#myshitwriting

[emsylcatac]

😤😯😍😅😊 okay um... how about Ladynoir? (These remind me of a reveal scene lol)

Aaaah sorry for answering so late, I’ve been doing lots of other things but I need to get back to this game because I’m not done with all the asks I received oof! 

(By the way I’m not taking requests anymore - I’ll finish the ones I have received right now but that’s it. I still have 14 to do haha).

You know that if you say “Ladynoir” and “reveal” I am going to do exactly just that right? Haha hope you’ll enjoy!

Note: I hope I didn’t make too many English mistakes because I feel like the tenses I used there were a challenge and very risky haha, so I apologise in advance. Wasn’t beta-read there oop-

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Marinette closed her eyes and sighed happily, letting her head fall on her pillow. She stretched her arms wide on her bed and let herself relax, and let all of her emotions of the afternoon wash over her. She could feel her heart doing small somersaults at times, not at all unpleasant, and the feeling it gave her went tingling her belly and hands and feets to the tips of her toes. She smiled and let herself bask in this new and yet familiar sensation, letting her thoughts wander and replaying the events that had led to that moment, a few hours earlier.

Marinette knew that secret identities were important; Tikki and Master Fu, when he was still the guardian, had repeated it to her enough times that it had become this robotic idea fixed in her mind. To the point that she had forgotten the reasoning behind it at times. To protect your family and your loved ones, that was it.

But there were days that this mechanical mantra was harder and harder to grasp and accept. And her time as the new guardian was rising this rule to another challenging level. So much was going on in her life and apart from Tikki, she couldn’t share all of the burdens on her shoulders with one person. School problems were for school friends; heroes problems were for Chat Noir; all of them together—well. And while her partner was a great and unconditional support…he couldn’t know everything that was going on in her life.

Marinette had been exhausted that day. And she had been so tired and angry and sad and she didn’t even know why anymore—she had just found him on this roof, thrown herself in his arms, and cried as she had never cried to him—to anyone— before. He had just opened his arms and reassured and soothed her until…

…until she had begged him to throw away that one last wall standing between them. Told him how much she needed him in her life because…because oh god she did, didn’t she?

He had patted her back, gently pulled her away from his arms, and looked at her with a soft smile and an underlying sadness in his eyes.

“Not now. Not when you’re like this. You’re not thinking straight, Buguinette, and I can’t allow you to throw your secret identity like that; I wouldn’t be a good partner if I did.”

And he had been right and she had hated it. She had cried harder, fists on his chest and hitting him without strength and he had let her do and somehow given her the courage to go on once again. Just like he always does.

Since then, she had just been thinking about revealing their identities more and more. Would it be worth it? Was it dangerous? But…since the villains did seem to know theirs…wouldn’t know strengthen the heroes’ bond, too? Hawkmoth and Mayura were getting better and better, slowly but surely, and threatening to surpass them soon. So with that in mind, she took her decision. It was time. It was time and she needed it—it wasn’t a selfish decision anymore; it was a realistic one.

Marinette grabbed her Chat Noir doll and squeezed it to her chest, giggles escaping her. They had revealed this afternoon. She had been excited and nervous but most of all, confident in her choice and in her partner. He had only been more and more supportive since she had been the guardian and he had become her rock more than ever before; she had a feeling that she was his, too.

They had exchanged letters—maybe it was cheesy of her, but she wanted to keep his words and this reveal with her so she could read it again if she needed one day. And they had opened them in front of each other, excited and embarrassed at the same time.

She doesn’t think that she had ever gasped this loudly before in her life at the sight of the first line. And she knew right there and then that she had taken the right decision, and that they could only grow stronger now.

“My name is Adrien Agreste.

You may have seen me in some ad posters around since I’m a model (I know, this is a bit awkward to admit and you’re allowed to make fun of me; but if you agree one day can we please draw mustaches and glasses on some of the pictures I’m in?).

I am very happy to be paired up with you for this project ;) because you’re the best partner I could have ever hoped for. I admire you a lot and you inspire me everyday to be better, so I’m looking forward to share more adventures with you.

Love, Adrien.”

When she had lifted her eyes to him, she had been met with his, full of love and softness and admiration—and she had ran into his arms, holding him tightly. That’s when her heart had started doing all these tingling somersaults that it was still doing now, even as she was back home.

Marinette smiled as the scene replayed again and again in her head. She could feel her cheeks burning and had to refrain herself from squealing in happiness. As she visualised his face for the hundredth time, happy and warm, and his voice, whispering ‘of course it’s you’ and ‘we’re gonna be so unstoppable now’, she knew: she was utterly, irrevocably in love with him. And she didn’t mind in the slightest.

[poetryispainful]

To Run.

The art of running is an obscure one,

Individually unique to each entity.

Although in human life, we do much more

Than just run.

To run is to flee, to escape, to break free.

To run is to hide, and toss away pride.

We run away, forget our day,

We run fast, to avoid the past.

But when do we stop?

When we no longer need to hide?

When we find sanctuary at someone's side?

When we're composed and have already cried?

Running is a defence, we flee from pain.

But in order to stop, we need to gain.

Life never stops running, and neither do we.

Turn around, stop running, don't flee.

Life gives light, happiness and joy.

Life gives darkness, pain and loss.

We choose to embrace, we choose to leave,

But in order to move on, we need to breathe.

To stop running is to face your fears,

To stop hiding and wipe away the tears.

To stop running is to embrace,

To move on and pick up the pace.

We move on at the speed of light,

We just have to forget and fight.

Fight for our friends, and our lovers,

Forget the pain, or betrayal by brothers.

When you stop running, you will know

The beauty in the world, from the sea to snow.

For those who keep running, you may hide,

But someone will come and take your side.

[kuudere-raia]

Not everyone is born to lead. It is a simple yet harsh truth that I have seen prove itself over and over again in all my short years on this earth. Too often I have seen those who should not be in power take charge, leading everyone and everything into ruin. None of us, regardless of race, gender or social standing are exempt. The blind cannot lead the blind. The weak and naïve cannot lead and expect the strong and wise to follow. At least, not for very long. Because eventually, the scales will right themselves. Such is the way of the world. 

[10honeyhrs]

baekhan, pirate!au

Luhan questions why he’d decided to live the hard life instead of just going into law like his ma had told him to. Sometimes he thinks he could do without the canons being fired at his perfect face or the constant running or the semi-permanent threat of being eaten by cannibalistic island natives. But mostly he questions himself because of his captain, one Byun Baekhyun.

…

"LUHAN! LUHAN I CAN’T FIND MY HAT!" 

"It’s on ya fuckn head ya dipshit"

…

"LUHAN! LUHAN I THINK I’M EXPERIENCING A SYMPATHETIC PERIOD LOOK I’M BLEEDING OUT OF MY NOSE!"

"For the last time, Chanyeol’s not a fuckn girl, ya blind fuck"

…

"LUHAN! LUHAN I-"

"I swear to God i’m blowing ya head off if it’s something dumb ag-OH MY FUCKIN LORD WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES CAPTAIN?"

"LUHAN I THINK I JUST MET A MERMAID!"

"I’m fuckin out of here."

[emsylcatac]

I was in an Adrinette mood lately so have a silly fluffy Adrinette reveal fic for tonight! (again a big thank you to Bren & Alizeh for correcting my English hahaha)

Read it on AO3

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“Can I borrow your ring?”

Adrien’s eyes snapped open. He had been about to fall asleep, sitting with his back against a tree and Marinette’s head resting in his lap, but now he was wide awake and not ready to rest calmly any time soon anymore.

“My ring?” he sputtered.

“Yes, your ring.”

Marinette kept her eyes on his hand, caressing it with her fingers, massaging it a little at times. He would have enjoyed it if she hadn’t so casually asked for his miraculous—not that she knew it was.

“Why would you want my ring?” he asked slowly after a pause; it wasn’t that he thought Marinette would steal it, but he was curious as to why she was taking an interest in it all of a sudden.

She kissed the tips of his fingers. “I don’t know. I like wearing your stuff.”

He relaxed a little and chuckled. “You’re already wearing my sweater.”

“Which is very comfy, by the way.”

She mimicked snuggling up into his dark sweater that she was wearing and he couldn’t help but smile fondly at her.

“A ring isn’t comfy, though.”

Marinette smiled at him and slightly pressed her fingers on his ring while letting her thumb caress the finger wearing it up and down.

“I would make wearing it comfy,” she said.

Adrien laughed and bopped her nose. “I have no doubt about that, but let’s not try with this one, okay?”

She pouted at him and took his hand back in hers, and circled his ring with her index.

“If you don’t let me borrow it, you’ll have to give me back my winter hat. The pink one.”

“Hey!” he said indignantly. “No. I love that hat. It has a fluffy and glittery pompom.” He bopped it to emphasise his point.

She giggled. “You’re wearing it so often and it’s not even winter.”

“More reason to keep it, I wear it more than you do!”

If he were smart enough, he could make her forget about the ring and drive the conversation away from it. There was only so much teasing could do before he had to really rack his brain for a plausible excuse as to why exactly he couldn’t lend her his ring.

Talking about the winter hat Marinette had lent him seemed like a good plan.

Marinette was smiling softly at him now. He let himself drown in her gaze a little, until she dramatically extended her arms towards him.

“Help me sit, Adrien!”

He snorted. “No.”

“Whaaat?” she whined. “I thought you were a gentleman!”

“Maybe. But you’re cute lying down in my lap so I want to keep you there a little longer.”

She blushed and bit her lip, looking conflicted. “Even if I just wanted to kiss you?”

Well, he couldn’t really argue with that. Mentally patting himself on the back for driving all her thoughts away from his ring, he finally relented and helped her sit up in his lap instead.

She brought a hand to his cheek and caressed it with her thumb, looking at him with eyes that didn’t leave him with much doubt as to her feelings. He brought her closer to him, his left arm securely wrapped around her waist.

“You know that I love you, right?” she whispered against his lips.

He smiled at the declaration. “Yeah… Yeah I know. And I, you.”

She giggled while capturing his lips with hers. Adrien really liked kissing Marinette, but he loved being kissed by her—she had this delicious way of being paradoxically shy but bold, gentle but firm, and controlled but wild.

As he was drowning at the end of her lips, he felt the fingers of her free hand tentatively lace through his.

It felt nice.

So he let her do it and shivered at the way her fingers tenderly stroked his, before carefully sliding away from his hand.

Marinette broke the kiss and he opened his eyes, still dazed, to meet hers that were full of mirth and—

“Aha!” she exclaimed. “Now I got your ring!”

