probably, asking where he could stay for the night. 

Alya was going to fix that problem for them. She picked up before the first ring ended.

“Girl, what is taking you so long? Did you get stuck out in the storm?” 

“Hi to you, too. And yes, kind of. Stuck in the hotel. Adrien’s insisting I stay the night in his room because there’s nowhere else free. I’m going to tell him that my mom definitely needs me at home, though.”

Silence.

Marinette glanced at the door, then whispered. “Alya?”

“I’m locking you out. You’re no longer invited over tonight.”

“Funny.”

“A chance to have a sleepover with Adrien? You’re taking it.”

“I can’t stay here!”

“You don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“You wouldn’t really lock me out.”

The line clicked. Marinette pulled the phone away from her face. Call ended. Alya wouldn’t really lock the doors. If she went over there and knocked on the window… but what if she had told her parents that Marinette was stuck at home, and then how would she explain her appearance the next morning? She huffed in annoyance.

Tikki, who had been admiring all the sweet-smelling soaps, looked over. “Are you staying the night?”

“I shouldn’t, but…” 

“It will be fun. Don’t worry.”

Marinette threw her face in her hands. If Tikki, Alya, Adrien, and the weather were all conspiring against her, what could she do? But she couldn’t just… stay. He would have nowhere to sleep. And she’d only talked to him a few minutes but had slipped and tripped over her words like they were covered in banana peels. Or something. Ugh. She ground the heels of her hands against her forehead. Even her thoughts made no sense when he was this close. 

A soft knock, followed by Adrien quietly calling her name, didn’t prepare her for him tripping and crashing into the door. It whipped open and crashed into the wall with a crack. Marinette, still not transformed, held in a shriek. Adrien tumbled forward, covering his eyes instead of catching himself. He landed on the floor in a heap. 

“I didn’t see anything!” 

“Are you hurt?”

“No.” With his eyes firmly closed, he pushed himself to his knees and rubbed at his elbows. 

Marinette’s grabbed under his arms. “Let me help you.”

“I can do it. Please, you don’t need to-”

 It wasn’t as easy as it would’ve been if she were suited up, but Marinette got Adrien to his feet and guided him toward the door.

“I am so sorry,” he moaned.

“It’s fine,” she said. He hadn’t seen anything. It was fine. But her heart still raced. 

“I am already messing everything up. They won’t let me sleep downstairs, and now I almost- I promise I won’t mess up like that again. I am so-”

“Adrien.” 

He looked absolutely agonized. She thought she had been the only one who was nervous, but was it possible that he was too? 

“Have you ever had a sleepover before?” she asked. She knew he hadn’t.

He shook his head.

“I’ll be right back. I have an idea.”

The door closed with a quiet click. She could push aside her fears to make Adrien feel better. Especially if it was just for one night. Plus, she thought as she transformed, the forced proximity might help her get used to him. And then she could prove to herself that they would be a good couple someday.

---

“So, what’s the plan?” Adrien asked. The bed covers were tightly pulled in and the pillows were fluffed to perfection. He sat on the corner of the mattress, stick straight, like he was too uncomfortable on it to make himself at home.

“The plan is to have fun. That’s how sleepovers work.”

“Oh.” He looked around the room, expecting something fun to materialize now that she’d said the word. “What do we do?”

“Haven’t you ever had fun before?”

He spluttered a response. “Of course, but there’s nothing here!” 

“Truth or dare!” 

Someone out in the hallway laughed while Adrien’s face went white. “Isn’t that game a little dangerous?”

“It’s not that bad,” she said, sitting down on the couch, which was too hard to be comfortable. “I’ll go first. Truth.” 

“Okay,” he said slowly, giving himself more time to think of a suitable question. “What do you think of Chat Noir?”

“Come on. That’s an easy one. He’s great. He’s my trusted partner. I would–” 

“No, I mean…” A shy, almost sly look crossed his face. “What do you feel about him?” 

Ladybug felt her face heat up. 

“I’m so sorry,” Adrien said. “I overstepped.” 

She was not going to fan her face, even though she wanted to. “No, you get the idea of the game. Good job.” 

“I’m bad at sleepovers. Strike two.” 

There wasn’t any way to salvage the game. Maybe it would just be easier to suggest something else entirely. “Hide and seek?”

---

Adrien stood in the middle of the room, eyes closed and listening for her. When they’d realized there weren’t any good hiding places in the suite, they’d decided on a slightly altered version of the game. Ladybug was standing out in the open, perfectly, and not making a sound. Adrien had stopped moving around the room, hoping to bump into her, and was trying to be more strategic. It wasn’t working. 

Ladybug liked this version of the game. It still required effort to find each other. Plus, it gave her a reason to look at him, and she could spend her time admiring him without fear of being caught. 

Giving up on listening for her, Adrien started moving again, only to immediately bump into the bed. 

“Sorry,” he said, trying to smooth out the covers and only making them more wrinkled.

Ladybug tried to cover a giggle. Adrien pointed right at her.

“Yup, you found me. My turn!”

Adrien blinked as he focused on her, posing in the middle of the room. “Were you there the whole time?”

“The whole time! Definitely didn’t move around when you got close.” 

“Cheater.”

This is a good idea, Ladybug thought to herself as she closed her eyes. Her anxiety levels had been easier to manage since telling herself she was helping him, but not looking at him would probably help even more. 

She listened, waiting to hear his feet against the carpet or a soft breath. After a few seconds, she took a tentative step forward. Her knee knocked against the side table. There was no echo of laughter to give him away. 

Which was good. It meant he wasn’t laughing at her. Right? But what if he was rolling his eyes? She wouldn’t have any way of knowing. What if he thought she was clumsy? Who would want to hang out with a clumsy superhero? 

She took a few steps backward, turned, and started in a new direction, only to immediately hit the bed. When did that get there?

Still no sound from Adrien. If she was lucky, he would think that she was doing it on purpose to make him give himself away. And she was luck personified, so it should be fine.

A few more minutes of blindly stumbling through the room yielded no Adrien. Had she been taking too long? It felt like she’d been searching for ten minutes already, and there’d been no trace of him. What if he’d… left? 

Would he leave her here? To foolishly flail around the room until she admitted defeat? 

Suddenly, his adamant desire to sleep in the lobby made sense. He wasn’t being a gentleman. He just wanted to get away from her.

A crash right behind her made her jump backward and fall into him, knocking them both to the ground. 

Ladybug scrambled up, but Adrien stayed on the ground, hands over his face, the lamp he’d knocked off the table in three pieces next to him. “Third strike,” he said. One hand left his face to pull out his phone. 

“Hey,” she said, wrapping her hand around his before he could dial. Adrien stilled.

They were making each other anxious. What would Chat Noir do in a situation like this? Well, they wouldn’t have been in a situation like this to begin with, that was for certain. He would set everyone at ease with a bad joke and a carefree laugh. 

“Adrien.” She waited until he was looking at her. “They won’t let you sleep in the lobby.” Still holding his hand over his phone, she pulled him up. “Guess you’ll have to sleep in the hall.” Then pointed to the sliding glass door. “Or maybe out on the balcony.” 

