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Even now, with his father lost to the universe, and not even a body to bury, Gabriel was still here. He was in his room, in all the belongings his money had bought, in all the clothes that bore his brand. He was in the Miraculous on Adrien’s hand, the twin rings hanging from a chain he could never remove, in all the words Ladybug refused to tell Chat Noir. And he was in the statue in the Place des Vosges, immortalized in gold, looking out at the city with serene contemplation, but never down at Adrien. Never again. “He was Monarque,” Adrien spoke into the darkness. Maybe Plagg could hear, maybe not. His Kwami was always good about knowing just what Adrien wanted him to know. “My father was Monarque.” His words hung hollow in the silence, their weight somehow growing heavier on Adrien’s chest as he spoke. The voice didn’t answer, keeping silent long enough for Adrien to wonder, once more, if he really had imagined it. Then it was there again, as close and clear as though its speaker was in the room with him. You’re Chat Noir, it told him firmly. Cataclysm his statue.
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#gonna post the rest on ao3 when it stops being wonky#you finally did it moonie#you finally made me finish a ficlet#i imagine ladybug shows up after this like ‘good job kitty’#then gives him a croissant as a treat#also HAHA can you believe they put the gabriel statue in the place des vosges#RIGHT NEXT TO MARINETTE’S HOUSE#i bet if félix hadn’t suggested cataclysming it to adrien lb def would’ve#ml fanfic#ml fanart#ml comic#twin telepathy au#felix graham de vanily#felix f*th*m#adrien agreste#miraculous ladybug#senti-felix#senti-adrien#ml re-creation#re-creation spoilers#mls5
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Title: Stealing HER Fate
Summary: In an alternate take on the Miraculous Ladybug universe, an outsider wakes up in Marinette's world and steals her fate as Ladybug, determined to claim the life and destiny that wasn’t hers. With manipulative cunning, the reader becomes Paris’ celebrated heroine, earning Adrien’s love and the world’s admiration while ensuring Marinette never steps into the role of Ladybug across all timelines.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️
Gaslighting and manipulation, Villainous protagonist, Bittersweet outcomes,and Character alteration and reimagination.
Word Count: 3,718
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You never expected to wake up in Paris—not the Paris you knew, but a version straight out of a TV screen. The last thing you remembered was falling asleep after yet another late-night binge of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir, grumbling about how Marinette didn’t deserve the Miraculous of the Ladybug. She was clumsy, obsessive, and a borderline stalker when it came to Adrien.
“She doesn’t deserve it,” you’d mutter to yourself, turning off the screen. “I could do so much better.”
When you woke up, everything felt… different.
You weren’t in your bed, in your small, cozy apartment back in your real life. Instead, you were in a room you didn’t recognize, adorned with pictures of a family you’d never seen before. The soft morning light seeped through lacy curtains, and outside, the faint sound of Parisian streets hummed. Paris.
No. It couldn’t be.
You bolted upright, scanning the room. It was utterly surreal, yet painfully familiar. The pictures of the Eiffel Tower, the smell of croissants wafting through the house—this was Paris. But it wasn’t your Paris. It was the Paris of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir.
You stumbled to the mirror, half-expecting to see your usual face. But no, it was still you, albeit… younger. A moment of panic set in, but the surreal reality quickly overtook it. Somehow, impossibly, you were in the Miraculous universe. And if you were here, you knew exactly what was going to happen next.
Your initial excitement quickly morphed into envy. Marinette, in all her awkwardness, was destined to become the heroine, to wield the Ladybug Miraculous and save Paris. But why? You were smarter, more decisive, and less distracted. If anyone deserved that kind of power, it was you.
And then you realized—you could take it.
The memory of the Origins episode was fresh in your mind. Master Fu would soon be in trouble, and Marinette was supposed to save him. But if you acted first, you could claim the Miraculous and rewrite destiny itself.
The plan was simple: stay close to Marinette, wait for the right moment, and steal her fate.
That morning, your new parents—kind strangers who felt oddly warm—called you down to breakfast. They smiled as though you’d always been their child, and while it was disconcerting, you played along. Over croissants and jam, your mother handed you a small box of mooncake. “For your first day at your new school,” she said with a smile.
You nodded, murmuring your thanks. But your mind was already racing. You knew the plot. You knew what today would bring. You were determined to take the chance Marinette was supposed to have. After all, why not? If fate had given you this opportunity, then wasn’t it meant to be yours?
The streets of Paris were just as lively as you imagined, the sights both foreign and familiar. You approached the school with your cookies in hand, keeping an eye out for the key moment.
At the crosswalk, you saw him: Master Fu, the elderly guardian of the Miraculouses, hobbling across the street. You watched from a distance, your heart pounding as you spotted the scene unfolding. This was the moment. This was where Marinette was supposed to step in.
But not today.
You ran forward, reaching him just in time. “Sir, watch out!” you shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling him to safety. The car whizzed by, the driver honking angrily.
Master Fu looked up at you with a warm, grateful smile. “Thank you, young lady. That was very brave of you.”
You smiled warmly, masking your inner glee. “It was nothing, sir. Are you okay?”
He nodded, adjusting his cane. He wobbled precariously, and you helped steady him. “Here, let me help you,” you said, guiding him to the sidewalk.
“That’s very kind of you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude.
You noticed Marinette standing a few steps away, her box of macarons clutched tightly. She had seen the whole thing, but she hadn’t had a chance to act. You shot her a quick glance, a small smirk playing on your lips.
Would you like one of these?” you asked, pulling a mooncake from the box and handing it to Master Fu.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it with a smile. “You’re a very thoughtful young lady.”
Marinette hesitated, her eyes darting between you and Master Fu. “Um… I was going to—”
“Oh, were you?” you interrupted, feigning surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
Marinette frowned but didn’t respond. She tightened her grip on her macarons and walked away, her excitement from earlier dimmed.
As you made your way to school, a flicker of guilt passed through you. You now destroy Marinette’s chance to be Ladybug. No. You stole her chance to be Ladybug. But she didn’t need to be Ladybug. You were here now, and you would be better.
The classroom buzzed with energy as you entered. Marinette Dupain-Cheng sat near the front, she stares at you but quickly looks away. It's obvious she didn’t like you when a frown curved her mouth. You didn’t care, you're not here to be friends with her anyways. You took a seat a few rows away, watching as the class dynamics played out like clockwork: Chloé Bourgeois asserting her dominance, and Alya standing up for Marinette, But your focus was elsewhere. Your mind was on what would come later.
Later that day, the akuma attack on Stoneheart interrupted class. You feigned fear like everyone else, though inside, you were buzzing with anticipation. This was how the story began.
Because of what happened, school was suspended, sending every student back to the safety of their homes. You returned home to find a small ornate box on your desk. You opened it with trembling hands, revealing the Ladybug Miraculous. Tikki appeared, her tiny figure glowing with excitement.
You fake shout in surprise, asking what she is.
“Hello! I’m Tikki, your kwami. And Y/N, you’ve been chosen to wield the Ladybug Miraculous and protect Paris!”
You feigned shock, though inwardly you were thrilled. “Me? Are you sure? I’m just… I don’t know if I can do this.”
Tikki’s eyes sparkled. “You can. I believe in you. You have the courage and heart to protect Paris! Just wear the earring and say the phrase: Spots On!”
Meanwhile, Marinette couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Her first day had started with such promise, but it had ended with a strange, gnawing emptiness.
She vented to Alya the next day. “It’s just… that girl, she swooped in and saved that man. I wanted to help, but she just… took over.”
Alya raised an eyebrow. “You mean Y/N? I don’t know her that well, but she seemed nice enough. Maybe you’re just thinking too much about it, Marinette.”
Marinette frowned. “Maybe…”
But the doubt lingered.
The battle against Stoneheart played out just as you had anticipated, though with one key difference: you were in control and you already knew what to do. With the help of Chat Noir, you used your Lucky Charm to defeat the villain and purify the akuma, restoring Ivan to normal.
The people of Paris cheered as you stood victorious. You had done it. You were Ladybug.
Days turned into weeks, and you quickly became the perfect hero Paris needed. You saved the city countless times, each victory cementing your role as its protector. Fighting alongside Chat Noir was exhilarating. The people adored you, showering you with praise and gratitude.
But Marinette hated you. She didn’t hide it, either. She avoided you at school, her glares sharp enough to cut glass whenever you crossed paths.
You returned the sentiment. Marinette’s bitterness annoys you to no end.
“I know you’re hiding something!! You’re not what they say you are!” Marinette snapped one day after school. “I know it!! You stole something from me!!
You smirked, leaning against a wall. “I don’t know what you're talking about Marinette, you can’t just convict me without evidence~ who knows I might slip and suddenly post this to the internet~” You said whilst holding a phone with evidence of Marinette stalking adrien.
Her face turned a lot more pale than it already was, her hands balled into fists, but she said nothing, storming off.
Despite your animosity, you excelled as Ladybug. Every akuma was defeated swiftly, every crisis averted. You were meticulous, calculating, and unyielding. Where Marinette would have hesitated, you acted decisively.
Paris flourished under your protection, and even Chat Noir—still oblivious to your identity—admired your skill and determination.
“You’re amazing, Ladybug,” Chat said one night after a battle. “I can’t imagine anyone else doing what you do.”
You smiled, leaning casually against a rooftop ledge. “Thanks, Chat. It’s nice to hear that.”
But deep down, you knew the truth. You hadn’t just stolen Marinette’s fate—you’d rewritten it entirely. And while guilt occasionally gnawed at you, the adoration of Paris drowned it out.
This was your destiny now, and you wouldn’t let anyone take it from you.
Marinette remained an ordinary girl, but something in her seemed to shift. She began to grow more suspicious of you, plagued by dreams where she was Ladybug.
The dreams started weeks later. Marinette woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding. In her dreams, she was Ladybug—fighting akumas, swinging through the city, standing beside Chat Noir.
“I am Ladybug..”
But when she woke up, reality hit her like a brick wall. That wasn’t her life. It was yours.
“No!! I am supposed to be Ladybug!!”
Confused and angry, she cornered you one day after class, eyes blazing with determination. “I know,” she said, her voice trembling with anger. “I know I was supposed to be Ladybug.”
You tilted your head, a cold smile playing on your lips. “Oh? And what makes you think that?”
“It feels real,” she insisted. “Like it’s a memory, not just a dream. No. I know it's real!! I am Ladybug!! You stole it from me! You're a thief Y/N!!”
