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rayraygo1267 · 10 months

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A Gabenath Fanfiction: Threads of Warmth

Note: OMG YOU GUYS! I’VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LOOOOONNNGGGG! I’M SO SORRY!

I’ve had a lot of stuff in my personal life going on and I did kinda lose my motivation for a bit but I’m back now. I do not know if I will be posting daily like I used to, but I will still be posting much more frequently. As a way to make it up to all of you I made this little fluffy gabenath one-shot. I hope you all enjoy and again I’m so sorry I’ve been gone for so long. 😭😭😭

Rated: K

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,674

Summary: Nathalie and Gabriel find themselves both awake in the wee hours of the cold, wintry night and decide to take a midnight stroll. Some minor angst and fluff ensues.

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The frost on the window was pristine and crisp. A fog trailing along the opaque glass, curling in various designs that reflected out to the sparkling puddles of snow from the outside.

Nathalie Sancoeur exhaled sharply. It was the first snowfall of the season — the sky was a sea of flying diamonds. She had to bite her lip to prevent a burst of laughter at the small childish desire that coursed through her, the desire to go out and wait for flakes of crystallizing snow to fall on the tip of her tongue and dissolve with a flourish.

A gust of a windchill met her as she popped the latch of the door. Flurries dashed past, causing her eyes to widen in awe. It wasn’t as if she’d never seen snow before but the first remnants of it never failed to leave her mesmerized.

She walked on the white powder, her silky slippers crunching in the icy mist. The moon was a balm of white light shimmering down on her, making the small icicles hanging from tree ledges and house fronts sparkle and gleam.

“I didn’t think you’d be one to go out on midnight strolls,” came a soft intone. Nathalie felt a spritz of shock waver through her system, a poignant gasp leaving her lips. She hadn’t thought anyone else was out, much less at this hour.

A chuckle reverberated, adjacent to the sound of doming bells. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Nathalie paused and upturned her gaze, her expression regal despite the quick patter in her chest. “I figured you’d already be retired for the night sir.”

Gabriel Agreste sighed, running a hand through his hair, pushing back the black beanie that obscured his head. He wore a pair of tight knit leggings that perfectly aligned with the outline of his hips and a maroon colored turtleneck sweater that climbed up his chest.

Nathalie pursed her lips, a small pink flush rounding her cheeks. He seemed to be dressed quite appropriately for a winter night promenade; unlike her who only adorned a light nightgown, which although kept her covered was still quite flimsy, as it draped over her bodice, flowing lightly in the rashful breeze. In short, not the best choice of clothing for an icy outing on her part.

“I couldn’t sleep. I tried to work on some designs to clear my mind but…” he paused, his throat working as he sighed once more, a puff of air fogging out into the wind. He trained his eyes on the snow covered path ahead of them as he spoke his next words.

“My thoughts get too crowded sometimes, especially at night.”

Nathalie was aware of this. As much as Gabriel tried to hide it, Nathalie could see through the dark circlets under his eyelids and the container of empty coffee pouches, accompanied by the kitchen sink full of various drained coffee mugs, that Gabriel rarely, if ever, slept.

Not that she could blame him, she herself didn’t get much sleep either. Perhaps that was something they shared in common, in the wee hours of the night their hearts would race and thrum due to the constant whispers of their anxieties and misfortunes daunting them.

“I understand that. Sleep is…well…sleep is just difficult,” Nathalie chuckled lightly, brushing a stray wisp of her hair behind her ear.

Gabriel scoffed ruefully, “yes, well it doesn’t get much easier when all you can think about is the smell of rosemary poppy lotion and light feather skin…”

Nathalie could hear the lonesomeness anguish in his voice as he spoke. She could practically feel it seething in her bones.

He always got like that when he spoke of his flower — his Emilie.

Nathalie felt the sprinkle of dots of snow dropping on the tops of her own skin, causing a sparse gooseflesh, as she reached out and placed her hand on Gabriel's padded shoulder in a supportive embrace. She knew there were not many words out there that anyone could say to soothe the heartache of the loss of a loved one.

She knew enough of her employer to know that the torch he carried for his dear Emilie was one that could not be extinguished, in fact it only seemed to grow more vibrant — a pipe of gasoline dousing the remains of a nearly burnt out candle.

