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Anonymous asked:

Just saw Kuro Neko and I am LIVID. They did Marinette so dirty it’s horrible. Even Plagg was gun-hoe for the Sadrien drama and BLAMED HER for Adrien giving up his miraculous. If you have the time for a Kuro Neko fix it I’d appreciate it-I’m physically repulsed by what she went through and the show (Adrien) gaslighting her for doing her job. I was gaslighted by my parents for YEARS and relate so hard to Marinette for what she’s going through. She deserves better. Also shame on Plagg

Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry that happened to you! And of course you can have a fix-it!

Anonymous asked:

I now want Plagg salt. Let Marinette go off on him!

Anonymous asked:

Ok, so I know Kuro Neko came out like not even a day ago, but would you be willing to write a Lukanette fix-it? Pretty please 👉👈?

Absolutely~! Here’s a canon divergence where Viperion was amongst the heroes she’d picked that day.

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When Ladybug returned to the spot where Chat had been, she was shocked to see one of her chosen heroes for that day - Viperion - in his place, his back turned to her and his head facing the rooftop below him. She blinked in confusion, certain that she'd sent the other heroes - including him - off to detransform, yet there he was as if waiting there for her.

Dropping down behind him, she called in concern, "Viperion?"

His head rose at her voice, wordlessly telling her that she'd been heard.

"What are you doing here? Where's Chat?" she asked.

He turned around to face her and she gaped at how visibly upset he looked, his brows furrowed and his fist tightly closed at his side. She'd rarely seen him in such a state before, and especially not when she was Ladybug. The only thing even remotely comparable was when they’d been facing Bob Roth together.

"What happened...?"

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I know you trust my intuition, and I—" He paused, shaking his head. "—I knew something was wrong when Chat Noir showed up, so I stayed behind. I saw everything."

"Oh." She replayed the conversation in her head, now imagining Viperion nearby to hear it all. "Then you..."

She trailed off as his closed fist rose up to be level with her chest. He glanced at his hand, then her, a pained expression taking over his face as he uncurled his fingers.

An involuntary gasp left her. The cat miraculous was resting on his palm, his fingers twitching as if he were forcing himself to maintain some semblance of calm.

While she could only stare in shock, he explained in a low tone, "Chat Noir - Adrien - abandoned you. Us. The team. Paris." His gaze darkened at the ring in his hand. "Everyone."

Seeing the miraculous without a holder was already a shock to her system, but the name that she hadn't expected to hear made her freeze up like she'd been hit by Venom.

"Chat—A-adrien...?" She blinked rapidly, her eyes flickering from the ring to her surroundings as she processed what had been said. The image of Chat and Adrien switching back-and-forth between each other overtook her mind, making no sense to her emotionally and yet she knew that Viperion wouldn't lie to her about something like this.

Two colors that didn't go together clashing, perhaps doing well enough separately but making for an awful combination together. Deep down, it made sense in a way she couldn't quite fathom yet.

She winced as she heard the other heroes she'd called ringing in her head, all concerned and wondering where she was or what they should do with their miraculouses. Her own miraculous was also beeping at her, urging her that she didn't have time to stand here and do nothing.

"I'll take responsibility for it."

She raised her head to look Viperion in the eyes, the unprompted statement bringing her back to reality. "H-huh...?"

He averted his gaze from her, hiding the ring from the world again as his fists clenched at his sides. The brows of his mask furrowed, his teeth grit in his frustration at what she could only guess was the whole situation.

It occurred to her a second later that he must've been thinking several steps ahead. Paris was curious about Chat even if he wasn't around, and thus there'd be an uproar when they heard that he’d quit. They might even question if he quit at all or was "fired," though that still didn't explain why Viperion...

"Wait." She snapped out of it, her internal clock as a hero ticking at her. Turning away, she pulled out her yoyo and held her other arm out to take the ring back, explaining, "I-I'm about to detransform. We'll have to—"

"I know."

She reeled her yoyo back in preparation, but stopped as she caught the abnormal inflection in his tone. Suspecting something, she glanced over her shoulder at him and noted the guilty expression on his face. Even though he wasn't facing her fully, his eyes were staring at her apologetically.

"He's..." He exhaled through his nose, his lips pressed together in a tight, thin line. "He's done more than just this."

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In the end, Ladybug couldn't even find her voice to respond. She still had miraculouses to return and there was simply no time to keep standing around and talking about what had happened.

After recharging and giving Tikki a quick update on what was going on, she returned to being Ladybug in order to retrieve everyone's miraculouses. Intentionally, she saved Viperion for last, allowing the two of them to return to her house to talk further. They sat down on her chaise side-by-side, all of the kwami watching from afar while she stared down at the ring in her hands.

Luka went into as much detail as possible, starting with their fight with Wishmaker where he first learned hers and Chat's identities. She'd vaguely remembered the details, but she'd had no idea that Chat had given in to getting hit by the akuma. Neither of the two boys had told her, and though she did feel a little upset with Luka at first for keeping things from her, she understood why he'd done it.

After all, they'd broken up because of her identity. He must've known at that point - that she'd wanted so badly to tell him, but couldn't - and how awfully it could've gone for her emotionally if he'd revealed what he'd known on a day where she was already unsure of herself. So many things had gone out of her control, from first getting the miraculous and then to becoming guardian, and this was just yet another thing she didn't have a choice in.

And through it all, she could see how Luka was affected by the whole thing. He was upset, throwing his arms out whenever he emphasized the most distressing parts of the situation and occasionally running his fingers through his hair as if he had a headache. He was angry with himself, but she could sense that he was also angry on her behalf for how everything had gone down.

"I-it's not your fault," she offered, silently wondering how many things she didn't know about Chat—Adrien, that even Viperion wouldn't be aware of. Even if Viperion had told her that he'd known, she might've simply let it go and nothing would've changed.

Especially because, as she was quickly realizing, she would let Chat get away with far more than she maybe should've, simply because he was Chat. He would refuse to work with her or neglect putting full effort into battles, and she'd accepted it because he was her partner who'd been there since the very first akuma.

As for Viperion knowing her identity, Alya already knew too. Marinette also knew that - at least in the future - Bunnyx was aware of her and Chat's identities. When it came to time-based miraculouses, perhaps it was inevitable that they'd know her identity eventually, but...

to think that it was Chat Noir who caused Viperion to know. In fact, she distinctly remembered the Bunnyx of the future as well, saying that Chat had Cataclysmed her miraculous in his recklessness. She even wondered to herself if the Ladybug of the future had been around to see it.

Would she have been told if she wasn't?

"Thank you," Luka said, though he didn't sound reassured. He dropped his gaze to his pants, fidgeting with the two strings going across the rip on his knee. "But you don't have to comfort me. I should've seen it back then. I heard the first verse and should've known that the next one would go just as badly, or even worse. I thought I was doing the right thing by not saying anything, but he—" He sighed in exasperation, clutching his head as he added, "I was just protecting him without realizing it."

"What do you mean?"

He looked at her, a mix of emotions in his conflicted expression that were difficult to pin down all at once. "Even after I knew, I supported you with Adrien. Maybe I even let it slide because it was Adrien, but I was just putting you in danger." His grip on one of the strings tightened, the tugging motion he made snapping it. "If he'd pulled a stunt like that again when I wasn't there, who knows what could've happened. He wasn't just putting himself over his job; he was putting himself over you."

Her gaze softened, her mouth lost on what she could say next. He genuinely wasn't asking for her pity or sympathy, his words only showing that he cared about her and hated that she wasn't being cared for. It was almost bizarre seeing someone think about her to such a degree, when she'd been under the impression that it was her who had to think about everyone else.

"Marinette," Luka began, his hand reaching to take hers but stopping before he could hold it. After hesitating, his hand simply closed, like he didn't feel worthy to touch her. "I promise, I won't keep anything from you anymore. What I did was wrong and you have a right to not trust me."

She paused to take that in, looking from his guilt-ridden face to the closed hand still awkwardly hovering in the air. Luka being Luka, she believed him, knowing that he wouldn't say anything he didn't mean in his heart.

After contemplating to herself for a long moment, she reached over with her free hand and placed it over his. When his eyes met hers in confusion, she smiled at him.

"Thanks, but I do trust you, Luka. I know you did it for me because you're always looking out for me, and I can't be mad at you over one little mistake you made. I kept giving you the snake because I knew that, if you ever learned my identity, you'd keep it safe and wouldn't use it to take advantage of me. At the end of the day, you still did that. You didn’t even have to tell me everything you knew, but you did. You were still thinking of me, even if how you went about it before wasn’t right."

His lips parted at that, thoroughly touched by her gesture. Though he struggled at first for a reply, he managed a strained smile, half-serious and half-playful as he replied, "I don't think it's something you can call a little mistake."

She giggled at the lightening atmosphere. "We can talk about it later. There's enough negativity right now and I don't want either of us getting akumatized."

He chuckled in return, not exactly back to his usual self but agreeing with her nonetheless. "You're right." Then, looking pointedly at the miraculous in her hand, he asked, "So, what do you want to do about that?"

She followed his gaze to the ring, tilting her hand and watching it roll around on her palm. "Well..." She paused, knowing the answer was obvious but also feeling the weight of her words. "I guess I'll have to figure out how to get a new cat."

At that, a voice suddenly rang out from across the room, "What?!"

Her eyes darted towards the source, Plagg flying over to hover in front of her. He looked upset, continuing, "You think you can just get new cheese after leaving the other one to go bad!?"

Completely oblivious, she blinked. "...Cheese? I didn't have any cheese in the first place?"

He groaned, frustrated. "I mean Chat Noir! He's in love with you, and you going around with other cheeses broke his heart!" He spread his arms out for emphasis. "Instead of embracing the beauty of the cheese you had, you went and mixed cheeses together when four-cheese has to be done delicately!"

She raised a brow, completely lost and only able to tilt her head in confusion. Of course she knew that Chat Noir was in love with her, but what did that have to do with—

"You're saying she cheated on him?" Luka interjected.

She glanced over at him in surprise, seeing him stare at Plagg with a dark skepticism. Whatever she'd missed, he seemed to have caught it.

"C-cheating on—" She looked back at Plagg. "Chat Noir and I aren't dating?"

Plagg flinched backwards at the sudden tag teaming, then straightened with a dismissive wave of the paw. "I...I didn't say that! Chat was upset because of—"

"The other heroes. I heard you," Luka cut in again, the warmth drained from his voice. "Is that why he didn't show up today?"

"What?" Marinette gaped at him, stunned by the blunt accusation. Yet, if it was Luka making it... "Plagg, is that true?"

The expression on Plagg's face made her feel incredibly stupid. He was glaring at Luka, having apparently thought that whatever he’d been trying to do would’ve been much easier.

"He—" Plagg swallowed. "He tried! I told him to prove that he was the best—"

"So you're saying he had to be convinced?" Marinette pressed, both able to keep up with the conversation now and also not liking it.

Luka chimed in again, leaning forward to ask Plagg, "You think that she was excluding Chat on purpose?"

"No!" Plagg insisted, his eyes darting back and forth between the two. "But she completely forgot about him!"

Marinette, feeling wholly offended at this point, reached into her pocket for her phone. Pulling it out, she set the miraculous aside so she could navigate to her contacts with Alya, scrolling for a particular conversation and then rightfully shoving it in Plagg’s face.

It was when she'd had to go away and leave the ladybug miraculous to Scarabella, even detailing to Alya how to deal with Chat Noir in a way that'd make him happy.

"Chat Noir is my partner. I know that," she said, promptly stashing her phone away, "and I pick other heroes for some akuma because I know they'll get the job done as quickly as possible. I'm not doing it to spite him or make him feel bad."

"You didn't see it!" Plagg accused. "He was miserable the whole time when you kept doing things without him!"

"What was I supposed to do!?" she asked, genuinely baffled. Throwing her arms out, she added, "I'm doing my job to keep Paris safer! Shadow Moth is reakumatizing people and I know how to deal with them. I can't wait around for Chat Noir to show up when I can't even know if he's coming!"

"...Marinette," Luka spoke up suddenly, as if something had occurred to him.

She glanced over, though she could see Plagg almost seeming to take some sort of little victory out of the corner of her vision, like he believed that Luka talking to her directly meant that he was about to critique her.

Luka, in actuality, directed his gaze in Plagg's direction and asked, "Did Plagg already know your identity?"

"Yes?" She followed his eyes to Plagg. "Why?"

"Then doesn't that mean that he could've come to you at any time?"

Plagg recoiled in response, his ears arching backwards like a cat that’d been trapped.

Luka continued without pause, "It's not Marinette's fault for your holder not opening up to her, and she would've listened to you if you'd come to her saying that there was a problem." He glared accusingly. "Maybe you're the one who let the cheese go bad."

That seemed to rile Plagg up further, though Marinette couldn't bring herself to care at this point. Luka was right: Chat had not only said nothing to her at any time, but she would've happily heard Plagg out if he'd showed up to talk to her. No matter how much she personally might've been concerned about a kwami flying around Paris, Wayzz had done it before to contact her when Fu was still around and Plagg certainly didn't seem like the type who'd care about things like safety.

Her hands tightened into fists on her lap. Had Luka not been there to argue with Plagg's strange metaphors, she wouldn't have had nearly as much to think about concerning Chat Noir. Plagg wasn’t just guilting her, he was disrespecting her.

Meanwhile, the back-and-forth between Plagg and Luka went on.

"Chat Noir has been around since the beginning!"

"That doesn't mean that he's more important than Paris, and everyone brings something to the table."

"You don't know how it feels to be the only cheese on the platter until everyone else starts wanting more!"

"A band doesn't bring in more people for no reason, and if one of them isn't happy unless the other is giving him special attention, then—"

"Adrien is special! And—"

Marinette stood up abruptly, towering over the kwami, "Plagg."

Said kwami looked up at her, backing away slightly for comfort but also not breaking their eye contact.

"I know that I haven't been guardian for a long time, but I am the guardian. Even Su-Han acknowledged me and let me keep the Miracle Box." She placed a hand to her chest. "You need to respect me if we want to get anywhere like this. I wasn't neglecting Chat and I can't give him special treatment just because he's my partner. My duty is to Paris first, not him, and if I can make Paris a little less miserable by bringing in other heroes to speed things up - even if I don’t need them - that’s what I’m doing."

Plagg maintained his stare for a few seconds, then finally averted his gaze, looking off bitterly at nothing in particular.

Mentally brought back to the matter at hand, she took a breath before announcing, "I will find a new cat."

His ears flicked up at that. He looked back at her in shock, protesting, "But—!"

"I've made a lot of mistakes," she admitted, "but I won't make another one by giving the cat back. Even if I didn't know Chat's identity, he almost let himself - did let himself during Second Chance - get hit by an akuma and revealed himself to Shadow Moth. He refused to show up for a fight because he didn't feel special enough. He left the ring—" She brought her hands up to clutch her head, the mental image vivid in her mind and giving her a thorough amount of anxiety. "He left one of the miraculouses Shadow Moth wants on a roof! Do you know how dangerous that was!? If I hadn't come back - if Viperion hadn't been there - who knows what would've happen to it and where it—you—would be right now! How am I supposed to trust someone who does something like that?"

"I can fix it!" Plagg insisted, clearly bargaining with her at this point. "Just give me the miraculous and I—"

"No." Her voice was firm. "I can't do that, Plagg, I'm sorry. I can't. Chat Noir quit and I can't trust him not to do it again, just like I can’t trust you not to bring it back to him. I'm the guardian and there were too many things about him that I didn't know." Feeling something bubbling up inside her, her eyes shimmered. "Honestly, I'm almost jealous! I'd love to be able to quit whenever I want to without worrying about my memories being taken away, but I'm still here because I'm taking responsibility for what I did and because I care about what happens to Paris! I already have enough responsibilities, I can't be responsible for Chat's feelings too!"

Silence followed, Plagg opening his mouth almost instinctively to retort but nothing coming out. There was a part of her that felt genuinely bad, certain that Plagg was attached to Adrien if he was resorting to such cheap arguments, but she couldn't change her stance. Emotions and attachments, for the most part, had brought her nothing but trouble ever since she became Ladybug, and this was her chance to finally take charge of things.

She waited for a full minute to see if Plagg would say anything else, given that he kept hovering there as if he were staging a silent protest, but then he turned away from her and flew off to hide inside one of her drawers.

Almost instantly, her legs felt like jelly, a gentle hand on her arm being the only thing keeping her stable. She looked back at Luka, who gave her a look of sympathy mixed with pride, and she wordlessly lowered herself towards him. He moved in sync with her, arms outstretched and surrounding her as she climbed onto his lap and buried herself against him.

"You were amazing," he whispered. "I hope your new cat is someone who puts in just as much effort as you do."

"Thanks." She breathed in his scent, feeling her nerves calm. "I have to rethink a lot of things first. The new cat might not really be needed all the time, but I definitely need someone permanent. Having the other miraculous Shadow Moth needs for his wish is..."

"Yeah." He understood without further clarification.

"I've been trying to follow the old guardian's rules and my rules at the same time, so I haven't been very consistent about it. Just—you guys are my friends, and it's not your fault that this all happened."

"No one's going to be mad if—" He paused, then added lightly, "Wait, no, Chat Noir."

She snorted, finding it mean to laugh but unable to help it. She could sense Luka smiling in triumph even though she couldn't see his face.

"Anyway..." His hands slid up to rub her shoulders. "No one should be mad if you want to switch up their miraculouses to keep them safer, or maybe not give them one at all. I can speak for myself at least."

The comment reminded her of something, her head raising to look at him. "Luka, you know you don't have to feel guilty about what happened, right? Or throw all the blame at yourself just because Chat quit?" Her gaze softened. "If anyone had to know without me knowing, I'm glad it's you, and I don’t want you to live in guilt forever."

He seemed surprised that she'd brought up the topic again, but smiled at her. "Thank you, really, but still. I don't want you having to deal with the backlash over what happened."

