#The Quirks of Being a Ladybug

[junipernight]

The Quirks of Being a Ladybug

Chapter 3: Like a Moth to Flame

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14679969/chapters/33916653

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Lights. The photographer’s studio was full of them.

As a designer, Gabriel Agreste was keenly sensitive to color, texture, shape, lines, flow—

But in his recent collections, he was all about lighting. 

“Natalie,” he murmured, “make a note to center sequins in the new spring collection.”

Natalie hesitated. “.... Sir, the board wanted you to focus on expanding into the business professional sector next quarter.”

Gabriel waved her off. “Polished platinum accents then. Buttons and lapel bars for the boring men and women in gray suits. But sequins for the daywear line, and crystals for the evening wear.

“Of course,” she said, already tapping away on her tablet.

“Juliette!” Shouted Gabriel. “Shoot that sequence again, but with the blue accent lights. I want the organza overlay on that skirt to glow. Give post production a rim light that they can work with.”

There was a flurry of motion as, all around them, the photographers assistants rushed to rearrange the various lamps and reflector screens and flash umbrellas in the studio. Other, more junior assistants came to pick up the flower petals scattered on the set floor (these would need to be collected into a basket, so they could be dramatically thrown in the air again)  while hair and makeup descended on the model—Tatianna, or Trisha, or something like that. She was a ballerina—to make little fixes in between takes.

Just about the only people in the studio who weren’t in motion were herself and Adrien. The boy was quietly tucked into a corner with a textbook, something he often did when he had to miss school for modeling shoots.

The staff finished their preparations.

“Places!” shouted Juliette, the photographer. “Pietro, easy with the flower petals this time, I don’t want to stop to pick up flowers every three  shots. Tiffany, on the count of three, relevé and cambré. Okay, un, deux, trois!”

Click. Click. Click.

“Fling the skirt out! Look over the shoulder!”

Click. Click-click. Click.

The photographer was shooting little glances at Gabriel in between poses, trying to gauge his approval. 

Natalie looked over at her boss. He was staring transfixed at a strobe light. She elbowed him.

“Uh, that’s beautiful, beautiful Juliette. But I fear that we’ve flooded the scene with too much light. We’ve lost the contrast, the intrigue, the shadow. Let’s have the lighting all come from one direction… think Rembrant and Vermeer, not Bouguereau. Also, Pietro, let’s leave the flowers on the floor, and throw glitter for this next one.”

“Glitter.” Juliette said flatly, already scowling. Her expression was mirrored by the model.

“Glitter,” said Gabriel firmly, leaving no room for argument.

The studio was thrown into a flurry once more.

Natalie sighed. She wondered if anyone else had caught on to the fact that Gabriel was toying with them. Not in any malicious way, but rather literally using the studio and its staff like a toy. This was the third lighting change Gabriel had requested, just for this dress; she had lost count of the number of additions, adjustments, and outright changes he’d made to the last six sets. Not that anyone was going to question the great Gabriel Agreste, especially when he’d pushed his last photographer to do work that ultimately won a Sony World Photography award.

Natalies supposed that playing with lighting during photoshoots was more productive than installing a light-show-and-water-jet fountain at the Agreste Mansion (something Gabriel had briefly considered and had her look into) even if it did end up eating extra time out of everyone’s schedules. 

Maybe for Christmas, Natalie could buy her boss a lava lamp. 

[bananzer]

I actually think it is so refreshing that the plot of Miraculous Ladybug doesn't punish Marinette for, like, being weird and off-putting. Like she is still so loved by her friends and family despite her mistakes and quirks.

Her catastrophizing is taken in stride and handled with love by her family. Her quirks are admired and loved by her friend. Her cringefail loser girl moments are part of WHY her boyfriend loves her, not IN SPITE OF.

As a former weird girl, it is so healing to see.

[wisteriasymphony]

“My Lady?” Chat Noir inquired. “Can I be let down now?”

He assumed being left swinging upside down for ten minutes as retribution for tripping on Ladybug’s yo-yo string was a fair enough punishment. Being hit like a piñata, not so much, but Chat Noir was still optimistic about the situation.

Lucky Lucky Ladybug only grumbled, pushing Chat’s shoulder to make him swing loosely in circles. His bell and the buckle on his tail jingled softly from the movement. 

“No,” she finally told him, crossing her arms to punctuate it. “Renared and CARA.PACE are taking care of the akuma. If I let you go, you’re going to get in the way just like last time.”

…Chat could admit that it was not as if that was entirely untrue. He never meant to complicate things, he was just a lot, well, unluckier now that Ladybug had her own team of reinforcements. 

“I could just sit and watch!” Chat suggested, his ears perking up. “Maybe offer some jokes? Oh, I haven’t exhausted all of my situationally-relevant puns yet- Ow!”

Chat Noir was trapped in yet another cycle of swinging from the force of Ladybug’s spotted baseball bat.

“No puns.”

“Ach. Verstanden.”

Ladybug thought for a moment. Her, Chat Noir. Her. Chat Noir. Ladybug and Chat Noir. It would’ve been much nicer to have started out with a partner she was actually friends with, she supposed. He had been fine at first, but over time any character quirks would tend to grate on a person. The last thing Ladybug wanted to deal with every day on top of everything else was an annoying person she couldn’t get rid of. 

“It’s funny. I’m good luck, and you’re bad luck,” Ladybug commented, tapping her bat against Chat’s arm to line up her swing. “The reason I have to stay back with you is because we cancel each other out. We have to. We’re opposites.”

The next time Chat was swung about looked almost as if he took flight, his head bobbling like a dashboard ornament and bell jangling violently. The blood rushing to his head made the room spin even faster, all axes melding together in some vertigo-induced slurry, up until he felt the blowback of being suddenly halted by Ladybug grabbing onto his bell.

“You know,” she clarified. “Incompatible.”

[chiyuuchu]

Shoto’s alter-ego <3 (30th July 2024)

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Prompt! Shoto gets hit by a villain quirk which splits him into two individuals. One with completely white hair and a cold personality and the other with completely red hair with a fiery attitude.

It was an ordinary day at U.A. High School until an unexpected villain attack disrupted the calm. During the skirmish, Todoroki Shoto found himself at the mercy of a villain with a quirk that altered the very essence of a person's being. The villain’s quirk had the ability to split a person into their alter egos, revealing the two sides of their personality in their purest forms.

When Todoroki woke up in the infirmary, his classmates were gathered around, shocked and intrigued by the sight before them. There were two Todorokis lying side by side, but they were strikingly different. One had vibrant red hair and a fiery aura, while the other had pristine white hair and a serene demeanor.

As the two Todorokis regained consciousness, the differences in their personalities became immediately apparent. The red-haired Todoroki was boisterous, confident, and unexpectedly flirty, resembling his father’s fiery nature. On the other hand, the white-haired Todoroki exuded calmness, aloofness, and a cool elegance akin to his mother’s demeanor.

“Todoroki..? Are you alright?” Midoriya squeaked out in concern.

The red haired Shoto was first to speak.

“Me? I’m amazing! Never felt so much better to be free.” The red haired Shoto said with a laugh.

The shocked faces among everyone was preposterous.

The white haired Shoto nodded with a simple: “I’m fine.” This was more like the usual Shoto everyone was used to.

“Now this.. I will never get used to this.” Kirishima said with his mouth wide open after.

The very next day, the class had observed in fascination as the red-haired Todoroki began to interact with his surroundings. His personality was markedly different from the usual stoic Todoroki they were used to. He seemed especially interested in Y/N, who was sitting nearby, and his flirtatious behavior was evident. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, with a smirk. “How about we grab a coffee together sometime? I promise I’m worth it.”

The class exchanged looks of astonishment. They had never seen Todoroki act this way, and the notion that he might have a crush on Y/N was immediately assumed. The red-haired Todoroki’s advances were bold and unapologetic, causing quite a stir among his classmates.

“I never knew Todoroki could be so.. hot-headed and bold!” Hagakure squealed.