Adrien’s eyes snapped to the ring she was now slipping on her finger, his ring, his now very much light pink ring and oh no.

He must have had a wide-eyed panicked face because Marinette’s expression suddenly turned apologetic.

“O-oh no, Adrien I’m sorry it was a joke I—wait. Wasn’t it sliver before?”

“I—” ...what? What could he reply to that? ‘I was so sure it was silver before too, Marinette! Wow we must both be colour blind, funny right?’ or ‘It’s a magic ring that changes colour depending on your mood! You know, the cheap ones you buy in tourist shops? Oh, why is it always silver for me? Because it’s as grey as my mood, courtesy of my dad, nothing to worry about!’

(Maybe this one excuse could work, all things considered).

But before he could voice any of it, Marinette frowned.

“Wait a minute. I’ve seen this somewhere before.”

Adrien startled. “You—you have?”

She took a sharp intake of breath and turned her gaze away from his ring to stare right at his face, an unspoken “no way” drawing at her lips that Adrien didn’t know what to make of.

She brought a tentative hand to his face, grazing it but not touching it, as if afraid something would change if she did.

Adrien didn’t dare move nor speak during all this time, in a way hypnotised by her actions and in another not knowing how to react to this turn of events.

She cast a furtive glance behind her, then took a sharp intake of breath and looked straight into his eyes.

“Plagg,” she murmured—and if Adrien’s eyes weren’t wide before, they definitely were now— “claws out.”

If he had had inspiration to think, and more importantly, to act, Adrien should probably have snatched the ring back from her hands the moment he had realised she had taken it.

But Adrien had panicked and Adrien wasn’t known to act smartly when panicked.

Now all he could do was watch and gape helplessly as his girlfriend transformed right in front of his eyes and looked like—

“Eeeeeh?”

She looked like Marinette. With the black cat miraculous.

...Ladybug. With the black cat miraculous.

He blinked. She blinked.

Oh.

It was her, wasn’t it?

He didn’t know if he was breathing too hard, or not at all; if he was hallucinating—dreaming—or not.

They kept staring at each other silently, though Adrien had no idea for how long—not that he cared about time at that moment.

Even if he hadn’t been expecting Marinette to transform right after stealing his ring, Adrien had even less been prepared to see a familiar masked face in her place. One that he had seen only once, and that his brain was still struggling to realise and piece.

But the image it was slowly coming with was one of the happiest he’d seen.

“Um,” he finally managed to speak, “kiss me again?”

With eyes still incredulously wide, and a fierce blush spreading on her cheeks, she yanked him by the collar and did just that. Hard.

[emsylcatac]

Hi! Can you do 😂💖🤷‍♀️😊🙂 post reveal ladynoir? (I know it’s not a character so you don’t have to if you don’t want to lol)

You’re asking me post-reveal Ladynoir so I raise you post-reveal pre-relationship Ladynoir because I’m absolute trash for that wdxfcg

[Edit: Thanks @botherkupo for beta-reading ♥]

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Something was different about Ladybug. Marinette. It was subtle, but Adrien knew her well enough now to be able to tell that something was not quite the same anymore.

Sure, they knew each other’s identities now. And sure, it had been a little awkward the first few weeks. But Adrien felt that they were back to being in sync. They were back to bantering and joking, back to comforting and supporting each other. And yes, their dynamic had slightly shifted now, especially outside of the mask, but it wasn’t what Adrien thought was different about her.

Because she was the same Ladybug, after all. Fierce, brave, focused, witty, smart, unbelievably stubborn… She still fought the same way, and she still strategised and handled akumas the same way.

But…

Adrien arrived on the roof they had decided to meet up on for the evening’s patrol. She was already there, sitting at the edge and dangling her feet above the ground. Usually, he was the one who was there first.

She perked up when he landed and rushed to approach him, half-walking and half-bouncing.

“I brought croissants!” she said, grinning at him.

Adrien sighed happily. “You’re the best, Buguinette, you know that?”

She wiggled on the spot at the praise, giggled, and then brought a hand to her mouth, biting her fingers. “Only the best for the best!”

“You think I’m the best, too? I’m flattered!”

“I think you’re the best of dorks, yes.”

They both laughed at that before sitting down and taking a pastry each.

They kept silent, munching on their croissants. Adrien looked over at the city, all sparkling with lights. It was beautiful. He turned his head to look at Marinette and—she was looking at him, smiling affectionately. She startled when she realised that he was watching her now, bit her lip, and looked at her hands. Her smile didn’t leave her face, though.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

She shrugged, still focused on her hands. “Nothing.”

She then raised her eyes to his, her smile turning shy and a light blush covering her cheeks. Adrien allowed himself to get lost in her eyes for a few seconds. She seemed to be doing the same, until she shook her head and stood up.

“Shall we start?” she asked.

“That we shall.”

He took off right after her and let her take the lead—as always. Adrien let his mind wander while watching her jump from roof to roof, stopping, looking around and moving again.

Was she laughing at his jokes before? Yes, if he did them outside of a fight, he was sure that she was. Probably. But she was giggling at them now.

She did smile secretly, shyly, but also a little proudly when he complimented her before, right? Right? But was she biting her lip and blushing every time, too?

Did she pet his cat ears as much as she did nowadays before? Or did she used to look at him, really look at him, when they just hung out in the suit? Because she was now, or he thought she was. Wasn’t she?

They arrived back at the roof where they had met.

“Well,” Marinette said, “that went alright.”

Adrien nodded and then grimaced “I’d love to stay, but I have things awaiting me at home.” He picked up her hand and brought it to his lips, as he often did when they parted. “Until then, my Lady.” He dropped a kiss on it, lingering a little longer than usual.

She let him do it. Let him take his time, almost pressing her hand to his mouth herself. He could feel her hand slightly squeezing his, too. Did she do that before when he kissed her hand?

Adrien wasn’t certain of anything anymore. He didn’t know when “before” was and when he realised there was a before. But one thing was sure, there was a something about her that now was—

“Um. I…See you tomorrow, my…Um…my prince.”

She whispered the last word so very low before raising on her tiptoes and dropping a hesitant kiss on his cheek.

Yeah. Different.

[emsylcatac]

I've been loving your emoji fics so much!!! If you're still accepting prompts... can I request 😍😘😲💋🤯 for ladrien? Thanks!

Aaah your ask have been sitting in my inbox for more than a month now & I finally had time to get down to it! I hope you’ll like it!

Thanks so much 🥺and thanks for commenting lots of my little fics, it’s always so nice!!

Also this is the last of my emoji fics stories, so thanks to everyone who sent some and everyone who supported these! I wouldn’t have started nor continued to write if it were not for all the sweet & positive feedbacks I’ve gotten!!

Thanks @jattendschaton for beta-reading ♥

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“Could you put this lipstick on me?”

Adrien sputtered as Marinette, already suited up in her Ladybug costume, handed him the red lipstick.

They sat on her bed, face to face, and if she thought he could stare at her lips long enough to paint them red without doing a terrible job at what she was asking of him, she was either very optimistic or very stupid.

Or very oblivious to his inner turmoil. She didn’t know he was Chat Noir, after all. She didn’t know how utterly in love with her he was.

He slowly took the lipstick from her hands as she closed her eyes and puckered her lips, waiting.

He gulped. Uncapped it. And stared.

How many times had he dreamt of Ladybug making this exact face in front of him? The answer: far too many. But usually she was waiting for his lips to be pressed onto hers instead of some red lipstick.

Adrien had never wished to be a lipstick more than in that very moment. Glaring at it, he rolled the tube and approached her waiting lips.

He brought a trembling hand to her cheek to steady his movement. His head was going to explode at any moment.

But just as he was about to colour her lips red, he chickened out.

“Why don’t you do it yourself? I’m, um...not sure that I would do a good job.” He scratched the back of his neck and looked away from her, biting his lip.

“I’m sure you can,” Marinette assured. She took the lipstick back from his hand. “But if you prefer, I’ll do it.”

He looked back at her to see her smiling. It was unfair how adorable she looked—she didn’t need lipstick to make his heart race.

“Sorry,” he mumbled instead of telling her just that.

“Don’t be. Now close your eyes, please.”

He did as he was told, not even questioning why he had to close his eyes when she was putting lipstick on herself. No matter how little sense it made, if it was what she needed of him, he would do it—just like he would follow her every instruction as Chat Noir.

He first felt the tips of delicate fingers on his cheek, barely touching him.

Then, something came to gently trace his lips— not the cool touch of her skin, but the gentle stroke of something smooth and sticky. His curiosity begged him to open his eyes, but he fought back the urge: she hadn’t asked him to yet.

And suddenly, he felt her breath on his mouth, hot air warming his lips, the only warning that she was close to him before he felt the soft pressure of her lips on his.

He numbly stayed there, unmoving. Trying to understand if what he thought was happening really was happening.

She pressed her mouth firmly against his once, not more than a second, and then she was gone.

Adrien opened his eyes and stared at her, gaping. If he thought she was adorable before, it was nothing compared to seeing Ladybug, red with lipstick smudged all over her mouth, looking at him shyly with rosy cheeks.

“See?” she murmured. “I told you you could do it.”

“Do what?” he asked stupidly, all thoughts having left his head except for what was left of the sensation of her lips on his.

“Put some lipstick on me.”

He nodded dumbly. She was praising him for his makeup skills, right? He guessed it was a good thing.

(Her lips were red. She had kissed him.)

He absentmindedly touched his own with a finger. The skin felt a little sticky.

“Well,” she slowly got up from the bed, and played with one of her pigtails. “So. Not to, um, throw you out of my house or anything, but I have to go. Patrol, superhero duty, all of that.”

“Oh. Um, sure. Yeah, you do that. And I, um, go.” Adrien gestured awkwardly towards her trapdoor. “Yeah. Going. That’s what I do.”

“Yes. Thank you for helping me. It was nice.”

“Very nice, indeed, yes. And, uh, anytime,” he nodded quickly. “But, um...why did you want to wear lipstick now if you’re just going to patrol?”

She threw him a secret smile and winked. “Because red goes with my costume.”

[emsylcatac]

ask her (me) out

Summary

When Marinette accidentally discovers Chat Noir’s identity along with Alya (and after a good week of freak out on Marinette’s part), she becomes extremely invested in Ladybug and Chat Noir’s love life. She now is a woman on a mission: to persuade Adrien that he has to ask Ladybug out on a date.

A noble cause for which things—that Marinette should have really expected, considering her track-record—don’t quite go according to plan.

