#akumatized!reader

[3mz0mbi3]

HOLY SHIT YOU WRITE FOR MIRACULOUS!? KEKWIWISJSJ-

CAN I REQUEST HOW YANDERE LADYBUG OR CHATNOIR WOULD REACT IF READER WAS AKUMATIZED???

❛ 🦢 ⊹˚․ 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 ⌢ 𝜚 ₊˚

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You hoped your day wouldn't be as shitty as it's now.

─── “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” ───

You sigh, about to explode, but you just give them a forced smile.

"Come on, Chloe, it's just a table, you can always get another one! Besides, lunch is almost over, there's no point in arguing anymore, so with Marinette and Alya."

─── “No! This is my table! Sabrina and I always sit at this table, can't these plebs come and sit in the place of royalty like me?” ───

“Well, the tables are all the same, uh—, but come on! I can find you another one worthy of your beautiful presence! Besides, you don't want to deal with so much "plebs", do you? I'll find you somewhere a little more secluded. Not everyone is worthy of your presence.”

You spoke animatedly as you smiled at Chloe, causing her to ponder her words for a moment before she smiling mischievously, blinded by the flattery that made her boost her ego, so it was easier for you to convince her

─── “Well, now that you mention it, you're right, so Shu-Shu! Hurry up and find me a better table!” ───

“Sure, Chloe.”

You smiled, but inside you were pissed off. It was a wonder you didn't explode on the spot and rip out all the blonde girl's hair. You directed your gaze towards Marinette who was with her entire red box., similar to how Nathaniel's hair shook when he hid behind Alya. You only gave a quick nod and a "sweet smile" to the two girls and went back to take care of Chloe, followed by Sabrina to find her a new table so she'd stop making such a fuss.

─── “God, this girl is amazing.” ───

The girl of brown-skinned spoke, fascinated by how much patience you had and how well you could handle Chloe.

─── “Right?” ───

Now the raven girl with the two pigtails spoke dreamily as she followed her beloved with the gaze.

─── “Come on, Mari, try talking to her, it's a bit weird that you're looking at her from a distance.” ───

Marinette ignored her friend's advice and continued looking the girl from a distance. She couldn't believe what an angel ꒰Y/N꒱was even with a witch like Chloe, but there the girl was looking for a table for the annoying blonde… Spoiled, the young girl with the pigtails returned to reality as the bell rang, indicating that her break was over and it was time to go back to class. She sighed as she turned back to her best friend, who was only gave her advice.

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At last, your hell was over and you could return home to recover from the annoying day. You'd have liked everything to change for once, but everything was the same. You had no choice but to go home and rest, only to experience the same shit the next day. As you walked to the school exit, discouraged, you didn't expect someone to suddenly touch you gently on the shoulder; you quickly turn your head and see beautiful green eyes.

─── “꒰Y/N꒱, Uh— Hello!“ ───

“Oh, Hello, Adrien. Do you need anything?"

The blond boy looked noticeably nervous as he tried to remember his words well and not embarrass himself in front of the young woman. He took a deep breath to start talking.

─── “Well, actually, I just wanted to give you something.” ───

He reached into the pocket of his blue jeans, pulled out a pretty pink ribbon and held out his arm to the young woman to hand it to him, whereupon the young woman took it in one of her hands.

“Oh, its cute but may I know why you're giving it to me?

─── “Oh— Well I thought you could tie it in your hair to match your ballet dress.” ───

He spoke nervously as he played with his fingers, but you were still processing what he had just said, you thought that almost no one knew you practiced ballet, you looked at the ribbon in your hand and couldn't help but smile.

“Thanks so much Adrien, I really appreciate it, how did you know I practiced ballet?”

​─── “Ah—"It's just that I, well, uh—I heard you practiced ballet, so I thought you'd like it.” ───

“Oh, I see… Thank you again, see you tomorrow, Adrien.”

She gave Adrien a smile of gratitude, he just smiled nervously as the young woman turned back towards the exit of the school to head to your house.

─── “UHG! Who does Adrien think he is? "Why did he get so close to ꒰Y/N꒱? Do you think Adrien likes ꒰Y/N꒱ too?" ───

─── “Come on girl, maybe they were just talking, you know that not all the people who get close to ꒰Y/N꒱ its because they have to be into her.” ───

─── “Alya, but— did you see the way Adrien was looking at ꒰Y/N꒱?! Also, he approached her very suddenly! I know Adrien is up to something, and I am going to make sure he does not get it! ───

─── “Chill out Marinette, you might still have a chance if you just talk to her, you will never know if you do not try.” ───

The young girl with the pigtails just grumbled, still annoyed by the interaction of his beloved ꒰Y/N꒱ and Adrien, while Alya tried to calm her down.

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You collapsed on your bed with your backpack, exhausted from walking. You still had the ribbon bow in your hand you just looked at it, you were very tired from walking, not only from that but from having to go to school and from having to solve the problems. Problems from all your "friends", and having to stay up all night studying for even the easy questions in class, you tossed and turned in your bed until you stayed face up looking at the ceiling of your room and think

“Oh, but your only just helping them; what's wrong with that?”

Well, if you had to listen to them all the time, in class, all the time talking about them and their emotional problems, maybe you were already a psychologist??

"But they're just blowing off steam!"

Of course you never saw anything wrong with that. Some of your classmates had a lot of trust in you, but one thing was that they wanted to blow off steam, on the other they expected you to come up with an answer that would solve everything. You could only give them comforting words and support them; why did they expect even more from you?

"Did you always try to please everyone around you, but why? Why didn't you want to disappoint anyone, or why did you want to present a good image? Maybe because that was what your mother expected of you? After all, you They were his golden girl… His perfect girl, right?

…

How pathetic to want to fulfill the expectations of others, but you didn't even have an expectation; you just hid it next to your dreams.

"Why your life now isn't what you always imagined it would be like a child?"

"When did it all go down the drain?"

The only one you blame for this is your mother. As a child, you always had a grade point average of 8. Your mother always congratulated you; she never demanded more from you; she even rewarded you; she paid for a course so that you could learn ballet and practice, since you always adored him.

"Why did everything change from one day to the next?"

You just remember sobbing while your mom yells at you about how much you disappointed her.

─── “Damn it, tell me! What do you think they're going to say about me when they find out my daughter got a 7 in math?! You always disappoint me! You've always done that! It was my mistake to leave you practicing that shit! Isn't that more than standing on your toes and flying around? What good would it do to you in life! It won't make anything of you instead of worrying about your future! What university will you go to? None!, if all you can do is dance and not even that well!! ───

You were startled to hear the memory of your mother's voice echoing in your head. That memory did nothing but make you cry. It was the worst moment of your childhood, when you literally had to bury your dreams because your mother had had enough of your crying and ended up burning your pretty ballet shoes along with your tutu and the ribbon you used to tie your hair with. You sigh as you try to calm yourself down, but you can't; the only thing going through your mind are these words. You realize that even as you are crying, squeezing the hand holding the ribbon Adrien gave you, you do not want to look at it. Now that you were trying to calm your silly whining, you were so focused that you didn't even notice a little black butterfly appear with purple tones that now approached you and perched on your ribbon bow

— “Oh, poor girl, you help everyone with their problems, but never with yours. You get recognized by someone who is not you. I am Hawk Moth. How about I help you shine and be recognized for your biggest dream?"

Now that you hear a man's voice, you smile at his suggestion as you sit down on your bed.

"Yes…"

You spoke unconsciously, thinking about how everyone would finally see what you were made of and what you should have been all along, but that your mother despised.

— “Just in return, I want you to bring me Ladybug and Catnoir's Miraculous

“Sure…Hawk Moth.”

— "Go and shine, Cygnus Noir.”

‎ ♡‧₊˚˗ˏˋ 🩰 ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

A young girl in a red suit with black dots was moving quickly from building to building thanks to her yo-yo with which she was swinging. She had been alerted by the sighting of an akumatized person near the Eiffel Tower, On the news they described it as a horrible gigantic monster. While she was swinging, she watched as several citizens were attacked by what seemed to be small porcelain dolls dressed as ballet dancers. I watched as they attacked mainly with the sharp pointed ballet slippers. He wondered where his companion Catnoir could be. For some reason, the faces of the dolls seemed familiar to him, something that worried him.

Meanwhile, a boy in a black suit was carefully sneaking out of the Agreste mansion to support his partner. As he ran across some rooftops he could already see the disaster that was generated by that akumatized person.

He did not hesitate to come down from the heights of the buildings to face some small dolls that attacked the citizens with fury, they were fast with their movements so he barely had time to see them in detail, while he dedicated himself to dodging and counterattacking with his cane at the moment that one of the dolls attacked him directly at her face with her sharp sneakers, while stopping his attack he could see her better when he managed to look at her more carefully. It was at that moment that he was little terrified when he looked at her face, the thing he least wanted to think about was that his beloved was the akumatized one but it was obvious. He did not hesitate much to break the doll into pieces with one blow with his cane and the other little dolls that were still intact only quickly dispersed, escaping from the hero for fear of ending up like his companion.

Cat Noir was trying to take his time from him as he could feel the panic running through his body. He was staring at what were now just broken pieces of the doll, although he was looking to one in specific. The face, broken into just one perfect piece.

— “There you are, Cat Noir! “I was looking for you!”

The hero in red and black landed a few meters near the black cat who was still in shock. The confused girl approached him, but it was then that the blonde reacted and walked away from her, which disconcerted her.

— “My Lady, we have to finish off the Akuma as quickly as possible.”

I speak Cat Noir seriously. Could be heard the annoyance in his voice.

—“Uh— yes I agree, but it something happened to you?, Are you fi-

The raven girl's words were suddenly cut off when she felt something creak under her foot and a noise could be heard as if it were broken porcelain. Under her gaze, she had actually stepped on something. When she removed her foot, she gasped in fear..

'That is what I think..?'

It was when she now knew who the akumatized person was, it was her beautiful angel ꒰Y/N꒱, she felt how not only worry invaded his body but also the rage.

── 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ── Everybody died and the end.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ── AHAHAHA- Sorry, I didn't have so many ideas for a fight between the akumatized reader and Ladybug and Cat Noir (╥﹏╥), but I'll definitely update it when I get an idea. 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ── I didn't really like how I did it to the reader, I would have liked it to be a little more neutral, I don't know if I understand-

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, my English is not very good.

[cantstoptheimagines]

When You Get Akumatized

Summary — Preferences for Kagami Tsurugi, Luka Couffaine, and Zoé Lee from Miraculous Ladybug!

Requested by @tokufan400 — Kagami, Luka, and Zoey with a GN! friend who get’s targeted by an Akuma, only instead of getting possessed, their negative emotions come to life and cause chaos instead.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Little bit of angst; potential for hurt/comfort as well, I suppose.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 338. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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kagami tsurugi

the dark mask overlaying your eyes was a clear indication that you had been akumatized. and everything in paris was changing due to it. your emotions had come to life in the form of villains chasing people throughout the streets while you could only stand by and watch. kagami found you alone. your eyes were blank as you watched the chaos with an empty stare. quietly approaching you, she gently took your hand in hers. a spark of recognition passed through your gaze. the villains slowly disappeared from the streets as the akuma finally left, flying away to avoid capture. the mask around your eyes fell and a smile spread over your lips.

luka couffaine

the dark mask overlaying your eyes was a clear indication that you had been akumatized. and everything in paris was changing due to it. your emotions had come to life in the form of villains chasing people throughout the streets while you could only stand by and watch. you were taken by surprise when someone suddenly wrapped you in a hug from behind. out of the corner of your eye, you could make out a head of brightly dyed hair. luka muttered against you quietly, “come back to me.”

zoé lee

the dark mask overlaying your eyes was a clear indication that you had been akumatized. and everything in paris was changing due to it. your emotions had come to life in the form of villains chasing people throughout the streets while you could only stand by and watch. zoé was beside herself. tears slipped down her cheeks in waves of sorrow. she called out your name desperately, trying to gain your attention from where you stood across the way. hearing her voice, you turned. zoé could see both ladybug and cat noir watching from one of the rooftops above, waiting to see what she would do. “you’re better than this!” she cried, noticing the akuma’s hold on you beginning to fade away at the sight of her. “i know you are!”

