#married ladynoir

[art-the-f-up]

Married Ladynoir AU post, inspired by this hc by @rosekasa

just the other day i was sharing MLN headcanons with Andrea and I mentioned one where ladybug tends to talk and yell a lot in her sleep and it has Chat low-key concerned about her secret identity. This was the perfect chance to kill two birds with one stone.

[mysticraven20]

After reading a fair few Married LadyNoir fics, especially the AU from @art-the-f-up, I thought to myself how could the two have a funny reveal and this happened.

Caught Red Faced

Marinette was sure she was going to be late or die from a cardiac arrest trying to get there on time.

As she moved down the street, her whole body suddenly became unbearably frazzled as she checked her watch for what felt like the millionth time that minute. After a wonderful two weeks in paradise with her new husband; the peace and relaxation was terminated and she was thrust straight back into her ‘normal life’ — which, unfortunately, included the rat race which was Paris.

With a hop, skip and a jump, she manoeuvred herself through tiny gaps within crowds in a haste. She wasn’t too late, but that didn’t make it any more reasonable. She’d agreed to meet Adrien at 10am sharp for his suit fitting and right now it was 9:45am. 15 mins and two streets… she had this.

:read more:

When she’d woken up that morning she’d gotten a little… distracted. She had opted for a little more hubby time before having to get ready. Probably not her smartest move as it ended with a timed dash to get ready and out the door. Putting makeup on as she threw on her dress, it seemed equivalent to riding a mechanical bull and eating spaghetti — not that she’d tried; her husband on the other hand…

Leapfrogging over a tourist tying their shoe lace, she made a mental note to tell her Chat Noir as soon as she got home about her Olympic standard Paris tourist parkouring. He would eat it up!

‘Ladybug leapfrogging’ he’d say, ‘you’re an insect not an amphibian.’

The thought of her husband had her lost in thought as she accidentally stepped out into the road, sending an unlucky cyclist swerving around her and landing head first in a trash can.

“Sorry!” she apologetically yelled as she continued across the busy street and into the direction of the mansion.

One more street.

Her thoughts moved from Chat Noir to Adrien and Marinette couldn’t help but wonder why he still lived with his father? The blond ex-model was an influential, sophisticated, professional with a very well paid job. He could move out whenever he wanted. It just made zero sense.

Finally, reaching the gates, Marinette bent over and tried to gather her breath; hand on her knees and head down between her legs. Dear Lord! She knew going to an all inclusive 5* resort was asking for trouble. She’d have to run extra laps later to try and get her stamina back and burn off some of the margaritas and cheesecake. Maybe she could entice her better half with a game of kiss chase — hubba, hubba!

Pressing the buzzer, Nathalie welcomed Marinette and opened the gates. For once she didn’t have to break in; the whole experience of having the red carpet rolled out was kind of unnerving.

Standing tall, brushing her hands over her forehead and her skirt down, she strutted down the cobblestone pavement like a top class business woman, pouting her natural lips and puffing out her chest. But as she came to the front door, the friendship she’d gained with the Agrestes PA seemed to… disappear. Nathalie’s welcoming face seemed to be questioning her in the most unnerving way.

“H-H-Hi,” Marinette said with an awkward wave. Her bravado disappeared quicker than their most recent — easy — defeats of Monarch.

“Hello,” Nathalie waved back. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open as her hand hung lifeless in the air.

“Adrien should be expecting me.” Marinette looked around the older woman and into the foyer of the house, hoping and praying she could spot her friend. If Adrien ever wanted to do his usual macho action of saving her, now would be an ideal time.

Nathalie nodded her head, her jaw still slack and glaring at Marinette’s face. Damn it! Had she messed up her makeup that badly? She blamed Chat for blowing air on her neck as she placed on her mascara.

“Shall I just?” Marinette mimed herself entering the mansion by pretending to walk her fingers in the direction of the hallway.

