#ladybug: that’s—chat noir. can. can you not normally read billboards?

[anna-scribbles]

i’m sure someone’s made a post abt this before but the idea of adrien potentially needing glasses is so funny to me bc he talks abt how the cat suit gives him super vision but what if it just like. corrects his eyesight to 20/20

[kittinoir]

Phantoms Ch. 15

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Adrien had thought he’d feel angry. He’d thought that all-consuming rage would devour him whole and he’d never find his way out of it. He’d thought he would come apart from the force of it all. 

But sitting there now, his father in a prison jumpsuit on the other side of the plexiglass, all he felt was numb. That rage had been snuffed out, and a desert had been left in its wake, devoid of any signs of life.

He’d lost his father a long time ago. The only thing that had changed was where Gabriel slept.

“How is she, Adrien?” Gabriel demanded. His hand was pressed against the glass, as though he might press through it and shake the answers out of his son. “Tell me she still lives.”

“I didn’t come here to discuss my mother with you,” Adrien said. His voice was so cold it might have frosted the pane between them. 

The truth, however, was yes - Emilie Agreste lived, if you could call breathing with the help of a ventilator in a private suite at Pitié-Salpêtrière living. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak. She didn’t wake. But she lived.

Adrien wasn’t about to tell his father any of it though. Maybe it was petty, maybe he wanted to punish Gabriel just a little bit more, but he didn’t care. His father had no right to any of them. Not anymore. 

“Then what did you come for?” Gabriel asked as he leaned back in his chair. “To finally have your say?”

As if he were worth the breath it would take.

That’s what Adrien keep telling himself, anyway. It’s what Marinette would have said, but it was harder to keep the tirade back than he’d thought it’d be.

“Who was using the peacock Miraculous?”

Gabriel just stared at him - and then laughed.

“That’s why you came here?” he asked, leaning on his side of the table.

“I have no other reason to be here,” Adrien said. 

But Gabriel just chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Adrien hid his frustration. He’d known it was a waste of time. At least, he thought he’d known that. But he was still here, wasn’t he? He didn’t know why he expected honesty. As far as he could tell, Gabriel hadn’t been honest with him a day in his life.

It didn’t matter. He’d said the last thing he needed to to the man who had raised him. He was ready to end this chapter.

“How could you?”

The words were out of Adrien’s mouth before he even really made the decision to say them. They hung in the dead air between them. Then Gabriel’s mouth became a hard line.

“There is nothing on this earth I wouldn’t have done to save her,” Gabriel said. “Nothing.”

Adrien shook his head. “She wouldn’t have wanted this. 

“That’s irrelevant,” Gabriel said. And that told Adrien everything he needed to know.

“Good bye.” Adrien hung up the phone. He saw his father say something else, lean back into the window, but Adrien stood and turned his back on him. 

“Thank you,” he said to the guards as he left. They nodded as he passed, their faces expressionless. If they’d overheard his conversation, they hadn’t cared. No doubt prison officials were already pouring over the recordings, but nothing had been said that would hold any weight. True, there hadn’t been a single akuma attack since Gabriel had been arrested, but circumstantial evidence wouldn’t be enough.

It would be a trial like no other, that was for sure. Would French law even apply where magic was involved? No one had died. No permanent damage had been done, at least to the average Parisian.

It was a headache Adrien wasn’t ready to deal with. At least not yet.

He flipped the hood of his sweater up and slipped on some sunglasses as he was led out the backdoor of the prison. Paparazzi had staked out the building, waiting for either him or Gabriel to be spotted - or one of Paris’s many heroes. At least his father’s fortune was good for covert comings and goings. It helped that he’d ditched the car. True, a sweater and sunglasses were hardly the disguise Chat Noir would be, but it was enough. 

Adrien paused halfway down the block from the prison as he came level with a billboard across the street. He was used to seeing his face everywhere he went, but this….

“The Girl Who Saved Paris”

The headline blared in bold, black lettering. Someone had gotten a hold of Marinette’s school picture and edited it side by side with one of Ladybug’s press shots. It was a great photo. They both were. He hated it.

They still weren’t sure how the leak had happened, though Adrien was sure he knew who was responsible. One last act of misery wrought by his father, one final shot at revenge - if he was to be unmasked, she would be, too. Now the entire world knew who Ladybug was.

“Are you sure I can’t cataclysm him?”

Plagg popped into the shadow of Adrien’s hood and hovered by his cheek.

“If you cataclysm him, then he won’t be held accountable,” Adrien explained for the thousandth time. “And the people of Paris deserve that. We deserve that.”

“At least let me do the billboards then,” Plagg whined, glaring at the one across the street as Adrien began walking again. 

“No use,” Adrien muttered. He’d tried. Three more had sprung up overnight, as if punishing him for even trying. Someone was certainly determined. “Claws out!”

And then he was running, first down the streets, then across the rooftops as he angled for the only place he felt normal anymore. 

The Dupain-Cheng bakery was busier than ever thanks to the billboards. He couldn’t blame the people that hoarded the doors, desperate for a glimpse of the girl who had saved them all. He knew that, but still, some part of him seethed. Hadn’t she given them enough?

He circled the block and approached her roof from the back, pausing to detransform behind a chimney, as if there would be anything less scandalous than the son of Ladybug’s arch enemy slipping into her room.

But no one saw him creep across the roof, and after a moment, Adrien dropped through the skylight onto the end of Marinette’s bed.

Despite being a model, despite years of fencing, there was just no getting around it: he wasn’t as graceful without the Miraculous. The jostle he created with his landing was enough to wake her up.

“Adrien?” she mumbled sleepily, squinting at him in the gloomy darkness of her room. 

“Sorry,” he murmured as he settled against the pillows she’d placed at the end of the bed for him. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“I’d rather be awake than asleep if you’re here,” she said. She pushed herself up, and Adrien almost might have bought a speedy recovery, if he didn’t know her well enough to notice how she braced herself for the charade first. “Is everything ok?”

“He wouldn’t tell me,” he said. “Who had the peacock.”

Marinette sighed, her shoulders drooping. “It was worth a shot.”

She’d been the only one to think so, but Adrien suspected she was also the only one who knew how much he’d needed to face his father one last time. Confirming Gabriel’s accomplice would have only been an added bonus. The question itself truly was irrelevant; Adrien could guess at the answer. Why else would Nathalie have been named his guardian in the event anything happened to his father?

“How are you doing?” Adrien asked.

Marinette shrugged, doing a halfway decent impression of her usual bright smile. “Every day is an improvement.”

But Adrien’s eyes narrowed. “That sounds suspiciously like a half-truth.”

“It’s a whole truth,” she insisted, but a tremor rolled through her body. “It’s not exactly a great day.”

Another understatement.

The truth was, Marinette was incredibly lucky. It was as though her Miraculous had infused her life, blessing her with little charmed moments. That was the only way to explain how she’d survived the cave in at Hawk Moth’s lair. Some doctors would chalk it up to the volume of her dress protecting her from any real damage. Other would call it a fluke. One doctor said if the tables hadn’t been in the room, the piece that fell would have crushed her spine completely.

