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Guess who spent their whole weekend catching up on Miraculous Ladybug and reading Marichat fanfiction. ME.

Also this is based mostly on the fanfic, Obsession by: Kryalla Orchid 

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Two Truths and a Lie (Part 2 of 2)

Oh. My. Gosh. 

I cannot thank you all enough for the incredible outpouring of support and joy I’ve received on part one of this monster. Thank you, thank you, thank you, and I hope you all enjoy! *dies*

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Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Pairing: Ladybug/Chat Noir, Marinette Cheng/Adrien Agreste Rating: T Words: 4529 Warnings: Familial angst, eventual fluff bomb, French, awkward dialogue as I attempt to figure out these two losers.

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Chat has never been this nervous. Adrien has been nervous - plenty of times, some of the most vexing instances today, even - but until now the green glow of his transformation always seemed to whirl away his woes. Rather than saunter, Chat stomps; rather than a purr, he feels a growl stuck in the back of his throat.

What irritates him most is the lack of certainty. Months ago, when they’d set their patrol schedule, it had been with the intent of alternating nights. It had seemed reasonable at first that they would split the duty to keep either one of them from burning out, or to allow the other person a few free nights in their civilian life. But that had been months ago, and in the last two months both had fallen into the habit of joining the other on patrol even on their off day. It had started by accident, he thinks, the night after a particularly nasty akuma attack. The attack had been in the very arrondissement Chat was scheduled to begin in that night, and when Ladybug looked down on the street and realized where they were, she’d offered him a shrug and a light ‘May as well keep you company’.

Tonight was technically Chat’s night on. Ladybug had shown up every night for his patrol for weeks on end, but that didn’t mean she would show now.

He picks up his pacing, on his way to wearing circles in the rooftop. The vintage bookstore below has been closed for over an hour, leaving any detection of him unlikely. That doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t be wary. The last thing Chat needed was an akuma or law enforcement, or worse, an unruly fan, to interfere with what he hoped would be happening tonight.

“Come on,” he hisses under his breath. Chat pauses long enough to kick at a small chunk of concrete dislodged from the roof.

Just his luck, that Ladybug would decide to be a no show on what was arguably the most important evening of their lives. Would she push him away without a word, trying to keep her identity her own at the cost of their partnership?

No. Chat shakes his head, trying to fling the thought away. Questions and uncertainties were Adrien. Chat had to be answers.

Five more minutes. That’s all he would give her. His patrols should have started nearly twenty minutes ago, and he wasn’t about to let hisfeelings get in the way of his duty. Definitely not.

From behind him something creaks. He spins on his heel towards the sound. His hand is already on the baton at his back when he processes Ladybug paused halfway through the door to the roof, staring at the door knob as though it had personally affronted her. Her nose wrinkles and her brows dip as she pouts at the thing.

“Sorry I’m late,” she whispers, like they’re not on a roof, like she didn’t just come through the oldest, loudest door in all of Paris.

It’s her. From toe to tip. From the way her shoulders scrunch up towards her ears in annoyance to the pop of her hips as she swings past the door, letting it shut behind her. Marinette.

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Two Truths and a Lie (Part 1 of 2)

Below, my first attempt at a piece for Miraculous Ladybug, which has as of late taken over my life! I’d hoped to post this all as a one-shot, but boy did it ever get long. This will be cleaned up and posted to AO3 once the second part is complete. Enjoy! Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Pairing: Ladybug/Chat Noir, Marinette Cheng/Adrien Agreste Rating: T Words: 5922 Warnings: Familial angst, eventual fluff bomb, French, awkward dialogue as I attempt to figure out these two losers.

UPDATE: 

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He had just been trying to lighten the mood a little. It had started like this:

“I have a game we can play.”

From his left, Ladybug groans. Though his gaze had settled over the city of Paris, cast now in the pinks and purples of the twilight sky, Chat still knows his Lady was rolling her eyes.

“I don’t want to play any of your games, Chat.”