Nathalie nodded once again, and stepped to the side. The usually elegant lady tripped in her swift action, ending up clattering against the doorframe and not blinking. Maybe Marinette should go to the bathroom first? There was obviously something on her face which she needed to get off.

Staring at Nathalie as she walked past, Marinette took slow and steady steps, afraid she was going to scare the woman into cardiac arrest if she moved anything faster than a sloth.

“Marinette?” She heard her name being called from the top of the staircase and looked for the occupier of the voice; her feet halting on the first step.

“Hello?” she questioned back. That didn’t quite sound like Adrien. It sounded slightly altered, almost like her husbands. Oh God, two weeks on an island with the love of her life and now she was projecting his voice onto everyone else.

“Marinette?” It said again and she was starting to think maybe there was a ghost roaming the hallways. She wouldn’t be surprised. Perhaps it was Gabriel Agreste’s soul? Everyone knew the guy had lost it years ago. She snorted to herself before beginning to venture up the staircase.

A crashing sound echoed through the foyer and now she was certain the place was haunted.

“W-Who’s there?” Her voice stuttered, causing her to hold her bag closer to her chest.

“Marinette, it’s me!” A hand touched her shoulder and she almost turned around and kicked the guy hard in the cahoonas.

“Adrien? What the hell?” His hand placed gently against her lower back and began to push her towards his room. A slight tilt of her head had her eyes catching his thick, masculine neck… his very tanned neck .

The deep colour made his blond hair shine brighter than the sun, and a small flutter in her stomach directed her attention to how his green eyes would probably be popping with the added colour around his eyes and face. Oh dear! Where was her hand fan when she needed it?

Yes she was married, but there was nothing wrong with looking once in a while, right? He was just her best friend and an ex model, she couldn’t help it that he knew how to wear clothing correctly and pleasing to the eye. She was a designer at the end of the day, she loved perfect fitting clothes especially when the trousers cupped correctly around the…

“I thought your house was possessed!” she said, taking her mind out of the Adrien butt gutter.

He made a ghostly noise in her ear, grabbing hold of her hips and tickling her. She shrieked, running up the staircase and into his room. Adrien’s spooky ghost sounds following her up the staircase.

“I am the ghost of the floating sock!!” he announced, closing the door behind them.

Marinette looked to the right and then the left, finding nowhere to go. Eventually, she decided she was going to face him head on… and maybe punch him in the gut.

Turning swiftly, fists at the ready, her plan was foiled when she saw his face. Instead of hitting him with enough power to drop him to his knees, she let out an ear piercing scream!

Adrien’s eyes widened and, in turn, he screamed too! Adrien’s mortification upped Marinette’s own, her pitch intensifying as she let out another wail.

“What’s wrong with your face?” They pointed at each other as they spoke, a split second hovering between them before they pushed each other out the way in chase for the bathroom.

As they homed in on his door, Marinette felt herself flying to the side as Adrien elbowed her out the way in a triumphant move. Her butt landed hard on the floor, her hand going to her head as she was embraced in Adrien’s many, many curses.

“Oh fuck!”

From her seat on the floor, she heard him shriek again.

“No, no, no, no!”

Pushing herself to stand, she headed into the bathroom and stood beside him. Both mirrored the other's actions, which mirrored those reflecting back from the planet of glass, hands gripping the vanity to within an inch of its poor life.

“You don’t live here anymore. Do you?” she stated more than asked.

She studied his face as he studied hers. She was right, the green eyes definitely would have popped behind the tan — if the tan was there..

Like a guppy, Adrien’s mouth moved up and down in order to speak. Yet, nothing left his mouth. The action made the whole ordeal a lot more comical, and Marinette couldn’t help but burst out into fits of uncontrollable laughter.

She wrapped one hand around her stomach, the laughter shaking her to the core and sending tears to her eyes. Oh God, had this really just happened. The ‘reveal’ fanfics she’d read on the internet had been a lot more creative than this.

