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Absolutely nailed it. The reason why Vergil's fall into Hell at the end of DMC3 is tragic is not just because of the foregone conclusion that we know comes after his suicide attempt to defeat Mundus, but because Dante doesn't want him to go. Even though Dante said not long prior that he had to stop Vergil even if it meant killing him, Dante still doesn't want him to die for real or disappear, because Vergil is still his family. It's why Dante reached out to Vergil at the end and why Vergil pushing him away hurts so much to watch: even then, despite everything Vergil had done, Dante did not want Vergil to fall into Hell. (And Vergil clearly did not want Dante to fall there either.)

That's exactly why Dante is crying at the end: he just lost the only family he had left, and he tries desperately to convince himself and Lady that Vergil will be back. And so we, as the player, want Vergil back--not just because Vergil is very cool and just as iconic and memorable as Dante--but because it's blatantly obvious that Vergil means a lot to Dante and their bond is unbreakable, and Vergil's absence hurts him in a special way (and this is even without getting into the fact that Vergil has been taken from Dante multiple times throughout the story). It's also blatantly obvious that Vergil, asshole he may be, is just as broken and traumatized as Dante, merely manifesting in the opposite way.

DMC3 was brilliant in how it showed that despite what the twins say and do to each other, they still care about each other. However misguidedly, Vergil questions why Dante refuses to gain power and accept Sparda's heritage and tries to almost guide him onto what he views to be the right path so he can protect the things he loves; Dante is excited to see what "fun" Vergil has planned for him and wants to keep playing "games" with him; they bicker in an amicable way and work together flawlessly to defeat the corrupted Arkham.

So we feel it: Dante's pain, Dante's grief over his brother who's kind of a dick but is still his brother and still means so much to him and makes him feel a way that nobody else can (because up until Nero gets his Devil Trigger in DMC5, only the twins can pose a challenge to each other, they're so powerful), Dante's hope that surely Vergil, his brother, will be back soon. He just finished kicking Vergil's ass but that doesn't mean he doesn't want Vergil there. He does, even if it means he has to defeat Vergil to make him see sense (which is just how they do things, given Vergil starts to change his tune after Nero defeats him in 5).

And though we never actually see how the twins return after severing the Qliphoth roots, the scenes of Vergil sitting peacefully in Nico's van with Nero and Dante are so heartwarming because even without words or exposition, we know that it must not have been easy for 1) Vergil to swallow his personal pride and come to face-to-face with people he's been cruel to so that he's allowed entry, 2) all of the van's other regulars to accept Vergil's presence there (even if Dante, Nero, and maaaybe Trish are okay with it, that still leaves Nico and quite notably, Lady, who no doubt still remembers Vergil from the Temen-ni-gru), and 3) for everyone involved, Vergil included, to be that at ease. And while Vergil looks remarkably chill for Vergil, Dante in particular looks pretty happy, and it's really easy to imagine how happy he must be to be able to just... hang out with his brother and do nothing together without arguing or fighting because for once, for the first time since DMC3 and their joint defeat of the mutated Arkham, Vergil has decided to try things Dante's way for once (though he's not winning the two against one battle should he decide to get up his power schemes again), and he's apparently pretty fine with it! For once, Vergil is growing as a person! For once, Vergil is looking beyond his own trauma to the people around him and seeing that maybe he still can be loved and supported (if not protected)--just as Dante always continued to love him even at his worst.

And that's so beautiful. That's always been the best ending for him, that's always been the thing Dante has wanted for him: to recognize that his humanity is not something that makes him weak, but an important part of him that he should acknowledge. And Vergil sitting there in the van--awkward, tapping his hands together, unsure how to speak to Nero, smiling slightly to himself--is the human Vergil Dante has always wanted to see and always believed was in there; something we the player have always known and believed along with him.

One thing I've always enjoyed about Vergil is that the games make you like him and root for him as a character... but not because he's right. It's not because he's noble. It's not even because he's traumatized. It's because he's Dante's brother.

Vergil is kind of terrible. He's done a lot of terrible things. The game doesn't even try to dispute that. You are not supposed to see Vergil as a heroic figure. Yet we still root for him because Dante, our PoV character, roots for him. Dante loves his brother. He wants his brother to succeed. We see how Vergil's absence crushes Dante. He never truly gets over it.

To Dante, Vergil is the person you love even though sometimes you just can't stand them, and maybe despite the fact that they've hurt you, because they're so important to you that you can't imagine life without them. He is the person you watch destroy themselves over and over, knowing there's nothing you can do to stop it, and you feel a piece of yourself break every single time the cycle repeats. Even if we, as players, may not see that or feel that for Vergil (at least, not right away), it's clear that Dante does.

And I can't emphasize enough how relatable and human that experience is. I think we've all been there in one way or another with someone in our lives. If we haven't, then I'm sure we've all watched a friend or family member go through that with someone they've loved.

He really doesn't need to be anything grander than that. He's not secretly right or noble. In fact, he's dead wrong about a lot. Yet we're still on Vergil's side because when he overcomes, when he finds his peace, when he becomes the person Dante hoped he could be, then Dante finds peace as well.

And we all want a world where the people we love can find their peace, and we can find our peace with them.

[little-mari-on-a-roof]

Frenglish differences in Miraculous - Episode 14

Animan

Adrien - Nino

En: FYI, Marinette's never gonna fall in love with a statue. - Shh! You know im no good with the ladies, especially this one all of a sudden. I mean, dude, do I go up to her and crack a joke? Shoot her a compliment? Invite her to the zoo, play it serious?

Fr: Dis moi Nino, je trouve que tu louches un peu trop souvent sur Marinette ces derniers temps. - Chuuut, oui bon bah c'est vrai je la trouve super mignonne. Tu trouves pas, toi ? Oh, comment je pourrais faire pour qu'elle me remarque ? Je dois faire quoi ? Lui sortir une blague ? Lui faire des compliments ? L'inviter au zoo, la jouer façon tombeur ?

Tell me Nino, I think you're squinting a little too often at Marinette these days. - Shhhh, well yeah it's true that I find her super cute. Don't you think so too? Oh, how could I get her to notice me? What do I need to do? Crack a joke? Compliment her? Invite her to the zoo, play it like a stud?

"Marinette's never gonna fall in love with a statue." Sure dude. Very rich coming from the person who tried to get her to like him by, doing what exactly? Ah yes. Masquerading as a wax statue. Anyway. Adrien's line in French might sound a bit like some kind of jealousy when reading it but it's not, he's just teasing Nino.

Nino after Adrien teases him for wanting to invite a girl to the zoo

En: Well, they have this really cool new exhibit there.

Fr: Bah quoi, il paraît qu'ils viennent de recevoir une nouvelle panthère.

Well, I heard they just received a new panther.

Nino - Adrien

En: What if I act like a Moron-a-saurus? Or she disses me, or thinks I'm lame or... - Okay, I got your back.

Fr: Et je fais quoi moi après si elle me jette si elle me met un vent ou qu'elle me traite de gros lourd ?! - Ok, viens, je vais t'aider.

And what do I do after if she rejects me or if she ignores me or calls me a lump. - Ok, come, I'm gonna help you.

The saying Nino uses is "gros lourd", which literally means "big heavy". It is used to refer to guys who are very insistent and annoying.

Marinette (talking about Adrien) - Alya

En: Oh, he's such a... - Smarty, hottie, suavissimo, yummytastic, spellbinder. - All of the above.

Fr: Hhhhha, il est tellement... - Intelligent, gentil, beau comme un dieu, irrésistible, drôle et sensible ? - Tellement plus que ça.

*Very big sigh*, he's so... - Intelligent, kind, handsome as a god, irresistible, funny and tenderhearted? - So much more than that.

French Marinette really is infatuated lmao.

Nino to Adrien

En: If I could be yourself. Myself don't work that way.

Fr: Sauf que pour toi c'est trop facile. Moi avec les filles c'est une galère.

Except that for you it's too easy. For me, with girls, it's a mess.

Here, Nino says it's "une galère", which is the French word for galley. It is used to refer to a tricky and hard to get through situation, just like you need a lot of strength to row a galley.

After Nino said to Marinette that there's no need for Adrien to hang out at the zoo: Alya replies in her earpiece

En: Of course we do, you Dumbo.

Fr: Bien sûr que si grosse nouille.

Of course we do, you big noodle.

Noodle can be used as an insult in French, it makes the whole scene very funny.

Max

En: Typical diet for a feline species requiring the strength to run at speeds in excess of 60 miles per hour.

Fr: C'est l'aliment principale de ce carnivore féliforme capable d'atteindre la vitesse de 65km/h.

It is the main food item of this feliform carnivore capable of reaching the speed of 65km per hour.

Who tf uses the word féliforme like ever. But the main problem is the speed. 65km/h is only about 40mph. 60mph, like the English dub says, is actually closer to 95km/h. And according to science, the English dub is bullshit. Panthers can't run that fast.

Kim

En: What place did your cat come in at the county Athletics tournament?

Fr: Il a fini combien votre chaton au championnat intercollège d'Île-de-France ?

What place did your kitten come in at the inter middle school championship of Île-de-France?

Île-de-France is the French région that Paris belongs to. County would probably rather be used to refer to what we call a département which, in the case of Paris, is the city itself. There are currently 18 French régions, and around a hundred départements.

