#Miraculous fic

[buggaboo-i-love-you]

hello! i finished another fic! it’s another short one, around 850 words. feel free to take a look!

essentially, chat shows off his new lipstick to ladybug, but she thinks he’s under dark cupids spell again. enjoy!

[motherofplatypus]

A continuation from the previous fic i made for @fandomsforpali. Its connected but you can read it as a stand alone, but if you want more context go read that one first, since the topic will be the same. This time, it's from Chloe's perspective, and her new beginning.

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The Queen's Decision

Exceptional.

From the moment she was first able to comprehend words, that word stood up by itself. A word her mother always spoke in nearly every sentence. A word her mom used to describe anything. A word that's engraved in her mind, body, and soul.

Exceptional.

Like faith, Chloe held that word in high regard and use it as a measurement for herself. Even when her mom abandoned her, leaving a gaping hole in her life, she used that word in every single thing she did, in hope that one day her mom will see her as someone exceptional.

The moment she woke up: exceptional.

Passing by a mirror: exceptional.

Eating: exceptional.

Mistreating others: exceptional.

When she talks. When she walks. When she breathes. How she looks. Move her hands. The sway of her hair. The way she blinks. Her handwriting. In front of people. By herself. Every sentences. Every words. Every letters.

Exceptional.

And yet, her mom never came.

It wasn't enough, she thought to herself.

She took on public speaking lesson, because her parents both works in front of cameras all the time. She took on ballet, because they look graceful and maintain an ideal body shape. She learned as much as she could about fashion, because that's what her mom is.

Exceptional.

And yet, her mom still never once looked at her.

It wasn't enough. She's not exceptional enough.

What went wrong, she thought to herself. Was everything she did not exceptional enough, or were those not among the things her mom considered to be exceptional?

Then again, what is "being exceptional" even mean? A word she heard all her life, a word she used almost as often as her mom does, what exactly does that word mean?

That word felt so close to her, and yet so far. It's like she knows it, but couldn't exactly put it into words. Like grasping mist, when she thought she found the answer, everything slipped past her fingers.

For example, today in class, that Ladyblog girl making a speech about her dream job in front of the class. Being a journalist, what a ridiculous dream. And she made a long speech of whatever happens in the world. What a long and boring day it was.

And yet it was the only thing that stuck in her mind. Why would someone with such ridiculous outfits, looks, hair, and literally everything, stuck in her head this long. Not even XY's new song stayed in her head longer than five minutes.

Chloe refused to admit it, but there's something there. Something that caught her attention. It was a distant memory, but so familiar. It happened before once, a long time ago.

Oh, that's right.

When the final piece fell on to the right spot, Chloe remembered once more: it was the same feeling when Ladybug saved her. When she talked back to Hawkmoth. That feeling of awe, of respect. It was...

"Exceptional."

Neither Ladybug nor Alya looked exceptional by mistreating people. Neither of them looked exceptional by trying to be the better one among everyone. They stood up, they spoke up. Even when they could turn the other cheek and feign ignorance because it doesn't affect them directly, they choose to face it. Not to impress, but to express. Their determination, their courage, their will.

That was exceptional. Not whatever she thought all this time. Not what her mom made her thought what it was all this time.

Like that time when she was Queen Bee when Ladybug chose her again. The desire to save her father. Becoming someone other people can rely on.

She was exceptional.

She had been exceptional.

She could be exceptional once more.

With a call to her personal driver, she went to the Town Hall and see her father, the mayor. The sudden visit caused the man to jumped from his seat.

"Oh, Chloe, my dear. What brought you here at this hour?" the man asked, putting a nervous smile Chloe so familiar with.

Usually, Chloe would face her father with some sort of annoyance from a certain unfulfilled needs. But now, she felt calm. She felt stern and steady. She knows what she wants.

"There will be a protest about genocide in Gaza this weekend." Chloe spoke, matter-of-factly.

The mayor's face was unreadable. Hundreds of emotions were mixed on that face of his. In the end, he spoke the way he always does.

"O-oh, well, that's terrible, isn't it?" said the mayor. "I'll make sure the protest to be—"

"I don't want you to stop them." Chloe cut him off, and it shut the mayor real good. Mostly from shock of his daughter not wanting a protest to be stopped.

Chloe realized it looks so weird for her to sound so calm and determined, so she brought back her whining voice. "In fact, why don't you make sure there's more police there to keep them, I don't know, from being too smelly or looking utterly ridiculous. Ugh, just do something but don't stop them!" With a stomp, Chloe left the room by slamming the door.