It’s the answer he’s expecting, but he can tell his plan is already working. There’s a curiosity resting on the edges of her words, a lilt that tells him she’s more interested than she’d letting on.

“Surely My Lady isn’t afraid of losing to this lowly alley cat?” he presses.

Chat turns to her and raises one eyebrow dramatically. He’s able to duck away from the swat she aims towards the side of his head, but he’s completely incapable of ignoring the hot twist in his gut when Ladybug lets loose a laugh at his antics.

Laughter had been scarce their last few meetings. While he had no idea what life was like for the girl on the other side of the spotted mask, the slump of her shoulders when they met to patrol and the weary sighs that escaped her lips once the thrill of a successful akuma cleansing had cooled told him that all was not well. She’d seemed tired, and distant, and Chat knew he had been little better. School was becoming more demanding, photoshoots and runway appearances more frequent, and akuma attacks more direct. They were up to three attacks a week, on average, with one awful week maxing out at six. Almost always someone he knew. As much as he loved every moment spent saving the city with Ladybug, it was getting harder to enjoy when it meant hours of aching bones and blearily half-completed homework afterwards. He was getting tired of fighting his friends.

“Please,” she says with a snort, “It’s almost not worth playing when we both know I’ll sweep the floor with your fuzzy behind.”

“That sounds like something someone afraid of losing would say,” he teases. He delights in the indignant flush that lights up the skin along the edges of her mask. Ladybug’s cheeks puff out; his heart stammers in his chest.

“Are you calling me… a scaredy cat?”

Chat could kiss her. Truth be told, it doesn’t take much for him to feel that way, but there’s something irresistible about the way her lips quirk up when she turns his awful jokes back on him.

“Me? Call you a scaredy cat? That’s something I would never do on purrpose, My Lady.”

This time he lets her land the light smack on his shoulder; the ensuing giggle is worth it. Ladybug pulls her legs up from where she’d been letting them dangle over the edge of the roof and turns to face him. She crosses her arms over her chest, and *dieu* did the challenge sparking behind her electrifyingly blue eyes send a jolt to his system.

“Fine. What’s this game of yours? It doesn’t involve little mouse toys or string, does it Chaton?”

I wouldn’t play any game with you and string in public he thinks, and Chat’s glad he has the sense to chew the words back before he makes a fool of himself, because really, did that even make sense?

He settles for a purred, “Not this time,” and swings his legs back onto the roof. Chat crosses them and turns to face her - their knees brush.

“The game’s simple: two truths and a lie. Each of us will tell the other person three things. Then the other person will say if they’re right or not. Whoever gets the most right, wins.”

Ladybug tenses, ready to pull away. A frown graces her features.

“You know how I feel about discussing our… other lives.”

“It doesn’t have to be about anything like that,” he says hurriedly. He places a hand on her knee, as if that would really keep her there should she change her mind. His Lady was nothing if not a force of her own.

“It’s bound to be personal,” Ladybug argues. She neatly sweeps his hand away and begins to stand. Her reaction was far from what he’s intended, and he scrambles to fix it.

“I loathe Camembert cheese,” he starts, “and I’m allergic to feathers. My favorite color is green.”

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You know what I need?

A sexting reveal.

There’s nothing graphic, just implications, but if you’re not comfortable with that then don’t read below the cut.

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The Day Adrien Became a Stuttering Mess

When Adrien learns that Marinette is Ladybug but doesn’t have the chance to tell her who he is, he finds himself nervous and blushing around her at school the next day.

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“Milady, you forgot your-”

Cat Noir froze as a pink flash filled the alley, and before he had the sense to look away, Cat Noir was staring in shock at Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The hair ribbon he’d attempted to return to his partner fluttered to the ground as his jaw dropped.

“M-Marinette?!”

She flinched, “Um, I guess there’s no point in pretending I’m not Ladybug now, is there?”

He took a moment to just breathe. In and out, he reminded himself silently. This was fine. This wasn’t a big deal. This didn’t have to be a big deal. “You’re Ladybug.”