[scareqrow412]

MLB Prompts that's been living rent free in my head.

Marinette, overburdened between her guilt and defeat as she lost all but the Ladybug and Cat Miraculous to the newly crowned Monarch. She is faced with a daunting task of securing the Miraculous, and the people's trust in her as many had already begun to write her off as being defeated despite the countless times she had saved them from danger. Yet everywhere she looked, she could only see resentment towards her as the people of Paris were in an uproar.

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It was supposed to be Marinette, who wanted to be the one Adrien was looking for in a partner. But as the prom drew near. Adrien, more out of obligation by his father's demands, set up that Adrien would go to the prom with Lila. The condition, however, was that Adrien could no longer associate himself with Marinette much to his argument with his father. Thus, the wedge between them grew bigger as Marinette found herself at an all-time low. That was until she became the Queen of Mean.

[mintyys-blog]

Hi mintyys . Can you please do holder of the ladybug and black cat miraculous reader . Hero name lady noire , just fanfics of the invincible variants relationship with reader with has both miraculouses . It can be fluff, angst , and anything really . Please and thank you 😊 🙏.

HEADCANON | s/o who is ladynoire

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST

Prisoner Mark x Lady Noire!Reader

• You were sent to interrogate him. He ended up interrogating you—with questions like, “Why do you still fight for people who would lock me away?”

• He’s chained up, but you feel more like you’re the one caught when he stares too long.

• He’s fascinated by your Miraculouses and how they operate. “One for life, one for death… poetic, isn’t it?”

• You used Cataclysm to destroy the collar controlling his powers once, just to prove you could. He hasn’t stopped looking at you like you’re divine punishment since.

• He calls you Redemption, because he thinks you’re the only one who might still believe he’s salvageable.

• You keep your yoyo close and your Lucky Charms closer—because if he escapes, he’s coming for you first, and you’re not sure what he’ll do when he gets there.

• “You keep fixing things, Kitty. Maybe one day you’ll try fixing me.”

Mohawk Mark x Lady Noire!Reader

• He is so cocky and flirty it’s unreal. He calls you “my miraculous mami” unironically.

• He saw your Cataclysm once and tried to outdo it with pure destruction. It… backfired.

• He wears a scratched-up piece of your yoyo string as a bracelet like it’s a trophy.

• You pretend to hate him. He knows you’re lying.

• He once tried to fuse with your Miraculouses. He got shocked so hard he passed out. You laughed for days.

• His ideal date is sky-diving off a Viltrumite warship and making out mid-freefall.

• Your sass bounces off his ego like bullets off armor. He lives for it.

• “You’re chaos in lace, babe. Let’s wreck the universe together and fix it prettier.”

Maskless Mark x Lady Noire!Reader

• He hates how much he wants you. You’re powerful, unpredictable, and magical—everything he can’t control.

• You love making eye contact with him mid-fight and blowing a kiss before you vanish.

• He once asked what would happen if he took your Miraculouses. You smiled and said, “Try it.”

• There’s a quiet war between you—his brutality vs your balance. But in the rare moments of peace, he stares at you like he sees a life he could’ve had.

• Your powers make him feel something again. That pisses him off.

• The last time you kissed, buildings crumbled. He still hears the echo of your laugh in his dreams.

• “You’re not saving me, Lady Noire. But if I fall, I want you to be the one who ends it.”

Shiesty Mark x Lady Noire!Reader

• You don’t trust him—and you’re right not to. He lies like he breathes.

• But damn if he’s not fun. You’ve played pranks together that Cecil still hasn’t recovered from.

• He calls your yoyo “that yo-yo of mass destruction” and keeps asking if he can borrow it “for science.”

• He absolutely stole both your Miraculouses once while you were asleep. You woke up to him wearing them and striking poses in the mirror.

• “I’m Lady Shiesty now. Go back to bed, kitten.”

• You nearly ended him. He loved it.

• Your Cataclysm makes him giddy. Your Lucky Charms make him pout. “Ugh, hope? Gross.”

• The sexual tension is off the charts. So is the mutual sabotage.

• You once trapped him in a magical cage. He picked the lock with a smirk and said, “Kinky.”

Mainstream Mark Grayson x Lady Noire!Reader

• Mark is in awe of how Lady Noire balances creation and destruction. Your powers both fascinate and scare him a little—especially how easily you can fix or end something.

• He loves swinging with you through the city, even if he can’t match your acrobatics. You two are the ultimate power couple.

• After fights, he watches you purify akumatized villains or unlucky creations with your Ladybug power—and is always stunned by how compassionate you are.

• He teases you endlessly about your puns, but secretly loves them.

• You often fix collateral damage from Mark’s battles with your Lucky Charm ability, and he always apologizes with takeout and forehead kisses.

• You once joked about Cataclysm-ing his sandwich when he stole your fries. He never stole food again.

Viltrumite Mark x Lady Noire!Reader

• He’s obsessed with how powerful you are, and he doesn’t like that your powers are so… mystical. He can’t quantify or control them, and it eats at him.

• He tried to test your Cataclysm once. You used it on the ground beneath him and sent him through six floors of concrete. He never tested it again.

• Lowkey possessive. He’s always telling other Viltrumites you’re his miraculous wielder.

• You can see the internal struggle in him—your Lucky Charm shows you how to reach the good left in him, but it’s a painful road.

• He tried to take your Miraculouses off once while you were asleep. You woke up and slapped him with your staff. His pride has never healed.

• Despite the power struggle, he’s genuinely soft when he catches you resting mid-mission. He wraps his cape around you like a blanket and mutters about keeping you safe “no matter what.”

Sinister Mark x Lady Noire!Reader

• He thinks your power is a beautiful contradiction—hope and destruction, creation and chaos.

• He loves the way you laugh before dropping into battle, like it’s all a game.

• You two go on rooftop dates after massacres (you stopping him, of course), and he mocks your hopeful nature while secretly loving it.

• He keeps trying to convince you to “Cataclysm the whole world with him and rebuild it better.”

• You’ve slapped him with your yoyo more times than you can count.

• Still, he never touches your Miraculouses. He respects them. He respects you.

• He’s the type to leave dead roses on your pillow with a cryptic love note—then grin when you scream at him.

• “Come on, kitten. Let’s end the world together. Then you can fix it.”

Full Mask Mark x Lady Noire!Reader

• He’s always watching you from the shadows, fascinated by the balance you hold within.

• He once tried to kidnap you mid-fight with an akumatized villain. You Lucky-Charmed a mirror, deflected his punch, and peaced out.

• After that, he became even more obsessed.

• “You’re the only one who sees both sides… creation and destruction… just like me.”

• He calls you his little miracle, and no one knows if it’s a compliment or a warning.

• He steals your staff sometimes just to make you chase him.

• You keep threatening to Cataclysm his suit off. He dares you every time.

Omni Mark x Lady Noire!Reader

• You terrify him, but he pretends you don’t.

• “Magic isn’t real,” he growls. You drop a Lucky Charm in front of him that perfectly solves the battle he’s in. “…Okay maybe it is.”

• He tries to make you join the Viltrumite cause, claiming you’d be a perfect goddess of order.

• You laugh in his face and say, “I already am divine, thank you.”

• He finds your defiance irritating but admirable.

• Eventually, he stops trying to control you and starts flying beside you.

• Your dynamic becomes reluctant allies in battle—until one day, he saves your life and gets Cataclysmed in return. He calls it fair.

Lensless Mark x Lady Noire!Reader

• Your dynamic? Absolute chaos. Puns, flirting, and explosions.

• “Wanna see what happens when we Cataclysm someone’s underwear?” “Mark, no—wait, actually, yes.”

• He’s always poking your yoyo like it’s a toy. You once tied him to a tree with it.

• Loves your sass. Tries to match it, fails, and just resorts to fake crying.

• You’re the only person who can match his insanity and still win a fight.

• He calls you “Kittybug” because “Lady Noire is too serious and you’re not that serious.”

• He steals kisses in battle, mid-punch.

• Once said, “If we fused, we’d be unstoppable. Or a war crime.”

[angelltheninth]

Dating Chat Noir

Pairing: Adrien "Chat Noir" Agreste x Reader

Tags: fluff, dating, superhero x civilian, flirting, secret identity, cuddles, purring, being protective

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A/N: I finally caught up with everything and god, I love this silly guy so much. He needs a nap and lots of therapy after the end of season 5, please let him get therapy.

There are big differences between his flirty remarks when he's on camera and when he's with you

Always has something clever to say when you try to flirt back with him, he knows you can't help but fall for his charms

Dates mostly happen during the night since he's busy with superhero work and other activities during the day

If he needs to he will ask one of his fellow heroes to cover for him so the two of you can have your date

Loves talking about the supervillains he's defeated with the help of his friends

Speaking of his friends, they're the only ones who he can talk about dating you so he annoys them with it

If it wouldn't put you in danger he would tell the whole world you were dating

Does indeed purr when you scratch behind his ears, under his chin or invite him over to cuddle in general

Sleeps over at your place as often as he can

Hates that he can't take you on a normal date like couples usually do but on the other hand who else can take you on top of the Eiffel Tower at night, overseeing the lights and streets of Paris

Always asks you if you've seen him inaction against the newest Akumatized villain, he wants the praise

Chat Noir uses his belt to pull you over to him so he can kiss you

If he misses a night or two you can be sure that it's because he was busy, not because he's bored with you or anything like that, he could never be

Kisses your hand every time he has to leave you, telling you that he will be back as soon as he can

[frickingnerd]

chat noir's weakness

pairing: adrien agreste / chat noir x gn!reader

summary: ever since chat noir kissed you, he's been avoiding you. when you confront him after an akuma attack, you find out why…

tags: angsty confession (chat noir to reader), implied romantic history/relationship, rejection (despite mutual feelings), angst

“chat noir–!”

your voice echoed through the streets of paris. the hero had just won another battle against an akumatized villain and was on his way home, when you had spotted him.

as you called out his name, chat noir froze. he recognized your voice. how could he ever forget you? but despite that, he hurried away again. or at least he wanted to, but you had grabbed the cat's tail and pulled him back.

“please, stay–” you pleaded, chat noir's back still turned towards you. “i– i don't know why you're avoiding me. ever since that kiss on my balcony, you haven't come back. and now, you're avoiding me…”

chat sighed softly, his saddened expression not visible to you. he didn't want to push you away. nor did he want you to think he was the type of guy who would steal a kiss and dump you afterwards. he truly cared about you! which was exactly why he needed to stay away from you…

“forgive me…” chat mumbled. “but– i don't think we can see each other anymore…”

his words hurt, like someone stabbed you right in the heart. you really had thought that you had a future with chat noir. he truly seemed interested, so why–

“give me a reason… tell me why we can't see each other anymore. i promise i'll leave you alone after that, but i need to know why”

“you're my weakness”

chat noir finally turned around to face you. there was so much emotion in his expression. anger, direct at himself. pity and love, for you. but out of all of it, sadness was the strongest one. he was sad on both your behalves. he was sad he couldn't be with you and sad that you were hurting because of it.

“you're my only weakness. and if hawkmoth were to find out about it, he–” chat noir paused, unable to finish his sentence. “if i'd lose you, i couldn't forgive myself. being around me puts a target on your back. and i won't always be there to protect you. so it's better for both of us if i just stay away from you…”

you couldn't argue with that reasoning. if word got out that chat noir was your boyfriend, all eyes would constantly be on you. and some bullies at school that would pick on you for dating their favorite hero would become your smallest problem, when a psychopath with a miraculous could send one villain after another after you. you didn't want chat noir to have to decide between saving you or keeping up his miraculous. you couldn't put the burden of choosing you and the rest of paris on him…

“i understand…” you took a small step back. “i'll be keeping my distance then…”

chat noir hesitated to leave. it felt final. if he left now, he wasn't sure if he'd see you again. perhaps you didn't want to see him again. perhaps, there would be someone else by your side the next time he saw you.

but he couldn't go back now. he made his choice. both of you made your choice! you'd have to go your separate ways. it would be better that way…

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚠 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎

Chat Noir!Reader

Summary || teenage supers weren’t uncommon to see, but you were a particularly interesting one.