That was probably the fastest interaction she had with her father. Even when throwing a tantrum, she could kept it ten minutes at least, but that was probably less than three minutes.

She threw herself on to her bed the moment she came back. She was exhausted, and that's coming from someone who learned ballet for years.

Things felt so out of place. It felt wrong in so many ways, yet she felt...good. Like a load off of her back and having the bones rearranged themselves when she stretched after waking up.

It was exhausting. It was too much work. And she felt...almost exceptional.

She needed more. More of that feeling. But what else can she do?

"Chloe?"

Someone called from the door. It was her half-sister, Zoe. Of all the people that could arrive right now, she's the last one she wanted to see.

Chloe changed her position to sitting on the bed, looked at her appearance on the phone to make sure she looks the way she always look. She tested her voice and make sure she has that bratty girl voice on.

"Get in!"

The door creaked open and Zoe presented herself, still in that ridiculous outfits—like, seriously, leather jacket and yellow pants? What a torture for the eyes.

As horrible as her half-sister looks, Chloe didn't mind her presence. In fact, she's kinda glad Zoe's here as distraction from her own mind.

A few seconds past, and Zoe still standing at the door, looking unsure. Chloe helped her with that.

"Well? Are you just gonna stand there and be an eyesore, or are you gonna say something?"

That apparently worked, as Zoe finally spoke. "Well, I just wanted to see if you're feeling...fine?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "And why wouldn't I be?" She said, but even she's not sure if she's feeling fine. When Zoe took too long to answer, Chloe pressured her. "Well? Say it."

"Andre called me and told me that you...don't want him to stop a protest?"

With a groan louder than she ever did in her life, Chloe buried herself deep into her pillows. Incomprehensible mumbles were loud enough for Zoe to hear it across the room.

She knew it. Chloe knew it was very weird of her to act like that. She shouldn't have done that. Why did she even do that? To be exceptional? Does being exceptional feels this convoluting?

The side of her bed shifted a bit as Zoe sits. Chloe didn't raise her head, but she stopped groaning.

"I know we don't talk too much, but maybe you wanna tell me more about the whole thing?" said Zoe. "I promise I won't laugh, no matter what it is."

Chloe peaked through the pillows and see her half-sister looking at her, thin smile on her face with reassurance. She already said what she said to her father, she got nothing more to lose telling her half-sister the same thing.

Chloe shifted herself to sitting position and told Zoe what happened at school, about the protest, and how her perspective about being exceptional had changed.

"I wanted to feel like that too, you know? Exceptional. It feels like it's so close now, but I can't even touch it." Chloe looked at Zoe. Her expression was unreadable, like there's hundreds of emotions swirling up inside, not sure which one should surface.

Great, I broke her, Chloe thought.

"Of course, I did it because I have to be exceptional. I'm Chloe Bourgeoise, after all." Chloe added with high and mighty tone, but Zoe's face doesn't change.

For a few seconds that felt like hours, Zoe apparently finally deciding an expression to make. She grabbed Chloe's hands firmly, but gentle. Chloe never realized just how...good it felt, being held like this.

"Chloe, don't lie to yourself, please."

The smile on her face felt different. It wasn't friendliness, and it wasn't fake either. It was something deeper, something Chloe very unfamiliar with, yet longed for it.

"The moment you decided to do something without expecting any reward from anyone, you have become exceptional." Zoe said. "Chloe, I'm proud of you, for doing this out of your own will, and you should be proud of yourself as well."

Like a click inside her head, Chloe felt her heart shrunk and eyes burning. She pulled her hands away from Zoe and turned around, doing a terrible job at hiding her emotion.

To be exceptional. To be proud of. Not because she worked to impress others, but because she chose it. Something no one in her life had made her feel. The feeling was indescribable.

Someone is proud of her.

She is proud of herself.

She is exceptional.

Chloe turned back to Zoe. Her make up slightly ruined, but she had never looked happier than before. The high and mighty look she has no longer has that arrogance, but determination.

"That's it, I've decided I will be in the protest as well. They need to be blessed with a great presence such as me, after all." Chloe said. "Alright, so first, answer me this: what do common people wear in a protest?"

***

I'm not promising, but I'd like to write how other characters learned about the situation in Gaza and how they reacted to it.

If you're a Miraculer who also like to write or making fanarts and refuse to be silent with the genocide going on, consider joining the campaign here. Let's be a hero, together.