It was an effort to keep her face straight, even as his eyes went wide and he pulled away, slipping his hand out from under hers. His gaze darted down to his phone, and once he was distracted, she lunged for a pillow, smacking it into his face.

Adrien was already unsteady on his feet, and the pillow sent him two steps backward. The force of the hit sent his hair flying up every which way, and Ladybug had to laugh. “It looks like you’re wearing cat ears.”

His hands jerked up to fix it, but Ladybug stopped him with a hasty “Don’t move!” and a flick of the wrist to bring out her yoyo. Before he’d lowered his hands, she’d taken a picture and was showing it to him. He couldn’t help but laugh too. She hit him with the pillow again, pushing him back until he sat on the couch. 

Chat Noir would also give her a pep talk, telling her how great she was and how much he believed in her. So she crouched down, placing a hand on his knee and looking up into his face. “You are not messing up the sleepover. And you don’t need to do anything except be yourself and be here, and you are great at doing both of those things.”

There were five decorative pillows on the couch, each with a beaded picture of a Christmas item. Adrien grabbed the star one and held it to his stomach, looking down. Maybe he’d needed to hear this more than she’d realized. She craned her neck until she was in his line of sight again. 

“I don’t mind if you mess up. I mess up all the time! Didn’t you hear me stumbling over my words all night? I think this is the longest I’ve ever talked to you without getting tongue tied. I’m a total disaster! Ask Chat. He’ll tell you.” She sat back a little, letting him have his space while he took in her words. “So I won’t hold it against you if–” 

The pillow lashed out, hitting her square in the face and knocking her backward onto the ground.

And the pillow fight was on.

---

“Oops. I dropped the lipstick,” Ladybug said.

Adrien didn’t flinch and didn’t open his eyes, just raised a shoulder slowly. Always the perfect model. Even if she was the only one who would see her makeup job. “Did it get on the blankets?” he asked.

She flicked it aside to check. “Yes.”

“It’s fine. I’ll pay the staff to dry clean it.”

“Or you can tell them I did it and they probably won’t charge you.” 

“I will gladly take this hit for you.” 

“Your father’s wallet is taking the hit.” She picked up the lipstick and twisted the cap back on, then grabbed an eyebrow pencil. “Do blankets need to be dry cleaned? How much would that even cost?”

“I don’t know how much anything costs,” he said.

He sneezed, knocking Ladybug’s hand so she gave him a unibrow. Oh well. It matched everything else she was doing to him.

It was the feathers’ fault. They were really to blame for everything that had gone wrong tonight, not her or Adrien. Messed up makeup. A pillow fight ended early. Flecks of white still dotting the carpet. One of the pillows had started leaking after a few minutes of abuse. They’d picked up as much as they could, shoving the evidence back into the ripped corner. 

“I think I’m done,” she announced, grabbing his chin, “and I think it’s better than what you did to my poor face.”

Adrien quirked a lip that was generously coated in lipstick. (Which had been generously donated by Chloe, after Adrien had told Ladybug where his childhood friend kept the extras stashed and convinced her that Chloe wouldn’t ever miss them.)

“I told you I didn’t know what I was doing,” he said. “So really, it was your own fault.”

“All those years of modeling and makeup. I would have expected you to be an expert.”

“An expert at sitting still and doing nothing.”

“You were a marvelous subject,” she said, “and I have created a work of art.” She tugged on his arm until he stood and let himself be dragged into the bathroom, where he could admire himself in the large mirrors.

A pale white face, heavily blushed cheeks, and the cherry on top was a bright red nose. She only wished Chloe owned a rainbow wig she could have borrowed, too.

“You have tried to make me ugly,” he said, “but you have failed.”

“I did,” she admitted. “And you’re right. You are a beautiful clown.”

“My highest aspiration in life. How did you know?”

---

Adrien rudely interrupted her five-star impression of a chicken by grabbing her face and wiping the blush off one cheek. 

“If you didn’t want to hear it,” she complained, “you should have picked something else.”

Even though the only bit of makeup still on his face was the gigantic red lips, that couldn’t detract from his beautiful smile. “Truth,” he said.

Ladybug tapped her chin. “If you were a superhero…”

Adrien went very still.

“What superpower would you want to have?”

He leaned back on the pillows propped against the headboard. “I thought you were supposed to ask super embarrassing, invasive things in this game.”

Ladybug sat cross-legged in front of him on top of the wrinkled, lipstick-stained covers. “I mean, if you don’t appreciate the mercy I’m show you, then–”

“Would it be terrible to say I wish I could make it snow forever?”

If the heat filling her chest could cancel out the storm, it would have been over within seconds. “Probably, but I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

They’d only inhabited the room for a few hours, they didn’t have any of their belongings, and already it looked like they’d moved in. Pictures were askew, the leftover dishes from their shared dinner were scattered across the couch and floor, extra pillows dotted the carpet (because how could they have gotten to the bathroom when the floor was lava without those pillow life rafts?), the fire in the electric fireplace bathed them with light and warmth, and snow drifted against the glass door, muffling the sounds of the storm. It was feeling cozy inside their little oasis, despite the cold a few feet away. 

“Truth,” Ladybug said.

“Based on your earlier response, I’m going to go ahead and say you and Chat Noir are a steady couple.”

She rolled her eyes. How different her reaction had been the last time he’d brought this up. Had it really only been a few hours ago? “I’m not starting any rumors here.” 

“I promise I won’t go to the tabloids with the details of your deep, committed relationship.” 

“Don’t they usually come to you?”

“Are you going to let me ask my question?” he said. “Or are you, noble defender of truth, trying to evade?”

She waved at him to continue. 

He cleared his throat and leaned forward. “In the unfortunate event that you and Chat Noir break up–”

Ladybug snorted. 

“Would you ever consider going out with me?”

That wasn’t the direction she’d been expecting his question to take, and she felt her giddiness rise along with the blood that was flooding her face. Playing it cool was probably the best response. “Maybe.” 

“Maybe?”

“Yes, maybe.”

“Yes? I heard a yes.”

The night was going so well. They were getting so comfortable with each other, all hints of anxiety gone. And he was asking questions like this. Maybe, when they were older and all the miraculous were safely in her possession, they really would live happily ever after. The possibility felt closer than it ever had before.

His yawn interrupted her musing. 

“Oh, we didn’t figure out the sleeping situation. I didn’t realize how late it was,” she said, looking over at the clock. 

“I’m sleeping on our couch, obviously.” 

“You really want that experience.”

“I don’t want to miss out. It sounds glamorous. But I can’t go to sleep yet. We haven’t watched a single movie! And I’ve been building my list all night.” He yawned again and stretched.

“You going to last that long?”

“Of course.” 

He flung the covers back. The inside sheets were still pristine and white, almost too nice to get comfortable in. Almost. Ladybug didn’t hesitate when Adrien instructed her to sit back and relax while he started the first movie and hit the lights. The pigtails were uncomfortable while lying down, and she carefully picked them out. She left the blankets where they were, pooled on the foot of the bed, at first poking her toes underneath them, then sliding down farther, until her ankles and knees were covered, hoping he would get the hint and pull them over her, and lie down next to her, of course. 