She’d been bleeding so much when he and Ryuuko had pulled her from the rubble that Adrien had thought for sure she hadn’t made it. It wasn’t until later, when he was patrolling on his own to take the edge off, that he realized he’d never reached for her earrings in that horrible moment. He’d never even thought to use the wish.

Seconds after they’d freed her, Marinette’s chest rose in a shallow breath. She’d coughed, choking on cement dust. An exhausted Plagg had swirled up into Adrien’s face.

“Only Chat Noir is going to get her to a hospital in time,” the kwami said.

“But you’re - ”

“Do it,” Plagg demanded. Adrien hadn’t wasted any more time.

He’d never run so fast in his life. It wasn’t until he’d cataclysmed his way through a billboard that was in his way that he realized the paw pad on his ring wasn’t counting down anymore. He hadn’t known it at the time, but it was the last time Marinette would be afforded anonymity. He’d  thought he’d have to convince the hospital staff to let Chat Noir visit her the next day, had come up with a plethora of lines to persuade them - only to have them part in hushed tones when he arrived, saying <em>of course</em> they’d let him see his partner.

He’d panicked as he’d approached her room. How was he going to tell her? How had it even happened?

But as he’d pushed open the door, Chat Noir had seen Marinette sitting up, alert, her face grim. She didn’t move as he entered the room, and it was then that he noticed she was staring at the tv in her room. It was the only story on any channel.

“Does it ever get easier?” she’d wondered as he’d stopped beside her bed. “Having your personal life on display?”

He’d thought for a moment. “No. But it helps having good people by you.”

And that was that. He’d learned that despite the blood, she’d only really suffered one major injury: a deep gash across her back that ran from her right shoulder to her left hip. The doctors had done everything they could, and spared no expense once they discovered who they were working on, but a scar was inevitable.

“Is there anything I can do?” Adrien asked now. Marinette fidgeted, and for a moment he thought she might say no, but then she blushed a deep scarlet.

“The bandages need to be changed,” she said. “But I don’t want you to have - ”

“I’ll do it,” Adrien said. “It’s the least I can do.”

Marinette dropped her gaze to the comforter, weariness heavy on her shoulders. “For the ‘girl who saved Paris’?”

“For the girl I love.”

Adrien held her gaze as her head shot back up. It was an offer, nothing more. She’d rejected him several times before. He could take it again, if that was what she wanted. If she needed some time. 

But he couldn’t help but feel that, as the world fell apart around them in so many ways, this was the one thing that was finally coming together.

Marinette released a shaky breath. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

Adrien smiled softly. “I’m happy to practice. But first, bandages.”

“I’m going to need some help,” Marinette admitted as she regarded the loft stairs. “We tried staying down stairs, but some of the more ambitious fans managed to sneak up through the bakery. No one’s made it up here yet.”

“Partly due to Jagged’s security team I’d guess,” Adrien said as he carefully maneuvered to the stairs. He’d spotted them doing their best attempt at crows control on the way in. “It was nice of him to loan them out to you.”

“I think he would have done it even if I wasn’t Ladybug,” Marinette said with a small smile. 

“I think you’re right,” Adrien agreed. Jagged Stone might have been eccentric, but he had a heart of gold Adrien rarely saw in other celebrities. “Ready?” Marinette’s smile vanished as she regarded the descent. “I’ll be quick,” he promised.

She inhaled sharply as she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck. She squeezed as he slipped one arm under her knees and gingerly placed his other hand on her back. He could feel the raised scar through her shirt. He took a quick peek, then relaxed a little; she hadn’t bled through the bandages. 

“Where to?” Adrien asked.

“There’s a stool by the sink,” Marinette said. Pain laced her voice. 

“I love you,” he reminded her. 

“Love you, too,” she said.

And then she buried her face his shoulder with a muffled scream as he carried her down from the bed, across the room, and set her on the stool. She was panting when he leaned back. Her arms slipped off his shoulders to her lap as one, two tears escaped.

“I’m fine,” she said as Adrien brushed away her tears with the back of his knuckle. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, but she just caught his hand with her own where he’d cupped her cheek.

“I’m glad it’s you,” she said earnestly.

“I’m glad it’s me, too,” Adrien said with a small smile as he stood. He turned to the sink as she saw to the buttons of her night shirt, waiting til the water ran warm to fill the small bowl someone had left on the rim. He collected fresh bandages, clean towels, and the antiseptic ointment someone had laid out as well.

When he turned back, he saw that Marinette had finished with her shirt and slipped it off. The fabric had pooled on the floor around her stool. He’d known about the wound. He hadn’t even considered the bruising - at least, not until that moment, when he saw it flowering out from beneath the white bandages wrapped around her torso.

“Ready?” Adrien asked as he kneeled beside her. Marinette nodded. This would be almost as bad as the moving. Maybe not quite as painful, but it would go on for much longer. 

“I’m starting,” he said. He made quick work of the knot at the side, then began unwinding.

“I never did ask,” he said. “How did you end up with your Miraculous?”

Marinette shrugged, then hissed at the movement as it tugged at her wound. 

“Ran into Master Fu on the way to school one morning,” she explained. “The first day of school, actually. The day you started. He was having trouble crossing the street. The light was about to change.” She snorted. “An act, obviously. That man’s never been helpless a day in his life. I rushed out to help him. Dropped all the macarons Papa made for the first day of class that day in the process. He still took one when I offered. When I came home at lunch, the Miraculous was on my desk.”

Adrien laughed softly. “That sounds familiar.” He unwound the last of the bandages and dropped them into the trash. Thankfully there was very little bleeding where the bandages had pulled away some of the scabbing. “I’m going to clean this now,” he said. She nodded sharply.

“I almost blew my identity - that first - day,” Marinette said in fits and starts as Adrien gently cleaned away old medicine and a little blood. “When Tikki popped out of the earrings. I called - for my mom and dad.”

“What happened?” Adrien asked as he worked around the wiry black sutures.

“Tikki stopped me,” she said, relaxing as he finally finished cleaning. She reached her hand back for a clean cloth, and he dunked one in the warm water before handing it to her. “I’m lucky they didn’t hear me,” she said as she cleaned her front where the bandages would go back on. 

“Luck does seem to be your specialty,” Adrien agreed. But there was no denying as he looked at Marinette’s back that destruction was his. She’d only been hurt because of the damage he’d done to the room. Now she’d forever wear the scars of his weakness. 

“Does this hurt?” Adrien asked as he applied some of the medication.

Marinette shook her head. “Not badly. It’s actually a little soothing. What about you?”

Adrien frowned. “Am I hurt?” 

“No,” Marinette said with a short laugh. “How did you end up with your Miraculous?”

“Oh.” Pieces of the full picture crowded in on him as he thought back to the day, but he pushed them away. There would be time to make those connections later. “It’s a similar story. I was trying to get to school while evading Nathalie and my body guard. I was halfway up the stairs when I saw Master Fu fall on the side walk. I didn’t think about it, I just went to help him. That afternoon, the Miraculous was on my coffee table.”