Free Palestine!

[kanadellama]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61985641/chapters/158508382

hahhaa i wrote a fic wow yippee i wrote a fic its just the couffaine twins being couffaine twins i do not know anything about nails all this information is from youtube fucking shorts thank you

[a-flaming-idiot]

Title: Flight Feathers

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence 

Word Count: 16,18

Additional Tags: sentimonster Marientte Dupain-Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Is a Sentimonster, Hurt Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Injury, Chronic Pain, Powerless Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Loss of Powers, Protective Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Knows Marinette Dupain-Cheng Is Ladybug, Good Friend Alya Césaire, Protective Alya Césaire, nino Lahiffe & Marinette Dupain-Cheng friendship, Traumatized Marinette,

Series: Part 2 of Senti-Mari AU

Summary: ”Marinette is a sentimonster. Maybe deep down she knows she's different. Maybe she doesn't. All that matters now is she is in pain and she's alone. Sure, she has her friends beside her doing the best they can to support her following getting mauled by the Starvation Primordial. But she's alone and she knows it. Adrien isn't holding up much better. The crimes of his family weigh on him. Now he can't help but question if the choices he's made now are any better than the choices his parents made years ago. And the two of them are bringing everyone else for the ride.”

[gsstories]

I have rewritten a fic of mine! If you wish to read it, go ahead and do so! Updates may be slow but they will appear in a timely manner (hopefully!)

[official-vampire-business]

i got somewhere sorry for the eye strain lol. immediately after becoming scarab adrien started practicing yoyo tricks

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— so it’s summer, so it’s suicide (here)

Written by @bittersweetresilience

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Written by @coffeebanana

[nightinggail-writes]

you have to understand (that the one i killed is me)

Becoming Guardian of the Miraculous has caused nothing but anxiety and stress for Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Between her duties as Guardian, her job as Ladybug, and her civilian life, she's struggling to push through the stress. To Marinette, there's only one solution to her plight; she has to give up one of the three sides of her life.

Chapter Summary Quote:

"Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt." – Plautus.

Tags: angst heavy, depression, unbeta'd, marinette-centric

Word count: 2,872

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Chapter 2: Sign of the Times

They told me that the end is near

We gotta get away from here

- Sign of the Times by Harry Styles -

Tuesday, May 1st, 2018

Waking up the next morning, knowing what she was about to do, knowing that in a week she wouldn’t see her family and friends for who knows how long, hurt far more than Marinette thought it would. Going downstairs to eat breakfast before she went to school, and seeing her mother there behind the counter making her food, nearly made her start sobbing then and there.

“Morning, Mama.” Marinette choked out, struggling to hold back her tears and sound semi-normal. She would need to get better at doing that if she was going to look less suspicious over the next two weeks; she didn’t need anyone catching on and poking their nose into anything she was doing.

“Good morning, sweetheart!” Sabine greeted. Her eyes flitted over to Marinette, a concerned look appearing across her face, lips forming into a frown. Her mother moved towards her and placed her hands on her face, turning it left and right as she inspected it. “Marinette, are you okay? You look exhausted, and your eyes are all red. Did something happen last night?”

“No, nothing happened. I just didn’t sleep well, Mama” Marinette’s mouth burned as the lie left her lips. It took everything in her to not break down in her mother's arms and tell her everything that’s happened in the last three years and have her mother talk her out of her plan.

“If you say so, now eat your breakfast and get ready for school. If you take any longer, you’ll be late.” Marinette smiled, replying with her agreement, and began eating her breakfast.

I only have one week before their trip outside the city to Marseille, and I have one night to pull this off. Marinette thought to herself, biting into her croissant. First thing I need to do is to actually find a place to stay, preferably somewhere on the opposite side of the city.

“Marinette.”

The 13th arrondissement would be the best option, but I could make do with the 14th as long as I’m extra careful.

“Marinette.”

I’ll have to wait until later to search for places to stay for the time being. Maybe an abandoned apartment? Or a building under construction? Master Fu’s old place? Or even–

“Marinette!”

Marinette jerked to attention, banging her knee against the counter. “Huh? What?”

Her mother sighed and pointed to the clock, “If you don’t get dressed now, you’re going to be late to school.”

Marinette’s eyes widened, “Oh shoot! Thank you, Mama! I’ll see you later!” she shouted, rushing out of her chair and into her room to get dressed.

As soon as Marinette climbed into her bedroom, Tikki flew up to her, “Marinette, are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this? I’ll support you either way, but I just want you to be absolutely certain before you do anything.”