Kim, comparing himself to the panther

En: No need to, I'm obviously the better-looking one. Hey, kitty-kitty. How about a little race with me, huh? Last ones a rotten egg.

Fr: Ha ! Ça ne risque pas ! C'est clair que je suis le plus canon des deux. Hey, boule de poils. Ça te dirait de faire une course avec moi, hein ? Le dernier arrivé aura un gage.

Ah! There's no risk! It's clear that I am the more gorgeous of the two. Hey, furball. What would you say about having a race with me, huh? The last one there gets a dare/has to pay a forfeit.

I'm not 100% sure about the translation here since it seems there's no direct translation of "avoir un gage", but basically, the loser has to pay a forfeit by completing a dare.

Max

En: Let's see. With a 6-feet-per-second wind behind you, and the sun at a 45 degrees to the northeast, I don't think you'd be a rotten egg, you'd be lunch.

Fr: Voyons voir. En considérant un vent favorable de 2 mètres par seconde et avec le soleil dans le dos, je sens que c'est toi qui aura le gage, et elle, elle te dévorera.

Let's see. Considering a rear wind of 2 meters per second and with the sun in your back, I can feel that you're the one who's gonna have to do the dare (/pay the forfeit) while she will devour you.

2 meters per second corresponds to about 6.5 feet, so this conversion is quite accurate.

Chat Noir - Ladybug

En: I dont think he can "bear" to listen to that noise. - You're almost too much to "bear". Now we wait.

Fr: Il en a plein les oreilles, le bruit le rend chèvre. - C'est toi qui me rends chèvre avec ton humour. Regarde il est épuisé !

He's getting an earful, the noise is driving him nuts (lit. driving him goat). - You're the one driving me goat with your humour. Look, he's exhausted!

In French, to "drive somebody goat" means you're making them enraged/lose their patience or annoying them a lot. It's obviously a hilarious pun coming from Chat Noir and Ladybug teasing him in return.

Chat Noir hugging Ladybug after she got eaten by the dinosaur

En: That was a wild ride.

Fr: J'ai cru que je t'avais perdue.

I thought I'd lost you.

The emotioooon!!

[starscay]

Sleepy Memories

“Go back to sleep, Chaton.” She tells him as she slides under the covers. She hopes the soft sounds of the tv and his breathing will act as her lullaby, and calm her mind enough to sleep.

“Come here,” He’s mumbling, but he pulls her against his chest, her nose burying into it. “You’re so cold.”

“That’s because I run colder than you do.” She replies, and he mutters something unintelligible in response.

—-

Chat Noir does not remember what happened the night before

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[arts-and-drafts]

Someone New (Miraculous Ladybug)

Or; Adrien Agreste Does Drag (The Complete Novelization). I am just in love with Fem!Catwalker AUs I couldn't resist

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-

Adrien groaned audibly and dropped his head in his hands after looking in the mirror to see Chat Noir for the thirteenth time.

"Claws in," he moped.

"This isn't working." Adrien complained, as soon as Plagg rematerialized. His kwami rolled his eyes and floated over to his desk to pick up another rancid slice of cheese.

"Just try harder, kid!" Plagg replied, oh-so-helpfully. "Really feel the role! Aren't you supposed to be an actor?"

"I'm a model," Adrien grumbled the correction, with no real bite behind it. Plagg made a flippant 'same-difference' gesture with his paw, his mouth full of camembert. He must've realized how genuinely upset Adrien was right now, because usually the kwami would talk with his mouth full, regardless of how much Adrien hated it.

Well, it was nice to know at least someone was taking his feelings into account.

Adrien shook the thought from his head. It was his own fault he had to be doing this, right now, trying to find a way to be someone he wasn't just to be Ladybug's partner again.

He couldn't pin his bitterness on her. He'd known how she felt for a long, long time.

’I'm sorry, mon chaton...there's someone else.’

Adrien locked eyes with his reflection. It looked sad.

"Alright-" Plagg announced, making a show of cracking his back and neck as he floated back over to Adrien. "Ready for round fourteen?" The kwami asked cheekily.

Adrien rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the mirror, scrutinizing the reflection looking back at him. What wasn't he getting? Something was missing, something he needed, but he couldn't begin to figure it out.

Feel the role.

But he was trying, and it wasn't working.

"Hey, what'd the mirror do to you?" Plagg asked, pulling Adrien from his thoughts. He turned to his kwami, hoping his despair was clear on his face.

"Aw, come on, Adrien, it's really not that hard!" Plagg said, flying around to Adrien's other side and turning his chin to look back at the mirror. "Maybe don't think of it like acting. Think of it like...wearing the scent of a new cheese!"

Adrien couldn't help but scoff, a traitorous smile quirking at the corners of his lips. Plagg continued on, undeterred.

"You're not trying to say you hate cheese." Plagg said. "You're just expressing another cheese that you like!"

Adrien blinked.

Somehow, this time, Plagg's cheese metaphor made sense to him.

"I'm still me." Adrien said slowly. "I just...need to be a different part of me."

Plagg made a delighted noise. "Finally! I get through to you! About time you started listening to my genius."

That got Adrien to actually laugh, and he turned to his kwami.

"Alright. Let's try again."

Plagg nodded, and floated up to eye level, looking at Adrien with confidence. Confidence in him. Confident that Adrien could do this.

How could Adrien have ever thought that giving him up was the right thing to do?

"I'm...sorry, by the way." Adrien admitted, looking his kwami in the eyes. "I didn't consider how backing out of being Chat Noir would make you feel."

"Pshh." Plagg waved his paw in the air fervently, like he was swatting a bug. "Enough of that mushy stuff. I have my favorite kitten back, and that's all that matters."

Adrien smiled so wide his cheeks hurt.

"Plagg, claws out!"

-

Adrien couldn't sleep.

He'd tried and failed to transform into someone new over and over after his and Plagg's "heart-to-heart", despite the advice his kwami gave him. He just couldn't see himself being anything other than what he was. Chat Noir.

Sometimes, being Chat Noir felt even more right than being Adrien Agreste.

Most times.

Adrien groaned and pressed his pillow over his face.

Maybe it would be better to just go back to Ladybug as himself. Apologize, and ask to be let back on her team. On their team.

Jealousy, hot and guilty, clenched in his gut at the thought. He'd do anything for his lady and her love, but he wasn't willing to resort to crawling back to her like a street cat, desperate for a home.

He was better than that. Or at the very least, he was more stubborn than that.

"What's eatin' ya, kid?" Plagg asked, curled up on his own little section of Adrien's pillow, his eyes softly glowing green in the dark. Adrien lifted the pillow from his face to cut a glare at his kwami.

"Geez, I was just asking." Plagg replied, his brow furrowing. "Are you really that caught up on the transformation thing?"

"Of course I am, Plagg!" Adrien cried, throwing his arms up hopelessly. "This is the only way I can be with my lady again and I can't get it right!"

Plagg made a gagging sound, which did not help Adrien's mood.

"I'll never understand how mortals are obsessed with anything other than cheese." Plagg sighed wearily, and then floated upwards off the pillow. "Okay, kid, let's go."

"Go where?" Adrien asked, his bad mood faltering a bit.

Plagg zipped over to the window. "To somewhere that will really help you transform. In any way you want."

Adrien squinted suspiciously, but sat up in bed all the same. "...What place can do that?”

-

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Adrien seethed, mortified, his face flushed and hot as he stared up at the neon sign that Plagg had led him to.

"What?" Plagg said, smugness in his tone as he poked his head out of Adrien's coat pocket. "There's no better place in Paris to find such masters of natural transformation. And you have superpowers at your disposal, too!"

"No better place than a drag bar?!" Adrien asked, his voice shrill as it could get with him still whispering. Plagg narrowed his eyes.

"Don't you dare talk bad about drag bars! One of my past holders got his start in one, you know!" Plagg reprimanded, sounding unusually serious. Adrien stammered.

"I don't—Plagg, I don't care that it's a drag bar!" Adrien tried to say. "I just—what if anyone sees Adrien Agreste lurking around a place like this! My father would-"

"Calm down, Adrien, sweet brie!" Plagg rolled his eyes. "I'm not asking Adrien Agreste to go in there."

Adrien went quiet as the wheels turned in his head.

"Wh—Chat Noir?!" Adrien balked. Plagg stared at him deadpan, like he was stupid. "No, obviously I mean Hawkmoth. Of course Chat Noir!"

"That's not even legal! I'm not eighteen yet!" Adrien tried to argue, though he was pretty certain nobody would question Chat Noir's age. Plagg scoffed.

"Your human lives are so short." Plagg complained. "Why would you wait for anything when every moment is so important? I'll never understand it."

"Claws out." Adrien commanded instead of answering, closing his eyes as the magic washed over him. He didn't want to risk another second being here as Adrien Agreste, even with his coat hood up.

No sooner did he open his eyes as Chat Noir, his paranoia was rewarded.

"Hey, kid, you okay?"

And Adrien turned to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

She was tall, with a wig that added two feet to her height, clad in a flattering hot pink skin-tight dress. What looked like a coat entirely made of baby pink feathers was draped over her, to combat the cold.

The most striking thing was her face. She was wearing lots of makeup, not just to look pretty but to also stand out, every stroke of eyeliner and every brush of lipstick and every pad of foundation expertly placed to accent her handsome features in all the boldest ways. 