“Is that why you were late that day?” Marinette wondered, straightening as Adrien began to wind the clean bandages around her torso. 

“I’m surprised you remember.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Hard to forget. It was all Chloe would talk about.”

“That sounds about right,” Adrien said with a half smile. He finished wrapping the bandages and tied them off. “By the time I turned back around, Nathalie and my bodyguard were blocking the stairs. They took me back home. It wasn’t until that afternoon that my father reconsidered my attendance.” At the time he’d thought he’d caught his father in a rare good mood. Now he couldn’t help but wonder if Gabriel had simply wanted him out of the way while he worked. “Where can I get a clean shirt?”

“Bottom drawer on the left,” Marinette said, pointing towards her dresser. “Do you remember that thing with the gum?”

Now Adrien did laugh. It felt wrong coming out, like he’d forgotten a little bit how it was supposed to work. “I can’t believe we almost didn’t like each other.”

“Me either,” Marinette admitted. “Could you imagine? Friends as heroes, enemies as ourselves?”

“Au contraire,” Adrien said as he pulled out a clean blue night shirt from Marinette’s dresser. “I think you would have fallen for ‘Chat Noir’ a long time ago if ‘Adrien’ hadn’t managed to win you over.”

To his delight, Marinette blushed a deep pink. “You may be right,” she said, but she didn’t look away. “Such a shame we’ll never know.”

“I think I can live with that,” Adrien said, grinning. He shook out the top and helped Marinette guide her arms through the soft cotton. “Back to bed?”

But Marinette shook her head. “I finally feel a little better. I don’t want to ruin that. Would you help me to the chaise?”

“Of course,” Adrien said. He came around to stand in front of her and took both her hands, helping her to her feet. It was slow going, but he got the sense that she liked being on her feet and more or less self-sufficient, so he was happy to take his time.

But when they got to the chaise, Marinette hesitated.

“Would you stay?”

“As long as you want, Marinette,” he promised. He sat down first and let her get comfortable on her own before guiding them both back. “Is this ok?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, her head on his chest. “This is…I must have imagined this a million times.”

“Yeah?” Adrien asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “How does it measure up?”

“The real thing is so much better.” She pressed closer, then giggled. “It’s purr-fect.”

Adrien groaned as she laughed, but he was smiling, too. “And you say my puns are bad.”

“They are bad,” she said, “But I love them anyway.”

“You’re too kind, m’lady,” Adrien said. “Now you need to rest. I have it on good authority healing takes a lot of sleep.”

“Mmm,” she mumbled, but then Adrien was running his fingers through her hair, and she was gone in seconds. He craned his neck to see her face, and after a few minutes, even the pain that lined her face faded. 

“That’s the most peaceful she’s been since she came home,” Tikki said, drifting down from the loft.

“Has it been bad?” Adrien murmured.

“She’s been worried about you,” Tikki said. “It keeps her awake.”

Adrien shook his head. “Typical Marinette. Worrying about everyone else when she should be worried about herself.”

“She loves you,” Tikki said. “She can’t help it.”

“Yeah, I know,” Adrien said. “I know. I love her, too.”

Which was why, after another twenty minutes, Adrien slowly slipped out from under Marinette and laid her as gently as he could back on the chaise. The corner of her mouth turned down, but he brushed it away with a kiss. 

“Leaving so soon?” Plagg asked.

“Something like that,” Adrien said, his mouth set in a grim line. “Plagg, claws out.”

Despite the bright light, Marinette didn’t even stir. 

“Adrien?” Tikki said as she drifted closer. He had time to wonder how something so small could look so suspicious. “What are you doing?”

“Giving her what she needs,” Chat Noir said with a glance at Marinette. “Some peace.”

“She already does,” Tikki said, following him to the hatch in the floor. 

“I won’t sacrifice her to win,” he said simply. He dimly recalled her saying the same thing to him - or at least, a version of him. Hawk Moth had whipped him up into such a frenzy that he’d barely heard the words, had barely considered them, but even as he’d reached for her earrings, a part of him had recoiled. He’d wanted to give up the anger then. It hadn’t been enough. 

But he could make it count now.

He straightened as he descended the stairs. Tikki chased him down to the main level where she finally hung back, falling silent. He could see the crowds of people through the window panes of the back door. Good. It was good. 

He didn’t balk as he pushed open the doors. Didn’t shrink or hide his face as every head in the room swivelled towards him. For a moment, there was silence. Then the chaos began.

He didn’t linger. He pushed back Tom and Sabine. He couldn’t read their faces. Wasn’t sure he wanted to. There would be nothing but outrage and disgust there in a few moments. 

For once, his heart was steady as he pushed through the doors and into the street outside the bakery, the crowd from inside close on his heels. It didn’t trip or stutter or race at the scrutiny. For the first time, he was completely sure.

“Chat Noir!” Nadja Chamuck had pushed to the front and now shoved a microphone under his nose. “Were you just visiting Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl Paris now knows has been saving them for the better part of two years? Sources say she was grievously wounded in the final battle with Hawk Moth - is that true? Will she recover?”

Beneath the mask of news anchor, he could see Nadja was genuinely worried. He remembered that Marinette wasn’t just some random high school girl; she was Nadja’s baby-sitter. 

He would have to reassure her another time.

“Parisians,” he began. His voice was strong, steady. It didn’t betray any emotions - possibly because for once he felt at peace. “Hawk Moth ensured Ladybug’s identity was revealed before he was captured. It was his final act of revenge. But as Ladybug’s partner, I can not, and will not let her weather this storm alone.You know me as Chat Noir, Ladybug’s parter, the boy that’s been saving you for the past two years. Now you will know me as I am. Plagg, claws in.”

Adrien counted down his last moments of peace as his transformation dissolved, finally revealing his true face to the city he and Marinette loved so much. 

’Does it ever get easier? Having your personal life on display?’

That’s what she’d asked him. He’d told her most of the truth. But the other part, the part he’d known she’d eventually discover on her own, was that you could get used to anything if you experienced it often enough. 

And he’d had years of practice. 

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A Game of Snake and Mouse – Ch. 3

A little bit of angst makes the fluff sweeter, right?

Or: Viperion’s first akuma battle alongside his new girlfriend affects him more than he thought it would.

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"Second Chance!" Viperion called, resetting his timer for the third time. 

Desperately, he lunged towards Ladybug, tackling her to the ground just as an akuma blast exploded right where she'd been standing. He hopped to his feet instantly and tugged her with him, taking a step back and clutching her close to his chest as the side of the building crumbled away. 

"Third reset," he muttered in her ear, keeping a sharp eye turned on the akuma. "The explosions are problematic. We need to get close without attracting her notice somehow." 

"Chat Noir!" Ladybug called. 

Chat Noir turned to look at her right as an explosion went off next to him, sending him sprawling to the ground headfirst with a hard crack. He struggled to lift himself up, then fell back down, unconscious. 

Viperion cursed and reset again. 

Tackle. Duck. Stand up quick. He shushed Ladybug by putting a finger to her lips. "Fourth reset. Don't call out." 