“Yes, I’m sure, Tikki.” Marinette sighed, pulling on a white button up. “It’s the only way I can do it, and the sooner I find Hawkmoth, the sooner everything can go back to normal.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Tikki said as Marinette tugged on a pair of light blue denim jeans and tucked her shirt in. “Just…please talk to me if you’re feeling too overwhelmed. I care about you, Marinette, and I don’t want you to make any decisions that you might regret.”

“I know that what I have to do is going to be hard, and I’m aware that the next week is going to be extremely difficult for me; But this is something I must do–Hawkmoth has taken over too much of my life. I just want everything to go back to normal.” Marinette said, looking over at Tikki with pain glistening in her eyes.

She slipped into a muted pink sweater vest, turning towards her mirror. Marinette looked at herself, the perfect picture of normality. She dressed as she always did, in fact, she over dressed, her outfit far nicer than what she would usually wear for school.

“I do want to say, you’re looking awfully nice for just going to school, Marinette.” Tikki stated. “You don’t usually dress like this for school.”

“I have to look as if everything is normal.” Marinette replied, letting her hands run down the front of the sweater vest. “Besides, I can’t wear my normal casual clothes, I’m going to need them while I’m gone, it’s not like I can wear my pajamas the whole time I’m gone. If I need to get food, I’ll need to wear casual clothes, as well as a disguise. And if there’s an akuma in the middle of the day, I can’t just detransform in an alley while wearing the clothes I’m sleeping in. They need to be clean, and who knows when I’ll be able to do my laundry.”

Marinette locked eyes with Tikki through the reflection of the mirror, “Everything is normal.”

~~~~~~

Marinette was having a hard time pretending everything was normal.

The moment she set eyes on her best friend, she was immediately consumed with guilt for a plan she had yet to act on. All she could think about was the amount of pain she was about to put her through.

As she sat at her shared desk with Alya, Marinette’s thoughts began to consume her.

Would she forgive me after this? Marinette thought to herself. If she ever found out the truth, would she find it in herself to forgive me? Or would she leave me behind out of betrayal? What kind of best friend does this?

In her daze, she didn’t notice the concerned looks Adrien, Alya, and Nino shared with one another. Nor did she notice when the trio pulled their phones out.

Adrien: Is Marinette doing okay? She looks so out of it, I’m a little concerned.

Nino: ditto on that dude

Nino: she usually daydreams, but this is really bad

Alya: The girls and I talked to her yesterday. She’s taking her breakup with Luka pretty hard

Alya: From what Jules told me, their breakup was amicable, but I dug up from Marinette that they broke up because of something she had done

Alya: She didn’t say what it was, all she said was that it was a mutual decision between the two of them and didn’t elaborate any further

Alya: Juleka tried to ask Luka the reason, but he was also pretty tight-lipped about it apparently

Nino: i hope mar feels better soon, she knows we're here for her right?

Adrien: I didn’t realize she was taking her breakup with Luka so hard. We’ll have to let her know she can always talk to us if she needs anything, or if she wants a shoulder to cry on.

Alya: She said that she was just going to be sad for a bit, but that otherwise she’ll be fine

Adrien: That’s good news at least. We’ll just keep her as much company as possible, while she’s still grieving her relationship.

Nino: good idea, dude

Alya: That’s a good idea. She mentioned this morning that she wanted to get rid of some of her clothing, so maybe we could help her pack some of it up after school today

Adrien: I’ll have to check with Natalie, but I’m sure if I just tell her we’re studying, I can help out.

Nino: 👍

~~~~~~

Marinette just couldn’t say no.

She can’t say no to anything, really. The people pleaser in her heard them and said to her, “Marinette, you can’t just say no. They don’t know what you’re actually doing with the clothes you’re supposedly “donating”. And Adrien got permission to hang out for once, it would be selfish of you to decline their offer, wouldn’t it?”

So now the four of them are in Marinette’s bedroom going through her clothes, and shoving the chosen outfits into trash bags to be sent off to Emmaüs to donate. What she did say no to was the offer to help her bring the trash bags to the store.

“Are you sure you don’t want our help?” Alya asked. “That’s a lot of stuff to bring to the store yourself, Mari.”

Marinette looked up from the bag she finished tying up. “Papa is helping me drop the clothes off at the store later this week before their trip to Marseille for that wedding they’re going to. Besides, it’s only three bags, not boxes upon boxes.”