Nathalie’s gaze roamed down Gabriel’s body, right from where her hand pressed on his shoulder, their mingled breath was meshed between them in moats.

“I know this is your first winter without her sir. I know…” she blew out a breath, “I can see that you’re hurting.”

She speaks with tenderness almost as if she were trying to coax a wounded animal out of a den. Though in this case she might be the wounded animal considering that Gabriel was known to always be ready to pounce.

She waited, her heart a soft tick like a hummingbird's wings.

To her astonishment, Gabriel’s eyes seemed to soften, though whatever thoughts he had on her statement he had chosen to keep to himself.

He turned and headed down the gilded footpath in front of them, his eyes lingered on her, seeming to signify that he wanted her to follow and despite her lack of proper dressing for the occasion, she couldn’t stop herself from allowing him to guide her.

They walked on in silence for a while. Their surroundings were too vacated in darkness to differentiate in which direction they were headed, but Gabriel appeared as if he knew where he was going, so Nathalie did not feel the need to comment.

Her eyes studied the treks Gabriel’s long fur-lined boots made in the sleet. The firm imprint that his feet made in the ground was an easy compass for Nathalie to follow. At some longer intervals Gabriel would stop and look back over his shoulder to make sure she was still keeping pace with him. Although she would find herself taking lengthened strides to match his own, he never made out to rush her. He would wait for her until she stood only a few short feet away from him, the heat emanating from his body washing over her.

Mixed in with the brisk air, the sparkling icicles and the illuminated moonlight, Gabriel stood out — his golden hair a shining beacon in a world of shadows. He was a tall man with a firm build, easily recognizable. He always held himself in a stoic manner, one pertaining to confidence which was partly why Nathalie could always spot him in a crowd. He was hard to miss.

Eventually they reached a small secluded grove, shrouded by wistful bare willow trees. From the tips of the elongated branches hang glacier spears that glistened and sparkled. Muffin-like puffs stuck out, covered in mounds of glitter that was snow. These puffs enlightened into bushes during springtime, but for now they were starry abstract shapes that swayed and danced on a pond of frost that Nathalie imagined had been gilded on by the ice skates of many neighbor children in the past, perhaps even Adrien as well.

Despite the desolate beauty of the landscape before them, this meadow of crystals still had a cold bite. The adrenaline and the flush rounding Nathalie’s cheeks had kept her aboard and heated earlier but now here, in a stalemate with this whimsical winter wonderland her eyes couldn’t help but drift to the warm concealed body next to her.

“Emilie and I shared our first kiss here, right in the center of that circle of ice.” He lifted his finger, pointing out where he and Emilie had stood. Nathalie’s eyes drifted to where his finger lay. She can imagine it. A young and dumb Emilie pulling a head over heels Gabriel onto the ice. Emilie’s hair would be voluminous, dashing around in the breeze, her eyes a plume of periwinkle. Gabriel would follow her lead, hanging on her every move.

Nathalie could see vividly in her mind the moment their lips touched, warm and passionate despite the fierce chill surrounding them. Nathalie felt a prick of an unpleasant indescribable feeling strike her, a flurry, like a jab of ice.

A poignant, feverish shiver ran down her spine, filling her from the inside out. Suddenly the adrenaline pumping her didn’t seem so potent, as it felt as though a mask of icy glaze was overcoming her. The corners of her vision were clogged, perhaps with flakes of snow or perhaps tears, she didn’t know. Even out and fully alert, her tiresome thoughts did not cease.

“Are you cold?”

Gabriel’s inquiry pulled Nathalie from her musings. She shrugged, a crimson coating her cheeks.

Gabriel’s brows creased, “you’re shivering.”

Nathalie chuckled nervously. “Am I?”

Gabriel smiled softly, the corners of his mouth perching up. He placed a warm gloved hand on her shoulder. Her body stiffened and stilled.

“You’re not even wearing a proper coat!”

His voice sounded as a drumbeat — exasperated.

Nathalie felt the crimson dotting her cheeks begin to slither down her body like an unforgiving snake.