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@ladyofthenoodle happy very late tocuspoge ♥︎ I was your secret Tikki and I'm super glad I got you! I'm sorry it took so long

A big thank you to Lisa for beta-reading ♥︎

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“I’m not asking Ladybug out.”

Marinette creases her eyes, a pout on her lips, and mimics Adrien’s crossed arms from her position on his bed.

Well. That won’t do.

“And what does it cost you to try?”

Adrien sighs, uncrosses his arms and puts an exaggerated finger on his lips. “Hmmm… let’s see... Pain, the embarrassment of being rejected again, and probably a yoyo to the head,” he ticks a finger for each argument. “And I’ve lost enough brain cells as it is, so I’d like to keep my remaining ones intact for the maths test on Friday, thank you very much.”

Marinette purses her lips and taps them in a rapid rhythm with a finger. Cool motives, she thinks as he crosses his arms again, his eyes defying her to refute his arguments. Still murder.

Of her heart, certainly, but a murder nonetheless.

“What if…,” he raises an unimpressed brow, “...you asked her out as Adrien instead of Chat Noir?”

Adrien’s eyes widen comically at her innocent suggestion, as if she has just spilled the craziest idea he has heard from her yet. Which, granted—she just has. “Marinette, no offense but are you insane?!”

She bites down the ‘yes, insanely in love with you’ threatening to come out of her mouth.

Instead, she shrugs. “Maybe a little.” The ‘Don’t you like that in a woman?’ is also forcefully kept silent.

“But picture this,” she raises two fingers before he can intervene and change the important matter at hand. “Ladybug swinging into your room, a bouquet of roses in her hand. She walks up to you, drops a kiss on your forehead, and slowly takes your delicate hand in hers and she…” she gasps, putting her hands on her cheeks, the images of the fantasy she’s creating coming one after the other, “and she kisses the back of it, which is nicer than when you do it as Chat Noir by the way because she can actually feel your skin.”

She doesn’t know if he pictures it, but she very much does and has to pause to catch a breath, feeling her cheeks heating up at a consterning speed under her palms. Adrien’s face has taken on a lovely shade of pink, and he’s biting hard on his lower lip and—

...She really, really needs him to just ask her out already.

She swallows the urge to bite it herself and ask if a bug had caught his lip — if at the end of it all she manages to at least get the cat to have her tongue, she would consider herself extremely lucky.

“Then,” she goes on, “she could carry you at dusk, when no one’s looking, and swing to a high secluded post with a view of all of Paris and the illuminated Eiffel Tower. It would be so romantic and magical. And since you wouldn’t be transformed, you’d have to stay close to her and let her hold you in case you fall and—”

“Marinette,” and really, does he have to interrupt her when she’s about to get to the good bits, “not that I would...mind, because I honestly would not, in fact I’ve thought about it too once… or twice….or….” he giggles nervously, a hand coming to caress the back of his neck. “But realistically, I doubt Ladybug would agree to date a civilian.”

That’s technically true, but Adrien is no ordinary civilian, hell, he’s no civilian at all.

Which means that Ladybug would probably agree to go on a date with him. She would know—she’s Ladybug.

“Well,” she reasons, “you won’t know until you try.”

Adrien stares at Marinette. Marinette stares back at him. A few seconds pass, in which she squints hard at him and tries to convey to him all of her convincing powers.

“I don’t know…,” he finally heaves a sigh, and her hopes dissipate with it, “I’ve tried so hard and so many times that I… that I’ve kind of come to lose hope, you know?”

He gives a nonchalant shrug, a disheartened smile on his lips. Marinette’s heart goes for him, even more so since she knows perfectly well how he feels. But discovering his identity had renewed all her hopes, jostled her feelings and made her fall for him all over again.

“I think I should just… give up and keep on moving o—”

“Certainly not,” she shouts, suddenly getting up from the bed in her outrage at this terrible, terrible idea. She almost feels bad for startling Adrien but her love life—their love life—is at stake, and its fate rests solely on her persuasiveness. A startled kitty is only a small sacrifice for their happily ever after in comparison.

She marches right up to him, and he suddenly looks very small despite being half a head taller than her, and she grabs his shoulders, looking him straight into the eyes. “It’s obvious that you and Ladybug are meant for each other! The way you trust each other in battle, the way you look at each other, it’s all so clear!”

She shakes him with each word, because she’s that desperate, and she’s almost nose-to-nose with him now and it’s a beautiful sight, the way his pupils shrink, his lips part slightly, and his cheeks darken…

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice interrupts, causing both Marinette and Adrien’s heads to snap toward the door, “I was with Nino busy playing, uh, Super-Pinguino…” Alya trails off, having just entered the room and taking in the scene before her. “...Which it... looks like you two were about to play as well...”

Marinette drops Adrien’s shoulders at once, raising her hands up, which is a solid proof that nothing’s been happening at all, and starts giggling nervously—another sign that truly, nothing’s been happening at all. “Aaaalya we were just waiting for you to start!”

“And we weren’t about to play that game, I don’t have it downloaded on my phone” Adrien, bless him and his innocent heart, chuckles.

Alya’s eyes darts from him to Marinette. “Then what...were you…”

“Nothing!” Marinette cuts, waving her hands in the air, just when Adrien, unbless him, says “she wanted me to ask Ladybug out!”

Alya’s eyes bulge out of their sockets. She raises her eyebrows at Marinette, who can almost hear her yelling “Are you insane?” into her ear. Marinette only shrugs sheepishly in reply. Sure, she’s insane—insanely in love with him, that is!

Without breaking (judgmental, incredulous, terrifying) eye contact with Marinette, Alya walks up towards Adrien’s desk, drops her school bag on the floor, and finally looks up to Adrien instead with a hand on her hip.

“Before we start to work on the history project—”

“—Please don’t tell me you too want to set me up with Ladybug,” Adrien cuts her with jointed hands, to which Alya pushes a finger on his lips to silence him with a ‘shhhh’.

“Before we start to work on the project,” she repeats, “we’re gonna find the best way for you,” she takes her finger off his lips and pokes at his chest, “to ask your Lady-love out.”

Marinette can’t contain the squeal that escapes her as all the love she carries for her best friend explodes, and she hurries to hug her from behind, resting her head on Alya’s right shoulder. Adrien groans and plops on his chair, and she can’t help but flash him a toothy victorious smile.

“You owe me three croissants and a whole box of lime macarons,” Alya whispers to her through gritted teeth. Marinette giggles and nods in her shoulder for an answer — she’ll give her all of that and more if she wants to.

“Well,” Adrien sighs and gestures towards his bed, “make yourself at home.”

Alya sits criss-crossed on his bed, while Marinette hugs her knees — she’ll need something to hold on to in case he agrees to whatever plan they’ll make.

“So,” Alya claps her hands together when they’re both comfortably installed, facing Adrien, “you don’t seem to want to ask Ladybug out. Your reasons?”

He sighs again. “I’ve tried so much in the past, and after our recent, um... miscommunication problems, I don’t think it’d be really welcomed to push further. Plus,” he adds bitterly, “it’s not like it ever worked anyway.”

Alya hums thoughtfully. “Good points,” she says, as Marinette’s head almost snaps towards her in betrayal, “but have you considered that...you haven’t used the right methods?”

Marinette breathes a sigh of relief. Alya will still get her macarons.

Adrien frowns. “The right methods?”

“The right methods,” Alya nods. “And you’re in luck! See,” she wraps an arm around Marinette who smiles, “we’re girls. We know exactly what makes girls swoon and I can guarantee you that with our foolproof plan, Ladybug will be in your arms in no time.”

Adrien doesn’t look convinced, so Marinette decides it’s her time to intervene. “I’ve seen the way she’s been looking at you recently. She’s totally in love! I bet if you asked her out she’d kiss you right awa—”

“Then if she’s sooo in love with me as you say, shouldn’t she be the one to ask me out then?” Adrien grumbles. “Plus, recently she’s been looking at me more weirdly than lovingly” he adds, making Marinette internally wince. She thought she had been more subtle than that after she and Alya accidentally discovered his identity.

“Oh yeah,” Alya chimes in, “I agree with you that if Ladybug wasn’t such a coward, you wouldn’t have to do all the work and I would certainly not need to—ouch!”

Marinette elbows her in the ribs violently, sending her a glare. “What Alya is trying to say is that maybe Ladybug thinks you don’t love her anymore and doesn’t dare to make a move?”

As she blinks up at Adrien, she realises that it’s something she’s more afraid of than she had thought. He’d said he was planning on giving up, right? What if he already has?

“Which we know isn’t true so there’s nothing for her to worry about,” Alya interrupts her train of thoughts with some pats on her head, stopping her from spiralling any further but also not letting Adrien a chance to confirm or deny her fears.

“As it is,” she carries on, “we don’t have all afternoon and we have a history presentation to work on, so chop chop, let’s come up with the perfect plan for operation: asking Ladybug out.”

Adrien sighs. “You won’t drop it until I ask her out, will you?”

Marinette and Alya both shake their heads.

“Sorry, Kitty-cat, but this one,” Alya points at a stupidly grinning Marinette with her thumb, “is more stubborn than me when she wants to, and that’s saying something.”

“Well,” he relents, “don’t be surprised if next time I see you I whine about how much of a failure my love life is.”

“Better whining to them than to me,” Plagg’s voice quips from behind the giant wheel of camembert on the desk he was dozing on earlier, making the three of them jump at the reminder of his presence.

“And it won’t be a failure,” Marinette says confidently. “I promise.”

─── ·❃· ───

“This is going to be so romantic,” Marinette gushes, rummaging through her drawer.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she can see the kwamis chasing each other, probably engrossed in yet another game of tag-wami.

“He was also very smart. I thought having someone throwing rose petals above us would be good, but he’s right! It would be way less intimate if someone else is here. Oh,” she picks a silver necklace and holds it in front of her, “what do you think of this one, Alya? It would go well with my costume.”

“Marinette, I don’t think—”

“No, you’re right,” she continues, tossing the piece of jewellery in the back of the drawer, “wearing a necklace would make it too obvious that I know something’s going to happen and I have to act surprised.”

“That’s not—”

“I probably shouldn’t go overboard with my makeup, how about… this gloss?” she asks, pulling out a light-pink tube with glitters from another drawer. “Oh! And I need some perfume too! I hope the transformation won’t hide it though. Maybe I can—”

“Marinette!” Alya finally shouts, effectively silencing her overactive best friend. “Listen. I know you’re super excited for it, and I’m reeeeally happy for you, but don’t you think you’re looking at this whole ordeal the wrong way?”

Marinette blinks. “What do you mean?”