"No, I want to tell Paris the truth," she insisted, "and anyway, sure, maybe you messed up, but nothing happened. We were both there when Chat quit." She sighed, but in relief as she laid her head against his shoulder once more. "I'm just glad there wasn't a huge fallout from it. I'm used to everything going wrong with me..." She trailed off, a thought coming to mind. "...with us."

Luka let out a low hum, his arms going fully around her to hug her again. It was almost strange just how comfortable she felt, as if she was in one of her mother's meditation sessions. Her mind wasn't clear, her legs weren't in the right position, yet she felt at peace anyway, even with the burden having been put on her.

Even with what they'd been through.

"...Maybe that's not the problem after all," she murmured idly to herself.

"Hm? What isn't?" Luka wondered aloud.

"Oh, I was just thinking," she replied, "about how I'd have to find a new cat who wasn't in love with me, because being a hero and being in love didn't really seem to mix. I kept rejecting Chat, over and over, and I guess it only made him more upset." She stroked the fabric of Luka's jacket with her thumb, enjoying the feel of the denim. "But me and you didn't have that. We don't have problems like that, and we're still friends, right?"

"Of course."

She giggled at the speed of his confident answer, but hesitated to say what she really wanted to, half-afraid that it might be too soon to ask. Memories of her goals for the future flashing through her mind, she tightened her hug on him and asked for clarification, "Best friends?"

His grip on her went slack at first, worrying her, but then it tightened just as quickly, pulling her further against him.

"I hope so," he whispered.

She smiled, humming contentedly at the embrace. In a way, Chat quitting was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps the knowledge of him being Adrien and what he'd done could put some control back into her civilian life. Maybe she could find a partner that really worked for her and who believed that romance should come secondary in heroism.

And, staring up at Luka, she was looking forward to seeing where things would go from there.

#MC's Writing #writing: story #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #episode: Kuro Neko #category: salt #salt: chat noir #salt: adrien agreste #salt: plagg #other: ask and answer #other: ml spoilers #((that one Miraculous ambassador: Now that Luka knows their identities he can help both of them equally!))#((me: hehehehehehe))

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ladybugout-au · 3 years

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Ivan closed the door to his room, then opened his pocket to let Wayzz free. They both knew that Wayzz could just phase through the pocket if he wanted to, but it was a mutual gesture of respect between them.

"I was watching the footage on LadyBugOut's archive," Wayzz said as he flew a small distance away, facing Ivan with a smile. "You did well."

"You think?" Ivan grinned and rubbed the back of his head, growing sheepish at the praise.

Wayzz nodded. "The want to protect others is our strong point. Have you done it before?"

Ivan shook his head, walking over to take a seat on his bed. "No, I never had superpowers until I got this."

"Not that," Wayzz said with a chuckle. He flew over to the little area Ivan had set up for him - a little crudely done but made with love all the same - then sat down and got comfortable. Spreading his arms out, he then explained, "Being a turtle means much more than protecting people. We protect hearts as well."

Ivan genuinely considered that. He supposed it made sense, as Ladybug could fix things emotionally with no use of Miraculous Ladybug needed. Likewise, Chat Noir—

...actually, that was best not thought about.

Shaking his head, he returned to the root of the topic, replying, "I guess Mylene says I'm good at cheering her up?"

"Yes, it's like that." Wayzz smiled approvingly. "We aren't limited to Shell-ter."

Ivan nodded, but frowned as he realized, "I don't know if I'm as good at it now when I'm busy being a hero."

He was referring to Mylene.

Wayzz smiled sadly, getting up and floating over to rest on Ivan's shoulder. "We can't be perfect everywhere," he said, lightly patting Ivan's neck in reassurance.

Ivan glanced over at him, but didn't respond. He'd been a hero for a while, but it still felt unreal to him. He stared down at the disguised bracelet, idly running his fingers along the thread around his wrist as he admitted, "But I still don't get why I got picked?"

It was more idle curiosity than outright self-consciousness. He didn't doubt his abilities, obviously, as he was aware that every hero had their strengths and weaknesses. Being part of the team, it was inevitable to start seeing the flaws of every team member, so he wasn't singling himself out. At the same time though, he couldn't help wondering what had made him special. He was the first ever akuma, and even in the movie he'd shot with the class, he was the monster, not Mylene's charming love interest. That wasn't to say he didn't have a presence, but people often considered it to be a bad one.

Even though his statement had been casual, Wayzz seemed to think about it like it was serious. Ivan leaned back on the bed, his hands on the mattress to support himself as he waited for an answer.

"...One thing about heroes," Wayzz began, "is that they're not always who you expect. I've had many turtles in my lifetime, and not all of them seemed fit for the role. They all got chosen for different reasons, because turtles aren't decided by their personality alone. There are always different things that have to be taken into consideration."

Ivan tilted his head to the side. "Really?"

Wayzz nodded. "Your impressive bulk wouldn't be as useful if the rest of your teammates were built in the same way. There have been small turtles who were fit for the job because of who they were fighting and the teammates they were meant to protect." Looking up at Ivan, he then added, "You do well at protecting others, and your features balance out the team."

Ivan understood, even though it was hard to imagine "other turtles" beyond Carapace, and the mental image made him unable to help asking, "What about the other one?"

Of course, he could've had no idea that Wayzz had another turtle that he had no knowledge of, but Wayzz was aware of it, so he focused on Carapace.

"The turtle then - really, all of the temporary heroes - were chosen for being at the right place at the right time. They did their job well enough, but it was a matter of convenience. They fit their miraculouses enough to do their job, and being chosen afterward was for their experience. They were never intended to be permanent."

"Oh." That made sense, Ivan supposed. It was like their costumes Marinette had made for the band's audition as Kitty Section; they'd served their purpose at the time of making an impression, but they'd never been meant for them to be their permanent ones, especially considering the time crunch.

"Are you happy?" Wayzz asked suddenly, like something had just occurred to him.

Ivan blinked, not understanding.

"With being a hero," Wayzz clarified. He flew off of Ivan's shoulder, descending upon the little box of tea that he always seemed so fond of. He ran his paw along the surface, not doing anything in particular, but seeming to reminisce. "We want our holders to be happy with themselves. We know it's not always fair to suddenly give someone a miraculous."

Ivan didn't have to think about it too hard. While it could be a little disappointing whenever he had to run off on Mylene or his other friends, he also knew that he was doing good work and was helping keep Paris safe.

"Yeah, I'm happy," he replied. Then, after a moment of thought, he asked in return, "What about you?"

Wayzz seemed surprised to be asked such a question. He looked down at the little tea box again, resting both paws on it, then smiled faintly. "I am. You're not like any of my other holders, but that's not a bad thing."

Ivan smiled back, then focused on the little box of tea that Wayzz was still hovering over. Ivan pushed himself off the bed, then hunched over, pointing to the box in question. "Do you want some?"

Wayzz looked up at him, then back down at the box. Ivan had been taught enough about tea - thanks to Wayzz himself - to know how to make it for him, so it wasn't an unusual thing for him to ask, but Wayzz had never actually used the tea in that particular box before.

"Oh," Wayzz finally said after a moment. "...Yes, I—I think I do." He glanced up at Ivan again, asking, "Would you like to join me?"

Ivan frowned in thought, almost feeling like he was intruding on something personal. He'd never had tea with Wayzz before. "Uh, okay, but I don't know how I'd want it."

"That's alright!" Wayzz said, perking up as he flew up to Ivan's face. "We can experiment with similar tea first. There are many different ways to flavor it, and with the right combination, I'm sure we can figure out what you like; sugar, honey, milk, there are a lot of options. You know, one of my previous holders—"

Wayzz floated happily towards the door, continuing to ramble, and Ivan smiled genuinely while carefully picking up the box of tea. He remembered how sad Wayzz used to be when they first met, but even though Wayzz still grew quiet at times, he was happy now.

They both were.

#collab: LadyBugOut AU #canonicity: all #canonicity: canon #writing: all #writing: canon #writing: friendship #relationship: ivan bruel & wayzz

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justafewsmallsteps · 3 years

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A look into LadyNoir for my Reversal AU, The Other Way Around. You don’t really need to read the other parts to get this one :)

Title: The Other Way Around, Part 3 Pairing: Lovesquare (LadyNoir) Rating: G+ Word Count: 2.5K

The first time Marinette really interacted with a cat was at a friend’s house. She was six years old at her very first sleepover. Nervous and shy, she’d spent the majority of the evening worrying about what would happen once the lights were out. She’d never had to sleep through a night without her parents or family with her. No amount of cartoons or pillow fights could fully ease the fear of impending darkness.

The other three girls seemed totally adjusted and excited, but Marinette could hardly eat dinner even though it was pizza from their favorite spot. Then she nearly burst into tears at the table when they served the cookies her parents had sent with her, overwhelmed with missing them so badly. With her eyes stinging and her voice ready to cry out that they should call home to pick her up, Button the cat suddenly sprung onto her lap. She was a fluffy tan thing with two black dots going down the center of her back, hence her name. In that moment she looked just like a chocolate chip cookie, albeit one that blinked up at Marinette’s face with huge, adorable brown eyes. The cat smooshed her head against the girl’s stomach, sat down, and began to purr. In her surprise and fascination, young Marinette forgot what she was so upset over.

She never had pets growing up—the hair was too much to maintain when her family also lived in a bakery—so she hadn��t any courage to approach Button before, even when the other girls had spent time petting her. She knew cats had claws and their yawns revealed sharp, pointy teeth. The last thing she wanted was to get scratched or bitten when she was already terrified. Cats had been a scary mystery. Button was small and fluffy and warm. The moment she cuddled up to her, Marinette fell in love.

After that day, cats became her favorite animal, and while she still wasn’t allowed to have one (despite the begging and puppy eyes that her mother valiantly fought against with gentle reasoning), Marinette surrounded herself with them as a good luck charm. She had kitty keychains, plush toys, cat-covered folders to take to class, and cat-print bedsheets. The obsessive phase lasted for three years, but the fondness stayed even when her room took on a pink and floral theme to match her changing design aesthetic. Obviously when she found the giant body pillow shaped like a cat, she knew she had to have it anyway. After long days of dealing with Chloe’s yapping and her own special trademark combination of back luck and clumsiness, hugging that massive squishy cat became her ultimate comfort.

That was, until another cat fell into her lap. Well, crashed into her entire body was more what happened.

When she was gifted her miraculous, Marinette thought herself a poor fit for a superhero. She liked leadership positions and really didn’t have a big problem taking charge when needed, but saving lives was a ton of pressure. She’d thrown her yoyo randomly, not sure of a single move she made, and in doing so managed to tangle her partner and herself up despite the superpowers. Chat Noir seemed more natural, and surely he deserved a partner that had the confidence to match his skills instead of her. Marinette was stuck in her head with apprehension. She’d totally screwed up her very first mission by letting the akuma multiply instead of purifying it. She wasn’t excited to be a hero. She was terrified.

Maybe it was the cat bias that made her instantly trust Chat Noir, but it was the way he put his warm hands so squarely on her shoulders and assured her that she could do this, that made her fall in love. It was the second time a cat had saved her from giving in to her fears.

He gave her the courage to stand up to Hawkmoth, and the moment she vowed to take him down was a triumph of bravery. She wouldn’t have been able to do that without him.

Of course she fell for him.

He didn’t make it any easier for her as they got closer. He was just so endearingly sweet, throwing compliments at her all the time for encouragement.

If only she didn’t turn into an absolute pile of goo whenever he did. At least she was always able to pull herself together to get the job done, but it was his fault. What could anyone expect from her when her partner was talented, smart, super handsome, and somehow humble about all of it?

She’d witnessed how he avoided the spotlight in favor of checking up with akuma victims. She’d seen him time after time go out of his way to protect others, especially her, from harm’s way. And after he did all those things he’d throw her the credit as if she was the one saving the day.

They worked together well, reading each other’s moves and adapting to each other’s pace. But he never needed the attention, happy to just get the mission done. It was a side of him that she got to see when the crowds weren’t looking, proud at what they’d accomplished while holding his fist out to hers in solidarity to say, “We did it!” Together. Always together.

But then their miraculouses would beep, and they’d have to go their separate ways with her casting lingering glances towards whichever horizon he’d disappear off to.

At least during some of their mutual patrols they had time to talk. She looked forward to each one, no matter what other responsibilities she had waiting for her once it was over. Getting to know her partner was such a highlight to her identity as Ladybug. There was the triumph of victory, the thrill of the physics defying feats she could accomplish, the heartwarming gratitude of the citizens… and then there was this: sitting at the top of the Eiffel with their feeting dangling in the cool Parisian air, aimlessly talking above a safe city set aglow with evening lights; the warm sense of security yet tingling excitement of hanging out with her one and only crush.

“Favorite hot drink?” she wondered.

Asking non-identifying questions was their way of bonding without compromising themselves.

Chat Noir hummed thoughtfully over a cookie—raspberry macarons, a favorite she had learned fairly early on. “The hot chocolate you brought in the winter was great. Probably the best I’ve ever had, actually.”

She blushed and kicked her feet nervously. She swore that she would’ve tripped if they’d been walking. Somehow his compliments did that to her. “T-thanks.”

He grabbed another macaron and turned it over, studying the ruffled feet as he added, “Otherwise I’m really fond of tea. My mother liked English high tea; always insisted we have a tea break at some point in the day. When I was a kid I was only in it for the cookies and sandwiches, but at this point I like the drink too. It's nostalgic.”

He always got wistful when he spoke about his mother, but Marinette knew that train of thought would lead them to somewhere too personal. It wasn’t that she didn’t yearn to know more about him. Quite the opposite, but they both knew that it wasn’t safe yet. There had been too many close calls. She followed up with another question. “Any tea in particular?”

“Earl grey, usually. I’m a fan of London Fogs over coffee.”

She smiled down, looking at her home’s direction. They had a lovely macaron with that flavor as well, she thought. She could bring him a variety box next time. Maybe one day they could do tea together in some fashion. A picnic, perhaps? High tea during an evening patrol seemed a bit strange, but she could always brew him a decaf in a thermos so he wouldn’t be hopped up on caffeine. Or maybe that was too much if she was already bringing the same flavor in a cookie. Did hot chocolate go well with earl grey? What about the raspberry? Plenty of people ordered a variety of flavors all the time. Maybe she should throw in a few others for balance, like the rose ones. Wait, were rose flavored macarons too romantic? Would it seem like a date if she brought him flower-flavored food? Not that she didn’t want to date him because of course she did but—

“Deep in thought, Ladybug?”

Chat Noir’s twinkling green eyes greeted her, just a few centimeters from her face. He must have been trying to get her attention for a while.

Surprised, she suddenly scooted back and flailed. “Oh!” Thankfully she was securely seated on the beam enough to not begin a sad plummet to the ground. Desserts were well and good, but she’d prefer to avoid becoming a polka dotted pancake. “Yes, sorry! Did you say something?”

He laughed his magical laugh, accustomed to her tendency to get lost in her own head. “No need to apologize. I was just saying that it was my turn to ask a question before we turn in for the night.”

Ah, was it already time to go back? Sheepishly, the heroine smiled. “Did you already ask it?”

A flash of teeth showed off his mirthful grin. “I did.”

“Sorry.” He had already told her not to apologize, but it was embarrassing that she was fantasizing about dating him when he was literally sitting besides her. “What was it again?”

“I asked if you’ve been on a date lately, Little Lady.”

Oh.

Her mind short-circuited. Had she been babbling out loud? How desperate had she sounded? “What? Me! Doing to date you? I mean, going on a date with someyou? Someone!”

If her slip up meant anything, he didn’t acknowledge it. He never did. Did she want him to?

“Yep. Like a romantic one-on-one date. I, uh,” he bashfully scratched the back of his neck, “I’ve been thinking about it lately.”

A rush of blood warmed her cheeks. “Y-you were?” Thinking about dating someone? Her? Them? Romantically!

He avoided her eyes, choosing to look up instead as he laughed nervously. “For a while now. I don’t even think I could, but there’s a girl…”

I’m a girl, her brain supplied with excitement.

“You can’t ask her?”

He clicked his tongue. “There’s a few conflicts. First of all, I don’t know how she really feels about me, and… I don’t know how to say the other part without really giving anything away.”

Ladybug pursed her lips and gave him time, either out of courtesy or because she was freaking out and incapable of speech.

“Um, it’s like… an occupational issue, I guess. I don’t know if I’d be allowed, in a sense. Then there’s the issue that I know nearly nothing about dating,” he explained.

For all his vagueness, she fit his description enough. She’d never outright confessed to being in love with him, so he didn’t know her feelings. Also they weren’t really supposed to date with all their responsibilities, and wasn’t that just part of their job as heroes? So for all intents and purposes, Chat Noir really could have been talking about her. The possibility made her head spin.

Her hope was strung on a tightrope; a precarious position that could go either way. She could ask him directly if he meant someone in his civilian life or if by some miracle he was talking about her—or she could stay on the precipice between disappointment and bliss. But for all her clumsiness, Marinette preferred balance whenever she could manage it. So she stayed her course, eyes far from looking down at the possibilities and instead on the objective: answer him.

“I haven’t been on a real date recently, no.”

She looked for any hint about his feelings in his response, any indication that he was relieved or just pitied her. He simply nodded, leaving her clueless as she continued to walk the tightrope.

“Same,” he let out a whiny sigh. “I guess I can’t really ask for advice then. I’m terrible when it comes to romance.”

She traced one of her spots with a gloved finger, trying to keep a clear mind despite the slight relief that her crush wasn’t out on dates all the time. “I doubt it. You’re so amazing, you’d make any girl really happy and lucky to be with you.” Saying those words aloud had her face feeling as red as her suit.

“Luck is your department, LB,” he grinned. “I imagine admirers are chasing you left and right.”

“Not in any serious manner,” Adrien’s corny and outlandish attempts to get her attention came to mind. He was just a flirt by nature, hardly what someone would consider a real admirer. “I… I’d be happy to go on a date with somebody who really liked me though.”

He gave her a thoughtful look that made her pause.

She stood up suddenly. “I mean, not just anybody! Like… if I knew they actually liked me, then I might give it a chance? Depending on the person.”

Chat Noir smiled again, patiently letting her ramble as usual.