“Well I didn’t think we’d be walking this far!” She argued, with a furious, maddening flush that didn’t seem to want to disappear. Gabriel chuckled softly to himself, causing Nathalie’s blush to only deepen.

“Here,” his hands moved to his abdomen, “why don’t you take my sweater?”

Nathalie’s brows raised to her hairline.

“Sir—“

She couldn’t even muster another word, before the maroon velvety sweater was sliding off Gabriel’s body. The heated flush consuming her insides was like a replant to the bitter cold. She imagined her skin was as red and bright as the steaming star of mars. Then it was in a flash of a second. Everything seemed to move at the speed of light and then abruptly slow like a hockey puck sliding on withered ice.

Underneath his sweater, shining out against the droplets of snow was Gabriel Agreste’s chest, though not completely bare due to his clear white undershirt, the contours and flexes of his chest were clearly, unmistakably visible.

A puff of air that appeared as smoke escaped Nathalie’s lips in a plume as her mouth fell agape.

“I…” she somehow mustered out, though her throat was croaky as full of rasp from her shock.

“Here Nathalie. Please, I insist,” his hand was outstretched, his arm as light and pale as the balming moon. His bare, naked arm. Nathalie’s breathing shaked, the warm puffs of it in the air quivering like notes rising up a music staff.

Her fingers twitched and grappled at the texture of the cotton sweater. Her eyes darted down to it. It was long and slim and smelled of cologne and of newly dried laundry.

Her gaze traveled back up to the eyes of her superior. His steely bluish gray eyes were misty and soft — kind. Nathalie felt as though she were deflating like a balloon.

“Are you sure about this sir? I don’t want to be of any trouble…” she gulped, her throat closing for a brief pause. “Won’t you be cold sir? That…” she cleared her throat with a forceful swallow, “that is a very light shirt you are wearing.”

Her rambling ceased though when she felt a gentle squeeze on her fingers.

“Please Nathalie.” His tone was fierce and sincere however churned with a slight undertone of sternness.

And yet with the way his eyes were pleading with her and how his grip on her hand did not loosen in the slightest, she could not bring herself to deny him.

“Yes sir.”

She didn’t allow herself to think, as she threw the sweater over her head, permitting it to mold with the shape of her torso. Though she should have because her senses were suddenly overwhelmed by a potpourri of stimulants. The cologne and musky scent of Gabriel’s sweat filled her nose along with the cloud of fuzzy warmth that soothed the goosebumps and trembles racking her body. The fringe of the turtleneck coursed around her neck and the fabric clung to her body, complimenting her curves.

She felt as though she were wrapped in a warm comforting shield that would hold her up so she wouldn’t be blown away from the winter weather wind.

Her eyes found Gabriel’s again. He stared at her a moment, his lips parted as if he were about to speak but couldn’t get the words out.

He eventually closed his mouth, choosing not to comment at all.

“Thank you sir.” Nathalie murmured, not knowing what else to say for this moment seemed so oddly intimate and yet so oddly fragile — a bubble that could pop at any moment.

After another pregnant pause Gabriel finally spoke, though his voice was in a hush as if he were trying to whisper a secret.

“Emilie gave me that…it was the first thing she ever gave me.” His fingers played with the lower hem of the turtleneck, turning Nathalie’s heartbeat from soft pitter-patters to blazing gunshots.

A sound of surprise and awe left her throat. Suddenly it felt a lot harder to accept this gesture. Gabriel didn’t seem to notice her unease.

“I had stopped wearing it,” he admitted with a withered, grief stricken sigh. “In fact, I couldn’t even bear to look at it…it hurt too much.”

A gust of air left his lungs, a confession finally free from his conscience.

Nathalie nodded in understanding, her gaze never leaving his. As he spoke she didn’t comment on how she could feel him guiding her forward. She didn’t comment as her feet turned to crystals when they met the ice. She didn’t comment as she felt herself sliding forward into a moonlit abyss.

Suddenly they were standing in the center of the frozen over pond.

Right where Gabriel and Emilie had once stood, hand to hand, mouth to mouth.

Gabriel’s hushed voice returned, the only sound reaching Nathalie’s ears.