A drag queen. Adrien had never met one before.

Is this what being starstruck was like?

"Not the well-mannered type, are we?" The queen teased, and Adrien quickly snapped his mouth shut, his face going scarlet. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Easy, honey. I'm only kidding." The queen stood back to her full height from where she bent slightly to address him, and Adrien had to crane his neck to look her in the eye.

"What's Chat Noir doing around here?" The queen asked, and Adrien knew she wasn't being accusatory, but his heart rate picked up anyway.

"I—a friend told me—" Adrien stammered. "I-"

"You're here for the show?" The queen guided his question gently, and Adrien tried to get a hold of himself.

"Um...I-I don't know." He said, deciding to be honest. "I wanted to see how your...makeup is done?"

Blessedly, the queen's eyes lit up.

"Oh, of course!" She said, smiling. "We love teaching the next generation. It's not often we meet a lot of younger ones interested nowadays."

Oh. She thought Adrien meant he wanted to see the makeup to do it himself.

Though...isn't that why Plagg brought him here?

"It's just—really impressive," Adrien tried to pull off his regular superhero charm, and it wasn't a lie. He'd been around makeup his whole life, people all around him powdering and painting him to make sure he was the epitome of perfect before a shoot.

But this, this was...something truly incredible. This queen wasn't using makeup to cover her imperfections. She was using it as an identity, as much of a mask as his was when he transformed into Chat Noir. 

Something clicked in his head all at once.

"That's sweet of you, honey." The queen brought him back to reality with a smile. "I'd love to tell you how it's done, but I go on in five." She said, turning away from him to shuffle through her bright pink clutch she procured from her feather coat.

"But," she continued, and held out a card to him with a smile. "I have a backstage VIP class on how I apply my look, and a behind-the-scenes tour. Just give my manager a call."

Adrien took the card, glancing a look at it. In swirling purple letters were the words 'FELICITY VALENTINE', followed by a phone number.

"Felicity?" Adrien looked up, and the queen flipped her hair. "The one and only," she confirmed with a wink.

"And, hey." She said, her voice turning gentle. "Take it at your own pace, okay? No pressure."

"Thank you," Adrien replied, startled by her sudden change.

Felicity Valentine smiled at him, waved her acrylic-nail accessorized fingers, and with a swish of her feather coat, disappeared into the bar, her only goodbye being a call over her shoulder. "Ciao, whiskers!"

Leaving Adrien dumbly standing with a business card in hand, staring at the doors of the building.

He oddly felt that her words of encouragement weren't just talking about giving her a call.

-

Back in his bedroom, Adrien laid flat on his back on his couch and stared at the ceiling. It was well past 2:00 AM now, but he wasn't tired in the slightest.

A weird buzzing had overcome his chest after he got home. Something like giddiness, but much more tinged with nervousness instead of excitement.

He couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

Something about the way Felicity looked at him. Like...she knew something. Something that he didn't know himself.

Her words continued to rotate in Adrien’s mind until they didn’t sound like words anymore. 

’Take it at your own pace. No pressure.’

He thought about how Plagg compared drag to being a mask, a new identity.

Adrien sharply sat up, fueled with new determination. He quickly went to the mirror and flicked on the overhead light, his kwami uttering a sleepy mumble.

“Kid…? Wha’ are you doin’?” Plagg yawned, exposing his tiny needle-like teeth.

“I’m gonna try again.” Adrien replied, staring his reflection in the eyes.

“Can’t it wait til’ the morning?” Plagg grumped, but floated up from his little pillow despite his complaining.

“Claws out,” Adrien replied, and Plagg’s sleepy yelp was lost in the transformation.

Adrien opened his eyes, and saw-

Someone new.

He gasped, raising a hand to his masked face. His clawed gloves had been replaced with fingerless leather, the tips of his fingers now adorned with neon green acrylic nails sharp as claws. His mask was much more angular and lined in bright green, much more akin to a masquerade mask. His cat-like eyes were complimented by long, neon green eyelashes in the corners of his eyelids. His cheekbones now looked sharp as knives, the magic of the transformation having worked actual magic with his makeup and foundation.

His lips were painted black, though outlined with that same striking green. His blond hair still kept that short and shaggy look from Chat Noir’s persona, but it looked like a blown out perm that was now longer in the back, of course all pulled together by signature cat ears.

His suit was still the same skintight leather-like material, but it was now complemented by green line patterns starting at his wrists and ankles and climbing up to his knees and elbows, mimicking a fishnet texture. His boots had become platform heels with green soles, seamlessly blending with his suit. His belt-tail was now that same neon green, which hugged his waist flatteringly and pulled the eye to his figure.

Adrien uttered an awed laugh, turning to look at his—her—reflection over her shoulder and striking a pose.

“Me-ow.”

-

Adrien set off the next morning, after snatching a few hours of sleep that finally came after taking a liberal amount of photos in the mirror of the new and improved Chat Noir.

No, wait, he couldn’t be Chat Noir anymore. What would this—well, drag persona of himself be called?

Adrien chewed on the question as the “new” Black Cat Miraculous holder deftly leapt over rooftops in search of her lady.

She spotted (ha) red and black while flying over the Louvre, and redirected her course to land in front of Ladybug.

Ladybug gasped, stepping back with wide eyes. “O-oh, Plagg did it…”

Adrien fought to not smile. His plan worked perfectly, if he could even fool his beloved lady into thinking he was someone else.

Instead, she crossed one platform-heeled foot behind the other and curtsied with an imaginary skirt, her eyes on Ladybug.

“Ladybug,” She said, emulating Felicity Valentine’s confidence. “Your new Black Cat is here, upon request,” She winked, and Ladybug went as red as her suit.

“I-I can that see—I-I mean! I can see that,” Ladybug stammered, her eyes wide. “What—what should I call you?”

Adrien paused, thinking about it. Thinking about Felicity, how she effortlessly strutted like she owned every step, out to perform for another night.

“Catwalker,” She decided, unable to resist.

[barxlupin]

"I got you, mon chaton~"

As soon as Mydei is looking away. He's learned the hard way not to piss off big, muscular men.

He's just staring in awe.

[aalissy]

First Sight

Andddd welcome to the first chapter of Marichat May :). I hope that you like it <3. I'm still upset about how short the reverse love square was tbh!!

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Marinette had practically fallen in love with Adrien Agreste at first sight. That was a universal fact. He gave her his umbrella and that had been it for her. She had been his.

Except for when she wasn’t...

Because she hadn’t fallen in love with Chat Noir at first sight. No. The love she had for her partner had grown slowly. So slowly, in fact, that Marinette hadn’t even recognized it until that day at the museum where they faced Manipula together.

Marinette sighed as she pulled her knees up to her chest, swiveling on the chair she was sitting in. She nestled her chin on her legs, glancing down sadly at her bedroom floor. 

But, it just seemed different now. He didn’t seem to have the same feelings for her. No matter how hard she tried to get closer to him as Ladybug, Chat seemed to be pulling away. Almost like he had lost feelings for her.

Marinette clenched her eyes shut tightly, shaking her head rapidly. She didn’t want to think about that. That was just a terrible thought.

A small tap on the trapdoor above her bed had her suddenly grinning from ear to ear, however. That was at least one thing that hadn’t changed. Chat still continued to pay visits to her. Instantly her mood was lifted as her eyes fluttered closed, listening to that familiar tap on the trapdoor above her bed. 

In just a few more moments, Marinette grinned, springing up, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Chat's visits always managed to brighten her day, no matter how down she might have previously felt about the fact that his feelings may have changed for her.

With a swift motion, Marinette sprang up her bedside ladder, opening the trapdoor. There he was. Her partner. Her Chat Noir, grinning mischievously as he descended gracefully into her room. "Good evening, purrincess," he greeted her with a bow, his emerald eyes sparkling with excitement.

It took everything in her not to positively swoon at the nickname. Had he always called her princess with that intonation? How had she never freaked out about that before?! Oh, she was very much so going to be gushing to both Tikki and Alya later tonight.

"Hey, Chaton," Marinette replied, trying to sound casual despite the warmth spreading through her cheeks. "What brings you here tonight?"

Chat’s grin widened as he approached her, his cat-like grace evident in every step. "Oh, just wanted to check on my favorite civilian," he teased, leaning in closer to her. She almost thought she imagined the humorous glint in his eyes, however, when they suddenly softened, and he murmured, “I missed you.”

Marinette felt her heart race at the comment. She felt dizzy. Like she was floating on a wonderful bed of clouds. It felt just like old times. She hadn’t heard Chat talk like this for years.  

Clearing her throat, she attempted to keep from fainting on the floor below. "Y-your favorite, huh?" she retorted, a playful glint in her eyes. “But I missed you too.”

Chat chuckled, a sound that never failed to make her stomach flutter. "Well, seeing as how we were both missing each other, purrhaps I should consider stopping by more often," he quipped, his tail swishing behind him. 

He seemed almost... anxious? Was that even possible? Marinette didn’t think she had ever seen Chat look this anxious before.

With a small smile, she nodded. “Yes. Yes, please. You, um, you’re always welcome here, mon Chaton.”

Marinette's heart raced as she watched Chat, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her at his words, at the familiar banter that felt like a comforting embrace.

Chat’s eyes lit up at her response, and for a brief moment, Marinette thought she saw a hint of relief flicker across his features. The anxiety seemed to melt away as he replied, his voice soft and sweet, "Thank you, purrincess. You know I always feel at home when I'm with you."