She took a deep breath to collect herself. “It doesn’t matter how experienced you are with dating, at least that’s what I think. If she’s a nice person then she’ll also understand and you’ll both get through it together. You just have to be yourself.”

“You’re right as always, Little Lady,” he sighed. Her stomach did a flip at the soft sound of his voice. “You know, you do give the best advice.”

Balance, she reminded herself. Tightrope.

But he spoke again, “I can always count on you to cheer me up if things go wrong, can’t I?”

The words were kind—like a soft breeze—which was just enough to throw off her careful, barely established balance; just enough information to tip her over to the fact that he must have been talking about some other girl if at the end of the day he could still find comfort in her, his partner.

And so she fell. Or, well, she’d fallen for him a long time ago. What did she expect? Something happier, she’d hoped. Something more similar to catching herself with her yo-yo, lifting back up to soar instead of her hopes tumbling down.

“Ladybug?”

She took a second to glance down at the ground where her heart felt like it had dropped. From their high position on the Eiffel, it was a long way down. For how much she loved him, she wasn’t sure just how her heart would break. Shatter like glass? Crumble to pieces? Or would it plummet and dent the floor because it certainly felt as heavy as lead when she turned to face Chat Noir, an achingly sweet melancholy painted on face as he smiled at her.

“Of course you can count on me. You and me against it all,” she assured, holding out her hand to help him up. It was time to go, after all.

He grinned as he stood, “Everything from akumas to heartbreak.”

She gave a weak laugh in reply. “Good night, Chat.”

“Good night, Little Lady.”

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #chat noir #ladybug #justafewsmallsteps #Jelly art #the other way around #Reversal au #Jelly fic

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the-delta-42 · 3 years

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Miracles

Follow up of Revealed

Miracles

Gabriel looked at the miraculouses in his hand, he could bring Emilie back. Gabriel suddenly shook his head, no, he already knew what he was going to do, and he wasn’t about to back out on it. The past is the past, and Ms. Dupain-Cheng deserved to have a life to live.

“Plagg, Tikki,” Said Gabriel, making the Kwami look up at him, “Unify.”

Both Kwami were sucked into their miraculouses, Gabriel felt the pure power coursing through him, he felt like a god.

“Gabriel Agreste.” Said an ancient voice, “You have combined creation and destruction into one, what is your wish?”

“There is a girl, a child, that had her life cut too short.” Said Gabriel, making the voice chuckle.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Creations chosen.” Said the voice, “Her life would’ve been long and prosperous.”

“I wish for you to bring her back.” Said Gabriel, eliciting another chuckle from the voice.

“This desire is borne of regret, compassion and humility.” Said the voice, “Had you wished for your wife, you’re world would’ve been destroyed. There is a consequence to this, the girl may live, but you will fall.”

“I maintain my stance.” Affirmed Gabriel, tensing himself.

“Gabriel Agreste,” Said the voice, “Your wish…is granted.”

Gabriel felt an intense burning in his hand and ears, before he tore the miraculouses off himself. He stood in the middle of his office, for a moment he was worried he’d taken them off too soon. Gabriel froze, he could smell burning toast, Adrien was still in his room and Nathalie and Adrien’s bodyguard weren’t the snacking type, so where was it coming from. Half of his face felt numb, he lifted his foot and came crashing down, knocking his computer off his desk as he fell. Where was he? Gabriel knew where he was but couldn’t recognise it. He attempted to stand up, only to find his arms and legs weren’t working together. Thing suddenly became blurry, where was he? How did he get here? Who was that screaming?

Arnold sighed at the sight of the girl on the slab, some days he really hated his job, children had so much to live for and for one to be taken by cancer was a great tragedy.

“Subject is a young female, approximately 15 to 16 years of age, Caucasian-Asian descent.” Said Arnold, after pressing record on the tape, “Doctor Arnold Halesworth performing autopsy.”

“I am making a y-incision in the subject’s abdominal region-” Arnold sword loudly, making a nurse outside the room knock on the door.

“Doctor, is everything alright?” Asked the Nurse, poking her head through.

“This ‘cadaver’,” Said Arnold, pressing down on the incision he made, “is still alive.”

The nurse froze, before running off to find some of her colleagues and a gurney.

Sabine woke up to her eyes itching, something that’d become common following Marinette’s death. The Bakery had been closed in the week following her death, the hospital, no doubt trying to cover itself, had decided to perform an autopsy on Marinette. Sabine jumped when the phone suddenly started ringing.

“Hello?” Asked Sabine, answering the phone, Tom standing in the doorway behind her.

“Hello, Mrs. Cheng?” Sabine recognised the voice of Dr. Bates, the Doctor who’s team had taken over the care of the cancer patients after the incident with the nurses came to light.

“Dr. Bates,” Said Sabine, her voice scratching, “can I ask why you’re calling?”

“It’s a bit difficult to explain,” Said Dr Bates, sounding nervous and confused, “Our mortician was performing the autopsy of your daughter, and, well, found that she was still alive.”

Sabine froze, the phone falling from her grip. Tom picked up the phone, listening to Dr Bates and, within an hour, Sabine found herself staring at Marinette’s prone body in an ICU bed.

“By all accounts, it doesn’t make sense,” Said Dr Bates, looking over the file, “Her heart and breathing ceased, and we were able to declare her brain dead.”

“Is that everything?” Asked Tom, making Dr Bates look at him.

“Actually, theres more,” Said Dr Bates, handing them a scan, “That is your daughter’s scan from two weeks ago,” She handed them another, “This is the scan from two hours ago.”

“But, the one from today doesn’t have anything on it.” Said Tom, as Dr Bates frowned.

“Precisely,” Confirmed Dr Bates, “It’s as if the cancer decided up and leave.”

“But she’s going to be okay?” Asked Sabine, taking her eyes of Marinette for the first time.

“As soon as we’re able to confirm her recovery, we’ll see that she’s discharged and placed in remission.” Said Dr Bates, just as a new patient was admitted.

“White male, mid-to-late forties, burns to his right hand and ears, suffered a stroke before an ambulance was called.” Said the EMT, as the gurney was rushed past Tom and Sabine.

The couple nearly blanched at the sight of Gabriel Agreste, looking as if he’d been tortured, was rushed past them. Tom spotted Adrien being guided to a waiting area by an orderly and went over to him.

“Can, can I go in and see her?” Asked Sabine, looking back at Marinette.

Dr Bates was silent for a second, “I don’t see why not.”

Dr Bates opened the door for Sabine, who went directly to her daughter’s bedside and grabbed her hand. Dr Bates watched Sabine sit in the chair, her eyes not leaving her daughter.

She was confused, where was she? What was she doing? Why is she in a coffin? Emilie climbed out of the tube, rubbing her eyes as she walked towards what she thought was the exit. Emilie froze, she’d been sick, Duusuu was broken. But she was awake. Emilie grinned, before running to her and Gabriel’s room, intent on finding out how he’d fixed the miraculous. She ran into Nathalie, almost knocking the woman over.

“Emilie?” Asked the woman, her jaw hanging open.

“Nathalie!” Grinned Emilie, looking behind her, “Where’s Gabriel and Adrien?”

“They, they’re at the hospital,” Said Nathalie, staring at Emilie, “H-how are you…?”

Emilie froze, “I thought Gabriel fixed the Miraculous.”

Nathalie nodded her head, “It wasn’t enough to bring you back, Gabriel was going after the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses.”

Emilie’s smile dropped, “Did Gabriel sacrifice my son, Nathalie?”

Nathalie shook her head, “No, Adrien had the Cat Miraculous, the Ladybug holder’s Miraculous caused her death.”

“And how did she die?” Demanded Emilie, her mind already going to the worst.

“Leukaemia.” Said Nathalie, swallowing, “After her death, Gabriel was given both Miraculouses by Adrien, with the hope of bringing her back.”

“Nathalie,” Said Emilie, slowly, “who is receiving treatment at the hospital?”

“Gabriel.” Was the one-word answer.

“Get Simon and get the car ready.” Said Emilie, reaching for her coat, “Where’s my coat?”

“Amalie took them.” Said Nathalie, getting a scowl from Emilie.

“Typical.”

Sabine stroked Marinette’s knuckles with her thumb, the heart monitor steadily beeping. Sabine stiffened when Marinette’s grip tightened and then slacked.

“M-Marinette?” Asked Sabine, as she stood up.

Marinette’s face scrunched up, before she rolled over, pulled the tube out of mouth and threw up over the side of the bed. Marinette rolled and looked up at Sabine.

“Maman?” Asked Marinette, her voice weak.

Sabine let out a sob, before she pulled Marinette into her embrace. Tom stopped when he opened the door, Adrien standing behind him.

“Tom, Marinette’s awake!” Wept Sabine, the girl looking tired and confused.

“M-Maman, can you stop rocking me please, I’m gonna-” Marinette was cut off as she threw up, “Why does my stomach hurt?”

“They’d just started an autopsy when they realised you were alive.” Said Tom, as Marinette’s gaunt face looked up at him in horror.

“And if they didn’t do the autopsy?” Asked Marinette, as Dr Bates arrived.

“Then, there’s every chance you us accidentally burying you alive.” Said Tom, quietly.

“Oh.” Said Marinette, before she fainted.

“I’ll get the smelling salts.” Said an orderly, leaving the room.

Dr Bates looked at the puddle of vomit on the bed and the floor, “Well, at least we know the last thing she ate without cutting her open.”

Alya looked down at her phone screen. The class hadn’t hung out since Marinette died, now Adrien was calling her phone.

“Alright, Sunshine, this better be important.” Said Alya, before her eyes widened, and her phone fell from her hand.

Adrien looked at the doors as they swung open, expecting to see Alya and Nino, but instead saw his, presumed, dead mother stalking in, with Nathalie behind her.

“I’m looking for someone under the name Agreste.” Said His mother, not clocking Adrien.

The receptionist scowled, without looking up, and pointed towards Adrien, “Ask the kid with banana-shaped hair.”

His mother’s face went red, before Nathalie turned her head towards Adrien for her. Emilie froze when she saw her son. She slowly approached him, getting into arms reach of him. A second passed, before she grabbed him and practically smothered him.

“Maman?” Whispered Adrien, making Emilie look down at him.

“It’s me, sweetie.” Whispered Emilie, as Adrien seemingly broke in her arms.

Marinette looked up as Adrien entered the room, a blonde woman behind him. Marinette waved, not taking the straw in her mouth out of the drink. Adrien gave Marinette a small smile, before holding his hand out. Marinette reached out for it, only for Adrien to drop two small studs into her hand. Marinette froze, before putting her drink down and putting the studs in her ears. Tikki formed in front of her, the Kwami stared at her, before tears welled up in her eyes.

Tikki launched herself at Marinette’s face, gripping the girl’s cheek and she cried. Adrien had to admit, seeing Tikki hug Marinette’s face while the girl still had a straw in her mouth was kinda funny.

Marinette looked around her room, Dr Bates had given Marinette some antibiotics and some other medication to help her get her weight back up. Adrien had filled her in on what happened after her death. How Gabriel had united the Miraculouses and brought Marinette back, Tikki had explained that Emilie had been returned as a reward for Gabriel’s actions.

The resultant price, for Gabriel, however, was far more severe. After the Miraculouses had irreparably damaged his right hand and his hearing, then he had a stroke that took his legs and his ability to design from him. Gabriel had said that the Voice, Tikki called them Null, said that uniting the Miraculouses would cause Gabriel to fall.

Today was her first day back at school. Her first day at restarting her life.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #tom dupain #sabine cheng #alya cesaire #emilie agreste #Tikki #dr bates #delta writes #revealed #gabriel agreste redemption

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arolla-pine · 3 years

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The Night - p.3

(3) – Troubles

“What are you doing here, Wayzz?”, Marinette asked, perfectly aware how unambiguous the situation was that Master Fu’s kwami interrupted.

“My Master and all Miraculouses are in danger!”, kwami said ignoring ex-superheroes’ embarrassment. “Master sent me to bring help. He gave me clear instructions that I should find both of you. Thankfully you’ve been here together because there’s a chance I’ll tell you everything.”

“So tell us since we don’t have time to lose…”, Marinette encouraged him trying to keep her dress on her shoulders.

“Couldn’t Master Fu come here?”, Adrien asked at the same moment.

“He had no time for transformation,” Wayzz explained. “He’d been expecting this attack for a while, so he hid the Miraculous Box in a safe place. Even I don’t know where it is. Just in case the villain took over the Turtle Miraculous and I would be forced to obey my new master’s orders. Master Fu left you some hints that should lead you to that hiding place. He planned to send you a message but he lost that chance since we almost fell into a trap. Master will abandon his Miraculous soon. He’ll hide it in a place you should know, Marinette. Do you remember the code?”

“What code?”

“Do you remember the hiding place of the Miraculous Box?”

“The Box is still there?”, Marinette asked with hope.

“No. You should find there the bracelet. I mean – me. And I hope it will be you, not the villain. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to do the evil a service like Nooroo once did.”

Adrien felt remorse as always when he remembered what his father, Gabriel Agreste, had done to Paris just to bring his beloved wife back. Even if the only son was the price for that wish… After three years that betrayal ached Adrien like a splinter in his heart.

“Master Fu chose the hints wisely that would be useless for the villain…”, Wayzz continued. “You should manage to deal with them, Marinette. Do you remember the code?”, he repeated insistently.

“It’s been ages since then…”, the girl whined. “I have no idea if I remember that!”

“You have to trust your intuition and memory. You’re a good observer. You’ve seen Master Fu opening the gramophone. You should figure out the combination. You must be hurry to find it before the villain will do it. Then you’ll follow the rest of hints to find, eventually, the Miraculous Box. Probably you’ll need other superheores’ help. Master said that you should choose holders for the first circle of Miraculouses which are the most powerful. Only then you’ll succeed with setting Master Fu free.”

“He’s imprisoned?!”, both ex-superheroes exclaimed.

“Not yet, if we’re still talking… That means he hasn’t abandoned his bracelet yet. But I can feel a disturbance of the energy balance, so probably I’ll disappear soon. Master Fu will have to take off the bracelet and hide it at the gramophone early enough to mislead the villain and get caught far away from the hidden place. But if he had no other choice, he’ll renounce the function of the Great Guardian. It’s risky, but Master Fu will sacrifice himself if that’s the last option. Just to let you win and save the Miraculouses.”

“Will he die then?”, Adrien asked.

“No. But he’ll forget about the Miraculouses and everything that’s related to them. That’s the rule of the Guardians. When Master thinks it’s hopeless or he’s getting tired of resistance he’ll renounce this function and you’ll be a new Guardian, Marinette.”

“But…”, she hesitated. “I know nothing about the Miraculouses! Just a few things that Master Fu managed to teach me three years ago…”

“That should be enough for the start. Follow the hints and you’ll find the grimoire. You’ll find there all information you need.”

“But it’s coded! Oh, another code…”, Marinette protested.

“Master spent some time during last three years on decoding the grimoire. I think that one of the hints left by Master will lead you to this book. Just remember to be careful with choosing your allies. You can trust only closest friends! Don’t spread the secret over too many people…”

“Who are we fighting against?”, Adrien asked.

“Master Fu said that this villain is much more dangerous than Hawkmoth. Dangerous even without a Miraculous…”

“How did Master discover that?”

“The Great Guardian has no time for a break or relax. Master Fu has always known what to do to protect the Miraculous Box. He also can feel the threat. He found out the danger just in time, almost too late… What a pity he didn’t have the opportunity to personally assign this mission to you. You have to trust your intuition and remember the old times.”

“We even don’t have our Miraculouses!”, Adrien reminded.

“Master couldn’t send them by me. It was too dangerous! If the villain took over the Miraculous of Ladybug and Cat Noir, that would be the end of the world we know…”

“How will we find them?”

“By following hints, guidance, signs… They will be obvious for you but not necessarily for the villain. However… You cannot take it for sure. Eventually, she knows you, even though she didn’t know that you were Ladybug and Cat Noir…”

“You know who’s the villain?!”, Marinette exclaimed in shock.

“It’s Vol…”

And at that moment, Wayzz disappeared.

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#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #fanfic #adrinette #adrienette #The Night #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Adult Marinette #Adult Adrien #after reveal #relationship #three years after That Day

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black-streak · 4 years

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Ooh can I request something really fluffy with Timinette? It can be anything...just really fluffy~~~

Free range? Just whatever I want as long as it's fluffy? Oh anon, you don't know what you've done! I don't know exactly what your definition of fluff is, but I went a direction I hope you weren't even slightly expecting.

I love this. This was great to write. I hope you enjoy it as well. Let me know you guy's thoughts in the comments!

This is the last prompt from the spitefest. (Which seems wrong, I think a prompt or two might've been eaten by tumblr? Not sure) Either way, it's been a lot of fun and I'm thankful for all the support for this amazing ship that deserves so much love. Without further ado.

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Nothing terrified Tim more than when Damian reached out for his help. Not that his little brother scared him in particular, more that, well, Tim was a last resort only. Damian rarely sought help and on the chance he did, it usually ended up Dick or Alfred. Cass or Babs if not. Jason if he ended up in a stickier situation. Tim was reserved for when the whole family left town.

So understandably, he felt trepidation at the name flashing across the screen. Especially directly after an attack from Poison Ivy. Or rather evasion. Whatever. Point is, she likely poisoned or otherwise drugged someone and somehow Tim ended up the go to.

Biting the bullet, he answered, cutting to the chase, "What happened?"

"No name has been drugged. She ran off before I could pin her down. Looked to be in the direction of the studio. Whatever she was hit with seems to have an… interesting effect on her animal instincts. I would not have called, but she always seems to accept you the most when they act up."

Shit. No Name was the moniker they assigned Marinette whenever they couldn't recognize the combination of miraculouses she wore at the time and refused to come up with anymore names. They wanted to use only one for all her identities but couldn't argue the benefits of not allowing the rogues to know it was all the same person. Which was all fine if it didn't mean he had no idea what "animalistic tendencies" were being affected.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke up, "You said she was heading towards her studio."