“Why aren’t you going to the wedding?” Adrien questioned, sprawled out on her chaise lounge like a cat basking in the sunlight (literally, the glow of the sun only made his hair more golden and literal gold). “You were invited too, right?”

“Nope, it’s a child-free wedding, and according to the brides, I don’t make the age cut. My parents aren’t just guests, either, they’re making the wedding cake as their gift, so it’s technically work. I doubt they would have had me go with them even if they weren’t guests themselves. ” Marinette shrugged. “I don’t mind all that much anyway, I get a few days to catch up on homework and sew up some of the designs in my sketchbook without interruption.”

“Or play some Ultimate Mecha Strike with your favorite people!” Nino pipped up.

“Or to have a sleepover with your best friend~” Alya sang from her spot on Marinette’s bed.

Marinette laughed. Of course, Alya would suggest a sleepover. “Sorry, Alya, my parents already told me no sleepovers while they’re gone.”

“Ugh. I thought Tom and Sabine were the cool ones.” Alya visibly deflated. “Guess it’s gonna be a digital sleepover for us.”

“Count me in, Al's, we could all do an online UNO sesh.” Nino said. “I bet it wouldn’t take much to win against you losers.”

Alya gasped and sat up, grabbing one of Marinette’s pillows and chucking it at Nino, “You take that back! Beating you at UNO would take less time than Ladybug and Chat Noir’s fights against Mr. Pigeon!”

Marinette laughed along with Adrien while the couple continued to bicker with each other.

She would miss this.

~~~~~~

Wednesday, May 2nd 2018

Finding an abandoned place in the 13th arrondissement was harder than she thought it would be. Finding an apartment itself wasn’t what was difficult. It’s how she could find an apartment to hide out in. Going out as herself wouldn’t be very easy, especially if she bumped into someone she knew. However, going out as Ladybug would bring about another set of difficulties.

If she went out as Ladybug, she’d have Chat Noir asking questions about why she was out more often, and as much as she wanted him in on the plan, her identity could be compromised if he showed up announced. Civilians could notice her roaming around and request pictures or interviews if they were a news crew or paparazzi.

Okay, Marinette thought. Pros and Cons, it’ll have to be. Pros of going as myself: Fewer people coming up to me and interrupting my search. Con: If someone I know sees me, they’ll have questions as to why I’m there. Pro: They could automatically assume I’m there to go to some of the Asian markets to get some groceries for Mama. Con: Access to the apartments won’t be very easy, especially in trying to find an abandoned one.

Pros of going as Ladybug: Easy access to any apartments as well as a speedy getaway if anyone approaches. Con: Chat Noir could see me and get curious as to what I’m doing and try to follow or approach me. Pro: If there’s an Akuma attack, I could get there much quicker, and possibly defeat the Akuma faster as well.

Ladybug it is, Marinette decided. She only had three days left until her parents left for the wedding. Three days to find a place, move all her clothes, and buy some supplies so that she wouldn’t starve and would have somewhere to sleep. As well as supplies to make her suspect board. She had a lot to do and very little time to do it.

“Tikki, Spots On!” Marinette felt the transformation rush over her and leapt up to her balcony to find herself her very first apartment.

~~~~~~

Thursday, May 3rd 2018

Finding an abandoned apartment was actually a lot harder than Marinette initially thought it would be. She could understand a whole building not being completely abandoned, but finding just one apartment was starting to be difficult. She hasn’t searched the whole arrondissement just yet, only about half of it. But giving her luck so far, the odds weren’t looking so good.

Marinette didn’t leave her house until after her parents went to bed, thankfully the two of them had to be up at almost 3:00 in the morning, so she was able to leave just past 8:00pm. Marinette wouldn’t be going back home until she found an apartment, and it was already 1:00am.

“I have to stop and take a break.” Marinette mumbled to herself. “I’ll run myself ragged at this rate, and I still have school tomorrow.”

Marinette sat down on the ledge of a building, closing her eyes and just letting the sounds of the city of lights in the dead of night wash over her. She thought of nothing and everything. The laughter of her friends and family over the last few weeks. The feeling of the tears rolling down her cheeks when she was finally alone with her thoughts. The smell of Alya’s vanilla scented perfume and Adrien’s cedar cologne, the smell of the pastries her Papa and Mama bake every morning, the smell of the coffee Nino brings them all every morning, knowing that the four of them were up all night. The sound of Chat Noir’s shouts during Akuma fights, of Master Fu granting her guardianship over the Miracle box, the sound of Luka’s melodic voice asking her why she was lying to him. The taste of the tears now rolling down her face, gliding over her lips, salty and bitter.