A/N: ideas, ideas, ideas…. AUGH. You get ur ass invertedly adopted by the GDA, in a way. Next part is coming soon! (Reader is a teenager here.)

“Cataclysm!”

Lately there's been more and more sightings of akumas, the blackened butterflies with purple idents. On one's own, they're easy to resist. But not when the victim completely overcome with emotions, which causes a lot of problems.

mainly for one reason only: Akumatizations.

Meaning you've had to spread out your already wide area that was Paris, but as of late—you've been spotted around in Chicago as well, which rose some suspicions amongst the G.D.A, and even the civilians themselves. You were as strange one, capable of mass and pure destruction. Yet upon sighting you, you were as brave, calm and gentle as one could be for a superhero. A teenaged one at that.

Civilians had made assumptions about you, the director of the G.D.A was curious about you at most, but all in all—You didn't seem to pose a major threat, you only took care of the problem, then left as quick as you came.

You sighed as you rubbed the temple of your forehead, arching a brow as you took in the silent win. a silent smile gracing your lips. Another akuma bit the dust, and you saved the victim.

Without your partner, you weren't sure how you could've purified the akuma. Initially you had asked Plagg for help, but as usual, he was his mysterious, riddle-ridden self. That made you groan, so you had to figure out a way, study the scrolls; ask Master Fu for help and so on. It was strange to say the least, but this new extension of your hero life was nice—to an extent.

Despite it, you were a smart cat. you figured out how to purify the akuma on your own, without the ladybug yo-yo that your partner always carried around. though it took some extraneous effort, the result was worth it.

"oh my gosh." the vicim gaps, wincing as he held his head. he was confused, which was normal. stuff like this always happens after the experience, it was as if one's mind goes blank, just letting your innermost thoughts translates to your actions. fortunately you were there to help them snap out of it.

"ça va?" you ask, and the victim snaps his head back up at you in confusion. and you arch a brow, stewing in the confusion. suddenly you facepalmed your head, now immediately understanding why he was confused.

You weren't in Paris anymore, not right now. "Sorry! what I meant to say was," You began, holding out your hand to help the victim up. "Are you alright?"

"uh yeah," he mutters, shaking his head to ward off the adrenaline he was still feeling. "thanks."

You affirm the sentiment with a small nod, winking at him. "of course, it's the job of the great, charming cat noir after all." You still kept a gentle hold on him, making sure he was stable enough otherwise to stand on his own without support. the victim casts a long glance at you, and you understand why. you just wished that you didn't get so many questioning looks about your being here.

Teenage superheroes weren't abnormal, so why the hell did you keep getting weird looks towards you? all it just did is make you wish you were back in Paris, where you did your usual thing with Ladybug; then go home.

"hey uh..."

'oh here we go', you think to yourself. here comes the questions, you didn't want to stick around, seriously. but you always helped the victims, and left your partner to be answering the questions. you were used to that, but she wasn't around. so it was just you, and the victims. luckily there was no stupendous scrawling of reporters and cameras to cover this incident, not here in Chicago. it was just another day--but, were the citizens okay? they must be severely desensitized to the point that it became their normal to be watching such crimes happen.

you were concerned for the people of America.

he grimaces, and you watch as he readjusted himself on his own. your cross your arms, eyes watching him like a genuine black cat. "are you okay? you look kinda young to be doing this." he asks, and that surprises you.

you stand on the balls of your feet, tapping around the stone pavement. "I'm fine," you mutter, holding back the temptation of rolling your eyes. "you should be going back home, akumatizations can take a toll and make you feel sore." you inform, jabbing a thumb vaguely.

he eyes you wearily, but he caves. better to listen to the hero, and you were all the more glad for it.

your cat-like eyes watch him as he walks off, making sure that he was completely out of the danger zone before you finally relaxed. "good grief." you mutter, rubbing the back of your neck before you turned around, holding out your staff and extending it.

out of habit, you wait for a moment.

nobody? good.

you jump away, feeling the breeze crawl through your hair. you sighed contentedly, you held up your ring for a brief moment, watching for how many paw pads you had left.

'putain!' you curse inwardly, hopping on one foot, hand or the other. almost zoning out from your surroundings.

two pads. which meant you needed to get back to your house, and quickly. there is also the less safer possibility of having to find somewhere to hide and recharge Plagg to continue going on forward with the day, of course with the usual kicking the bad guy's ass.

you groan inwardly to yourself as you hop onto a rooftop, your ears perking each and every way as you contemplate your circumstances. on one hand, you've been fending off the akumas sent by your sworn enemy, and on the other: you had to juggle your life as a student, and a model.

frankly you were more surprised that your own forsaken and sworn enemy even manifested the energy to come after you as well, even if you were in a completely different country. you honestly gave up a mental applause for the guy, he certainly had a lot more tenacity then you thought.

and also completely deranged.

You sighed to yourself, hopping off the building rooftop with a meow. Flippantly hopping off one surface and the other as you went straight to your desired destination.

An Açaí food front, their shit was good as hell. There were very few places back in Paris that had such a thing and you wouldn’t miss out on it right now. It was too good to pass up.

This is not how you wanted the rest of your day to go. You just wanted your Açaí food bowl, but no—

"Fear me!"

you could barely make out what the perperator is saying as you take down each of them one by one.

you immediately lament every single choice in your life so far that had gotten you to this point, and quite literally, you make the thought that being six feet under the ground would be way better then what you were doing right now. your body was sore to the living heavens, and you could definitely hear Plagg screaming at you from within the ring right now.

currently, you got yourself wrapped up in a fight with a villain. well, more like a couple of them. they were dressed in scaly costumes and bore an odd white crescent shaped insignia on their chests. one was at the forefront, leading the rest of them into the fight.

you were trying your best to find them off, as you had relatively steady combat experience; and all in due part to your flexibility and agility. but they sure were relentless.

you dug your feet into the asphalt as you ground yourself, then propelled forward with a thrust. taking each and every step with a calculated precision as you knocked out the minions with a quick strike of your extended staff, controlling the length of it with ease. as you do so, you try to recall who these people are.

"you guys are the lizard league right?" you chuckle, crawling forward as you jump around the last few standing minions. and avoiding those who were running away. the leader chokes at your ignidation, his forehead bulging with an evident pulse. "thought the guardians kicked your asses a couple months ago." you grin, flashing a shiny canine as you swipe at the leader.

of course you know about the guardians of the globe, who wouldn't? most famous team of heroes in America, in all of earth actually. you heard about their lacking in effort as of late, but it seemed they truly made a comeback.

"of course we're the lizard league, but we're better then we were back then!" he spat out, throwing a punch at you, but you narrowly dodge it—sidestepping as you crouched, balling your clawed black hand into a fist, and immediately retaliate.

“That so?” You laugh, throat-punching him. He gasps as he steps back, the loss of oxygen making him panic. You throw another one directly to the gut, right in the diaphragm. He keels over to his knees.

“You really gotta pay attention man,” you grin, flashing your signature smile. “Give up yet?”

You stood over the last conscious member of the ragged Lizard League, panting, claws slick with grime and blood, the ringing of your bell drowned out by the chaos that had just died down.

Your staff trembled slightly in your grip as the leader groaned beneath your boot. His tail twitched. His tongue lolled. He wasn’t getting back up.

You crouched, ready to tie him up—or knock him out again if he tried anything stupid—when the sky split open with a sonic boom.

A blue blur shot down and slammed into the ground like a meteor.

You barely had time to react. Your ears twitched. You leapt back just in time to avoid being crushed under the sudden arrival of him.

The Immortal.

He landed like judgment itself—shoulders broad, fists clenched, piercing blue eyes scanning the scene. His presence was enough to make the air itself feel heavier.

“What the hell is going on here?” His voice boomed like thunder as his gaze swept across the destruction. His eyes locked onto you.

You straightened up, claws retracting halfway, though your tail flicked uneasily. “I had it handled,” you said flatly, nodding toward the half-conscious pile of scaly losers around you. “Was just cleaning up the trash.”

His gaze narrowed. His jaw clenched as he took a step closer. You tensed without meaning to.

“Who are you?” he asked, his tone shifting. Still rough, but there was something else behind it now. Not anger. Not suspicion.

Concern.

He stepped closer, looming over you with that towering frame. You were tall for fifteen, but next to him, you barely came up to his chest.

“Wait…” His eyes widened a little. “You’re a kid.”

Your tail curled tighter around your leg as your claws instinctively extended again. “I’m not just a kid,” you snapped. “I’m Cat Noir.”

You didn’t mean to sound defensive. But damn it, how many times were you gonna have to prove yourself?

The Immortal’s face twisted slightly—half confusion, half disbelief. He looked at the damage you’d done to the Lizard League, then back at you. Your mask didn’t hide the sharpness in your cat eyes, the way they gleamed with something more dangerous than teenage rebellion.

He stepped back, hands rising slightly. Not in surrender—but caution. Like he was handling something… fragile.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said. “Not like this. You’re fifteen, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. You’d seen that look before—from police, from teachers, sometimes even from Ladybug when things got too real.

But then his expression shifted again. The steel in his eyes came back. “You’re strong. I’ll give you that.” He looked around. “I’ve seen grown men with ten years of experience lose to these freaks.”

You gave a dry smile, flicking your staff back onto your back. “Yeah, well… maybe they didn’t have claws.”

He almost chuckled. Almost.

Then his gaze sharpened again, and for the briefest moment, he looked haunted—like something behind his eyes was bleeding through the cracks.

“I’ve lost too many kids,” he said quietly.

You didn’t flinch, but your stomach twisted. Something in his voice… heavy. Raw.

“I won’t lose another.”

You opened your mouth to argue—of course you were going to argue—but before you could get a word out, the sky behind him rippled.

A memory flared in your mind.

A red blur.

A splatter of blood.

“Why… why!”

The Immortal’s voice—shattered and betrayed—echoed in your ears before you even realized what it was.

You blinked. The scene shifted for a second in your head. Omni-Man. The Guardians.

You shook it off.

“You’re not going to lose me,” you said, meeting his gaze. “I’m not them. And I’m not backing down.”

He stared at you long and hard. For a second, you thought he might fly off. Or yell. Or try to stop you.

Instead, he just nodded once.

But his voice was still low, still tired. “Just… don’t make me bury another one.”

And with that, he turned, boots lifting off the ground.

You stayed where you were, the wind from his flight kicking up dust around your boots.

You didn’t say anything until he was gone.

Then, to no one in particular, you muttered:

“Guess I made an impression.”

The Lizard League didn’t give you much more trouble after The Immortal flew off.

What was left of them—half-conscious, tangled in their own weapons, bleeding into the cracked concrete—you wrapped up quickly. Your claws slid back into your gloves with a metallic click, and with a flick of your wrist, your baton extended.

A few well-placed taps to their necks, just enough pressure, and they were out cold. You zipped them up with reinforced GDA-standard flex-cuffs, pulled from the belt you’d scavenged off some of their black-market gear last week. Wouldn’t hold forever, but long enough for the clean-up crew you texted on a secure burner line. You didn’t stick around to be thanked.

The skies above the city were darkening, clouds tinged orange with the setting sun as you bounded across rooftops. Your bell jingled softly with each leap, but you barely noticed it anymore. The wind kissed your face, brushing through your tousled hair and cooling the sweat beneath your suit.

You landed with a catlike thud outside your favorite little food bar downtown—Bowl Haus. Neon sign flickering. The girl at the counter knew you by now.

"Same as always?" she called, smirking behind a plexiglass shield.

"Add extra strawberries. I fought a lizard gang today," you said, tapping the counter with a clawed finger.

Five minutes later you were perched on a nearby fire escape, savoring the açaí like it was the first thing you’d tasted in days. Sweet. Cold. Your tongue darted across the spoon with practiced finesse.

Your tail swayed contentedly.

But the feeling never lasted long.

Back at your place—a temporary residence stacked high in the quiet side of the city—you pulled the blackout curtains closed and finally let the transformation drop.

Claws in.