“How was the Maldives?” Marinette asked through her onslaught of laughter, her hand moving to her eyes and wiping the tears from underneath them. She didn’t even care that she looked like a yeti or, even worse, the woman from The Ring; this man loved her for better or for worse, a thought that started the laughter again.

Better – Ladybug.

Worse – Marinette.

“You know, I had to physically force myself out of the apartment today. I wanted to just stay in bed with my wife.” Adrien’s words sent them both into another spiral and Plagg and Tikki finally made an appearance. Their holders had officially gone insane.

“Marinette? Why are you –”

Tikki stopped as she eyed the mirror. Her small hand reaching out to Plagg and smacking him time and time again before pointing to the mirror. The kwamis came and settled on their holders shoulders, all four of them taking in the reflection in the mirror.

It seemed wearing a mask whilst in blazing sunshine wasn’t the greatest idea, as both heroes stood sporting a replica of their mask on their skin as the remaining flesh around it had a wonderful sun kissed glow.

“This is weird isn’t it?” Adrien said, placing an arm around his wife’s waist and pulling her into the side of his body. She watched his lips pull at the corner and she couldn’t help but wonder how she hadn’t noticed it before. It was right in front of her.

“Oh, yes. Totally.”

They continued to smile at each other through their reflections.

“I need to get a picture of this moment.” Adrien pulled his camera from his pocket and flipped the scene to take a selfie. “Hashtag: caught red faced.”

“Actually, that’s just your nose Kitty, which, by the way, looks so sore.”

Adrien stretched a hand and ran a finger over the bridge of his red tinged nose. “It’s okay, nowhere near what it was a week ago.”

Turning her head, Marinette looked up at Adrien and smiled. So this was her Kitty

“So, you’re the love of my life?” Marinette asked, pushing her hands up his biceps before gently stroking his neck and finishing by outlining the tan mark mask on his face.

“And what’s the verdict?” His hands cupped her waist and pulled her in closer, her heart rate kicking up even though they’d been this close numerous times in the past.

Pouting her lips, Marinette moved her mask stained face side to side. “I could have done worse.”

His fingers dug into her waist, tickling her and making her squeal. His own face lit up the entire room as he pulled her closer and continued, eventually taking her lips with his and sending her into the deep, deep depths of love. Something that had been so natural and comforting suddenly switched up a gear, bringing her memories back to the first time she’d kissed her partner in a moment of weakness and passion. It was all so perfect.

“So what do we do now?” Adrien asked, tenderly kissing her forehead before replacing his lips with his head.

“We go home and hide until our faces begin to match again.”

“That could be a long time, M’Lady,” Adrien smirked.

“I hope so,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting onto her toes pressing a gentle kiss to his nose.

Heading back to the front door, Adrien led Marinette down the street and back to their apartment, loved up and blissfully ready to hide away with his wife.

That was until they turned the corner and bumped into a rather startled Alya.

“Oh, shit!”

[ayydrienagreste]

Oh! I forgot about these!

[steelblaidd]

Small Moments at the Biggest Wedding.

This is the Fic I wrote for the @alwaysandforeverzine

(I am so behind on posting this.)

In an unguarded moment at the reception following Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Eiffel Tower wedding, Rena Rouge and Carapace gave a peek behind the masks of the great superheroes’ romance.

Ao3 Link

There is no question that the wedding of Ladybug and Chat Noir was the biggest wedding in Paris this season. 

Paris’ premier superheroes spoke their vows live-streamed from the Gustave Eiffel Reception Room. Mayor Bourgeois officiated in front of 300 in-person guests. Rena Rouge and Carapace were Maid of Honour and Best Man respectively, and also stand-ins for the couple’s absent parents. The reception coincided with the Bastille Day celebrations covering the Champs de Mars and Trocadero Gardens. 