"Do not make me repeat myself Drake. Just find her and fix this mess." Despite the snappish tone, he could hear the concern hidden there.

"I'm heading out now. I'll let you know when I find her." He hung up without waiting for a response, knowing the brat appreciated the promise but not being hung up on. Shouldn't have snapped at him then.

He headed out, deciding to leave his gear at home. Robin would stay out and close by until given the all clear, but approaching her in costume seemed like a good way to get attacked. Better to present as a non threat.

Slipping into her workplace that she thankfully gave him the access code to, bypassing her security system seemed invasive even in this situation, he shut the door and relocked it softly behind him only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight before him.

Whatever animal she had resembled before would remain a mystery as she had detransformed and possibly changed based on the overly soft looking fuzzy shorts and tank top she wore. Or maybe those were pajamas? He couldn't tell, he hadn't seen them before. Maybe a new piece left here? That however couldn't capture his attention enough to draw away from the giant mess of fabrics, yarn, fluffy blankets, and plush pillows all piled into a corner of the room where she seemed to be building a giant nest of sorts with a single minded concentration as though nothing else mattered except making the most decadent, luxurious floor bed ever.

Alright. This could be worse. Hopefully she wasn't overly protective of the… nest. He'd go with nest for now.

She stepped away as though to assess her work and he chose that moment to make his presence known.

"Mari? Is it okay if I join you over there?"

She perked up, spinning around and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her eyes were blown wide, clearly not fully here. Upon catching him within her sights, she made a little squeak before rushing towards him.

He tensed in preparation only for her to stop before him, wrapping her hands around his biceps and raise to her tiptoes to rub her cheek against his in a long, drawn out motion. It startled him to the point of complacency as she moved around behind him,hands sometimes bracing on his lower back as she pressed her forehead into the middle of his back in a nudging motion, slowly herding him over towards the pile.

He planted his feet once they reached the edge and received a whine in response. She moved to tug him forward, dropping her weight down towards the soft fabrics at the same time to pull him off balance. He twisted at the last second to land beside her only to immediately have the nest start shifting around him as she adjusted it about, trying to mold it further to his form.

Okay. So not possessive of the nest.

As this happened, she began to hunker down, a throaty type of happy noise permeating the air around them as she incorporated him slowly into the build. Once presumably happy with the set up, Marinette pressed herself bodily on top of him, nestled between his legs and nosing at his neck.

With the soft nuzzling being the only motion, he finally came out of his stupor, raising a hand to stroke down her back in a soothing motion as he carefully pulled out his phone. He managed to send out a text to Damian, letting him know he had found her and they were indeed in the studio before she swiped the device from his hands and buried it within some of the yarn. She was going to be so pissed off about the mess when she came to.

With the phone out of reach, she turned to pout up at him, leaning down to nip his collarbone in reprimand.

"Hey!" Tim yelped, body jolting beneath her which only prompted her to press further against him in an almost pin.

"Don't like it."

"The phone?"

"Don't like."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

She hummed and leaned forward to press her face to the side of his again. It almost felt like she was scenting him.

Before he could think further on that, the window flew open, Robin dropping into the room, prompting a growl from the woman above him.

"Why are you here? I told you, I found her."

"I asked how she was fairing. You didn't respond."

"She's fine."

"Then why is she literally growling?" He snarked, stepping further into the room.

"Well, she wasn't being aggressive until some blundering idiot decided to barge in with no respect for her space."

"Sure. That's why she has you caught in her grasp." He flippantly responded, slowly moving closer the way he would if she were a wounded animal, "just let me help you out."

"I had it under control."

With every step closer, even as Damian lowered himself onto her level, the growling increased, her hands tightening their grip on Tim's shoulders where they'd been resting. Once deemed too close, she snapped her teeth in his direction, raising slightly more into what looked like a… protective position? She chose this moment to speak, bringing everything to a standstill.

"Mine."

Okay. So she was possessive like this.

"What?" Damian asked, startled into taking a step away.

"Mine," she snapped her teeth again, blown gaze fixed in a glare at the boy, "back off."

"Is she claiming you?" Damian threw him a bewildered look.

"I… guess so?"

Damian went silent, taking a step back once more. The growling lowering to almost nothing, but the glare stayed firmly placed on him. Her hands relaxed incrementally from their hold. Damian noticed.

"What the fuck is going on, Drake?"

"Mine. My mate." She answered for them.

Damian's eyes went wide at the same time Tim's did. Before either could respond, she bit out another word, "Out."

Both flinched at the severity of the anger in her tone. With one last glance at Tim, Damian backed off, heading back out the window.

"Update me on her status."

"Will do," he mumbled, staring up at her as she watched the boy close the window and take off back to the manor.

The moment he was fully out of sight, Marinette slumped back down onto him, exhausted from the display. His arms moved naturally to wrap around her and was rewarded with a content sigh, her head tilting back, nose nudging into his adam's apple prompting a rough swallow. This seemed only to encourage Mari, prompting her to start her previous nuzzling session anew.

Tim settled back into the nest. It was wonderfully comfortable and she didn't look inclined to let him up any time soon, happy hums and sighs flowing in a steady stream above her captive. He might as well just accept his fate.

#maribat #ml x dc #timinette #timari #last prompt!#back to our regularly scheduled programming #Mari might be a little possessive

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gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights · 4 years

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Rating: G

Summary: An offhand curiosity leads to Ladybug and Chat Noir riding his baton up as high as it can go. Or, as high as it can go before they get distracted. (It's just nerves about the height that has Ladybug's stomach in knots, she swears.) Ladynoir oneshot for @lovesquarefluffweek, dedicated to @rosekasa who made me a ladynoir stan

Word Count: 3511

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Marinette rested her hands on her hips, watching in amusement as her partner finished wedging his staff in the crack in the dilapidated rooftop.

“This is a horrible idea,” she said idly.

His tongue stuck out as he tried wiggling the stick, ensuring that it was secured fast. “Come on, Bugaboo, none of your ideas have ever been horrible.”

Strictly speaking, this wasn’t her idea. She’d only wondered how far Chat’s baron could extend, if its length was as infinite as her yo-yo’s string. It was her ridiculous, adrenaline-junkie partner who wanted to ride the baton up as far as it could go.

Not that it was that dangerous, really. They’d done it a few times to scout for some akuma or another during attacks. Besides, it would be nice to see the city from such a height without a threat looming over them—or below them.

“It wasn’t an idea. It was a question,” she still said on principle. “I didn’t think you were actually going to test it.”

He rested his chin on the top of the baton and grinned. “How long have you known me? I’m not majoring in Physics for nothing.”

“You’re not majoring in Physics.” She leaned in to flick his nose, which only made him grin wider. “Not for another two months, and not ever if you become a pancake by pulling some stupid stunt before then.”

“How could I hurt myself? I’ll have my amazing partner right there to catch me if I fall.” He winked.

Her stomach twisted like pretzel dough—from nerves about the height, that was all.

“Don’t go treating me like a parachute, kitty. I’ll be more likely to rip my arm out of its socket if I have to yo-yo us out of this.”

Or she’d have to use Lucky Charm and hope for an actual parachute, but it probably wouldn’t come to that. Silly as her kitty could be, he never let her down when it mattered.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be extra careful, I Pawmise.” He crossed his heart with one claw, still grinning like he was already on top of the world.

Ridiculous or not, this idea was worth it just to see him so excited. He’d been bouncing all night since she’d agreed.

“You’d better,” she warned, though her voice was warm.

His grin reached Cheshire proportions as he wrapped one arm securely around the metal staff and extended the other to her. “One catapult, going up.”

“Oh no.” She laughed. “Points for the pun, but please don’t tell me you’re going to launch us.”

“I already said I’ll be careful. Don’t tell me the fearless Ladybug is actually scared?”

“Pffff, you wish. You just want me to hold on tighter.” Her fingers threaded through his teasingly before slipping out just as he tried to kiss her knuckles.

His lips pursed in a pout. “You know me too well, my Lady. ...But seriously, please hold on. I know you can catch yourself if you have to, but I’d really rather not drop you in the first place.”

“That makes two of us.”

She wrapped one arm around his waist and secured the other at his shoulder. His feet lifted off the ground to brace against the staff, leaving his thigh as a comfortable seat.

Enjoying this, huh? She almost expected him to tease as she snuggled closer—because she did want to be safe. It was almost disappointing when he neglected to quip though. Maybe she wasn’t clinging tightly enough after all.

“So high do you think we’ll go?” He asked, holding her by the waist as she finished getting settled. “Think we’ll be dodging planes tonight?”

“I doubt it. Even if we technically could go that high, we shouldn’t. It’ll be freezing up there.”

“What, afraid I won’t be able to keep you warm?” He teased with a gentle nuzzle to the size of her head.

Had it always been this difficult to keep from leaning into his touch? Not that she couldn’t, but, well—if she gave into his jokes, he’d have no reason to continue.

“Why don’t you just focus on getting us up there at all.” She kept her voice flat, hiding any trace of that brief thought.

“Whatever you say, Bugaboo.”

For all his earlier joking, their ascent started fairly slow, more like an elevator than a catapult. It gave her plenty of time to take in the sights below—the warm lights flickering from windows, divided by the dark swath of the Seine. Streets radiating out from the Arc de Triomphe like spokes on a wheel, cars inching their way down them like little lightningbugs. And of course, the Eiffel Tower, sparkling in the distance, a homing beacon that never failed to bring a smile to her lips.

Paris. Their city.

“Pretty amazing, huh,” Chat breathed beside her. With their arms around each other and the glittering lights below, it was easy to pretend they were rulers surveying their kingdom.

...Chat had must have been calling Marinette Princess too much. Or else his My Lady’s were going to her head.

Royal daydreams or not, though, there was no one she’d rather have beside her—no one else she could have beside her. And not just because it was his baton that held them aloft, his embrace that made her feel as secure as if she stood on solid ground. She would have been crushed under the weight of her superhero mantle if he weren’t there to share it. Staring down at just how many people depended on them, it was impossible to forget that.

“Does it ever feel like too much?” She whispered the doubt that had been nagging at her more and more lately. She tried to stay strong for the team’s morale, but when it was just her partner and the hushed sky, her necessary barriers wore thin.

“Does what feel like too much?” He replied just as quietly. His face turned to hers, emerald irises glinting in the moonlight, closer than she’d prepared herself to handle.

The pretzel twist in her stomach made a reappearance, but she was hardly thinking about the height.

“You know. All of this.” She couldn’t let go to gesture to the glowing city beneath them, but he seemed to understand anyway. “We’re the only ones standing between all of them and two adult supervillains. And even after all these years, we still haven’t found them.”

Her voice cracked a little on that last sentence. The uncomfortable truth they’d been dancing around for the last few months—longer, really, but it became more and more urgent as lycee ended and they prepared to go to University. Most of their team of miraculous wielders (not Chat, of course) would be leaving Paris. This was the last summer they would be together, and the last summer they could be kids, only they hadn’t really been kids for four years now thanks to Hawkmoth and Mayura—

And maybe that was why she agreed to this crazy idea. Because they were kids, dang it, and she deserved to do something silly and dumb with the one person she trusted more than anyone in the world. She wanted to spend time with him outside of taking down Hawkmoth’s villain of the day. She wanted them to just be together.

Wait. Not together, together—just, like, as friends. Who could spend time together without wearing magical suits and masks. She wanted to sew them matching shirts, and text him cat memes at two a.m., and kick his butt at video games. Which she could do as Marinette, but—she wanted him to know it was her, too.

The sheer force of that longing took her by surprise, and only multiplied her hatred for Hawkmoth a hundredfold.

“Hey, Little Bug,” Chat said softly. His arm tightening around her dissolved the complicated web of her thoughts. “We’re going to find him. And it’s not just us anymore. Pegasus is analyzing all the data Rena’s collected, remember? And we’ve got her and Carapace alternating patrols with Ryuuko and Viperion. We can even call in Queen Bee or Bunnyx or King Monkey if we need to. We’ve never been closer to taking Hawkmoth down.”

He was right. They weren’t alone. They never would’ve survived the combined powers of Hawkmoth and Mayura if it weren’t for their team, especially since sentimonsters started regularly joining the fray two years ago.

Still, there was something about sitting with Chat among the pinprick stars that brought her back to before then. When it was just the two of them against the world.

Was it weird that she sometimes missed that?

“I know,” she murmured. Her forehead leaned against his chest, where the steady thump-thump of his heart calmed her own. “Sorry, Chat. I shouldn’t worry.”

“I don’t think anyone could stop you from worrying.” His chin rested on her head, his warmth and familiar scent cocooning her. Roses and leather and cheese, juxtaposed in a way that was so uniquely him. “I doubt Paris would still be standing if you didn’t worry. But it’s going to be okay. I promise.”

The rational part of her brain wanted to ask how he could say that. The newspapers cried out against them at every mistake, at every day that drew them closer to the fifth anniversary of Hawkmoth’s appearance.

But the other part of her brain, the part that had worked in tandem with him long enough that trusting him was second nature, calmed at his reassurance.

“Who knows,” he continued. “Maybe we’ll kick Hawkmoth’s butt before summer ends, and then we can throw a party before everyone splits for University. The whole team can show up. We’ll get Multimouse to bring the pastries. Carapace can blast us some sick tunes. I’m sure Queen Bee can get us a venue…”

Marinette giggled at the thought of all the miraculous wielders, unmasked and just hanging out like normal friends, no more worries than what they were going to do in University. Alix and Kim would probably (definitely) end up in some kind of competition, powered by their miraculouses or not. Luka would serenade Kagami with his guitar instead of Viperion’s lyre. Speaking of which, Marinette wondered if Adrien’s brief stint as Aspik would mean he would be there… and how he would get along with Chat Noir. For some reason, she had a feeling it would be odd to see them together.

Regardless, it was a dream worth fighting for. A dream worth hoping for.

“I’m sure Multimouse would love that,” she said, hiding her smirk against his collarbone. By the time such a party could happen, Chat would know the truth about her dual identity, anyway. “I know I would.”

“There’s only one thing that would make it better.” Chat’s voice turned teasing.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

He didn’t answer as they passed through a cloud, the dampness much colder and all around wetter than she was prepared for. She shivered and sneezed, feeling her pigtails cling to the back of her neck. Chat chuckled and brushed them aside. His claws lingered for the briefest of moments on the sliver of skin between her suit and hairline.

“A private party,” he said softly. “Just the two of us, before everyone else.”

She pulled back just enough to see his eyes again, intending to tease him about what kind of party he was asking for—but the sincerity and softness in his features stopped her short.

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah. So we can… I mean, I know I want…” he swallowed for a moment before quietly finishing, “I want you to be the first one to know who I am.”

They didn’t talk about revealing their identities often—mostly because she made it clear that they couldn’t, and she already thought about it enough without tempting either of them by saying it out loud. He was Chat Noir, her partner and best friend, no matter who he was under the mask.

But maybe they should talk about it more, if he thought she would want anything else.

“Of course, Kitty.” Carefully, since they were hundreds of kilometers in the air, she moved the arm at his waist to wrap around the back of his neck instead. A few of his damp locks tickled her fingers even though the suit. “I’ve always wanted you to be the first, too.”

His smile could’ve powered the whole city below. “Then it’s settled. Pegasus finds Hawkbutt next week. We storm the castle, Queen Bee Venoms him and Mayura, you rip their miraculouses off, we pound it, and we throw the biggest party Paris has ever seen.”

His optimism, if unrealistic, was contagious. She felt the hope untangling knots in her chest as she laughed again.

“I should’ve left the planning to you, Chaton. Maybe then we’d have beaten Hawkmoth already.”

“Nah, we all know you’re the brains of the operation, Bugaboo. I’m just here to look pretty.” He flipped his soggy hair, and his bangs hit his forehead with a fwap.

She couldn’t help the laugh that burst from her. “You’re such a dork. I love you.”

He froze solid as one of Style Queen’s statues. She half expected him to turn to gold, for his warmth to bleed out like the color currently draining from her face.

She said—

She’d said she loved him.

She’d said she loved him, and the words had come out as easy as breathing, as sure as the pounding of her heart. How—why? She didn’t love him, not like that, she couldn’t couldn’t she’d told herself that long ago—

But any denials caught in her lungs, trapped like the dark butterflies snared by her yo-yo. Only when the words were fully purified were they released again.

“I—I love you,” she whispered.

She hadn’t meant to say it once, much less twice—but with the repetition the truth of it snapped firmly into place. She didn’t know when her kitty had snuck past her defenses, slipped past her blinding crush on Adrien, dodged all the logical reasons she had for not falling for him.

But he had.

She loved Chat Noir. Of course she did.

“You—but you—is there an akuma?” He stammered, eyes wide and disbelieving. She’d been turning down his off-and-on (mostly on) flirting for four years now; of course he wouldn’t assume she was serious.

“No, Kitty.” Her laugh felt suffocating. After all this time she’d been trying to confess to Adrien, and now, when her target was her Kitty, her mouth didn’t give her a choice.

Maybe that was for the best. She would always have a special place in her heart for Adrien, but Chat—Chat was her home. Her partner, her friend, her everything.

The twisting in her stomach finally unwound, swelling into something that she could hardly contain. His face was so close, his lips still parted from the three words she’d dropped on him. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss the shock from his face, until he melted in her arms, until they both believed this was real.

But Chat had always respected her boundaries, and she would do the same for him. Besides, what if he didn’t feel the same anymore, if his flirting was just habit? And she’d just blurted out her feelings before even she realized them—what if she ruined the comfortable companionship they shared?

No. No, she knew better than that. Even if he didn’t feel the same, nothing could tear the two of them apart.

“I know I’m late, but—if you still want me—”

“My Lady.” She felt more than heard the tremor of emotion in his voice. “I’ll always want you. I always have.”

Was this real? How had she gone from flirting with her partner to baring her heart to him? The liquid moonlight washed aside her walls. His golden hair was spun silver in its glow, and her hands ran through it involuntarily. She was lucky Chat had returned his grip to her waist, because otherwise she might have accidentally slipped off him.

As much as his words made her feel like she could fly, it was best not to test that theory.