You stepped closer, your voice dropping to a low, mocking tone. “Maybe I did. and Maybe I am. But let’s face it, Marinette—you’re no hero. You’re obsessive, and distracted by your crush on Adrien. Your stalker behavior is not something a heroine should possess. Paris deserves better, and that’s me. I already have the Miraculous, and doing a REALLY GREAT job at it, what makes you think you deserve it anymore??”
Her face flushed with anger, but she had no response. You walked away, triumphant. The Miraculous was no longer hers to claim, and you will make sure it stayed that way.
Paris sparkled under the moonlight as you stood on the Eiffel Tower, gazing over the city you had come to love—and rule as its heroine. With the weight of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Guardianship on your shoulders, you felt untouchable.
That was until a glowing portal split the sky open.
Out stepped Bunnix, her expression hard and accusing. She didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “We need to talk, Ladybug.”
You crossed your arms, feigning nonchalance. “Bunnix. To what do I owe the pleasure of a time traveler’s visit?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Cut the act. You know why I’m here.”
Chat Noir appeared at your side, his baton at the ready. “What’s going on, Bunnix? You seem… tense.”
Bunnix pointed at you. “She’s not supposed to be Ladybug.”
Chat Noir blinked, stepping protectively in front of you. “What are you talking about? She’s Ladybug. She’s saved Paris more times than we can count!”
“She’s not supposed to be here,” she said, her voice sharp as her glowing portal shimmered behind her. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng was supposed to be Ladybug. This version of reality shouldn’t exist! You’ve disrupted everything!”
You crossed your arms, unfazed. “Paris is safe, isn’t it? I’ve done my job. Heck I even did a good job saving this world”
Bunnix stepped closer, her tone accusatory. “You’ve changed it, I’ve seen it. Marinette was supposed to save Master Fu. She was supposed to receive the Miraculous. But you—you interfered. You stole her destiny!!”
Chat Noir stood protectively in front of you. “Hey, back off. Ladybug’s saved this city countless times. Who cares what was ‘supposed’ to happen and who can receive the Miraculous?!”
Bunnix glared at you both. “This isn’t just about this world. The timelines are unraveling because of her!”
You smirked, letting your mask of innocence drop. You gently push Chat noir aside, stepping closer to Bunnix.
“It doesn’t matter what was supposed to happen. I’m Ladybug now. I’m the Guardian, the center of this world. And if Chat Noir protecting me despite what I did isn’t proof enough that her fate as Ladybug now officially belongs to me… *smirk* Haven’t realized it yet? This world is now synchronizing with me, just like how a world favors the protagonist… Marinette wasn’t fit for this responsibility, and I made sure Paris got the hero it deserves. And unfortunately for her, this world agrees, whether you like it or not~” You whispered lowly to her
Bunnix clenched her fists. “You’ve broken the balance. Do you realize what you’ve done? The entire multiverse is at risk!”
You shrugged. “Then I’ll fix it. As the Guardian, I have authority over all the Miraculouses, including yours.”
Bunnix’s eyes widened in realization. “You wouldn’t—”
With a wave of your hand, you summoned the Bunny Miraculous. The portal behind Bunnix flickered and closed as her powers were stripped away. She staggered, powerless, and glared at you with fury.
“You can’t do this!” she shouted as she was returned to the timeline she came from.
“Oh, I can,” you said, your voice icy. “And I will.”
You donned the Bunny Miraculous and rewrote reality, ensuring Marinette never became Ladybug in any timeline.
You stood tall, the portal you had summoned with Fluff's guidance shimmered with an ethereal glow, its swirling energies casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the rooftop. Beside you, Chat Noir’s green eyes were filled with uncertainty, a rare crack in his usually confident demeanor.
“Ladybug,” Chat Noir said softly, his voice almost pleading, “are you sure this is the right thing to do? I trust you, but... tampering with time feels... dangerous.”
You turned to him, a small, serene smile gracing your lips, the halo of your presence making him instinctively relax. The effect was subtle but undeniable—your words carried weight, as though the universe itself bent to support you. This power, this influence, wasn’t yours initially. You had stolen it, just like Marinette’s fate. But now, it was yours, and you wielded it masterfully.
“Chat Noir,” you began, your voice steady and filled with conviction, “this isn’t about what’s easy. It’s about what’s necessary.”
“But the timeline—changing things could destroy—”
“Destroy what, exactly?” you interrupted gently, your tone laced with practiced sincerity. “I’ve already disrupted it simply by being here. If I don’t act now, the balance will collapse entirely. I’ll vanish, Chat. We’ll vanish.”
He froze, his hands clenching tightly around his staff. “Vanish? What do you mean?”
Your expression softened, your red eyes glistening with what seemed like vulnerability. “I wasn’t meant to be here, remember? If the universe realizes I don’t belong, it’ll correct itself—and I’ll disappear, taking everything we’ve built with me. Paris will lose its Ladybug. You’ll lose me, Chat.”
The thought seemed to strike him deeply. His jaw tensed, his emerald gaze flickering with desperation. “I can’t let that happen. But why go to every timeline? Why stop... Marinette?”
You reached out, placing a gloved hand on his cheek. The gesture was intimate, calculated. “Because Marinette was never meant to have this power. She wasn’t strong enough. Look at what I’ve accomplished, Chat. Paris has never been safer. The people trust us, they trust me. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if someone weaker had been given this responsibility? She would’ve crumbled under the pressure, endangering everyone.”
Chat Noir looked away, guilt and hesitation written all over his face. “But... Marinette never seemed... bad.”
You tilted his chin back to face you, your voice a quiet murmur, dripping with affection and manipulation. “That’s because you don’t know what she would’ve done with this power. Trust me, Chat. I’m not doing this for myself—I’m doing it for Paris. For us.”
His resolve wavered, the pull of your halo overwhelming his doubts. The world revolved around you now, and it was only natural that he would follow your lead.
“I don’t want to lose you, Ladybug,” he finally admitted, his voice barely audible.
“You won’t,” you assured him, your fingers brushing against his. “But I need you to trust me. Together, we’ll ensure that this world—and every other—is safe and whole. I’ll fix everything. I promise.”
With a reluctant nod, Chat Noir stepped back, his staff lowering in submission. “I trust you, Milady. Always.”
The portal grew brighter, illuminating your face with a crimson glow as you stepped forward. Inwardly, you reveled in your triumph. This wasn’t just about fixing timelines or ensuring balance—it was about solidifying your place as the center of this world. The Ladybug. The hero. The one who mattered most.
Marinette would never again have the chance to be Ladybug, not in this timeline or any other. The universes would belong to you now. With one last glance at Chat Noir, you stepped through the portal, ready to rewrite reality itself.
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ADDITIONAL SCENARIO:
The sky above Paris was a canvas of pink and gold hues, a fitting backdrop for the triumphant end of an era. Hawkmoth had been defeated, his Miraculous reclaimed, and the balance of power restored. The Miracle Box was secured, its treasures now beyond the reach of those who would misuse them. For the first time in years, Paris was at peace, its people celebrating the heroes who had brought them here.
Standing atop the Eiffel Tower, you gazed over the city with Adrien by your side. The red and black of your Ladybug suit shimmered faintly in the setting sunlight, a symbol now synonymous with victory, hope, and resilience. Adrien, still in his Chat Noir guise but no longer bearing the same burdens, looked at you with admiration.
“You did it,” he said softly, a smile spreading across his face. “Ladybug, you saved everyone.”
The words should have brought unmitigated joy, and they did—partially. The world was safe, and Paris adored you. People cheered as your identity was revealed, their faith in their heroine unshaken. Even Adrien, your partner in battle and in life, stood unwaveringly by your side, his pride in you radiating like the sun.
Yet, beneath the surface, you couldn’t quite shake an unfamiliar tension. It wasn’t guilt, not exactly. It was a feeling you couldn’t name, a quiet unease that lingered despite the cheers and celebrations.
“Do you think it’s really over?” you asked, your voice barely louder than the wind.
Adrien’s hand found yours, squeezing gently. “It’s over, my Lady. You’ve done more than anyone could have ever asked for. Paris, no—the world owes you everything.” His green eyes met yours, filled with warmth and certainty. “I owe you everything.”
His words should have been enough, and in many ways, they were. You leaned against him, allowing the comfort of his presence to settle over you.
The streets below were alive with celebration. Parisians rejoiced, the weight of fear and uncertainty finally lifted. Even beyond Paris, the world had embraced you as their Ladybug, their symbol of hope. For the first time, everything felt aligned, as though the universe itself had recognized your place at its center.
And yet, in the quiet moments between Adrien’s reassurances and the city’s applause, that tension remained.
Elsewhere in Paris, Marinette sat on the balcony of her cozy apartment, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched Luka strum his guitar. The melody was soft and soothing, wrapping around her like a warm embrace.
“I never thought I’d see the day,” she said, her voice wistful but not bitter.
Luka glanced up, his expression calm and understanding. “The city is safe now. That’s what matters.”
She nodded, her gaze drifting to the distant Eiffel Tower. She didn’t envy you—not entirely. She had carved out a life for herself, a happy one. The bakery was thriving, her designs were starting to gain recognition, and Luka’s steady presence brought her a sense of peace she hadn’t known she needed.
But deep down, there was an ache she couldn’t quite ignore. She had once dreamed of being Ladybug, of carrying the weight of the Miraculous and protecting Paris. That dream had been taken from her, rewritten in a way she couldn’t change. And while she didn’t begrudge your success—how could she? You had saved them all—there was a part of her that mourned what might have been.
“Do you think she’s happy?” Marinette asked suddenly, surprising even herself.
Luka’s fingers paused on the strings. “I think she did what she believed was right,” he said after a moment. “And I think she’s still figuring out what happiness looks like.”
Marinette nodded, her faint smile returning. It wasn’t the life she had imagined, but it was hers. And with Luka by her side, she could find contentment in that.
Back atop the Eiffel Tower, you stood with Adrien as the last rays of sunlight disappeared, casting the city in twilight. Paris was happy. The world was happy. And you were, too—or at least, you told yourself you were.
“Do you feel it?” Adrien asked, breaking the silence.
“Feel what?”
“The peace,” he said with a soft laugh. “It’s overwhelming. I’ve never seen Paris like this.”
You smiled, his words grounding you. “It’s everything I worked for.”
“And you deserve it,” he said firmly, pulling you into an embrace. “You deserve all of it.”
The weight of his belief in you was as comforting as it was daunting. For now, you let yourself believe it, let yourself bask in the happiness you had fought so hard to create.