She nodded hesitantly, fiddling with the strap of her purse as her kwami settled on her shoulder.

He exhaled slowly, “Wow…” Somehow, everything he couldn’t fit into words, all the shock, the wonder, the confusion, the absolute elation of finally knowing, all condensed into that one small syllable.

She relaxed when their eyes met. She must have seen the way he was smiling at her, maybe even recognized the blush staining his cheeks, because she smiled, too, and he could almost swear his heart forgot how to function when he saw that.

Ladybug. She’s Ladybug, he thought to himself, all nerves and insecurity in the face of his friend, his partner, and his crush all wrapped up in one beautiful person.

He took a deep breath, “Milady. I’m A-”

She cut him off with a finger to his lips, “Wait, Cat… We can at least keep your identity secret, right? You shouldn’t tell me.”

He paused as she lowered her hand, and he swallowed an instinctive protest, “But… That’s not fair to you.”

She chuckled, “I think I’ll survive.”

He frowned, “Marinette…”

But, she was already leaving, “Sorry, I have to get home for dinner. We… we’ll talk about this later, Cat.” She smiled and waved as she ran past him, half of her hair loose and the other half still tied into a ponytail. “Night!”

“N-night,” he murmured softly, managing a wave as she rushed by. His transformation vanished the second she rounded the corner, and he sank back against the wall, “Plagg…”

Plagg snickered, “What? I thought you wanted to find out who Ladybug was.”

“Not like this,” Adrien whined, running a shaky hand through his hair.

“Not enough candlelight, Romeo?” Plagg teased, hovering at eye level.

“We were supposed to find out together.” Adrien murmured, “And…and it’s Marinette!” he groaned in frustration, “How am I supposed to talk to her tomorrow?”

“Same as always.” Plagg answered with a shrug, “Now, where’s my Camembert?”

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Adrien is the first to find out.

It happens unexpectedly and without warning, but all at once the pieces fall together and he wonders how he didn’t see it sooner: like the dawn sun breaks through a cloudy, sleeping sky.

They are sixteen and Ladybug collapses after a particularly grueling battle with an akuma. He scoops her into his arms without hesitation, ready to get her to safety, but they are in a wide open field with nowhere to hide and not enough time to find privacy.

He’s holding her in his arms when the last blip of her earrings sounds, so he scrunches his eyes shut as tightly as he can. He feels every inch of the warm, pink light of her de-transformation flood over him — from his fingertips to his elbows to his cheeks.

He will not betray her by opening his eyes. He will not. So he stands, silent, not daring to peek — even though, somehow, he already knows who he’s holding in his arms. He’s caught her from falling enough times to know her weight; he’s spent the last several years bumping her hands, her arms, her knees in class or while hanging out with Nino and Alya; he’s spent the last several years feeling her sunshine smile, carrying around her lucky charm like a personal benediction in the sole of his shoe.

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Plagg is so fun to drawww…so is Tikki but I find her harder to do for some reason. -shrugs-

I was going to draw one last kiss panel for it. But maybe in a separate post once I can work on it more and it turns out better. ;D I wish I would like more that last kiss there, tho.

Part 1-http://mnegan.tumblr.com/post/138517077654/the-httyd-lover-what-about-ladybug-and-chat-noir

Part 2-http://mnegan.tumblr.com/post/138642676844/okay-so-now-theres-going-to-a-third-part-i

Part 3-http://mnegan.tumblr.com/post/139152890494/i-swear-this-is-only-one-more-before-the-final-i

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@the-httyd-lover What about ladybug and chat noir, revealing their identity to each other and after looking at each other speechless adrien suddenly pulling marinette into a tight yet tender hug! (I know this it’s mostly a silent comic, but I’d love to see it!!!)

How about a 2 parts comic then. :3

And I know. Too romantic. Too cheesy. But hey. I’m trash.

I was gonna color it. But I’d take even longer. Like much longer since I get too much into detailed when coloring. D; Let me guys know if you want it in color tho!