Kirishima chuckled. “Looks like Todoroki’s got a fiery side we never knew about.”

Mina giggled. “This is gonna be interesting. I wonder how Y/N will handle this.”

The white-haired Todoroki, ever the picture of calm, observed the interactions with a cool detachment. However, he soon became concerned about his fiery alter ego’s behavior. Later the same day, as the red-haired Todoroki was once again trying to charm Y/N with exaggerated compliments and playful banter, the white-haired Todoroki approached him with a serious expression.

“Hey,” the white-haired Todoroki said quietly, pulling his red-haired counterpart aside. “You’re making Y/N uncomfortable. You need to back off.”

The red-haired Todoroki raised an eyebrow, looking amused. “What’s your problem? I’m just trying to get to know her better.”

The white-haired Todoroki’s expression remained unchanged. “She’s not responding well to your advances. Maybe you should tone it down a bit.” He said coldly.

The class watched the scene unfold, whispering amongst themselves. The atmosphere was indeed intense.

“I never thought I’d see Todoroki arguing with himself,” Kaminari said, shaking his head.

“Yeah, it’s like watching Miraculous Ladybug.” Jirou added with a smirk.

Over the next few days, the class watched with great amusement as the two Todorokis fought over Y/N’s attention. The red-haired Todoroki continued his relentless pursuit, showering Y/N with compliments and extravagant gestures, while the white-haired Todoroki kept a watchful eye, stepping in whenever he felt the red-haired Todoroki’s advances were too much.

One day, Y/N was trying to focus on her studies when the red-haired Todoroki approached her with a bouquet of flowers. “I thought these would brighten your day,” he said, his grin as fiery as his hair.

Y/N accepted the flowers with a polite smile but seemed uncomfortable with the attention. Before she could respond, the white-haired Todoroki stepped in, offering a small smile. “Sorry, Y/N. Let me take care of this.”

The white-haired Todoroki then guided Y/N to a quieter part of the classroom. “You don’t have to deal with his antics if you don’t want to,” he said gently. “I’ll make sure he understands boundaries.”

The class watched the scene unfold with a mix of laughter and curiosity. The contrast between the red-haired Todoroki’s brashness and the white-haired Todoroki’s calm demeanor was a source of endless entertainment.

“Man, this is better than TV,” Sero said, leaning back in his chair as he throws yet another crisp into his mouth.

Mina nodded. “I can’t believe how different they are. It’s like two sides of a coin.” she added as she reached into Sero’s bag of crisps.

As time passed, the tension between the two Todorokis and Y/N began to resolve. The class had grown accustomed to the dynamic between the fiery and calm versions of Todoroki. Despite their differences, both sides of Todoroki showed a genuine interest in Y/N, though their methods were vastly different.

“Hey Y/n. I decided to make this bracelet for you out of the dainty flowers I picked. I know these are your favourite colors as well.” the white haired Shoto says in his cold but gentle voice.

Y/n blushed and gladly took the gift. “Wow.. thankyou erm.. Cold Shoto?” she says.

“So when I’m not around, another man is flirting with you? Darling, I am so much more better than this cold-hearted lunatic.” The red haired Shoto smirks beside the girl. He then grabs her hand with his warm palm. “Choose me instead. You know that I’m so much more hotter than this white haired dude.” He smirks.

The white haired Shoto immediately takes Y/n’s other hand in his freezing cold hand. “Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I can treat you like a princess.” White haired shoto claimed.

“Guys. I mean.. uh.. Todorokis! There’s no need to fight!” Midoriya panicked.

Midoriya then shrieked as a hand grabs his shoulder. “Don’t interrupt them Midoriya, this is the most entertainment we’ve had in weeks!” Mina shamelessly said chewing on her popcorn. Beside her were Sero, Kirishima, Jirou and Kaminari who also had their own popcorns.

Finally at the end of the week, after a particularly heated argument between the two Todorokis, the villain’s quirk wore off, and Todoroki was restored to his usual self. He blinked, looking around in confusion as he took in the bemused expressions of his classmates.

“What did I miss?” Todoroki asked, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized the situation. The class burst into laughter, recounting the amusing and chaotic days of his split personalities.

Y/N, now understanding the nature of Todoroki’s actions, approached him with a warm smile. “It seems like you had quite an adventure. I appreciate the effort, even if it was a bit overwhelming.”

Todoroki, slightly embarrassed but relieved, nodded. “I’m sorry if I caused any discomfort. I was just trying to... figure things out.”

Y/N’s smile widened. “It’s okay. I’m just glad everything’s back to normal.”

The class continued their school year with a new understanding of Todoroki’s character and his complexities. The incident with the villain’s quirk had not only been an amusing experience but had also brought them closer together.

Todoroki, now fully restored, carried with him the lessons learned from his split personalities. He and Y/N grew closer, their bond strengthened by the unusual circumstances they had navigated together. The class often reminisced about the days of the red-haired and white-haired Todoroki, finding humor and camaraderie in the memories.

As for Todoroki and Y/N, their relationship evolved into one built on mutual understanding and genuine affection. The fiery and calm sides of Todoroki had revealed different aspects of his personality, but ultimately, it was the whole Todoroki that Y/N had come to appreciate and care for deeply.

Bonus Snippet: A Homecoming Surprise

The news of Todoroki's unusual split quickly reached the Todoroki household. His siblings, Fuyumi and Natsuo, were both curious and concerned about how their brother was managing the situation. They eagerly awaited his return from U.A., ready to support him however they could.

When the two Todorokis walked through the front door, the reactions from Fuyumi and Natsuo were immediate and intense. The red-haired Todoroki, with his fiery personality and confident swagger, and the white-haired Todoroki, with his calm and serene demeanor, made for an unusual and startling sight.

Fuyumi gasped, her eyes wide with shock. "Shoto? What happened to you?"

Natsuo, equally surprised, stepped forward. "Did a villain do this to you? Are you okay?"

The red-haired Todoroki smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, a villain’s quirk did this. But don’t worry, I’m fine. Better than fine, actually."

The white-haired Todoroki nodded in agreement. "It’s been an interesting experience. We’re managing."

Fuyumi, always the nurturing sibling, approached them with concern. "Well, I’m glad you’re both okay. But this must be so strange for you. How are you feeling?"

The red-haired Todoroki shrugged nonchalantly. "I’m enjoying it. It’s freeing to express myself without holding back."

The white-haired Todoroki added softly, "It’s a bit disorienting, but we’re making it work. We’ve learned a lot about ourselves."

Natsuo shook his head in disbelief. "This is surreal. Two Shotos, each with a different personality. How does it feel being split like this?"

The red-haired Todoroki grinned. "Honestly? It’s kind of fun. I get to say what I want, do what I want. No holding back."

Fuyumi smiled gently, trying to maintain some normalcy. "Well, let's make the best of it. I’m making dinner, so why don’t you both help me? It’ll be like old times... sort of."

In the Kitchen

As the siblings moved to the kitchen, the red-haired Todoroki eagerly took charge of chopping vegetables, his movements quick and precise, mirroring their father’s intensity. The white-haired Todoroki, meanwhile, helped Fuyumi stir the pots and set the table, his actions calm and measured, reminiscent of their mother’s grace.

Fuyumi watched them work, her heart warmed by the scene. Despite the odd circumstances, there was a sense of unity and cooperation that brought back fond memories of their family life before everything changed.

“Do you remember when Mom used to cook with us like this?” Fuyumi said, her voice soft and nostalgic.

The white-haired Todoroki nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yes, she always made sure we felt loved and cared for.”

The red-haired Todoroki, though more energetic, softened at the mention of their mother. “She was the best. We should visit her soon.”

Natsuo, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. “You know, despite everything, it’s kind of nice seeing both sides of you. It reminds me that you’re still our Shoto, no matter what.”