Paris was safe, and you were its hero. The world had accepted you, embraced you, celebrated you. Yet, as you looked out over the city, the faint tension lingered—a quiet reminder that even in victory, some battles are never truly won.
THE END
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After working with other, extremely dedicated mods on this event, I'm so STOKED to share a preview of my work for @mlbigbang2024! This year, I'm taking "courtroom drama" out for a spin, in a manner of speaking. A Twelve Angry Holders, if you will. I will begin publishing it Jan 15!
Synopsis
In The Demon Takes Two Chairs, thanks to a shift in allegiance by Nathalie Sancoeur, Ladybug's team of holders has just defeated Hawkmoth. Now they must decide what to do with Mayura, who is being held prisoner by Bunnyx in her time burrow.
But a tense standoff between Gabriel and Argos revealed that Adrien is a sentimonster.
Ladybug feels overwhelmed by all her allies’ differing opinions. She sets out to convince them that Adrien Agreste’s only remaining quasi-family should be shown leniency.
As the team (very) vigorously debates Mme Sancoeur’s fate, old wounds and grievances are re-opened.
Perhaps most painful of all is that she hasn’t seen Chat Noir in days.
The other members of my team are artists @zambiv and @supergirl9130, and @uptoolateart, who is my beta reader.
Preview
Bedsprings shifted, and Rena finally scanned the rest of the room. Ladybug sat at the edge of Adrien’s bed, destruction spiraling out around her on the ground. Had she thrown a tantrum? There were books from Adrien’s second-floor library everywhere, ripped to shreds; his desk was upturned, monitors shattered; there were cracks in the walls from what must have been Tikki-powered punches.
Her friend and hero was hunched over like a solitary cypress tree, roots clinging desperately to the cliffside, bowed over the years into submission by ceaseless oceanic gusts. Its bark weathered and pale, its leaves disheveled and grasping for any stray light peeking through the storm clouds.
Ladybug held something small in her hands, passing it from one to the other.
Rena inhaled swiftly at the sight, and muscles in her chest fluttered in anticipation of whatever support her best friend would need. As she walked to the bed, she recognized it as Adrien: The Lego, one of Gabriel’s less-inspired marketing ploys. Her friend was being so gentle with it even though it had previously been the subject of two wide-ranging tirades. Marinette was taking the news worse than Alya had expected.
“Girl, let’s sneak in and put that on the floor in Lila’s house. Then she’ll step on it and hurt her foot.”
Threatening Lila with pain usually teased a smile out of Marinette no matter how down in the dumps she was, but not this time. This wasn’t good. Rena went and sat down beside Ladybug, shoulder to shoulder, willing her body heat to envelope her friend. “Hey…”
“Why would he do this to Adrien?” she whispered.
If Rena hadn’t been right next to her, she wouldn’t have heard it. She put her arm on her friend’s back and began rubbing softly. “What do you mean?”
“Adrien told his father he didn’t want to be a model anymore, and Gabriel retaliated by creating an AR version that anyone could manipulate. Do you think there were restrictions placed on the AI? What if some horny pervert had used it to make deep fakes? Do you think Gabriel even cared?
“And then there’s this. It’s cheap, mass-produced, plastic, and can be manipulated by a child. How could he think this was a good idea? How did Adrien feel about it? It’s like all Gabriel did was focused on controlling him…”
Ladybug shot to her feet and growled, hurling the toy across the room. “There’s a mini-fridge full of fucking camembert over there! I think I’d know if he liked camembert!”
Her voice reverberated in the room, and then near-silent but for some rustling around the corner near the skate ramps. The force of the throw had probably blown a few loose book pages around.
“No!” She sprinted across the room and retrieved the toy, stroking it and clutching it to her chest like a poultice intended to heal a broken heart, leaning over so her forehead pressed against the wall.
“Adrien…” She turned to Rena and asked, “Do you think he already knew? That he’s a…” Her eyes were brimming with a hope that was already being stabbed in the back. It seemed like Ladybug couldn’t even say it out loud.
Without pausing, she answered her own question. “Of course he didn’t. This is Gabriel we’re talking about. If Adrien didn’t know his father was Hawkmoth, he wouldn’t have known this.
“And what am I going to do about Nathalie? This is…it’s too much for me.” Ladybug stumbled beforefalling to her knees, breath becoming ragged as her chin dipped to her chest.Her hands pressed to her temples, as if to wring the anxiety from her mind. “I can’t… how do I do that alone?”
Rena’s eyes burned as her friend fell apart before her. The revelation that Adrien was a sentimonster had hit her hard, too. But Rena was furious at someone else.
Why hadn’t Felix ever told Adrien the truth? Why hadn’t he told anyone that Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth? That bastard had toyed with Ladybug’s emotions, stole all the Miraculous, and set Paris on a collision course with Armageddon.
She clenched her fists. Everything in this room looked like a pressure release valve. Why not throw that chair through the window? Why not torch this place? It was likely Adrien would never want to be here once they found him and told him the truth. Because she, Nino, and Marinette weren’t Felix. Adrien was their brother.
Rena Rouge walked over to Ladybug and knelt beside her. “You’re right. This is too big for Ladybug alone. But Ladybug isn’t alone. She has me. And she has Pigella. And she has Purple Tigress. And Polymouse. Carapace is ride or die. She’s got her whole secret garden of flowers here.” She lowered her voice and looked around conspiratorially. “Though I’m not sure Nino would like being compared to a flower.”
This elicited a giggle from her friend.
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Hi! So, I’ve been writing a few bits of Marinette salt, some involving my OCs in Mendeleieve’s class calling her (And sometimes Bustier, Damocles) out, and season 5 really helped with that. Finally, it’s good for someone 😅
Anyway, this prompt centers around the class discovering Marinette’s stalker-like tendencies when it comes to Adrien thanks to a certain redhead. Nathaniel and Marinette were assigned to work on a group project together and went to work at Marinette’s house… In her room. While pulling out his supplies, Nathaniel dropped his pencil, and it rolled under Marinette’s bed, where he found numerous photos of Adrien that don’t look like they were taken from a magazine. He finds more, and more until he comes across a spreadsheet of some elaborate plan to get a date with Adrien and finally… The schedule. His friend is a stalker. Before Marinette can return, he takes pictures, hides everything he found and gathers up his belongings with the excuse he has a family emergency at home. Really, he just needs to get out of there.
The next day at school, Nathaniel drags Marc somewhere private and tells him what he saw, and of course, Marc tells his classmates. They’re horrified by the photos on Nathaniel’s phone and set out to confront Marinette right in the middle of class for what she’s done. Adrien is disturbed, Bustier is taking Marinette’s side and berating the class for exposing something so private, the Girl Squad (Sans Alix) is a little torn, and the rest are on Adrien’s side because they weren’t aware that Marinette was doing these things. And all the while, Mendeleiv’s class is calling Marinette out. The ending is up to you, maybe someone gets Akumatized, I don’t know.
(Honestly, this is just word vomit and I’m not really sure about this)
For a supposed "word vomit" prompt, it feels really thought out! I love how you chose to utilise Nathaniel (at least in regards to how Miraculous keep pushing him more and more to the sidelines each season) and I appreciate how open ended you left the idea in case someone gets inspired by your post!
Thank you for sharing your prompt! Hope this blog will inspire you with more ideas to come up with!
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I will forever hold the opinion that Chat Blanc should’ve been a nightmare, hallucination, or otherwise hypothetical/not real scenario rather than a real event.
I can get behind something happening that causes a rift between Ladybug and Chat Noir, these kind of character plots can be interesting if done right, but they never should’ve given a legitimate reason that Adrien shouldn’t wield the power of Destruction or that Ladybug can’t actually trust him with information (or at all). Because the potential of Chat Noir actually becoming Blanc because he knows her identity (while not the full reason, that’s the big one to Ladybug) makes him way too big of a risk to keep on the team, and therefore almost justifies her distancing him (narratively at least, I don’t actually think that was the right move, even in this context, kinda like how she didn’t tell Chloe she couldn’t be Queen Bee anymore right away).
I will never get why the writers are so intent on making one of their main heroes seem unfit for the job. If he’s not fit for it, then he never should’ve been a hero in the first place! And yet that’s somehow not the story they’re trying to tell here? Oh, he is a good fit for the Miraculous? Then stop trying to make him incompetent or dangerous!!!
I actually don't mind Chat Blanc being a thing. I even have an ideal version of it that I'd love to see play out with pretty visuals for all the big dramatic scenes.
The idea that Chat Noir can be akumatized doesn't make him a bad hero because the message should be that everyone is capable of being akumatized. Rena Rouge, Queen Bee, and Carapace were all akumatized during the season two final, but they kept their roles on the team. I have no problem with that. Marinette has almost been akumatized multiple times and she never considered giving up her miraculous, nor should she. Everyone is going to have dark moments. It's not some massive failing.
The problems with Chat Blanc are:
The way time travel is used, making Bunnyx god
Adrien being able to lose while Marinette is there, which should never happen in a power of love show
The fact that the writers are using Chat Blanc to argue that Adrien can't be trusted with the truth
The fact that the writers present Chat Blanc as Marinette's failing/an identity reveal problem
I think the first two issues are self explanatory, so let's focus on the final two as they're insane writing choices.
Adrien learning the truth during a fight with his father is a great setup for him being akumatized! I don't have any issues with it. Remove Marinette from the scene and Adrien going full Chat Blanc is fine by me! The problem is that this isn't being presented as a warning that Adrien needs to learn the truth outside of the final battle (reasonable and what I thought this episode was doing at first). It's being presented as an argument that Adrien can never be told the truth because he's just too weak and unstable to handle the truth (asinine). If that's really what they're going for, and it does seem to be, then Adrien is completely unqualified to be a hero.
Similarly, past Marinette being the one to stop Chat Blanc doesn't bother me. The problem is that adult Bunnyx does nothing to contradict Marinette's conclusion that this means that Chat Noir can never be told the truth. That's not the right takeaway here, but Bunnyx doesn't contradict it. She actually goes so far as to throw Alya under the bus. Rude, Alix! Rude. And really weird since Marinette will willingly tell Alya her secret identity within a few episodes, which Alix should know? Alix's knowledge of the future is really confusing.