Part 1 of 2. If I can finish it with a 2nd page. lol

Part 2- http://mnegan.tumblr.com/post/138642676844/okay-so-now-theres-going-to-a-third-part-i

Part 3- http://mnegan.tumblr.com/post/139152890494/i-swear-this-is-only-one-more-before-the-final-i

Part 4-http://mnegan.tumblr.com/post/140191972789/plagg-is-so-fun-to-drawwwso-is-tikki-but-i-find

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YOU ASKED FOR IT AND MY MIND CREATED THIS the most of sinful/nsfw arts and scribbles i have are with Adrinette, so if you request somethin like that just be careful… im always slut for adrinette sin.. welp theres no a big smut, i think, i should make a second blog for it.. ahem

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plot twist: ur dad actually does have cat ears and a tail

how would ur kids react if they didn’t know you had an alter ego then u made out with ur husband’s/wife’s alter ego??

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part 2…based from @ilkabrazins‘s commentary !! (ty for more angste ideas)

gabriel is the nefarious sorcerer who turns everyone into fashion disasters… LITERALLY. like they be wearing neon crocs with striped socks and a tutu and jersey?? while wielding hat stands and wrecking havoc

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you know this episode would’ve been a whole lot better if plagg didn’t keep his fucking mouth shut and was just like

“MARINETTE??OOOHHH SHIT GIRRRL DON’T I HAVE A STORY FOR YOU-” 

and adrien opens his fucking EYES AND IS JSUT LIKE OHOHOH SHIT 

and tikki gets arrested for manslaughter the end

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It’s Just a Nickname

“Phone, phone, where the CATS is my phone?” Adrien hissed to himself as he rummaged through his gym bag. Fencing had just let out and he needed to call Nathalie to let her know where he was—given how often he’d been disappearing lately, he wasn’t entirely surprised at how paranoid she’d become. But his phone was missing. Had he dropped it somewhere? Ugh, she was going to kill him.

“Looking for this?” said a familiar voice from behind him.

Adrien turned, and there—to his immense surprise—stood Alya Cesaire, dangling his phone precariously between two fingers.

He snatched it from her hand before she could drop it. “Merci a Dieu,” he breathed. “Where did you find it?”

Alya stared at him, then began to laugh. “FIND it?” she giggled. “You seriously still think you lost it?”

“What do you mean?”

Alya tossed her hair over her shoulder. “This is, like, the fourth time Marinette has left you an embarassing voicemail and had to steal your phone to delete it before you can hear it.”

Adrien nodded, sliding his phone into… wait, what?

Marinette?

She’d been leaving him voicemails?

Why would she be doing that? They weren’t that close, as far as he could tell. She was a friend, he supposed, but she barely acknowledged him, to the point of barely ever speaking to him even if she went out of her way to talk to everyone else in the class. Was she trying to prank him? If so, it was poorly executed, because he hadn’t noticed. And why keep stealing his phone? What was the point?

“What did the voicemail say?” he found himself asking.

Alya grinned and pointed at the phone. “You’ll just have to see for yourself, loverboy.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t you delete it?”

Alya shook her head. “Not this time,” she said. “Marinette was too busy screaming.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow. Screaming? What? Why would Marinette…

Oh. Oh no.

“So I’ve got a question for you…” Alya began, barely audible beneath the rushing pulse in Adrien’s ears. He opened his phone screen.

New Message From:

Oh, cats. Cat in a Camembert Trashcan.

“Why do you have Marinette’s number saved as ‘Princess’ on your phone?”

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Me: I need to stop beginning new multi-chapter fanfics and focus on the ones I’m already writing

The dwarf who lives in my brain: Sounds like elf talk, my boy!

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Summary:

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can’t deal. Post-reveal, pre-relationship.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng loved with a fierce sort of affection that gently destroyed him.

She wasn’t grand gestures or loud declarations or flashy devotion.