[rayraygo1267]

Todoiida Headcanons

Note: Okay I know this is completely random since this page is mainly centered around Miraculous Ladybug and gabenath but for some reason I’m falling back into my old mha phase and I can’t stop thinking about these two idiots. So here’s some headcanons I guess…

Todoroki is always the little spoon when him and Iida are cuddling

Despite being the shorter and smaller one in the relationship, Todoroki is definitely the more dominant one, due to Iida being very professional and not wanting to break any rules or boundaries

Iida despises pda but Todoroki loves it and tries to see how far he can go before Iida gets annoyed

Iida is the only person Todoroki will allow to touch his scar

Iida always keeps a box of bandaids on him in case Todoroki gets a paper cut

Sometimes Todoroki will mess up Iida’s study notes just so he can see his exasperated yet affectionate reaction

Due to both their immense wealth they often go to movies and rent out the entire theatre for dates so it can be just them and the big screen

They like to read books together side by side or over each others shoulders and both share a love for literature and often borrow books from one another

Despite their vast differences in music taste, Iida and Todoroki both make playlists for each other

Whenever there is a school event or festival, Todoroki makes a point to win Iida some kind of prize even if it’s just something as simple as a plushie

Iida drags Todoroki to go on early morning runs with him, despite the fact that Todoroki is not a morning person, but he enjoys all the time they get to spend together

Todoroki and Iida shared their first kiss at the sports festival

In their more intimate moments sometimes Todoroki’s quirk spirals out of control all on its own, causing Todoroki to feel ashamed and embarrassed. Iida doesn’t mind though, in fact he is mesmerized and in awe of Todoroki’s quirk and abilities and loves to help him explore it

They both struggle with physical affection but they both do enjoy it immensely when they receive it from each other

Iida’s love language is gifts and Todoroki’s is words of affirmation

They love to go stargazing together, and Iida knows all the constellations and will point them out to Todoroki, which he finds both fascinating and cute

Despite his colder demeanor, Todoroki does enjoy messing with Iida from time to time just to get a rise out of him. He will do things like hide his glasses or switch their notebooks

Todoroki loves art and Iida will take him on dates to art galleries and museums. Iida could listen to Todoroki talk about art for hours because he loves seeing him happy

Iida was very very excited to introduce Todoroki to his family, especially to his older brother Tensei

Iida sometimes is harder on Todoroki when they’re in class, disciplining him more as class rep because he wants to see him do well and succeed. Todoroki pretends to be annoyed by this but a part of him secretly loves it

(ART IS NOT MINE)

[folkwhoreberry]

hey there! Could i request a jason grace x neurodivergent reader? I got so overtimulated at school today and i rlly wish I could crawl into his lap 😭

Safe & Sound

jason grace x reader

or... the one where he’s miraculous

word count : 852

warning : nothing much, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : safe & sound by taylor swift

🌪️🎱

the sun was setting over, hues of orange and pink painted the sky. It felt like the longest day of your life, your steps heavy in the dirt path. your mind was buzzing-an overworked engine-because everything had been just a little too much today. people were too loud, tasks piled up too high, and your brain just wouldn't listen. all you wanted was to find that one place where things felt right.

jason wasn't too far away, you knew it. and you could feel some of the weight start to lift as you got closer to where he was, you feet practically dragging on the ground. you knew he'd be there; he usually was around this time, probably going over something from the events of the day or just relaxing. you didn't even bother knocking, simply walking up to him to where he sat in the shade under his favourite tree. jason was there, his back against the tree, book in hand, but his eyes lifted instantly at your presence.

“hey, sunshine," he greeted, the corners of his lips tugging upward. his voice was that steady, comforting tone that always seemed to anchor you. but you didn't have the energy to respond, not with words anyway.

you had limped to his side instead, knees hitting the ground as you crawled up and almost into his lap. jason put the book down without any urging, arms coming about you an instant later. he didn't ask anything, merely holding you close. he knew when days were like this-when all just seemed too much-that that was all you needed: just being close to him.

“you okay?" he asked softly after a moment, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

you shook your head, letting out a small sigh. "just… really long day."

"tell me about it, ladybug."

you snorted at the nickname. "later. right now, just… wanna be here."

jason smiled, his chin resting on the top of your head. "you can stay here as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

you shifted a smidge, curling deeper into him, the warmth of his body seeping into your own. it was as if he had this calming energy, this aura, which made you feel like the chaos of the day couldn't touch you when you were with him. his fingers drew soft patterns on your back, and you closed your eyes to the rhythm of his breathing.

“today just sucked," you grumbled after a few minutes of silence. "people were too loud, everything was going too fast, and I felt like my brain was going in slow motion."

"your brain's just wired different, sunshine. it’s part of what makes you, well, you." he kissed the top of your head. "and I happen to like you just the way you are.”

"yeah, well, my brain needs to get it together sometimes."

jason chuckled low in his chest, the vibrations of his body rumbling against your cheek. "I mean, I can't help you there. I got zapped by lightning when I was, what, two? that's not exactly great for brain function either."

you laughed softly, feeling a little lighter just by being near him. "guess that's why we work, huh? two dysfunctional brains."

“dysfunctional?” jason’s voice was playfully offended. “I prefer to think of us as unique. plus, we’re pretty good at kicking monster butt, even with our quirks.”

you couldn't help but smile at that. jason had this weird way of making that heaviness in your mind just a little bit lighter, as if he could take some of that away-just by being there, period. his presence was a comfort, really, grounding you when everything else felt too overwhelming.

“you always know how to make me feel better," you said softly, burying your face against his chest. the sound of his heartbeat thumped steadily in your ear, a soothing rhythm.

"that’s because I know you, ladybug," he murmured, his fingers still tracing soft patterns along your back. "and I know how amazing you are, even when you don’t feel it.”

you stayed like that for a while, the silence between you comfortable, warm. jason’s hand continued its soft, repetitive motion, lulling you into a calm you hadn’t felt all day. eventually, you felt your body relax fully into him, the tension easing out of your muscles.

“you feel better?” jason asked after a while, his voice gentle.

“yeah,” you admitted. “thanks, jase.”

“anytime, love.”

you sat up slightly, looking up at him with a small smile. “you know, I’m pretty sure you deserve a medal for putting up with me on days like this.”

jason smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll settle for extra dessert at dinner.”

you laughed, rolling your eyes. “deal.”

he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “in all seriousness, though, I’ll always be here for you. no matter how rough the day is.”

“I know,” you whispered, your heart swelling with gratitude. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sunshine.”

and just like that, the world didn’t seem so overwhelming anymore. with jason by your side, it never would.

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a/n : having miraculous nostalgia rn can you tell

[thequietkid-moonie]

Their extrovert crush is a really good singer

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Marinette, Adrien, Luka ]

[ Miraculous Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir ]

× Inspired on Sarah (from Kaleido Star)

Im being really excited since I had this idea!! I just love it so much!!! Also, im bragging about one of my favorites characters 🙆🏻‍♀️ like, seriously, Sarah is ✨ amazing ✨

I thought in Ibuki too but I decided to keep it as just Sarah

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

It could be that Marinette personaly meet you in school or by casuality first, or that she gets interested in your music first and then meet you in person, no matter how it happen she will be really surprised by how different your personality it is with the angelic and soft voice you have while sing, she find it hilarious at first but as the time pass and she falls in love with you she start to see it more as a little quirk of yours that makes you more special!