She nodded and he tapped on her Multimouse pendant wordlessly. She'd taken to wearing both, just in case, despite his protests. Although it did come in rather handy right about now.  They needed Multimouse's ability to sneak up on this one. 

She nodded once more, short and curt, and combined her Miraculous before she looped an arm around his waist and slung her yoyo out as far as she could towards the rampaging akuma. They landed behind a billboard and Viperion detransformed, throwing Sass an egg and keeping an eye out at the same time. Without his suit, adrenaline and concern for his teammates pumped through him in equal measures, spiking his heart rate, making every minute feel like an endless second. 

Chat Noir was doing an excellent job of keeping the akuma’s blasts away from them, and Viperion was back in action within a few minutes. He set his timer and Multibug called on her Multitude power, shrinking as her clones separated. 

Viperion watched from his hiding place as Multibug snuck up from behind the akuma in all different directions. Another explosion went off and his eyes flicked to Chat Noir for the briefest moment, checking to make sure he hadn’t been hit. As per usual, Chat was being reckless, but in that calculated way of his, throwing himself just close enough before dancing away, playing cat and mouse with the akuma. 

Which is when things went sideways. Frustrated with Chat’s taunting, the akuma screamed and blew out a blast in all directions, scorching the rooftop they were on and blowing seven little Multibugs off their feet. Viperion’s ears were ringing as he watched Chat try to put his arms up in defense, losing his balance on his baton again as the aftershock of the explosion hit him. 

He fumbled at the snake’s head of his bracelet, his eyes stinging from the heat and the sudden onslaught of tears. None of the Multibugs were moving. He didn’t look any longer than he had to. 

“Second Chance!” he finally managed to choke out. 

Multibug had her jump rope in her hand, ready to call on Multitude and he stopped her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her close with his back turned to the billboard. 

“Wait,” he murmured, his voice thick with the emotion of having her back, having her safe, having her in his arms again. Losing Ladybug was par for the course at this point, not that he liked it, but it was his job to stay composed, and she counted on him to stay composed. 

To lose Marinette like that. He wasn’t prepared for it. Never wanted to be prepared for it. 

“Viperion…” she started, but he hushed her by squeezing her to him and pressing his lips to hers, hard. 

The akuma screamed. The resulting explosion rocked the billboard behind him, throwing him a step forward into her, and Marinette’s eyes widened as she clutched him tighter. 

“Chat’s down,” he said in her ear. “Go now.” 

She rushed to call on her power and Viperion stepped into the distraction role, pulling the akuma’s attention away as Marinette crept up behind her, too small to be noticed until the charm bracelet was thrown over to Viperion and he crushed it beneath his boot. 

All the tiny Marinettes combined again and Multibug called her Lucky Charm that they hadn’t used—a stuffed tiger, what would they have done with that?—before tossing it in the air. The magic Ladybugs washed over everything, setting it all right and fixing the damage from the explosions before Multibug captured and purified the akuma. 

As soon as it was over, she turned to him, smiling, offering him a fist bump, but he took her hand instead and tugged her to him again, capturing her lips in a kiss that said everything he couldn’t. He watched her eyes flutter closed, and she went up on her toes to return it, tangling her fingers in his hair. He barely registered that she tasted like vanilla mixed with the remnants of magic that clung to her, something like the air after a lightning strike, and he breathed her in, every second more cherished than the last. 

An obvious throat clear broke them apart, and when Viperion managed to tear his eyes away from Multibug, Chat Noir was helping the akuma victim to her feet with a teasing grin stretched across his face that didn’t meet his eyes. Before Viperion could say anything, Chat Noir waved him off with the excuse of helping the victim home before his timer ran out, even though he hadn’t used his Cataclysm and so didn’t have a time limit. 

“That’ll be an interesting conversation later,” Multibug mused before she turned back to him. “Cat’s outta the bag, I guess?” 

He groaned. “You’ve been hanging out with him too much—his puns are rubbing off on you.” 

“Sorry.” She giggled, then sighed. “I guess it was about time to tell him, though, don’t you think?” 

“I wasn’t really a fan of keeping the secret identity rule, anyways.” 

He traced her bottom lip where his fangs had nicked her in his rush to have her close to him. A tiny purple blister had formed where he hadn’t quite broken skin but definitely hadn’t remembered to be careful. Her fingers traced a nervous pattern at the base of his neck. 

“Was it bad?” she asked hesitantly. “You seem a little shaken up.” 

He shook his head, his eyes locked on that tiny mark on her lip, fighting for his words to come out normally past his dry throat. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

She caught the strain in his tone and her eyelashes fluttered as she looked down at their feet. “You can tell me, you know. I know it’s all okay in the end, but it must be hard to see—” 

“I know,” he cut her off quickly. Seeing it was one thing. Hearing Marinette talk about it was another. “I know,” he said again, softer this time before he rubbed her back and dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “I just can’t. It’s…” He sighed. “It’s different, that’s all.” 

She nodded as if she understood before her earrings started beeping and she brought her eyes back up to meet his. 

“I have to go.” 

“Be right behind you,” he answered her, reluctantly letting her step out of his embrace so she could sling her yoyo away towards the bakery. She glanced back once before she tugged on the string and she was gone. 

Viperion sat on the roof and laid his head back against the wall, taking deep breaths as his timer ran down. Normally he’d circle back to the Liberty to solidify his alibi, but he was still rattled and he wouldn't be able to hide it from Juleka. 

When Sass appeared, he gave Luka a long look before settling quietly on his shoulder and starting in on his egg. 

A horrible thought twisted Luka's stomach and he grimaced as bile rose in his throat and mixed with the words of his question. "Sass? When I reset… those timelines, they disappear, right? They're not… still out there somewhere? Happening even though I tried to stop it?" 

"It isss unwissse to ponder such thingsss," Sass answered, which wasn't terribly comforting. Luka frowned. 

Objectively, he knew Sass was right; he shouldn't think about the things that theoretically hadn't happened. It was over, the day had been saved, his job was done. But he couldn't shake the feeling that somewhere out there was a Viperion dealing with the aftermath of all the things he hadn't been able to stop. Every time he'd failed and lost Chat Noir or Ladybug. Lost Marinette. His stomach took another awful twist and he turned his head to retch off to the side. 

When the dry heaving subsided, he laid his head on his hand, closed his eyes, and focused on breathing. On being in the present. The cold, hard concrete underneath him. The breeze lifting the hair from his neck and wicking his sweat away. Even his still rolling stomach and his trembling hands. He was here, in this moment. He was okay. 

And so was Marinette. Back in her room by now, humming happily at her sewing machine, or helping her parents in the bakery, or maybe, if he was lucky, she was lounging on her balcony, waiting for him. 

He opened an eye when Sass laid a tiny flipper on his wrist by his bracelet. He'd finished eating and seemed to know where Luka's thoughts had fled. Luka nodded to him and pushed himself up to stand on wobbly knees before he transformed again and started his brisk run towards the bakery.