Bunnyx: Do you know how Cat Noir found out about your secret identity? Ladybug: I think so. When I went into Adrien's house as Ladybug, he probably saw me. He figured out that Ladybug is Marinette because of the note written on the gift. But I'm not sure what happened next. Bunnyx: He probably told his friend Nino, who told Alya, who wrote about it on the Ladyblog. Ladybug: Mm.. They would never do that. But Adrien probably told someone, who told someone else, and so on, until it was all over the news! The best-kept secrets are the ones you never share.
That final line from Ladybug should have been met with Bunnyx saying something like,
"There are times when it's good to share a secret! This just happened to not be one of those times, but this outcome isn't guaranteed. It's just what happened in this specific scenario. Another time, not sharing could lead us here. Don't let fear of the future keep you from doing what logic says is right."
Something, anything, to imply that Marinette wasn't at fault and that secrets are complex things. Instead we get yet another wacky implication that an identity reveal will destroy Ladybug and Chat Noir, so they have to keep their secrets or give up their miraculous. Yay!
All that being said, my ideal Chat Blanc would not work in canon's padded-to-shit writing, so I do agree that it was a bad call. Chat Blanc only makes sense if the end goal is plot progression. Instead, it's used for plot stagnation and I hate it!
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(MarinettexLuka fluff)
♥️Movie Night♥️
Marinette is feeling nervous. Its the first time she and Luka have been alone at her house since they started dating, because her parents are out of town. Luka arrives at the door, smiling as he sees her. "Hi gorgeous i brought some snacks" he says
Marinette blushes at the compliment. "You're too sweet," she says. "Come on in."
She leads him inside, Luka looks around at the house. "So, what movie are we watching?" he asks.
"I don't know, I figured we'd pick something out together," Marinette says. She sits down on the couch, patting the spot next to her. Luka smiles and sits down next to her. They scroll through the movie selection on the TV, debating what to watch.
"Have you seen the proposal?" Marinette says with a smile
"No, I haven't. That the one with Sandra Bullock?" Luka says.
"Yeah and the guy who plays deadpool" she adds
"Ohh, Ryan Reynolds," Luka says, leaning back on the couch. "I love that guy. Let's watch it then."
They start watching, and Marinette curls up next to Luka. After a few scenes, Luka puts his arm around her. As they watch, Marinette can't help but notice how comfortable and natural it feels to be near Luka. She glances up at him, taking in his handsome features and the way his arm feels around her shoulders.
"Oh god he is naked dont look" he says playfully covering her eyes
Marinette laughs and bats his hand away. "I've seen this movie before, you know," she says with a grin.
"Oh yeah? You naughty thing," he teases, poking her in the side.
She giggles and swats at his hand. "Stop it!" she says, but she's not really trying to get away.
They continue watching the movie, laughing and making jokes together. Eventually the movie comes to an end
"That was a good one," Luka says as the credits roll. He looks down at Marinette, who is still cuddled up against him.
"Right? I miss when they used to make movies like that Marinette says getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen
Luka gets up and follows her, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, they really don't make them like that anymore" he says as he grabs a grape and eats it.
Marinette opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water. She hands it to Luka before grabbing one for herself. "do you have a favorite romantic movie?" she asks
He thinks for a moment, tapping the bottle against his chin. "does forest gump count as a romantic movie? i mean there is a love story"
"I guess it does count," she sayy and then sips some water
"what about you? what's your favorite romantic movie?" Luka asks her.
"Oh definitely Mamma Mia is also a musical and i love it so much" she says with a big smile on her face
"Oh wait is that the one with abba songs?" Luka says
"Yes!! Do you like abba?" Marinette answers
Luka grins, "of course i do! who doesn't like abba!" He feds her a grape
She laughs and takes the grape, popping it into her mouth. "yes they are a classic" she says as she nibbles on the grape
"I think my mom has some CDs of their hits, somewhere, " he says. "but I remember the first time I heard them was the moulin rouge soundtrack" "Uh i havent seen that one, we should watch it" she says
"oh yes, thats a good one! a very good one actually" he says. "but you have to promise to watch it with an open mind, because its a little weird" "oh alright," she says, raising an eyebrow playfully. "I'm still gonna make fun of you if its too weird though."
"yeah, yeah I know you will" he grins. "but trust me, its worth it."
There is a moment of silence
"Come on lets go to my balcony" she says changing the subject
"Lead the way," he says as he follows her out to the balcony.
The warm breeze feels nice on their skin as they step onto the balcony. The stars are shining brightly, and they can hear the sound of crickets in the distance.
"it's beautiful out here," Luka says, looking up at the night sky. "i love the stars"
"me too, they sparkle so pretty" Marinette says, looking up at the stars with him.
They stand there in silence for a moment, enjoying the scenery. Then Luka looks over at Marinette, and their eyes meet.
They continue standing there, looking at each other. Finally, Luka breaks the silence, speaking softly. "you're so beautiful, you know that?"
Marinettes cheeks flush with color. "oh really? " she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
"mmhmm," he says, taking a step closer to her. "absolutely gorgeous."
Her heart skips a beat as he moves closer. She can feel his breath on her face, and the heat from his body so close to hers.
He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair away from her face. His fingers linger on her cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.
Her eyes lock with his, and time seems to stand still. The world around them dissolves away, leaving only the two of them. "So?" she says with a grin
"so what?" he says with a smile, leaning in even closer to her.
"so, are you gonna actually kiss me?" she says
Luka laughs softly, his lips barely an inch from hers. "oh, you're impatient, aren't you?" She smiles at him as an answer before Luka finally closes the gap between them. He kisses her gently, almost tentatively at first, but as the kiss deepens he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. Marinette's body responds instinctively, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kisses him back.
They stay like that for a moment, lost in their embrace. Finally they break apart, but they stay close to each other, their foreheads resting against each other.
"that was nice," Luka says, his voice low and husky.
"Oh my god you just did not said that" she said laughing
"what, you don't like 'nice'?" he says, laughing.
she rolls her eyes playfully. "oh, no, 'nice' is just the kind of thing every girl wants to hear when a guy kisses her."
he grins, "well what would you prefer? 'hot'? 'amazing'? 'mindblowing'?"
"any of those would be better than 'nice'" she says, wrinkling her nose in mock disgust
he laughs, "well in that case, let me try again." he leans in and kisses her again, this time with more passion. shes unable to hold back a small smile as he kisses her. she melts into his embrace, her body molding against his.
they break apart again, both of them a little breathless. Lukas arms are still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
"that was mindblowing" he says, a sly smile on his face.
she laughs a little. "see? was that so hard to say?"
he laughs. "not at all." he pulls her closer to him, resting his chin on top of her head as he hugs her.
"you know," Luka says softly, "I have a confession to make."
she looks up at him, her eyes curious. "yeah? whats that?" she says as she pulls apart and enters her room to lay on her bed .
he pauses for a moment, following her inside and laying next to her "when I first met you, i didn't think i'd ever have a chance with you."
"what do you mean?" she says, rolling over to face him. "why wouldn't Mr. Hot rockstar have a chance with me?"
he laughs. "hey, watch it, i'm trying to be serious here." he says as he points at her , with a slight blush on his cheeks. "I just... for a moment thought Adrien had a thing for you and i could never compite with him."
"Oh yeah a lot of people get that impression i dont know why" she says
"well, you guys seemed close" he says, shifting so he's on his side facing her. "and he has that whole prince charming vibe going on."
"he does, doesn't he?" she laughs a little. "He is such a nice guy and he suffers a lot, thats why i always want to keep him around you know to know that he is okay and all but he has always been just a friend " she says
Luka nods, watching her face closely. "I see." he says. "i guess I just had it in my head that if any guy was going to have a shot with you, it would be him."
"well, you were wrong," she says, grinning at him. "turns out it was gonna be some rock star with daddy issues, go figure."
"hey!" he says, pretending to be offended. "who said i had daddy issues?"
"yeah, yeah, yeah." he playfully pinches her side, making her yelp.
"hey!" she says, swatting his hand away. "don't make me start listing out all your issues. Jagged junior"
he laughs, but he doesn't deny it. "okay okay, you got me"
"that's what i thought" she says, poking him in the chest.
he grabs her hand, holding it against his chest. "so you fell in love with a rockstar, how lame" he says sarcasticly
"i know, really cliche, right?" she says, playing along with him.
"incredibly cliche" he says, still holding her hand. he slowly moves his thumb in small, gentle circles on her hand.
she watches his thumb moving, a small smile on her face. "what can i say, i have a thing for guys with guitars."
Then tikki and sass appear
"MARINETTE!"
they jump, startled by the interruption. "what? what is it?"
"oh i'm sorry" Tikki says, floating over to them. "we didnt want to sscare you guyss" Sass said
"no it's okay, it's okay," marinette says as she sits up, looking at the kwami. "what did you guys needed" she said giving tikki a pat on the head
"can we eat some croissants from downstairs? " tikki says "sass had never tried one"
Marinette looks at luka "You've never given him a croissant!?"
"I didnt even knew kwamis liked croissants" Luka says in surprise
"Oh we LOVE them" tikki says, her eyes wide with excitement. "They are sooooooo good"
"I mean, if i had known this i would have feed the little guy a croissant sooner"he says
"Of course Tikki, you both can have as many croissants as you want" marinette laughs
"Thank you Marinette"Sass and tikki cheer and then fly out the door, eager to get their hands on some pastries.
Marinette watches them go, then turns back to Luka. "Poor Sass what do you feed him?" she laughs a little
"well this," he says and he takes a small container out of his bag "but i'll have to start keeping some croissants on hand i guess"
"oh, what's that?" she says, looking at the container in his hand
he shakes it a little so she can hear the rattling sound inside. "Crickets thats his favorite snack"
Oh my god" she laughs "you have to go around carrying crickets on your bag thats so cute and disgusting "
he laughs and puts the container back in his bag. "yeah its not exactly the most convenient snack, but what can i say the little guy likes what he likes." he says.
"Well, i guess it could be worse." she says, still with a smile on her face.
"Yeah i'm scared one day he asks for a mouse" he laughs
Marinette shudders, imagining the sight of Sass munching on a wiggling mouse. "Oh god, let's hope it never comes to that."
"let's hope" he says as he chuckles a little. "i'll make sure to keep a bunch of croissants on hand, just in case."