Marinette sat on top of that building in the 13th arrondissement, letting the sounds, the scents, the feelings, and the taste of her home wash over her. Letting the senses of the city take over, instead of the emotions she feels.

Marinette opened her eyes, sight blurred with the sea of her emotions, and let the lights of Paris entrance her, encompass her. Let Paris suffocate her senses. It was already suffocating her, anyway. What was more suffocation. Time seemed like it stopped, like she was letting herself be for as long as she needed.

So Marinette stood, used to the suffocating nature of Paris after three long years, and got back to her task of finding a place to headquarter in. After taking her much-needed break, it didn’t take her very long to find a relatively run-down building, with a shop underneath the apartment bearing a for-sale sign, and upon searching the building up using her yo-yo, the shop–and the apartment by extension–had been up for sale for 4 months.

She found her place.

~~~~~~

Friday, May 4th 2018

By the time she got home last night to sleep, it was 3:00 in the morning, narrowly missing her parents getting ready for the day. She had gone back and forth from her house to the apartment, dropping off the bags of clothes.

Marinette now had two days left, her parents were leaving for Marseille tomorrow morning–Friday morning–and wouldn’t be planning on coming home until Sunday Night, they had all of Friday to take the train to Marseille and settle into their hotel, Saturday to meet with the brides to discuss the cake as well as bake said cake, and Sunday to attend the wedding.

Marinette would be leaving late Saturday Night.

Thursday morning, after her final class, she bolted to the store to grab the necessities. She wasn’t lying when she said she was going to Emmaüs, she was just lying about what she would be doing there. Finding a comforter and a sleeping bag wasn’t that hard, nor a portable stove and toaster oven to cook food, she wasn’t going to be living off of take out for the foreseeable future. She found a large corkboard and some thumbtacks on sale at an office supply store, as well as some red yarn she dug out of her yarn trunk at home (yes, she was going full movie style detective, how could she not? If she was going to be miserable investigating Hawkmoth for who knows how long, she might as well have some fun with it).

Like with her clothes, Marinette waited until the dead of night to bring the supplies back to the apartment, and just like last time, it took multiple trips to bring everything over.

Before she knew it, Friday had arrived. Marinette woke up early (shocking) to say goodbye to her parents got dressed, and left for school.

Marinette bounded up the stairs to face the doors of Dupont, Alya in front of her with a smile on her face, “You ready for the weekend, girl!”

As ready as she’ll ever be.

[kuromori4]

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11: A WIP I'd like to finish someday...

Oh god, I have SO MANY. I think there are 2 that are at the absolute top of my list that are actually very close to completion. Sympathy Pain is one I've been working on since like, Feb... It's probably my fav thing I've ever written, and it's been sitting in limbo at 95% complete since about March. T_T (It literally hurts so bad to sit on this) The other is a 5 part series of oneshots. It's a sexy, dark, gritty Enemies AU. The first part is finished, the 2nd is half done, and the others are framed out. I had to put everything on pause when I joined this year's MLB Big bang though.

22: Do I worry about public reaction and how do I get past that?

I really have no shame, I guess! Hahaha. I like to write mature themes. Adult themes, and though I haven't posted too many, I'm sitting on a lot of content right now, haha. The thing is, that I really want people to read and like my stuff, and if they don't like what I put out then... well, I don't care XD Like I do, I guess. but not everyone enjoys 'adult' content and that's just fine. But anyone who's gonna be an ass about it can eat tacks, hahaha It's not just adult content either. I gravitate towards dark and painful things. I like to torture the blorbos. I'm not above writing a bittersweet or even bitter ending. Of course I love them and want them to be happy, but sometimes things don't end well for everyone! Some people can't stand that.

29: How easy is it for me to come up with titles?

Generally, I'm not too bad with it. I've come up with some great titles pretty quickly/easily. I also have people in my life I can bounce Ideas off of. But not every fic is that easy to title. Like the enemies AU I'm working on. I have a name for the first, completed part. I have yet to come up with a series name. ><

30: Share a fic I'm particularly proud of:

Oh please, give this a chance. It's really dark/bleak depressing, so I get that it won't be everyone's cup of tea. But my god, I love this fic SO much. It also kinda plays out like a mystery; you don't really know what's going on until you do. And when you do, it's got that 'heart sinking' feeling. (Or at least I hope it does) This is probably one of the most poetic, heartbreaking, deeply emotional things I've ever written.

[akqrus]

IKIGAI

Ikigai: A reason for being: the thing that gets you up in the morning. It can be a lover or a friend, who is your Ikigai?