Marinette loves your voice and is constantly hearing your songs (if she has to record your voice herself she will find a way to do it), specially when she is doing homework or working in her designs she has your music in the background (she swears that your voice inspire her) and sometimes even sings along with you, and is for sure that at least once she had fallen sleep while hearing your voice

Speaking of it, Marinette has a lot of drawings of you, drawings of you alone, with the diferents costumes of your presentations, drawings of you with designs she made specially for you and so on, but she keep it to only herself! (or at least try to), she will be really embarrassed if you ever find out about this (even when she daydream a lot about you using her designs)

If Marinette ever has the opportunity to heard you sing personaly is almost a miracle that she doesn't faint or even combust for how flustered she is or how her heart is beating so fast, but it would even more dificult for her to stay calm if she is physicaly close to you (like she just casually heard you sing or even hum, or that you do it for her)

She is always paying a lot of attention to news about you in social media, specially if you make a new song or are going to have a presentation, somehow she always know (and she tries to go)

Marinette is always shy and trip in her own words whenever you are around, so you being more extrovert and talktive is a good thing for her, but at the same time is really bad, it helps her that you has no problem with starting the conversation with her but it makes her really nervous that you two are actually talking, still she can't help but be atracted to you

Marinette can't just bring herself to say no to you, and sometimes she is to distracted with your beauty to even actually heard what you are telling her so whenever you invite her to do something she end up going with you to a strange training of any fighting style you are into, however she is too nervous to say something or decline so she just end up doing it anyways

Marinette will never let anyone talk bad about you, even if someone just think that you are a little weird she is quickly to stand up for you and defend you (even if you don't really mind their comments), also it could be that if people don't actually hear you sing they won't really believe it, in that case she will try to defend you too

When you express your admiration for Ladybug and Chat Noir she is incredibly flustered, she is between trying to say a lot of things at once and stuttering, when she finally manage to ask you she quickly become a flustered blushing mess for you saying how much you admire them for how they always bravery fight against the akumatized people and thanks to your words practically all her worries and insecurities completely vanish (at least for a while) and will be giggly braging about it with Tikki for a long time

Whenever she is fighting as Ladybug it isn't her intention but sometimes she has to save you or put you out of danger and everytime she gets really blushy and giggly. Also, it take a lot of self control and insistence of Tikki for her to not give you a miraculous at the first chance she has

Adrien Agreste

It could be that you two met from even before he has the opportunity to properly go to the school, since you are part of the world of entertainment by being a really good singer, it would be because it benefit him (making good to his image) or even that Gabriel has made exclusive designs for your presentations (at least once) that gives him the opportunity to meet you and his father won't really see a problem with it

Adrien is really happy with being able to have more friends, doesn't matter much your personality at first and even so he likes it, however he is too innocent to notice when his feelings started to change, when he wants to spend more time with you not only because you are his friend, or when your voice start to sound even more beautiful or even when he start to win more confidence and become a little more extrovert (at least when he is with you)

Adrien will be lying if he says he doesn't like your voice because he does, and he has no problem with saying it neither, everytime he heards you sing he likes to take a moment to fully apreciate it (sometimes even close his eyes to just focus in your voice) and when you finish he always compliments you, comparing you with an angel or with famous singers (make you flustered isn't his intention, but if he does he will be blushy too)

He isn't someone who judge someone just for their looks or title, so he knows better to don't just think that your voice is all of you, that is why when he start to know you better and find out that your personality is the complete opposite of your voice he is totally fine with it, he is initially surprised but quickly finds it funny and even kinda cute

Adrien is a more calm person so he normally just tent to follow your lead whenever you two are together, he doesn't really mind doing whatever you want (he will only complain if it would bring you troubles or something), it always makes his day better seeing you so happy (specially knowing that you are happy to be with him, it flattered him a lot, it even make him a little shy and blushy from time to time)

Is probably that you two hang out in his house a lot with the excuse to help each other with the practice (him the piano and you with the singing), the first time it happen was because you two were actually going to practice but just entering in his room you imediatly become super excited for how much things he has in his room to entertain himself, and he just watch you run around his room seeing everything he has, laughing in amusment waiting until you finally choose something to do (he never had love his room so much before)

He is surprised by the fact that even as being a singer with an angelic voice you are more into learning fighting styles, but then again he doesn't judge so he just talks to you about his fencing lessons and even a little about how he fight to akumatized people (without saying that he is Chat Noir, just saying that that is how he imagine it would be or something). And when you express your admiration for Ladybug and Chat Noir for their habilities to fight and all of that he becomes really flustered in a second, shyly but excited asking you for your opinion about Chat Noir

Speaking of it he won't really lost the opportunity to approach to you while being Chat Noir, either when doing patrol or to take you out of harm's way, while that he will be a little more flirty and confident and still he easily gets flustered

Once he is finally able to go to the school that will give him the opportunity to spend more time with you, and even then he prefers to follow your lead, at first it could easily be seen as that the two of you are just best friends but as the time pass his friends will notice that what he feels for you is more than a friendship and will try to help him to be with you

Luka Couffaine

Is more probably that Luka meet you before he even has the opportunity to heard you sing, even when he is more into the music what you sing isn't really the type of music he normally hear, however he may know that you are a singer, in any case Luka will be happy to meet you and he is rather friendly since the start

Luka is really friendly so it doesn't take much for you two to start being friends, he won't force you to sing for him if you don't want to, but he is more than happy to hear you do it, he is completely mesmerize by your voice, you truly have the voice of an angel and he has no problem with expressing how beautiful you voice is

He never lose a chance to heard you sing (even if you are just humming or even singing a song that you like and not one of yours it doesn't matter), he likes to take a moment to appreciate before laughing softly in amusment, however he loves it more when he has the opportunity to make you company with his guitar while you sing (he loves doing that, or even just playing something for you, it makes him feel closer to you)

Luka is totally up for making you company in your singing with his guitar while hanging out, however normally when he thinks on you he plays a melody more playfuly and faster than the normal music you sing and is something funny for him (he secretly hopes that you like it because is the way he express his feelings for you)

And just as he loves your voice he loves your personality, once he has the opportunity to truly meet you he finds pretty hilarious the contrast between your voice while singing and you extrovert and determined personality, although he doesn't judge you for non of them it just make you more amazing in his eyes (more than once he had joked about it too)

Both of you easily start a really good friendship so you two spend a lot of time together, and you are always welcome in his house (his mother is always encouraging you to just be yourself, no matter what other would think) and, of course, you are always invited to the practice of Kitty Section and they are completely happy with letting you sing with them if you ever want to take a break of your usual singing

Luka loves hearing you rant about whatever you are into, either the fighting style you are interest or the ideas you are having, and he is actually really interested in what you have to say, even ask more about it sometimes

Luka finds pretty funny that you are interested in learning to fight but still for him is something that make you even more interesting and special, he won't really accept your offers to learn and train with you but he doesn't mind making your company while you do so, if you let him he will like to practice with his guitar while you train (well thats an excuse, he is actually playing along with your training, expressing how much he likes to be with you in his song)

When you express your admiration for the superheros that protect Paris for how strong they are and because they always have the opportunity to actually fight he find it funny and ask you more about it (he will ask you your opinion about Viperion too, but he mainly wants to continue hear you talk so excited about what you like). Everytime he has to be Viperion again he always thinks on you, it flustered him a little but still tries to not get distracted while fighting

Luka isn't unaware of his feelings for you, he knows that he loves you pretty well, even when he doesn't say it out loud (but has no problem with doing it) he does express his love by other ways, like while playing music, with his compliments and sometimes even flirting, but specially by the lovestruck expression he has while looking you while you sing or even when you train, he just can't help but admire every part of you

[ilikekidsshows]

Marinette and Adrienette discourse aside, what I find very off-putting about Miraculous since season 3 is the inability to differentiate between secundary characters and background characters. It’s very contradictory because none of the Miracuclass aside from Alya, Chloé and Nino are compelling enough to warrant any meaningful interest. I distinctly remember people giving Nathaniel a bigger role during season 1, putting him in situations and even shipping him with Chloé, but that doesn’t really contradict my statement because it showed people’s willingness to latch onto a narrow scope of characters and expanding on them. Realistically no one is interested in a wide set of characters that account to what, fifteen people? I didn’t even count them all because I can’t remember them. Are the miraculous all interesting to watch? Yeah. But why give them to every single person who ever breathed in the same room as Marinette? There is a reason why the cool stuff happens to the MC and their crew. People don’t have the time to invest in a dozen different characters who aren’t even flashed out properly past one or two quirks (if we’re lucky). 