After the ceremony, Ladybug, Chat Noir, and other members of Paris’ famed hero team mingled with the everyday citizens and celebrity attendees in the plaza under the tower. There were comments in the crowd about Hawk Moth and Mayura's attendance as guests. However, with the entire Parisian superhero team present, as well as several heroes from other countries, the chance of a sudden relapse into villainy was considered unlikely,

The wedding party had stood receiving well wishes at the plaza under the Eiffel Tower for almost two hours before the happy couple donned their wings and flew off on their honeymoon. 

I caught up with Paris’ next most senior heroes in a secluded nook nursing their champagne, cake, and choux from the croquembouche that could be found on the tables scattered around the area.

Carapace stood between the Fox and the rest of the celebration as she handed him her glass and leaned up against the stone tower footing to massage the arches exposed by her strappy, black D'Orsay heels.

I approached to ask if I might have a moment of their time for a few questions. Carapace’s lips thinned, but then his companion placed a hand on his shoulder. He visibly relaxed, stepped a little to the side, and handed her back her drink. 

Rena Rouge was wearing a knee-length A-line satin gown in the same cranberry red that lined the cape of the bride’s wedding ensemble. The black sweetheart-neckline bodice with embroidered roses swept low in the back.

Carapace wore a tuxedo in classic black. His usual hood was absent but his signature goggles remained. 

“What did you want to know?” Rena asked with a smile. 

“You have been Ladybug and Chat Noir’s longest, and some would say closest allies. What did their romance look like from your point of view?”

The two heroes shared a long look before snorting simultaneously. 

“Dude,” Carapace said, “I'm not sure where to even begin.” 

“Well,” I said, “everyone always wondered if what they told Nadja Chamack in the interview that triggered the Prime Queen incident was true or if they were just trying to downplay things because of Hawk Moth.” I lowered my voice to a  whisper. “They were so obviously in sync even from the beginning.”

I started as Rena Rouge began to laugh. Carapace frowned at her then gave me a half-smile. “We really shouldn't laugh, but I suppose it's not much of an issue at this point.'' He looked up to the first level where they had stood for the ceremony only hours before. “They were both right at the time -- LB that they weren't a couple; Chat that they were in love.” Carapace shook his head and sighed. “The problem, we learned later, was that they were each crushing on the other's alter ego.”

Rena reached up to take her partner's hand and began speaking in a subdued voice. “It was one of those ‘hilarious-in-hindsight’ things that was just sad and frustrating at the time.

“While Hawk Moth was active, they didn't know each other's civilian identities in case they got akumatized.” At her sudden scowl, I twisted to see the two former villains standing towards the middle of the plaza under the tower, a wide, empty space surrounding them.

“Ladybug didn’t make anti-akumatization charms for herself and Chat Noir?” I asked.

“Unfortunately,” said Rena, “she can only make one for a person after they have been akumatized. You can see how that would be a problem.

“So,” Rena Rouge continued, “Chat would have these two-second mopes whenever Ladybug turned him down, again. And Ladybug would bemoan, at great length, how she was too scared to tell this wonderful, sweet, considerate  guy she knew that she liked him. But she couldn't give up on him, not even for her wonderful, sweet, considerate partner, and it just tore her up inside.”

“That sounds like a hard thing to watch. What was most frustrating about it?” I asked.

“The fact that no matter how hard we trained, we could never be half as coordinated a team as they were without even trying," Carapace said. Rena Rouge nodded along.  

"Sometimes, they didn't even need to talk; it was like telepathy. They would be having some completely unrelated conversation, or worse, a fight, and still move like they were one brain in two bodies." Rena groaned. "Made me so jealous."

Carapace raised their joined hands and kissed the back of her fingers. "We got there, too, Babe. Just took us a little longer."

 "So, is it too early to announce the next Super-Wedding in Paris?" I asked. 

"I think it's a bit early for that,” Rena said, suddenly breaking into a grin. “Ryuuko and Viperion still haven't figured out if they are a thing yet, or if they just like making out." I was surprised, as they were not a common pairing.  