“And then I think to myself…perhaps this sweater that holds so many memories and so much happiness and heartache deserves a new beginning. I am a man of my roots, a fashion designer at heart and I think…” he exhaled slowly, a plume of smoke arising from his mouth. “I think this sweater, fueled with the stitches and threads of Emilie and my love, deserves a new home.”

Nathalie’s eyes widened, her glasses fogging with her breath and the watery glaze covering her irises. Her heart rate doubled when she fully managed to comprehend his words.

“You want me to keep it sir?” She murmured, overwhelmed, confused and slightly unsure.

Gabriel did not hesitate with even a breath on his response. He lowered his head, looking down upon her. His hand found its way around the side of her moisture covered and frost coated cheek. His hand was warm yet cool at the same time — cold with a warm interior, just like Gabriel Agreste himself.

He pushed back an errant strand of the scarlet streak in her hair, curling it back behind her ear.

“Yes…” he breathed, his puffs of breath mingling with her own.

Could this really be happening? Were they really this close, mere inches apart?

The warmth of Gabriel’s hand and the comfort of his sweater took everything surrounding them away. Was this how Gabriel and Emilie felt when they were here at this pond? Nathalie pondered. Like they were at the center of this rink and even if they were to fall through and sink to the bottom it wouldn’t matter because they were all that mattered?

Did that even make sense?

Did any of this make sense?

Nathalie decided that didn’t matter. All that mattered was this, her and Gabriel were at the center of this pond, breaths away from each other, surrounded by diamond filled weeping willows.

It didn’t matter if Gabriel walked off now, even though Nathalie knew he wouldn’t.

It didn’t matter because she knew his gift — this sweater — concealed with so much history of love and loss would keep her warm.

Gabriel’s threads of warmth would keep her warm always.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think, I love feedback. Also if y'all have any fanfic requests let me know and I'll get to them as soon as I can! Again I want to apologize for my absence and I hope this little fic will be a good way to make up for it.

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goofygoldengirl · 1 year

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Has anyone else watched Miraculous Ladybug and thought to themselves; you know for a show where the main protagonist and antagonist are into fashion, we could use a few stylish outfits. So here’s a long ramble where I brainstorm what Nathalie Sancoeur could also wear if the animation budget allowed for more outfits. Buckle up this will get long.

First off, let’s take a look at her main outfit:

A neatly put together business suit that’s both professional, practical, yet allows her to express her individuality, all points that are a plus for someone working for a fashion company.

We also see her main color scheme consists of: black, red, and purple, with main emphasis on red due to the streak in her hair, and the borders of her glasses. Nathalie is someone who looks good in darker shades. I cannot for the life of me see her wearing something like pastels. At the very least, a light color like sky blue would fit her well since it matches her eyes. Colors that sharply contrast with red such as deep pinks, yellow, or orange would be jarring on the eyes. So colors that I could see her in beyond the red,black, purple scheme are:

Gray

Forrest or Hunter Green

Navy Blue

Teal

Light Blue

White

Gold

Silver

I don’t think she’d choose shades of beige, tan, or brown due to wearing them often doing field work as an archaeologist.

Clothes

I imagine her business contract states that she has to get her work clothes from Gabriel’s brand, and that she has to be up to date with the latest trends. She’d probably have at least two other business suits in her closet that can easily be paired with different colored tops. Perhaps something like:

If you want to spice up her spice up her usual outfit, something you could do is to replace her slacks with a knee length pencil skirt. It is a timeless look, especially with the red turtleneck she wears:

Or if her suit color scheme is black, we could switch the turtleneck for a top like:

In the event that she has to attend a formal event/ party to promote Gabriel’s brand, I obviously would put her in a red dress:

Shoes & Accessories

Nathalie wears flats in the show. I’d guess she’s around 5’5 (165 cm) so using heels to add height wouldn’t be a huge concern, but a shoe with a touch of height and has support if she’s up on her feet all day can go a long way. I bet most of her shoes would black with the occasional off white pair:

In colder weather she might pair ankle length boots with her outfit:

For a more out there look, I can definitely see her wearing those pull up knee high boots that outline the shape of your leg. Goes great with a dress or a skirt.