I remember when Ladybug started giving away the miraculous like they were candies, some people said you don’t have to give a character a miraculous to flash them out. I agree, but this isn’t even about that. I think you don’t need to flash them all out, period. At least not all of them. Also because the flash out part in question boils down to “Oh no my partner/sibling/friend is in danger and for some reason two perfectly capable superheroes need my help.” I’m like, why. Who cares about Kim or Max or Mylène getting a power-up. Genuinely, I’ve never seen a single fanart of them dressed up as superheroes. I’m sure some of them exist, but the fandom at large does not care.

If you want to compare ML to MHA, while MHA is not perfect, there are undoubtedly some characters that are more important than the rest of the class and the story focuses on them. But the thing is, it is *required* that they all be the heroes because that’s the plot. It’s a school designed for that purpose, the very best in fact. But Miraculous? Just let this class be normal. Let us see Marinette hang out with her girlfriends and Adrien play with the Kitty Section and Adrien and Nino actually being bffs (remember when Nino was still worth something?) and have Adrien and Chloé’s supposed friendship actually hold value (whether or not you like her it’s up to you, but to show had Adrien keep insisting she was his only friend growing up only for that to go absolutely nowhere). 

Also they could’ve just showed the powers by having Marinette and Adrien use them. Hell even the Alya-Nino-Chloé trio. We actually have that! But then we also have… ten different heroes. For whatever reason. 

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Another scorching hot take: giving a character a Miraculous isn't even fleshing them out. Almost any one of these episodes could be written without the side character being focused on getting a Miraculous. All the tertiary heroes do in any episode after transforming is blindly follow Ladybug’s orders without question. They jump when she tells them to jump and use their special power when she tells them to. They're merely extensions of Marinette's plan to make her look smarter and not characters in their own right. The same effect could be gotten with Marinette or Adrien (but let's not kid ourselves, Marinette will only ever share power with her partner once to appease him after treating him like crap for weeks) used the Miraculous instead. It really shows how bad the writers are at long term planning when they had Unification have no actual setbacks in practice.

I actually think Miraculous' wide and varied cast used to be more of a strength. The world feels so much more real when our protagonists’ classmates all have their own things going on, even if it's just one or two things per character. It makes sure a wide variety of interests kids might be into can be included in the stories. The Kitty Section episode, ‘Silencer’, worked the best for this, tackling topics to do with the entertainment industry while Marinette was along for the ride because she was helping them out. Similarly, we have two episodes where the cast is filming a movie, although I only like the first one, ‘Horrificator’, because the latter is just Chloé being annoying. But it's a fun excuse to get the large cast together for an episode.

In an ideal show with Miraculous’s format, the classmates would be the vehicles to introduce Marinette and/or Adrien to the Problem of the Episode, which will have our heroes there when the conflict causes an Akuma to pop up, giving them an understanding of what’s going on, and making them able to have some dialogue at the end about what just went down, the “what did we learn today?” discussion or some other self-reflection moment. Like, with Kim you could tackle competition topics, sore losers, cheating and even throwing a contest for some reason. With Nathaniel you could tackle worries about not being original or eye-catching enough, of wanting to chase trends in order to get noticed and how to deal with the frustration of putting so much effort into your craft and not being appreciated. The fact that we have actually gotten a few episodes like that makes it so annoying when the writers insist on their lazy options of “Chloé is a jerk” and “Marinette concocts a crazy scheme around Adrien, casualties ensue” for most of the series.

The issue, I feel, is that the writers are constantly failing to utilize their large cast for storytelling, mostly due to their laziness and lack of ambition. As of the retool, we almost never see the characters taking part in their established hobbies, instead obsessing over the main couple even more than Marinette does. It’s just like how the hero selves exist merely as tools to be used for Marinette’s schemes, their civilian selves exist merely to tell the audience that Marinette and Adrien are meant to be. They’re pure utility with no character, and the utility is the same for every single character.

That last bit is how this relates to what you said; how Miraculous doesn’t differentiate between secondary characters and background characters, because the writers refuse to elevate any character to secondary status and actually keep them there / commit to it. The best any character not named Marinette can hope for is being a recurring supportive character, and those are barely distinct from background characters. There are some bits that make us think Alya in the retool or Adrien in the earlier seasons are supposed to be secondary characters, but they just don’t get the focus necessary to make them pop from the rest of the cast. These characters have gone through some big life changes, but we barely know how they feel about any of that. Despite their plot importance they have the emotional depth of a spilled glass of water. It’s annoying.

The main reason that Miraculous’ cast feels bloated is that the writers can’t use a variety of characters imaginatively to justify needing a cast that big, and they have no concept of a character tier list or how to signal character importance to the audience. Giving all the classmates Miraculouses makes them seem equally important, or just more important than Recurring Akuma Victim Number 72, when they just blatantly aren’t. Freaking Mr. Pigeon has more emotional depth than Minotaurox. Freaking Rooster Bold is nothing more than a punny reference to an actually entertaining superhero.

[caladriusposts]

hiya iydm could talk about your quirk in your dr :)

yes!!Here’s a brief summary of my quirk,lets start with the basics ᯓ

my quirk type is an emitter/mutant that also has aspects linked to my emotional well being,its called icy blessings (i let izuku pick the name in our first year,it used to be called icy water but i hated that).

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I have two quirks that merge together,my first quirk is water based,it lets me see water molecules and suck them out of air,it’s one of the coolest part of it tbh it reminds me of ladybug when she uses her lucky charm😭 my water is basically unlimited besides me getting mentally fatigued/dizzy,i can shape,move and temper with its temperature all i want (it took alot of training to do so).my second quirk manifested in middle school out of emotional baggage,she’s just like dark shadow and has her own conscious.she’s like a guide rather than being uncontrollable like dark shadow at times. it’s a whole quirk type called phantom quirks in my dr.

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ᝰ.ᐟ Some cool stuff i can do with my quirk:

⋆ Teleportation: i teleport via jumping from one water molecule to another! Its really fun it feels like jumping on a trampoline and its so instant.I can also teleport stuff (and it eventually turned to teleporting people) i teleported the ball to a not so nearby beach in the Ball Throw during the Quirk Apprehension Test.

⋆ Healing: like i mentioned my quirk has emotional aspects and healing is one of them,i heal people via affection (platonic or not,i basically heal strangers out of the goodness of my heart literally).

- Something related to healing is purification,i can purify anything that has water in it and make it perfectly edible/unharmful, it works on wounds to infections to anything.(since the human body is 70% water which in the long run made me blood bend SAFELY cause the root of my quirk is not reflecting any damage on anyone).it also makes me immune to food poisoning #yay me.

⋆ Water detection: i can sense water masses around me,and that includes people,its so helpful when i don’t know how many people are gonna be there when i go through a door to be prepared.it also helps me know where people i know are i love texting my friends “i know where you are” out of context bahahaha.

⋆ Materialization: i had a quirk awakening in second year that allowed me to materialize everything and anything from my quirk,ice or not it just needs my creativity,i can also alter my body functions but its rather restrictive compared to objects since i have know how what i wanna change biologically functions to the dot,i only did that once when i took a really really bad hit and tried to boost my healing via materializing body tissue,worked at the end but not something i would wanna do again.

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that’s mostly what i’d like to share 🫶🏻 feel welcome to ask about anything especially quirk biology i love quirks sm.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Oh, I love "Entitlement runs in the family"!

You know what? Let's drag the Ashido-squad and Kirishima in as well.

Bakugou "invites" his "friends" to dinner once. That dinner, casually discussing the Midoriyas as if they were pets, was enough to solidify to Ashido and the others that Bakugou is bad news, if his attempted murders and general attitude wasn't enough. Kirishima, however, takes this as evidence that Bakugou is being raised in a bad home and needs love and support in order to get better.

...this leads to an exhausted and entitled Kirishima, feeling entitled to the rest of the squad helping him with Bakugou and too deep to try and escape.