Marinette's cheeks flushed at the sincerity in his tone. It was moments just like this that reminded her of why she had grown to love her partner so deeply. Despite the masks and the secrets, there was a connection between them that went beyond words. They just seemed to understand each other. Even without the use of words.

With a motion of her head, Marinette led him down the ladder into her bedroom. It was time for her to defeat him in a game of Ultimate Mecha Strike III just like usual. He bounded after her, his eyes sparkling as he knew exactly where they were headed.

She pulled up the game, and as they talked and laughed while playing, she couldn't help but steal glances over at Chat, noticing the way his eyes sparkled with genuine happiness whenever he was with her. It was a side of him she positively cherished, one that was making her heart skip a beat.

The night wore on, and eventually, even Marinette who was used to going to bed late, was yawning in the middle of their matches. Chat paused their game, causing her to frown over at him. She was not ready for their night to be over yet! She still wanted to continue talking with him!

“Hey!” She pouted. “I was winning!”

“And you can win again tomorrow,” he said, bending to brush a kiss against her forehead. “I’ll see you then.”

“O-okay.” A dizzy smile spread across her lips as Marinette lifted her hand to wave up at him. He had just kissed her! The top of her forehead was still tingling! 

He bid her goodnight with a lingering smile, his eyes filled with something that she couldn’t quite identify. She watched him bound up onto her balcony, falling back against her chair with a contented sigh. He was coming back tomorrow! How crazy was that?! He didn’t usually pay her visits two nights in a row. 

Maybe... maybe... it was possible that he still felt the exact same as her. With another yawn, Marinette stood up with a stretch. It was time for her to go to bed. Climbing up her ladder into her bed, she was ready for dreams of Chat Noir to greet her.

[starwarsmum]

Day 28! It's kind of surreal that Christmas is over and we're three days away from the end of the year. Today is a follow on from my Sibling!Cassinette AU

@maribat-calendar-events

After several days of revelry, Paris finally wound down from the mayhem that had followed Hawkmoth's defeat. Chat Noir had joined Ladybug for the press conference the day after the parade but it had been obvious he was confused. He has looked at Robin like he was a personal enemy, probably because Robin had been hovering around Ladybug the same way a moth strayed towards a flame. 

But once the parades, and parties, were over, Ladybug agreed to meet with Chat again to discuss what would happen going forward. They set it for the top of the Eiffel Tower, late in the evening to avoid being seen by too many people.

Chat arrived early and paced impatiently. He was excited, sure that Ladybug would have no qualms with sharing identities now that there was no Hawkmoth hovering over them. He checked the time again, almost growling when it had only been two minutes. 

It took very little time for him to get bored of waiting and started messing around with his staff. He dropped it a few times, but nobody was around to see him so he pushed down his embarrassment. He practically melted when he heard the familiar zip of Ladybug's yo-yo and turned towards the sound.

“Hey kitty,” she said brightly, pulling him into a hug. “I can't believe it's finally over!”

“Yeah, I have to admit it was kind of a shock to wake up one morning and find out it was finished,” Chat replied, trying not to let his insecurity show in his voice. “And I can't believe you got the Gotham bats to work with you, that was so cool!”

“Yes, well, Robin and I are fairly…close,” Ladybug admitted, a beautiful flush spreading across her cheeks. Chat frowned, suspicious. “That's actually part of what I wanted to talk to you about. Robin - and the rest of the Batclan! - offered for us to officially join the Justice League. And I needed to know whether you wanted to, or if you were planning to hang up the claws.”

“Hang up- you think I would give up being Chat Noir?” He was astonished, his fingers flitting to his ring. 

“Well, no, I didn't think you would want to, but you needed to know it was an option,” Ladybug said softly, smiling gently. Chat relaxed again, leaning on his baton and shooting her a flirty smile. Her smile faded and she bit her lip as though she wanted to say something but wasn't sure she should.

“You know, now that Hawkmoth is gone, there's nothing stopping us from doing an identity reveal,” he prompted. She deflated, frowning guiltily. “Right?”

“Um, well,” she hesitated, fiddling with the yo-yo string. She took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I'm planning on joining the Justice League, partly because I think I can do more good with some proper training and partly because…Robin asked me to. He and I are- well, we’re dating,” she blurted out, wincing at how rushed it felt.

“You and Robin,” Chat said, lips numb. “What…how did that happen?”

“We've just spent a lot of time together recently. He's good for me, Chaton, and I like him a lot. And I'm not trying to hurt you with this, but I can't give you my identity because then, if you know my civilian self, you would know who Robin is and that's not my secret to share.”

“But he knows who you are,” Chat said flatly, tail whipping back and forth in agitation. “So, what, we just don't know who each other is? Nothing changes?”

“I need to know who you are behind the mask, Chat,” Ladybug whispered, flinching when he yelped. “I'm the Guardian, Chaton. It's not because I want to know, I would be happy with nothing changing, but I need to know who has the Miraculous. It's why I'm giving you the choice of just backing out of being Chat Noir instead of joining the Justice League.”

Chat was silent, struggling to process everything she had told him. He had come here, expecting to finally be able to sweep his lady off her feet and know who she was, only to be told he could share his identity but she wouldn't be reciprocating. Hell, not even could share; he had to! Keeping his temper had never been so hard and, without the threat of Hawkmoth looming over him, he wasn't sure he could fully stop himself from blowing up.

“Were you ever going to tell me who you are or is this just the best excuse you could come up with?” His voice came out in a hiss and Ladybug visibly flinched. But then she was steeling herself, eyes shining but clear.

“I know this isn't what you wanted, Chat, but I cannot change the situation. If you want to join the Justice League with me, I need to know in three days and if not you can give me back the Miraculous of the Black Cat any time leading up to that. But knowing your identity is non-negotiable and it needs to happen now.”

“Fine,” Chat clipped out, taking a deep breath. He had intended to tell Ladybug who he was anyway, but knowing that she wouldn't be returning the gesture left a sour taste in his mouth. “Claws in.”

Marinette couldn't help the gasp that left her when he detransformed. Adrien was Chat Noir? The quiet, spineless model that she had had a crush on all that time ago was her partner? She swallowed and took a moment to control her breathing.

“You…weren't kidding about the pretty face, I guess,” she said lamely, aware that she was uncomfortable and probably making him uncomfortable too. And then a horrifying thought occurred to her and she slapped a hand to her forehead. “Chaton, this is not going to be easy, but we need to talk about Hawkmoth.”

_ _ _

Marinette ran directly from the Eiffel Tower to Damian. She'd had no choice, and even Chat- no, even Adrien had understood. She detransformed as she landed in the middle of the Waynes suite, eliciting a number of alarmed yells and curses. Damian was the only one who kept his cool, catching her as she threw herself into his arms.

“Marinette, what is the matter?” He murmured, ignoring the excited buzz of his family in favour of checking on her. “Did he not take it well?”

“It was Adrien. I couldn't…he couldn't keep Plagg, not with Gabriel being left alone,” Marinette sobbed, burying her face in his chest. It was a relief when his arms tightened around her and he whispered assurances into her hair. 

Eventually she pulled away from Damian and faced the rest of the Waynes. The only one not looking at her in shock was Cass, who only looked concerned. Her older sister pulled her into a firm hug, rubbing her back in circles.

“That must have been a really hard decision,” Bruce said at last, nodding at her sympathetically when she hiccupped. “But do you think it was the wrong decision?”

“No, I can't risk Gabriel finding out who Chat is if he's left with it. He didn't work it out before because he was preoccupied with his own Miraculous but with more time? Gabriel could be fully deadly with the Black Cat. I hate it, but this was the only way this could have gone. I'm sorry, Plagg,” she said, glancing at the Kwami hiding in her hair. 

“Not your fault, Pigtails,” the tiny cat muttered, green eyes slightly watery. “Besides, a nice rest in the box with Nooroo and Duusuu sounds like a great way to spend the next few months.”

To the credit of the Waynes they only exchanged a couple of looks, and only Jason swore softly at the Kwami as it emerged from its hiding place. Plagg smirked halfheartedly at them all before asking Marinette if there was any cheese.

“I know I said it before but, seriously, welcome to the family, Pix,” Jason said at last. It dragged a weak giggle out of her and he grinned at her. “Now, it's sort of a family tradition to ignore trauma in favour of beating something up. Given you don't have a supervillain anymore we can substitute it with a spar if you want.”

“Todd is right,” Damian said, carrying a plate of various cheeses over for Plagg. “It is a rare occurrence and we should likely mark the occasion for future celebration, but if you would like to take your frustration out physically…we were intending to take you to the WatchTower shortly at any rate.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” she said, smiling up at everyone. It had been a difficult day, but she was confident that, with the Waynes support, she was going to be okay.

[seacee16]

hues of you | charles leclerc

charles leclerc x original female character

warnings: none

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chapter one ~ pink

Bahrain '23

juliette.amelie

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alpinef1team I pretend I do not see

Juliette had always been amazed a how one small interaction could lead to something bigger: love, heartbreak, betrayal, friendship. How the universe set up every aspect of every life, and how some lines are destined to cross in ways boy mundane and strange. But each crossing had a purpose. And one fated crossing back in the country of her birth had led her to where she was today. No matter how many years passed, she found it impossible to forget about it.