He didn’t. 

Of course.

Adrien came back, kneeling with his back to her on the heap of blankets. The movie titles flashed across the screen, adding another layer of flickering light to the fire’s glow. When he found the one he wanted, he leaned back on the pillow next to hers, leaving a respectable amount of space, because Adrien was always the perfect paramount gentleman. 

But after how far they’d come in such a short amount of time, Ladybug was comfortable enough - confident enough - to scoot closer to him and rest her head against his shoulder. He tensed, then relaxed, Ladybug’s head sinking lower as his shoulders returned to their natural slope. 

Neither of them moved for a few minutes, pretending to watch the movie in silence. Ladybug had her eyes closed, listening to the sound of the wind, which didn’t quite drown out the sound of Adrien’s breathing, and trying to memorize exactly what it felt like to be near him like this, the press of his shirt against her face, the warmth of his body. 

Adrien, finally, pulled up the blankets. 

---

Ladybug blinked in the darkness, confused. 

Nothing was moving. She thought there had been some movement, but there was nothing in the room. The fire had died down to a low glow. The movie was paused. The wind whistled, high and shrill outside. She rolled onto her side, and then jumped backward when she nearly rolled over Adrien. And he’d been so sure he would stay awake for his whole list.

Carefully, so she wouldn’t risk waking him up or making him shift away from her, she weaved an arm under the covers and across his stomach. 

Her last thought before drifting off again was how peaceful he looked, how cute he was, even if he did sleep with his mouth open. 

---

When Ladybug woke up again, Adrien was already awake, as firmly wrapped around her as she was around him. 

“Merry Christmas, Ladybug,” he said, smiling at the ceiling.

The sheets and blankets twisted around them, tethering them together. Pillows were pooled on the floor. Feathers spilled onto the ground. Splotches of makeup peppered the carpet around where the compact had fallen. 

She felt his eyes on her, watching her take in the state of the room, before he let go of her and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “We kind of made a mess,” he said.

She grabbed his arm, bringing it back down to its home around her waist. “It’s a beautiful mess.”

He laughed. “I would have disagreed with you yesterday, but you’re right.” He rested his cheek against her hair and sighed happily. “And we can clean it up together.”

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Author's note: This story is a remix of @thelibraryloser's fic "Since We've No Place to Go (Let it Snow)." Thank you for your wonderful fic! And thank you to @mlsquaredance for hosting this fun event.

#miraculous square dance 2023 #ladrien #miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous

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Hello hello! I had the pleasure of remixing things we never said by @jennagrinsoverml for the @mlsquaredance event!! The original is such delicious PRPR and if you haven't already, you should all check it out immediately!!

You can read the remix on Ao3 or under the cut. It's Ladynoir flavoured oh-shit-we-lost-our-single-shared-brain-cell-what-do-we-do-now?!

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All About You

Summary:

Chat Noir was enjoying a perfectly pleasant rooftop picnic/movie night/oh-so-platonic date with Ladybug—until she decided to question his feelings out of nowhere. (What does she mean, when he used to be in love with her?!) It turns out they have some things to talk about.

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“Remember when you used to think you were in love with me?”

The question barely registers at first—and it’s not because the movie projecting from Ladybug’s yo-yo onto a nearby chimney is that good. In fact, Chat Noir doesn’t even know the protagonist’s name.

All of his attention is taken up by Ladybug. By the way she sits in his lap and giggles at the film.

(Well, she was giggling. Now he realizes she’s been silent for a suspiciously long time, and he’s a little worried it’s because she noticed him sniffing her hair.

In retrospect, he’s probably had enough wine.)

He carefully sets aside the plastic cup they’ve been sharing—they’ve learned the hard way that thin-stemmed wine glasses and rooftops don’t mix—and forces his mind to properly compile the beautiful sounds that spilled from her mouth.

Somehow they make even less sense once he’s managed to decipher them.

“When I used to what?”

She scoffs. “So you’re going to pretend you didn’t used to profess your love for me three times a week?”

An icy feeling trickles through him—one he can’t quite name, but definitely doesn’t want to contemplate. He wants her to go back to watching the movie. Maybe he’ll even pay attention this time.

But when he glances back at the chimney, the credits are already flickering.

“I never said that,” he mumbles uselessly.

Ladybug gives an indignant Hmph! and starts struggling to escape from his lap. He helps her stand—hands easily steadying her thighs when she wobbles.

(She always forgets that the wine goes right to her head.

But he always remembers. He’s always there to catch her.)

After years of loving Ladybug loudly, Chat has learned the hard way—a few too many times—that he’d only lose her if he kept on like that. He’s learned to love her quietly—to be the one she depends on, to accept whatever she gives.

It’s worth it, so long as he gets to keep her in his life.

But pretend is a rather cruel word to explain the way he’s forced to constantly to shove his feelings aside every time they’re together. The way he has to ignore how his heart speeds up every time their eyes lock or their hands brush or he just remembers she exists.

“You’re not being fair,” he says. “Just because the way I feel is…inconvenient to you doesn’t make it any less real.”

Her back is turned as she kneels down to clean up their snacks—rather forcefully slapping the lid back on the spinach dip she brought—but he can hear her breath hitch. “I know that! Don’t you think I know that?!”

“Well, then—” He breaks off, wondering why he’s yelling. “Good,” he finishes lamely. “I guess we’re on the same page.”

“I guess we are,” she huffs, which only confuses him more.

(Never mind pages. He’s not even sure they’re in the same book.)

Chat climbs to his feet, dragging the blanket they’d been sitting on with him. He whips the quilt angrily in the wind, like maybe while he’s shaking off the crumbs he can also shake off how much this hurts.

It doesn’t help. If anything, the lump in his throat only grows larger as he watches Ladybug shove containers haphazardly into the picnic basket that had been so carefully arranged when she’d shown up. The fabric inside is dotted with pink hearts—which are now getting slammed around nearly as much as his heart—and it’s that tiny detail that reminds him of everything he has to lose.

(It took years to get to know Ladybug half as well as he wants to. No matter how in sync they are in battle or how well they complete each other’s jokes, Chat’s always been all too aware of the things she can’t—no, that she won’t—tell him. Surely in a city of two million, he won’t figure out who she is by learning what she studies in school.

But the hearts that line her picnic basket? Those are a memory of something she has shared with him—after laughing herself silly over his story of a recent wardrobe malfunction.

“You don’t know how to sew on a button?” she’d asked after finally catching her breath. He’d shaken his head, and she’d gone back to laughing some more.

The next time they met for patrol, she taught him how to thread a needle. He learned to stitch buttons onto scraps of fabric, poking his needle through tiny pink hearts.)

Chat takes a deep breath. No matter what she thinks, Ladybug means the world to him—and he’s fairly sure she always will. So he ignores the suffocating anger that bubbles in his chest, and he fights back the tears as he carefully aligns two corners of the blanket.

Two more folds and he’s calm enough to speak. “Ladybug…”

She ignores him, squeezing a bag of chips so hard that the bottom pops open. Its contents spill onto the roof, ready to be crushed like Chat’s spirits.