I adore this. Because we focus on the entitlement being ‘yes I deserve this’ but rarely on the idea of entitlement being ‘I am in the right and demand your support’.

And like the Bakugou family I actually don’t have a hard time seeing Kirishima entitled when it comes to this. He WANTS to be in the right, to be the big time hero who saves the day. He wants to be Manly. And he sees Bakugou as needing help. Understandable.

It’s just Kirishima also cannot see that Bakugou doesn’t want to be a good person. He doesn’t. Hes never had to be because things always work out in his favour because he’s rich, has a good Quirk and is handsome.

Kirishima though is trapped in the ideas of society: you can help someone be better. Save them from their home life and let them become better people. Which to be fair isn’t untrue. When people are removed from toxic situations they can become better people IF they want to.

Sometimes people just don’t.

And sometimes they are just as toxic as the situation they were in. Because it was one of their own making.

In this case it isn’t. Bakugou canon wise has never been a pleasant person even as a toddler. But here he was definitely shaped by his family to become who he is. If he had earlier intervention, things could have changed.

It didn’t though.

Not saying he’s a lost cause. Oh no, I could see him getting his head out of his ass, but it’s not just ‘show them kindness and things change’. It’s ’the world has crashed down around you so it’s time to pick up the pieces and move on’ type of it.

And Kirishima doesn’t understand that. Let’s go with Adrien from Miraculous Ladybug as an example. He continued to give Chloe second chances and shrug off her antics as ‘ah that’s just Chloe for you’. He is angry her victims are celebrating she’s gone. Is it rude? Yeah. But I also don’t fucking blame them. No matter WHAT your home life is like you are not entitled to hurt others. My sympathy ends as soon as you hurt others.

But there are people like Kirishima and Adrien who brush it aside because they want to be saviours. They have this need to be the white knight, saving the people they view as needing it. They feel that they are entitled to people helping them because they are in the right and get angry when it doesn’t happen.

I look at this and see a scene where like two months later Kirishima sees Ashido, Kaminari and Sero hanging out. He approaches them, hurt they didn’t tell him about a squad hang out.

“You’re not our friend,” Ashido says calmly. “We told you we don’t like Bakugou stop trying to include him but you didn’t listen. I told you I didn’t want to hang out anymore. You didn’t listen. That’s on you, not me.”

[junipernight]

The Quirks of Being a Ladybug

Chapter 4 - Purr

Summary: Apparently, the strangeness didn't end with magic, suddenly having a secret identity, or saving Paris on a weekly basis. (AKA, the one where the miraculous holders have to deal with random animal traits)

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Adrien sprinted up the steps to Francois Dupont, backpack slung over one shoulder, late note clutched tightly in one sweaty fist.

His dad had been even more of a perfectionist than usual when it came to photoshoots lately, fussing over lighting and angles to a degree he never had before his mom disappeared. The result was that his photoshoot that morning had stretched even later than normal, later than the late pass from Natalie indicated he’d be absent.

Now, he had missed lunch and would have to join the class in the middle of 4th period—Mme. Mendeleiev’s class. This sucked for two reasons:

Science was his favorite class. 

Mme. Mendeleiev hated tardiness.

Adrien didn’t stop running until he was just outside the classroom. Then he stopped and put his ear up to the door. Slowly, tentatively, he cracked open the door to the science lab and peeked inside; Mme. Mendeleiev had her back turned to the classroom and was lecturing and writing formulas on the board. Adrien opened the door just enough to slip in, tip-toed over to put the late pass on her desk, and scurried to his seat.

Shoulders hunched, he hurriedly pulled out his notebook and homework. He dug around in his bag—he couldn’t find his pencil, where-?

“Monsieur Agreste. This is a science class, not choir practice!”

Oh. Oh no. He’d been humming again.

“Sorry, Mme. Mendeleiev,” he apologized.

The teacher sniffed and turned back to the board. He waited until she was back into the flow of the lesson to start gingerly rummaging around for a pencil again.

“Psst.” Nino elbowed him. In his hand was a spare mechanical pencil.

“Thanks,” Adrien mouthed.

He started rapidly copying down what was on the board, only for Mme. Mendeleiev to erase it and move on to the next topic.

“Mmmm-- mmmmm- mmf!” Adrien started to hum in distress before Nino elbowed him again. 

Adrien bit down on his tongue. You could still hum with your teeth on your tongue, but it made it harder to do so accidentally.

Adrien, who had played piano for as long he could remember, had always been musically inclined. This wasn’t like that. Half of the time, he didn’t even realize he was humming. It was an unconscious thing, like breathing, or fidgeting, or picking at a scab. It wasn’t even pretty, melodic humming. Humming probably wasn’t even the right word—he was droning.

Plagg, as usual, had been totally unhelpful, which is why it had taken Adrien almost 4 months to realize that he was basically purring out of the suit.

“Yeah, duh,” the little kwami had said when Adrien shared his revelation. “My holders always take on cat traits, but humans can’t exactly purr. Didn’t I tell you that?” 

(Plagg had not told Adrien this.)

Knowing didn’t really make a difference anyway. Adrien hummed, whether he realized it or not, and he did it every time he felt stressed, or embarrassed, or worried. He hummed when he was comfortable and happy too, but that usually happened around his lady, when he could purr for real.

Mme Mendeliev was really rocketing through the lesson now, so Adrien took a deep breath and tried to keep up.

***

Poor Adrien, Marinette thought, not for the first time, later that day.

She was lying in bed with Tikki nestled in her hair and her chemistry homework (Mme. Mendeleiev had given them homework over the break, it was so unfair) spread out in front of her on the blanket, but she was finding it hard to concentrate. 

She knew how awkward and embarrassing it felt to be late to class, especially when it wasn’t even your own fault. Marinette would totally be on time more often if it wasn’t for that loser Hawkmoth. (She hesitated to call acclaimed fashion designer Gabriel Agreste a loser, but it was inconsiderate of him to make his son miss so much school.) Poor Adrien had continued humming under his breath all class. Marinette didn’t fully understand the humming thing, but she thought it might be a kind of stress-induced vocal stim, the same way she needed big movements when she got worked up about something.

Marinette hoped Mme. Mendeleiev would understand about the vocal stimming. She hoped she wouldn’t write a note to Adrien’s father, or get him in trouble; if she did, Monsieur Agreste might pull Adrien out of school forever, and then Marinette would never see him again, and they’d never get married and have 3 kids OR a hamster!

That’s what Marinette was thinking when her phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered miserably, so lost in her daydream that she hadn’t checked the caller ID.

“Marinette!” exclaimed a relieved voice.

“Adrien!” Marinette squeaked. “What called you?”

“Listen, I need your help,” said Adrien urgently, ignoring Marinette’s way with words. “I’ve gotten myself into a sort of predicament…”

***

Five minutes later, Marinette was standing outside the front doors of College Francois Dupont.

They were locked.

She scanned the street and windows of the school consideringly. She snuck into the school all the time as Ladybug, of course, but she didn’t want to get in the habit of using LB to do Marinette business. Besides, it would be weird if anyone saw Ladybug sneaking into a school after hours when there were no akumas around.

So, instead of yoyo-ing up and over, she shuffled along the side of the school to M. Monlataing’s classroom. She was in luck—the absent-minded art teacher had left the window open again.

Marinette hoisted herself through the window and crept inside. She made her way through the dark halls on tiptoe, stopping every so often to listen for footsteps, or the jangle of keys.

Nothing.

The boys locker room appeared to be totally empty when she reached it. It sure sounded occupied, however —like someone was having a hushed conversation in the corner.

“... Adrien?” she whisper-called.

Immediately the talking stopped. There was a loud clang, like the sound of sheet metal warping.

“Marinette?” came a muffled voice.

She rushed over towards the sound; she still couldn’t see anyone, but she could hear the little sounds of rustling when she knelt in front of Adrien’s locker.  “You weren’t kidding,” she breathed. “You really are trapped in a locker!”