“Is this your first time in La Castellet?” The man asked in another attempt to strike up conversation with the young woman. It was two questions ago that she had begun to regret her decision of going out alone, but her friends were knee-deep in assignments and heck she was only in town for a few nights.

“No, I’ve been before,” she replied politely, just as she had with the other questions.

“Pity, I’ve been told I am a great tour guide.” She nodded, bringing her glass to her glossed lips in hope of finding a way out at the bottom of her drink.

The man’s eyes raked over her sitting figure before taking a step closer. Too close. “You know-“

That is when she first met him. She felt his hand on her back first, the presence of his body behind her own prominent and towering. Then came the smell of his cologne. And finally, the deep French-accented voice a little bit above her head.

“There you are, ma chaton.” My kitten.

The strange man’s head dipped down to press a gentle kiss to her cheek, so soft that it was barely felt. He lingered; eyes focused on the man opposite her as he froze in place.

“Need some help?” Her saviour whispered, the music around them keeping his words hidden from anyone else.

Her eyes flickered, catching a hint of stubble and dirty blonde curls in her peripherals. She turns her head slightly, enough to return the subtle kiss her had given her. His jaw was rough beneath her lips.

“S’il vous plaît,” she whispered back, feeling the man’s fingers tap the span of her back in response. Please. She saw him straighten his body to its full height, his gaze never leaving her unwanted company. But then he smiled, stepping forward to offer a hand to the confused man.

“Thank you for keeping her company while she waited. There are some real creeps in this world and I would hate for anything to have happened to her before I arrived.” She couldn’t see his face, but it had the other man stumbling over his words and feet until he was no longer in sight. The woman let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding, sweeping her hair over one shoulder.

Her saviour made himself comfortable in the seat beside her, giving her the perfect opportunity to take him all in. He leaned forward to say something to the bartender, oblivious to her stares. Expensive was the first word that came to mind as she gave him a once over. With both sleeves of his slightly creased white shirt pushed up to his elbows, she could see the large watch shining on his wrist. A pair of sunglasses hung from the front, exposing a hint of chest and muscle. Blonde hair and stubble all along his jaw. And when he finally turned towards her, she noticed his eyes. Blue as the melting glaciers, clear as day.

“That happen to you often?”

She shook her head. “Usually, I have a few friends around to keep the sharks at bay. Guess this is what I get for going out alone,” she joked, offering the new stranger a smile.

He seemed shocked by her words. “You’re here alone?”

With a raised eyebrow, she teased, “Why so surprised? Because you just can’t believe that a girl like me would come to a bar without a man dangling from her little finger?” The man grinned, amused by the words that surely any other man would have spewed in her presence.

“I was, but that makes me seem a bit douchebag-y, so let’s just say I’m wondering because it’s not entirely safe,” he played along. A drink was placed on the bar top in front of him. After thanking the man behind the bar, the stranger stood. “If you’d like, my friends and I have an area reserved further in. You are welcome to join us. You know, for the sake of your safety and all.”

The woman looked towards the table he was motioning towards. They were a group of around nine men, with two women in between laughing at something one of them said. Too many for her liking this evening.

“I think I’m good over here,” she declined sweetly. The man’s shoulders seemed to slump. “But, if you need to get away from all that chaos at any point, you know where to find me.” His mouth twitched. Instead of leaving, he sat back down.

“One night without me won’t hurt them,” he admitted, grinning against the rim of his glass. “Not that I don’t love a good mystery, minette, but an introduction is in order, no?” Kitty.

“Juliette,” she told him, watching as he took her free hand in his and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “And what name should I put to the face of my saviour?”

His face lit up in a grin that screamed trouble, his thumb grazing over the skin of her hand as he held it between them. Juliette found his blue eyes captivating, like the tide daring her to go deeper into unknown waters. Waters that would soon become as familiar as Nice shores.

“Pierre.”

The friendship was effortless after that. Both of them travelled for work, but on the rare occasion that they found themselves in the same place at the same time, it was as if no time had passed.

And now, Juliette stood outside of the Bahrain International Circuit. The first time Pierre told her about his career as a Formula One driver, she laughed in his face, failing to believe how the man who looked like he would trip over air was capable of driving at such high speeds. It wasn’t until he actually showed her the highlights of his 2020 win that it hit her. From then on, it was a constant battle of denying his requests for her to join him at races, swearing on his life that he would be able to focus better – maybe even win – if she were there with him. Two years later, and she had eventually been worn down, giving in to his pleas and arriving a little before qualifying was due to start. Having already let him know of her arrival, she slid her dark sunglasses up into her hair and walked through the paddock. It wasn’t long before she noticed a familiar team name on a nearby motorhome.

As if sensing her, the door opened and a tall Frenchman hurried out. With one hand up to shield his eyes from the bright Bahrain sun, she watched in amusement as his head turned from side to side, trying to find her among the many faces occupying the surrounding area. He looked well. He stood docked out in his Alpine gear; racing suit tied firmly around his waist. His hair was tousled, as if he had just woken up, no doubt from the balaclava he would have to put on once again when it was time to drive.

When his eyes finally landed on her, it took mere seconds for him to jog over and wrap her up in his arms. A small squeal left her lips as she felt her feet lift from the ground, legs swinging as the man carried her away.

“Pierre,” she whispered aggressively, eyes wide as she noticed the heads turning to watch the pair. “You need to put me down, mon coureur. People are staring.” My racer. The man ignored her complaints, tightening his arms around her waist and only setting her back down once they were inside the motorhome. However, her freedom was short-lived, as she was immediately pulled into another hug by her friend.

“Vous m’as manqué, ma chaton.” I’ve missed you, my kitten.

“You saw me two months ago,” she told him, giggling at the way the tip of his nose tickled her neck when he shook his head. Juliette tried to pull away to get a better look at him, but the man refused, wanting nothing more than to keep her in his arms for as long as possible. Realising that there was no winning, she smiled. “You’re so clingy today, mon coureur. Why is that?” Her fingers traced shapes on his back as she spoke, causing him to shiver against her.

“Let’s call it pre-race nerves,” he whispered into her hair, the tone of his voice implying something all too familiar. Pierre let his lips fall to her neck, an action that resulted in her pinching his sides playfully.

“Get pole position and I’ll see what I can do about that pre-race nerves,” she teased, finally managing to pry the male off of her. His eyes were daunting, but the smile on his face was a soft as she remembered it to be.

Juliette was no stranger to the undeniable charm of her friend. And she would be lying to everyone and herself if she denied the affect it had on her. There were multiple occasions where a night of drinks and his sweet words had led to the pair finding themselves tangled among the other’s sheets, only to laugh about it over breakfast the following morning. In fact, that was how most of their meet ups ended. Despite that, they remained the closest of friends. There was a time, not long after they had met, that the idea of being in an official relationship was brought up, and for a few months they tried it. Chaste kisses and candle-lit dates. It would have been perfect for any other person. Only they weren’t anyone else, and the whole ideal just made their relationship awkward and borderline boring. So, they called it off and went back to their comfortable routine of drunk nights on brief trips. However, this didn’t stop Pierre from hinting towards wanting to introduce her to his friends on the F1 scene, a bribe to get her to return the favour with her friends back home.

“Come on, you need a tour.”

There was no room for protests as she let Pierre drag her out of the small building and back into the sun.

“Also,” he mentioned as they walked. “Don’t think I don’t notice you showing up in Alpine colours. You look beautiful as always, chèrie.” Darling.

She couldn’t help but laugh as Pierre lifted their intertwined hands, watching as she happily twirled beneath their locked fingers. He then brought her back to his side, comfortably resting his arm over her shoulders as she played with the rings on his fingers. The black and pink in her clothing matched almost perfectly with the shades seen in his racing suit, the coordination bringing a smile to the male’s face.

It wasn’t long before Pierre was being called to the garage to get ready for qualifying. Given the okay, Juliette followed him down to where the car was being prepped. She watched in awe as a mix of strategists and engineers rushed in and out of the area, a few sending their ‘good luck’s to her friend as they passed him.

“Have I ever told you that you look really good in your racing gear?” She asked him as he zipped up the front of his black suit. Her eyes trailed down his tall frame, making sure to let her gaze linger when she knew that he was staring back at her.

Pierre looked around the garage for any prying eyes before stalking over to her. She had unintentionally backed herself against a wall in the back corner of the room, feeling his hands grab hold of her arms as his body pressed into hers. Juliette stared up at him, relishing in the way his crystal eyes flickered between her lips and her own eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a grin as his face inched closer to hers.

“Gasly! Stop flirting and get your ass in your car!” A voice shouted from somewhere in the garage. A smile broke out on her face, followed by a laugh from both of them. Ignoring the calls, Pierre leaned down and put his lips to hers, pulling her body closer to him. She breathed him in, smiling at the feeling of his lips against her own. There were zero feelings behind the kiss, but it didn’t stop her head from spinning. When he pulled back, he pressed one last kiss to her temple.

“I’ll see you when I’m done?” Pierre asked, already taking steps back in the direction of the car.

“Good luck, mon coureur.”

[awholelotofladybug]

On Ice 2: A Stammering Adrien AU Story

Based on this AU.

Disclaimer: The only characters or locations I own are the ones I make up. All other fictional characters and locations in Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir are the property of Thomas Astruc and Zag. Please support the official release.