“Weeeell,” Alya clasps her hands together, “don’t you think there’s a more...ah...obvious…way for you to get your kiss?”

“...Drawing arrows pointing at my lips on each cheek?”

“Drawing—no!” Alya shakes her head. “I meant confessing yourself to him instead of trying to get him to confess to you, which may I add, the poor boy looked frightened at the prospect of having to try again.”

“But I can’t just do that!” Marinette retorts.

“Why not?”

“Because he—it—he’s... he’s Adrien with cat ears,” she says, as if it explained everything, “how am I supposed to handle that without stumbling over my words?”

Alya’s eyebrows shot high on her forehead as she looks at her. “Seriously,” she breathes.

Marinette nods. Alya drops on the desk chair with a heavy sigh, and slowly shakes her head at her best friend. “Oh, Marinette. What am I going to do with you?”

Marinette just grins at her sheepishly, shrugging.

Alya presses her fingers to her forehead between her eyes. “Remind me why you didn’t reveal your identity to him again?”

That she knows. “Panic. It was definitely panic.”

Panic that she had needed a week to get under control. Discovering that her cat crime-fighting partner was also her very much human drop-dead-gorgeous school crush had that kind of effect on her.

Alya ums, the kind of judgmental hum best friends do when they find their best friends a little stupid. Marinette suspects that Alya finds her a lot stupid, and she’s tempted to agree. She won’t, though, because her pride still wins in this situation, no matter how correct Alya is. “And now,” Alya drawls, “why don’t you reveal your identity to him now?”

“Oh, I will,” she grins. “Once he asked me out and I said yes and we’ve kissed at least sixteen times.”

“But not before?”

Marinette wildly shakes her head. “Not before. I’m insane but I’m not crazy!”

Alya frowns. “Why not? Don’t tell me you’re afraid he’ll be disappointed it’s you and won’t want to ask you out after he knows?”

“Disappointed? Why would I think he’d be disappointed it’s me?” She starts pacing, makes one, two circles, then stops in front of Alya. “We’re friends with and without the mask! If anything, he’s gonna be ecstatic and so smug that we already know each other! He’ll be all sniggering like ‘honhonhon my Lady, I told you so, wasn’t I so smart Bugaboo,’” she says in a weak imitation of Adrien’s voice, using her right hand as a speaker. “And I’ll have to be like ‘oh, of course Chaton, you have such a big brain even if it pains me to admit it to your beautiful kissable face! By the way, you were also right about us being meant for each other, because guess what? Turns out I’ve been in love with you all along! Ha ha ha!’”, her left hand answers the Adrien-hand in a high pitched voice.

Alya giggles, and Marinette wants to laugh with her because this is all ridiculous, except she’s annoyed at imaginary smug Adrien-hand in his cat costume, so she gives her a deadpan look instead. “Well, at least it would have the benefit of you confessing to him.”

Marinette grabs her closest pillow and throws it at her. Alya just catches it with a laugh, not even looking threatened.

“Seriously though,” she says once she’s calmed down, “I think you should reveal first.”

“But then he’ll know I made plans for him to ask me out!” Marinette groans. “I mean, alright. He’ll know I did once I reveal myself but at least we’ll be able to laugh it off together as a joke. But if I reveal first…” her voice drops, shy to her admission. “...He’ll know I’m in love with him before I can make sure he’s still in love with me.”

Alya blinks. “Isn’t he still? Isn’t that what he said?”

Marinette shakes her head, her pigtails slapping her face with the movement. “Before you arrived. He said he wanted to move on. Or needed to. And I can’t—” she takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I can’t lose him.”

“Oh, Marinette,” Alya stands up to hug her. “Believe me, you won’t. You mean the world to him.”

She can only hope that Alya is right.

[emsylcatac]

⛄☘️🍃☺️🌺 with ladynoir?

Oooooh I like this!!! I tried something fun here I hope aha

[Edit: thank you @rosekasa for beta-reading it ♥]

* * * * *

Winter.

Ladybug watches the city donning its white mantle as the first snow of the season finally falls. It doesn’t snow every year in winter in Paris, but this year it did. The last time she saw the city covered in white, he was, too; the last time it was this cold, he was, too. She shivers, as much from the freezing breeze that prickles her skin as from the frightening memory. Never again. Never again, never again, never again.

But just as the first tear threatens to drop from her eye and crystalise into a snowflake on her cheek, just as she pictures the icy blue of his eyes as the only colour in a world of white, she hears his laugh.

Warm, happy, alive.

Free.

And it’s black that greets her when she turns her head, a dancing flame in this sea of white and cold. It’s in black that he lets himself fall into the snow, only to leave an angel in his place.

And it’s with a smile on his face that he comes towards her, shaking his head and letting the remainder of snow fall from his hair. Blond, not white.

“Hey. Let’s build a snow-moth-man and throw snowballs at his face.”

And just like that, she forgets about the freezing cold of winter and the whiteness of world’s end. Because cold can be warm and winter can be a beginning, too. So she smiles back at him, and takes his hand.

*

Spring.

Resurgence—or the start of something new. What exactly, Ladybug doesn’t know yet. She lets herself be lulled by the sound of the birds that have started singing outside with the arrival of the brighter days, and waits without waiting to see what spring has in store for her.

The wind is gentle, caressing her skin and bringing a bit of fresh air that clashes with the warmth of the sun. She takes her time to enjoy it, because spring’s weather is unpredictable. Just like he is. It could rain soon, soft drizzle or downpour; just like his cheeks could be wet, soon. But she has never hated the rain. She has always embraced it, accepted it, and let it wash the dirt away.

“I made flower crowns, my Lady! One for you, and one for me!”

Ladybug giggles, and lets him put the crown on her head. She looks at him, and stretches an arm towards his face to replace a strand of hair sticking out of his own flowers crown. He looks cute, like that — carefree, happiness radiating from him. He brings warmth; but where the sun’s is on her skin, she feels his in her heart.

And just as she watches in wonder the blooming of the first spring flowers, the work of both rain and sunbeams’ warmth, she unknowingly lets this feeling grow and bloom inside of her, too.

*

Summer.

The heat it brings is unbearable. Her feelings are unbearable. She shouldn’t have let them creep up to  her. She should have noticed and stopped them when there was still time.

But summer comes fast and unannounced, seeping into the remainder of spring’s cool air and exploding with uncontrollable warmth.

“Finding someone like you is like finding a four-leaf clover in a field of three-leaf ones. I’m very lucky to have met you, Ladybug.”

And it shouldn’t make her cheeks heat up as much as it does, but she cannot control it and she knows the sun isn’t responsible for their redness.

They’re heroes, she repeats herself. She can’t give into her feelings. She must resist and resist and certainly not let herself—

*

Fall.

Funny how the warmest colours are seen while nature falls sleep. Just like sunsets, after all. She can feel warmth and calmness in her heart. It’s a striking contrast with the weather usually accompanying the season.

Sun steps aside to let the rain fall instead. But it’s in the rain that she fell in love for the first time in her life, and it’s in the rain that she’ll accept that she is in love, again.

Ladybug takes a deep breath, feeling the colder wind refreshing her skin and clearing her mind. After fighting so hard against her feelings, it’s a relief to finally make peace with and embrace them.

And so, as she watches him pile up leaves, ready to kick the newly-formed heap to make them scatter and fly around, she runs to him and tackles him into it. She lets herself fall with him, in the smooth pile of leaves, laughter echoing from the both of them.

Just like the leaf that fought to stay on the branch all summer, just like the last red leaf that has resisted for far too long and finally falls to the ground, Ladybug gives in, too.

When she looks down on him, pinned under her on his pile of warm-coloured leaves, she smiles, cheeks red from both the cold and the proximity. And under the cold, drizzly rain, she brings her face even closer to his and finally allows herself to warm her lips with his—and fall.

[emsylcatac]

“You’re pretty”

Summary

“You’re pretty, Marinette.”

He says it casually, just like that. He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He says it as a fact, some unquestionable fact, and Marinette truly forgets how to breath this time.

Because his words hold such warmth and love and tenderness she’s not quite sure how to respond.

You’re pretty, Marinette. It sounds true to her ears just because of the way he says it. She isn’t even sure she ever wondered if Adrien found her pretty before.

But he does.

Read it on AO3

For @rosekasa following this post ♥

(Hope the English is alright, I wasn’t beta-read!)

* * * * *

“Could you pass a hair clamp on to me, please?”

Marinette tries to ignore the feeling of his arm against her as his hand appears in front of her. She swallows, once, praying he wouldn’t hear the sound.

“Sure,” she half-speaks as she reaches forward for the clamp and drops it in his open palm, careful not to brush his skin with hers.

He doesn’t seem to notice her nervousness as he thanks her enthusiastically, and she can see him clamping a handful of her hair in the mirror in front of her just as she can sense his hands running through them. It’s just hair, Marinette thinks, she shouldn’t feel more than something pulling at her scalp yet his touch travels through her entirely.

She sees Adrien bending to grasp the curling iron, before he takes a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“Tell me if it’s too hot or if I’m burning you,” his breath says on her neck.

Oh, it is too hot and Marinette feels her cheeks burning, and she can only hope the mirror won’t betray her. However, she can’t exactly tell him that.

“Okay,” she barely whispers.

She watches how Adrien skillfully rolls her hair around the iron, and waits a few seconds before releasing it all in a beautiful and perfect curl. Marinette resists the urge to pull on it and feel it bounce, not wanting to destroy his work or worse—brushing her finger with his.

Adrien then grabs a second strand of hair and repeats the same gestures as before, modeling a new curl to accompany the previous one, then a third, and a forth. She watches him do in silence, wondering how many times he’s done it before, when and with who.

She could ask him. She could. But she doesn’t know how to break the silence that is starting to weigh upon her.

When Adrien releases yet another curl, Marinette straightens up a little. She gives herself a pep-look in the mirror, and starts to count to five. At five, she’ll ask him the question.

One. Two. Three.

Adrien detaches her hair only to clamp some other on the top of her head, once again letting her feel his hands sending shivers on her scalp.

Five comes all too soon and Marinette takes a deep breath and holds it for one, two, five seconds before releasing it in a sigh as she chickens out, again.

She glances at Adrien to see him poking his tongue out in concentration and presses her lips in a thin line. She’ll count to ten this time, and at ten, she’ll talk. For real.

Adrien starts humming a song she doesn’t recognise, and she almost forgets her counting until he seems to realise what he’s doing and suddenly stops. She wishes he had continued as she thinks nine, ten and—

“Where did you learn to do that?”