“I know,” Adrien said glumly.

“Are you on the phone? I thought I heard voices.”

“Nope, it’s just me… talking to myself… while stuck in a locker...”

The padlock was lying on the floor next to the lockers, so at least he wasn’t locked in. Marinette tugged on the locker door:

It didn’t budge.

“How did you even get in there in the first place?” Marinette asked. Her first thought was that he’d been shoved in there by a bully, like in an American movie—except no, that wouldn’t make sense, because Chloe was the only bully around who might do something like that, and she liked Adrien.

“Well…”

“Actually, hold that thought! I’ll be right back, I promise!”

She ran back out of the locker room to the nearest janitor closet; she returned a few minutes later with a can of WD-40, a screwdriver, a wrench, 3-in-1 oil, and a hammer for good measure. (Unfortunately, the school janitor didn’t have a crowbar.)

“Okay, I’m back. Tell me everything!”

“I was kind of having a bad day,” Adrien admitted. “And I got permission from my father to hang out with Nino after fencing today.”

 “But Nino’s family is going to Morocco for fall break,” Marinette interrupted. “They fly out tonight.” It was strangely easy to talk to Adrien like this. Maybe it was because she couldn’t see him, but maybe it was because she was focused on a task! She hoped it was the latter, because she liked seeing him. Which she could do again, once she got him out. 

Focus!, she thought, and picked up the nearest tool: a wrench. She peered at the locker consideringly, but unlike with her lucky charms, no immediate uses for a wrench jumped out at her, so she put it down. 

“Yeahhhhh.” Even through the locker door, Adrien sounded embarrassed. “I know that, but I forgot Fall Break started tomorrow.”

Marinette picked up a screwdriver. She would unscrew the hinges!

“So after fencing practice, I didn’t have anywhere to be, and I thought I’d curl up in my locker.”

“You went in there on purpose?!” she cried, momentarily derailed.

“It’s cozy…” Marinette, ever attuned to all things Adrien, picked up on the slightly defensive note in his voice. “I like to curl up in small spaces, sometimes, I dunno.”

Marinette considered this, trying to relate even though she didn’t see the appeal. “Like a cat in a box,” she said.

“HEH. Heh heh. YEP. Like a cat, or a- or a squirrel, or a stoat. Lots of animals like to hole up in weird places.

Unscrewing the hinges wasn’t working; there wasn’t much for the screwdriver to grab on to. She switched tactics and grabbed the WD-40.

“Why me?” she asked eventually, when she had sprayed the hinges, the edges of the door, and even the little bar where the padlock should go.

“Pardon?”

“Why did you call me for help?” she said, voicing the question she’d been wondering since he’d first called her that afternoon.  She picked up the last tool in her arsenal, and started trying to pry open the door with the back end of the hammer.

“Don’t be offended, but… you have a lot of quirks. So I thought, if anyone would be understanding of my quirks, it’d be you.”

A warm feeling spread through Marinette’s chest. A second later, the locker door sprang open, and Adrien tumbled out.

He blinked up at her, blinded by the light.

Marinette grinned down at him, still basking in the idea that she and Adrien had something in common.

“Yeah, I understand having a few quirks,” she said, as she helped him up.

Adrien surprised her then by hugging her.

“Thanks Marinette!” he said. “You’re the best!”

Marinette blushed a brilliant, cochineal red. 

Oh my god, keep it together Mari, she thought. No nose bleeds!

He was still hugging her.

“It nothing!” She squeaked, and then mentally kicked herself.

Adrien was quirky. She was quirky. She’d just freed him from a trap of his own making and was still holding the hammer. They were both two quirky dorkasauruses, and she could speak in complete sentences to him. With no nose bleeds.

He finally let go, and instantly she missed his arms around her.

“It you- If you want, we could go back to my house,” she said.

Adrien smiled his wonderful, soft-boy smile at her. “I’d love to, Marinette.”

They chatted amicably as they walked out of the school together. A thought occurred to Marinette right before they reached the bakery.

“Hey Adrien, have you ever built a blanket fort before?”

[frosity]

JLM Ninjago au. I was enabled by @zexal-club

The setting takes place in New Nerima: a city in America. This is basically Ninjago character in the world of JLM. For better or worse. Also the with some elements of the movie like the ninja going to school.

Lloyd: A young boy whose father is a powerful dark wizard who is known thoughout the world as pure evil. He got the Butterfly to prove he was like his father before losing it to Dolion Dodds (Pythor) and becoming the Ladybug hero to fix his mistake. Here he was shuffled around in orphanages for a long time and learning who his father was before that. Also part dragon.

Kai: A young boy who worked at a guild called Bladeworks (heh) with his sister. They were forced to move due to child protection services not allowing it. He later agrees to work under Wu due to his sister being kidnapped by a dark guild. He later learns to use fire blade magic.

Nya: An artifacter who loved her inventions. She can wield magic but generally prefers to use her gadgets to get the job done. After the kidnapping she created the Samurai X persona to track down Lloyd and later Pythor Garmondon. Here the ninja (may need a new name) knows who she is. Later learns water strom magic.

Cole: A half shinigami boy who goes to a boarding school who hates it there but can't complain really. He meets Wu second but loves hanging out with him. He basically has a habit of sneaking away with extra lessons when he can. Has Synesthesia. Learned Earth magic from his mother's books and is stated to be a natural. Is also surprisingly strong.

Jay: Goes to the same school as Kai, Nya and Zane. He is basically the none wizard of his friends. As in he suck at casting spells. He has a habit of generating static with things he touches by accident. Is later found out to be a quirk from his adoptive mother. Uses this to his advantage with his inventions.

Zane:Part of a set of robots (Echo not getting left behind) created by DC Julien. Knows he's a robot outright but doesn't tell anyone. Is another part of the friend group who is trying to stop The butterfly villain. Uses Frost code magic.

Wu: A man who teaches these students who control their abilities while also trying to get his nephew back before he crosses the line. Genuinely worries about these kids everyday.

Au notes

Nooru is less worried about Lloyd and for the beginning "episodes", mostly tries to get him to think smarter. Think older brother - younger brother type. Of course it doesn't last.

The serpentine are all Limia who are not involved with that mess or in case of the generals, not exactly the position to refuse.

Garmadon is known as the new Zeref. And for good reason.

Tea are now potions .

So Zex, what do you think?

[professionallydeadinside]

As his top bodyguard, Ladybug has to get used to being with Tom nearly 24/7. He likes learning about all of the actor's little quirks :]

[starwarsmum]

Day 27 is High Road! Continuing with the Visit to Paris

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

@maribatserver

Damian glared at the building his father had enrolled him in and stood stubbornly on the front steps. His father sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder to steer him in, apparently ignoring his annoyance.

“Damian, I thought you wanted to catch Hawkmoth?” Bruce muttered, lips barely moving as he navigated them to the principal’s office. Damian huffed in annoyance but wiped the scowl off his face until he was his usual level of stoic rather than grumpy. “Besides, this will give you more time with Marinette, won't it?” 

“Tt.”

The meeting with Damocles was filled with an absurd amount pandering and, for some reason, fear. Probably concerned because there were a number of high profile students and, if Marinette's anecdotes were anything to go by, they were fairly entitled individuals. Damian was relieved when Bruce confirmed that they didn't want to use his surname so as not to draw unwanted attention to them and Damocles agreed. 

When he was taken to the homeroom Bruce left and Damian assumed he would continue chasing down leads for Hawkmoth whilst he gathered intel from within the school. If he was being honest with himself he was excited to be spending more time with Marinette and intended to take full advantage of the fact that the class already knew they were dating to stick to her like glue - and tear down anyone who thought they could mistreat her. 

“Everyone! I'd like you all to give a warm welcome to our new student, Damian Smith,” the teacher, Madame Bustier, said when he entered the class. “Damian, it's wonderful to have you with us. I've been told that you're a little shy so we'll just get you settled in your seat before we proceed. You'll be sitting in the back with Lila as that's our only free seat but let me know if you have any problems - though I'm sure you won't, everyone adores Lila.” 