"smart move," she says with a smile. then she suddenly yawns. "oh boy, i think i'm getting tired"
Luka looks at her, a sympathetic expression on his face. "yeah, its getting late." He says as he looks at the clock
she nods and another yawn escapes her. "yeah, " she says, rubbing her eyes
"well, i guess i should probably go then" he says, getting off the bed
"oh, yeah i guess you have to go now" she says, a tinge of disappointment in her voice
"yeah" he says, feeling the same. He stands there, looking at her for a moment, not wanting to say goodbye.
there's a moment of silence between them, neither of them wanting to break the moment. and then, he speaks up. "i had a really nice time tonight"
she smiles at him, feeling a mix of happiness and sadness. "yeah, me too." she says, her voice soft.
he smiles back at her, hesitating for a moment before leaning down and gently kissing her forehead. "i'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
she nods, her heart fluttering in her chest. "yeah, okay. see you tomorrow"
he nods and gives her one last smile before turning and heading out. As soon as he leaves the room, a few secondspass and marinette fall back onto the bed, letting the mix of emotions wash over her. "What am doing" she rushes out of her room and down the steps, her heart beating faster and faster with each step. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs she sees Luka about to open the front door.
"Luka, wait" she calls out, her voice slightly breathless. he turns, looking at her in surprise. " is everything okay? "
She nods, walking towards him. "yeah, i just..." "yes?" he says, his eyes searching her face, trying to read what she's thinking
Marinette takes a deep breath, trying to find the words but instead of finishing her sentence with words, she reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.he smiles surprised by her sudden move, but the quickly wraps his arms around her, holding her close. "are you sure everything's okay?" He asks, his voice soft. she just nods, burying her face against his chest. they stand there in silence, holding each other tightly. finally she speaks, her voice muffled by his shirt. "please stay the night"
he pulls back and looks down at her, with a smile on his face. "really?" he says, his arms still around her. she nods, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "please," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. he looks at her, seeing the mix of emotions in her eyes. he can't resist her, and he slowly nods. "Oh you dont have to beg me love," he says softly. her heart skips a beat at his words, and she stands up on her toes to kiss his cheek, he laughs softly and pulls her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. she melts into his embrace, feeling safe and warm. "c'mon, I'll lend you my Hello Kitty pajamas" she says, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs.
He laughs, letting her lead him up the stairs. "i cant wait to see what i look like" he says with a grin she grins back at him.
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Haunted Blessings
This is a ml x dc x dp idea!
Marinette had been fighting an akuma when it happened. It was this little girl named Charlotte who got akumatized because her parents had been ignoring her requests. A friend and party-goer who was at her birthday party explained that 'Lottie' was sad because her parents were too busy to hang out with her and when her special day came, they ignored her wishes. She had wanted a princess themed party with a hired Fairy Godmother that she had seen posters of. Charlotte had apparently taken several of the flyers to put around her house so her parents wouldn't forget what she wanted. They had said they would hire the Fairy Godmother, but the day of the party came, and instead of a Fairy Godmother, Charlotte got a clown...and not a good one either. The clown who was currently stuck in a cage looked like someone bought a cheap clown costume and thought that was that. He didn't even have makeup on.
Charlotte got so upset, and when she had asked her parents why the Fairy Godmother wasn't there, her parents had sheepishly apologized and said the Fairy Godmother was too busy to come to the party. Arnie, Lottie's best friend, said that was a lie because he heard her mom talking to his about how they forgot to hire the Fairy Godmother, and the clown was all they could get last minute. Thus, Charlotte became her own Fairy Godmother. That was her akuma name and theme.
She granted 'wishes', but it was really what she thought people needed. If she hit you with her pixie dust, she could see your wants and needs, apparently. Her parents wanted, no needed, to be by her side and dote on her. That's why they became a king and queen who followed her everywhere. Marinette had been doing her best not to get hit, but Chat hadn't listened to her small plan to distract the akuma while she went back to her house to get some Miraculi that could help and instead he had nearly got them both hit.
Marinette was tired. She had just wanted to hang out with Luka for the day and just have a nice lazy day where she did nothing but lay on the closest surface and lazily existed while Luka played his guitar. But nooooooooo. So there she was trying to escape so she could go grab Vipe-ard (Luka with a new look and name), Honeycomb (Bee! Aurore), and Mossflower ( Mouse! Mireille). They needed help, bad, and her intuition had been screaming that they needed the help of the Snake, Bee, and Mouse. She thought Chat had been covering her, but he got wacked. Who knows how far and all Marinette could do was stare in disbelief and horror as she got hit but the pixie dust.
The akuma cheered but then got quiet and just looked at her for a very long time. Hawkmoth seemed to be trying to talk to Fairy Godmother, but she ignored him. The akuma flew down to her, her eyes filled with tears and said, "You've done so much for us. You're hurting yourself to protect us, and I...I made it worse. I know what you need so I'll help! I'm a good helper!"
Marinette tried to argue or anything, but she was stuck frozen by the power of the pixie dust. She could hear Chat yelling her name before she felt magic gathering at her feet. Before she fell through the now open portal she heard Fairy Godmother one more time.
"You need a break. And help! I'm sending you on a vacation!"
The next thing she knew, she was landing on a roof hard.
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Danny would like to state for the record that as much as people liked to think, he knew what he was doing. The fact of the matter was he didn't. I mean, sure, sometimes he did actually know, but when it came to his ghostly powers, everyone and he included were in the dark. There were so many that developed and grew and evolved. Jazz ended up making him a detailed coded list. Now, for the most part, he knew how to use his powers and control them, but some were just so new ans he was just so busy that his newer powers took him by surprise when they acted up.
Case in point being right now. As he was fighting with Walker in the zone because of some shenanigans, he had zoned out when Walker had monologued. Danny had just been trying to free the wrongly imprisoned Infinite Beings from Walker's prison, and apparently, that was a crime, so here he was fighting when he should have been studying again. At some point, Ellie had arrived, and as much as he loved her, because he loved her so much, his Fraid instincts tended to take over if she was near a fight. He needed to protect his little sister-daughter-cousin.
It was a common thing, according to Frostbite. Danny, being the older of the Fraidmates, meant his protective instincts went a little wild when anyone he considered Fraid was in danger or something he perceived to be danger. But since he was a baby ghost still (lame), his instincts weren't easy to work around and talk sense into so he would become one-track minded.
So, really, it wasn't his fault! It was his dumb baby instincts that caused his portal powers to kick in and open a random portal to who knows where and fly like a bat out of hell to get Ellie and himself away from the danger. His portal spit them out thankfully somewhere loaded with ambient ecto, but they hit a roof hard. Not enough to break through, but enough to hurt a little. Both Halfa's groaned in unison, but it was a third groan that made them freeze.
Whilst he still had a hold on Ellie, as she was not fond of his Baby Instincts kicking in, really disliked how clingy he got. She was fine with his usual hugs. She even ought them out sometimes. But his instincts triggered her own set of Baby Instincts, and she hated it. But there was a little window of time where she would just accept it because of her Instincts and wouldn't just kick herself away, so with that in mind, Danny pulled them into a sitting position to look at presumably the only other person on the roof with them.
It was a girl! Probably around his age! She kind of gave off Liminal vibes, but like really really Baby vibes. Like newborn Liminal vibes.
Aaaaaaand his core and instincts have decided she was his responsibility because the next thing he knew, she joined in the cuddle pile courtesy of his levitation.
Great. Just great!
....Why was she dressed like a giant Ladybug?
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Maybe the world was laughing at him, but Bruce had been having a relatively quiet night patrol wise. It was just him and Dick tonight, and that always left him in a somewhat nostalgic daze. He was still aware, he was always aware, but it was like his mind had been giving him a break. Most of his kids weren't going to be in the Manor for a while, missions, school trips, or just little forced vacations had them away for a time. So, while the night had been nostalgic, it had also been a touch lonely. Dick had a way of filling up any space he was in but his eldest son could only fill so much.
Bruce loved the chaos that had become his home and life because of his children. Not having them there left him feeling wrong-footed. He missed them.
Maybe it was how he wished to himself that they were home, if only to help make it still feel like home.
Maybe it was the way the carefully patrolled Crime Alley since Jason was on a forced vacation/road trip with Roy, Arsenal and Bizarro.
Maybe it was the way doing so had him reliving his meeting with his brilliant yet jaded second son.
Whatever it was, Bruce and Dick had seen two separate portals open on top of an abandoned apartment complex that was going to be condemned and rebuilt per Red Hood's plans and orders.
There was no hesitation between him and Dick as they both grappled onto the roof. Whatever danger they had been expecting, it wasn't three teens huddled together near the locked door of the roof. All three looked at the two local vigilantes in surprise and open fear. They looked to be in rough shape, and two were 98% metas. The 2% went out to whatever other possibility they could be.
The boy hissed at them and somehow wrapped his arms tighter around the two girls.
Bruce could hear Dick trying not to giggle which made him sigh.
Really...only in Gotham huh?
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Summary: “Marinette. My bestie. My platonic soulmate. You are a kleptomaniac.”
In which Marinette is forced to confront her habit of thievery
Word count: 2k
Rating: G
A/N: Written for the pre-reveal, pre-relationship section of the @adrinettezine!
Marinette, Kleptomaniac
“Girl. You can’t be serious.”
“What?” Marinette asked defensively. She attempted to shield the open trunk from view, but this appeared to have no effect on Alya.
“All this junk is stuff you’ve taken from Adrien?”
“It’s not junk!” Marinette said. “They’re my treasures. My Adrien treasures.”
“Right. Your stolen treasures.”
Alya was giving her the “Bestie, this is simply not it” look—pursed lips, arched brows, arms folded in a very judgmental way that Marinette did not like.
“I didn’t— they’re not stolen,” she said. “They were gifts. Like… this! He gave it to me on the first day we met.”
Marinette pulled the black umbrella from the depths of the trunk. She ran a finger over the curved handle, remembering how Adrien’s hand had brushed hers, and couldn’t stop a dreamy little sigh from escaping her lips.
“Uh-huh. And what about this?” Alya wrinkled her nose as she held up a sock, pinching the cuff between her fingers. “You’re telling me Adrien gave you this as a gift?”
Marinette looked down, blushing. “Some of the gifts were… unintentional.”
“Where did you even get this? Did you sneak into his house and raid his laundry basket?”
“Of course not.” Marinette snatched the sock away. “It just fell out of his locker after fencing class one day. And I just, you know, happened to be passing by. And I figured— ”
“— ‘hey, Adrien probably left this stinky sock just for me! Because he saw me creeping around his locker and he was like, “Aw, there goes my Very Good Friend Marinette. I know how much she loves sweaty socks and other soiled clothing items. Maybe next time I’ll leave her my dirty underwear.”’”
Marinette’s face burned. “Alya!” she hissed. “You can’t talk about people’s… you-know-what.”