“Ladybug,” he tries again. “Please. At least tell me what I did wrong.”

That makes her feeze, fingers grazing the edge of the plastic cup he’d set aside before. It tumbles over, wine spilling across the rooftop. Her hand curls angrily around a stack of napkins. “Nothing,” she snaps. “You haven’t done a thing.”

“Well, then—”

“At all! Even after months of all this.” She waves an arm around wildly—at the disaster of wine-soaked chips and the overflowing picnic basket. “I don’t know how more obvious I could have been, and nothing.”

“And you’re…mad at me for that?”

Ladybug responds with a growl—or maybe a screech—of frustration. “No. No, I’m not mad.”

Chat knows better than to point out that her tone belies her words.

He still has no idea what she’s talking about, though he’s starting to get the sense that maybe it has something to do with how frequently they’ve been hanging out these past few months—usually at her suggestion. Perhaps she’s frustrated he hasn’t taken more initiative in helping to organize their hangouts? He’d assumed she enjoyed taking the lead—she always seemed excited to hear his opinion on all of her ideas—but it must be lots of work.

“Do you want me to bring the food next time?” he asks, kneeling down behind her. He contemplates setting a hand on her shoulder, but decides on clutching the blanket to his chest instead. “Is that it?”

Ladybug whirls around, her eyes narrowed in a way that makes him shrink back. But when they lock eyes, her entire face wilts. “You really don’t know, do you?” Her lower lip trembles. “You just don’t think of me that way at all anymore, so…it never occurred to you, what I was trying to do.”

“I guess…not? But I’d really like to understand.” He sends a hesitant smile her way. It doesn’t seem to land.

She sits back on her heels, staring at her fingers as she tugs on them. “God, I’m so stupid.”

Chat feels a twinge in his chest. “Hey, no. Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true!”

“No.” He barely notices when the blanket slips from his arms; he’s already moving to sit beside her. “Never.”

She shakes her head adamantly, hiding her face in her hands. When Chat sneaks an arm around her shoulder and pulls her closer, she resists at first. But he gives another gentle tug and she all but melts into his side. He rubs her back slowly as she lets out a sob.

Her cries tug on his heartstrings, but some part of him can only feel relief—that she doesn’t hate him, and that she’s back in his arms. He leans his cheek atop her head, relishing the way her arms tighten around his waist.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” she sniffles eventually.

He bites his tongue before a reflexive “it’s okay” can slip out. Instead, he keeps on rubbing her back, stomach swooping when she relaxes further against him.

“I wasn’t even mad at you, I was just—I’m so mad at myself. Because it took me too long to realize what I wanted. How I felt. So, of course you’d moved on by then. And—”

Moved on?!

“—it’s really not your fault! You never did anything to lead me on or anything.”

Chat is starting to feel a little led on. There’s no way her words mean what he wants them to.

“I mean, you don’t even call me your lady anymore!”

He…doesn’t? He knows he cut back at some point—he’s never wanted her to feel uncomfortable—but he never intended to stop.

“I’ve been so completely delusional.”

“Ladybu—I mean, my lady, I think there may have been a misunder—”

“And now you’re going to hate me, and I’ll never get you to fall back in love with me, and Shadow Moth will win, and I’ll die alone, and…”

She keeps rambling on, but Chat’s lost the ability to follow. Maybe because his heart skipped a few beats too many.

He notices when she stops talking though—mostly because she pulls away and fixes him with her wide, worried, beautiful eyes.

“Chaton? Please say something.”

His mouth flops open and closed a few times—not unlike a fish—until he finally remembers how to make sounds. “I…can’t fall back in love with you.”

“O-oh.” She turns away, wiping her eyes. “I understand.”

“Hold on. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that—”

“No, no, no. It’s fine, really.”

She tries to stand, and Chat’s heart plummets. How can he have screwed things up again?

But this time, it seems like the universe is on his side.

(She always forgets that the wine goes right to her head.

He’s always there to catch her.)

This time, instead of steadying her, he pulls her back into his lap. Her head falls back against his shoulder with a dejected squeak.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

Heart racing, he trails his hands down her arms. “I’m not.” A giddy smile sneaks onto his face. “You want me to be in love with you.”

She groans. “Look, you don’t have to make fun of me.”

A short laugh slips from his lips. He can’t help it. “That’s the last thing I’d want to do right now.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Seriously! My lady, I…” He takes a deep breath, resisting the urge to run his fingers through her hair. But he can’t think of a good reason as to why he should hold back, so he catches the ribbon on her ponytail and carefully picks at the knot. “The only reason I can’t fall back in love with you is that I never stopped loving you to begin with.”

She whips around to stare at him, hair falling loose around her shoulders. “B-but you changed! You stopped flirting when we started having date—I mean, completely platonic hangouts."

“Well, I didn’t want you to think our friendship wasn’t enough for me. Just spending more time with you meant so much, and…I was afraid I’d mess that up. In the past, I was always too much for you, so…”

Chat’s not sure which of them moves first, but suddenly their fingers lace together.

“You were never too much,” she says. “I just… I wasn’t ready.”

“And now…you are?”

“Now…” She hums softly and leans closer; her breath lands hot on his chin.

It would be so easy—just a slight tilt of his head—to have everything he’s ever wanted. She’s already closing her eyes, ready to answer his question with her lips instead of her words. Except…

“Wasn’t there some other guy?”

Chat wants to pinch himself as soon as the words slip out. Why would he bring that up now? Why tempt fate when he might finally have a chance?

But if this is finally happening, he needs to know it’s real.

Ladybug leans away. “I did. And maybe, in some ways, I still do. I mean, he’s still my friend and all, so—wait! No, this isn’t how I practiced this at all. This has nothing to do with Ad—him. It’s about you.” She pokes him in the chest, a shy smile creeping across her cheeks as her eyes drifted up to meet his. “It’s all about you.”

The breathy way those words tumble out do something to his insides. He’s tempted to ask her to repeat them, but he still has enough functioning brain cells to bite his tongue. Barely.

“What’s all about me?” he asks instead—which really isn’t much better.

Her head dips down, and he thinks he’s ruined the moment until her hand starts sliding slowly up his chest. “Everything. All the time.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know! One day…I just realized you’re the first person I think about when I wake up. And you’re the person I wish I could have beside me when I fall asleep. And—”

He cuts her off with a kiss. It’s on her temple, the only spot he can reach from this angle, but it’s enough to render her speechless. Her head snaps up. Their eyes meet. And Chat has only a split second to appreciate the freckles dotting her cheeks before he’s wondering how her lip gloss can taste like chocolate. And then he’s not wondering anything at all.

There’s no room for questions when she’s the answer to everything.

“Wow,” she whispers when they finally pull apart. Then she claps a hand over her mouth like she’s horrified she said that out loud.

Chat feels giddy. He feels stupid.

Later, he’ll blame the lack of oxygen for his next words.

“Hey,” he whispers. “Remember when you used to think I wasn’t in love with you?”

Ladybug smacks him on the shoulder. Then she kisses him again.