[tsuki-chibi]

Blueberry Peach (Adrien AUGreste) Part 12: 25,913

Or read it on AO3: Blueberry Peach

Also find the other parts of the series AO3: Fruitful verse

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The feel of the Ladybug miraculous was nothing like the Bee miraculous. The Bee miraculous was warm and inviting, like walking through a meadow filled with beautiful flowers and sunshine. The Ladybug miraculous was - wrong. Like slipping on a coat that was a little too big, or putting on underwear that was still damp from being washed. For a moment, after it was over, she kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Come on, Lady Bee. You can't stand there forever," Plagg said.

"Lady Bee?" she asked, even as she opened first one eye and then the other.

Plagg shrugged at her. "Got a better name?"

No. She really didn't. She looked down at herself and fought back a grimace at the sight of red with black spots. Her suit wasn't exactly the same as Ladybug's, but nor was it the same as Coccinelle's. That was probably a good thing. She didn't want to be mistaken for either one of them.

"You ready for this?" Plagg asked, drawing her attention back to him. He looked very serious. "You've only got one shot at this. If that akuma gets you and gets the Ladybug miraculous in the process, we're screwed."

A chasm of fear opened up in her belly, but she refused to show it. Lady Bee squared her shoulders. "It's fine. I can do this," she said with as much bravado as she could conjure. "You just - you get Adrien to snap out of it. I'm going to need Chat Noir's help."

She glanced at Adrien as she spoke, taking in the glassiness of his green eyes and the unnatural pallor of his skin, and knew that he wasn't going to be much help. Though she vehemently disagreed with the guardian's way of doing things, she could kind of see where the guardian was coming from. Losing Marinette had totally wrecked Adrien. He could barely function. How the hell was he going to pull it together long enough to help fight an akuma?

"Right," Plagg said after a doubtful pause. "I'll... I'll do that."

"God, we're so fucked," Lady Bee muttered, reaching for the yoyo at her hip. It felt strange and unnatural in her hand, but she had studied Ladybug long enough to know how to use it. Long enough to know how to be better than Coccinelle, at any rate.

She threw the yoyo over head and felt the moment it latched around something sturdy; that, at least, was the same as her stinger. The yoyo yanked her off her feet and up onto the rooftop next door. Lady Bee landed a little hard and went down on one knee. She knelt there for a moment, trying to catch her breath. It didn't work. How did Marinette do this all the time, knowing that the weight of everything was resting on her shoulders? It was so much pressure!

A loud, shrill laugh made Lady Bee flinch.

Oh yeah, she recognized that laugh.

Being akumatized hadn't changed one thing about Audrey Bourgeois.

Quickly, she got to her feet and walked over to the edge of the building, hiding herself behind a billboard that was advertising '25,913 vitamins mineral water'. Lady Bee rolled her eyes at it and glanced down. The akuma was standing in the middle of the set, surveying the dozens of gold statues with what could only be described as pride.

"That's much better. And I should know since I am the Style Queen!" the akuma said triumphantly.

Lady Bee took a deep breath and crossed her fingers.

Then she summoned up as much contempt as she was capable of and called out, "Actually, I hear that gold is out this year. Wouldn't that make you unfashionable?"

Style Queen's head shot up. "Ladybug!"

"Not quite," Lady Bee muttered, stepping out from behind the billboard.

A purple butterfly mask flashed over Style Queen's face, and the akuma cocked its head. Then it said, "You're not Ladybug."

"Obviously," Lady Bee drawled, cocking her hip and propping her hand on it. She flipped her ponytail off her shoulder with her other hand and scoffed. "You would think that someone who claims to be the queen of style would be able to recognize that right away, instead of needing Hawkmoth to tell them."

Style Queen puffed up. "How dare you insinuate that I am not the queen of fashion!" She aimed her staff and fired off a blast of gold.

Lady Bee jumped off the building with an alarmed squeak. She threw her yoyo out and, as it caught and slowed her fall, glanced over her shoulder just in time to see the blast strike the billboard. It immediately turned to gold.

So Style Queen's power wasn't limited to humans. Interesting. She didn't know how that information would be relevant, but hopefully it would be helpful somehow.

"You can't get away from me! I won't stop until all of Paris knows that I am much more fashionable than Gabriel Agreste!" Style Queen called angrily.

Gabriel Agreste? Lady Bee shook her head as she landed on the ground, retracting the yoyo with a gentle tug of her wrist. She should have known. Only someone like that would have been able to piss Audrey Bourgeois off this much.

She quickly hid herself behind a couple of statues and took another look at Style Queen. Honestly, the head-to-toe gold was hard on the eyes in the bright sunlight. But Lady Bee made herself look, trying to figure out what the akumatized object might be.

Honestly, she hadn't been entirely truthful with Adrien.

When that akuma had shown up, she'd thought -

For a brief moment, she'd thought -

But, well, of course Hawkmoth wouldn't have been aiming for Chloé Bourgeois. Not when Audrey was there. Audrey, with her big emotions and even bigger reactions. She was a prime candidate for akumatization.

Unfortunately, Chloé hadn't realized that. She had been more focused on getting out of the way of that damn butterfly than she had on watching her mother. By the time she'd realized what was happening, Audrey had already been akumatized and the akuma was gleefully turning people into gold statues left and right.

And then, she hadn't lied about being pushed into the photography equipment. It had taken her a little while to extricate herself. By that point, Marinette had already been turned into a statue too. For a few seconds, she'd thought she might find a gold statue of Adrien too and had nearly worked herself into a panic attack before finding him and his bodyguard.

"Come out, come out, little girl," Style Queen called out tauntingly. "You can't hide forever. I'll get you." She twirled her staff slowly and turned. The sun glinted off the rose on her hat and Lady Bee's eyes focused in on it.

The rose.

Of course. Even though florals were like three season's ago, Audrey had never gotten rid of her signature rose. There was always one on her outfit somewhere.

All Lady Bee had to do was get her hands on that rose, break it, catch the akuma, and then use the cure to turn everything back to normal.

Piece of cake.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, you are going to owe me so much for this," she said under her breath, and stepped out from behind the statue.

[squidpro-quo]

Mist

AN: Went with the magical portion of this prompt! Also, I imagine running through mist would be magical in itself. Credit to @vfordii​ and the beautiful Miraculous Ladybug au they did, I love it too much

Zen’s pretty sure this isn’t how normal school worked. There wasn’t a single television show that covered anything even close to this, and there was one airing with a classmate moonlighting as a hidden alien. This was honestly as complicated as he could take his life getting, any more than this and he would consider returning to his room to never leave as his only option. How could he end up falling for both of Paris’ heroes, in one night? From just an interest to a rather concerted interest, of a different connotation. 

He hadn’t meant to get saved by them, it was just a routine run around the city out for some fresh air and the paparazzi had mobbed him right when he was farthest from home. Backing into the fence as he raised his hands to avoid the bright flashes in the twilight, he almost lost his composure when he was grabbed under the arms and hoisted into the air far higher than he would have thought possible. The next second he’d been on a rooftop a few blocks away, facing Ladybug and Chat Noir while he fought to keep his potential heart-attack under control. 