She was thoughtful moments and quiet attention and unwavering loyalty.

It took Adrien an embarrassingly long time to recognize it for what it was.  When everything he knew was detachment and afterthought his compass for affection was nearly non-existent.  He knew Nathalie’s cold comfort and his father’s broken promises and Chloe’s noisy fawning. He knew conditions and strings and if-thens.

He didn’t understand second chances.

Striving. Everyone in his life was striving.

They put their careers, their hopes, their reputation on his shoulders and poked and prodded and pulled until he smiled just right and spoke just so and moved just there.

And he didn’t know any different.

Until he did.

She loved in the little ways.

She loved in passing moments and quiet gestures and thoughtfully in a way that was almost careless.  In a way that was so very Marinette.

Adrien had always been careful, but in the five weeks since he found out the Truth he felt like his shoes were made of glass and every next step could be the one to shatter him.

A problem when every shy smile, confused blush, and rapid fluttering of blue, blue eyes made him feel like dancing, glass be damned.

Marinette was Ladybug.

In removing the mask he had been gifted with the knowledge that his best friend was never really as far away as she seemed.  Ladybug was untouchable.  Marinette was so very, very there.

It somehow made everything more vivid, more terrifying,

just more.

It had been painfully awkward of course. Because of course it was when she was so adamant about keeping their identities a secret.

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"Okay next question for all of you...if you had the chance would you do it with Chat Noir?"

“Okay next question for all of you… if you had the chance would you do it with Chat Noir?” Alya’s eyes scanned the circle as she tried to suppress her giggles. Adrien nearly choked on the popcorn he was eating, as he began to think that sneaking away to a boy girl sleepover at Marinette’s might not have been his best idea…

“Yup!” Nino said without hesitation. A strangled sound escaped Adrien’s throat. I so did not need to know that dude! Adrien thought to himself.

“No way! Way too much leather.” Rose stuck out her tongue in disgust. The leather is actually quite comfortable and formfitting thank you very much!

“Well if I had to pick a dude I guess I would do it with Chat Noir,” Kim said uncertainly.

“Excuse you!” Max squeaked indignantly.

“What about you Marinette? Would you do it with Chat Noir?” Alya said pointedly. Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Please, he’s not my type,” Marinette snickered.

“Not your type!?!” Adrien practically shrieked causing Marinette to nearly jump out of her skin.

“N-n-no not r-r-really,” Marinette stammered.

“What is blonde not your type?! Is heroism not your type? Nice smiles aren’t your type?!?” Adrien continued to screech.

“Sounds like someone has a crush on Chat Noir,” Alya teased

“WHY AREN’T I YOUR TYPE?!” Adrien shouted.

“WHAT?!!?” The group shouted in unison all heads swiveling to face the blonde boy. Marinette stared back at him in stunned silence. Shit!

I’m not accepting any more sentence prompts just finishing up the ones I have.

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2017′s Top Actors

Once again we find ourselves with a disproportionate amount of men named Chris. No one is complaining. Especially the men named Chris.

1. Tom Holland

2. Sebastian Stan −1 3. Chris Evans −1 4. Cole Sprouse 5. Tom Hiddleston −2 6. Jensen Ackles −2 7. Benedict Cumberbatch +2 8. Finn Wolfhard 9. Misha Collins −3 10. Bill Skarsgård 11. Dylan O'Brien −3 12. Matthew Daddario +4 13. Jared Padalecki −2 14. Chris Pine 15. Kit Harington 16. Lin-Manuel Miranda −6 17. KJ Apa 18. Adam Driver −13 19. Martin Freeman 20. Ezra Miller 21. Harry Shum Jr. 22. Diego Luna

23. Chris Hemsworth 24. Henrik Holm 25. John Boyega −13 26. Tyler Posey 27. Jeffrey Dean Morgan 28. Robert Downey Jr. 29. Jake Gyllenhaal 30. Dan Stevens

The number in italics indicates how many spots a name moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded names weren’t on the list last year.

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