Carapace smirked and waggled his left hand at me, a gold band on his ring finger. "Dude, we're going on three [years] already. She presented me to her folks as the one before we were out of collège." He smiled and tugged at his lapels. "Unlike Ladybug, I knew when I had a good thing from the start."

“It sounds like you are lucky to have a good relationship with your in-laws,” I said to Carapace. “Do you know if Ladybug and Chat Noir are equally blessed?”

The Turtle Hero cocked his head, “Sort of?” he said, sounding not quite sure. “Bug’s folks absolutely adore Chat. Have as long as they have known him. Chat’s folks...” Carapace shrugged, then gave an exaggerated shudder. “I’m not sure they do more than tolerate anyone but themselves.” 

"So, how did they end up untangling their crossed romantic wires?" I asked.

"LB finally worked up the courage to confess to Chat's civilian side. He had given up on him and Ladybug being more than ‘friends’, and was ‘trying to move on.’” Rena added the air quotes to Carapace’s statement. 

“They went out for like, two whole months before Ladybug decided to reveal her hero identity," Carapace continued, his grin growing wider. “Chat promptly revealed his [identity]. It took her another month to stop freaking out. Chat just glowed like he had swallowed a Christmas tree."

"She did not ‘freak out'," Rena said. "Ladybug was just upset that she had hurt his feelings unnecessarily." 

Carapace leaned toward me and whispered loud enough to be overheard. “She freaked out.” Then he straightened. “We thought for a bit that she might actually break up with him out of guilt for turning him down for so many years. Especially--” He cut off as Rena placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, it's been fun,” she said, “but we have to get back to our public.” As she took Carapace's elbow, he saluted me with his glass and the two heroes moved off into the crowd. They were met with handshakes, hugs, and the smiles of adults and children alike.

[ponytailzuko]

i love ladynoir from marinettes pov its my favorite thing in the world. she insists they’re not a couple and she doesn’t have feelings for him but if he stops calling her m’lady she gets so frustrated. cant see him with another girl. if she logs onto the minecraft server and chat noir did /unmarry she would treat it like a real divorce.

[part-time-pixie]

((no Chat Noirs were harmed in the making of this comic))

based on my Afterglow AU 😁 Ladybug got a babyphone update so she can save the world AND take care of her child ✨

even though his grandparents were home the whole time sdfds

[chatonnoir]

Something like Jubilation but instead of seeing a vision of themselves getting married Ladybug and Chat Noir are magically compelled by the akuma to ACTUALLY run off and get married in the real world. After they snap out of it and defeat the akuma they realize that they did in fact get legally married and the city already knows about it and is celebrating and if they go get an annulment now they will surely break a LOT of hearts and lead to a lot of akumatizations. The natural solution of course is to continue “pretending” to be a happily married couple. They kiss for the cameras and hold hands any time they’re out together. Maybe a lot of hotel owners in the city try to gift them a honeymoon suite couple’s package and they accept out of kindness and of course there’s only one bed. Apply all the fake married tropes

[accidentally-drank-paintwater]

More adult them but it’s damp bc it’s damp 😔

[lou-sketches]

based on @mystic_raven20’s fic !!!

Why is Tumblr ruining the quality ??!!! The name of the fix is “A Masked Mistake” it’s available on AO3 by mystic_raven20 !!!! Go read it it’s incredible!!

[literaphobe]

[while speaking i'm pacing the room and walking up the walls and ceiling like a spider] i'm obsessed with the way you so successfully and compellingly create sexual tension. it's truly insane how good you are at creating that dense atmosphere, and i'm just scrolling my phone peeking and reading line by line waiting for the bubble to pop. you've heard of sexual tension you can cut with a knife, now get ready for "sexual tension so palpable that you need a diamond drill to even make a dent." that is tvl to me. you have to have a master's degree in yearning with a concentration in pining to write something half as magnetic as this. your brain is so big. reading this fic is like watching a beyblade battle, watching the two of them spin around each other in rapid circles at mach speed, like you KNOW it's going to end but how messy will the final blow be??