High profile dinners were the only thing that saved him from making a complete fool of himself. If he could keep a straight face while the host’s dog bit through his shoes and tried to drag him under the table, then he could very well not fall to pieces in front of the most famous people in Paris. 

“Lovely night, no?” he said, trying for nonchalance. “Thank you for your help back there.”

“Is it always like that?” Ladybug asked, catching her yoyo as she straightened up from her crouch. 

“Usually I manage to switch up my routes enough that they can’t catch me, but this time I guess I got distracted.” He wasn’t going to admit that the source of that distraction had been the two standing in front of him, more namely their latest exploits and pictures thereof. Ladybug and the radiant hope she emanated, red hair floating about her face in the wind; and Chat Noir, amber eyes glowing in the dark, reflecting the shadow that he was, containing the destruction within. He’d read all the theories, compiled the facts himself to see what picture they put together and where the dots led in the search for who they were and where they’d come from. 

“Miss, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” 

“Hardly ever, but I’m listening.” Ladybug smiled, her mask crinkling from the gesture and Zen had to hope his blush wouldn’t be visible on the dark rooftop. 

“We run a patrol route most nights, what’s one more to come along?” 

Zen was almost certain his ears had been lost during the rescue and what he was now hearing was simply a delusion brought on by his brain not having the capacity to both deal with the pain and the currently magical situation happening before him. That was the only explanation. 

“I don’t see why not,” Ladybug turned to him, “You said you switch routes every night, we can simply start at your house and move on from there.” 

“Wh— Ho— You know where I live?” 

“You are Zen Wistalia, right? Am I mistaking you for some other billboard model plastered over half of Paris?”

“Ah.” Zen had to give her that, he shouldn’t have assumed it was any kind of clue to who they were that she knew where the head of Wistalia Fashions lived with his little brother. 

“And I’ve read your articles online, for the blog? Some of the things you’ve uncovered even we didn’t know,” Chat Noir chimed in, his smile dark as an oil slick but Zen didn’t feel anything except a flutter in his chest at the sight. Hours of videos and analysis of all the fights could never have prepared him for this, to hear that the heroes who had pulled him from his monotone life knew of his—could he call it work?—efforts, however incomplete they might be. 

“We’ve been meaning to thank you for some of the tips on there,” Ladybug said, adding another heart palpitation to Zen’s list of symptoms. “But you’re hard to grab ahold of.”

“Apparently not that hard.” He could’ve really thought more about his response but his brain was taking its time to cool down properly and this was what the rest of him came up with. 

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll make sure we’re gentle next time,” Chat promised, slinking close enough that Zen was pretty sure he saw him wink before he circled behind him. If Zen didn’t know any better, mostly going on the fact that he couldn’t quite process what was happening to him, then he’d almost believe that counted as flirting. 

“You’ll be in good hands.” Ladybug laid a hand on his shoulder, her eyes earnest, so close that he could smell what he thought was cloves. “Until next time, pretty boy.”

That definitely counted too. Zen almost lost his footing then, feeling weak in the knees and only gaining his focus back when he found back on the street just a few buildings down from his house. Nobody was going to believe it, but he swore to himself he’d convince Mitsuhide and Kiki of the meeting. Not necessarily of the heart-pounding parts, that could remain just for him.

[claire-bear-and-friends-blog]

Miraculous Ladybug Version of CAH

Black Cards

v  Ladybug’s suit is made of (              ).

v  Plot twist! The real villain of the show is (              ).

v  Who is Chat Noir’s greatest admirer?

v  I got arrested by Robocop for (             ).

v  What is the function of Chat Noir’s bell?

v  I’m Marinette, just a normal (             ), with normal (            ).

v  Chloe could only stare when she saw (              ).

v  What item of mine would an Akuma possess?

v  Where was Ladybug keeping that textbook?

v  Coming up in Season 2: (              )!

v  (             )? What am I supposed to do with this?!

v  Jagged Stone’s new hit single (          ), is about            .

v  Adrien’s go to excuse is “I had to (              )”.

v  Adrien and Nino aren’t (           ), they’re just (            ).

v  In an unexpected twist Hawkmoth is revealed to be (           ).

v  Marinette and Alya gave each other matching stares. Why?

v  The real reason Marinette doesn’t like Chat ‘like that’ is because (             ).

v  Ladybug’s Lucky Charm has produced (            ).

v  Kim dared Alix to (           ).

v  (            ): The no.1 reason people are Akumatised.

v  Adrien falsely believes that (             ), is Ladybug.

v  Jackady should have hypnotised (            ), to believe that they are (           ).

v  ROCK &  (               ), BABY!!!!

v  Adrien’s bodyguard is secretly  (            ).

v  Gabriel has designed something completely new. What is it?

v  Kim once stated he could (           ), better than (            ).

v  Where is Chat Noir now?

v  Mister Pigeon, but instead of pigeons it’s (             ).

v  What does Gabriel do in his office all day?

v  What is Adrien’s favourite Anime?

v  Chloe caused an Akuma by (            ).

v  Chat will finally woo his lady with (           ).

v  Hawkmoth secretly enjoys (              ).

v  In the last fight, Chat Noir got distracted by (            ).

v  The biggest difference between sub and dub is (             ).

v  Ladybug likes to scratch Chat Noir’s neck when he (              ).

v  Look up! It’s (              )!

v  Miraculous, Simply the Best, Up to the Test, (                    )!

v  Chloe always knew how to make the worst Akuma’s. What is her newest one?

v  Why is Lyla such a lying bitch?

v  Gabriel Agreste has decided to become a better father by (            ).

v  What is the newest addition to Chat Noir’s costume?

v  Kwami’s like to (             ), in their spare time.

v  What is Marinette’s new nickname?

v  Why don’t Ladybug and Chat Noir recognise each other?

v  What is the newest power of the Cat miraculous?

v  What is the newest Akuma?

v  Why is Natalie so apathetic all the time?

v  Where do the Miraculous’s come from?

v  (              ), & (            ), the hottest new ship in Miraculous Ladybug.