She feels a little proud when Adrien smiles in the mirror, and a little relieved as the tension slowly eases up.

“With modelling, there’s all sorts of hairdressers around to prepare the models. I like watching them work, it’s weirdly fascinating,” he says. She wonders why it was so hard to ask him that. “One day, I asked this one who had looooong hair—her name was Cécile—if she could teach me how to do it. She just gave me the iron and sat on a chair and let me play with her hair how I wished.” He chuckles and shakes his head, as if recalling an old joke. “Let’s say it looked easier than it was. But she let me try again the day after, and the day after… Until I got the hang of it.” He shrugs with a smile, a little proud but a little shy at the same time.

“That’s amazing,” she comments, finding herself gaining confidence. “She sounds really nice.”

“She was,” Adrien enthuses. “It’s too bad she had to move in the south. But I suppose that’s how it is.”

Marinette nods, not knowing what else to add.

Adrien resumes his work on her hair, clamping and unclamping them then and there as he goes.

As the silence settles again, Marinette finds her mouth speaking against her own will. “You can sing again if you want. I don’t mind.”

Her eyes widdens comically in the mirror as she realises what she’s said, and Adrien startles and looks at her in the reflection. “You...you don’t?”

“I...no,” she finds herself saying. “I like...I like it.”

She’s rewarded with a bright smile, and a foreign kind of glint in his eyes as he answers. “Thanks. But you should sing with me too.”

He doesn’t let her the time to protest as he starts humming a popular song she knows she heard on the radio but can’t remember the name of.

When he glances at her insistently in the mirror, she understands he’s waiting for her. Shyly, she joins in the humming, mindful to not be louder than he was.

He seems satisfied as he smiles, resuming curling her hair. His voice reverberates in her body and chest as he hums close to her ear, and she lets her eyes close to enjoy the sound and the feel of him caressing her hair.

All too soon, his humming trails off and he turns the iron off and unplugs it before putting it back on its stand.

“Psssst, Marinette,” he whispers, prompting her eyes to open. “Do you also hum English songs when you don’t know the lyrics?”

She giggles. “Yes. But don’t tell anyone,” she whispers back.

She feels him chuckles as much as she hears him. “Me too. Otherwise I pretend I know the words but really I’m singing nonsense. Only when I’m alone with my piano, though.”

She is about to answer him back when she feels his hands in her hair, closer than before and her face promptly catches fire. She watches hypnotised as he runs his fingers through them, readjusting some rebel strands as he pleases, ruffling them so they look a little bit wilder and a little less polished. He smiles as he goes in the mirror, seemingly satisfied with whatever it is he’s making of her hair. She knows she’s gaping but she doesn’t bother to close her mouth.

Then, slowly, Adrien untangles his hands from her hair and let them come to rest on her shoulders instead. She sees his face coming next to hers on her left, his hair tingling her cheek and neck and she has to remember what it’s like to breath again. She wonders if he can see her eyes glued to him instead of herself, but if he does he doesn’t acknowledge it as he smiles tenderly at her reflection.

“You’re pretty, Marinette.”

He says it casually, just like that. He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He says it as a fact, some unquestionable fact, and Marinette truly forgets how to breath this time.

Because his words hold such warmth and love and tenderness she’s not quite sure how to respond.

You’re pretty, Marinette. It sounds true to her ears just because of the way he says it. She isn’t even sure she ever wondered if Adrien found her pretty before.

But he does.

“Don’t you agree?” he goes on, unaware of the effects he has on her. He squeezes her shoulders once as he says it, and Marinette wishes his hands could stay here forever, with the sound of his voice oh so close to her ear. It makes her want to be held closer by him and to hide from him at the same time, a weird mixture of sensations she can only dream to begin to understand.

It’s an easy question and a simple touch, and yet it makes her lose all her resteint.

“I...sure? Maybe?”

She hears him smile. He brings his hands around her face, with only the tips of his fingers touching her cheeks and jaw, a soft pressure she can barely sense. He tilts her head up, gently asking her to look at herself this time, to really look at herself.

“It’s not maybe, Marinette. You are.”

And he could have spoken loud and enthusiastically, but Adrien chose to murmur his words instead. He delivers them with such an admiration that Marinette feels, at this very moment, that she is falling in love with him. It makes her wonder how much more in love can someone be and how much place there’s in her heart to contain all of it.

Seeing her reflection being in love, she finds herself agreeing with him.

“I’m pretty,” she whispers.

Adrien grins at that. “You know what else is pretty?”

She bits back the ‘you’ she wants to say, and settles o a questioning frown instead.

Adrien’s fingers delicately slide from her face to her neck and hover above it, barely touching her skin. “Your smile,” he adds in a breath.

She barely has the time to gasp at hearing him speaking with a raw honesty she envies that she feels his fingers tickling her neck and squeals as a first laugh escapes her.

Adrien bursts into laughter, and decides to attack her ribs instead. She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, to turn around to face him as himself and not as his mirrored-self, but it’s too late; she managed to catch her smile and he just proved to her that she’s pretty, all carefree and joy spilling from her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she tells him once they’ve both calmed down.

“You’re welcome.” He frowns. “I didn’t even ask you if you liked your hair.”

She turns to the mirror, and runs a hand through her now messy, wild curls, repeating the motion his hands had done in her hair earlier and smiles.

“I love them.”

[emsylcatac]

😻😸💗😿☺️ love square (these emojis seem to lend themselves to Ladrien but I'm not picky)

Aha the whole lovesquare it is then ;) Gonna go with the “4 times + 1″ cliché trope here with “4 times Marinette/Ladybug almost told Adrien/Chat Noir she loved him and the one time she did”.

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1. 😿 

Chat Noir was crying. Ladybug didn’t know why she found it as shocking as she did. Maybe it was because she had technically never seen him cry before; maybe it was because the only time she did, he was covered in white. Or maybe it was simply that the idea of her partner looking so broken was foreign and almost unfathomable to her. He usually was her support; now she felt that she had to be his for once.

She sat down next to him and put gently an arm around his shoulder so he wouldn’t be startled by her presence. She couldn’t ask him what was wrong, not yet. Not when their identities were still a secret. ‘I love you’ she wanted to tell him. But she knew she couldn’t; she feared he might not take it in the way she meant it.

“You’re important to me, you know.” is what she said instead.

* * *

2. 💗

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. Her heart was pounding fast in her chest as she hold Adrien, taking him further and further away from the akuma as fast as her yoyo could allow. “Are you alright?” she asked him as his grip tightened around her neck and she could feel his breath so close to her ear.

“Hmm” he answered in an affirmative sound. She thought she would get used to carrying Adrien in her arms as Ladybug after all the times it happened, but the erratic beating of her heart was telling her otherwise. Once she felt that they were far enough, she dropped him gently on the ground.

“Thanks my La– Ladybug!” he said with a small smile.

“Of course!” she answered. “Go hiding somewhere and be careful, you’re important to me.” she said, trying hard not to let the blush on her cheeks be seen.

“I am?” he asked while tilting his head slightly, a small blush covering his cheeks that he couldn’t hide, and oh no – he was adorable.

“I… Yeah” she stammered. “I love yooo– aaaaALL the citizens in Paris of course!” she caught herself on time. He seemed to buy her answer and gave her a small nod of the head before disappearing – probably to hide somewhere as she asked him to do.

* * *

3. 😸

Chat Noir was still grinning. He and Marinette were trying to recover from an uncontrollable fit of laughter they just shared. They had learned each other’s identities earlier that day and everything was a mess in their head – at least in hers.

Which was why she had asked him to come once he would be done with his homework to talk about it. It was awkward, neither knew what to say, and they couldn’t look in each other’s eyes for more than 2 seconds (not that she counted in her head). At least he seemed to be overall more at ease than she was. 

Until they started sharing stories of all the times they most likely failed to recognise the other and ridiculous attempts and excuses to transform. Which led them to this moment, the both of them laughing louder than the other, awkwardness momentarily forgotten.

“And then Plagg thought it was his precious camembert and stuck his head in the bracelet - don’t ask me how he did it!” Chat Noir was retelling and they were back into giggling again.

While she watched him laugh and laugh, she couldn’t help but start to merge the two boys together. ‘I love you so much’ she thought while she caught one of his smile radiating happiness. She startled a bit at the thought but found it was right. However, it was too early to let him know now. They were barely adjusting to each other. So Marinette let the thought go wander somewhere else in the back of her mind, smiling at the prospect of it blossoming more and more in the near future to come.

* * *

4. ☺️

“Careful where you put your feet!” Adrien chuckled while holding Marinette in place.

She was so engrossed in their conversation that she hadn’t seen the basket ball forgotten in the middle of the playground and tripped on it. Naturally, Adrien caught her in time before she would hit the ground.

“Thank you.”, she told him with a small smile once she was back steadily on her feet. He chuckled again while taking her hand and starting to walk towards the school exist.

“Of course!” he replied with a soft smile and an almost imperceptible blush gracing his cheeks. “You know I’m always there to catch you, even if it means that I’m not letting you fall for me!” he added with a wink. Marinette bit her lips and looked to the side, pondering whether she should tell him now or not.

“Well”, he said after a pause and dropping her hand, “better get going since the Gorilla is already there! I’ll see you tomorrow Marinette!” he told her, all the while looking at her with the softest expression that made her fall in love with him in the first place, making her insides melt on the spot. She watched him go to his car while waving him goodbye.

“I love you already, you know…” she whispered once he had closed the door.

5. 😻

This was it. She wouldn’t back away this time; it had gone for long enough. Ladybug was pacing on the roof, waiting for Adrien - for Chat Noir to arrive. She hadn’t picked the same one where he had made her his surprise all those months ago. She wanted something different. After debating on what to do, she decided to go for something simple (well, Tikki convinced her something simple would be the best course of action more like).

The small macaron was still intact in her palms. She idly wondered how it had not turned into crumbed yet but she was thankful. Suddenly, she heard someone dropping behind her and she turned around.

“Good evening ma Buguinette!” Chat Noir greeted her. “What did you want to discuss?”

“For you!” she said, presenting him the macaron and shoving it into his hand. His eyes widened a little, not excepting it.

“For me?” he said surprised. “What is the special occasion?” he asked after having recovered and bringing the macaron to his mouth. “Hm.. Passion fruit, my favourite! Thank you so much!”

Ladybug took a deep breath. “It is because… It is to say thank you.” she said with a soft smile. “Thank you for being you. For always supporting me. I’ve always…” she marked a pause and took another breath. “I’ve always felt that you were more than just a partner to me and… With everything that happened since our reveal… I’ve slowly come to understand why.”