Ladybug hissed at the cold as she navigated through a now-frozen Paris. Even with the new power-ups, every second she spent moving through the chilled wind felt like an hour. Her cheeks and nose were probably the coldest. She'd give almost anything for a scarf or a ski mask at that moment.

'Maybe thinking about warm things will help,' she thought. 'A blanket. No, warmer. Hot cocoa. Better, but still not warm enough. A nice campfire. Yeah, that's good. A big, heavy coat. That works too. Chat Noir. Wait, Chat Noir?'

Yes, amid her thinking, Ladybug saw her partner coming toward her, as fast as a torpedo.

"Chat!" she exclaimed with a smile.

"M'lady!" Chat shouted as he rushed to hug her. "Boy, am I glad to s-s-s-see you!"

Ladybug laughed. "You too, kitty. Say, how were the macaroons I gave you last week?"

"Delicious," said Chat. "Ate… Ate the whole box in one go."

"Careful, kitty. Don't want to overdo it with the sweets," Ladybug teased as she patted his stomach.

Chat chuckled. "Moi? Never."

Ladybug smiled. It was always great to catch up with Chat. It was just a shame it had to be during an Akuma attack. That's when the windchill came back.

"Brrrr. This cold is driving me crazy," said Ladybug. "We better get a move on and…"

"Put this Akuma on ice?" Chat said with a smirk.

Ladybug couldn't help but let out a snort. Yes, the pun was lousy, but in the funniest way. And she could see the smug look on Chat's face. He had one every time he made her laugh.

"Honestly," she said. "Are you a cat or a clown?"

Chat shrugged. "C-C-C-Can't I be both?"

With a few more chuckles, the young duo stopped their jesting and went through the streets to find the Akuma, hopefully before they caught frostbite.

Frozer laughed as he skated expertly across the frozen Parisian pathways.

"Ah, revenge really is like ice cream," he said. "Sweet and best served cold. Wouldn't you agree, Hawkmoth?"

"Overused metaphors aside," said Hawkmoth telepathically. "There's still the matter of Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses."

"Keep your jacket on," said Frozer. "I'm sure those little pipsqueaks are on their way right now. And once they get here, I'll make them into Ladybug and Cat-sickles."

"Ooh, Do those c-c-c-come in different flavors? I'm p-p-partial to orange, myself."

Frozer's eyes went wide as he spun around to see none other than Ladybug and Chat Noir in the flesh.

Frozer smirked. "Well, if it isn't Paris' favorite pair of pipsqueak protectors. Come to see me turn Paris into my own winter wonderland?"

"Sorry, Frozer, but we're here to serve you a piping hot plate of justice," said Ladybug.

"Ooh," said Chat. "G-Great one-liner, m'lady."

"Yeah," said Frozer with a grin. "Great one-liner. I'd even say it was COOL!"

FWOOSH!

With one swift motion, Frozer sent a barrage of sharp icicles flying toward the heroes.

"M'lady, look out!" Chat exclaimed.

As he did, he pushed Ladybug and himself out of the way, only getting half of his tail cut off.

"Yikes!" said Ladybug. "Chaton, are you okay?!"

Chat picked himself up. "I'm alright, m'lady. J-J-J-Just a little winter wardrobe malfunction."

Ladybug would have made a witty reply, but she and Chat found themselves dodging another icy blast as Frozer continued his assault. It was one dodge after another in what almost felt like a dance for survival. Ladybug even caught herself doing a pirouette.

"You kids are good," said Frozer, "Would have made some excellent students if the city hadn't decided to RUIN MY LIFE!!"

As the villain ranted, Ladybug and Chat took cover behind a frozen bus.

"I think now would b-b-be a pretty good time for one of your lucky charms, m'lady," said Chat.

"Right," said Ladybug as she drew her yo-yo. "LUCKY CHARM!"

With a burst of energy and a flash of light, a large bag of salt materialized before them.

"A bag of salt?" Ladybug pondered.

"Of course," said Chat. "When salt d-d-dissolves, the sodium and chloride separate and..."

Chat's statement found itself cut short when an icicle pierced the ground in front of him, forcing him and Ladybug to move.

"Layman's terms?" Ladybug asked.

"Salt melts ice," said Chat. "Quick, toss me the bag."

Ladybug tossed Chat the bag, but as she did, she couldn't help but worry.

'Does he know what he's doing?' she thought.

However, just before he rushed off, Chat gave her a wink and a smirk. Her fears were put to rest.

'Oh,' she thought. 'He definitely knows what he's doing.'

Once he was close enough, Chat opened the bag, and did what he did best. He ran his mouth.

"Hey, F-F-F-Frozer, next time, try for a more original gimmick," he said. "There's, like, a dozen ice-themed supervillains already."

Frozer snarled. "You're judging me?! Who's the one running around in a kitty costume?!"

"No judgment," Chat said with a shrug. "I'm just... I'm just saying. Ice-themed villains are a dime a dozen."

Frozer's temper flared as he kept blasting at the young hero, only for him to dodge every shot

"Oops, touched a nerve. You know, for an ice villain, you're a real hothead," said Chat.

"You insolent little whelp!" Frozer exclaimed. "When I'm done with you, there won't be enough of you to fit in an ice tray."

Chat chuckled. "You know, I think you need t-t-to lighten up. No need to let a few jokes make you SALTY."

Salt was sprinkled all over the villain in the blink of an eye, and whatever wasn't on him made it to the ice beneath his feet. The once-solid ice became a pile of slush, and the villain would find himself hitting the ground with a painful THUD.

"Ladybug, now!" Chat exclaimed.

Ladybug wasted no time, skating as fast as her skates could carry her. She rushed over and snatched the earrings from Frozer's ears, smashing them until the Akuma finally emerged.

"No more evil-ding for you, little Akuma," she said with a swing of her yo-yo. "TIME TO DE-EVILIZE!"

The butterfly was captured, cleansed, and set free.

"Bye-bye, little butterfly," said Ladybug. "MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!!"

She tossed the empty bag of salt in the air, and in an instant, Paris went from a frozen wasteland to the City of Love again. Frozer transformed back into Phillipe, who couldn't help but shed a tear.

"I meant no harm," he said. "I was just trying to save my business, my dream."

Chat stepped up. "I'm sure a few more c-c-customers and a good lawyer can help. Your dream doesn't have to be over yet."

"Chat Noir's right," said Ladybug. "In fact, maybe we can help. We've pushed a product or two in the past."

"You two would do that for me? Oh, merci, Ladybug, merci beaucoup," said Phillipe as he picked himself up.

Ladybug nodded. "Whatever we can do to help."

With everything settled, Ladybug and Chat ended the mission with their signature fist bump.

"Bien Joué!"

Luka stood outside the locker rooms of the ice rink, conflicted.

'She's right in there,' he thought. 'You could just knock on the door, ask her to come out, and talk about it.”

Did Luka really want this? Did he want to risk breaking Adrien’s heart by asking Marinette out? It’s not like Adrien couldn’t find someone else, right? Then again, he knew for a fact that Adrien and Marinette loved each other. Did he really want to disrupt that? This debate went back and forth as his hand unconsciously moved toward the locker room door. That’s when he heard a loud “Ahem.” He turns to see an irritated-looking Kagami Tsurugi, causing him to gulp.

"Kagami, I swear, this isn't what it looks like..."

"I hope not," said Kagami. "Because it looked like you were about to be a total scumbag."

Luka threw up his hands in defense. "I was just going to knock, that's all."

"And then what?"

Luka sighed. That one question managed to put an end to Luka's mental debate.

"You know, for a second, I really was ready to disrupt their melody, just to be with Marinette," he said. "But I can't... No matter how much I want to."

"I know the feeling. Part of me wants Adrien more than anything, but he's chosen his target, and it's not me."

Luka exhaled. "Yeah. But hey, it's not that bad, right? I mean, they make each other happy."

"Yeah... Yeah, you're right," said Kagami. "And besides, there are plenty of fish in the sea, right?"

"Exactly. I ought to know. I live on a boat," said Luka.

Kagami shook her head. She could tell Luka was prouder of that joker than he had any right to be. Still, the point was as clear as crystal. Marinette and Adrien were meant for each other, and Kagami and Luka's destiny lied elsewhere. As this thought began to sink in, Marinette and Adrien emerged from the girl's and boy's locker rooms respectively. Without missing a beat, Kagami and Luka rushed to them.

"Are you okay, Mari?"Luka asked. "You're not hurt, are you?"

Marinette blushed and smiled. "I'm okay. No harm done."

Luka felt a wave of relief was over him. Meanwhile, Adrien was being inspected from head to toe by Kagami and Gorilla, causing his face to turn a bashful pink.

"I-Is this n-n-necessary?" Adrien asked.

"Hold still," said Kagami. "Gotta make sure you're okay."

Adrien shooed their hands away. "I'm fine. Really."

"Hey, don't you dismiss me," said an irritated Kagami. "I was worried."

"I know. I'm s-s-s-sorry. But really, I-I'm okay."

Kagami smiled. Everything seemed to wrap up nicely until Kagami caught Adrien and Marinette awkwardly avoiding each other's eye contact. She groaned softly, growing weary of this emotional rollercoaster, but then, with the ding of a phone notification, Kagami got an idea.

"Hey, Luka, my ride is here. You need a lift home?" she said with a wink.