i also really appreciate how the majority of this fic is from adrien's pov! i feel like i don't see a lot of that (in the fic i'm finding anyways), so to find one with it, and one so well written and well characterized at that, is like striking gold. every line has me going "they WOULD fucking say that !" i also love how you make sure to specify that though alya, out of love, pushes marinette out of her comfort zone, she stops it all once she gets the sense that marinette is genuinely uncomfy. bc they r besties!!! and alya cares about marinette more than proving that she knows what's best for her!!

im showering you in flowers and giving u the big bouquet cn gave lb except you can keep all the flowers mwah!!!!!!!

anon I need you to know… this ask blew me away in ways that are barely comprehensible like just WOW. WOW!!!!!! thank you so much and also you have SUCH a way with words this is SUCH high praise but it’s also being delivered so eloquently and I am just SO CHARMED

thank you thank you THANK YOU so much for real. ive reread this ask multiple times and I know i will continue to do so in the future, along with all the amazing anons ive been getting recently 🥺🥺🥺

it’s genuinely SO nice and heart wrenching to know that all the love and yearning and tension and emotions and complicated feelings I put into tvl can be felt this palpably… thank you for understanding and FEELING and seeing my vision… gives u a diamond ring

also HEHEHE im so glad ur enjoying the adrien pov!! for tvl i just felt like it was apt and also i like the adrichat pov ^_^ its fun and cozy and silly! also functionally tvl!maribug has far more secrets and Knows more so having the audience spend more time w adrichat makes it easier to maintain the suspense HEHEHEHEH also im so glad u are enjoying the characterization!!!!! and also tvl alya’s nuance. i wanted to make it very clear that while she’s been acting up and scheming and unwinding -> because she’s being kept in the dark about a bunch of stuff too!! and as we know it DRIVES HER INSANE when marinette keeps secrets from her… still. i wanted to show that when push comes to shove she’s able to take a step back and protect marinette…

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

88. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…”

Funnily enough, I've done this one! It's called Last Night (Lukanette, lol) but here's another (I'll do... Ladynoir):

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Marinette squinted at the squiggly lines in the grimoire as she tried to decipher the text. None of it made sense. She looked back at Tikki. “And you say that this is necessary for the holders of the ladybug and black cat to do once they are both twenty one?”

Tikki nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Why haven’t we heard about this before? Like from Su-Han or Fu?”

Tikki’s eyes drifted across her ceiling. “Because there haven’t been many ladybug and black cat holders at the same time in the last few centuries so it wouldn’t be something either of them knew about!”

“But-” 

“Trust me, Marinette! This is very important and needs to happen very soon!”

Marinette was still a bit uncertain. From what Tikki had described, this was some kind of rite of passage where the kwami would chant some kind of blessing? She wasn’t sure, but they’d chant something as she and Chat Noir held hands and it would not only serve whatever important purpose it needed to but would also bring the two closer as partners- which would hopefully help them defeat Shadow Moth. 

Even with her doubts, Marinette trusted Tikki. They’d been together for nearly eight years and if she said it needed to be done…

“Okay, Tikki. I’ll talk to Chat and get everything set up.”

Tikki smiled brightly and zoomed around the room. “Amazing! I’ll tell the other kwami to get ready!” 

As she disappeared into the miracle box, Marinette could only smile. 

What’s the worst that could happen?

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“Now kiss!” 

Ladybug’s head snapped towards Sass, the kwami that floated before the grimoire reciting the ancient words, and frowned. “Kiss?”

Sass nodded. “Yes. A kiss is required to seal the pact. It’s normal for these kinds of ceremonies.”

Still unsure but trusting the kwami, Ladybug nodded and turned to Chat. “Is that okay?”

Her partner was beaming ear to ear. “Of course. I’ve always wanted to lock lips with you and remember it, Bugaboo.”