If his eyes were wide before, it was nothing compared to how they were now.

“Does that mean… Does that mean that you…” he trailed off, not sure whether to believe what he was hearing or to hope or to understand the meaning behind her words.

“It means that I love you, Adrien.” she finished for his ears only smiling and with the beginning of tears forming in her eyes. A huge smile slowly formed on his face and his eyes were fixing her with so much love that she could almost see his pupils taking hearts shape.

“I love you too…” he whispered before they both met in a sweet kiss.

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…. Me when I thought of this game: let’s write a very short funny shitty thing around 10 sentences long emojis inspired hahaha

Me finishing this one: LOLOL guess who wrote 1200+ words of love drama while not even being a writer and having never really writen a fic in my life? ����

Aaaaaanyway. I hope it turned out all right (I was about to say not too cheesy but who am I kidding, not Plagg that’s for sure).

Thanks for the ask haha ♥

Send me your last 5 emojis and 2 characters 😊💩😱😻👀 (I honestly already have a lot to do but if some of you want to receive emojis and join my silly fun you can reblog the post on the link! I’ll gladly send you my latest emojis)

[emsylcatac]

🤭👀🤣❤😊 Marinette and Banana Noir

FDXGCGHVHJB I love you for that hahahaaaaa

I almost wrote something for the shit shit shit crack dumb Beauty & Bananoir AU I did but then alas not everyone would have understood the context haha so here it is in a sort-of canon universe!

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Boring. Booo-riiiing. This party was boring. Adrien tried to smile to every “important” person coming to him, but he was just about to reach his limit.

Yes, I’m happy to be here and represent the Agreste brand! Of course, I am enjoying myself! Please, I’m the one honored to meet you! Oh, thank you for asking, my father is doing alright, I would know, I never see him—I mean, we talk every day! And so on, and so on.

Adrien scanned the room. Surely, there would be a way of sneaking out discreetly. His eyes caught on a yellow figure and—this could do. If only the man would agree.

…and agree the man did. “You look like this party is slowly driving you bananas,” he had said. “Of course I’ll let you use my costume to do a runner, just bring it back to me, I already mysteriously lost the last one—and don’t forget to stay peachy!”

Now Adrien was standing in front of the Bourgeois hotel, about to wander a bit in the city. In a banana costume. Just another normal day in his not-totally-normal life.

He was about to turn around a corner when—

“Hey! Look out where you’re going, errr….”, the person he had bumped into said. The person who was—

“Marinette?!”

“Y-you?! What are you doing here?”, she asked surprised.

“You can tell who I am?”, he said, a bit worried because shit was he being that obvious, before a smile slowly stretched on his face at the idea of meeting with one of his closest friends. Not that she could see it behind the costume.

“W-well…yes. So. Hum. What are you doing, running around in a banana costume?”

“Oh, I was just escaping some boring party and hoping no one would notice me leaving,” he replied, pointing towards the hotel. “You know, the usual! And you?”

She blushed. “Hum. This is kind of embarrassing.”

He raised a teasing brow at her. “More than meeting a friend while wearing a ridiculous disguise? You know you can tell me anything and I won’t repeat it,” he smiled sweetly, hoping it would encourage her before remembering she could still not see it.

She looked conflicted for a few seconds. “Don’t laugh at me,” she finally said. He made a sign of crossing his heart. “There’s this boy I like—well, love— and…he’s at a fancy people thing, right in there. I wanted to, hum, sneak in, I guess?”

Adrien would have looked surprised if not for his costume. A boy she liked? At the party he just left? Not that it was his business to know who he was, but he couldn’t remember seeing someone likely to know Marinette or to be liked—loved!— by her.

“I MEAN,” she went on, “not to spy on him or anything! Just to, you know, keep him company because apparently these can be a little boring from what I’ve heard?”

He chuckled at that, a hand on his mouth. “A ‘little’ boring is a nice way to put it. These are super boring! This boy is lucky to have someone like you to cheer him up!”

I wish someone would have come and do that for me, too, he thought.

“Yeah…Though I wish I was lucky and that he would find me apeeling as well,” she said with a small smile.

Adrien burst out laughing. “Oh wow, Marinette! I didn’t know you punned!”

She smirked. “Well, you’re not the only one to have the puns and humour monopole, you know!”

“You know that I pun? And you think I’m funny?” Adrien asked, genuinely surprised.

“Yes, I think you’re funny, but don’t let that get to your head. And everyone knows that you pun,” she answered.

Adrien frowned. “No, everyone really doesn’t know it,” he assured.

Marinette scoffed. “Oh, come on! You pun all the time!”

“No, I really don’t!” And it was the truth! Sure, as Chat Noir he punned all the time. But as Adrien? Only Nino knew, and some of the boys in the class like Kim or Max, Kagami maybe…the others? No! Though he would love to pun with Marinette; she usually wasn’t this easy going nor bantering like that with him, but if she liked puns, oh boy would he not refrain.

She looked at him bewildered. “Well, if you say so…”

“Though now that I know that we share a love for puns, I’ll promise that I will try to out-pun you next time,” he assured. “Anyway, didn’t you want to sneak inside of the party? I’d love to help if you wanted—”

“Oh no, it’s fine!”, she cut in. “You just got out! I’ll do it myself. But thank you for offering. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“As you wish,” he replied. He really wondered who the boy she liked was, though. But she was already embarrassed to admit it, so Adrien thought it would probably be better to not pry. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow!”

“Yes, I’ll see you—Wait. At school?!”

[emsylcatac]

For project 25 913

Rated G

Thanks @ladyofthenoodle for the tag and your lovely comment about how much I adore Aspik, you shouldn't have 🥰

(sorry in advance for any English mistakes and all, I haven't been beta-ed and I probably didn't re-read this as much as I should have lol, anyway this is messy)

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“You know Ladybug, actually I’m also Chat Noir and I’ve loved you ever since our eyes met—”

Left wrist, flick. Rewind. Repeat.

He’s getting so used to it he’s pretty sure he’s gotten a new tic by now that he’ll unconsciously do whenever he’ll mess something up, even in his everyday life.

Adrien takes a deep breath before opening his eyes to meet Ladybug’s enthusiastic ones, a stark contrast with the incredulous expression she harboured seconds before (later? Timeloops is a confusing concept, and his brain is a mess). He’s not quite sure what it meant, and he wonders what she would have said had Desperada not gotten her (again).

Ladybug’s excited voice pulls him out of his thoughts. “You’ll get five minutes before—”

“—before I detransform, I know.” He doesn’t like interrupting her, but while it could seem that endless five minutes loops leave them with all the time in the world, they don’t. Not really. “We’ve been through this before.”

“Oh.” He hates how Ladybug’s enthusiasm drops a little every time he says it. “But,” Ladybug speaks again, her eyes lighting up, “it means you’ve been perfect at saving me! I’m sure we’re going to succeed! We’re gonna make an amazing team!”

He hates even more her renewed hope and optimism every time he lets on that they failed, because he can feel that it’s all vain. Something in the back of his mind tells him they’ll never succeed, has been telling him that for a few loops now but his brain shuts it down each time because he cannot fail her. She chose him, so surely she’s right and he has to keep going. He’s desperate, really, to know there’s no hope but to still try again and again and again — he’s pretty sure by now that he’s more desperate than Desperada herself. Really, Hawkmoth should just desakumatise her to akumatise him instead if he wants to succeed.

“It’s weird that Chat Noir hasn’t come back by now,” Ladybug muses, oblivious to Adrien’s inner turmoil. “But oh, well, I’m sure we don’t need hi—”

“He’s not gonna come,” Adrien interrupts before he can hear the end of that particular sentence again. If they don’t need Chat Noir-him and if they still don’t succeed with Adrien-Aspik-him, then do they really need him at all?

Ladybug blinks. “Why so?”

Before he can think better of it, he answers truthfully: “Because he’s me.”

There. For a short time, he’s bare before her.

Whether it’s despair pushing him to batantly tell her who he is or to satisfy his curiosity, because he still wonders what her expression from the last loop meant, Adrien doesn’t know. But he knows that in less than five minutes from now, she’ll have forgotten all about it anyway.

Ladybug’s eyes are just as incredulous as the last time he said it. “That’s a joke, right?” she nervously says after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.

Adrien snorts without humour, and for a split second, he considers telling her it is. “It really isn’t.”

Ladybug stares one, two, five, ten seconds, opens her mouth, closes it, and when it’s apparent that she’ll be stuck in that frozen state for a little while and Adrien can’t really take it anymore, he speaks again.

“I’m Chat Noir, it’s the two-thousand-and-thirteenth time loop, and I still can’t save you.” He passes a hand over his too-smooth and hairless head, regretting that his fingers can’t get stuck in any lock. “We’ve been at it for probably a week now, and did you know that the loops don’t tire you? Because technically I haven’t slept in a week and guess what,” he lets out a sort of delirious laugh, “I’m still not sleepy!”

With that, he gives her two thumbs up. Ladybug is still looking at him like he’s grown a second head, or maybe it’s because he’s just told her he hadn’t slept in a week. He too would look at anyone claiming this with raw disbelief.

He sighs, reaching for his bracelet. “A-anyway, sorry about that and the wasted loop, I don’t know what came over me. So I’ll just…rewind and—”

“No, wait,” she finally snaps out of her stupor, and places her hand on his wrist. “Don’t.”

Adrien stops moving, watching her intently. Ladybug’s hand drops from his wrist and she raises shaky fingers to his cheek instead, to which he can’t help but gasp . She turns his face with the tips of her fingers, as if afraid to touch him, and stares. He keeps on looking right into her eyes, trying to read what’s going on behind them but failing for the first time in their partnership.

“You…you really are Chat Noir?” she finally asks with a breath, like she still doesn’t quite believe it’s him.

“Yeah, it’s me, my Lady.”

Ladybug inhales sharply at the nickname, and drops his face at once to cover her mouth instead.

A glance at his timer indicates that they only have two minutes left now. He should probably rewind. It’s not like he believes that they can beat Desperada in two minutes. But she asked him not to, so he doesn’t.

Ladybug still looks shocked, and he feels his lips contorting in a pained smile in the face of her apparent lack of enthusiasm—he bets that she thinks he’s the worst partner ever if he still can’t save her after two-thousands-and-thirteen times.

“I’m sorry, you’re probably super disappointed that your superhero partner isn’t capable of protecting you,” he shrugs. “You probably hate me now, and honestly I can understan—”

“No!” she shouts. “I don’t love you—I mean! I don’t hate you. You’re bald—Urgh, no not that, forget I said this.” She shyly puts a strand of hair behind her ear, looking to the side. “I’m just…I’m just surprised, is all.”