With a shimmer of green light and a soft hum, the magic unraveled. The suit peeled away into smoke, retreating back into the ring on your finger. You let out a breath, half-relief, half-weariness.

And then came the groan.

"Ughhh… finally," drawled a tiny, smug voice. "I thought you'd never stop leaping around like a sugar-addicted squirrel on caffeine."

You rolled your eyes and plucked a piece of Camembert from the small fridge under the kitchen island. "You’re welcome, by the way," you muttered, tossing it toward the floating black cat-thing that had emerged from your ring.

Plagg caught it midair and chomped. “Mmm. Now that’s what heroism tastes like.”

"You know, normal people nap after nearly getting vaporized by a super-lizard’s acid breath," you said, stretching your arms. "But nooo, I fight monsters, eat frozen fruit bowls, and live in a penthouse with a ghost-cat who eats $70 cheese."

Plagg smirked. “Correction: a god of destruction who eats $70 cheese.”

You sank onto the couch, glancing around the empty, too-silent apartment. The place was sleek, modern, and about as cozy as a bank vault. Left to you after your father’s death—a man rich enough to own most of the city, powerful enough to keep it all hidden.

You didn’t like talking about him.

Didn’t like thinking about him.

And so you didn’t. You just exhaled, flicked on the TV with a wave of your hand, and slouched. You hadn’t planned on stopping for the night. Probably wouldn’t. You never really did.

Plagg, full and now curled into the crook of your shoulder, snored softly.

Then came the knock.

Three sharp raps. Confident. Deliberate.

You paused.

No one ever knocked here.

You stood, the air tensing around you as you approached the door. The peephole revealed a gaunt man in a black coat, hair white and shoulder-length, the left side of his face a twisted scar of flesh and synthetic mesh.

You opened the door just enough to speak. “If this is about property taxes, I pay my rent.”

“Cute,” Cecil Stedman said. His voice was gravel and tobacco. “But I’m not here for jokes.”

You leaned against the frame, eyeing him warily. “Then what are you here for? If you’re looking to lecture me about being a kid in tights, you’re the third person today.”

Cecil didn’t blink.

“I don’t care how old you are,” he said. “I care what you can do.”

That gave you pause.

“I saw the Lizard League mess. Your prints were all over it. Not bad work. Brutal, but clean. Efficient. If The Immortal hadn't gotten in the way, I might’ve been able to watch the full show.”

You crossed your arms, ring glinting under the hallway light. “You spying on me?”

“Everyone worth watching gets watched,” Cecil said. “And right now? You’re moving higher up the list.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Get to the point.”

He stepped closer, unbothered by your sharp tone. “I want to talk about the future. Your future. Earth’s, too.”

You hesitated. Not because of the offer. Because of the way he said it.

He wasn’t offering you a spotlight.

He was offering you a war.

And something in your gut told you… the real fight hadn’t even started yet.

You stared at Cecil for a beat longer, his face unreadable under the hallway light. His scar seemed to glow faintly, like a reminder that he’d been through hell and walked out with the devil’s phone number.

You stepped aside. “Come in. But wipe your shoes. This place is rented.”

He smirked slightly—just a twitch of the corner of his mouth—and entered. His boots thudded heavily against the floor. Plagg, who had been snoozing peacefully on the back of the couch, cracked open one glowing green eye.

“Company? Ugh, tell me he didn’t bring government cheese.”

You ignored Plagg and gestured toward the chair across from the couch. “Talk.”

Cecil sat down slowly, fingers laced together as he leaned forward. His gaze was heavy. Like it carried a thousand lives behind it.

“You’re sharp. Fast. A little reckless, but I’ve seen worse from people three times your age,” he began. “You’ve been cleaning up parts of the city even my own agents don’t step foot in anymore.”

You shrugged, arms crossed. “Someone’s gotta do it.”

Cecil nodded. “You’re not wrong. That’s the problem.”

He reached into his coat and tossed a sleek black tablet onto the table. It lit up instantly. The screen showed grainy footage: you—Cat Noir—taking down three Lizard League goons with surgical precision. No hesitation. No backup.

Another swipe, and it was Omni-Man’s first strike on the Guardians. Blood. Ruin.

Then another clip—Invincible struggling to hold back a tentacled alien in Kansas. It almost killed him. It had killed civilians.

Cecil’s voice was low, sharp.

“I’ve seen the world fall apart more than once. And I’ve seen what happens when we rely on people who aren’t ready. You? You’re something different.”

You looked at the footage. Then at him.

“You want me on your roster.”

“I want you ready,” he corrected. “Because it’s not just Lizard freaks and superpowered gangsters anymore. There are bigger things coming. Viltrumites. Interdimensional invasions. AI uprisings. And those are just this month’s problems.”

You exhaled slowly. “So you want to weaponize a fifteen-year-old.”

He didn’t flinch. “I want to give a fifteen-year-old the chance to choose.”

Plagg floated over, hovering behind your shoulder. “He doesn’t like giving chances. He likes giving missions. And body bags.”

You didn’t wave him off this time.

Cecil’s eyes flicked to Plagg, then back to you. “I’m not here to sugarcoat. You’re dangerous. That suit, that power—it’s not built for parades. It’s for war.”

You turned away for a second, eyes flicking to the dark window. The reflection staring back at you wasn’t just a tired teen anymore. It hadn’t been in a long time.

“…What do you want me to do?” you asked.

Cecil stood slowly, his voice low but firm. “Train with us. Not full-time. Not yet. But we bring you in, teach you how to work with a team. How to survive. When the next world-ending threat comes, you won’t be flying solo.”

You were quiet for a moment. Then: “What if I say no?”

Cecil didn’t blink.

“Then I hope I never have to send someone to collect what’s left of you.”

He started for the door, then paused. “Think it over. We’re not in a rush. But the end of the world?”

He looked over his shoulder.

“It is.”

The door shut behind him like a judge’s gavel.

Plagg floated beside you silently. For once, he didn’t joke.

You looked down at the tablet he left behind—glowing in the dark like a warning.

So. The question wasn’t whether you’d fight.

It was who you’d be fighting with.

The next morning came too fast.

You hadn't slept.

Too many questions. Too many possible futures pulling at the edges of your thoughts like claws against glass. But in the end, you tapped the tablet, typed ‘I’m in’.

two minutes later, your apartment was pinged with coordinates and a time.

Now, standing in the middle of a steel-reinforced training facility buried beneath a mountain, you were wondering if you should’ve at least eaten something beforehand.

Cecil stood on a raised control platform above the main training floor, arms folded, flanked by two silent GDA operatives in black armor.

His voice came through a hidden speaker, sharp and impersonal.

“Welcome to Day One. This is where we find out if you’re just fast and lucky, or if you’re the real deal.”

You adjusted your gloves, claws flexing out once—click-click—before retracting.

Across from you on the training mat stood three other figures. You recognized them immediately:

Brit – The old-school tank of a man with super strength and invulnerability. Moved like a freight train.

Bulletproof – Speedster with density shifting. A living missile when he wanted to be.

And Monster Girl – in her teen form, she looked like your age, but you knew better. Sweet voice. Demon fists.

Great. They’re throwing me in with the ‘no mercy’ crew.

A buzzer blared.

“Show us what you’ve got, kid,” Cecil said. “And don’t hold back. They won’t.”

The floor vibrated as Brit charged first.

He came in swinging—a full-arm punch that could crack a van in half. You ducked under the punch with catlike reflexes, your tail flipping up behind you as you vaulted backward and over his head.

"Too slow, grandpa!" you called mid-flip.

He snorted. “Fast mouth. Let’s see if you can back it up.”

Bulletproof came in next—

A blur of black and gold slamming into your side like a sledgehammer. You flew across the mat, hit the wall, and bounced off it—but twisted in the air just enough to land on all fours.

“Okay. Ow,” you muttered, half a grin forming.

You cracked your staff out—

The baton extended with a satisfying SNAP, and you jabbed it into the ground to launch yourself at Monster Girl just as she transformed mid-air into a snarling demon-beast. Her claw met yours—black on green—and the shockwave of the impact knocked the air out of the room.

You twisted mid-swipe, your staff wrapping behind her leg. A yank. A sweep. She hit the mat hard.

For about two seconds.

Then she growled and punched you halfway across the mat into a stack of reinforced sandbags.

“Okay,” you coughed. “Note to self. Don’t piss off the demon toddler.”

The rest of the fight blurred.

Your suit was scuffed, the bell at your throat dented, your claws cracked. But you’d left marks of your own. Bulletproof’s visor was scratched. Brit’s jaw was bruised. Monster Girl was panting.

The buzzer blared again.

“Enough,” Cecil said.

You stood, panting, adrenaline still thrumming through your limbs.

He came down from the platform, boots echoing.

“I’ll be honest,” he said, giving you a look. “I thought you’d fold in under a minute. You lasted ten.”

You wiped a trickle of blood from your lip and grinned through the ache. “Is that a record?”

“No,” Brit muttered. “But it ain’t nothing.”

Monster Girl, back in human form, offered you a half-nod. “You hit harder than you look, Cat Boy.”

“Cat Noir,” you corrected, groaning as you stretched your back.

Cecil stopped in front of you. “You’re raw. Undisciplined. But you’ve got instincts. And you don’t let fear slow you down.”

He handed you a sealed black file folder.

“Consider this your unofficial acceptance. Keep showing up like this, and maybe we’ll make it official.”

You took the folder, heartbeat steady now. Still sore. Still tired. But standing.

“Good,” you said. “Because I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

Cecil gave you one last long look. “Let’s just hope you live long enough for us to be glad you didn’t.”

Then he turned and walked off into the shadows of the facility.

You looked down at the file in your hands.

Your name wasn’t printed on the cover.

Just one word: “Asset.”

You waited until the others had cleared the training floor.

Plagg had already slipped into your hood, grumbling something about bruised ribs and lactose-based compensation. The lights dimmed around you, the mechanical hum of the facility fading into the background.

You sat on a nearby bench, muscles still thrumming, and peeled the seal off the black folder with a slow, deliberate motion. The moment it opened, a faint hiss escaped—some kind of auto-unlock mechanism built into the paper itself. Fancy.

Inside?

Several sheets. No names. No titles. Just cold, clinical language.

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[Subject Codename: CHAT NOIR]

Clearance Level: Tier-2 GDA Operative Candidate

Status: Provisionally active

Assigned Handler: Stedman, C.

Psychological Profile (Redacted)

Subject demonstrates high cognitive adaptability, advanced moral reasoning in contrast with destructive capacity. Recent trauma has amplified vigilante tendencies. Caution advised. Possible destabilization under stress.

Recommendation: Monitor closely. Potential asset. Potential liability.

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[Suit Analysis – “Miraculous Armor”]

Composition: Unknown (non-terrestrial in origin). Appears to bond at a molecular level with the user via ring artifact.

Properties: Reactive defensive layering. Enhanced mobility. Energy dissipation field. Retractable claws possess nano-filament threading—can cut through reinforced titanium at close range.

Weaknesses: Recharge-dependent. Power source linked to non-human symbiotic entity (Code Name: PLAKK).

Notes: Attempts to isolate power source from the user have been... unsuccessful. (See: Incident Report #613.)

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[Entity Profile – “PLAKK”]

Status: Unknown. Symbiotic. Possibly interdimensional. Sentient.

Risk Assessment: Extreme.

Recommendation: Do not engage directly. Containment protocols classified Level Omega.

Observation: Entity displays feline traits. High intelligence. Voracious cheese dependency. Attitude: Insufferable.

You glanced over your shoulder. “They nailed you.”

Plagg peeked out, unbothered. “Can’t argue with science.”

The final page was heavier. Thicker. It wasn’t typed—it was handwritten. Cecil’s penmanship was sharp, decisive.

‘I’ve read the reports. I’ve seen the footage.

You’re dangerous, kid. And if I’m being honest, I like that.

But make no mistake—this isn’t a team, it’s a war machine.

The GDA doesn’t build heroes. We build survivors.

And if you want to make it through what’s coming next? You better be both.’

– Cecil

You closed the folder.

The weight of it stayed in your hands, like it didn’t want to be put down.

You weren’t just playing superhero anymore.

You were on the board.