"O-Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks," said Luka. "I'll get my things."

Adrien and Marinette's faces both went pale as they heard their friends' plan. Adrien shot a desperate look to Kagami, and Marinette to Luka. Both expressions screamed, "Please don't leave!" But these pleas fell on deaf ears, for better or worse, as Luka mouthed 'Good luck' to Marinette and Kagami mouthed 'You've got this' to Adrien. Without another word, the heiress and the musician were out the door, and Marinette and Adrien were left alone.

Adrien could already feel himself starting to shake. Left alone with his crush. What was he to do? He couldn't just run. What would she think of him? But that blunder they had on the ice was just so awkward, so embarrassing, how could they even hope to address it? Then again, if they didn't talk about it, would anything change? That's when Adrien made his decision. He took a deep breath, forced himself to stop shaking, and looked at Marinette.

"Hey, M-M-Marinette..."

Marinette gulped. "H-Hey, Adrien..."

"About what happened on the ice," he said. "I'm really s-s-s-sorry. I was... I was caught up in what I was doing, and..."

"No, no, no, I'm sorry. It was my fault," she said before chuckling. "Clumsy ol' Marinette, right? You're fine, really."

"You're not that clumsy all the t-t-t-time. Besides, I'm... I'm the one who got on the ice without knowing the first thing about skating."

"Yeah, but this was my idea, and..." Marinette said before shaking her head. "You know what, this is silly, letting a little spill embarrass us so much. Accidents happen, right?"

Adrien gave a sigh of relief. "Yeah, yeah. Accidents. That's all that was. An accident."

Marinette blushed. "So maybe, if you want, we can do this again?"

"Yeah," said Adrien with glowing, pink cheeks. "I-I'd like that."

Just then, Adrien felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked to see his bodyguard tapping his wristwatch.

"Oops, that's right. I have to go," said Adrien.

Marinette then looked at her phone. "My ride's here too. Have a good night, Adrien."

The two youngsters parted ways. Both seemed calm, but they were doing cartwheels and backflips in their heads. Despite the awkwardness and embarrassment, both were excited to see each other again. A small victory. One both Marinette AND Adrien hoped would lead to something more.

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[monpetitchattriste]

a secret i keep tucked inside my chest

CHAPTER 3 is live!!

created for @mlbigbang

Her gaze traced the contours of his physique, sculpted to perfection. The evening sunlight kissed the leather of his suit, accentuating the sinews of his muscles, casting him in an almost otherworldly glow. His golden locks, tied back with one of the ribbons. Ladybug could clearly recall the day she had given it to him. They had just finished fighting an akuma, and the battle had lasted longer than necessary because a certain person kept having to stop and brush the hair out of his eyes because of how long it had gotten. Once they had gotten back to Fu’s place, she took out her pigtails and fastened her hair into a high ponytail, giving him the other set of hair ties and helped him fix his hair into a half-up, half-down style. She stopped running, taking in the sight of him. All she could think about was pulling the ribbon out of his hair and running her hands through it. Desire flooded her system. Chat halted several paces in front of her before turning around, noticing that she was staring at him. Chat gave her a smirk that sent a rush of heat through her. Waltzing over to her and pulling her behind a tall red brick chimney, away from the prying eyes of the lurkers below. His hands rested on her hips as she leaned backward against the wall. They were so close yet they still felt miles apart. "Welcome home, Mon Chaton," she whispered as she looked up to meet his gaze. "I have been back for two weeks, buginette," he replied, his eyes looking straight at her lips. Self-consciously, she bit the bottom of them. “And we saw each other yesturday and the day before that…” "I know!” She cut him off with a playful chaste kiss.” but it's the first time we have been alone," she said, reaching up and grabbing his bell, twisting it in her hand, letting the lights reflect off of it. Chat hummed in response, leaning down closer to her. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up to meet his lips. “I have been thinking about you all day,” Chat said in a husky voice, his breath tickling her upper lip. “Good things I hope.” “Always, Bugaboo,” he replied, his voice a soft echo in the small space between them. He leaned in, his eyes softening as the distance closed.

[wisteriasymphony]

MLB Death Note -esque AU / Scarlet Messenger AU drabble

It was Night 3 of having Adrien Arsenault handcuffed to her, and this time around the deal was that it would be at Maryam's own apartment. There were juvenile fears cropping up here and there of what exactly her parents were assuming Maryam was doing sleeping directly beside an attractive boy her age who she claimed to be 'dating'... But it was in the pursuit of justice towards her people, so such things didn't truly matter. All of this closeness was simply to throw Adrien off her trail. No feelings but justice.

Maryam was awoken by the faint sound of paws tapping at her window. Assuming it was either her Guardian or that she was just hallucinating from sleeplessness, Maryam ignored it. ...Until the window opened on its own, that is.

"Woof," a familiar voice spoke. "What a dump this place is."

Maryam sat up, the handcuff rubbing up against her wrist. On her windowsill was a pitch-black cat, who seemed apprehensive to actually set foot into the room. It took an embarrassing second for her to figure out just who the cat truly was.

"Eveningstar."

"Right you are!" the cat laughed. "Just wanted to check on my darling little lady~"

On a false instinct, Maryam tugged at her handcuffs to try and pull Adrien awake. ...Only for there to be no resistance. His shackle was unoccupied.

"Hah!' she shouted, albeit perhaps a bit too soon. "My suspicions were right! You are Adrien Arsenault after all!"

The cat fought back the smallest reaction of shock—a pause so small, in fact, that the hand of a clock wouldn't even move the width of a hair before its conclusion.

"Who?" the cat asked. Maryam's eye twitched: That was the most idiotic possible response she could've ever gotten out of Eveningstar. Infuriating, even, since it was so belligerently stupid that it seemed to actively disprove her theory. Adrien Arsenault was by all means a scholar and an absolute nerd, and would've undoubtedly said something closer to "I have no such recollections of a man by that name" before he said something as fucking moronic as "Who?".

"Oh!' the cat added, its small dark face contorted in imbecilic smugness. "The guy I just kidnapped. Your boyfriend."

"He is not my boyfriend."

The cat feigned a dramatic gasp. "Oh, little lady!" it sighed, as if what had just escaped Maryam's lips was a cuss of the highest vulgarity, "And to think he is so infatuated with you. You were all he could talk about, my darling. 'My dearest Maryam' this, 'My lovely Maryam' that." The Eveningstar chuckled self-contentedly. "He thinks your eyes are the most beautiful in the world, you know."

That last part was definitely a lie just to try and make her flustered. Even so, Maryam nearly reached a hand for her pendant, thinking that she should at the very least check to make sure Adrien was okay—

But that would just prove she was Scarlet Messenger. She'd fucking gone three days handcuffed to the opposite sex just to give it all up here? Just on the off chance that The Eveningstar of all people was telling the truth?

"That's nice and all," she said. "But I don't see why you think I can do anything about it."

"I have reason to believe you can."

"....Right," she said. Maryam grabbed her phone off her nightstand. "I can always call the police."

All of Eveningstar's fur stuck up on its end. "Woah woah woah woah, little lady! That's- I find that highly uneccesary—"

"Why is it?" she asked, bringing the phone up to her face. She had dialed in Adrien's number, not like Eveningstar would be able to tell. Unless he could, in which case that would only be more evidence to prove her theory. "Kidnapping is a crime, isn't it?"

The black cat huffed indignantly.

"Hang up and he'll be back by the morning. ...No torture, no nothing."

Maryam lowered the phone from her ear. "...Is that a deal, chaton?"

Eveningstar scoffed at being called such a name, but eventually replied with "It's a deal, little lady."

So Maryam hung up. Overall, the interaction had done absolutely nothing in prove anything in either particular way, which she somewhat considered a waste. ...However, she had held her ground. And if Maryam Zheng-Desrosiers could at least do that... then she'd prove her case in no time at all.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

pick between 5 of my babies? 🥺 GLADLY

(these aren't necessarily my favorites btw. just the ones that i wanna boost!)

lies of attrition

my priority atm, and also a super fun collab with me and @ladyofthenoodle! if you want some post-s5 angst, action, pining, and ladynoir enemies, this is the place to be!

summary: The trust between Ladybug and Chat Noir is stretched to breaking point when a new butterfly holder emerges in the wake of Monarque's defeat. Chat Noir doesn't know who to trust until Chrysalis confronts him with a truth Ladybug had tried to bury: Monarque made the Wish—and she wants Chat Noir’s help to undo it. excerpt: “Chat,” Ladybug said, her voice coated with worry. “Did something happen?” He could tell her, now. He had come here to tell her, to show her his face after three years of partnership, to let her see why so much was suddenly wrong. If only he knew what she would say when he pulled off his mask. If only he knew whether she would stay or go. “I could tell you,” he ventured, turning to look directly at her. “But… it’s easier if I show you.” He saw the moment she realized; the way her blue eyes widened, her pink lips parting in a tiny “o.” They stared at each other, unmoving, the sounds of the parade fading into the night. A single firework burst overhead, shattering the standstill. Red blazed over her face, the fall of sparks raining down behind her. Then her features pinched, and in that moment, every hidden place within him was painted red too. “Oh, Chat Noir,” Ladybug whispered, her expression growing more pained by the second. “I… I don’t know.”