The two pressed their lips together - Ladybug could acknowledge that it wasn’t too bad and that there was a spark that had her wanting to stay in the embrace a little longer - before pulling away. 

As soon as they parted, the kwami burst into cheers and celebration. 

“Congrats!”

“Congratulations!’ 

“This is amazing!”

“Can’t believe it took eight years!”

“I wonder when they’ll be little hatchlings?”

“They’ll probably come once they’re used to cohabitating!” 

Ladybug’s head spun as the kwami continued to cheer and shout things that made no sense to her. It wasn’t until she turned and saw the look on Chat’s face that she realized something was going on. 

“Chat? What’s wrong?”

The black cat hero cleared his throat a few times before meeting her eyes. “I think… Um, well, based on what they’re saying-”

“Just tell me. I have no idea what’s going on?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Chat took a deep breath. “Don’t panic, but I think we might have accidentally just gotten married.”

Everything spun around Ladybug for a moment as the words registered in her head. 

Married.

They were married?

How?

Why?

Who? 

Then it clicked.

That sneaky little bug! 

“Spots off!” 

The transformation dropped and her kwami emerged from the earrings looking mighty guilty.

“Tikki…” Marinette began.

The kwami threw up her hands. “It was for your own good! You’ve been denying your feelings for Chat for ages and me and Plagg decided to do something about it!”

Marinette’s eyes bulged. “But marriage? Tricking us into some kind of kwami-ordained wedding? How- Come back here!” She shouted as Tikki zoomed away.

Unaware of her gobsmacked partner, Marinette took off after the kwami. “Tikki! You tricked me!” 

A few minutes later, Chat Noir’s mind began working again. “Claws in.” When Plagg appeared looking smug, Adrien’s eyes widened further. “Marinette? Marinette’s Ladybug? And we’re married?”

Plagg grinned. “Congrats, Kid. I hear the honeymoon phase is the best part.” Adrien didn’t move an inch as the kwami winked at him before looking around the room. “Now where’s the cheese?”

[art-the-f-up]

Shay stop forgetting you have a tumblr challenge.

have some more married ladynoir.

[mysticraven20]

Ladybug and Chat Noir attend an antenatal class and discuss their birth plan.

Midwife: So, how about the heroes of Paris? How will you be delivering your baby?

Chat Noir: Basically, we’ve gone for the Black Lace approach.

Midwife: Black… Lace? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that one?

Ladybug: *glaring at Chat Noir* Don’t you dare!

Chat Noir: Yeah, you see, we’re going to start a conga line and the baby will join on at the end!

Excerpt from Chapter 25 ‘A Masked Mistake’ - Married Ladynoir AU

[xhanisai]

I was thinking about episode Jubilation and couldn’t help but wonder:

How many years do you think Ladybug and Chat Noir spent together after getting hit by the Gift attack? If Adrien was able to be stuck for over three months by using second chance to try and save Ladybug, surely it’s possible that Ladynoir spent years in the Gift bubble?

And if so...

Imagine finding out that all those years you spent with someone you love and married and had babies with was all...

Fake.

Like how would you ever get over that?

[clarkgriffon]

one gifset per episode → optigami

[ponytailzuko]

[ID: The first image is a screenshot of the characters Ladybug and Chat Noir from the show Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir. It’s from a trailer, and it shows Chat Noir and Ladybug kissing, both of them having their suits changed to be white. Ladybug is wearing a flower crown made of white roses. There’s a pinkish filter on it. 

The second screenshot is of tags written on Tumblr. They read out: #if marinette ever switches targets and tries to woo chat noir ill lose my mind #bc ill finally get her little planning scenes but instead #when she imagines her future w chat noir its them getting married still in the suits. End ID] 

I SAID THIS LIKE 6 DAYS AGO AND NOW I GET THIS? y’all can clown on me if they’re akumatized but chat blanc had white not blond hair so until proven otherwise...