And every move from here on out? Had consequences.

Plagg floated up beside you, unusually quiet.

“…So,” he said. “Still wanna play with the big dogs?”

You stared ahead, eyes narrowing.

“No,” you said.

“I want to run the damn pack.”

Downtime hit like a silence you weren’t ready for.

After that first training session, Cecil didn’t call. No pings. No late-night encrypted texts. The file stayed locked in your desk drawer, sealed under biometric access, but it felt heavier than any mission briefing. It wasn’t rejection. It was worse.

They were watching to see what you’d do next.

The sun had dipped low, slicing gold across the city’s skyline. You sat on the edge of the rooftop outside your temporary apartment—barefoot, still in your civilian clothes, the wind tugging lightly at your hair.

Plagg was curled beside you, a cheese wheel bigger than his body slowly vanishing one smug bite at a time.

“You know,” he mumbled mid-chew, “you could’ve been a pastry chef. A magician. Even a fashion designer. You’ve got flair. But no. You pick world-saving. With these people.”

You leaned back on your hands, the ring on your finger catching the light. “Not like there’s much left for me to bake for.”

Plagg didn’t say anything to that. He never did when it came to your dad. Or what happened. Or the way you couldn’t stand the echo in your own apartment sometimes.

You looked out at the city below.

People moved like blood through veins. Fast. Purposeful. Living. You weren’t even sure what that meant for you anymore. You weren’t famous. You weren’t part of the Guardians. You were a black cat in a world full of wolves, Viltrumites, and gods.

But you were still here.

That had to count for something.

Your phone buzzed beside you. Just a text from the açaí place. A new flavor drop.

You smiled faintly.

“You ever think maybe the world doesn’t need another superweapon?” you asked.

Plagg yawned. “The world never needs one. It just keeps making them.”

“…What if I don’t want to be one?”

Plagg turned his glowing green eyes toward you. “Then don’t be.”

You looked down.

“Pretty sure it’s already too late.”

You didn’t transform. Not tonight. No patrol. No missions.

Just you, the skyline, and a black cat god chewing through Manchego like it was popcorn.

You stretched out on the roof, one arm behind your head, eyes trailing stars.

“I don’t think Cecil trusts me.”

Plagg chuckled. “Cecil doesn’t even trust himself. But he’s right about one thing.”

“What?”

“You’re dangerous.”

You turned your head to him, raising an eyebrow.

Plagg smiled, fangs barely showing.

“And you haven’t even started yet.”

[fanficriter]

Adrien Agreste from Miraculous Ladybug with a friend who has bad luck and dodges death almost everyday -🐇 (Bunny Anon)

(Take this request when you want to)

My first emoji anon this is so exciting hello

Adrien Agreste with an Unlucky! Reader

Warnings - Being held hostage of the Eiffel Tower, canon level activities

Not the best and probably a bit ooc i havnt watched the show in a while soz!!!

Gender Neutral Reader

- Oh geez

- Just doesn’t know how you do it

- The way he has to swoop in and save you because you’re once again being targeted by an akumatized villain is beyond him

- Not to mention how he’s always keeping an eye on you at school with the amount of times you’ve almost fallen down the stairs ❤️

- Telling him stories about how you almost died so casually at the lunch table

- “Oh yea i almost got hit by a truck yesterday!”

- “WHAT?”

- He worries for you 😭

- Poor guys always texting you asking if you’re alright

- Learned some first aid from Nathalie just incase

- One time he saw you walk under a ladder and freaked out

- “I read that walking under ladders gives you bad luck, you should look where you’re going!”

- Read that black cats bring bad luck

- Lowkey thinks he might be the problem

- Tells plagg to keep his distance 😭

- Every time a villain has a hostage it’s always you

- Alya’s blog is just filled with you being held off of the eiffel tower by some villain in a funky costume

- “Look! They’re holding someone off that building!

- “Oh geez, not again…”

- When there’s a villain around, he’ll always get you to a hiding spot before transforming

This definitely is not my best work so sorry it’s like 2 in the morning i’m tired

[donat-senpai]

Can you please do a platonic Yandere Adrien, Luca with a reader who wants to be in a relationship not with them but like in general, what would they do if they tried to ruin her relationship when she got one and she found out🙏

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien x Reader, Yandere! Luka x Reader

tw: platonic obsession, deception, manipulation

Thanks for waiting! I continue to work on fulfilling requests. BUT I have to inform you that I will no longer accept new requests for ladybug. I don't feel inspired by this fandom anymore.

ADRIEN

-The day you confessed your love was the worst day of Adrien's life.

-Your best friend, your closest person, almost a family member suddenly ceased to be important to you.

-You started canceling appointments with Adrien to go on dates with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Adrien was so disappointed and angry. But not on you. You will never be to blame. This terrible man has entangled you in order to ruin everything.

-The first thing Adrien wanted to do was use Cataclysm on your boyfriend/girlfriend. It would be easier that way. Faster. But he didn't want to scare you.

-Adrien needed to be cunning.

-He stole tests from the principal's office and planted them in your boyfriend/girlfriend's bag.

-Your school is prestigious. Such an act will not be forgiven.

-The news of the expulsion of this parasite (as Adrien mentally called this person) made you cry. Adrien was very sorry, but he had to do it.

-A little later, you found one of the tests in Adrien's bag when you wanted to get his notes. It fell out and went unnoticed. Until this moment.

-He realized what happened when he saw the disbelief on your face and the damn test in your hand.

-You asked him accusingly what that meant. Adrien ran through ideas in his head in a panic. Classmates came to the noise

-And he came up with…

-They (the pest) must have planted it. They were jealous and wanted to frame Adrien.

-His classmates quickly supported him. (He always knew that his good reputation would come in handy someday)

-How can kind, dear Adrien be capable of such meanness?

-Your mistrust hurt Adrien. How could you doubt your best friend? That person is a bad influence on you. Perhaps you shouldn't date them anymore.

-You felt ashamed

-It’s hard to leave, but your friend is there. He will help you write a goodbye message for them. He'll even send it for you.

-Adrien will free you.

-Your friendship will be safe again.

LUKA

-Three days. For a whole three days, Luka waited and hoped that you pranked him.

-Hope disappeared when you introduced Luka to your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Luka still didn't understand how this happened. He was always there.

-Your happy face brought joy to Luka endlessly. He allowed this relationship to exist.

-He was ready to endure and listen to conversations about this person as long as it brought you pleasure.

-But the days passed, and you smiled less and less.

-Of course, your new boyfried/girlfriend became the problem.

-Luka began to unobtrusively push you towards breaking up. Why do you need a relationship in which your partner only upsets you?

-The guy’s patience finally ran out when you came in tears and said that you saw Him/She hugging someone else.

-If Luka were not a restrained person, he would have akumatized to take revenge. But you needed comfort.

-For the next couple of days, Couffaine stubbornly thought about getting rid of the obstacle once and for all.

-Your ex gave him the idea himself.

-They persistently tried to contact you. You didn’t want to communicate with him/her and gave Luka your phone so that he could delete the messages. Luka used this against him/her.

-Luka convinced you to block your ex on all social media. And the letter from the mailbox explaining that he/she hugged his cousin was replaced with another one - with threats. It was not difficult to fake the handwriting following the example.

-Photos taken without your knowledge were thrown into your school locker.

-No one could ignore something like this. Your parents finally went to the police.

-Luka invited you to stay with him while the trial is ongoing. His family didn't mind, and yours decided that a change of scenery wouldn't hurt.

-The guy felt bad that he had to scare you. He mentally promised to compensate you for all the ruined days.

-Everything was going great until you found all these damn pieces of paper. Copies of your ex's fake letter. Dozens of unsuccessful attempts to forge handwriting.

-Why? Why did you open this box? Why did he forget to throw it away?

-Luka was terribly upset. But he knew what he had to do. He has to correct his mistake.

-He pushed you into the closet, snatching the letters from your hands, and locked the doors.

-Luka hastened to get rid of the evidence.

-He'll think of something. Without proof, no one will believe you. He will say that you had a fight with him and after everything that happened, you are simply confused.

-He will tell you over and over again that there were no letters until you both believe it.

-Luka did all this for you. You will understand this. He will always protect your friendship.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

❝🐞 — lady l: hi!! I finally wrote this and it's set in an au where they eventually discover each other's identities to make more sense. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, polyamorous and unhealthy relationships.

❝🐞pairing: yandere!adrinette/ladynoir x gender neutral!reader.

Everything was always very complicated between them. Marinette in love with Adrien and Adrien in love with Ladybug, both unaware of each other's identities and feelings.

Marinette always remained hiding her feelings for Adrien, too embarrassed to say anything and Adrien continued to yearn for Ladybug. This continued for a long time, until your arrival in their lives.

You were a new student and felt out of place after leaving your old school and your friends. You hoped to make friends at this new school, but you were afraid you wouldn't be able to do so. But luckily, or unluckily, you met Marinette first and she introduced you to her friends, who immediately liked you.

Marinette liked you, at first sight, you were so kind and sweet. She almost fell right there and it confused her, but she couldn't help but admire you.

Adrien became interested in you after a few conversations, and you caught his interest and attraction. He had something about you that made him attracted, and curious, an unknown feeling that he wanted to feel more of.

It wasn't difficult to notice their interest in you, Marinette constantly stuttering and blushing when you were around and Adrien, although shy, loved flirting with you and seeing you blush.

It wasn't easy to admit their interest in you, Marinette was still in love with Adrien but she really was in love with you, therefore, she didn't know what to do. Adrien was more resolute and acted in the way he knew how wanting to declare himself because he could no longer keep his feelings to himself.

Adrien was the one who first noticed Marinette's interest in you and he was surprised to notice that he didn't have a problem with it. If it were anyone else, he would have, but not with her. Because Marinette had a habit of stalking you incessantly, it didn't take long for her to realize that Adrien liked you. She was curious and excited, not jealous like she thought she would be.

They talked and decided to act quickly, both confessing to you. You were surprised and flattered and accepted, and finally, a romance happening.

Marinette is very jealous and overprotective, always wanting to know where you are and she will be very worried if she doesn't know. She will go so far as to use her Miraculous to look for you, even knowing the consequences.

Adrien is possessive, getting jealous very easily, and doesn't react well to it. He doesn't like it when you're with someone other than him and Marinette and will use intimidation to make someone stay away from you, whether with money or even his Miraculous.

They have always been very protective of you and at any sign of danger you will be quickly hidden and protected. They already talked about giving you a Miraculous, but Adrien considered it too dangerous. There was always a chance you could get hurt and he wasn't going to allow it.

You are spoiled intensely, clothes made by Marinette and bought by Adrien, jewelry, food, expensive and extravagant gifts to the simplest ones, like roses. You will never lack for anything as long as they are by your side.

They want to see you happy more than anything and will do everything to make that happen. They can't even think about the idea of ​​you being akumatized, the idea alone sends them into a frenzy at the thought of it happening to you. No, they have to be sure that this will never happen.

Marinette is very kind and soft, a mask of her true stalker and extremely jealous side. Adrien is kind and calm, always with a smile on his face and ready to make you smile, but he acts very strangely when you don't do what he asks.

They know they shouldn't use Miraculous for selfish reasons but when it comes to you, they won't care. Marinette doesn't care about ruining herself for you and Adrien has been ruined for a long time.

You are theirs and anyone who tries to get in the way will suffer the consequences. After all, you didn't just belong to Marinette and Adrien, but also to Ladybug and Cat Noir.

[nobodyfamousposts]

Do you think people cling on too much to Adrien's high road advice as a reason to salt on him?

Yes, especially when there are plenty of other reasons to salt him that have previously been ignored. But to that end, it DOES serve as the final straw for people after a SERIES of problems that had previously gone unaddressed.

Much like many aspects of the show, Adrien has displayed problematic behaviors that have been overlooked and waved off in the earlier seasons. This is likely or especially due to the way how in each and every incident, Adrien was narratively shown to be correct. In his stance. In his choices. In his behaviors. He was always right. It doesn't matter if he shouldn't be, because he is.