Like Smoke from a Furnace

one of my personal favorites! this was an experiment for me in present tense and internal conflict, and i really like how it turned out!

summary: Marinette and Adrien give up their Miraculous. Ladybug and Chat Noir never meet again. excerpt: Giving up the Ladybug Miraculous was supposed to unshackle them both. If she had done so earlier, it could have been different. If Adrien had spoken up later, it would have been different. But Ladybug knew nothing about Chat Noir except the heart he had always laid bare, and that was of her own doing. If Marinette passes him in the street, they will both keep going, none the wiser, the culmination of all their self-imposed secrets. She has nothing to go on. No name, no circumstance, no poorly-disguised hint, as she suspects he has tried to leave before. Chat Noir had become better at following her rules than she, and Marinette had so recently been simultaneously proud of him for it—and resented him too. It doesn’t sink in until several quiet nights later, when she and Adrien are tucked together on his couch, the soft blues and grays of his chosen film flashing across his screen. She is never going to see Chat Noir again.

rest your head (upon my shoulder)

i love this one so much. sometimes i go back and read it to myself because it gives me the exact toe-curling pining i always crave. i like to think of it as one of those "so close but so far away" stories - one of my favorite brands of angst.

summary: Ladybug can save Chat Noir from anything, except what he doesn't tell her. excerpt: “I don’t think there will be any Akuma attacks for a while.” She frowned, but he leaned back, staring up at the starless sky through the leaves of the tree hanging overhead.  Something was wrong. She could feel it lingering over him, heavy like suspended rain. “Chaton?” “I had this dream the other night,” he said, gazing over the roof of the Musée. “We grew wings without needing anything—no macarons, no magic words, no Miraculous. And then we just…took off. I don’t really remember where we went, but it was beautiful.”  His eyes slid to hers once more, unnaturally bright. Her blood rushed with unbidden heat and she reminded herself why she had stopped sitting in dark, quiet places alone with Chat Noir. 

borealis green

a feligami oneshot! this covers the time between "pretension" and "representation" and is probably one of my only canon-compliant au's. i really like writing kagami's pov so this was super fun!

summary: Getting to know Felix is easier than Kagami anticipated, especially as he keeps following her. excerpt: “Goodnight, Félix,” she whispers, though she does not need to. Nobody is around to hear them. No one is watching them. It is only a taste of the freedom he promised her, and yet it sinks into her with the softness of the street lights and the prickle of the night air.  “Can I see you again?” he asks, just as softly.  She has exactly nine minutes to walk back to the ikebana studio where Tatsu will be waiting to transport her home. She can make it if she walks fast. She can linger a few moments longer if she runs. The vertigo crescendos as she remains in place, watching the gleam of headlights flash in his eyes as cars speed past.  “You should go home,” Kagami tells him, holding his gaze. “It’s not safe for you in Paris.” Félix tilts his head in acknowledgement, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “No,” he agrees. “It isn’t.”

mirror image

another post-s5 fic centered on adrien & felix, but with a twin telepathy twist. it's kind of like my r&r time for fic, easy and cathartic and a fun break for me between other projects!

summary: The voice in Adrien’s head is strangely familiar. It also tells him the truth (when no one else will). excerpt: You are hearing things, the voice said as though in answer. Doesn’t mean I’m not real. Adrien reached for the silver chain around his neck, his fist closing around the two rings resting warm against his sternum. “As real as me?” Yes, idiot, the voice replied with a bite. As real as you. “That’s not what some people would say,” Adrien replied, not caring if the voice was annoyed. It was his head, after all. Well, what would you rather be? The voice plowed on, unbothered by Adrien’s ire. Born of magic, or born of Gabriel Agreste?

ty for the ask kayla 💛 love me some self-promotion. hope y'all enjoy!

[flightfoot]

Hi! Do you have recommendation with love square a/b/o verse? Particularly with Alpha!Adrien?

Oooh yeah those can be fun! I haven't seen much of them lately, but I've liked a lot of the ML Omegaverse fics I've read! All of these will be T-rated or below, btw.

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dynamic by Anonymous

“I’m serious, my lady,” he clarifies, feigning collectedness. “Your chaton is an alpha, through and through.” “You–” She pauses, blinking. “Really?” “Yes, really,” he replies, and he catches some frustration slipping into his tone. He bites it back belatedly. Is it really so hard to believe? (More one-shots set in this AU may be added later as additional chapters.)

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the dreams (I tried but couldn't bring to life) by @pauliestorylover

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, alias Ladybug, had a crush on Chat Noir. The only problem? Beneath her suit, Marinette was secretly a familiar, and Chat Noir…was not. (He was also a familiar, they were both just lying to each other.)

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Tacenda by MiraculouslyHopeful

In a world where alpha/beta/omega dynamics seem to define everything, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste's lives are far from easy. Marinette is confused, Adrien is tired, and Hawkmoth does not seem to be stopping, especially not after the two heroes find out what their classifications are. They always knew their lives would change with this information, but is it for better or worse in the end?

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Hers by bumbleb_tch

Peeking into the room, she saw Chat sprawled on her chaise and quickly announced, “I’m-really-sorry-Chaton-but-I-ran-out-of-patches-and-need-to-really-quickly-grab-some-more.” By the time she finished her word vomit she was already digging through her closet. As her hand grasped the box, a soft keening brought her attention back to the room and a fresh scent bloomed, immediately lighting her senses on fire. Thick bergamot shadowed with an expensive sandalwood, layered on top of the gentle caress of a wild rose. It was powerful, chaotic, but it’s core softer than a butterfly’s kiss, it was undeniably Chat. But worse, it was undeniably omega. Marinette pivoted on her heels oh so slowly, taking special care to breath through her mouth as she took stock of her partner. Even from across the room she could see sweat pouring down his face, his pupils blown so wide she could only make out a miniscule strip of green sclera around them. “Chat...did you-did you just present?”

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you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given by @thescuttlebugg

Marinette is terrified, suddenly. She’s not like this. She’s not this kind of alpha, to get her head turned by any pretty pheromones she trips over. She’s not--she’s not disloyal, she’s not inconstant. Chat smells like moonlight, like the sudden shock of night air and the terrifying rush of leaping out into the empty dark, like deserted city sidewalks and unfamiliar corners: something midnight-metallic, something strange, something wild. Nothing like Adrien. Not a single note in common. She’s not like this. She’s not like this.

He smells-- He smells-- “Ladybug,” Chat croaks, still staring at her. He smells stray.

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alone together by a_miiraculer, clairelutra

i don't know where you're going but do you got room for one more troubled soul? Marinette's got 99 problems, and pretty-boy omegas are about half of them. A drabble sequence. On indefinite hiatus.

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This last one isn't actually Lovesquare, but it's one I wrote and it has Alpha!Adrien so I'm throwing it in anyway, I had fun writing it.

The Role of an Alpha by Keyseeker

When a newly presenting Omega crashes through his window, Adrien discovers what kind of Alpha he wants to be.

[fandomofone]

If you're looking for something with a little sugar and spice, I hope you'll consider my newest fic, La Vie En Rose. 🌹 (snippet below)

At a friend's challenge, I tried something new and completely out of my comfort zone, and went in with no expectations... and personally, I think this has turned out to be some of my best work yet! It's a slice of life, post-identity reveal, married AU fic and it's got a little bit of everything- intimacy & tenderness, silliness, sexy times, and I poured all of my very best fluff in there too. I hope you enjoy!

P.s. When you're done, I highly recommend giving the linked fic, Bed of Roses by @kuromori4 a read. Trust me, you won't regret it!

Love Square ship (s): Marichat/Adrienette

Rating: E (Explicit)

Summary: Chat Noir returns home after a long day to find a surprise (or two) waiting for him.

“Oh, there you are, Chaton,” a warm, mellifluous voice startled him as slim arms wrapped around his waist from behind and snaked up his torso, dainty hands splaying across his ribs and chest. “I was beginning to think you would be out all night.” Chat Noir let out a relieved breath that he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “As if I could keep myself away from you that long, Bugaboo,” he replied fondly, an easy smile gracing his lips once again. Chat relaxed his shoulders as he felt the tension of the day melt away, and with the sound of her achingly sweet, familiar voice, he let the welcome feelings of love, comfort, and belonging flood through him. The feeling of home- a feeling that, once upon a time, he’d never thought he would be fortunate enough to experience. A feeling that seemed to live inside of, and radiate from, Marinette. His Marinette. He thanked the universe every day that she had chosen him. It was a blessing he would never take for granted, coming home to someone who loved him and wanted him. Coming home to her. “Y’know, Marinette, if I didn’t know better,” Chat teased, dropping the rose petal back on the bed with a smirk and turning in her arms to greet her properly, “I’d think you were trying to-” The words died in his throat as he caught his first glimpse of his wife. Suddenly the full weight of the rose petals, candles, and music really hit him.

[hueynomure]

"Marinette," Chat Noir said, soft voice barely audible over his purring, "can I... vent a little?" "Of course," Marinette replied warmly, right hand buried in the mop of golden hair on her lap. He was facing away from her, so she couldn't see his expression even with her giant cat pillow propping her up, but she wasn't worried. Safe and warm on her bed, her purring chaton close, she couldn't imagine what could knock her out of this bliss. "What about?" "Loveybug," he sighed. Her heart dropped. "Ah." Talk about jinxing.

New chapter for @asukiess' LoveyWeek!