“Thanks for waiting for me, Chaton.” She rested her forehead against his, still shaking with the realization and love and longing and—how had she ignored this feeling? How long had she wanted him to kiss her senseless before her mind would admit it?

It didn’t matter. She knew now, and the electricity that sparked between them wouldn’t let her forget anytime soon.

“You know I’d wait forever for you. I love you.” His breath fanned across her cheeks, soft and hot and everything she hoped his lips would be. “I love you so so much, Ladybug, I—”

He might be willing to wait forever, but she wasn’t. Her lips consumed whatever it was he was going to say next—

And all she knew was that he tasted like coming home.

He matched her passion with a surprising sweetness. It wasn’t the intense kiss she was expecting, but maybe that was for the best. He was the only thing keeping them from plummeting to the ground far below, and distracting him probably wasn’t the best idea, but frankly after that first touch of lips she was so gone they could’ve fallen and she wouldn’t have noticed—

He yelped against her mouth. Had she done something wrong? She hadn’t kissed a boy since Luka two years ago, but she couldn’t be that bad—

Oh. She hadn’t noticed.

Gravity really wasn’t supposed to be tugging in that direction. And the wind wasn’t supposed to be blowing up.

And Chat’s baton wasn’t supposed to be slipping through his fingers.

Gah! She barely had time to think as his arms tightened around her middle so he was hugging her from below. What was he thinking? Did he expect to cushion her fall?

Jolting out of oh-my-gosh-I’m-kissing-Chat mode, she threw her yo-yo from her hip and lassoed the still-upright baton. Only miraculous magic could be holding it steady, especially when she yanked them towards it—

And in a jumble of limbs and string, she promptly tangled them against the metal length.

She heard a sharp crack, followed by a dizzy groan.

“Chat, oh my gosh, are you okay?” The world was still spinning; she couldn’t turn to see him. Mostly because her back was pressed flush against his chest.

“Purrfectly fine, my Lady.” His laugh sounded near her ear. “I always knew you’d sweep me off my feet.”

She rolled her eyes, unsure if she wanted to laugh or groan. She was so stupid. Making out with Chat with nothing but a pole holding them up? Yes, that sounded like something from her romantic fantasies (which she wasn’t supposed to have with him, but—shh), but she should’ve known better in real life!

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?” She muttered.

He hummed thoughtfully. That sound should not have made her shiver, she was just—it was just cold. Even though his body was hot against her back.

Yeah, she wasn’t kidding anyone.

“I could be purrsuaded to forget,” he said to her surprise.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” His chin rested on her shoulder. “For the low price of fifty more kisses.”

“Fifty?” She choked, face heating. Fifty brushes of his lips on hers, of his laugh filling her lungs— “I—I don’t know. Actually, you’re the one who let go of the staff. I might’ve kissed you first, but you’re the one who should be getting teased.”

“Fair enough. A hundred kisses, then. Fifty for me to forget, and fifty for you to forgive me for dropping you.”

“Bold words from a guy who couldn’t even handle kissing me once.” She would’ve flicked his bell if her arms weren’t trapped over his around her middle.

“Ah, it just means I need more practice!”

She twisted her head just enough to stick her tongue out at him. “You won’t get any practice if you don’t get us down from here.”

“Oh. Uh. About that… I can’t reach the button.” He laughed awkwardly. “You mind untangling us?”

The magical properties of her yo-yo meant she could still retract the string even tangled as it was, but it would take a minute to lasso them back to the baton properly this time.

“Only if you don’t mind falling again.”

“For you? Never,” he said with a quick kiss to her cheek.

She shook her head. She refused to be distracted by him this time, even if his smell was everywhere, more dizzying than their brief fall through the clouds.

“You’re such a dork.”

“But you love me,” he practically sang.

Despite the fact that they were hanging in an awkward position hundreds of meters in the air, her nerves vanished completely.

“Yeah, Kitty. I do.”

(That truth was far more important than learning how far Chat’s baton could extend, anyway.)

[And then next week they beat hawkbutt and ship him and nathalie off to jail and everyone in the whole team comforts Adrien and he and marinette live happily ever after with a hamster]

#ladynoir #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #fic tag #tali writes #lovesquarefluffweek2020 #no reveal here lads #other than marinette gettin her feelings revealed to her

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2manyfandoms2count · 4 years

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#LadynoirJuly Days 4 and 5

To avoid being too late on the prompts, I’m just going to combine some of them from now on! Hope the banter is satisfactory, I wasn’t quite sure I was doing it right... Enjoy! xxx

@ladynoirjuly2020

Read the previous entries: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3

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Days 4 and 5: Disguises and Banter

Ladybug waited outside the hospital, comfortably swaying in her long red and black dress. She was pretty satisfied with the design; she thought she’d nailed the elaborate XVIIIth century style, complete with small train, frills, ribbons and slightly puffy sleeves. The rich damask cloth, combined with the petticoat, kept her warm in the crisp October night air. It was going to be a cold winter.

Shrill sirens echoed from nearby streets, bringing her back to the matter at hand. She tried to ignore their meaning as she checked her Miracuphone for a sign of her partner. Out of all the days he could've chosen to be late, this one was possibly the worst. The children in the hospital weren't expecting the two Paris Heroes (they'd made sure to keep their visit under wraps to surprise them), but they were definitely waiting for their Halloween treats. And she wasn't going to disappoint them on that front.

As she was about to head inside, anxious to get to her mission, Chat Noir casually walked around the corner. In the semi-darkness of the street, she thought at first that he hadn't dressed up, but then she noticed his bandana and his large black shirt, taken in at the waist by his belt, from which his baton hung like a sword.

"'Evening, m'lady." He bowed as he approached. "Your nickname is particularly fitting tonight, may I presume I was a source of inspiration?" He quipped as he took in the majesty of her dress. As a designer's son, he could appreciate how much work must have gone into the gown, not to mention its accompanying feathered hairdo.

"Don't worry, they're not real. Wouldn’t want you to sneeze all over a bunch of kids, would we Chaton?" She smirked as she caught him looking apprehensively at her hair accessories. "Also, I like your costume, Westley, but couldn't you have gone for something a little more… original?" She asked. Not that it wasn't a good costume; she did very much like the Princess Bride and its hero. She also appreciated how handsome her partner looked with a more rugged look.

"Sorry, Bugaboo, it's been a busy week." He shrugged apologetically. "Also, I thought we were making our own costumes, sans the help of actual designers. I would've asked Marinette too, otherwise." He said pointedly, indicating the designer's embroidered logo at the bottom of the skirt.

Ladybug swore internally, while noting how much her partner paid attention to detail. She'd absentmindedly signed her work on her sketch, and forgotten to remove the gold stitching when she made it. She'd realised it a minute before leaving, and had counted on its discretion rather than risking being late. Oh well, as long as Chat believed she'd hired Marinette…

Chat continued his rant. "Plus you have it easy, as a woman. You can just slip on a dress to cover your costume! How am I supposed to cover all this leather, even a kilt wouldn't do." He pouted.

"What about a cape?" She winked at him as she slung her arm in his, directing him towards the hospital entrance.

"But Edna said no capes!" He gasped as they walked in, enjoying their proximity and giddy at the thought that she'd initiated it, for once.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head in response, the small smile tugging at her lips giving her amusement away.

She reluctantly (because it was slightly cold in the hall, of course) let go of Chat's arm as they approached the main desk and greeted the receptionist. Although the latter tried to keep a straight face, she could tell he was torn between surprise, internal fangirling (she wondered if there was a more gender neutral term for it) and a detached attitude.

"Good evening sir," she smiled warmly. "I believe you have something for us." She looked behind him and pointed at the large hand trolley, on which were piled Tom and Sabine cake boxes. It wasn’t necessarily very traditional for Halloween, but then again, it wasn’t a very celebrated holiday in France, and she doubted the children had access to pastries very often.

It had been weird casually striding into her parents’ bakery as Ladybug and pretending to not know very much about their products, when she knew exactly what she wanted. She’d ordered enough to cover the sugar needs of all the Paris hospitals, complete with diet restrictions, so when Sabine had told her the order was on the house, she’d almost slammed all her money in the tip jar anyway. The way her Mum had looked at her then reminded her of when she talked back sometimes, and she knew better than to open that door. She had respectfully backed down on the payment front, but had been particularly zealous in the kitchen as Marinette to compensate. Marinette had also insisted on delivering the order straight to the hospital earlier in the afternoon, despite her parents’ reservations at the idea. It was the least she could do.

“Oh yes, of course! Let me bring it out for you.” The lad almost tripped as he stood up, but thankfully didn’t crash on the trolley. That would have been awkward. As he wheeled out the bounty, Ladybug noticed how hungry Chat’s eyes looked as he followed the movement of the food. She smiled lovingly and leaned towards his ear.

“Don’t worry, I saved you some.” She whispered, and he shuddered in delight at the thought of Tom and Sabine’s passionfruit macarons, chouquettes and croissants.

“You sure know how to get to a man’s heart, m’lady.”

“By getting to his stomach first?” She asked cheekily.

They were interrupted by the receptionist clearing his throat, uncomfortably wringing his hands as he waited by the lift with the goods. Ladybug jumped away from her partner and made her way towards him, Chat hot on her heels.

“Thank you so much…” She trailed, waiting for the man to give his name.

“Patrick.” He completed, grinning. Ladybug knew his name, now.

“Thank you, Patrick.” She smiled.

The heroes took their leave and ascended to the children’s ward. When the lift doors opened, they were greeted by a group of pirates, princes, princesses, witches, wizards, and even Miraculous impersonators, little treat bags at the ready as they waited with nurses in what Ladybug assumed was the ward’s lounge. The kids gasped and cheered as they walked out.

“Trick or treat!” Chat called out, earning himself a round of giddy laughter. Giving each other an understood glance, Chat and Ladybug separated into the small crowd, each going to one side of the room.

“You look like a princess!” A little Rena Rouge fan in an arm cast squeaked as Ladybug approached her.

“Thank you, Rena! But what happened to your arm? How will we fight the Akuma without your help?” Ladybug asked with her best shocked expression.

The little girl giggled in response, which made Marinette smile. She gave her some pastries “to help her recover quickly”, and went to join Chat. Her partner was having a pretend sword fight with a pirate. He was surprisingly good with children, she noticed. And he looked great laughing as he parried an attack. Did he fence, like Adrien? Maybe she could ask him to give her lessons. Not to spend more time with him, and definitely not to see him in a fencing uniform, which she had to admit would be particularly fitting on his muscled figure. It could just… prove to be handy if they ever swapped Miraculouses again.

She felt a small tug at her skirt, originating from the hand of a ten year-old boy wearing a Ladybug costume, sitting in a wheelchair.

“Hello there, Bugaboy!” She squatted down to be at eye level with him, her skirt sprawling out in a corolla at her feet. Some children bent down to touch the elaborate fabric. “What’s your name?”

“I can’t reveal my identity, or the Guardian will take my Miraculous away.” The boy grinned as she handed him a macaron.

“And you dare tell me you don’t say it that often.” Chat leaned on the back of a nearby chair, smirking. “Well done young man, you’ve done your research.” He winked at the kid.

Ladybug shook her head, refraining from saying that he was the one preventing them from knowing who was behind the mask now. She couldn’t say it out loud, there was some press around to record their visit, and even when they did sit down and talk about their identities, it would be best if the general public was kept in the dark about that knowledge for as long as possible.

“I want to be Ladybug when I grow up.” Mini Bug said proudly.

“You’d put me out of a job?” Ladybug said with a fake pained expression.

“Not if you don’t want to!” The boy’s eyes went wide at the thought he might have offended his favourite superhero. “I just assumed you’d want to rest in the future. It must be very tiring to battle against Hawkmoth all the time.”

“He’s got a point there, Bugaboo.” Chat acquiesced. “She won’t listen to me when I tell her she also deserves some time off.” He fake whispered in the boy’s direction.

“That’s because you always want it to be time off for you too!” She scoffed. “You’re always inviting me for ice creams or movie dates at the same time, how am I to relax knowing nobody competent is watching over the city?”

Chat’s heart sung at the compliment. “If that’s the only thing keeping you from going out with me, I’m sure I can find a solution, m’lady. You know, Rena and Carapace would certainly do a grand job.” He tried to keep a detached demeanor, but knowing he was so close to her accepting to go on a date with him was making his heart go haywire.

She pouted pensively, twirling a strand of hair that had fallen out of her hairdo, then shrugged. “As you wish, farmboy.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she waited for his answer. It felt like time had slowed. Was this too soon? “Kelly” had only been out of the picture for about a month now. Was it enough time to get over someone?

A stolen glance at him answered her question. Looking at him, she could tell Chat was repressing a smile. His eyes twinkled as he looked at her like protagonists look at each other in romantic comedies. The way everyone should be looked at at least once in their life. He gave a nod in the direction of the room, reminding her they were not alone. She nodded back, their brief exchange imperceptible for common mortals.

If the warm hug and lingering kiss he left on her cheek as they parted after remaining a little longer with the kids were any indication, she knew she’d said the right thing. Although it could have also been credited to the bag of pastries she’d handed him a minute before.

#long post #almost 2k words!#and i am now on the ao3 waiting list so you'll be able to read it on there soon #ladynoirjuly2020 #ladynoir july #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #miraculous ladybug #the miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #mlb #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fanfiction #disguises #banter #elle writes

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tsuki-chibi · 4 years

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The Cat Tale (Marichat May) Day 21: Fireworks

Or read it on AO3: The Cat Tale

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The day drags. Adrien had to put on a fake smile and play the part of a good little son for hours. The second he can slip away, during a moment when his father and Nathalie are distracted by the cameras and the Gorilla isn’t looking, he does so. He ducks into the bathroom and locks the door behind him, breathing a sigh of relief.

“You ready for this, kid?” Plagg asks, emerging from Adrien’s shirt pocket.

“Yeah, I am,” Adrien says. “I’m gonna take that akuma down.”

“Right,” Plagg says. He hesitates, which is unusual for Plagg, before adding, “Just – remember what you’ve learned about Marinette, okay?”

“Okay?” Adrien says, confused. “Plagg, claws out!”

As the green light fades away, he unlocks the door and then scrambles out the bathroom window. Hoping that no one saw him leave, Chat Noir takes to the roofs. Calm settles through him as he gets closer to Master Fu’s, soothing the nerves that have plagued him all day. After all, this isn’t really stealing. The Ladybug miraculous belongs to Ladybug. So in a way, he’s only returning it to its rightful owner.

He opens the back door with more confidence this time and calls out, “Master Fu, are you in?”

There’s only a slight pause before Master Fu pokes his head around the corner. “Ah, Chat Noir. What can I do for you? Is there an akuma?”

“No,” Chat says. “But I’ve been thinking about some new moves and I need someone to practice against. Can I borrow the Bee miraculous for the night?”

“Of course. Just make sure that you bring it back.” Master Fu walks into the outer room with Chat following close behind him. He watches as Master Fu takes the phonograph from the stand and sets it on the table, then presses the buttons to unlock it. The compartments slide open, reveling all of the miraculous. Master Fu reaches for the Bee miraculous.

Chat grits his teeth and moves quickly, giving Master Fu a sharp push with his left hand. Hard enough to topple the man over. With his right hand, he grabs the Ladybug and Bee miraculouses and then sprints for the door.

“Chat Noir!” Master Fu bellows as he runs out.

“I am in so much trouble,” Chat whispers, jumping up to the roofs. He glances behind him as he runs, half-expecting to see a very angry guardian chasing him, and isn’t sure whether to be surprised or concerned that the rooftops remain empty.

Chloé is waiting for him in their agreed upon place. She gives a disbelieving laugh when he lands. “Oh my god, you actually did it.”

“I did,” Chat says numbly, handing her the Bee miraculous. Chloé grabs his hand, pulling his fingers open, and they both look down at the red, black-spotted earrings. They look so small, so innocent. No one would ever realize how much power they have.

“Kudos to you, Chat, I didn’t know if you would,” says Chloé. She affixes the comb in her hair.

“I told you that I had to,” says Chat. He’s filled with a weird combination of guilt and determination; he thought long and hard about explaining the situation to Master Fu, but in the end he and Plagg agreed that there was too much risk that Master Fu wouldn’t believe him and might even hide the phonograph away somewhere to keep the Ladybug miraculous out of Chat’s reach.

He’s sure that all will be forgiven once Ladybug is back.

Well, like 80% sure.

“Pollen, buzz on!” Chloé calls out. Yellow light swirls around her.

“Looking good, Queen Bee,” Chat says.

“I’m ready for the fireworks,” Queen Bee says. “So go get your new partner and make it quick.”

Chat salutes her and heads for the bakery. Marinette is sitting out on her balcony tonight, her attention on her phone – but as he nears, she looks up and scans the horizon and he realizes that she’s not really focused one her phone; she’s waiting for him. His stomach twists pleasantly as he lands on the railing.

“Bonsoir,” he says, tipping an imaginary hat to her, and she giggles.

“You have it?” she asks, scrambling to her feet.

“Yup. Here.” Chat passes her the earrings.

“That’s it?” Marinette says skeptically, peering at them.

“Mine’s a ring, remember?” Chat says, wiggling his fingers at her.

“Yeah… I guess. Okay. What do I do?”

“Put them in your ears and say ‘Tikki, spots on’,” he says.

Marinette does so, sliding the miraculous into her ears, and then jumps with a little shriek when Tikki appears. Tikki gives herself a shake and looks around with obvious confusion. Her eyes get really big when she sees Marinette, and even bigger when she sees Chat. She opens her mouth to speak –

“Tikki, spots on!”

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #chloe bourgeois #master fu #plagg #the cat tale #marichatmay2020

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flightfoot · 4 years

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We’re the Same Chapter 4

Thanks to @mini-minou for betaing, and @dfcfanfics and draxynnic for helping with brainstorming the fight scene!

AO3/FFN

Disclaimer: This is a Lovesquare fic, with Identity Reveal, Hawkmoth Reveal, and Hawkmoth Defeat. It is NOT a salt fic.