“Why? Because now you’re thinking of his cute little tushie?” Alya grinned. “Wonder if he’s a boxers guy or a briefs guy. Maybe you should ask him. When you return his stinky sock.”
Marinette opened her mouth, but she really couldn’t form a coherent thought once Adrien’s butt had entered the equation. She stared down at the sock instead.
“It’s not stinky,” she said finally. “I washed it.”
(At first she had decided that she wasn’t going to wash it, because how could she eliminate Adrien’s natural scent, which came from his own perfect skin? But it turned out that even Adrien’s perfect skin had working sweat glands, and soon she had no choice but to put the sock in the wash and douse the remaining contents of the treasure trunk in his new fragrance, Pure.)
“Oh my gosh. Is this… ?” Alya turned over a small box in her hands. “The constipation meds? Really? I thought you were going to burn them after how embarrassed you were about the whole thing.”
“Yeah, but— he got them for me!” Marinette said. “That’s kind of like a gift, right?”
“You have a very strange concept of gift giving.”
“Whatever.”
“What else do you have in here?” Alya started pulling item after item from the trunk—the jacket Adrien had left at her house after a group study session, the crumpled love note he had thrown in the trash on Valentine’s Day, a manga box set he had lent her after her enthusiastic response to his summary of Fruits Basket.
Alya inspected a small drawstring pouch. “What— ”
“No!” Marinette lunged for the pouch, but Alya had already opened it and peered inside.
“Marinette,” she said, “is this hair? Like, actual human hair?”
“It’s not real! I mean, it is real, but— ”
“What did you do? Just pluck it right off his head?”
Marinette bit her lip.
“Oh my gosh, you just plucked it right off his head.”
Marinette let out a huff. “Well, in my defense, I thought he was a wax statue at the time.”
Alya closed her eyes and let out a sigh, the way Papa did when she dropped a plate of pastries for the third time in one day. Marinette squirmed.
“Marinette. My bestie. My platonic soulmate. You are a kleptomaniac.”
“I am not!”
“Girl, listen to me.” Alya put her hands on Marinette’s shoulders. “You know I love you, right?”
Her lips slid into a pout. “Right.”
“You know that I think you are good and wonderful and smart and hot and totally worthy of any person you want to date, right?”
“Right.”
“And you know that I am the number one Adrinette shipper, right?”
“Right.”
Alya straightened. “Well, I regret to inform you that this is officially an intervention. No more stealing from Adrien Agreste.”
“But— ”
Alya held up a hand. “Nope. Everything in this treasure box has to be something Adrien actually gave you. On purpose. We’re gonna go through it right now, and anything that you shouldn’t have, you’re going to give back. You’re supposed to be stealing his heart, not his stuff. Okay?”
Marinette’s shoulders slumped. “Okay.”
It took them nearly an hour to go through the box (mostly because Alya insisted on hearing the backstory of every item). Finally, the trunk was empty, and the items were sorted into two piles—a “keep” pile and a “give back to Adrien” pile.
The “keep” pile was relatively small—the umbrella, her lucky charm, the empty constipation pill box, and various wrappers and scraps of paper that Alya deemed unworthy of returning, because “this is literally a piece of trash, Marinette.”
But the “back to Adrien” pile—well, that one was much bigger.
“I can’t give all this back!” Marinette wailed, draping herself dramatically over the edge of the chaise.
“We talked about this,” Alya said. “It’s not right for you to keep what was never given to you.”
“No, I mean, how am I supposed to give all of this back to him? It’s so much.” She tugged at her pigtails. “He’s gonna think I’m some sort of freak, or creep, or— ”
“— kleptomaniac?”
Marinette groaned, burying her face in her hands.
“Relax.” Alya slung an arm around her shoulder. “We’ll come up with a plan for you to return them one by one. We’ll keep it casual. He’ll never know about the junk hoard.”
Marinette shot her a glare.
“Treasure box,” Alya corrected. “Okay, so which of these items was stol— acquired most recently?”
Marinette looked over the pile. “Um, the pen.”
“Right. That’s the one he dropped in Mendeleiev’s class yesterday and it conveniently rolled directly under your chair.”
“It did!”
“Okay, okay.” Alya picked up the pen and handed it to Marinette. “Tomorrow morning, you walk up to him and say, ‘Hey, Adrien, is this yours? I think you dropped it.’ Say it with me.”
“Hey, Adrien, is this yours? I think you dropped it.”
“Good.” Alya grinned. “Let Operation Kleptomaniac commence.”
Marinette crouched behind the stairs with Alya, watching Adrien and Nino across the courtyard.
“Girl, get that out of your mouth,” Alya said. “It’s not even yours.”
Marinette jolted, slipping the pen out from between her teeth. She inspected the cap. There were a few telltale scratches and dents in it, but maybe that was because Adrien had the same bad pen-chewing habit that she did.
A blush crept over her face. If Adrien had chewed on this pen too, then her lips had touched the same spot as his. An indirect kiss, just like the one she had not-exactly-shared with him a few weeks ago at the movies when he accidentally took a sip of her drink. Alya had almost thrown away that straw, but after an impassioned speech from Marinette about the preservation of cherished memories (and the trace amounts of Adrien’s cellular tissue that come with them), Alya had sighed and agreed that she could keep it.
“What are we still waiting for? It’s time.” Alya yanked Marinette out from behind the stairs and dragged her toward Adrien and Nino. Marinette tried to tug away, but she tripped and tumbled forward.
She braced for impact, but it never came. Instead, she was met with something warm and soft that smelled just like her treasure box—clean linen and citrus.
“Whoa,” Adrien said. “You okay, Marinette?”
Her eyes snapped open, and she jumped out of his arms. “Yar! I mean, yeah! I’m— it’s— it’s all grood. Good.” A too-wide grin stretched across her face, her neck growing hot under her collar.
Adrien smiled. She fixed her gaze on his nose to avoid his unfairly beautiful eyes. Unfortunately, his nose was just as beautiful, and it was even closer to his lips, which made her heart hammer like that weird construction-themed akuma from last week (Bob le Builder, a name which she found both tacky and lazy, but which Chat Noir loved, of course).
“Um,” she said intelligently. What was she supposed to tell him again? Her mind had melted into goo. It was probably spilling out of her ears at this point. Oh no—what if Adrien saw her disgusting brain goo??
Alya was miming something behind Adrien’s back. Paper? Writing?
Oh. Right.
Marinette lifted the pen and let the well-rehearsed words spill out. “Adrien, is this yours? I think I’m in love with you.”
She froze. Adrien’s eyebrows shot up, perfect lips forming a tiny o of surprise. Behind him, Alya slapped her hand to her forehead.
“It!” Marinette blurted, much too loudly. “The pen. That’s what I’m in love with. It’s like a pencil, but more darker and, um, smeary-er. I mean, it has such a great… writing— smooth— ink… ness. W-where did you get it?”
Adrien blinked. Then a laugh bubbled out of him.
“It’s just a pen, Marinette. If you like it that much, you can keep it.”
“R-really?”
“Of course! I’ve got a bunch more.” He smiled warmly, sending a golden shimmer all the way down to her toes.
“Well, how about a trade? You can have one of mine!” She shrugged off her backpack and pulled out her pack of pink gel pens. “Um, unless you don’t like pink?”
“How could I not like pink? It’s your signature color.” He grinned, taking one of the pens. “Thanks! And, by the way, you might want to disinfect that other pen. I have kind of a bad habit of chewing on the cap. Sorry. Would you rather have a new one? I’d be happy to—”
“No!” she said quickly. “No, that’s fine. Thanks.”
“Okay, then. See you in class!” Adrien waved, and then she watched him walk away with Nino, slipping the gel pen in his pocket.
“Well, that was… interesting,” Alya said. “But I guess it was technically a success. Nice work, klepto.”
Marinette smiled down at the pen in her hand.
Maybe Operation Kleptomaniac wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Adrien sat in his desk chair, rolling the pink gel pen between his fingers.
“Man, that Pigtails is so weird,” Plagg commented through a mouthful of cheese.
“She’s not weird,” Adrien said. “She’s just… ”
He paused. He didn’t quite have the words for what Marinette was. Smart, definitely. Kind. Funny. Passionate. Brave. Talented. A good person. A good friend.
“… she’s Marinette,” he finished.
Adrien pulled open his desk drawer and took out a little box. Inside were various items he’d collected since he started school. An old CD from Nino. A sparkly invitation to Rose’s birthday party. A spoon from an ice cream cone he’d shared with Kagami. The wrapper from the piece of gum Alya had offered him on his second day. The ticket stubs from the movies he’d seen with Marinette last month.
Now that he thought of it, most of the things in the box came from Marinette. There were ribbons from bags of homemade pastries, knicknacks she’d made for all her friends, a dozen handwritten notes (always signed “Your friend, Marinette”).
“I don’t get why you keep all this stuff,” Plagg said. “It’s just a bunch of junk.”
Adrien carefully placed the pink gel pen in the box, between his Kitty Section mask and the pair of fake glasses “Marino” had left behind.
“They’re not junk.” He smiled. “They’re treasures.”
#adrinette#ml#miraculous ladybug#adrienette#mine#my fics#ml fics#i think this is one of the silliest things i've ever written haha it was fun :D
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Random Adrinette dating headcanons (post s5)
Adrien likes watching Marinette play RPGs. He lays next to her and just watches in awe of her skills
When new Pokemon games are announced, they each get different versions so they can trade version exclusives
They have a stardew valley co-op file where they're married, and Adrien insists on sleeping in the same bed. He skips the cutscenes with the other single villagers bc he would never be unfaithful to his wife.
They take afternoon naps together bc they're both so tired all the time from school and all of their many responsibilities *cough cough*
Double dates with Felix and Kagami get really awkward bc they both know her identity, and she has to beg them to not talk about it so openly around Adrien bc he doesn't know. Felix thinks she should just tell him, but Marinette made Kagami pinky swear, and you don't break pinky swears. It's in the rules of friendship.
Dinners with Marinette's family. They already have the wedding planned. Tom has written Adrien into the will.
Tiny kisses on the nose, chin, forehead, hands, fingers. Their friends thought their problems would be solved if they just kissed, but now they won't stop and somehow they're too disgustingly cute.
Marinette absent-mindedly runs her fingers through Adrien's hair when she's spaced out. It relaxes him too much though, and sometimes when she checks back in, he's fallen asleep.