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Thanks for reading!! 💜

#miraculous square dance 2023 #coffeebanana fics #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #miscommunication trope #mutual pining #long post

[aidanchaser]

Only one more week left of the @mlsquaredance event! I had an absolute blast working on this project and getting to play in the space of some wonderful ML fic. If you haven't had a chance, please read the originals!

Originals & tags linked here:

Partners in Clown by MiaBrown (@miabrown007)

how fair you were in summertime by MissNoodles (@ladyofthenoodle)

Full Exposure by MissNoodles (@ladyofthenoodle)

Close Your Eyes by jennagrins (@jennagrinsoverml)

A Bad Dream by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette)

A Fair Trade by sariahsue (@sariahsue)

but princess, wishes do come true by MiaBrown (@miabrown007)

Midnight Snack by Papillon10 (@valiantlyjollynightmare)

When You Let A Ladybug Cure Your Bellyache by wyomingparmesan (@wyomingparmesan)

Another shout out to @sunshinemarauder, @ladyofthenoodle, @wield-the-mighty-pen, @rosekasa, and @ccboomer for all of your help beta reading these 9 remixes! My writing is nothing without an editor, and it was great to get to work with friends from the HP AU in a new context and to make new friends through writing and editing! Thank you all for your hard work, and a double-triple thank you to ladyofthenoodle and the rest of the Miraculous Square Dance team for putting on this event. It has been so much fun! I haven't gotten to write this consistently since I had the HP AU. I was back into doing 3-5k a week again, and it felt so good. Thank you!!

Link to all of my remixes (except for Partners in Chaos, which will drop next Friday!) Link to all event remixes!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fic #miraculous square dance 2023 #ml fic #ml fanfic #truly i just like seeing all of the fic headers that i designed for this event in one post #it came out such a nice aesthetic #the fics are fun and i enjoy them but i really enjoyed doing graphic design on this one fellas #graphic design is truly my passion

[trainsinanime]

The left side of her face

I finally finished my remix for the ML Square Dance event! The original is The right side of his face by @hamsternamedmarinette. Go read that first, it's great!

"Good that you took the high road, Chat Noir”

Adrien let out a small gasp as he realised who had just sat down next to him on the end of the half-finished bridge. This construction site was empty and closed due to a strike, so he had fully expected to remain completely alone until patrol started, in an hour, half a kilometre from here. Still, somehow, she found him.

"Hey, it’s pretty cool back here”, she said as she took in the view over the Seine.

"I didn’t expect you here, milady. What’s up?”

"Oh, I had some stuff to do in the area, and got done quicker than expected. The Ladyblog said you were in the area, so I thought I’d take a look.”

He wanted nothing more than to hear what stuff she was doing. Who was she when she wasn’t in the red and black suit? Was she helping her friends with her homework? Designing CD covers? Sewing dresses? Making friendship bracelets? Ice skating? His mind was reeling with possibilities. But that’s what they would have to remain, for now. All he could know was that it was definitely something cool.

"So what I’m hearing is you missed me?"

She grinned. "Just making sure you don’t get your tail stuck anywhere.”

"Ow, my lady, you wound me!”, he said with mock indignation. "So, if you’re here, should we start the patrol now?”

She looked at her wrist, and paused as she realised that she didn’t have a watch.

"Well… we still have a couple of minutes, I think”, she said. "Not that we’re on a schedule anyway. What do you normally do when you’re here, waiting for me?”

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#miraculous square dance 2023 #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #ml fanfic

[luckyyoyo]

reserved - mlsquaredance2023

inspired by enthusiasm by sariahsue for @mlsquaredance

“Don’t you think,” he coughed, a blush creeping up his cheeks, “this kind of thing should be.. reserved for my girlfriend?” He gestured to their poses. A squeak came from her mouth and her knees buckled, but surprisingly still had no struggle keeping Adrien up. “You know, you could always be my girlfriend.”

Ladybug, saviour of Paris and local damsel-in-distress Adrien Agreste, suggests he gets a fake girlfriend to ward off his zombie fans. While lovingly holding him in her arms, of course. Adrien, far too comfortable in her arms, suggests it could be her.

Introducing your superheroine pretend-girlfriend to your strict, uninterested father is a bit harder than Adrien realises.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #miraculous square dance 2023 #ladrien

[confusednymphinayellowdress]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Additional Tags: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Identity Reveal, Identity Reveal, Trapped, Chat Noir Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Lady Noir, Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng Summary:

Adrien and Marinette are trapped under a building when an akuma attacks. Adrien hopes Ladybug will fix everything without needing Chat Noir. Marinette hopes Chat Noir can get her out so she can fix everything.

This is a remix of Crushed by P_Artsypants! I had this like 90% done for over a month... and then I wrote a bit more than the last 10% I had planned. Seriously though read Crushed, I got to reread it so many times while I was writing this and it was amazing every time.

@mlsquaredance

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous square dance 2023

[justhereforkeefe]

#mlb #just read #ladynoir #one shot #pre-reveal #aged up #mutual pining #miraculous square dance 2023

[rosekasa]

words he only dreamed to hear

[@mlsquaredance]

remixed from @ladyofthenoodle 's fic, pretty lady, look at how he's smiling!

══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══

chat noir/ladybug.

G; no archive warnings apply.

“um,” he says, glancing down at his un-bumped fist lamely. “are you good?”

her smile doesn’t exactly widen, but something in it does shift.

in two quick steps forward, she dives in, and presses a light kiss to his cheek. “bye, chaton,” she says, and wiggles her fingers at him.

he stands rooted to the concrete, staring off into the empty street.

what.

(ladybug amps up the affection, and chat noir has to deal. it's what a good friend would do, right?)

══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══

post-episode s05 evolution; pining; oblivious adrien agreste | chat noir; identity reveal; fluff and humour.

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ml square dance 2023 #HEHEHEHRHERHERHE

[ifeelgeek]

#PARTE 2. SOBRENATURAL, ÉPOCA Y C.FICCIÓN

En este apartado podrán ver los foros de rol activos hasta el momento (teniendo en cuenta que tenga gente conectada en las últimas horas). De esta recopilación si alguien desea agregar un foro que no aparece en la lista por favor contacte conmigo.

Los foros privados y semiprivados no han sido añadidos al listado si quieren ser parte pueden pedirlo.