Now unless you're a hater or anti or salter or whatever negative name people tend to get for not liking a story as it's presented, readers and watchers tend to follow along with the narrative as it presents things and how it presents things. It's a common setup in any story. Protagonist Centered Morality, I feel framed best by Susan in the Discord series:

Susan: ...and then Jack chopped down the beanstalk, adding murder and ecological vandalism to the theft, enticement and trespass charges already mentioned, but he got away with it and lived happily ever after without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done. Which proves that you can be excused anything if you're a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.

Pretty much this. Most people will follow what the narrative says because it's the narrative. If the narrative wants you to focus on Marinette being embarrassed, you're going to focus on how much she's cringe. And if the narrative wants you to view Adrien as a perfect sunshine boy who never does anything wrong, anything he does is going to be framed through that lens and it's difficult to break from that view and call out the times when he is wrong. Not unless he does something particularly severe.

It should be noted that outside of Chameleon, Adrien had, among other things: lied to his partner, caused someone to get akumatized and had his partner take the blame, was messing around during life-threatening and city-threatening situations, did nothing as Chloe tormented people right in front of him, DEFENDED Chloe after she tormented people right in front of him, bailed on an event with friends to set up a date with someone who said she had other plans and then got mad at HER for it, tried to flirt or confess in the middle of an active crisis which took necessary attention away from said crisis, caused himself AND his partner to get hit by akuma powers and needlessly be taken out of commission.

And yet people could mostly overlook these instances. They weren't his fault. Chloe is his friend. Marinette is worse. He's just a kid. He has a tragic backstory. So on and so forth. Easy to overlook. Easy to ignore in favor of the Sunshine Boy setup people were given and want to believe in.

But there were three major instances that really grabbed people's attention and stayed:

His attitude in Frozer. It probably wouldn't have been so bad except this rejection already happened in Glaciator, where he was supposed to have learned a lesson and accepted just being Ladybug's friend and now apparently didn't, despite it happening earlier that very season. Then in response, he decides to date Kagami as a rebound, drags Marinette with him on his date (without realizing how he's asking his friend to be a third wheel on a DATE) and focuses on her when he's supposed to be with Kagami, throws another tantrum in the middle of an akuma fight and refuses to work with his partner when the city is literally frozen, and requires Ladybug to apologize to him for hurting his feelings before he finally working with her. Again. But okay, he's a teenage boy in love. Not used to rejection and got his feelings hurt. Lovesquare is endgame so of course it'll work out anyway, so it's not like this bump in the road is really going to matter long term so we shouldn't hold it against him. Fine. Dumb, but fine. We've forgiven it in other shows and other poorly done teen romances, we can forgive it here.

His behavior in Syren in which he demanded to know secrets from people when the secrets were not theirs to tell him, and went so far as to attempt to blackmail his kwami (which was funny) and threaten to quit and abandon the Ring that the big bad is after while the city is flooded and people were trying to not drown (which was decidedly less humorous). But it was played for wholesome when Plagg reassured him and he got what he wanted by Fu revealed himself even if Adrien did nothing to actually show he earned it, so all's well that ends well, I guess? And people could justify it because "they're partners" and "part of a team" and "she should trust him" and "it's not fair he's the only one left out of the loop" and "he has a right to know" and just general "Fu is an idiot" (which is admittedly hard to argue). So people were disgruntled, but most were willing to overlook it.

His holier than thou lecture to Marinette in Maledictator over everyone being happy Chloe was leaving. When all Marinette was doing at the time was watching everyone else have fun. When Adrien specifically guilted Marinette and not any of the other actual partiers involved who were literally throwing a party over his friend leaving and probably should have warranted a lecture more than the girl just standing there. When the girl in question was also Chloe's main target and out of everyone had valid reasons to be happy that her bully won't be around to bully her anymore. When Adrien himself has historically been present to witness Marinette being targeted including twice he witnessed Chloe attempt to steal from Marinette, once he witnessed her try to blackmail Marinette, and numerous other times when she actively caused harm to Marinette and others. When Adrien then proceeded to sit in a corner and pout rather than do anything else or just leave if the party really bothered him. When Adrien, if he really cared so damn much, could have gone after Chloe himself! Or y'know...have stood up for Chloe earlier when she got upset in the first place. But fine, okay, Chloe is his childhood friend. So maybe he's just being biased and oblivious to the fact that his "friend" is a horrible person. But people can excuse and justify it in that they are friends and friends support each other, and the longer someone is friends with someone else, the harder it is to break from them. And that Marinette was probably just the target of his lecture because she was the one there in the moment (and the only one who would listen without arguing). And her calling Chloe useless was "mean" despite it being quite frankly the least of what she could have said about her in the moment (coughcough theft cough blackmail cough punished the entire school cough TRIED TO CRASH A TRAIN AND NEARLY KILLED HER AND HER PARENTS COUGH-FREAKINGCOUGH). Fine. Childhood friend means Adrien supports her in all her horrible and even deadly actions. Frustrating, but again, able to be explained and you can see where he's coming from.

These are all things that definitely got Adrien some side eye at best and some detractors at worst.

BUT if you really think about it, all of these examples are objectively worse than his lecture to Marinette in Chameleon. Not accepting being told "no" and continuing to chase a girl who isn't that in to him (while leading on another). Putting lives at risk over personal wants that could quite honestly wait until AFTER the crisis is over. Defending someone who is harmful and guilt tripping the victims. Compared to those, telling someone to leave a liar to their lying seems relatively minor.

So why this? Why here? Why is it Chameleon that has people saying enough is enough? Why is it this episode that is causing the sunshine boy to be so tarnished and the subject of salt in fan fiction?

Because this is the time when it couldn't be rationalized. There wasn't even a valid sensible canon-based reason for his stance. The arguments that Adrien "knew confronting her wouldn't work" or that he "handled her like paparazzi" or that he "knew Marinette previously failed when she tried" (even though he wasn't there and didn't know) or that he "didn't think anyone would believe him" don't come from canon. Those were fan arguments made after the fact to justify him after the base was broken and the outcry became too much to ignore.

This case didn't have any of the ties or rationales of the previous incidents. Adrien wasn't defending himself or his place in a partnership. He wasn't fighting for his love or his dream or an outcome he wanted and that we all knew was coming—if anything, he was fighting against her. He wasn't defending a friend like he did with Chloe—I mean, it's pretty evident he doesn't even really know or like Lila at this point, and for all intents and purposes, this is apparently only the second day he actually had any interaction with her. There was no notable reason Adrien really had for why he essentially chose to protect Lila over literally anyone else as she wasn't a friend and it wasn't in his interests to protect her from a consequence that wouldn't hurt her short term as much as it would likely harm everyone else long term.

And yet, he still defended her and her freedom to lie. Over Marinette. Over Ladybug. Over his friends. Over any sense of right and wrong he seems to have no problem throwing around when it comes to Marinette/Ladybug. Which seems like he targets her 9 times out of 10 compared to pretty much anyone else by this point. So it's little wonder then that people who didn't already hate the lovesquare because of the cringe factor from Marinette started to hate it for being incredibly unhealthy given that their relatively limited interactions tend to involve him lecturing her for failing to live up to his double standards that only seem to apply to her in any given situation.

This incident by itself doesn't seem like much, but when looked at as part of the series as a whole, it's when people couldn't keep overlooking this trend. Where he seems to admonish the wrong person. Where he acts like a mouthpiece rather than a person. Talks like he’s wise in a situation he seems to have a childish and one-sided view of. Acts like a brat but is treated as though he has no accountability in the situation he causes. Where he is wrong but no one and certainly not the narrative acknowledges it (not until season five and two seasons too late when it doesn't matter and he's still not the one facing consequences for it).

And it's not like he actually follows the stances he himself promotes. In Chameleon, canon presents him with this idealistic stance that Lila could change if given a chance, except he doesn't give her a chance. He doesn't push her to be a better person. He doesn't support or in any way help her to be the better person he insisted to Marinette she could be. He also doesn't do anything or warn anyone when she keeps lying and actively harms the people he says he cares about. He doesn't do anything one way or the other other than some lackluster encouragement to stop lying and a warning that goes nowhere. It just further gives credit to the argument that Adrien either simply doesn't care about other people, or that he doesn't care for Marinette specifically. Neither is conducive to the lovesquare or the increasingly tarnished view of the "sunshine boy".

And it could have worked. Canonically and intrinsically to his character. His idealism and trust in the wrong person comes back to bite him. He learns and grows from it. Except that, much like with nearly everything he does in canon, Chameleon set it up that Adrien was the writers' mouthpiece and thus was not "wrong". I'll grant that they did have him admit it and apologize to Marinette for it two seasons later, but it is pretty evident that during Chameleon, they intended his lecture to be right, with no foreshadowing and no implication otherwise. And I'm fairly certain they only backtracked and had him do that much because of the amount of fan outrage over the episode.

So yes, I think his lecture in Chameleon was really a final straw since unlike Chloe, Adrien has NO relationship with Lila to justify his defense of her. Especially when the argument is in favor of letting her lie to the people he's supposed to care about. That combined with how jarring it was how most of the class just sided with Lila over the seat issue in the first place, and I think people were less inclined to just ignore the problems in the episode specifically and with the series as a whole as they were compared to the first and second seasons. Not just with Adrien, as we see that Alya also started getting more callout and salt since then as well as more retrospective scrutiny over her behavior in earlier seasons.

But yeah...Chameleon was where things seemed to take a 180, so it's bound to be the deciding episode and deciding incident that sticks out in people's minds with these characters. That's probably why it ends up the go-to for salt and complaints on the characters involved instead of any of the other incidents that would arguably warrant it more.

[camryn-haitani]

c'mon bugaboo

cat noir x reader

'sentibubbler': season 4, episode 10

TW: angst and comfort, cursing, spoilers for that episode.

this is a little scenario I had in my head about him, so I decided to put it here. I don't know if this is really angst but I'm just gonna put it just in case. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, here's my apology<3

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"b-but I wanna help. why can't I help?" cat noir asks.

"well, we really don't need your cataclysm so" rena says as she makes a mirage of ladybug. she runs off, rena following the fake ladybug.

"well.... there's nothing I can do now. I feel useless now ladybugs the guardian of the miracle box." cat sighs.

cat felt useless like he said. since ladybug can temporarily give people miraculous's, there was almost no need for him anymore. cat goes off with no destination in mind. he just jumps around from roof to roof. rena said their plan didn't require cat noir, so he walks around for hours. he sees the miraculous ladybug fix everything and sighs. by the time he's tired of running, he jumps down onto a roof and sits down, not knowing he's waken up someone.

y/n pov

"what the fuck, who or what is on my roof?" I get up from my bed to see what the noise came from.

I see that familiar black cat costume with the matching ears coming from that blond head.

"cat?" I walk up behind him and sit down.

"o-oh I'm sorry. I landed too hard and probably woke you up. I'll leave." he stands up to leave. "no no no, I was already awake. I've just gotta ask, what are you doing here? shouldn't you be with ladybug?" I sit down next to him.

he sighs, debating on whether to tell you or not. "well..." he goes on.

"ladybug hasn't really been needing me the last few missions. she's been asking other people for help. and...." he takes a breath, holding in tears, "it makes me feel like she doesn't need me anymore. like she's tossed me to the curb. like today, nino got akumatized into the sentibubbler by shadow moth. I was all ready to come and help, but rena said they don't need me..." I see a single tear fall from his eyes.

"ladybug has missed a lot of our nightly patrols. I miss it. I miss saving akumatized villains, I miss our patrols around Paris, I miss...." he takes a breath, "I miss her."

I look at him and hold his hand. I see him look at my hand on his.

"I'm kinda in the same situation, cat. but that's for another day. I don't wanna put this on you. do you wanna come in? it's kinda cold out here." I ask.

"sure... it is a bit chilly" he stands up and follows me.

we walk through my back door into my room. my room is quite big with the couch so it won't be too cramped with both of us in here(I know this is a bit much but just work with me please).

"hey cat." I look at him. "what's up?" he tries to say without breaking his voice. I hold out my arms to invite him in a hug. he looks at me with sad eyes, tumbles into my arms and breaks down crying.

he cries for a good while and when he calms down he asks, "am I just not enough?" he whispers. "oh cat, of course you're enough. I can't tell you why she gives other people miraculous's. but I do know that you're a great hero to Paris."