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Marinette quickly scanned her surroundings. There wasn’t much. There was a door they could try to open, maybe regroup, but if Robin had locked it they were sunk. That would still make a good Plan A – bolt through the door, regroup, find supplies and maybe try to fashion a trap of some sort, or even get to Master Fu so they could use other Miraculous – but she needed a Plan B as well.

As her eyes darted to the side, she caught a glimpse of Adrien’s tense expression.

NOPE.

SHE COULD NOT THINK ABOUT HIM RIGHT NOW.

Not with how she’d been snuggling into his chest and he’d been holding her and he was also Chat Noir which meant he loved her back and the soft looks her kitty had given her and-

NO. BAD MARINETTE. THINK ABOUT ADRICHAT LOVE REVELATIONS LATER, CONCENTRATE ON GETTING MIRACULOUS BACK NOW.

Seriously, what was up with Robin?! If he really WAS Robin. At this point she had her doubts. Robin was supposed to be a good guy, and knocking out and kidnapping her and Adri- (CHAT, think of him as Chat, she knew how to function with Chat Noir, she couldn’t afford to get all flustered and clumsy now- ) –Chat, kidnapping her and Chat didn’t exactly scream ‘I’m a good guy you can totally trust’.

Maybe the Robin Lucky Charm hadn’t been a sign that she needed Robin, but a warning to look out for him? She thought she remembered him talking about having important information for them, but she’d been so out of it at the time, she could easily be imagining it.

Whatever, she’d figure it out later. If he was an enemy, they had to take him down and get the Miraculous back. If he was an ally (and if he was she was going to have a TALK with him about how to make friends) then they still needed to take him down and get the Miraculous back, since it was probably part of some stupid test. Either way, her path was clear.

At least they probably didn’t have to worry about him killing or injuring them too badly. If he wanted to do that, he could’ve done it while they were sleeping. Which meant that he probably WASN’T an enemy, because he didn’t have much to gain by doing this if he was.

She was SO yelling at him later if this was a test.

First, time to try the door. She darted over towards it, keeping one eye on Robin. He looked on, appearing bored. He didn’t move.

On the one hand, that was good. He wasn’t attacking right away. Maybe he was waiting for them to get their bearings? It increased in the odds that this was a test and that he probably wouldn’t try to hurt them too much or misuse the Miraculouses.

On the other hand him looking bored meant that he probably didn’t expect her to be successful and- yep, door was locked. If Chat was transformed, that wouldn’t be a problem. But if Chat was transformed, that would solve half the problem in the first place.

No use thinking about “what ifs” – she needed to deal with the here and now.

Ok, so she was limited to what was on the rooftop. What did she have?

Hm… no purse. That limited her options. All she had were the clothes she had on, and she imagined that Adrien was the same way.

On the rooftop itself, there were some bits of trash and debris. Let’s see – some stray candy wrappers, snack bags, plastic bags, some loose metal pipes and screws, probably left over from some sort of construction.

She could work with this. Nothing insanely complicated and convoluted, but she didn’t have time for her usual convoluted plans. Especially since she couldn’t communicate privately.

She darted over to the debris, handing the metal pipe to Chat. “Fight him as best you can, follow my lead,” she whispered.

He nodded. “Always, Milady.”

She blushed. DAMMIT Chat, did he have to look at her with those adoring eyes while unmasked? She’d been able to handle it while he was transformed, she’d gotten used to it from him and whenever those looks got to her, she’d been able to remind herself that she was in love with Adrien.

Knowing that Adrien and Chat Noir were the same person? Seeing those looks from Adrien? He was going to kill her. R.I.P. Marinette, she had a good run. Found dead on a random rooftop at age 14, still red from blushing.

Though… he’d ALWAYS had special looks for her. Chat had his adoring look at Ladybug, but as Adrien he’d often given her that soft look, the one that Alya pointed out in videos and photos of them – the one he’d given her when she’d fallen in love with him all those months ago.

Maybe Adrien hadn’t been in love with Marinette romantically – or hadn’t realized it at least – but he loved her, regardless of the combination of masked and unmasked.

She was beginning to realize that she did as well.

She shook her head. DAMMIT Ladybug, FOCUS! Love life later, battle now!

Chat rushed at Robin, pipe in hand. Hopefully he’d be able to keep Robin occupied, at least for a few seconds.

She snatched up a plastic bag, making sure her back was turned to Robin so he couldn’t see what she was doing, and tucked it into her sleeve. The only thing she had going for her was the element of surprise. She had to make it count.

She edged closer to where Adrien was fighting Robin. Though “fighting” might be a misnomer. Robin wasn’t making any moves towards Adrien. He wasn’t even trying to get away. He just dodged Adrien’s attacks, looking faintly bored.

It kept him occupied. That was good enough.

Robin’s eyes followed her, seemingly curious, but he made no move towards her either.

Not good. The element of surprise was all she had. She couldn’t really regain it now, not by herself.

Luckily she didn’t have to.

Long months of akuma battles had attuned Chat and Ladybug to each other’s movements. She knew her partner and he knew her. She didn’t have time to relay her plan to Chat.

She didn’t have to.

In one fluid movement she pulled the bag from her sleeve, unfurling it quickly. Simultaneously Adrien moved to the side, leaving her opposite himself with Robin in-between them. He aggressively swung the pipe at Robin’s midsection, forcing him to step backwards towards Marinette.

She brought down the bag over Robin’s head. Adrien dropped his makeshift weapon, lunging for Robin’s closed fist.

Just as Adrien made contact with his hand, Robin jumped back, actively putting distance between himself and Adrien for the first time in the fight.

“ENOUGH!”

Adrien and Marinette paused.

Robin shook his head, dislodging the plastic bag.

He narrowed his eyes. “If I’d been fighting back, you’d both have been dead in seconds. The two of you have little sense of self-preservation and no idea how to keep yourself from being injured in a serious fight.”

A smile slowly spread over his face. He turned to face Adrien. “Still… while it was obvious that you were used to battling with a lighter weapon – or at least with enhanced strength so it SEEMS lighter – your technique was passable, taking that into account.”

“As for you Marinette, using the plastic bag to obscure my vision wouldn’t have worked. I can fight blind if I have to. There’s a reason why my costume has a hood when no other Robin’s did – I can afford it. Even if a foe pulls it over my head to blindfold me, I can still fight. Conceptually it was a decent idea, considering what you had to work with.”

He gave them a gap-toothed grin. “You two are overly reliant on your Miraculous. You’re sitting ducks as civilians, and if someone competent guns for you, you’re dead. But you have potential.”

He extended his hand towards them, unfurling it to reveal their Miraculous.

Glaring at him, Marinette and Adrien snatched them back. Slipping her earrings back on, she let out a silent prayer. Please let these be real. Please don’t let this be some cruel trick. Please let Tikki be-

A light shown, expelling itself from her earrings.

“TIKKI!”

She caught the little bug in her hands. “Are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

Tikki shook her head. “I’m fine. I just wasn’t manifested, that’s all.”

Then she seemed to fully take in exactly who all was there. With herself in full view. And talking.

“Uh… meow meow?”

Robin crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

Marinette sighed. “It’s no use pretending, Tikki. Robin’s the one who kidnapped us in the first place.”

“You, a red-and-black spotted bug-like floating creature the size of the hamster, meowed as a way of pretending you were a cat,” Robin stated, drumming his fingers against his arm.

“Hey, it’s worked before!” Marinette cut in.

He gave her a look.

She didn’t waver. This boy had kidnapped her and Adrien, stolen Tikki and Plagg, and he had the nerve to make fun of Tikki afterwards?

No. She would NOT be intimidated by him. She was not going to put up with him looking down on her or her friends.

He wanted to throw shade? Fine. She’d throw it right back.

“You don’t get to criticize Tikki, me, or any of us for making poor decisions. YOU KIDNAPPED US. YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK.”

He snorted. She resisted the urge to punch him in the face.

“I needed to see whether you’d be a help or a hindrance. After seeing how you did without powers, I believe you two could be useful.”

“And why should we help you?” Marinette said through gritted teeth.

Robin looked at Marinette, then Adrien, who had stopped cuddling Plagg and been watching their confrontation.

“Because I know who Hawkmoth is.”

Wait, WHAT?!

Adrien stared at Robin, slack-jawed. He knew? HOW?

Robin looked at Adrien with something like… was that pity?

“I needed to know who you two were, so I placed trackers on both of you. Ducard followed Ladybug while I followed Chat Noir. It didn’t take me long to figure out that Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste… but that wasn’t all I discovered.”

Dread pooled in Adrien’s stomach. How could following him home have possibly led to Hawkmoth’s identity? He didn’t have anything to do with Hawkmoth! (Well, aside from the obvious.)

…Right?

Robin looked Adrien in the eyes. “Hawkmoth is your father, Gabriel Agreste.”

Adrien’s heart stopped.

There’s… there’s no way.

“No. No, you’re LYING! I know he hasn’t always been around much, but… but he cares about me! He’s not a bad person, you HAVE to be lying. Or- or maybe just mistaken. Yeah! He CAN’T be Hawkmoth, we suspected that before, but then he was akumatized right afterwards! You’re WRONG!”

He glanced over at Marinette. Why hadn’t she responded, backed him up?

“Right, my Lady?”

She stared blankly ahead, frozen.

Icy tendrils crept up Adrien’s chest. “Marinette, what’s wrong?”

That snapped her out of her reverie. She bit her lip. “Chat… I don’t think we can rule him out based on that. Not after Heroes Day. He had an accomplice, remember? Whoever was using the Peacock Miraculous to create that Sentimonster moth could easily have just switched Miraculous with him. We can’t rule anyone out based on them being akumatized before. And the timing was highly suspicious. He just happens to become akumatized right when we start suspecting him of being Hawkmoth? It might not have been a coincidence.”

“No, that can’t be right! It CAN’T!” Adrien pleaded. Whether it was to Marinette, Robin, or himself, he wasn’t sure.

“It can, and it is,” Robin said. He took out a device from his toolbelt and pressed a few buttons. A holographic display flickered into existence, showing what appeared to be live feeds from Adrien’s house.

Except for one feed.

“…Mother?”

Why… why was she there? They’d never found a body. It made sense for her to be in a coffin, but… it’d been nearly a year since she’d disappeared. She shouldn’t look this… intact.

Adrien’s stomach turned thinking about it, but he knew at least the basics of how decomposition worked. Even if she was embalmed, she still shouldn’t look this good after all this time.

Unless…

Robin met his gaze. “I checked her over while I was down there. I couldn’t detect any vital signs, but based on the lack of any sign of degradation or rot, I believe that she’s not dead either – most likely in some sort of suspended animation, though how that is being achieved, I’m not sure.”

Not dead?

She… she was alive?

His mother was alive?

He could see her?

He jolted, breathing heavily, palms sweating.

Robin had seen her. In person. He’d been close enough to check for vital signs.

“Where is she?” he breathed out, barely above a whisper, eyes locked to the screen.

A white butterfly fluttered past her pod. Then another. And another. The same kind that Hawkmoth used.

“In Hawkmoth’s lair,” Robin said gently. “In a giant cavern beneath the Agreste Manor.”

All this time.

ALL. THIS. TIME.

She was RIGHT THERE.

Right below him.

And he never knew.

How many sleepless nights had he spent sobbing into his pillow, his mother gone with no explanation?

How long had he wondered what had happened to her?

And the whole time she’d been only a few hundred meters away.

His father had never told him.

Never bothered to confess that she was alive, that he knew where she was.

His father who… who was almost certainly Hawkmoth.

Oh GOD. The- the butterflies.

His father was Hawkmoth.

“…Why?” he asked, quivering. Why would he do this? HOW could he do this? This – he’d thought – he’d thought that his father cared about him, in his own way. At least cared about his safety.

But his father was the one putting him in the most danger. Not even counting when he was Chat Noir, his father had deliberately made akumas in his vicinity, where he should have known that he’d be in danger. He’d even made akumas whose MAIN GOAL was to attack him, to hurt him.

And yet he claimed to care about his safety? That that was the main reason why he kept Adrien on such a tight leash, locked away from the rest of the world?

No. That had never been the true reason.

Marinette placed a hand on his shoulder. He was grateful for that. He felt like he’d shake apart without her touch.

His mother wasn’t dead and wasn’t missing. She’d been near him all along

His father was an evil man who had never really cared whether he was safe. Had never cared about him as a person at all.

His world was crumbling, and the only constant-

A low rumble vibrated through his body, different from his usual purrs.

Vaguely he remembered reading that cats purr when they’re happy and content – but also when they were injured in an attempt to help heal.

But there was no healing this.

“Kitty,” Marinette spoke softly, turning so that they were face-to face. “Whatever happens, whatever your father’s reasons, I’m here for you. Never forget that. We’re a team. You and me against the world, remember?”

“I- I can’t pretend to know how you’re feeling. What it’s like to have everything you thought you knew disintegrate before your eyes. But I won’t leave you.”

Marinette. Ladybug. She- she was still here.

Maybe things had changed. Two of the most important people in his life were the same person. But that didn’t change who she was.

His mother was alive, but still gone, in a way. His father wasn’t who he thought he was, wasn’t the sort of person he had told himself he must be.

But he still had Marinette.

And not just her.

He had Plagg.

He had Nino.

He even had Chloe, though she had a lot of growing to do.

He had people he could rely on.

He wasn’t alone.

With a sob, he collapsed into Marinette’s arms.

She hugged him tight, whispering quiet assurances, stroking his back. He couldn’t even parse what she was saying – she was too quiet and he was too out of it for that – but he appreciated the soft, comforting tone of her voice nonetheless.

After a few moments she shifted, lifting her gaze from Adrien to Damian. “I need to talk with Adrien for a while. Help him process. Plus – well, there’s a high chance of him being akumatized right now. I need to be ready to catch butterflies. We can talk about what to do about Gabriel later. Not much later, Adrien is NOT going to spend another night in that house, but once he’s in a better place.”

Oh. Oh CRAP. He hadn’t even thought of that! The idea of being turned against His Lady…? He shuddered. Surely Gabriel wouldn’t- oh who was he kidding, of course he would. If he thought it would give him half a chance of winning, he wouldn’t hesitate. He’d certainly proven that he was fine with throwing Adrien’s in harm’s way. Making him harm others, harm the people closest to him? Well since when had Gabriel given a crap about Adrien’s feelings or the people he cared about (aside from the people that Gabriel also happened to care about. Probably. At this point Adrien wasn’t sure whether Gabriel had ever truly cared for anyone.)

Adrien would rather die than harm Marinette. She was the person he cared the most about it in the world. Besides, she was more important than him. Without her, Paris couldn’t be restored. The world could survive without Adrien for a little while. Without Marinette? Not so much.

He trusted her to fix everything. To bring him back. She was Marinette after all. She always found a way.

“Tikki, Spots on!”

A pink light ran up Marinette’s body. Bare skin and cotton clothing replaced by a red-and-black suit.

“Hold on, kitty,” she whispered in his ear, gripping him tightly.

He nodded mutely. He’d known that Marinette was Ladybug of course, but seeing it so obviously, so undeniably? He just wanted to sit for another few minutes and process.

If only Ladybug’s secret identity was the only thing he had to think about.

Gripping an arm around his waist (his cheeks pinkened at the sensation), she threw her yo-yo, flinging herself and Adrien away.

#we're the same #ml fanfic #hawkmoth reveal #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #damian wayne #ml fic

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gryffindorcls · 5 years

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Could You Please Repeat That?

Part 1

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Hello, lovely readers! Welcome to “Could You Please Repeat That?”. This is going to be a quick two-part fic. I was inspired by @rykerrrrr ‘s post that you can look at here.

I am still working on my other WIPs, but this was too good not to write.

I hope you enjoy!

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Marinette straightened her skirt before knocking on the doors that led to her boss’ office. Even though she had been working as a designer at Gabriel for three years, there was still something about Mr. Agreste that made her feel uneasy. Nonetheless, she took a deep breath, confidently rapped her knuckles against the wooden door, and waited to be summoned.

“You may enter,” a firm voice called from the other side.

She pushed open the door and walked into the room. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Ah, yes. Good morning, Marinette. Please...come in and take a seat.”

She quickly closed the door and made her way to one of the chairs that were situated in front of Gabriel’s desk. Once seated, Marinette looked up at her boss with expectant eyes.

“First, I would like to offer congratulations on your engagement to my son. I am looking forward to having someone as talented as you join the family,” he stated plainly.

A smile spread across her face as she toyed with the ring on her left hand. “Thank you. Adrien and I are very excited.”

“I assume the two of you have already begun making arrangements.”

“Yes, sir. We’ve started looking at venues, caterers, and themes.”

“And what about your dress?”

“I wanted to make it myself.”

Gabriel nodded in approval. “Good. I expect nothing less from my top designer. Let me know how I can be of assistance when you have the design ready. Feel free to schedule an appointment to come and talk to me anytime.”

“Thank you, sir,” she responded eagerly, “I really appreciate the offer.”

“Marinette, there is no need to keep calling me ‘sir’. Feel free to call me Gabriel. After all, you are my future daughter-in-law.”

“Okay, sir...I mean...Gabriel.”

He leaned back in his chair and pressed his fingers together. “I would like to tell you right now that I trust you, Marinette.”

She swallowed uncomfortably. “Uhm...thank you. I trust you, too?”

“Good. Now that I’m getting older, it’s time that I start thinking about my legacy. Adrien is already the heir to my fortune, but I would like you to be a part of it, as well.”

“I...uh...really enjoy designing for your company, and I would love to keep doing that.”

“Oh, you will. Trust me. You are incredibly talented, and I intend for you to run Gabriel alongside my son one day. However, my legacy runs deeper than this company, and it’s about time that I bring some fresh faces into the fold. Nathalie has been helping me with it for years. She is very loyal to the cause, but she and I will not be around forever. I’m hoping to pass on the torch to you and Adrien.”

“Okay. What is it exactly? Are we talking about humanitarian efforts overseas or philanthropy?”

Gabriel turned his head to the side and paused a moment before continuing. “Not exactly. It does, however, have a big impact on society.”