“Oh.” He can feel his cheeks heating up. She doesn’t hate him! That’s great, right?

“We’ll…we’ll walk later—talk later,” Ladybug says, looking back at him. “After the saddle—after the battle. First we need to defeat Barbapapa!”

He’s surprised Ladybug seems okay with knowing his identity, when she’s always been adamant they keep it a secret, but he’s not about to question it. Maybe her knowing who he is will make it all work. Still, he can’t shake off the feeling that this time will be no different than all the previous loops. That he’ll keep on failing and failing, and he doesn’t know how long he can still last.

“Right. But we haven’t succeeded so far.” He tries not to sound too bitter, but he knows he’s doing a bad job at it.

Ladybug gently grabs his wrist and smiles shyly, making him melt inside and forget about all his worries for an instant. “I’m sure we will. Even if we don’t this time and I forget… You know, I believe in you.”

Adrien is pretty sure his face is burning by now. Ladybug’s eyes widen, and she quickly turns around to hurriedly climb up the scale and poke her head outside.

She believes in him. In all of him. She still thinks he can do it.

So, even as he sees her instantly vanish once again with a sharp heartache, even as his fingers automatically reach for his wrist and he flicks his bracelet again knowing she would forget all about who he is, he feels like he could live through another thousands of time loops if that’s what it takes.

Left wrist, flick. Rewind. Repeat.

So long as he remembers that she believes in him.

[emsylcatac]

...Ok so Tumblr is having bugs with [read more] in asks today so I’m just gonna... Make a separate post for this one because it’s annoying and looks super long haha

YEAY LADYNOIR!!!! I went with a texting one, if Ladybug an Chat Noir somehow exchanged a discord pseudo or something!!! Hope you’ll like it!!

@thecrazyladybug​​ sorry for the double tag+notif from the ask but then you’ll know I answered and didn’t ignore your ask haha

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Coccinelle_demoiselle: Akuma

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Where?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: 🗼

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I guess you mean the Eiffel Tower my Lady but for your information this smiley actually represents Tokyo Tower Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: just so you know

Coccinelle_demoiselle: Chat Noiiiiiiir NOT HTE TMIE HURRY!

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Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I had the weirdest dream ever

Coccinelle_demoiselle: Do tell I’m curious

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I was doing my homework. For some reasons it was homework about famous French cheesemakers.

Coccinelle_demoiselle: I didn’t know there were famous cheesemakers

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Me neither. It was terrifying. Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Anyway there was a knock on the door at some point and my father came in. And then he transformed into a GIANT butterfly!!

Coccinelle_demoiselle: :o

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: and suddenly I was wearing a beekeeper outfit?? And the giant butterfly came with tiny ones and said I had to take care of them because they were my siblings?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: I need to tell you that I spat out my hot chocolate at the image of you in a beekeeper outfit followed by baby butterflies. Omg your dreams make no sense. Wish I had those instead of dreaming I was taking my exam and failing because I slept through it!!

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Oh I have these too sometimes. Except I come in class wearing the banana outfit it’s embarrassing

Coccinelle_demoiselle: XGTFCHgJVHKBJLnskd,<:

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: 😒

Coccinelle_demoiselle: <3

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: :’)

* * *

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: HOLY COW!

Coccinelle_demoiselle: 🐮

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I saw a super cool Carapace t-shirt today!!!

Coccinelle_demoiselle: 👕🐢

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: (I’m gad to see you understand what I say Buguinette) Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I want it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Coccinelle_demoiselle: 🎶

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: ?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: Music. Like a music hit. You said “it”

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: …You’re worse than me.

Coccinelle_demoiselle: Am not!! At least I have a better timing 😌💅

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Please don’t use the nails emoji Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I’ve been traumatised by it because of a friend of mine

Coccinelle_demoiselle: 💅💅💅

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: 😒 you’re terrible

Coccinelle_demoiselle: That’s so sad

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: it is, it really is

Coccinelle_demoiselle: Hawkmoth Coccinelle_demoiselle: Play Desperada

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: N O

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Coccinelle_demoiselle: HELLoOO

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: ? My Lady?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: DXGFHCGJVHDQjhbsfjhb khjfwqbskwj

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Everything alright?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: YES!! Yes!!

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: …You’re acting weird, you’re scaring me.

Coccinelle_demoiselle: I’M FINE <3 wvgshjehfbj Coccinelle_demoiselle: I MEAN >3

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: …? That doesn’t make…sense?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: DGVJvjhfdjvh omg that’s because I’m fine > 3 in a scale of 0 to 3!!!!!!!!!!!! So I’m EXTRA FINE, No troubles don’t make it doubles!!!

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: …oh? You’re sure? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: NO YOU COUDL NEVER!!!!!!!

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: That’s a lie and we both know it

Coccinelle_demoiselle: ..that is a little true but I’m fine I’m not freaking out why would I freak out???

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I?? Don’t know???

Coccinelle_demoiselle: I DON’T KNOW YOU WHO ARE!!!! I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!!

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: …You know who i am or you don’t know who I am??? Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Ladybug this is serious I’m kind of freaked out answer please!!

Coccinelle_demoiselle: I don’t know!!!!ç!ççç

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Then what was an accident?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: AAAaaaaAAAAhN?,? PLEASE DON’T FREAK OUT Coccinelle_demoiselle: I know and it was an accident I swear It wasn(t on purpose

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: …You’re scaring me I’m happy you know but also you seem very freaked out is it a good thing or a bad thing on a scale of 0 to 3 also please don’t take Plagg from me Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I swear I’ll buy as many cheese to him as I can Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I mean I’ll be good

Coccinelle_demoiselle: >3333333333333333 THIS IS VERY GOOD Coccinelle_demoiselle: And omg no I won’t take your miraculous my rules I’m keeping you don’t panic!!!!!!! Coccinelle_demoiselle: I’M HAPPYYYYY 🎉🎉🎉

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: …you are? Really????? Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I mean for real this is not a joke????????

Coccinelle_demoiselle: YESSS <3 Coccinelle_demoiselle: I MEAN <3 Coccinelle_demoiselle: SHIT Coccinelle_demoiselle: >3

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I’m a little crying and emotional right now, thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!!! For not taking Plagg and for being happy!!!!!

Coccinelle_demoiselle: OH NO DON’T CRY it’s our birthday!!!!

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Our what?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: I don’t know what’s the occasion but HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Coccinelle_demoiselle: it’s the birthday of our reveal!!! BUT it’s like we’re 0yo nobody wishes the 0 year but I want to!!!!!

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: Omg I love you hahaha

Coccinelle_demoiselle: TVDZJHKBJBjkefzq<ldjnkjHVKHvjh

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: But I don’t know who you are? Do we have two birthdays? One for you one for me later someday?

Coccinelle_demoiselle: Meet me at Tokyo Tower in 30 minutes!!

Un_ptit_chat_sur_un_toit: … >3

Coccinelle_demoiselle: UgigBJHBZYDGIUHZDIU >3 >3 >3

Coccinelle_demoiselle: Btw <3 when I did it wrong it was a spade not a heart Coccinelle_demoiselle: …I should have thought about that before

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Marinette🍀: I made Alya laugh.

Adrien🦁: Excuse-me, I made Nino laugh. And Alya chuckled.

Marinette🍀: That’s because she thought your joke was lame

Adrien🦁: She still sort-of laughed. Nino kept a straight face during yours

Marinette🍀: Because he was too impressed by my wittier than you sense of humour is all

Adrien🦁: Hmhm. And then you laughed at my pun.

Marinette🍀: I DID NOT!

Adrien🦁: Putting your hand in front of your mouth doesn’t keep you from laughing, Buguinette

Marinette🍀: Nino said he hated Hawkmoth Marinette🍀: you said “I know, what a turtlure!”

Adrien🦁: IT WAS GOOD

Marinette🍀: it was bad

Adrien🦁: You still laughed

Marinette🍀: Because I’m bad

Adrien🦁: So you admit you laughed?

Marinette🍀: We have patrol soon, kitty

Adrien🦁: Way to change the subject

Marinette🍀: We have responsibilities to the city   Marinette🍀: Also I have something to tell you Marinette🍀: And to show you Marinette🍀: I mean if you want Marinette🍀: Or still want

Adrien🦁: Oh? You have my fur attention!

Marinette🍀: This one was bad

Adrien🦁: You still laughed

Marinette🍀: What makes you think that?

Adrien🦁: You didn’t reply right away

Marinette🍀: …that was because I groaned. You can’t prove nothing.

Adrien🦁: It’s been 3 months since we revealed each other. I like to think I know you and how you react now.

Marinette🍀: …you could always know me better

[Adrien🦁 is typing] … [Adrien🦁 is typing] … [Adrien🦁 is typing]

Adrien🦁: …What do you mean…? Adrien🦁: Do you mean what I think you mean or…

Marinette🍀: … it depends.. what you.. still want..

Adrien🦁: MA LaDY!!!.)))!))!!?;

Marinette🍀: …just… come here 🗼 and.. Marinette🍀: We’re best friends no matter what and nothing can separate us not even awkward things or..?????

Adrien🦁: I’M COMING 😻😻😻

Marinette🍀: YOU ARE????

Adrien🦁: 😻😻😻

Marinette🍀: HDZBhbjhbfesjhbj OK WISH ME LUCK

Adrien🦁: …You’re too precious for this world >3 I’m on my way ma Buguinette

Marinette🍀: JbjhbhjBJHDB I’M WAITING >3 >3 >3 <3 <3 <3

[emsylcatac]

@iridescenceoflove​

Wooooh I’m finally getting to this one! (welcome to fluff-land so I can hopefully be forgiven after the angsty & sad one I just wrote earlier haha); thanks again Alizeh for beta-reading 🥺

It’s older Ladynoir for the souuul

(Also I’m just gonna say thank you once again because you’ve been very supportive of my fics and always dropping nice comments, it’s so sweet & encouraging to see ♥)

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Ladybug undoes the ribbon that was keeping her hair in a small bun and shakes her head, letting it be controlled by the unpredictable flow of the wind. She feels particularly happy today, in a way that she can’t quite explain. All her emotions are mixing together, not at all unpleasantly, and she can’t help but laugh as she walks with a light bounce in her step and trots towards him.

“Chat Noir! Do you wanna know something?”

Her partner turns towards her and gives her a questioning smile with a slight movement of the head. He doesn’t seem to completely grasp what has put her in such a good mood, but he looks like he’s enjoying it very much.