White Cards

v  The love of your life being 5000 years to old for you. (Supposedly)

v  That one Adrien/Plagg fic we’re all afraid of.

v  A laser pointer.

v  Chat Noir in heels.

v  Evil laughter, courtesy of Hawkmoth.

v  Being repeatedly beaten by 2 teenagers.

v  The word ‘Evilise’.

v  A birthday lunch break to remember.

v  Sending all the adults into space.

v  Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur, happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr…

v  “I feel no pain when I am with you, because you are my ibuBROphen”. -Nino to Adrien at some point, probably

v  Chat’s night vision.

v  A Venus flytrap diary case.

v  Standing in a dark room surrounded by butterflies until someone gets sad.

v  Throw Chat Noir at the problem.

v  Chat Noir’s clumsy cuteness.

v  Plagg’s inability to do his job.

v  Losing by ‘only’ half a million votes.

v  Weather girls.

v  Chat Noir’s sweet dance moves.

v  Years of butterfly paranoia.

v  A Chat on a hot tin roof.

v  Getting high off catnip.

v  Chat’s sass.

v  The Umbrella scene.

v  The Christmas special.

v  The inability to remember a kiss.

v  Marinette’s inability to articulate a sentence around Adrien.

v  Gabriel’s resting bitchface.

v  Boyfriend material.

v  A love square with only 2 people.

v  Girls smell better than cheese.

v  Chat Blanc.

v  The entire fandom forgetting that the main characters are minors.

v  A magical cat-boy who wears leather.

v  The blue scarf.

v  The fandom hating certain sides of the love square. (Even though they’re the same people)

v  Tomas Astruc reading your poorly written Ladynoir fanfiction right now.

v  Combining the Miraculous’.

v  Chat Noir flexing.

v  Felix’s thigh high boots.

v  Feather allergies.

v  Dragging Chat Noir by his tail.

v  Blaming Chloe.

v  Transforming out in the open.

v  The Shower Scene.

v  Marinette’s eye makeup that’s always on fleek.

v  Chat Noir sniffing Ladybug.

v  Chat Noir’s domanatrix cat suit.

v  The plot twist we can all see coming.

v  She didn’t SIGN the FREAKING CARD!!!!

v  Pound it!

v  Pastries from the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

v  A shrine to the Ladynoir ship.

v  Adrien sitting like a cat.

v  Antibug.

v  Croissants.

v  Basically, French Sailor Moon.

v  Adrien’s fantasies.

v  A giant hairdryer.

v  Everyone forgetting Felix.

v  The secret purpose of Chat Noir’s zipper.

v  Nino the Awesome.

v  “2 Ladybugs, I’m in Heaven”.

v  Cat ears.

v  A billboard with Adrien’s face on it.

v  Waltzing right in and taking the Mona Lisa.

v  Becoming a superhero before you turn 18.

v  A magical unicorn from the planet, Rispa.

v  Trying to get a spider-man kiss, but being dropped on your head instead.

v  That crazy Pharaoh guy and his dumb motivation.

v  Ineffective villains.

v  A magical yo-yo.

v  Horrificator’s slime.

v  Mr Pigeon.

v  Trying to literally kill people because a teenager insulted your partner.

v  Forcing people to dance at a birthday party.

v  A glitch in the CGI.

v  Huffing perfume.

v  Magical, all-knowing Ladybug vision.

v  A near reveal.

v  Attacking Paris with bubbles.

v  Designing.

v  Adrien’s “missing” mother.

v  Tom Dupain’s sick biceps.

v  Licking yourself like a cat.

v  Abandonment issues.

v  An elderly Chinese match-maker in a Hawaiian shirt.

v  Bad parenting.

v  Camembert.

v  Alya blatantly disregarding her safety for Ladyblog footage.

v  Keeping a copy of your crushes schedule in your room at all times.

v  Copious amounts of sexual tension.

v  Edgy Black lipstick.

v  Felix in general.

v  The Break-Dance AU.

v  Having to be saved by 2 teenagers wearing spandex.

v  Tom Dupain-Cheng.

v  Chloe’s designer purse.

v  Jagged Stone.

v  Gabriel’s parenting.

v  Alya being a saint.

v  Chloe ruining everything.

v  A skin-tight catsuit.

v  Horrible and painful cat puns.

v  NSFW fanart.

v  Nathanael's cuteness.

v  Preying on the emotional insecurities of teenagers.

v  Stealing people’s phones.

v  Chat’s leather-clad ass.

v  Adrien buying a bunch of Ladybug body pillows.

v  Nino and Adrien’s bromance.

v  The love square.

v  Using your stick as a selfie camera.

v  The fact that the Gorilla totally knows.

v  Magic jewellery.

v  Adrien teaching Nino about puns.

v  Meow!

v  Chat Noir in general.

v  Feed Adrien 2K16.

v  Chat Noir purring.

v  Chat Noir body pillows.

v  Locking 2 of your friends in a cage together.

v  Hitting Chloe with a book.

v  Well played, Kitty.

v  Casually destroying the Eiffel Tower.

v  The blessed shoulder tap of friendship from Adrien.

v  Ladrien Vs Marichat.

v  Bugaboo.

v  Puppeteer.

v  Princess Fragrance.

v  There’s a giant dinosaur!

v  PLAGG, CLAWS OUT!

v  TIKKI, SPOTS ON!

v  Chloe being a bitch.

v  Fang’s adorableness.

v  “Look into the lens”.

v  You are the Nail Filer!

v  “I want that DOLL!!!”

v  Nooroo’s unresolved drinking problem.

v  CAT-ACLYSIM!

v  The fact that a domino mask can hide your identity.

v  Pastry Bug.

v  Plagg’s addiction to cheese.

v  Hawkmoth in general.

v  Catbug.

v  NOOROO, GLITTER MY WINGS!

v  LUCKY CHARM!

v  Punching a small child in the face because Hawkmoth turned them into a supervillain.

v  Attacking 2 innocent teenagers because Hawkmoth said to.

AN: Just to be clear I don’t own Miraculous Ladybug, but me and my friends created our own version of Cards Against Humanity and I wanted to share them. They take a while to make and coming up with the ideas was a process. I encourage you to enjoy and if you wish to make your own, you are totally allowed to use these or simply take ideas. It is a long post as it has 50 Black and 150 White cards.

Have a good one!

-Claire Bear & Friends

[cardsagainstanme]

Miraculous Ladybug Version

Black Cards

v  Ladybug’s suit is made of (           ).

v  Plot twist! The real villain of the show is (           ).

v  Who is Chat Noir’s greatest admirer?

v  I got arrested by Robocop for (           ).

v  What is the function of Chat Noir’s bell?

v  I’m Marinette, just a normal (             ), with normal (            ).

v  Chloe could only stare when she saw (             ).

v  What item of mine would an Akuma possess?

v  Where was Ladybug keeping that textbook?

v  Coming up in Season 2: (              )!

v (              )? What am I supposed to do with this?!

v  Jagged Stone’s new hit single (          ), is about (           ).

v  Adrien’s go to excuse is “I had to (              )”.

v  Adrien and Nino aren’t (           ), they’re just (            ).

v  In an unexpected twist Hawkmoth is revealed to be (           ).

v  Marinette and Alya gave each other matching stares. Why?

v  The real reason Marinette doesn’t like Chat ‘like that’ is because (             ).

v  Ladybug’s Lucky Charm has produced (            ).

v  Kim dared Alix to (           ).

v  (             ): The no.1 reason people are Akumatised.

v  Adrien falsely believes that (             ), is Ladybug.

v  Jackady should have hypnotised (            ), to believe that they are (           ).

v  ROCK & (             ), BABY!!!!

v  Adrien’s bodyguard is secretly (            ).

v  Gabriel has designed something completely new. What is it?

v  Kim once stated he could (           ), better than (            ).

v  Where is Chat Noir now?

v  Mister Pigeon, but instead of pigeons it’s (            ).

v  What does Gabriel do in his office all day?

v  What is Adrien’s favourite Anime?