Marinette straightened in her seat. “Well, I’m excited to learn about it.”

“It’s difficult to explain. It will be easier to show you.” He got up from his chair and stood in front of the portrait of his wife. He held out his hand and beckoned her to join him. “Come here, my dear.”

She quickly moved next to him. He placed a hand on her shoulder and looked up at the painting.

“Emilie was so full of life,” he remarked with sadness in his voice, “Her emotions ran deep, and her love for others made her a light in the darkness. However, her curiosity of the world around her is what made her exceptional. She was never afraid to try something new or take a risk.”

“Adrien is a lot like that,” Marinette responded with a whisper.

“I see so much of her in my son, and I see a lot of myself in you. Marinette you are talented and driven. That’s why you and Adrien will be the perfect pair to take over.”

“I still don’t completely understand. What is it that you want us to do?”

Gabriel used both his hands to press in several hidden buttons on his wife’s portrait. Two openings in the floor appeared and a platform began to lower Marinette into the ground. Unsure of what to make of the situation, she did her best not to panic.

Before she had the chance to become uncomfortable in the confined space, the ride ended and she was gently set down in the middle of a spacious room. She found herself at the end of a long metal walkway that was surrounded by dozens of trees.

“You have a park under your house?” Marinette questioned tentatively, “Are you involved in environmental conservation?”

Gabriel looked at her and shook his head. “This is more of a lair than a park, and the only conservation I’m interested in is that of this family. Walk with me.”

He guided her down the raised path and stopped in front of a glass chamber. Marinette’s heart sank when she looked at its contents. She could feel the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“This can’t be happening,” she thought to herself.

“Gabriel,” her voice sounded strained, “is that who I think it is?”

He reached out his hand and allowed his fingers to lightly graze the glass covering. “She’s been like this for years. Before Adrien was born, she and I traveled around the world so I could find inspiration for my designs. On one of our trips, we made a surprising discovery in the ruins of an old, abandoned temple. That’s when we learned that there were forces in this world greater than any of us could have ever imagined. Magic is real, and we had access to it. We didn’t know what we were doing. We were like children playing with fire. After we had our son, I stopped, but she continued. One day, there was an accident, and over the course of a year, Emilie slowly fell into this state. We knew it was coming, and we tried to hide it from Adrien. However, I made a promise to her that I would bring her back.”

“Does Adrien know about this?”

“No. But I’m not only doing this for her...I’m doing it for him, as well. For all of us.”

As he spoke, a white butterfly landed on the glass covering Emilie Agreste. The familiarity of the insect struck the core of her being.

Marinette feared the response to her next question. She had a sinking feeling that she already knew the answer. “You said that the two of you were using magic. What exactly were you doing?”

“Nooroo,” he called into the void, “Come out and say hello.”

A small purple Kwami zipped into view and floated in front of Gabriel. Panic exploded inside Marinette’s brain, and she clutched her crossbody purse against her side. She could feel Tikki thump against the inside of the bag.

The tiny being lowered his head in subservience. “Yes, master?”

“Marinette, this is Nooroo. He is a Kwami. No doubt you have heard of something called a Miraculous before. He is a non-corporeal being that can interact with the human world when a holder is wearing the Miraculous he is attached to. When the right words are spoken, the Kwami can give you powers.”

She closed her eyes and tried to remain calm. Marinette took a deep breath found her confidence.

“Pretend you’re acting in a play,” she told herself mentally, “You can freak out later.”

She looked at him and blinked innocently. “You mean, these Kwamis are how people like Ladybug and Chat Noir become heroes? Does that mean you’re one of Paris’ heroes, as well?”

He put his hand on her shoulder, and she did her best not to shake it off. “Thinking that the world is nothing more than a dichotomy between heroes and villains is juvenile. Life is more complicated than that, and it is something that the so-called ‘heroes of Paris’ have always failed to see. They don’t understand that sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good.”

“Well, if that’s the case...what does that make you?”

“Marinette, I am Hawkmoth.”

“Oh,” she said softly, “Wow. Uhm...can I ask why?”

Gabriel turned towards Emilie. “My wife was once the holder of the Peacock Miraculous. It was damaged, and it made her sick. I have come to learn that if I combine the powers of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculouses, then I will have the chance to make one wish.”

Marinette chose her next words carefully. “But what about all those people in Paris who have been hurt? If you succeed, then Ladybug won’t be able to make everything okay again.”

“I understand your concern. Nathalie had the same thoughts when she first started working with me on this project. My wish is not simply to bring Emilie back. If I did that, then the universe would balance itself out by putting someone else in a coma, and there’s a chance that it would be Adrien. I could never endanger him like that. No, I plan to turn back time and ensure that this never happens at all. I will have never been Hawkmoth, and Adrien would still have his mother.”

“But...then everything would be different. How can you know that I would still be with Adrien in that reality? I can’t lose him.”

My dear, there is nothing to worry about. Part of my wish will be to still remember this reality. I can guarantee to you that I will make sure that Adrien finds you. If there is one thing that I have learned in all of this is that love cannot be erased.”

Marinette saw the sincerity in his eyes. He truly did not see the error of his ways, and this was more terrifying than any of the Akumas he’d created over the past seven years. At this moment, she knew she had to get back to Adrien immediately.

She nodded and smiled. “Gabriel, that’s incredible. You seem to have everything figured out. So, what do you need me and Adrien for?”

Gabriel still kept his gaze locked on his wife. “Nathalie currently wields the Peacock Miraculous, but she will be stopping soon. I would like you to take over for her. Naturally, Adrien would take my place as Hawkmoth. Ever since Timetagger, I’ve always known that someone else would take my place. It only makes sense that it would be my son.”

“Wait...isn’t the Peacock Miraculous damaged? Won’t using it make me sick?”

“We’ve learned that the effects take years to before they become serious. That’s why Nathalie won’t be continuing her work as Mayura. The only reason my wife became sick so quickly was because she was wearing the Miraculous when the accident occurred.”

“They’re not evil...they’re insane!” Marinette thought, “Quick! Say something! Anything!”

“Awesome!” she said with forced enthusiasm, “Count me in! What’s next?”

Gabriel looked at her and smiled. “I’m happy to see that you’re on board. I knew I could put my faith in you. Our next step will be to tell Adrien. I’m going to need your help with this. As you know, he’s not as level headed as you or I. He has a tendency to overreact. Then, I plan on training the two of you to take over.”

As Gabriel finished his statement, an idea burst into Marinette’s head. It was risky, but it might just work. If she succeeded, then the threat of Hawkmoth would be neutralized, and Adrien’s family would be whole once again. However, this plan hinged on how Adrien reacted to all of this, but knowing her kitty, he would definitely be on board.

Marinette clasped her hands together. “How about you let me tell him? Then we can come over for dinner tonight and talk about it as a family.”

“Are you sure? We can tell him together?” Gabriel suggested.

“No, I can do it. But I just want to double-check...the only reason you’re Hawkmoth is because you want to save your wife, right? You don’t have dreams of becoming a maniacal overlord who takes over the world?” She awaited his response with bated breath.

Gabriel chuckled. “No. You shouldn’t listen to everything you hear on the news. As I said before, I’m not a villain. I do this for my family, and when I am done the world will be reset. No one will have been harmed.”

“Cool. Yeah...okay. Got it. So, I’m going to go. I guess we’ll see you later?”

“Before you leave, I cannot stress the importance of keeping this quiet. Adrian is the only other person who can know.”

Marinette laughed nervously and gave him a shaky thumbs-up. “Yeah, no...don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me! Yup! You can count on Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

“Thank you,” he replied, bowing his head in gratitude.

She started walking away quickly, and then she stopped in her tracks. “Uhm...Gabriel? I have just one problem. I don’t know how to get out of here.”

He walked over to Marinette and placed a hand on her back. “Come. I will show you the way.”

***

Marinette had the Agreste’s driver drop her off at Adrien’s apartment. She sprinted up the stairs and pounded on his door. Within seconds, he was standing before her in the open doorway with a confused expression on his face.

“Marinette?” he asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you would be at the office all day. You said that you had to finish a dress design.”

“So,” she began, rocking onto the balls of her feet, “that was the original plan, but then something happened.”

He took her hand and gently guided her into the apartment. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? You’re not sick or hurt, are you?”

Marinette could hear the panic in his voice, and she wanted to assuage his fears. However, she knew that what she had to say would only shock him.

“I’m fine, but I have good news and bad news. Can we sit down?” Her heart started racing as she looked into his eyes.

He walked her over to the couch, and they both took a seat. “Okay...what’s going on?”

She reached out and took his hand. “I’m going to start with the bad news. It turns out that your mother is alive.”

Adrien leaped off of the couch. “Wait. How is that bad news? Did my father talk to you? Did you see her?”

She patted the seat next to her. “Please sit back down. I’m not finished.”

He hesitantly obliged.

Marinette sighed before continuing. “Yes, your mom is alive, but she’s not awake. I know how to fix this, but there is an even bigger problem that we have to deal with first. Adrien, your dad is Hawkmoth.”

Adrien calmly nodded his head and shrugged. This was not the reaction she was expecting.

“I knew it,” he mumbled.

Marinette’s eyes grew wide. “I’m sorry. Could you please repeat that?”

“Plagg!” he called out, “We were right!”

The black Kwami zipped into the room. “You owe me so much cheese right now, kid.”

“Could one of you tell me what’s going on right now?” Marinette crossed her arms.

Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ugh...where do I start? Do you remember when I accidentally revealed my identity to you by complaining about my dad?”

“How could I forget?”

“Well, about six years ago I had a bit of a mental breakdown. When you suggested that my dad was Hawkmoth, it kind of created this doubt in the back of my mind. Even though we ruled him out after he was Akumatized, the idea of him being Hawkmoth never left. I struggled with it for about a year, and it all came to a head that day you found out I was Chat. I’ve come to terms with the idea of him being a villain. Plagg helped me with that. Figuring out the truth has kind of been our secret mission for the past few years.”

“And you were going to tell me about this...when?” Marinette glared at him.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. “Uhhh...I’m telling you now. I didn’t want to worry you until I had concrete evidence. I could never find any proof, so I just kind of kept it to myself.”

“You are so lucky that I love you. I just spent the past hour in your dad’s creepy lair underneath the mansion looking at your comatose mother while he told me his plan to bring her back. Some heads up would have been nice.”

“Wait...why did he tell you any of this?”

“He wants me to be the new Mayura and for you to become the new Hawkmoth.”

Adrien leaned back on the couch. “That’s insane. This is insane. You know this is insane, right?”

Tikki phased through Marinette’s purse and hovered between them. “I think it’s time you told him the good news.”

Adrien’s eyes darted between his fiancée and her Kwami. “What?”

Marinette beamed. “I have a plan.”

“You always do. Let’s hear it, Bugaboo.”

“We’re going to need help, but by this time tomorrow we could be Hawkmoth free, and you could have your mother back.”

A Chat-like grin spread across Adrien’s face. “I think I like the sound of that.”

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If it was possible, do you have any Cadmeancio x Multimouse headcanons?

me, in a mocking tone: do I have any Cadmeancio x Multimouse headcanons…

Foolish mortal, to even IMPLY that I might NOT have Lukanette.

(Cadmeancio is Fox Luka, for those unaware)

Pre-Dating/Pre-Reveal

- Multimouse is so thrilled to have Cadmeancio around since they can plan things together. His Mirages often involve creating more Multimice than there actually are, easily fooling akuma who can’t tell which ones are the real ones as they scatter.

- Cadmeancio is more than happy to let the Multimice ride him if they all need to go somewhere after using Multitude. His foxtail cape makes it easy for them to have something they can all collectively ride, making plans while he goes to their destination.

- Multimouse is fully aware that she could ride other heroes but Cadmeancio is her favorite hmm wonder why. (she felt bad about it at first until he assured her that he’s honored to be her main choice)

- Cadmeancio cares about each Multimice just as much as he’d care about them if they were still one. If he loses track of one or sees one of them get hurt, he loses his cool and starts worrying.

- During colder days, the Multimice will climb into Cadmeancio’s hood to keep warm. There aren’t many things that auto-fluster Cadmeancio, but tiny Multimice snuggling against his neck will definitely do it.

- Cadmeancio has different melodies/notes he plays loudly on the flute to alert all nearby Multimice of what’s going on if they need to be distracted by other tasks. Most foes just assume that he’s trying to use Mirage.

- If Cadmeancio’s flute goes flying off into the distance and he couldn’t see where it landed, the Multimice will split up to search for it. There’s no sight quite like a bunch of Multimice carefully carrying his flute back to him like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

Pre-Dating/Pre-Reveal But Also Luka Knows

- MARINETTE HAS HER HAIR IN DOUBLE BUNS AND LUKA IS SUFFERING.

Post-Dating/Post-Reveal

- Multiple plans of Multimouse’s have involved using her jump rope tail to tie her and Cadmeancio together in some way. Until the plan actually goes through, no one believes her when she insists that there’s no ulterior motive behind it. (Technically, it doesn’t always have to be Cadmeancio, which is a fair point, but if she’s going to tie herself to someone, why not her boyfriend??)

- Luka lost a guitar pick at home once. He didn’t consider it a big deal, but Marinette apparently saw it as a high-priority mission. Suddenly, there were Multimice everywhere, scouring the home for the missing object. Luka loves his girlfriend so much, she’s so dedicated.

- “Maybe I should pick up more instruments besides the guitar and flute.” “Hm? Why?” “I can serenade you in all languages of music that way.” “OMG LUKA DON’T. TWO IS ENOUGH.” “Not for me.” “*voice cracking* luKA–”

- On a particularly bad day for Marinette, Luka gently asked if they could trade miraculouses. She was confused, but obliged. She didn’t expect to have a bunch of little mouse Luka surrounding her a few minutes later, spouting endless compliments and giving her mini-hugs. It took mere seconds before she was blushing and giggling, and mere minutes before she’d entirely forgotten why she was upset in the first place. (She later did her best to serenade them with her flute since she had the fox now anyway, so why not? She didn’t consider herself very good at it, but they still stared at her like she was playing their favorite song.)

- Luka has walked into Marinette’s room multiple times to see her split apart as Multimouse, all of them working on a particular task that she has to take care of. However, no matter how important any of the tasks are, they’ll always combine into one so she can give him a hug and kiss to greet him.

- Occasionally, when Luka is playing guitar, Marinette will opt to transform and use Multitude so she can have as many different viewpoints as possible playing his guitar. Luka finds it very hard to keep on his calm, chill smile when there’s a Multimouse everywhere near him: on his shoulder, in his hair, in one of his pockets, and sitting in front of him like the cutest little audience member.

- While in the midst of kissing, their miraculouses got tangled together and it took a good few minutes to undo it. It keeps happening and they keep blaming Trixx for it, but Trixx will neither confirm nor deny whether a kwami can have that kind of influence or not. They don’t technically mind being forced together for the extra time but still–

#MC's Headcanons #headcanon: assorted #((I don’t know if this is referring to LadyBugOut AU or not so I just did without))#((but if it was and I needed a headcanon for how Multimouse would happen))#((I imagine that Marinette began using two miraculouses as a show that she was ready to be a guardian))#((and also for personal use to keep up with her hobbies and tasks and blog))#((then she’ll just be Ladybug/Multimouse/Multibug/Ladymouse whenever it suits her))#Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

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waltzofthewifi · 4 years

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Kota Chapter 33: Fly on the Wall

Table of Contents | Beginning

CW: mentions of child abuse/implied child abuse

"We need the mouse," Viperion said when Ladybug landed behind him.

He and Chat Noir were watching the akuma from a few rooftops away, through Chat Noir's baton camera.

"It's a small akuma," Chat Noir explained. "Vipe thinks that if we try to fight them at our current sizes, we run the risk of killing them."

Ladybug took a glance through the camera, noticing that it was zoomed in on the akuma.

"You're right," Ladybug said. "I'll grab Souris Rose."

"Maybe not," Viperion said. "What if the akuma comes out shrunk?"

Chat Noir nodded. "You should be the one fighting them, if you think you can wield two for that long."

Ladybug nodded. "I think so. I'll grab the mouse miraculous - you two stay here and keep an eye on the akuma."

"Got it."

"Tikki, Mullo, unite!"

Her new outfit was different than her costume as Multimouse, thankfully. She had a gray leather vest with black spots on the side, black sleeves with a red stripe, black pants, red boots, and gray arm and knee pads. Her hair was still in the two buns she had as Multimouse, but when she glanced in the mirror she noticed it was now a dark gray color with red stripes. Her mask was black with a gray and red outline.

"You look like a rockstar, Ladymouse," Chat Noir noted.

Ladybug grimaced. Her transformation had ripped off a design she had been working on that morning for Jagged Stone.

I'm going to have to start all over on that design.

"Okay, you two stay there and only intervene if something happens to me," Ladybug said.

Taking a running start, Ladybug leaped onto the rooftop.

"Multitude!"

Slowly, she felt herself split into tinier versions.

Her consciousness spread out to her various selves. It wasn't like her body - each self had her own thoughts, but she was aware of every one of her, like a choir of voices. It wasn't like anything else, but Ladybug was instantly used to it.

Her and the akuma were now the same size. Ladybug could clearly make out his outfit - solid black, with a purple butterfly mask and wings made out of paper.

His eyes widened. "I didn't know she could do that!"

"I'm full of tricks," one of the Ladybugs replied.

Half of her had yo-yos, the other half jump ropes. The yo-yo half now had on a red vest and red gloves, and the jump rope half now had pink accents instead of red. That was part of the added powers of combining the mouse miraculous - it separated the different powers between her selves.

The akuma snarled. "Listen, I don't want to fight you. But I have the advantage here. No matter how many little yous there are, I am the one with wings, Ladyb- wait, why don't you have wings?"

"Trust me, I've been asking myself that same question."

"Who designed your suit? Can you file a complaint?"

"I've tried!"

When Hawkmoth has akumatized his newest victim - Flyaway - he thought he'd stuck gold.

The kid was a strategic genius. And the pure terror that had been running through him had given Hawkmoth the opportunity to create a powerful akuma - one small enough to sneak and dodge attacks.