“I’m gonna marry you,” she says, and giggles.

An amused smile appears on his lips. “You’re gonna marry me? When did you decide that?”

“Just now.”

And it’s true. She doesn’t know why the idea came to her mind all of a sudden. She doesn’t know why she hadn’t considered it before. Probably because she doesn’t really know when she realised that she was in love with him. She isn’t even sure that it was what she had wanted to tell him, when she had called him just now.

But just saying it like that… she knows that it’s exactly what she wants.

She loves him. And it makes her happy—he makes her happy. Maybe that’s why she’s in such a good mood today.

“Just now?” he repeats. “And you’re already proposing? No coffee dates first?”

She grabs his hand, lifts it, and makes herself twirl under it, grinning all the while.

“What for? We’re 25.” She takes both his hands and brings him closer to her. “We know each other.” She drops one of his hands and makes him twirl under her arm this time. “We can marry now.”

She starts humming a song under her breath as she continues to guide him through their little dance. It sounds like ‘Perfect’.

He laughs and shakes his head. “We don’t even know who we are.”

If his hands weren’t already taken by hers, she’s sure that he would have facepalmed, if only in a weak attempt to pretend it doesn’t affect him. Instead, he doesn’t stop her—he grins and completely lets himself be immersed into the dance.

She crosses their arms so she can hug him from behind now. “Does it matter?” She murmurs in his ear. She secretly hopes that he’s blushing.

He lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re crazy.”

She makes him twirl again so they’re facing each other. He is blushing. She giggles.

“I’m Crazybug,” she singsongs, and then goes back to humming. She really feels completely crazy and giddy today. “Your Crazybug.”

She’s still surprised she hadn’t realised how in love with him she was before now. But it’s so obvious—she can’t imagine herself being with anyone else. It feels like she unknowingly gave him her heart a long time ago, all wrapped up and hidden, but that he’s only opening it now.

“That you are, my crazy little bug.” He’s giving her his soft look.

She loves that look. It tells her that he, too, is—

“Crazy in love. With you.” She stops the dance to wrap her arms around his neck.

She’s so close to him now that she can feel his breath on her lips—it’s calm, warm, and so inviting.

“So,” she murmurs, “I’m gonna marry you.”

“You’re gonna marry me,” he whispers back.

“Yes. And I’m gonna love you. Every day…” she bites her lip, “…and every night.”

She says it as a promise. He’s looking intently into her eyes, to the point that it feels hypnotising. Not that she wasn’t hypnotised by him before anyway.

“I would like that very much. If you let me love you, too.”

“Please,” she breathes.

And then she kisses him. It makes her feel even bubblier. She brings him even closer to her.

For all the time they’ve known each other, it’s the first time they’re sharing a kiss, truly sharing a kiss—though one kiss is leading to a hundred as they keep coming back for more—and she can already tell that she’s addicted to his lips.

She really, really doesn’t know why she has never done it before. But now that she’s going to marry him—they’re fiancées!—she has all the time in the world to make up for the lost one.

[emsylcatac]

Heyy, I wrote a little dumb and fluffy Adrinette thing tonight inspired by Marinette’s instagram story here and some discussions with friends ♥

(also yes still figuring out the concept of AO3 and finding titles haha)

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Adrien was bored. That much wasn’t new. Having free time when stuck at home and not being allowed to go out with friends wasn’t much fun. He had already finished his homeworks, and he had worked on his piano lessons so many times that just sitting on the bench hadn’t any appeal anymore. So Adrien was bored.

He turned on his phone and opened his Instagram page. No news from his friends since the last 30 seconds. He closed the app. He sighed. He re-opened the app. Still nothing.

This wasn’t working either to cure him from his boredom. He let his head fall on his pillow in frustration. He glanced in Plagg’s direction. The little piece of cheese was lightly snoring on top of one of his oh so precious camembert. Adrien glared at him with envy. It was unfair. Maybe he should try to sleep, too.

...Or not, if the constant tapping of his right hand’s fingers on his mattress was any indication. He brought his phone in front of his eyes again. And that’s when he saw it: the little light blinking, indicating a new notification.

Adrien straightened up as fast as lightning on his bed and switched on his phone.

“Marinette has updated her story!”

He smiled at that. Marinette was always sharing cute baking tips or pictures of the bakery’s pastries (yum!), or shared some snippets of her designs. It was —in Adrien’s opinion— very refreshing from all of Chloé’s makeup selfies or new shoes, to name only those.

Adrien clicked on the notification to load the story.

“Circle skirts are my favourite 1 afternoon sewing project! Highly recommend if you’re trying to start making your clothes! Anyone else working on learning a new skill? ♥” is what greeted him, in a cursive and pink font. Adrien chuckled. Well, he thought, some people know how to occupy their free time.

He unconsciously made a quick inventory of the objects in his room but soon realised that fabric, sewing scissors and needles weren’t amongst his possessions. Too bad, he was not going to learn how to sew a circle skirt today.

The story disappeared all too soon and Adrien clicked on it again to watch it a second time. This time, he noticed that there was some other text above that looked like... her search history?! He quickly read from the bottom to the top:

“levain cookies”

“scrunchies diy”

“bon appétit”

“draw off”

“adrien agreste catwalk”

“circle skirt tuto—”

“—adrien agreste catwalk”?!

Adrien did a double take and— yes, that was indeed well his name, as in Adrien, as in Agreste, as in catwalk, no, that one was not his name, but he did catwalk a lot, yes, that was him alright.

He let the story vanish and stared blankly straight ahead. Why would Marinette look for me doing a catwalk on the internet? He thought. Unless she wanted to see a model wearing a circle skirt? But I don’t think I have ever worn one, have I?

“Plagg,” he said out loud, “why would Marinette look for me doing a catwalk?”

Plagg grumbled loudly. Oh, right. He had been sleeping.

“Sorry...what did you say?”

“I asked why Marinette would look for me catwalking. On google,” Adrien repeated.

Plagg slowly blinked his eyes at him and flew in his direction, looking annoyed.

“I...do not...know,” he answered tiredly. He then wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe she just likes to watch you doing it. Because she likes you.”

Adrien frowned. It didn’t make any sense!

“I know that she likes me, Plagg. We’re friends, remember? No, I meant...why didn’t she just ask me?”

“Ask you what?”

“To do the catwalk for her?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at his kwami. “I am booored out of my skull today! I could do that for her once she takes a break from her sewing!” Adrien grabbed his phone eagerly and started to type out a message.

“Waaaait wait wait wait wait. You want to do what?” Plagg said in a panic.

“Offering Marinette to catwalk for her,” Adrien replied, still typing. “So she doesn’t need to look it up on the internet.”

“Hum...I don’t think that’s...such a good idea, you know…”

Adrien lifted his head to Plagg, just after having hit “sent”. “Why not?”

“Well, because—”

A ‘ding!’ interrupted him. “She said yes!” Adrien exclaimed. “I’m calling her now.”

Plagg’s eyes widened but there wasn’t much he could do now.

“Hey, Marinette!” Adrien waved at her through his device.

“Hi, Adrien! What did you want?” she asked, her voice muffled and deformed by the phone.

“I saw your story and how you looked up for me catwalking on google and—”

What sounded like a high-pitched scream cut him off, and Adrien saw her disappearing from his screen.

“...Marinette?”

“I AM HERE!” she shouted, while her head popped on the screen again. He chuckled. She was funny.

“I thought that since I didn’t have much things to do right now, maybe I could do a catwalk demonstration for you if you wanted?” he asked happily.

Another high-pitched screech. Maybe there was a spider scaring her in her room?

“Sorry, hum, YES OS COURFE! I mean, of course! Please! Only if you want to Adrien, I don’t want to force you or anything but hum, I would very much appreciate the view— I MEAN, like you—it!— if you do.”

He chuckled. “Alright then. Let me set up the phone...there, it should be good. Are you ready?”

She nodded eagerly.

Adrien prepared himself. And then, like he was used to doing, he did his best model walk from his desk to his window. He was halfway through it when he heard a loud “BANG” coming from his phone. He turned around only to realise that Marinette had disappeared from the screen and that her camera was seemingly pointing towards her ceiling. He rushed back to his phone.

“MARINETTE!” he called, worried, “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

She didn’t answer. “...Marinette? Youhou, Marinette??” Adrien grabbed his phone and approached his face of the screen, hoping to catch a better glimpse of her that way. It didn’t work. He turned it around, to try and move her camera. It didn’t work either.

Adrien started to panic. “Marinette, can you hear me? Oh my god, Marinette, please say something! Where are you?”

He started to shake his phone frantically, hoping it would somehow reanimate her.

“Plaaaaagg, this is not working!” he said.

“What? What’s happening?”

“I heard a loud sound and then, nothing! What if she fainted?” he was still shaking his phone in every way. “Why is this not working?”

“...Adrien. Shaking your phone is not going to do anything.” Plagg uselessly informed him. Thank you, Plagg.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do, uh? You’re really not helpful right now.”

“What you’re doing isn’t helpful either, you know.”

“At least I am trying something, Plagg!” Adrien snapped.

“...Plagg?” a faint voice said.

Adrien brought his phone back to his face. “Marinette!” he exclaimed, relieved to see her again. “You’re back! What happened?”

“I think...I think I fell off my chair. Did you just say...Plagg?!”

“Errrr...noooooo… Not at all…! I was saying…‘wow, what a plague, this spider climbing on my wall’! Hehe.”

Marinette blinked in the phone. “Oh. So it wasn’t you saying Chat Noir’s kwami’s name then.” she said, still dizzy.

“Pfffffft, Chat Noir? Hahaha, as if! I mean— Wait. Did you just say Chat Noir’s kwami’s name? As in, Plagg the kwami?” Adrien asked, surprised. Plagg was making huge NO signs with his paws.

“...How do you know Chat Noir’s kwami is named Plagg?”

“Well, how do you know Chat Noir’s kwami is named Plagg?” Adrien contered.

“You told me!” she said.

“And you told me!” he replied.

A beat of silence passed.

“Oh my god…”

“You are…”

They dropped their phones and screamed, pointing a finger at the screen.

Once they stopped, they picked up their phones and came face to face with each other. They screamed again.

They took deep breaths and tried to calm down. Adrien recovered first.

“Well…,” he said faintly, “at least now I can show you what a real catwalk is.”

“Adrien…” she warned, raising a finger to her screen.

“Plagg—”

“Don’t…!”

“—Claws out!” he shouted, letting his transformation wash over him.

He looked at the screen. Marinette fainted.