Los foros que deseen un espacio en el Instagram son bienvenidos a solicitarlo :)

• Victorian Vampires :  PARÍS, FRANCIA AÑO 1842 - PB REAL - 2010  • Saint Lorene : Comunidad de rol fantástico/paranormal - PB REAL - 2015  • Kasiopean Valerian: Londres 2055 - PB REAL - 2018  • Miragthia : Inspirada en Miraculous y el universo de Avatar: La leyenda de Aang - PB REAL - 2021  • Crescent City :  New Orleans, la mayor ciudad “espiritualmente excéntrica"  te espera - PB REAL - 2021  • La Senda del Changeling: Es la historia de los Kithain, feéricos, las hadas en el exilio. - PB REAL - 2021 • The Fallen Angels : Basado en mundo en tinieblas de White Wolf - PB REAL - 2022  • Goddess of delirium : Basado en la divina comedia - PB ANIMADO - 2022  • Fort whales  : PB REAL - 2022  • The Spiral Dance : Foro dark academia - PB REAL - 2023  • Walk The line : PB REAL - 2023  • The Wicked RPG :  PB REAL -  2023  • The legends of oblivion : PB REAL - 2023  • Paris Inmortal : PB REAL - 2023  • Elaris: PB ANIMADO - 2023  • Universidad Salem : PB REAL - 2023 • Whispers from the Dark : PB REAL - 2023 • Devils Lake - PB REAL - Foro Nuevo 2023 • The Legends of Oblivion : PB REAL - Foro nuevo 2023 

•  Gehenna RPG - Foro Semiprivado (conversar con la administración) - PB REAL - 2023 

• Aerandir : Fantasía - PB ANIMADO - 2010 • Memorias del viejo mundo : PB ANIMADO - 2017 • Ethereal Cosmos  : PB ANIMADO - 2018 • In tenibris: Fantasía medieval - PB REAL - 2021 • Corazón de Nyr : PB ANIMADO - 2022 • Heart of eternity :  PB ANIMADO - 2022 • Mooncall  : PB ANIMADO - 2022 • Kaelkoth : Fantasía medieval - PB REAL - 2022 • ALBION -THE DARK AGE: Foro de fantasía medieval basado en la Leyenda del rey Arturo. - PB ANIMADO - 2022 • Paragons-rpg : PB ANIMADO - 2023 

• Renegade : PB ANIMADO - 2019 • Oddisey:  PB ANIMADO - 2019 • Asteria : Inspirado en obras fantásticas como FF por square enix o Jūni Kokuki de Fuyumi Ono - PB ANIMADO - 2020 • Discordance :PB ANIMADO - 2021 • Ikigai : Slice of life - magic - PB ANIMADO - 2021   • Shadows from the past : Mundo postapocalíptico  - PB ANIMADO - 2022 • Day- z : Mundo Postapocalíptico  - PB REAL  - 2022 • Hole to Hell - PB ANIMADO - 2022

#censo:febrero #censo #censo:sobrenatural #censo:c.ficción #censo:época #época #ciencia ficción #academia #ficción #sobrenatural #foroactivo #escritura #rolporforo #rolplay

[forbiddendrabbles]

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Current In-Progress Works (Updated 2/28/2024):

✍️ Physical Education AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: The akuma class came to school expecting a normal lesson. They did not expect to be frisked and told they won’t be going home for the rest of the sexual education unit. Marinette and Adrien especially didn’t expect to be to be demonstrating as live models.

✍️ A Pretty Good Bad Idea AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: Explicit Summary: For The More The Merrier Poly Ship Event 2024, hosted by the Miraculous Writers' Circle. ~ “We’ve been, uh… discussing the possibility of having a threesome,” he admits, quiet enough that only she hears. “With a woman,” he tacks on. Marinette takes a moment to appreciate her former partner and his husband. She traced the lines of their figures, eyes dancing across their muscular forms. Downing a shot, she looks at the two men before her. “I’ll do it, if you want.”

On-Hiatus Works (Updated 9/10/2023):

✍️ The Queen of Mean AO3 FFN

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: Inspired by "The Queen of Mean" from Descendants 3 and a deleted fanfic. When Lila pushes Marinette too far, she finally snaps. It's up to Adrien to figure out if he can bring her back. Love square-centric. ON TEMPORARY HIATUS. READ THE TAGS (Author Profile on FFN!!!). I do my best to keep triggers updated in the tags and in each chapter's notes. (It's too long of a list to put on here)

✍️ Save Me  FFN

Fandom: Doctor Who Rating: Mature (Explicit) Summary: Eliora Turner was not your average girl. The physical/mental abuse that went on at home destroy her. Until one day, a man calling himself the Doctor decides to help her. If she can stop trying to kill him, that is. TW: Rape, Self-harm, Abuse, Mentions of Substance Abuse, Sexual Assault, Eating Disorder(s), Depression/Anxiety, Violence, Scars, light BDSM elements. SMUT. On-Hiatus. (9/1/2023) Current Status of Save Me: I'm probably going to put it on permanent hiatus/discontinued and post what I have left, but I need to sit down and actually get that uploaded, which I haven't had the time or concentration for.

Completed Works (Updated 3/5/2024):

✍️ Dead Girl Walking  AO3 FFN

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: One-shot Songfic based on "Dead Girl Walking" from Heathers the Musical. Inspired by a line at the end of Chapter 14 in designnette's "Surfaced" on AO3, where Adrien asked if Ladybug broke his window, and that lead me to writing this fic. When Lila tells Marinette she has until 8am on Monday before her social life dies, Marinette can think of only one thing she wants to do. Or rather, one person. Smut. Oneshot. TW: Drinking, Dub-Con (if you squint), Panic Attack, light BDSM

✍️ Our Hope AO3 FFN Tumblr

Fandom: The Thundermans Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: Backstory for this: was in the mood for some good old-fashioned thundercest and came across @bbshipper21‘s fic “Brownies, kisses and confessions.” Then I was scrolling through to see if there were more pieces farther back in their blog and came across this prompt. I don’t know if the people they tagged ever wrote anything, but I really wanted to try. I’ve never written for this ship, and I normally write in the first person, not the third, so this is probably a little bit awkward, but I figured I would post it anyways. I don’t know if @bbshipper21 is still active, but if they see this, I hope I did it justice. TW: Incest (Max/Phoebe), Brief Suicidal Thoughts/Actions

✍️ I'm Gone, Gone, Gone, Gone AO3

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Summary: He thought of Robin. Robin is magic, he once said. Robin is a symbol of hope. Jason didn’t have any left. TW: Suicide, Self-harm, Alcoholism, Sleeping Pills, Depression, Gun Violence

✍️ Coffee is Still Better AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Summary: My gift exchange fic for the Maribat? Get In! Discord 2023/24 New Years Gift Exchange! ~𐀔~ The noxious aroma polluted the streets, subjecting the poor Parisians to the smell of burning gingerbread cookies. Wait—burning gingerbread cookies?

✍️ Crushed Shell  AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Title says it all, honestly. TW: Major Character Death

Series - Requests

✍️ Sweet Sixteen and Ten Emotions AO3 FFN

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Requested by JBlaser on Fanfiction.net. When Chloe's mother breaks a promise, her best friend tries to show everyone who Chloe is inside. It doesn't quite go as planned, though. Reveal, but not a big part of the plot. Oneshot.