"I am?" he looks up at me. "yes cat, you're the best hero i have ever seen." I reassure him.

"thank you, truly. I'm sorry I was so loud on your roof." he apologizes. "no no it's ok, I'm glad you were because I wouldn't have met you" he smiles at my words. I hear faint beeps as cat looks down at his ring. "shit, I gotta go. it was nice meeting you......?" he pauses, not knowing my name. "it's y/n. is there a name I can call you instead of cat?" he laughs a bit at my question, "call me whatever you come up with, i don't mind." he answers.

"it was nice meeting you, kitty," I take his hand before he leaves, "if you ever feel like this again or need to talk, I'm always free. come by anytime." I smile.

"of course, cutie. I wouldn't want to miss any opportunity to see you again." he kisses the back of my hand.

"I'm see you soon, kitty." I kiss his cheek. he smiled at my kiss and went out the window.

'i hope I see him again. he's pretty cute.' I say to myself. I go back to my bed and drift off into sleep, thinking about a certain cat in mind.

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I will hopefully be doing a part 2 if y'all are interested<3

[mattsfavoritestar]

ADORE YOU, chris sturniolo

synopsis… chris bought you a camera for your birthday since you loved professional photos rather than the ones from your phone. as much as you love when he poses for the camera, you love taking off guarded pictures more as it shows the real him

warnings… nothing too serious just fluff, soft kisses and pecks, loverboy!chris, chris and reader and basically obsessed with each other, matt is lowkey a hater but we love him, reader almost blinds chris

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

chris loves to admire you he truly does think he’s the luckiest guy in the world. what he doesn’t realize is how obsessed his girlfriend is with him as he is with her. he bought you a professional camera for your birthday since your digital one finally hit the curb.

with his entire career being based on social media and youtube, chris is bound to be photogenic and camera ready. he never shys away from the camera when you pull it out. sometimes he’ll even do a stupid pose to get a laugh out of you.

you loved taking pictures of chris but your favorites are when he is caught off guard.

left picture…

you were sitting in the back with nick while matt drove and chris in the passenger seat. the boys finished their weekly youtube video a little early, so they decided on going out for the rest of the day.

you notice chris looking in his camera as he messes with his hair. you couldn’t help but smile just because. highschool you would’ve thrown up at the mere thought of seeing someone have heart eyes with anyone but ever since you met chris you couldn’t help but adore him.

you take your camera out your bag then proceed to set it up. this picture you’re about to take will officially be the fifteenth photo you have of chris. as he was looking down to his phone, you focused the camera on him. you called his name cause chris to turn your direction. another perfect photo.

“really?” he smiles. you shrugged as you admire the fresh photo. you didn’t see matt roll his eyes in the front but you did hear nick snicker from beside you. “no mushy shit in my car” matt stated.

right picture…

“okay but here me out. we should go to paris in costume and pretend that we were akumatized” chris says. it was currently 2 in the morning by the way. 

“chris if we did that people would think that we belong in a mental ward” you laughed as you changed your camera’s settings. “do you think mcdonald’s is open? i’m hungry as shit” chris asks. you shrugged then changed positing so you could lay on your stomach.

chris pulls out his phone to check doordash. between the low lighting and the phone screen illuminating his face, chris looked absolutely beautiful. it was almost too perfect not to capture. you didn’t put the camera up to your eye, just glanced at it not realizing you accidentally turned the flash on.

as the camera flashes, chris shuts his eyes quick out of irritation. he starts rubbing his eyes while you drop the camera and check on him. “fuck baby i’m so sorry i didn’t realize the flash was on” you apologize.

chris starts laughing and smiles at you. you pawned his hands away from his face to examine his eyes. his eyes did look a little red but nothing too serious. you didn’t even notice chris taking in your features so you started to get worried as his eyes dilated more and more. 

“chris are you okay? can you see correctly?” you ask in a panic as you grab the sides of his face. he gives you a goofy smile as his hands find your waist. “i think i’d be crying if i couldn’t see your pretty face” he replies. you cheeks go warm and a smile paints your face. 

“sorry i hurt you, you’re just so pretty to look at” you say rubbing his face. chris’ smile grew more wide then he leaned in to give you a quick peck. “you’re so pretty, i wish i knew how to use that type of camera so i can take thousands of pictures of you” he says. 

you kiss all over his face with smalls pecks and felt his face vibrate on your lips as he giggles. he then lifts you up a bit so he can pull you into a kiss. “i really do love you ” he says on your lips.

[chatnoirsss]

☽｡⋆ debonair pt. 3

🐈‍⬛ chat noir x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ syn: being a superhero was super important to you. So after having a fight with you “co-worker” chat noir, and recent development of feelings for your classmate Adrien, your superhero and normal life shift to an imbalance.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n: this is pt. 3 of my debonair series! Please read 1 and 2 for some context although im sure you can pick this fic up with no background knowledge of the others, sorry it took so long!

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Your mind has been a complete mess all week. First, you get into an argument with Chat which led to many missions including snarky remarks, cold shoulders, and several eye rolls. On top of that, there was a rumor that your superhero persona, Plumera went on a date with Adrien Agreste. Not only did this shock all of Paris, it shocked you too. Ladybug was not in the least amused unlike all the other fans of the ladyblog. She scolded you and told you to be more careful in situations involving civilians. It seemed to be personal for her though since she never freaked when I saved “normal” people. You figured she was probably just another Adrien Agreste fan. But out of all the citizens in Paris you could’ve saved from the Akumatized villain, Adrien just had to be the one. Although people don’t know you exist as Plumera, which luckily means you won’t be swarmed by Adrien’s fan girls, you still felt guilty about your little so-called “date” with Adrien.

One of your best friends Marinette was hopelessly crushing on him, and once she found out the news about your encounter with Adrien she was not happy at all. You could practically feel her anger from across the classroom as she ranted to Alya and begged her to take the post down. You snapped out of your thoughts as your teacher dismissed class. You laid on your desk, feeling defeated about the recent wave of stress as your classmates all started packing up. You were scanning the classroom until your eyes locked on Adrien. You groaned. “Not this again!” You said shoving your head in your hands.

Recently, you’ve developed something of a crush on Adrien. It wasn’t anything serious, you just thought he was cute and a nice guy as well. After all he was literally the most sought after boy in all of Paris. Of course guilt followed these emotions as you thought of Marinette. You looked over at Adrien and saw Marinette and Alya who were approaching Nino and Adrien. Of course you knew you never stood a chance with Adrien so you never cared to pursue him. But deep down, you had to admit you were just a little jealous of Marinette. After all, she’s been crushing on Adrien for months now, you wouldn’t do that to her anyway. Even if you had a chance with Adrien. You sighed and packed your bags, quickly walking past Adrien and leaving the classroom.

Adrien POV:

I thought about the new report on the Ladyblog, the one about me and Plumera. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, not just the report but also that night itself. I felt so free, freer than I’ve felt with, well.. ladybug. I couldn’t believe I was thinking that, after all, ladybug is the one I want, right? But Plumera, something about her just..

Before I finished my thought, my classmate y/n stormed past my friends and I. Something about her caught my attention, and I watched her leave the room. I knew y/n was a good friend of Marinette but i never really got the time to talk to her. I’m always saving people from akumatized villains or forced to be at home anyway.

“Hey Adrien, are you listening?” I heard Nino say. “O-oh yeah, sorry, just kinda in my head,” I said with a nervous laugh, scratching my head. “I swear I love the guy but he can be so blonde sometimes,” Nino said pointing at me and laughing. The attention towards me slowly died down and I looked out the window again, seeing y/n walk out of school.

Your POV:

You walked home as usual, listening to your music and enjoying the sunny day. You thought about literally everything going on in your life right now. At first you thought about Chat. You had missed him although you were upset. He was a really good friend and you guys could joke together even during the hardest of missions. You sighed. “I guess I should talk to Chat, right Roaar?” You asked your Kwami. “Y/n let’s forget about him and go for Adrien! You haven’t been your cheerful self lately and I’m getting bored!!” Your Kwami said.

“But I miss Chat a little, he’s one of my best friends.” You said with a sad face. “I just want you to be happy y/n. If talking to Chat will bring back your happiness, then that’s what I want too!” Said Roaar. You smiled. “I love you so much Roaar!”

You decided you were going to call Chat tonight and settle things. Once you apologized, you would stop feeling sorry for yourself. You quickly finished your homework and chores before transforming and calling Chat. “Hey Chat, you probably won’t get this, but please meet me at our rooftop.” You left the message, unsure if he would get it but nonetheless you hoped.

You leaped out of your window and headed straight for your designated meeting space. You sat by the ledge where you and Chat would enjoy ice cream after missions while ladybug was away retrieving miraculous’ back. You had been waiting for 10 minutes and about to give up before you heard something behind you. Turning around, your eyes met with Chat’s. His eyes were soft and sorrowful. “Plumera…” he called, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Chat… you came,” you said a bit surprised. “You called.” He said. His voice was still and calm. He had a slight smile and a soft gaze in his eyes which immediately melted your heart. “I’m… I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you lately. I was just so upset about what you said that day.” You explained. “No, please don’t be Plumera. I should be the one apologizing. I should’ve never said what I did. I respect you as much as I do ladybug and we’re both really happy you’re on the team,” he said. You stared at him, unsure of what you should say next. “My feelings got the better of me and I let them get in the way of our… friendship.” You explained. The word “friendship” hurt to say. You wanted more than a friendship with Chat but he was so obviously infatuated with ladybug. Silence ensued before you started speaking again.

“I have feelings for you Chat.” You confessed, clenching your fists tight. “For a really long time now. And I let those feelings control how I felt.”

Chat looked at you. He was silent for a while which made your mind spiral. His face had a blank yet shocked expression. You couldn’t believe you had just confessed to Chat. “Plumera, I didn’t-“ Chat said before you cut him off. “No. You don’t have to say anything or return your feelings. I just wanted to explain to you where I was coming from. I know your heart belongs to ladybug so I won’t bother you with my feelings any longer. I hope we can still be friends.” You said, fighting back tears. You gave him a fake yet hopefully reassuring smile.

“Plumera… I- my feelings for you have been complicated lately. For the past few days I’ve been thinking about you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t stand you being upset at me, and most of all I couldn’t stand the fact that it was me that made you upset.” Chat said. You could tell his words were sincere and that he was serious. He had such a warm expression on his face which made you feel better. He was always very genuine with his feelings and so thoughtful of others despite his cocky personality.

You thought about what he said - about how he couldn’t stop thinking about you. For all you knew no one really thought about you. You always saw yourself as an average person aside from your hero identity and even then, ladybug was always in the spotlight. You let the silence fill the space for a moment. “I thought about you Chat. I couldn’t stand being away from you either,” you said. You looked over at Chat who was already looking at you. Your eyes met and the two of you sat there in silence, just staring into each other’s eyes. You both exchanged a soft “I understand” smile.

Chat broke the silence. “Uhh well! I heard about your little date with Adrien Agreste,” Chat blurted. “He’s just some spoiled nepo baby, nothing fun about that but all the girls fawn over him,” Chat said. “Seems like you really have it out for that kid.” You replied. “It wasn’t a ‘date’ but you could say I enjoyed it to a degree. He’s actually not a spoiled brat. He’s genuine and kind,” you said, not realizing you sounded just like a lovesick fan. Chat didn’t say anything. It looked like he was deep in thought.

“Well… we better get going though, it is pretty late,” you interrupted his thoughts. Chat stood up and you followed. He had a sorrowful look on his face, like he almost didn’t want to leave. “You do need your beauty sleep, whiskers,” he said teasingly. “You’re still calling me that?” You asked. “If the name fits,” he chuckled. To be honest, you really loved the nickname Chat gave you, although you pretended to hate it.

“Goodnight kitty,” you replied. As you turned around to leave, you felt a hand tugging on yours. You turned around to face Chat before he pulled you in for a hug which was the last thing you expected but nonetheless you accepted it. You knew it was just Chat being caring and friendly, but you couldn’t help but be a little selfish with this affection. You rested your head in his chest and shut your eyes. Your mind drifting to the night with Adrien before Chat pulled away. “I-i’m sorry Plumera I didn’t mean to-,” you cut Chat off. “It’s okay kitty,” you grinned. “It was… nice.” You winked at him before jumping off the roof.