They fall asleep on face time all the time. It's how Adrien knows Marinette talks in her sleep.
Adrien insists on taking lots of pictures together and hanging them up on her wall. He's also started a collection on his wall.
Marinette usually can't finish her lunch and always leaves a few bites, so Adrien gets into a habit of finishing her food for her.
Marinette teaches Adrien how to make pancakes the right way. He cries the first time he eats them bc his father's were so bad 😭
Marinette makes a little cloth doll of herself for Adrien to keep at his house, so he always has her even when they're apart. He sleeps with it on his pillow every night.
They know the combinations to each others lockers, and sometimes they trade textbooks and leave each other little messages on stickynotes when they trade back.
They write each other sappy poems, then read them to each other. Alya and Nino thought it was cute at first, but now they just put in headphones to drown them out.
The gym coach had to learn the hard way to always put them on the same team for dodgeball bc if it ever gets down to the two of them, they will both forfeit the game and no one wins.
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One of these days I'll finish writting the fanfic of this tiny Trans Reversed-Love Square Miraculous Ladybug AU that has been eating my brain:
— Adrien Agreste is Kitty Noir. Reclusive homeschooled rich supermodel by day, Paris superheroine by night.
—Adrien thinks of Kitty as just a persona he can play with, like a videogame avatar. ('It tootally doesn't mean anything that Kitty feels right, and like home, and like freedom, what are you talkikg about guys?' )
—Kitty is Ladybug's partner in fighting agains crime. Kitty brings the 'there's always time for a joke' vibe to the superhero work that Ladybug pretends not to appreciate.
—One night, Kitty is saved from an akumatized villain attack by a civilian named Marinette, and is heartstruck by her kindness and bravery. (Ladybug was busy that night, if you can believe it.)
—Kitty visits her at her balcony the next night, and Marinette tells her about feeling lonely at school. Kitty knows loneliness, and their night meetings at the balcony become a common ocurrence.
—They become friends. One night, Kitty flirts. Marinette responds (Because tonight she is just a normal girl with a normal life, why wouldn't she?) And Kitty well, she is kind. Her jokes aren't cruel, and she listens to her.
—And Kitty likes the way light hits her hair, and how clumsy and determined she is. Is this what having a friend is like? Wishing time would stop so she could keep lisening to Marinette?
—And ups! Kitty is getting close, and moving in circles around Marinette and Marinette feels safe. Kitty is kind of funny. And Marinette realizes she wants some funny in her life.
—Kitty leans. Marinette kisses her. She is not sure why she did that. Oh! Marinette retreats, but Paris at night makes Kitty's green eyes shine like stained glass. Wait, does she like girls? Does she like this girl?
—Kitty kisses her again, and Kitty is in heaven. Alone. Alone is a far away word. For a second the whole world feels like home. But stop.
—Kitty (or Adrien?) pulls away. 'Because this isn't right' 'Because you are just my fan, you don't know me.'
'Because Kitty isn't real... right?'
—Kitty leaves. Is not ethical, it can't be. They both agree. Just friends. 'Sometimes, I'll catch a glipse of you in the moonlight.'
—Marinette, see, now she was a problem. Ladybug can't be in love with her partner, no way. Is not right, is too distracting. And they have people to save!
—So Ladybug pretends everything is ok. 'Kitty, we have to be focused at all times' she tells her, trying to ignore how pretty her smile is.
—But duty is first, Paris is counting on them. Even if Kitty calling her 'My Lady' keeps her awake at night. 'All girls fantasize about their friends like that, right?'
—Adrien sits on his bed, and thinks about what would happen if he could be Kitty all the time. If Kitty is just a character, just a game, why did it felt so good, so real, to kiss Marinette?
—Marinette liked Kitty, and Kitty wasn't even trying. 'You are so beautiful, you know that, right?' She had said one night, laughing, after Kitty had make her dance. So spontaneous, she had blushed after.
—He was allowed to like that thought, right? Kitty was beautiful. He (she?) was beautiful. 'Am I, beautiful?' How much of Kitty is acting, and how much of her is true?
—Kitty doesn't visit often now. Marinette overthinks. 'She moved on, of course she did, why wouldn't she, I said it was ok, why doesn't it feel ok?'
—One day, Ladybug "accidentally" sees Kitty sneak into the Agreste Mansion. Oh! So she really meet someone else. 'She used to sneak into my house like that' And she meet no other than golden boy Adrien Agreste. Supermodel Adrien Agreste. Rich and Misterious Adrien Agreste.
—Of course, I mean, this Adrien guy is kinda cute. And Kitty is cute. Match made in heaven right? Is non of her buisness anyways.
—But Adrien is a little too misterious, right? He doesn't even go to school! And what was that Alya told her the other day? Oh! He is friends with Chloe?? Too suspicious...
—Is ok, she is just worried about Kitty. They are partners, gals, Marinette just wants to make sure Kitty's boy is the right one. 'What does she sees in him anyways?'
—Adrien meets Marinette one day, at a gala, she designed a hat for him! She is wonderful, and Adrien wants to say hi, but she keeps avoiding him. 'Is just the nerves for the event, she toootally didn't roll her eyes at me.'
—Adrien meets Nino. He is great. He tells him about school, and Adrien dreams about how cool it would be to go to school. He asks his dad, and he actually considers it?
Nino supports him, even Chloe vouches for him. Father says yes, he can go to school!.
—Adrien arrives at his first day, and oh! There is Marinette! How great is this!
—Marinette raises her head, and oh! There is Adrien Agreste! How great is this?
#it got out of hand#but i mean ajahshshwhhdd#i needed to get this out of my system#miraculous ladybug#mlb#ml#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#trans adrien agreste#gender fluid adrien agreste#transfem adrien#bisexual marinette#miraculous au#miraculous ladybug au#marichat#ladynoir#miraculous#ladybug#chat noir
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“A trip to Paris” 6
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Chapter 6: “Introducing akumas”
Marinette shook off her embarrassment, there would be time to freak out about that later, right now, she had a job to do.
��Oh, no!” Marinette cried, checking her phone. “There is an akuma close by!” She turned to her new friends–or, rather, temporary friends… she knew they were just here on holidays. “You should stay here, it will be safe.”
“Safe from what? What’s an akuma?” asked Jazz. She didn’t remember reading anything about that, and she had done a lot of research before coming.
“Oh, um, well an akuma is a person…” Marinette began. Danny raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t planned to have to explain this today, and she was doing a poor job of it. “Well, a possessed person—”
“Wait, you mean like overshadowed?” Sam asked what all three Amity Parkers were thinking. She didn’t think his ghost sense had gone off, but they couldn’t be too careful.
“Over– what?” asked Marinette, confused, this was not an English word she knew. She shook her head, “No, I don’t think so… it’s more like control by, as if someone else brainwashed them.” Then she remembered that “possessed” could mean something totally different to them than it did to her.
“That’s horrible,” Jazz commented with a sympathetic look. Knowing that it was done by one human to another made it worse in her book.
“It is, that’s why it is better to stay inside, and let Ladybug and Chat Noir do their job. They will defeat it, don’t worry!” said Marinette. Her smile was a bit too wide, stretched thin. Ladybug would save the day, but first she needed to leave and transform into Ladybug. She just had to figure out how to slip away from them.
“Marinette is right,” said Sabine. “Our store safety policy includes customers in these cases of emergencies. Please stay inside of the store.” Her accent was stronger than Marinette’s but they could understand her English well enough.
“Okay... ” said Danny hesitantly. He didn’t think that he could do much against an akuma. As far as he knew they were just people, mind controlled people but still people, as wrong as that sounded. And although it may be killing him inside to know more about it so he could at least try to help, with Jazz and Sam and even the Parisians so close by, he wasn’t about to go ghost.
“Good,” said Tom, nodding approvingly. He never liked when Alya went to record the battles and he liked it even less when his daughter took the risk too. Although normally Marinette was trying to stop Alya.
Another explosion shook the bakery. The pastries bounced in their displays and some of them piled up at the edge of the containers. Things were falling off shelves, everything was out of place. Everyone in the bakery ran for cover, and Marinette took the opportunity to escape and 'hide' in the house rather than the store.
She didn't lose any more time, quickly transforming into Ladybug and swinging out through a window. With the help of her trusty yo–yo she made her way to the roof. Once there, she spotted Chat Noir, who was already watching the villain and trying to understand the situation.
Meanwhile, inside the bakery, Danny was trying to see what was going on from a window since the attack wasn’t that far away. Sam stood next to him, a gentle hand on his shoulder to keep him calm. Even though he didn't even know if he could do something against an “akuma,” he was sure there was still some way he could help.
Jazz was watching her little brother from further in the store, she could tell that he was itching to get out there and help, that was just his nature. She knew her little brother, if things got bad enough, he would try his best to help, even if that meant breaking his promise.
The fight had gotten even closer to the bakery and that wasn't helping Danny’s stress, he knew he could try to help, but didn't want to break his promise or expose himself.
Then when nobody was expecting it, the battle was over. As fast as it had started, it ended.
As soon as Ladybug found Chat Noir, he told her what he’d seen and she knew exactly what to do. The akuma was a demolition contractor who got fired for unsafe practices. His boss said he was using too many explosions, but he had a plan, it wasn't his fault that the higher ups didn't like it. He was throwing bombs all over the city, destroying lots of buildings, when Ladybug and Chat Noir found him. Using their awesome teamwork, the pair of heroes quickly found the akuma hidden in a remote detonator and put a stop to his rampage. Then Ladybug launched her miraculous cure and everything went back to normal.
Back in the bakery, Tom and Sabine were smiling at the foreigners’ shocked faces. They had become so used to akuma attacks that it was almost normal to them. It was nice to be reminded of how magical it all really was.
Danny, Sam, and Jazz were more than a little surprised when everything suddenly went back as good as new, the fallen pastries were back on the shelves, toppled chairs were set to rights, and they could see previously damaged buildings from the window with not a scratch on them. It was like the akuma had never even happened.
It wasn't long until Marinette was back downstairs and she was just as amused by their shock as her parents. The three Parisians explained to their guests that it was always like that for them. An akuma would destroy almost everything in their way, and then Ladybug with her Miraculous Magic would restore it all. Good as new!
Danny silently wished that was something he could do back home, maybe then people wouldn’t blame him for all the property damage.
It was at that moment that someone's stomach growled and the Amity Park kids suddenly realised how hungry they were.
“Wow, is it really that late?” Danny wondered aloud. He checked the time on his phone; even without a local service provider, the time was still correct.