✍️ Hard Earned Knowledge AO3 FFN

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: Requested by Raxius on Fanfiction.net. After Shanghai, Adrien begins to tutor Marinette while Mei Shi begins to tutor Fei, and Gabriel…well, he’s coping with the things *he* learned. Oneshot. TW: mentions of death, grief, unhealthy coping, therapist making light of the situation. If the Mandarin is wrong, blame Google Translate XD

✍️ Pink AO3 FFN

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: Requested by Raxius on Fanfiction.net. Set during Mr. Pigeon 72, Adrien can’t help but turning a little bit pink when he notices someone’s pink swimsuit. Or: Adrien, unfortunately, is a teenage guy. Oneshot. I did my best to make the story realistic to canon age-wise, but closer to reality in content. Puberty is rough, man. I am not a male, so I apologize if his actions are not 100% accurate in the eyes of someone who has a male appendage. I hope I did it justice though, as it was a big part of the plot. TW: Sexual situations/thoughts of minors, puberty

Series - Miraculous Writers' Circle Sprint Fic Challenges

✍️ Secret Passageways AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: When sneaking into the Agreste house to secretly meet up with Adrien, Marinette accidentally finds a secret passageway and decides to investigate.

✍️ Love Child AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: Surprise! Character A has been hit by the ray of an akuma and is now pregnant! The catch? The other parent is the last non-familial person they said 'I love you' to... and Character A doesn't remember who that was! Write about A's journey solving this strange conundrum.

✍️ Hello Darkness, My Old Friend AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! Marinette has lost an earring, and is understandably freaking out. Well… we understand. But I want you to write this from the perspective of someone who doesn’t. A classmate or a parent or a passing citizen who can’t understand why Marinette is panicking so much over a €5 pair of earrings. It’s no big deal, right?

✍️ What's in a Name? AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: The first thing Marinette realized when she woke up was that she was cold. The second thing she realized was that she was laid on a steel beam at the top of the Eiffel Tower, in her pajamas…

✍️ Tag Teamed on the Tower AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: The first thing Marinette realized when she woke up was that she was cold. The second thing she realized was that she was laid on a steel beam at the top of the Eiffel Tower, in her pajamas… NSFW version Part One of Tag Teamed on the Tower: The Series

✍️ Joined at the Hips AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit (to be safe, could probably be Mature) Summary: An Unexpected Day Off: your character woke up this morning to find their kwami gone, and their miraculous still there, but powered down… with no explanation. Write about how they feel, and what they do. Are the other holders in the same position?

✍️ You See Me on the Cover of a Magazine AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Mature (to be safe, could probably be Teen and Up Audiences) Summary: While reading their favorite book, your character is hit by an akuma and magically sent into the book and is now the main character! Write about what happens!

✍️ The Sound of Soul AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Luka enjoys hearing other people's music as it gives him such a clear view of that person and their personality... Except for [character]'s music has always confused Luka... and he wants to figure out why.

✍️ Tipped Off AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: An anonymous tip on the Ladyblog has warned that Adrien Agreste is Hawkmoth’s next target. Ladybug wants one of them to be with him at all times until the threat has passed. Adrien isn’t too worried about pulling this off, apart from the confusing issue that his father has taken a sudden interest in his life… Write about Ladybug staying for a very uncomfortable dinner with Adrien, Gabriel, and Nathalie.

✍️ It's Not Buggabye AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Marinette’s identity is revealed very publicly and she has to renounce guardianship to save the miraculous. Marinette is now famous and loved for protecting Paris. The problem is she doesn’t remember any of it and has no idea what’s going on.

✍️ Suspects to Agreste AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: Reclusive fashion designer Gabriel Agreste has gone missing. Who are Roger’s prime suspects and more importantly - why?

✍️ With a Kiss...or Four. AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Chat Noir and Ladybug are simultaneously knocked out during a battle and, not knowing what else to do, Plagg and Tikki go on the search to find someone to defeat the akuma in their absence... ... enter Luka who is now in possession of the cat and ladybug miraculous and the task of saving the day.

✍️ The Mother is in the Basement AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: A woman claiming to be Emilie Agreste just called Ladybug and Cat Noir on Ladybug’s communicator, begging for help.

✍️ A Big, Bright, Beautiful World AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Oh no! Baby August has been hit by a grow laser and is now ten stories tall! But, weirdly, it's not an akumatization! How will the heroes deal with this?

✍️ Like a Thief in the Night AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Chat Noir only breaks into the MDC boutique because his father's heard rumors of a lost jewel, part of the miraculous collection. Instead, he discovers just how much the neighborhood-loved business has been struggling when he finds a blow-up mattress in the back. And a petite woman swinging a frying pan at his face.

✍️ Buzz Buzz Bitch AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: It's common knowledge that catnip has a strong effect on cats... however, no one thought they'd encounter something similar for ladybugs! Now Chat Noir, Viperion, Rena Rouge, and the rest of the team have to figure out how to defeat an akuma while also dealing with their increasingly affectionate, blissed out leader.

✍️ I'm Very Bemused. Is This The News? AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: “Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news: Breaking news: Ladybug and Cat Noir are currently… robbing a bank? I… bear with me a moment, viewers… am I reading this right? …Yes? Yes, this just in! Our favourite superheroes are robbing a bank, apparently? Uh… we go live now to our reporter at the scene…”

✍️ Mend the Bond AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: His mother always told him tales of the knitting fairy. Every time he fell and ripped his clothing, he would leave a small trinket of offering and she would visit in the night to mend them. Of course, now that he was grown he knew she couldn’t possibly be real. Couldn’t… possibly…

✍️ You Can't Always Get What You Want AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: When Tikki awakened after a hundred years to a new holder, she was expecting someone young and ready to go. She wasn't expecting a middle aged rock star with a pet alligator as her new holder! What had Fu been thinking?!

✍️ Signs of Hearing Loss AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: The Sound of Silence - the entire world woke up today unable to speak. There’s probably an akuma behind it… Nothing else seems to be amiss so everyone has to go about their day as normal and sit tight, waiting for Ladybug and Cat Noir to fix things. Slight problem with that - Marinette and Adrien can’t transform.

✍️ The Time Xavier Ramier Kidnapped a CatBoy and Got Away With It AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Mr. Ramier was enjoying a beautiful day in a secluded area (away from RogerCop) in the park with his pigeons when thump Chat Noir hit the ground next to him and was knocked out cold. What really surprised him was the hero detransforming right then and there. Write about what happens next!

✍️ KittyNoir AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Oh no! Hawkmoth’s akuma backfired and now every adult in Paris is a toddler! Write about how our heroes tackle their newfound responsibilities and deal with teeny tiny parents and super villains!

✍️ 9 Things to Convince Bunnyx to Never Have Children AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Summary: Somehow, some way, Bunnyx was left in charge of Growing Up Miraculous, the daycare for children of miraculous holders! Between the chaos of dealing with Carapace and Rena's inquisitive (read: gets into everything) child, Mino and Polymouse's new bundle of joy, and the half dozen children between Chat Noir, Ladybug, and Viperion, Bunnyx doesn't know how she'll survive the day. Write about how our daring heroine deals with the hardest job she's faced since having to teach Hawk Moth how to do maths.