A collection of drabbles/writings of the lovesquare I've been requested.

Send me an ask with any side of the lovesquare!!

[buggaboo-i-love-you]

does anyone have any good fic recommendations for zoenette? honestly even julekanette bc i just realized how much i love that ship! ofc if you have other ones too im always open to new ones!

[motherofplatypus]

This fic is inspired by @fandomsforpali IG story quite a while back where the question was, IIRC, "How would each character learned about the situation?". I made several fic using that prompt, but this one is the best one I could make after a long hiatus from writing. This may not be much, but this is what I can do.

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Red Determination: A Miraculous Fic

The whole class gave a round of applause after Mylene gave her speech about her dream job: being an environmental activist. A benevolent job, fitting her nature perfectly.

Today, each and every one of them must give a speech about their dream job, an assignment Ms. Bustier gave them two weeks ago, where they must do research about their job and pretty much try to convince why their job is important. They were supposed to make the speech last week, but an akuma attack delayed it by a week.

Ms. Bustier looked at the attendance list before calling out the next name she chose randomly. "Alya Cesaire."

Some of the class were cheering on her. Nino cheered the loudest and had Ms. Bustier telling him to quiet down. Marinette just placed a hand on her shoulder, barely making a smile that she knows her best friend didn't look.

To everyone else, Alya may looked fine, almost expressionless, but Marinette knows better. Something has been bugging her best friend, almost a whole week, and Alya never spoke about it with her. She always said "I need to learn something".

Alya stood in front of the class, a sheet of paper with her speech in hand, and she looked at her friends, not focused to any of them.

"Good morning everyone." Alya spoke. "Well, as you all know, I'm here to make a speech about my dream job."

None of her classmates noticed it, but her voice trembled when she spoke the first sentence. It was slight, almost unnoticed, but Marinette and Nino caught on that. They shared a concerned look but said nothing otherwise.

"As you all know, I wanted to be a journalist, which is why I created the Ladyblog and post videos about the latest akuma attacks as a, well, let's just say it's training." A few of the giggled, being fully aware of her reckless behavior. "And of course, I can do that almost without much to fear. Ladybug always save the day, so I can be stupidly reckless. Although that's not something I should be proud of."

Marinette twitched slightly. Sure, her Miraculous Ladybug can fix any akuma damage, no matter how bad it is, but still, she'd rather deal with akuma knowing her best friend is being anywhere but near the danger itself.

"So, I did a deep research for this speech about being a reporter for the last two weeks. Too deep, I must say, and I learned a lot about it." She spoke matter-of-factly. "Of all the things that I learned, I particularly learned about the...weight of being a journalist."

That short delay instantly shifted the mood of the class. Now, they're all looking at her. Listening to what she learned in the last two weeks from this assignment.

Alya took a breath and let it out softly. "I learned that being a journalist is more than just trying to get the latest scoop and news . Scandals that piqued people's interest that makes them talk about it in their free time." She said. "I also learned that being a journalist also mean to put my life on the line and being ready to lose it any second, all for the sake of telling the truth to the world."

There's another delay, longer than before. Concern was visibly painted on her classmates' faces, and even Ms. Bustier had to step in.

"Alya, if you don't feel like doing the speech now, you can do it later with me after class. You can go back to your seat." The teacher said, as concerned as everyone else.

"Thanks, Ms. Bustier, but I'll do it now." Alya gave a quick smile. "If I want to be a journalist, I have to be ready to face reality and truth."

She lowered her hand that's holding up her speech, and she spoke as if she had memorized every single letters on the paper. "Since October 7th 2023, israel had been committing genocide on Palestinians' land, committing war crimes after war crimes, and violating every single international law.

"In just a single year, they have murdered over 45.000 Palestinians, where 17.000 of them are children. And 146 of them are journalists, as per the latest news. That is twice the number of journalist killed in World War 2, the most horrific war in human history that lasted for several years, in just a single year."

Someone scoffed, and it came from none other than Chloe. "Are you really trying to turn this whole thing into politic? How ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous."

Chloe didn't even look at Alya when she spoke. She could pretend all she wants, but everyone present there could hear it in her voice, one that's often filled with pride and arrogance, was trembling for once.