v  Chloe caused an Akuma by (            ).

v  Chat will finally woo his lady with (           ).

v  Hawkmoth secretly enjoys (              ).

v  In the last fight, Chat Noir got distracted by (            ).

v  The biggest difference between sub and dub is (             ).

v  Ladybug likes to scratch Chat Noir’s neck when he (              ).

v  Look up! It’s (              )!

v  Miraculous, Simply the Best, Up to the Test, (                  )!

v  Chloe always knew how to make the worst Akuma’s. What is her newest one?

v  Why is Lyla such a lying bitch?

v  Gabriel Agreste has decided to become a better father by (            ).

v  What is the newest addition to Chat Noir’s costume?

v  Kwami’s like to (             ), in their spare time.

v  What is Marinette’s new nickname?

v  Why don’t Ladybug and Chat Noir recognise each other?

v  What is the newest power of the Cat miraculous?

v  What is the newest Akuma?

v  Why is Natalie so apathetic all the time?

v  Where do the Miraculous’s come from?

v (               ), & (            ), the hottest new ship in Miraculous Ladybug.

White Cards

v  The love of your life being 5000 years to old for you. (Supposedly)

v  That one Adrien/Plagg fic we’re all afraid of.

v  A laser pointer.

v  Chat Noir in heels.

v  Evil laughter, courtesy of Hawkmoth.

v  Being repeatedly beaten by 2 teenagers.

v  The word ‘Evilise’.

v  A birthday lunch break to remember.

v  Sending all the adults into space.

v  Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur, happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr…

v  “I feel no pain when I am with you, because you are my ibuBROphen”. -Nino to Adrien at some point, probably

v  Chat’s night vision.

v  A Venus flytrap diary case.

v  Standing in a dark room surrounded by butterflies until someone gets sad.

v  Throw Chat Noir at the problem.

v  Chat Noir’s clumsy cuteness.

v  Plagg’s inability to do his job.

v  Losing by ‘only’ half a million votes.

v  Weather girls.

v  Chat Noir’s sweet dance moves.

v  Years of butterfly paranoia.

v  A Chat on a hot tin roof.

v  Getting high off catnip.

v  Chat’s sass.

v  The Umbrella scene.

v  The Christmas special.

v  The inability to remember a kiss.

v  Marinette’s inability to articulate a sentence around Adrien.

v  Gabriel’s resting bitchface.

v  Boyfriend material.

v  A love square with only 2 people.

v  Girls smell better than cheese.

v  Chat Blanc.

v  The entire fandom forgetting that the main characters are minors.

v  A magical cat-boy who wears leather.

v  The blue scarf.

v  The fandom hating certain sides of the love square. (Even though they’re the same people)

v  Tomas Astruc reading your poorly written Ladynoir fanfiction right now.

v  Combining the Miraculous’.

v  Chat Noir flexing.

v  Felix’s thigh high boots.

v  Feather allergies.

v  Dragging Chat Noir by his tail.

v  Blaming Chloe.

v  Transforming out in the open.

v  The Shower Scene.

v  Marinette’s eye makeup that’s always on fleek.

v  Chat Noir sniffing Ladybug.

v  Chat Noir’s domanatrix cat suit.

v  The plot twist we can all see coming.

v  She didn’t SIGN the FREAKING CARD!!!!

v  Pound it!

v  Pastries from the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

v  A shrine to the Ladynoir ship.

v  Adrien sitting like a cat.

v  Antibug.

v  Croissants.

v  Basically, French Sailor Moon.

v  Adrien’s fantasies.

v  A giant hairdryer.

v  Everyone forgetting Felix.

v  The secret purpose of Chat Noir’s zipper.

v  Nino the Awesome.

v  “2 Ladybugs, I’m in Heaven”.

v  Cat ears.

v  A billboard with Adrien’s face on it.

v  Waltzing right in and taking the Mona Lisa.

v  Becoming a superhero before you turn 18.

v  A magical unicorn from the planet, Rispa.

v  Trying to get a spider-man kiss, but being dropped on your head instead.

v  That crazy Pharaoh guy and his dumb motivation.

v  Ineffective villains.

v  A magical yo-yo.

v  Horrificator’s slime.

v  Mr Pigeon.

v  Trying to literally kill people because a teenager insulted your partner.

v  Forcing people to dance at a birthday party.

v  A glitch in the CGI.

v  Huffing perfume.

v  Magical, all-knowing Ladybug vision.

v  A near reveal.

v  Attacking Paris with bubbles.

v  Designing.

v  Adrien’s “missing” mother.

v  Tom Dupain’s sick biceps.

v  Licking yourself like a cat.

v  Abandonment issues.

v  An elderly Chinese match-maker in a Hawaiian shirt.

v  Bad parenting.

v  Camembert.

v  Alya blatantly disregarding her safety for Ladyblog footage.

v  Keeping a copy of your crushes schedule in your room at all times.

v  Copious amounts of sexual tension.

v  Edgy Black lipstick.

v  Felix in general.

v  The Break-Dance AU.

v  Having to be saved by 2 teenagers wearing spandex.

v  Tom Dupain-Cheng.

v  Chloe’s designer purse.

v  Jagged Stone.

v  Gabriel’s parenting.

v  Alya being a saint.

v  Chloe ruining everything.

v  A skin-tight catsuit.

v  Horrible and painful cat puns.

v  NSFW fanart.

v  Nathanael's cuteness.

v  Preying on the emotional insecurities of teenagers.

v  Stealing people’s phones.

v  Chat’s leather-clad ass.

v  Adrien buying a bunch of Ladybug body pillows.

v  Nino and Adrien’s bromance.

v  The love square.

v  Using your stick as a selfie camera.

v  The fact that the Gorilla totally knows.

v  Magic jewellery.

v  Adrien teaching Nino about puns.

v  Meow!

v  Chat Noir in general.

v  Feed Adrien 2K16.

v  Chat Noir purring.

v  Chat Noir body pillows.

v  Locking 2 of your friends in a cage together.

v  Hitting Chloe with a book.

v  Well played, Kitty.

v  Casually destroying the Eiffel Tower.

v  The blessed shoulder tap of friendship from Adrien.

v  Ladrien Vs Marichat.

v  Bugaboo.

v  Puppeteer.

v  Princess Fragrance.

v  There’s a giant dinosaur!

v  PLAGG, CLAWS OUT!

v  TIKKI, SPOTS ON!

v  Chloe being a bitch.

v  Fang’s adorableness.

v  “Look into the lens”.

v  You are the Nail Filer!

v  “I want that DOLL!!!”

v  Nooroo’s unresolved drinking problem.

v  CAT-ACLYSIM!

v  The fact that a domino mask can hide your identity.

v  Pastry Bug.

v  Plagg’s addiction to cheese.

v  Hawkmoth in general.

v  Catbug.

v  NOOROO, GLITTER MY WINGS!

v  LUCKY CHARM!

v  Punching a small child in the face because Hawkmoth turned them into a supervillain.

v  Attacking 2 innocent teenagers because Hawkmoth said to.

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