Series - TalksToSelf BirthWeek 2023

✍️ 7 - Breeding Kink (Honorable Mention: Babies) AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: For the TalksToSelf BirthWeek Prompts! Happy Birthday, Nils! Day 7: Breeding/Babies Pairing: Adrinette

✍️ Tag Teamed on the Tower: *Double* Double Penetration AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: For the TalksToSelf BirthWeek Prompts! Happy Birthday, Nils! Day 6: Threesome Pairing: Lukadrinette Sequel to Tag Teamed on the Tower, but can be read as standalone. Part Two of Tag Teamed on the Tower: The Series

✍️ 5 – Vampires (Honorable Mention: Crayons) AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: For the TalksToSelf BirthWeek Prompts! Happy Birthday, Nils! Day 6: Crayons Day 5 : Vampires Pairing: Félinette

✍️ 4 – BDSM (Honorable Mention: Ukelele) AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: For the TalksToSelf BirthWeek Prompts! Happy Birthday, Nils! Day 4: BDSM/Ukelele Pairing: Félukadrinette (TW: Incest ship)

✍️ 3 – Fireball + Creamer ;) AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: For the TalksToSelf BirthWeek Prompts! Happy Birthday, Nils! Day 3: Fireball + Creamer ;) Pairings Ch1: Lukanette, implied/mentioned Lukadrien and Lukadrinette Ch2: Kagaminette, implied/mentioned Adrinette and Adrigaminette There are two versions, hence the two different sets 😉

✍️ 2 – Voyeur (Honorable Mention: Among Us) AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: For the TalksToSelf BirthWeek Prompts! Happy Birthday, Nils! Day 2: Voyeur/Among Us Pairing: Félukadrinette (TW: Incest ship) Standalone but can be read as same AU as Day 4

✍️ 1 – Sofa AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Summary: For the TalksToSelf BirthWeek Prompts! Happy Birthday, Nils! Day 1: Sofa Pairing: Lukadrien

Series - MGI Third Server-versary

✍️ Day 1 AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Summary: MGI 3rd Server-versary Day 1 Prompts: Thunderstorm Foodfight Lovers to Enemies

✍️ Day 2 AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Superboy (Comics), Maribat - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Summary: MGI 3rd Server-versary Day 2 Prompts: Language Barrier Read/Seen [x] days ago Wildflowers

✍️ Day 3 AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: MGI 3rd Server-versary Day 3 Prompts: Sharpie/Permanent Marker Halloween Four Seasons (Rated T for the one time Jason says Fuck)

✍️ Day 4 AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Super Sons, Maribat - Fandom Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: MGI 3rd Server-versary Day 4 Prompts: Silver Lining Pet Names "If the world comes crumbling down, I'm not going to stick around to pull you from the rubble." - downwithwritersblock (Rated T for the one time Jon says Fuck)

✍️ Day 5 AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: MGI 3rd Server-versary Day 5 Prompts: "There cannot be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full." - Henry Kissinger "What have you done" Follow (Rated T for the one time Marinette says Damn and for implied violence/drugging to make Tim sleep)

✍️ Day 6 AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Maribat - Fandom Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: MGI 3rd Server-versary Day 6 Prompts: "I thought I knew you." "Go on. I dare you." Broken Mirror (Rated T for unintentional self harm)

✍️ Day 7 AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Super Sons, Maribat - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Summary: MGI 3rd Server-versary Day 7 Prompts: Shiny Spelling Mistakes "Blanket thieves don't deserve rewards." - downwithwritersblock

✍️ Revenge of the Sleep Deprived Safety Hazards AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Summary: My gift exchange fic (and art!) for the Maribat? Get In! Discord 3rd Serverversary (Serversary?)! "They’re talking about Goldilocks, Peter Pan, one of the SpyKids, Hello Kitty, and Captain Underpants. One of them stole and/or destroyed the magic beans."

Series - MGI CIVIL WAR 2024 - DAMIAN DOMINANCE

✍️ We Can Meet in the Space Between AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Summary: For the Maribat? Get In! Discord Civil War Event ~🦇🐞🦇~ "She slips through the veil formed in the in-between, allowing us to meet.” He pauses, voice thick with tears as he finally gets to speak of the woman he loves more than life itself. “…Our love was written in the stars. Her soul just got there before mine.”

✍️ Innocent AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Summary: For the Maribat? Get In! Discord Civil War Event ~🦇🐞🦇~ “No, you- you must be mistaken. There’s no- No! Take me there. I- I can save her. I can save them! There’s got to be--!” Dick holds him back, keeping him from leaving. His heart shatters as his little brother breaks down in his arms. “No,” he whispers, voice broken as he sobs. TW: Major Character Death, implied suicidal thoughts (if you interpret the single line that way), Loss of Child Part Three of We Laughed. We Loved. We Lost.

✍️ A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom, No Fandom Rating: General Audiences Summary: Any artwork/collages/mood boards/etc that I make for the Maribat? Get In! Discord Civil War Event

✍️ Over Before It Began AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: For the Maribat? Get In! Discord Civil War Event ~🦇🐞🦇~ “Marinette! What, exactly, did you do?” “I…attacked a man for being happy with his partner, screamed at him for betraying me, and ran away. I think I hit him like three times, oh my god.” ~🦇🐞🦇~ Rated T for cursing and the singular use of the word 'erection', in the context of crudely saying one person is interested in another (ie. to have a hard-on for someone), but make it formal Part One of We Laughed. We Loved. We Lost.

✍️ A Work of Art AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: Explicit Summary: For the Maribat? Get In! Discord Civil War Event ~🦇🐞🦇~ “Now, listen to me,” he growls. “You’re going to very carefully sit on the pedestal and spread your legs as wide as you can. And then, you’re going to keep your legs spread while I devour you. If you mess up my paint, I’m not going to be pleased. Do you understand me?” A wide-eyed nod. “Words.” “Yes, sir.” “Good girl.” ~🦇🐞🦇~ This is a oneshot. Second chapter will be the same thing, just with art. Actual fic length is ~9.4k words. Can be read as stand-alone. Or as a Sequel. Or as a Prequel. Or both. you can't see me, but I'm doing jazz hands Part Two of We Laughed. We Loved. We Lost.

Series - Bad Idea AU

✍️ A Pretty Good Bad Idea (See In-Progress Works) AO3

✍️ I (Don't) Need A Bad Idea AO3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: Mature Summary: The alternate meeting scene from A Pretty Good Bad Idea, which got nixed for not being as good. It was the initial draft, though.

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Did I maybe go overboard on the @mlsquaredance event? Idk what to tell you - I was too busy having fun to realize how deep I had gotten!

I plan to post 1 a week for the duration of the event, so the real question is, which remix should I post first?

Originals & tags linked here:

When You Let A Ladybug Cure Your Bellyache by wyomingparmesan (@wyomingparmesan)

Close Your Eyes by jennagrins (@jennagrinsoverml)

A Bad Dream by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette)

how fair you were in summertime by MissNoodles (@ladyofthenoodle)

but princess, wishes do come true by MiaBrown (@miabrown007)

Midnight Snack by Papillon10 (@valiantlyjollynightmare)

A Fair Trade by sariahsue (@sariahsue)

Full Exposure by MissNoodles (@ladyofthenoodle)

Thank you to @ccboomer, @rosekasa, @wield-the-mighty-pen, @sunshinemarauder, and @ladyofthenoodle for beta reading these remixes! It was a pleasure working with all of you!

#miraculous square dance 2023 #ml square dance #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #ml fic #ml fanfic #fic remix