Chat POV:

After making up with Plumera, it felt as if a weight left my shoulders. I couldn’t shake off a certain feeling though. Plumera still encompassed all my thoughts. I thought after making up with her, things would go back to normal - I would go back to normal. Clearly that wasn’t the case though. Plumera suggested we get home soon, but I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with her longe and just talk with her. I could do that for hours. Before we left, my mind just took over my body. I gave her a hug and it felt amazing. I felt safe and like time had just stopped.

It was a little strange having Plumera save me the other night as Adrien and even weirder talking to her about it like it wasn’t me. I wondered if she had that feeling in her heart like I did, the one where it’s all warm and fuzzy. As Adrien, I could start fresh with Plumera. At least she was never angry with Adrien. After all, it was my superhero persona that upset her. Maybe as Adrien, I could get closer to her and settle this feeling in my mind and heart. That wouldn’t be as weird as Chat Noir pursuing her, right?

Your POV:

“Roaar, stripes off.”

You fell onto your bed, shutting your eyes the moment you felt the softness of your pillow land on your face. You groaned. “That worked out better than I had expected,” you said to Roaar as you turned to lay on your back. “No more hard feelings right? No we can focus on Adrien,” said Roaar. “But… I think I still love Chat,” you replied. Roaar sighed. “But he’s in love with ladybug. You have to respect that,” said Roaar. You sighed, squeezing the pillow in your arms. You slowly drifted off to sleep as your eyelids began feeling heavier and Roaar laid down next to you.

[themonasterygates]

yandere! chat blanc 🌑 general headcanons

chat blanc x gn reader

content warning: yandere content, stalking, posessiveness/obsessiveness, mention of killing + guilt-tripping

word count: 884 words

• before your meeting with one another, he was already so far accquainted with you but of course, you don't know have to know about that.

• you caught his attention with how alive your energy was, it drew him in to you. he's admire you from afar for countless of weeks, memorizing your habit of movements and your day to day schedule.

• when he finally does feel certain to approach you, he comes to you as a friendly, concerned hero and asking you where the akumatized person went. he finds himself purposefully putting you in a dangerous situation just to only save you and have you indebted to him. chat blanc yearns for any sort of validation that'll feed his big ego.

• after that encounter, you notice how chat blanc is always near you. everyday. whether it be if it's a slow day and no one gets akumatized, you'll see him patrolling no matter where you look it. it was like he was everywhere with you but you brushed it off as him doing his job.

• with how many times you've encountered chat blanc already, you find yourself growing closer to him. he always subtly flirted with you that would be unnoticed to the naked eyed but you had always managed to catch it. with time, you grow closer with him and so does your relationship circumstances.

• you quickly learned that he wasn't what he was on the surface level and what you had always perceived him as of. chat blanc has posessive tendencies which can be ruled off as him being simply clingy but he sticks to you like glue. he wants to be apart of everything you experience, be in every moment with you and to never have you leave his sight.

• when you're away, he has horrible seperation anxiety. he knows where you are, he always does. but that doesn't stop his anxiety. it's nothing specific but it all stems from his father's negligence (something that you don't really know much of but still, chat blanc opened up a bit to you).

• he loves to (exclusively) call you his "princess/my prince" with every chance he's given. lots of physical affection, no matter or wherever whenever you're with blanc, his hands would always be on you. snuggling, putting his heard on your shoulder with this arms around your waist. if he isn't touching you, he'll look at you straight in the eye with no doubt.

• he simply loves your hands in his. he absolutely loves to draw circles with his thumb on yours and give occasional squeezed. he'd lift the back of your hand up to his cheek and would close his eyes and pur at the feeling. he'd open his eyes, half-lidded, with such a pure and content expression on his face, your heart just melts at the scene. he'll lick your face all over like a cat grooming itself and then would play it off as a joke but you know he genuinely loves licking you.

• he loves to just bite you. your arm, hand, cheek, neck. he'll sometimes (almost all the time) leave your neck with hickeys (even if that isn't the intention at times), preceding to give you a bite mark along with it and then will be smugly oblivious of your annoyance.

• back to his possessiveness, chat blanc gets easily jealous to the people around you and prefer it if he can just isolate you from everyone else. even if someone is conveniently standing next to you, he'd scare the poor person off with all of his glaring as his mind travels to a much darker part of his brain on what to do.

• he brands you as "his", whether if you're dating him or not, he brands you as a "his" and vice versa. he feels entitled for your affection and is unable to handle rejection in any form. he holds you in such a high pedastal and would quite literally unconditionally love you as he unreasonably expects the same from you.

• he's willing (and wanting) to go through such deep lengths to keep you happy in any way. he'll do anything for you, even if it's something he despires doing, as long as it manages to get a giggle out of you, he'll learn to love it as you love it. chat blanc, with no hesitation, would and will kill for you. it can be a bully of yours years ago or someone simply mocking you, you'll always see them again on the news declared as "missing".

• he loves your humility and does not want to "corrupt" you in any way, so when you are suspicious of him relating to the recentissing people, you don't pry much as chat blanc goes out his way to guilt-trip you on your suspicions. "do you not trust me?"

• chat blanc is controlling and he knows just the right ways to make you vulnerable for him but he's desperate for you all the very same. he may have a cold front to others but you bring out a side of him that he didn't even knew he had. he loves you, and he knows it all too well, even if that sense of love that he discerns for you is twisted.

"my heart only beats for you."

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Bug-a-boy ~ Luka & Adrien x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Featuring: Miraculous holder reader x Adrien and Luka (;¬_¬)

Note: College Au (Luka - 19 / Adrien - 18 / Reader - 18)

Warnings: m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

Your college class is huge

But it's to be expected, you do go to the most popular college in Paris

You share the class with a group of friends that came from Francoise Dupont

Luckily, the group-appointed leader befriended you pretty early into the year

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was the kindest girl you knew

And her friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien and Sabrina weren't too bad either

Actually, you liked them a lot, and you were glad that they wanted to be friends with you

There was also this other guy from the year above, Luka

You didn't talk to him much, but the others were fond of him

But the few times you two did talk, he was nothing but calm and welcoming

All in all, you love your college and your friends

However...

The one setback to coming to Paris for college was the Akuma's

After Hawk-moth's fall, a new owner of the Butterfly miraculous came to power

But to counteract that, Paris has its own team of Miraculous bearers

The only problem was, currently, Paris has no ladybug...

During a massive fight against a very powerful, akumatized villain, Ladybug was hit, and her powers disappeared

Well, not literally, she remained transformed, however the villains power made it as if she were a regular adult wearing a superhero costume...

After sending Chat Noir, Rena Rouge and Viperion off to distract the villain, a now powerless Ladybug was running over to your college

After swapping out her miraculous from the Ladybug to another one, "Ladybug" finds you, hidden inside a locker

"AHHHH! ANOTHER VILLAIN!" You shout, not recognising Ladybug with a new miraculous

"Not quite, [Name]" she chuckles

"It's Ladybug. But my miraculous has been rendered useless..."

"Oh... I'm so sorry, Ladybug, wish I could help you somehow" you sympathise

"There is." Ladybug looks into your eyes with determination

"[Name] [Last Name], here is the miraculous of the Ladybug, it offers the power of creation. I entrust you with this miraculous to fulfil my role while I can't, after that, you're to return these earrings to me - understood?" Ladybug explains with a grin

"Yes, Ladybug! I won't disappoint you"

After putting on the earrings the kwamii appears, explains the whole shtick and you get going

"Tikki, Spots on!" You shout and then you're set

"Once I'm fixed by the miraculous ladybugs, I'll use the horse miraculous to teleport you back to me, okay?"

"Of course Ladybug!"

And you were off, using your yo-yo to swing around the streets of Paris until you reached the action

A now powerless Rena Rouge trying to distract the villain as Chat Noir and Viperion try to figure out a plan while fighting the thing

"What the fuck..." Chat mumbles when you catch his eye, waving at him in a coy manner from a rooftop

Both men watch you, confused as you jump down to them

"Who are you? Where's Ladybug??" Viperion questions frantically

"She decided to pass her miraculous onto me for a little while until we solve this little issue"

"Fine by me as long as you know what you're doing, bug-a-boy" Chat Noir slyly remarks as he leans on his pole

"Bug-a-boy... I like that" You giggle and then get to business

Immediately you call on your lucky charm

"Yep, definitely a real Ladybug holder haha! What you gonna do with that Bugg-a-boy" Chat noir laughs as you hold onto a seemingly useless-looking lucky charm

"I do, actually!" You say with a smile

"Just follow my lead boys, if you can keep up" you chuckle as you use your yo-yo to swing into action

"Damn, that boy has more charisma than you Chat Noir" Viperion chuckles

"He does, doesn't he..."

The two of them follow you quickly

"Rena! I'm gonna need you to get that thing under the arc-de-triumph!" You shout as you whizz past

"I'm on it"

"Viperion, once that villain" is under the Arc, use your second chance immediately please"

"Of course bug-a-boy" Viperion smirks

Chat Noir looks at you smugly

You start to mark X's on the Arc using the bucket of paint your lucky-charm gave you

"I can see where this is going" the black cat chuckles

"Then you know when and where to use your cataclysm, kitty noir" you tease and spring into action when you see Rena Rouge and the villain coming your way

Once the villain is under the Arc, you use shout for Chat noir

He heads to one of the marks but before Chat can call his power, Viperion shouts

"Not that one! Try the one below it"

And so, once Chat Noir cataclysm's the Arc, it crumbles to pieces and buries the villain, one of the pieces crushing his akumatized item

"Bye bye little butterfly" you say with a chuckle, as the 3 other heroes watch you

The 2 men chuckle as a faint blush covers their faces

"Not a bad job for your first time, bug-a-boy"

"Do you really need to flirt with every Ladybug holder, Chat?" Rena jokes

"Yeah! Look at him, he's creeped out by you, he'd much prefer a snake over a cat" Viperion joins in

"What is up with you two"

"Haha, I like this team... Miraculous Bug-a-boy!" You shout as you throw up the lucky-charm

5 seconds later, a portal appears next to you

"Good work, everyone!" A horse miraculous bearing Ladybug pops out

"Ladybug?!" Everyone questions

"Good job picking this one, Ladybug" Viperion chuckles as he puts an arm on your shoulder

"I look forward to seeing you soon again, mi'lord~" Chat Noir teases as he kisses your hand

"That's enough Chat Noir, you'll see him soon enough!" Ladybug chuckles as she brings you through the portal after your goodbyes

After handing back the miraculous, life went back to normal, except that Ladybug started to call on you more often, but with a different miraculous this time

Life at school was normal as always

However, when you were out with the hero gang, you'd noticed Chat Noir and Viperion becoming cosier to you than they were to the others...

Like when Chat Noir started bringing you roses every time you were called on

Or one time, Viperion used his second chance to have "a perfect conversation" with you during patrol with you

You were flattered, but a little worried that the two were taking it too far

It had gotten to the point where the two of them were fighting, passive-aggressive remarks and even disrupting fights against villains with their arguing

That was until Ladybug struck then a deal

"I will tell you his identity if you both stop this bickering, it's becoming a problem. If you don't, I will take your miraculous"

Of course, they both agreed

And that's when your school life changed as well

Because Adrien and Luka started bombarding you during your school day

Adrien already sat next to you in class, but during lunch, Luka was on you like a snake to a rat

You were getting overwhelmed, but then again you loved the attention you were getting from them

After all, you hadn't ever had a boyfriend, so this could be a nice change

Soon, the two of them started noticing that the other liked you

So they decided to combine their efforts

"Which one of us do you like the most!?!?" The two of them shout at you in frustration after weeks of trying to win you over

"I... I don't know! Okay?! I like you both... I don't wanna hurt one of you by rejecting you for the other"

"Then.... date us both?" Luka suggests with a smile

It took some convincing but the two of them managed to convince you

And life has been so much better since