As for jewelry, Nathalie wouldn’t want anything getting in the way as she works so no dangly earrings or bracelets. I can see her wearing pearl studs or the occasional necklace, but nothing more. I think story framing wise, it’s good to keep the jewelry to a minimum until she starts wearing the peacock miraculous.

Thanks for reading!

#miraculous ladybug #nathalie sancoeur #character design #brainstorming #fashion

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celestiall0tus · 1 year

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I think we need to get the Holders Powers Master List moving. So let's get more info on either the pig, owl, mouse, or koala (your choice).

Dealer's choice, eh? Let's go with...

Mouse of Perception. Let's get into this.

We start with the first of the little mice, Juleka Couffaine as Souris Blanche. In Miraculous AU, the mouse's powers fall into two. The lesser power of perception and the greater power of Bend, perception manipulation. Perception allows her to hear and see things from all over the city. It does result in sensory overload. Perception manipulation allows her to do a number of things. Manipulate people's perception to perceive her, create hallucinations akin to alternate realities, and manipulate other senses in people and the environment (sight, smell, sound, touch, time).

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Mullo, Get Squeaky"

Lesser Power: Perception

Greater Power: Bend

Next we have Muridae, Alya Cesaire in Salvation. Her power would be perception as a holder, however, she is an avatar so it changes the playing field. Perception is constantly active as she always hears everything so she always suffers from sensory overload. She can still manipulate perception like Souris Blanche, but taken a step forward where she can manipulate the perception of time to a degree. With this ability, Muridae can slow time in an area but keeping it normal for herself, Quicksilver style. Her other ability is Clarity. This ability allows her to see through when she's being manipulated mentally and emotionally and to re stabilize herself to the correct, real reality.

When Avatar form is achieved, she gains access to two new powers. The first being Astral Vision, allowing her to see that which resides in the Unseen World (spirits, demons, angels, etc). The second is Divination, allowing her to divine the near events.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: None/Innate

Power: None/Innate

Here we have Absolution Juleka, Whisper. Her powers function similarly to Miraculous AU Souris Blanche, however with a slight modification. The passive power is the ability to hear everything and see past physical boundaries. Bend is her main power in this AU.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Mullo, Get Squeaky"

Power: Bend

Next is Gold Mouse, Alya Cesaire in Separate Worlds. In Separate Worlds, it's similar to Absolution with a passive and an active power. Perception is still the passive while Bend has been reigned in, allowing her to merely make herself imperceptible.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Mullo, Get Squeaky"

Power: None/Innate

And here we are at Paradise with Nathalie Sancoeur as Dragnet. It's here that the power of perception manipulation is dropped for the enhanced sense with a slight modification. Whereas most Mouse holders can't directly control or hone in on a specific thing, Dragnet will be able to. She can hear anywhere in the city, see through solid objects, and if need be, hone in on a specific person, place, or thing.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Mullo, Get Squeaky"

Power: Discern

Look who's back. Juleka is White Mouse in All That Remained. Her power will be the same as her main power in all other incarnations of the mouse with perception manipulation.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Mullo, Get Squeaky"

Power: Bend

Luka's turn of the Couffaine twins to have the mouse. His power falls in line with the other mice with perception manipulation.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Mullo, Get Squeaky"

Power: None/Innate

Jessica makes her debut as the mouse heir in Court of Miracles. She is Midborn and her powers include:

Self Perception Manipulation

Enhanced Sense

Nino takes up as the mouse as Director in Siren's Song. I'm thinking his power is a super keen senses that allow him to discern details that would be otherwise missed by anyone else.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Mullo, Get Squeaky"

Power: Discern

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msweebyness · 1 year

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CLASS OF HEROES AU: CAST LIST

This is a list of all the characters currently assigned in my AU, it will be updated as I go along. As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27 for their support and help with this AU!

Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Fa Mulan

Adrien Agreste- Rapunzel

Alya Cesaire- Tiana

Nino Lahiffe- Fairy Godmother(brother)

Rose Lavillant- Belle

Juleka Couffaine- Beast/Prince Adam

Max Kante- Hiro Hamada

Le Chien Kim- Hercules

Alix Kubdel- Aladdin

Ivan Bruel- Quasimodo

Mylene Haprele- Snow White

Chloé Bourgeois- Anastasia Tremaine

Zoe Lee- Cinderella

Sabrina Raincomprix- Pinocchio

Nathaniel Kurtzberg- Aurora/Sleeping Beauty

Marc Anciel- Elsa

Ondine- Ariel

Kagami Tsurugi- Merida

Aurore Beaureal- The Blue Fairy

Mireille Caquet- Simba

Jean Duparc- Kuzco

Cosette Bellamy- Robaire

Denise Cabello- Wreck-It Ralph

Simon O’Connor- Peter Pan

Ismael Prisk- Genie

Reshma Leghari- Isabela Madrigal

Lacey Greene- Tinker Bell

Austin Tomassian- Jasmine

Lila Rossi- Ernesto de la Cruz

Felix Fathom- Cassandra Gothel

Markov- Baymax

Caline Bustier- Flora

Ms. Mendeliev- Yen Sid

Principal Damocles- Prince John

Sabine Cheng- Fa Zhou

Tom Dupain- Fa Li

Gina Dupain- Grandmother Fa

Gabriel Agreste- Mother Gothel

Nathalie Sancoeur & Emilie Agreste- Rulers of Corona

Marlena Cesaire- Eudora

Otis Cesaire- James (Tiana’s father)

Luka Couffaine- Julebeast’s brother, a Grand Piano due to the curse

Anarka Couffaine- Mrs. Potts/Julebeast’s Mother

Penny Rolling- Cogsworth/Julebeast’s stepmom

Jagged Stone- Lumiere/Julebeast’s father

Roger Raincomprix- Gepetto

Aya Kurtzberg- Queen Leah

Kiran Anciel- Anna

Penny & Alyssa Anciel- Rulers of Arendelle

Tomoe Tsurugi- King Fergus/Queen Eleanor of Dunbroch

Jessica Keynes- Pocahontas

Aeon Hill- WALL-E/EVE (Composite Character)

Austin Armbruster- Charlotte LaBeuff

Austin Quinlan- Moana

Austin Boulet- Winston Deavor

Audrey Bourgeois- Lady Tremaine

Sarah(Fred’s Producer)- Evil Queen

Manon Chamack- Vanellope Von Schweetz

Bob Roth- Hades

Alec Cataldi- Timon

Theo Barbot- Pumbaa

Jalil Kubdel- Abu

Clara Nightingale- Lead Muse

Amelie Graham De Vanily- Ursula

Grand Master Su Han- Arendelle Royal Advisor

Mr. XY- Gaston

Chung, Kang, and Jiao- Yao, Ling and Chien-Po

Fei Wu- Li Shang

Plagg- Mushu

Tikki- Cri Kee

Kaalki- Khan

Sass- Pascal

Xuppu- Pegasus

Nooroo- Jiminy Cricket

Duusu- Scuttle

Stompp- Hugo

Pollen- Victor

Wayzz- Laverne

Mullo- Jaq

Fluff- Gus

Longg- Angus

Roaar- Rajah

#miraculous ladybug #disney au #class of heroes #ml au #akuma class #science kids #mlb ocs #cast list

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cloudyships42 · 2 months

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How do I get more visibility for my fanfic writing? I don't like having a bunch of social media but I want to share. I post on ao3 and average 20 kudos per fic. I just posted my 20th fic last night. It makes me upset that the larger fics get more views and kudos because they're popular. If you're seeing this, feel free to check out my fics. I write for a few fandoms, I kinda float between writing for Miraculous Ladybug, Hazbin Hotel, Violet Evergarden, Little Witch Academia, and Red White and Royal Blue.

Main pairings(they're constantly changing)

Gabriel Agreste/Nathalie Sancoeur

Nathalie Sancoeur/Amélie Graham de Vanily

Alastor x Lucifer

Dietfried Bougainvillea x Claudia Hodgins

Chariot du Nord x Croix Meridies

Alex Claremont-Diaz x HRH Prince Henry

My name on ao3 is koi_is_a_crackhead_lesbian

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ao3feed-ladynoir · 3 months

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Adrienette Plus #❤️#💖#💚#Side Adrienette #♡#R:G #A:KAGRA

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mymiraclebox · 6 months

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that passtel drabble is so cute! i was wondering if chadd counted as a kwami that can be written about (just for fun)

If you don't mind a little chaos, then of course Chadd can return for a little drabble... xD

[Chadd's bio is here, a kwami I made for April's Fools Day.]