Damian quirked an eyebrow at Marinette at that and she hastily turned a snort into a cough. The blond in front of her turned and gave her a disappointed look which made her look down, flushed. Damian narrowed his eyes and resolved to ask Marinette what that was about during one of their breaks. For now though, he took his seat at the back of the class and settled down to take notes.

_ _ _

“Marinette, can I talk to you?” the blond - Adrien Agreste, Damian's mind supplied - asked with a winsome smile. Marinette glanced back up at him before sighing and agreeing to go with Adrien. Damian didn't try very hard not to scowl (that was his girlfriend Adrien was spiriting away) and glared when Lila gave a giggle next to him.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” she said with a saccharine smile that made him long for his katana. “I'm sure you have nothing to worry about - she's only been in love with him since she met him! But I'm sure she's suddenly over that and is super serious about your…relationship.” 

“Your opinion is irrelevant,” he snapped, refusing to let her plant the doubts she was clearly trying to. The people who were waiting for her - Alya Césaire, the ‘journalist’ that had been horribly negligent of Marinette's injuries, and Nino Lahiffe, her boyfriend - came over at that, standing protectively next to Lila.

“Hey, chill out,” Alya snapped back at him, glaring. “She was trying to reassure you, jackass. God, what does Mari even see in you?” 

“Probably a brain cell,” he grumbled before shoving his way past the trio and going to catch up with Marinette. He ignored the indignant outrage that Alya started to splutter before he heard Lila begin to sob openly. He stalked out of the door and zeroed in on Marinette and Adrien off to the side of the large courtyard.

“...tever you said to Damian about Lila, it's only going to alienate her and make things harder. What happened to the high road, to making her a better person by being kind and compassionate?” Adrien was saying as Damian approached silently. He could see how tense Marinette was and hated that he wondered whether it was the kind of nerves he felt around her that was causing it. 

“So you want me to lie to my boyfriend?” Marinette said, her voice tight. The lack of a blush on her neck, or stammering in her words soothed something in him and he cleared his throat as he closed the distance fully. Marinette span around and smiled at him, some of the tension leaving her. “Hey Dami, want me to show you around?”

“Mari, can we just talk about this-” 

“No, Adrien, we can't,” she bit out, stepping back into Damian's space. He threw an arm over her shoulders and felt her relax even further. “I haven't told Damian anything I haven't told everyone else. The only difference is that he believes me and has my back. I don't need to have another conversation about letting her do what she wants, really.” 

“Come on, I would like to see the library if you don't mind showing it to me,” Damian murmured into her ear, feeling victorious when she flushed at the intimacy of the moment. He smirked at Adrien with barely contained contempt, nodding a farewell. “Agreste.” 

The moment they stepped out of the courtyard and into a quiet hall, Marinette deflated a little. She leaned on him and he brushed her hair back as he tried to comfort her. 

“Sorry, he wasn't going to let it go without saying his piece. Lila didn't cause any problems, did she?” 

“Perhaps,” he said quietly, fingers running along her jaw and neck. She shivered and pressed closer to him. He hated that he was going to ask, but he knew it would only cause problems if he didn't. “She mentioned that you had…romantic feelings towards Agreste. And implied that you were using me. I reacted poorly and she began her crocodile tear routine when I left, for the benefit of Césaire and Lahiffe.”

 “Was there a question in that?” She asked just as quietly, leaning back from him to look him in the eye. She was biting her lip, but waited for him to continue. 

“No…I don't know,” he admitted, hating that he couldn't just dismiss the words. “I feel very strongly for you, Marinette. I suppose I'm worried that it is more one-sided than I would like.” 

“It's not,” she said, taking his face in her hands. She looked beautifully fierce, her eyes practically ablaze with emotion. “When I liked Adrien it was before I knew him well. It never went anywhere and I grew out of those feelings. I'm not going to say I was an idiot but…well. But even at the height of my crush on Adrien I never felt a tenth of what I feel for you.” 

“I shouldn't have been jealous. Nor should I have let the vixen get into my head, I'm sorry,” he said, closing his eyes as he leaned his head against hers. “You were right, she is a skillful liar and I should not underestimate her.” 

“Her best lies are ones that mix a pinch of the truth. I did have a crush on Adrien before. The sincerity from that boosts the rest of her words,” Marinette replied, fingers skating along his cheeks and into his hair. “But I'm more than happy to prove that I'm only interested in you.” 

He leaned into her when she pressed a kiss to his lips, his hands tightening on her hips as she pulled him closer. They stood there, entwined, until the bell signalling their next class sounded. They broke apart and Marinette sighed before leading him back to their classroom.

Alya glared at him as he trailed behind Marinette but he ignored her, walking his girlfriend to her seat. Bustier still hadn't arrived so before he let her sit down he pressed another kiss to her lips. Jason would say he was being possessive, Dick would say it was sweet…Damian was fine with it being a bit of both. 

“I'll see you at lunch,” he said in a low voice, trailing a finger over her blushing cheek. 

Part 7

[anyamusumesonlywife]

looks up at you wiv my big ole eyes

dylanya hcs?

your wish is my command 🩵

🌌 Anya’s favorite thing about Dylan is their eyes. She loves how expressive they are, and could very definitely get lost in them if she stares too hard.

💫 Anya loves playing with their hair. Brushing it, washing it, anything. It always gets all over her because their hair is so thick.

🌌 Anya loves all their quirks and flaws. She helps them stop nail biting / biting the inside of their mouth.

💫 They have a very similar — If not the same music taste.

🌌 Anya loves taking care of them. Whether it’s on their period, or they’re sick, she adores being able to shower them in affection when they’re not doing great. Heating pads, hot meals, comfortable baths, all that. She loves her wife 🩵

💫 Anya will sometimes hum quietly to Dylan to help them fall asleep.

🌌 They both stay up at night rambling about god knows what. Like that one friend at the sleepover that keeps talking when the lights go off — That is them.

💫 Dylan sends Anya those videos that say “Pov us” and it’ll be two fish or like. Two beetles. Two cats. Anything like that. And Anya adores it.

🌌 They sometimes stay up late at night just binging shows/movies while eating fast food.

💫 Dylan’s anniversary present to Anya was a giant alien plushie. Anya’s anniversary present to Dylan was 2 tickets to see Arctic Monkeys live.

🌌 They have a star projector in their bedroom. It’s one of the projector pillow pets from the 2000s. It’s a ladybug.

💫 They love going to arcades and aquariums frequently. They’re both actual gods at the claw machines.

🌌 Dylan either curls up in bed and gets cuddled by Anya, or they’re completely latched onto her.

💫 Their room is surrounded in plushies.

🌌 They love baking together.

💫 Anya’s hands are warm, Dylan’s hands are cold.

🌌 They remember their wedding vows by heart.

💫 Dylan’s body image got a lot better after they got with Anya. Any chance she would get, she compliments them and showers them in affection and praise.

🌌 Their favorite thing to do is go out in the snow. They absolutely adore snow.

💫 They drive places a lot, and every time Anya sees a cyber truck, she starts to laugh and tells Dylan to pull up their phone so they can take a picture. Both of them think cyber trucks are so ugly and they can’t help but giggle whenever they see one in the wild.

🌌 Dylan will randomly bite Anya’s arm when they’re cuddling. Evil. (Anya thinks it’s cute.)

💫 Anya loves dressing Dylan up.

🌌 They’re both big gift givers. If they see something in public that reminds them of the other no matter WHAT it is coming home with them.

💫 They believe in soulmates. They didn’t before they met each other. Their souls are bonded. Anya likes to tell Dylan that they’ll be together even after death. And they definitely will be.

🌌 “Do you think we’re together in every universe ?” “Of course we are, Hun.”

💫 Horror movies. They love watching them together.

[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

AO3 LINK

-

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.