He hadn't counted on Ladybug utilizing the mouse miraculous, which did put her on similar footing as Flyaway. He definitely hadn't expected her to start a friendly conversation with him.

There was a reason he preferred angry akumas. The kid's fear meant that he wanted to attract less attention, which was frustratingly not what Hawkmoth wanted him to do. No angry rampages was bad PR for Hawkmoth's villain act.

"Flyaway!" Hawkmoth snapped. "If you want to keep your powers, you'll stop blabbering and get me her miraculouses!"

"Right," Flyaway replied. "Wait - miraculouses? Plural?"

"She's combined the mouse and ladybug miraculouses," Hawkmoth explained. "That's what gave her the extra power."

"Interesting," Flyaway said. "If I get you the ladybug and cat miraculous, can I keep the mouse?"

"Why would you - never mind. If you get me both, you can keep it. If not, I'll need the mouse to help me retrieve the other Miraculous."

"Deal."

Well, so much for their conversation.

Ladybug had been shocked at how non-aggressive the akuma, Flyaway, had been. In fact, he had been excellent conversation, and Ladybug had almost been enjoying the talk.

It hadn't all been fun. During that time Ladybug had discovered a few things - Flyaway was strategist, was definitely a feminist, and the akuma had to be in his wings.

Paper wings.

Ladybug had a plan, but she would need Chat Noir's help.

One of her ducked out to the side as the rest of her began the battle. "Chat Noir, I'm going to throw you my lucky charm. I need you to pour it on Flyaway. Viperion, start your second chance."

"Understood," Viperion replied.

"Whatever you say, my lady."

Flyaway was quick, and nearly impossible to hit. He rarely went on the offense, but his few blows had managed to land hard. One of her now had a broken shoulder.

But all Ladybug needed to do now was keep him occupied.

"Lucky charm!"

Ladybug adjusted her throw so the lucky charm - a bottle of water - was sent towards Chat Noir. Flyaway was occupied on the other side of the roof, and didn't even notice her powers being used.

Chat Noir took the long way across the roof, to keep from stepping on a Ladybug.

Viperion called out a warning, keeping Flyaway from knocking one of the Ladybugs off of the roof.

"On my signal, Chat," Ladybug said. She would need to dart away immediately. "Are you ready?"

"Ready."

"Three, two, one, now!"

Chat Noir dumped the water bottle.

All of Ladybug darted immediately, though a good half of her still got wet.

Flyaway had no warning, and was completely soaked. The water tore at his wings, releasing the akuma.

The akuma was also shrunk, so Ladybug was immediately capable of cleansing it.

She grew back to her usual size and joined the rest of the heroes - including Roi Singe, who must have arrived during the battle. She held her fist out for the fist bump.

"Pound i- what?"

"Uhhh, we didn't really do anything?" Chat Noir answered.

"I have no idea what happened," Roi Singe admitted.

Ladybug turned to Viperion, who looked a little queasy.

"Oh, come on! I want a fist bump!"

The three other heroes relented. "Pound it!"

Someone cursed.

Ladybug turned to the akuma victim, who had reverted back to his normal self. She recognized him from school, but she didn't think she'd ever talked to him.

"You okay?" Chat Noir asked, helping him stand up.

The boy's eyes were wide, and he looked scary pale.

"My dad's gonna kill me for getting akumatized," he whispered. Then he cursed again.

Ladybug's stomach dropped.

"He can't blame you," she reasoned. "It's beyond your control."

"He won't care," the boy answered.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Chat Noir said. "No one recorded the fight - he has no way of knowing you were the akuma victim."

"Yeah, just say you were stuck at school for something," Roi Singe added. "No one needs to know."

The boy nodded once. Then again. "Yeah, that'll work."

Ladybug gritted her teeth. Who was this kid's father, that made him so scared?

"How about I take you home," Chat Noir suggested. "Make sure you get there as soon as possible."

"Yes, please."

Ladybug watched as Chat Noir grabbed hold of the kid, warned him to hold on, and vaulted away.

She turned to the other heroes. Viperion looked even more queasy, and Roi Singe had an unreadable expression.

Two things hit Ladybug at once:

Why did her allies seem almost used to the idea of being punished for being akumatized? She was aware that Viperion didn't have a good relationship with his father, and had suspected Chat Noir wasn't close to his father, but this was taking it another step.

But more importantly:

Hawkmoth is going down.

Chat Noir dropped the boy off around the corner from his house.

"You're going to be alright?" Chat Noir asked.

The boy forced a fake smile. "Yeah, I guess. Thanks for the help."

"Of course." Chat Noir gave an exaggerated bow.

The boy headed to his home, and Chat Noir took off.

He didn't want to go home. Something about this akuma - and Ladybug's reaction - set him on edge.

And he wasn't the only one who had been on edge after the fight.

Chat Noir detransformed in an alley near the Seine, and headed towards the Liberty.

Luka was on the deck, meditating. Adrien gave a shout from the sidewalk to get his attention, and he invited him on board.

"Did the victim get home okay?" Luka asked, his voice softer than usual.

"Yeah," Adrien said. He took a seat across from Luka. "Are you okay?"

"I will be," Luka said. "That battle was rough."

"You looked a little sick at the end," Adrien noted.

Luka sighed. "Sometimes I wish I had a different miraculous."

Adrien winced, remembering his time as Aspik. That had been rough on him, and he still had nightmares.

"But I'll handle it," Luka said.

"And he'll say something if he can't," Sass added. The kwami was curled up under Luka's knee, not in the shadows but hidden from view from the shore.

"If I'm being honest," Luka said. "That's not the only thing bugging me. When the boy was talking about his father, it reminded me a little of mine."

"Really?"

Adrien didn't know anything about Luka's father, outside of a few rumors that it might be Jagged Stone. He personally had thought he might've disappeared or died, like his own mother, but now that didn't look like the case.

"He... wasn't nice," Luka stated. "If mom was still with him, I can only imagine how he would have taken me and Jules being akumatized. It's not a pleasant reminder."

Adrien didn't know what to say to that.

"I'm sorry," he eventually settled on.

"It's okay. I haven't seen him in years. Now, I can easily see why overreacting about an akumatization is wrong."\

Adrien shifted awkwardly. His own father would react badly to Adrien being akumatized - he was the face of the brand, it would look bad for everyone. He hadn't thought about it much, since he had other reasons not to be akumatized.

Luka raised an eyebrow. "I mean that for your father as well."

"He has his reasons," Adrien defended. "I'm the face of the brand - it would look bad for everyone if I was akumatized. Not that that would happen - as Chat Noir, I have to keep myself from being akumatized anyways."

"He doesn't know that," Luka said. "And plenty of famous people get akumatized. Jagged Stone, Clara Frighteningale, Mayor Bourgeois. It didn't reflect badly on them."

"It doesn't matter anyways," Adrien said. "Like I said - I'm Chat Noir, I can't be akumatized."

"The snake kid's right," Plagg said, from Adrien's shirt pocket. "It isn't okay to judge someone by what someone else does to them."

Adrien opened his mouth to argue, but found he didn't have a response. What he was supposed to say? People are responsible for what other people do? Akumatizations are the victims fault?

"Fine," Adrien said. "You're right. But I still say it doesn't matter."

Marinette found the notebook in the bottom most drawer, on the bottom. The list was in the back of the notebook.

How to Beat Hawkmoth Step one: get better. train. make sure CN and I are ready for a one-to-one battle

In the margins was note scribbled in, dated for Heroes Day. Not even close to ready.

That needed to change. Hawkmoth may not leave physical damage, but he was still leaving damage. Marinette was sick of it.

She turned to an empty page in her notebook, and began writing.

How To Improve: Fitness classes? More training Teamwork training

Marinette tapped her pencil against the paper, thinking. What else? Was there research she could do?

"Sleep more," Tikki said.

"Huh?"

"If you're going to take Hawkmoth down, you'll have to be well-rested," Tikki explained. "Sleep more. Take breaks. Eat more often and eat better."

"But I'm so behind-"

"Then prioritize," Tikki said. "But your health comes first."

Marinette wrote it down. Sleep more. She tapped her pencil again, before bringing out her laptop.

She opened Google, and started searching.

how to improve sleep

Alya grabbed Lacy by the shoulder when she entered the classroom and pulled her into the front corner.

"Somethings up," Alya explained.

Lacy glanced out at the class, and, yeah, Alya was right. Kim was over-compensating - being louder, bigger, and just more. Adrien was staring at his empty desk, deep in thought. And Marinette looked angry, scribbling and erasing things in her notebook.

"I have no clue," Lacy said. "Something last night must have happened. Where there any akumas?"

Alya hesitated.

"No," she lied.

Okay.

"Come on," Alya said. "We're talking to her about it."

"We? She's your best friend?"

But Alya was already tugging Lacy over to the desk.

"Everything okay, girl?" Alya asked.

Marinette looked at her suspiciously. "Yes. Why?"

"You seem a little angry," Lacy replied.

"Oh, I am."

"At who?" Alya questioned.

"Hawkmoth." Marinette slammed her pencil down. "I've had enough of him! He thinks he can just - like he -" Marinette made an incomprehensible noise.

"Mood," Alix said, appearing behind Lacy. She tapped Lacy's shoulder. "Can I talk to you?"

Lacy nodded, and they walked over to their desk.

"What is it?" Lacy asked.

"I think Kim might be a demigod."

"What?"

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Dance with Me, Chaton

Read it on A03, WattPad, FF.net

Written for @ladynoirjuly2019

1. Miraculouses

Adrien pressed his lips into a thin line, his body feeling heavy. Why did he ever think this was a good idea? He pushed the sinking sensation in his chest aside and pressed on. “So, as you can see, it will benefit the company if I explore other career options instead of taking on a CEO role here straight out of school. Having experienced something other than Gabriel for a few years will only make me more capable of helping you here.”

“Out of the question,” Gabriel cut. “You need to know Gabriel inside out to take over, and that’s not attainable by exploring ‘other options’, as you say.”

Adrien pressed on, despite the dread of hopelessness settling in his stomach. “I’ve worked here my whole life and already know the company well. Exploring might give me new ideas and show new approaches to keep us at the top.”

“You’ve been largely out of the work for the university for years, Adrien. A lot has changed and Gabriel’s at the top. We don’t need new ideas and approaches.”

“I beg to differ.” He really was risking his life here. Adrien still persevered. He’s gone this far. He might go all the way. “For now. But you’ve been struggling to maintain that for a few years now, haven’t you? We need new ideas—”

“I am implementing new ideas,” Gabriel snapped. “This summer’s collection—”

“Father, please,” Adrien interrupted. Yup. He’d definitely gone crazy, but someone had to say something. Maybe he’d be even lucky enough to get kicked out of the company for offending his father? “Mme Bourgeois was mocking you when she challenged you to implement sequins, bright feathers, ribbons and bows into your men’s formal wear. Neon coloured sneakers with black formal suits? Ripped formal pants? Do you really not understand what’s going on here?”

Adrien could practically see his father’s eyes filled with anger as he replied. “Ripped pants have been trending for a few years already. It's time formal wear got on it.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“No. I absolutely do not.”

He was mad. Adrien could feel it. Good. Maybe daring to voice his objections would finally make Gabriel pay attention to his son? He didn’t ask for much. He’d been more than a perfect son his whole life, blindly obeying his father’s every whim. The least Gabriel could do now was to grant him the sole wish Adrien refused to back away on: a few years of freedom to do whatever he wanted. His own schedule, his own choice of work, his own life. Was that too much to ask for? If anything, Adrien had earned it. So, he dared to speak again.

“Father, ‘formal’ and ‘ripped’ should not be in the same sentence unless it’s an accident. In all honesty, if you want my opinion, Audrey knew you would never refuse her very public dare, and she used it against you.”

“So, what? It’s a good push for creativity and stepping out of one’s comfort zone.”

“Only in this case, it’s not. She wanted to sink Gabriel for years, and this might just do it.”

“Nonsense.”

“Father, there is a difference between new ideas that work and those that will make you the laughingstock of the entire fashion industry.”

Gabriel quirked an eyebrow, leaning back into his chair. He hummed. “Now, where did I hear those words before, Adrien? Or should I say Ladybug?”

Adrien frowned. “Lady who?”

“Don’t play a fool with me.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest, his voice chilling with every word. “I see, you’ve finally learned to express your opinion quite well. Though, in an incredibly rude fashion, and we will discuss it later. Why did you email me then if you can say face to face?”

Adrien’s frown deepened. “Father, I have no idea—”

Gabriel scoffed. “Was it for practice? Then you should know that if you wanted to remain anonymous, you should use different expressions every time you speak on the matter.”

“Seriously. You are losing me here. What email? Why do I need to email you if I can make an appointment to come here and talk to you?”

“That’s what I’m wondering as well,” Gabriel said, reaching out for his computer mouse. He made a few clicks and added. “Just to refresh your memory.”

Adrien’s phone chimed. He opened his Inbox to find a forwarded message from his father. “From Ladybug?”

“Clever,” Gabriel noted. “I assumed it was a woman at first. Good strategy.”

“I didn’t send this,” Adrien said scanning the text. “I mean I agree with whoever said this—half of your outfits needs to be reworked—but I have nothing to do with this. I’m not Ladybug.”

Gabriel watched him for a split moment before turning away. “So, you’re saying someone in my company, apart from you, thinks my upcoming collection isn’t up to standard?”

“Apparently.” Adrien chuckled. Unexpected turn but he loved it. “Those pieces you’ve created to appease Mme Bourgeois specifically. Like this Ladybug says, ‘Your company is iconic. Your style is legendary. You don’t need to change it, and especially not because of such a ridiculous whim of such a fashion disaster as Audrey Bourgeois.’ I mean she’s right, this Ladybug.”

Adrien smiled to himself. Whoever she was, he’d like to meet her. Or him. Standing up to his father was something he hadn’t had the guts to do for twenty-three years. And even now when he finally tried, he wasn’t sure it was working.

“Weren’t you just now insisting we needed new ideas and strategies?” Gabriel said, relaxing back into his chair. “I say this is it. They might be unconventional for now, but the public takes everything I give them. They’ll eat this too and thank me for it.”

Adrien shook his head, this Ladybug person giving him confidence. If she could do it, so could he. “This is a gamble you know you will lose.”

“There are risks.” Gabriel shrugged. “But reports have been showing a heightened interest in sequins for years and—”

“In girl’s clothing, Father. Little girls. This Ladybug explained it really well. Why can’t you listen?”

Gabriel scowled. “I’m not taking the advice of a coward who couldn’t even come to me personally.”

“So, you can fire them?” Adrien countered. “Father, really? You aren’t that generous, and your employees aren’t that stupid.”

“I can take critique.”

“I’ve been giving you one, and you don’t seem to be taking it. This Ladybug gave you one and you ignore it. Should we combine our forces for you to hear us?”

Gabriel stilled, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips a moment later. “Maybe you should. I’m sure the two of you could convince me of anything, including letting you go to explore other options as you say.”

Adrien quirked an eyebrow, his heart speeding up. Did he just hear his father…?

“Say that again?”

“Find this Ladybug, bring her to me, so I can have a proper conversation with her about the content of her email. In return, you’ll get your freedom.”

The pit of his stomach turned. Adrien dared to ask for freedom, but, in all truth, he did not expect his father to even listen to him. However…

“You want me to find a person for you to fire?”

“Not at all,” Gabriel replied. “Let’s just say I’m not fully convinced by their arguments in their email. I want to hear what else they can tell me.”

Adrien paused, his gaze falling to the floor. So close to what he wanted for most of his life… Yet…

“We’re both adults here, Adrien,” Gabriel said. “We both want something. Why not give it to each other? You’re old enough to work with me, rather than for me, aren’t you?”

Adrien snapped his eyes to Gabriel. He wanted out of here so badly, and here it was. His ticket to freedom. Find this person his Father wanted to talk to and he was free. Still, something at the back of his mind nagged. “You promise you won’t fire them and let me go?”

Gabriel nodded. “Absolutely. How can I fire anyone for expressing their opinion in order to better my company? Who do you take me for?”

Adrien hesitated for just one more moment before pushing that nagging thought away. He deserved this. For absentminded serving for his father for his whole life at his own expense, Adrien deserved a few years to himself. Father promised he won’t fire this person, and judging by their email, Ladybug would be able to easily stand up to Gabriel. Adrien might even be doing them a favour. Really. If they are successful in convincing his father to accept their suggestions, he might even promote them for being a loyal employee.

Standing up, Adrien stretched his arm to his father. “Deal. I’ll find you this Ladybug, and you let me go.”

Gabriel shook his hand with a smile on his lips. “You have until a week before the next show.”

“A month?”

“Of course. If they convince me, and I were to change anything in my collection, I’d need enough time to do that. But you can always back out if you can’t do it in a month.”

Adrien nervously grinned. “I can do it in a month. I was just surprised you are giving me so much time. That’s all.”

Gabriel let Adrien’s hand go. “If you say so. Now if you excuse me, I’ve got some work to do.”

“Same here. Got a Ladybug to catch. Good day, father.”

***

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Hello stranger

Hello, my brave and genius Ladybug. I’m sure you’re surprised to receive this email, but let me assure you: I’ve come in peace.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Chat Noir. Seeing as you’re Ladybug, a good luck charm, and how there is a cute picture of a misfortunate Black Cat on a wall at a cafe I’m at right now, I’d say that’s a fitting name, wouldn’t you say so?

A little about me. I work in proximity of Gabriel Agreste, and the other day I accidentally came upon your email on his table. The boss printed it for who knows what reason and left it between his papers. Upon reading it, I couldn’t not tell you how greatly I admire you for expressing what so many of us in this company think but scared to voice. Those new implementations M Agreste is enforcing are ridiculous and, as you’ve written, will make him a laughingstock of the fashion world. Nicely said, by the way.

Well, I suppose that’s all I wanted to say. Accept my deepest respect and love, my dear Ladybug, and I hope you continue to be as awesome as you’re now.

Sincerely yours,

Chat Noir

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