Alya read that act all too well, and she continued. "Genocide tied every topic together, even our dream jobs." Alya turned to her friends. "Mylene, you said you wanted to become an environmental activist, correct?"

The environmental activist nodded her head. "Yes."

"Do you know in just a single year, israel have dropped over 80.000 tons of bombs on Gaza? Compare that to the two nukes that were dropped on Japan in World War 2, both weighted 9.300kg in total. Max, how much is the comparison?"

Max, with his calculator on hand, answered with a choked voice, "That'll be 8.6 times more."

"In a single year. Now, Max," Alya continued with Max after Mylene nearly fainted. "You love technology more than anything. How would you react when you know they used drones that plays baby crying to lure the Palestinians out from their shelter to kill them? What would you do when you heard about "Where's Daddy?" AI."

Max was reluctant, afraid of what he would see. And yet, his fingers moved by themselves and search for it. "Oh my god" was the only response he could give.

"Sabrina," Alya turned to the orange haired girl. "You wanted to be a nurse, a healthcare worker. In just a single year, more than 900 healthcare workers were murdered by israel, 260 of them were nurses."

Sabrina's face lost her color, but Alya is not stopping.

"Kim, you want to be an athlete. FIFA is putting a double standard for Russia's invasion on Ukraine and israel's genocide on Palestinians. Ivan, stay at home dad, 70% of the people israel killed are women and children. Nino, a movie director, this is the most documented genocide in history. Alix—"

Abruptly, Alya stopped. She unclenched her fist that nearly teared her speech paper and wiped the single tear on her cheek.

Her heart was beating fast. Flames burning wild within her, crawling its way up her throat. She couldn't exactly tell what she's feeling right now, because she felt everything. Sadness, fury, disgust, shame, all burning inside her.

She took a deep breath once more, keeping her emotions under control. She looked at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand and folded it into her pocket.

"This is not something that happened just recently, it's been going on for decades." Alya spoke again, keeping herself together with everything that she had. "In 2021, israel massacred 137 people, then in 2019, in 2014, in 2012, in 2009, and many others and all the way back to 1948 where they massacred five towns. Seven decades of oppression."

Alya take a look at Marinette, then Adrien and Nino. For the first time, she smiled, genuinely.

"I haven't changed my mind about being a journalist, and I am not discouraged in the slightest even after knowing that the international law will not protect me," she said. "That is why I will create another blog to keep everyone as up to date as possible about the situation in Palestine, and I'm planning to held a protest this weekend to demand for an end to this illegal occupation."

"Alya," Ms. Bustier called with a thin smile on her face, the similar smile she wear when instead of punishing the wrongdoer, she punished both sides. "Don't you think protest is a bit too much?"

"It's not." Alya answered immediately. "We helped Mylene with her protest during the Project Oxygen announcement, and we did it. We were fighting for environment back then, now we're fighting for human rights."

Alya looked at her friends once more with determined look, and they looked back on her with the same look as her.

"I will close my speech with my all time favorite quote: "all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing". We may not have superpower like Ladybug and Chat Noir, but we have the power to make a change. This time, let's us all be heroes." Alya said. "I am Alya Cesaire, thank you for your attention."

She went back to her chair with a deafening cheers.

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Writer's note: You don't need a miraculous to be a hero. All you need is that first step to fight against injustice.

We're with you. We'll fight together.

Free Palestine.

[strawberry--boi]

Guys. I've done it. I've made the MC in my Miraculous fanfic rule out so many future episodes that I will get to make my own up to fill in the blanks. Hell yeah

[christaspirit]

Hey, I got a question about your story. What was the balance for choles wish?

I'm kinda messing with the rules, so there isn't really one???

The wish itself is weird in the story, so the balance is that the wish isn't being granted the way it should be, especially since it was made by a five-year-old. Can't go too deep into it because it's spoilers, but based on the literal wording of the wish, Marinette should have been erased from existence. No one would ever remember she existed. That's not gonna happen, partially as the balance of the wish (as well as another secret thing that's as of yet unrevealed), but also... the wish is incomplete.

It burned up all of Chloe's magic energy as a little five-year-old, so the wish's current status is incomplete. The characters aren't quite aware of that yet, but if you pay attention, you may catch some small details in some of the more recent chapters.

[sketchbonked]

THIS FIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD I NEED YOU ALL TO READ IT RIGHT NOW

it’s the perfect blend of angst and fluff and i’m obsessed with the face mask scene