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"...Who's phone is this?" Marinette asked, picking up the strange phone laying on her desk with a frown. It wasn't hers or her parents, and no one had been in her room but her for a while, so she couldn't imagine who had left it here.

Tikki was at her side in a moment, starting at the silver phone with wide eyes. "No way... it's him."

"Who?" Marinette asked in confusion, but Tikki didn't get the chance to reply, as suddenly Marinette's wall broke with a shatter, Hawk Moth standing there.

"Hand over the Human Miraculous!" Hawk Moth cried.

"Quick, summon the kwami within, only he can defeat Hawk Moth!" Tikki told Marinette, who looked down at the strange phone again... which was glowing. With a burst of white light out came a being which she assumed was a kwami, but...

"That's a stick figure," Marinette said, looking and the black and white figure, the kwami indeed looking like it had been drawn by Manon.

Tikki let out a gasp. "Marinette, how could you say that! That's Chadd, the Human kwami, the most powerful being in existence!"

"GREETINGS, MARINETTE, HOLDER OF THE LADYBUG!" Chadd declared, the stick figure hovering proudly in the air. "I HAVE DECIDED TO GRACE YOU WITH MY PRESENCE TO DEFEAT HAWK MOTH WHO IS A MOCKERY TO MANKIND!"

"Give me the kwami of Humanity!" Hawk Moth snarled, charging forward with his cane raised, but he could not get close, as the aura of Chadd the kwami was simply too much for him to handle.

"Transform with the Great and Wonderful Chadd, Marinette, quickly!" Tikki cried.

Marinette held the Miraculous phone overhead, shouting: "Chadd, man up!" Instantly Chadd turned into a blinding white light, which engulfed the phone and then her in its transformation. As the light faded Marinette looked down to see her new hero form. "Why am I a 2D stick figure?!"

"No, she has entered the ultimate form!" Hawk Moth cried, trying to attack her again. Stick figure Marinette looked about and found a Nokia hooked to her side. She raised it up as Hawk Moth attacked, his cane instantly being shattered in half.

"Use your powers!" Tikki cheered.

"Giga Chad!" Marinette cried, her stick figure form now featuring ultra buff muscles on the arms. Marinette was amazed that she was now the very best like no one ever was, Hawk Moth cowering in her shadow. However she had one more power left: "Now I will use Inner Karen!"

The Miraculous phone began to ring, and she looked down to see that Nathalie Sancoeur was calling. She pressed answer, holding it up to her ear.

"Hello this is Hawk Moth's manager speaking, how may I help you?" Nathalie said on the other end.

"Hi can you please get Hawk Moth to stop akumatizing everyone?"

"Of course," Nathalie replied, the phone going onto speaker. "Gabriel Garbage Agreste, how many times do I have to tell you to stop terrorizing the city! We do not have room in your schedule for this, now come home and parent your son before me and the Gorilla adopt him ourselves!"

"Noooooooooooo!" Hawk Moth cried, before ripping off the Butterfly Miraculous, handing it and the Peacock over to stick figure Marinette, officially defeating Hawk Moth's reign and returning all the kwamis safely home. Then Gabriel ran off into the night to be a good father to Adrien. He also now approved of Marinette and Adrien dating because who better for Adrien to date than the one wielding the Miraculous of the Human?

"We're free!" Nooroo and Duusu cried, cheering loudly.

"Chadd, man down," Stick figure Marinette said, detransforming. She felt weak as she turned back into a normal human, the powers of Chadd no longer running through her.

"YOU DID WELL, MARINETTE!" Chadd declared proudly, and all the kwamis bowed down to him. "BUT NOW I MUST DEPART!"

With a flash of light Chadd and his Miraculous were gone, leaving all to stare in awe at where he had been. Marinette turned to Tikki, a tear in her eye.

"Chadd was amazing, is there any kwami like him?" She asked.

Tikki bowed her head. "No one is like Chadd."

#kwami drabbles #april fools #human kwami #human miraculous #chadd #fear him #crack fic

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