“You're always thinking with your stomach, aren’t you?” said Sam. She laughed and gave him a teasing smile. Even though she was also hungry, she wasn’t going to admit it. The hours had really flown by.
“Let’s go and find something to eat, it’s about time for lunch,” Jazz suggested. She looked around at the Dupain–Cheng family, “Marinette, thank you for all the tips,” she held up the notebook where she’d written everything down, “and thank you, Sabine and Tom, for letting us stay here during the akuma attack. We’ve never seen anything like that before!”
“You are very welcome!” replied Marinette with a big smile. She was happy to know that everything was coming up good for the foreigners.
“Glad to know that our daughter has helped you kids that much! Have fun in your holidays and please come back!” said Sabine, she wrapped an arm around her husband and the two smiled proudly at the kids.
“We will!” said Jazz, grinning back. It was a nice place, and they could come back for sweets any time during their stay.
And so, just like that, Jazz, Danny, and Sam waved goodbye to their new friends and headed out into the Parisian sunshine once again. They had passed by some stores and restaurants earlier and Marinette had told them where they could have lunch at a very good price. The restaurant that they ended up going to wasn't the cheapest that they saw, but at least it was on budget for the day.
Just when they were finishing lunch, their Fenton Phones rang. It was Jack and Maddie calling to check on them because they had learned about the akuma attack. They knew the kids could handle themselves in dangerous situations, but they still worried. Plus, their curiosity was piqued.
Once the adults finished peppering them with questions, the kids took turns telling them about what happened, Danny explained that no, he didn’t use his powers, and no, he had no clue what that was, and yes, they were all good. Then Jazz took over the story and explained how and why they ended up hiding in a bakery of all places. Sam completed the explanation, saying that it seems to be like magic of some kind, at least that’s what the Parisians believed.
Jack and Maddie were glad to hear that the kids were okay and hadn’t gotten into any serious trouble. It was enough of a pain dealing with insurance back home, they really didn’t want to do it here. As far as the possibility of magic, the scientific side of them wanted to deny its existence, but they couldn’t explain what would fix all the damage that easily.
Danny confessed his wish that they had a magic fix back home, and to that, everyone agreed. Then he suggested that maybe next time another akuma attack happens, he could just observe from a closer distance than today.
That made everyone ask if he was planning to transform, to which he responded yes, but just that. No other powers, except maybe invisibility. It would be a stealth mission, reconnaissance. He didn’t want people to give himself away or cause people to panic even more.
They all talked it over and decided that maybe, just maybe, it would be okay, just this once. So they could see exactly what was going on here. The rest promised to stay far away. The local heroes seemed more than capable of dealing with those akumas, after all. They had just witnessed that practically firsthand, or learned on the local news – even though Jack and Maddie couldn't understand what the reporter was saying, they could guess, and then a quick check online using the hotel wifi confirmed their observations.
With their plan in relation to akumas now made, the three teens continued exploring the city. Then, later, they met the rest of Team Phantom –except for Tucker, Valerie, and Dani, of course– back at the hotel to relax and try to call home. It was weird to think about how many hours difference there was –damn time zones– and knowing they would need to wait until late afternoon or evening before they could talk to anyone back in Amity. Thankfully, Mr. Gray answered after just a few rings and they were able to check in with him, easing some of their anxiety.
The two girls were doing all right, Danny talked with Dani and asked her how she was doing and if she'd had any ghostly problems. Dani told him that he was worrying way too much and he should just relax– he was on holidays and that far away for a reason.
Then when they spoke with Valerie, she told Sam and Danny that she had heard the mayor was planning a little ‘meeting’ overseas. They pressed her for more details, and she said that Tucker was obviously planning a trip to Paris himself. He had used his power as mayor, in one way or another to make it happen. The public had been hounding the local government for more information about Amity Park, and until now, Tucker had declined a press tour. Recently though, rumours had spread that he'd accepted an invitation from the mayor of Paris. What an incredibly well-planned coincidence! The two teens laughed at their best friend’s antics, but couldn’t be happier. Only Tucker would manage to plan a special meeting halfway across the world just to come hang out with them.
Jack and Maddie weren't too happy with his idea, but couldn’t really say much knowing that the old mayor did much worse than that. Tucker was also still a kid, and he wasn’t going to be mayor forever. The next elections were coming up soon and would decide the next mayor, after all.
Hearing news from Amity lent some normalcy to their routine and they talked for quite a while, before saying goodbye. Even though they had only been gone a day, there was already a lot to tell each other.
While the kids were talking, Maddie and Jack looked up local attractions and found that a science exposition was being held not far from their hotel and would be opening the next day. Danny and Jazz expressed their surprise when they learned it wasn’t some sort of ghost convention, to which their parents sheepishly confessed that it was related to ghost studies… in a way. After all, people all over the world were talking about ghosts and learning about them now.
Of course, the elder Fentons weren’t about to miss the opportunity to talk about ghosts with a whole new city of people that hadn’t already heard all of their theories. They did agree that they were going to just listen to the presentations and such though, even though they weren’t sure how much of it they would understand, it likely being in French and all.
Just as his parents promised to try to keep a low profile at the convention, Danny once again promised to keep Phantom's presence in Paris a secret, even while invisibly spying on the local heroes. He hadn't really been around other heroes and he was curious about their powers. They were all very intrigued by what they could learn from them and considering that maybe they could use the knowledge later on, it was worth the risk. The others were calling it spying because that was basically what it was, even though Danny refused to call it that.
Once all were in agreement as to how they would conduct themselves while gathering information during their stay they decided to get back in the vacation mindset. Jack and Maddie prepared themselves for their science exposition, while the kids planned their next outing. The Eiffel Tower was one of the most popular tourist attractions in Paris after all and it was high time they went to check it out. Thanks to Marinette’s help, they, or, more specifically, Jazz, were able to quickly look through the bus schedule and find the best time to visit when it wouldn’t be as crowded. Once Jazz had fully planned out their day, from how and when to get to the Eiffel Tower and then what to do afterwards, she called it a night.
After Jazz went to bed, Danny and Sam decided to look into getting their phones on the Paris cellular network. They couldn't keep using the Fenton Phones for all of their communication. Sam took the lead in setting that up, since she had experience doing that sort of thing before, but Danny was the one to suggest that they still used the Fenton Phones to communicate with Amity Park, since it would be cheaper than international roaming. In no time at all, Sam managed to help Danny and the rest of the Fenton family to get a temporary local line. Jack and Maddie were very grateful to Sam for helping them with that, since they had been putting it off for “later.” Using the Fenton Phones had been working for them so far, so they might have never gotten around to it.
And so, with a very productive first day in Paris under their belts, they called it a night. It was getting late after all.
Over the next few days, Jack and Maddie enjoyed their convention, if nothing else, at least they learned the French word for “ghost,” and the kids took turns choosing which tourist attraction to visit. They would only be there for two weeks, so everyone wanted to make the most of their time in the City of Lights. In addition to the most popular locations, they also found some quieter places frequented by the locals that they all could enjoy. Before they knew it, the day for Tucker to join them was just around the corner.
“So,” Jazz commented, “Tucker finally said that the official reason he’s coming is for him to supposedly speak at a bunch of conferences about the ghosts from Amity.”
The kids were sitting at the park that afternoon, just enjoying the beautiful day.
“Yeah. We finally managed to get ahold of him, and it’s like Valerie said, he was supposed to do an online, long distance conference… thing. But you know Tuck, he managed to change it so that he could come to Paris personally.” Danny shrugged. “Although, I also think that he mentioned once that he had a few different cities around the world trying to book him. So, why, Paris? Who knows. Probably just because we’re here.” he shrugged again.
“Why am I not surprised? You guys have always been good at playing the system, haven’t you?” said Jazz. She, like the rest, had suspected that to be the case, but hearing Danny say it out loud just confirmed it. At least Tucker wasn’t really abusing his power… that much. They had invited him, after all.
“Well, it’s Tuck, what do you expect?” said Sam with a shrug. She wasn't going to deny the obvious.
“Valerie and Dani said he’s arriving tomorrow, right?” asked Jazz. They had managed to talk with the girls back home the day before; but it was more Danny asking about Amity and confirming the lack of ghosts than anything else. She hoped, for Danny’s sake, that things stayed okay over there.
“And I believe that he is staying in the same hotel as us, it seems like the ‘Grand Paris’ always receives important people… ” Danny added, recalling the details of his friend's travel plans. Even though, now that he thought about it, Tucker probably shouldn’t have shared those details with anybody other than his parents, who were coming too. It could potentially be a security risk.
“Yeah, he’s staying in the presidential suite, or whatever it’s called,” continued Sam. She had been the one to confirm the information, but didn’t care enough to remember the name of the room. The rooms had numbers, after all, and that was the important part.
“So I’m guessing you two will want to see him as soon as he gets here, right? The three of you will probably want to catch up tomorrow...” said Jazz. She already knew that Danny and Sam would jump at that opportunity to spend time with their best friend. Even though she was with them and they were having a good time, she still felt a bit awkward, a bit like an outsider.
“Probably…” Danny hummed, half listening. He was watching a group of children playing in the distance and listening to the pigeons coo. He was very much enjoying the holidays so far. As he should.
“Hey Jazz, you know even though we don’t mind your company, you could go do your own things, too,” said Sam. “You don’t need to stay with us.” She didn’t mind the other girl, but she also knew that Jazz would probably like to do some other normal teen stuff, without her little brother and his girlfriend tagging along. Like maybe check some of the local universities or something, even though she would never want to study that far from Amity. Honestly, Sam was starting to feel a bit odd being around Jazz when they weren’t battling some kind of danger.
“Oh no, it’s all right! I have the key card for the room, so we all need to stick together… ” replied Jazz. She was the oldest and therefore the one entrusted to keep track of their copy of it. She knew that Sam didn’t mean anything by it, but none of them were dumb enough to miss the awkward feeling between them.
“Yeah, but you know I don’t necessarily need a key...” said Danny, obviously pointing out his ghostly abilities. He was still oblivious to the mounting tension around him.
“True, but remember: no powers, little bro. Plus mom and dad trusted me to look after you two, and even though you don’t need it, that doesn’t mean I should just leave you guys! What if you got lost? Or went to the wrong room?” Jazz pointed out. With their limited communication here, getting lost wasn't something to play around with. That thought made her feel better about being there for them, even when they didn’t necessarily need her.
“All right, all right...” Danny raised his hands in surrender. He had finally noticed how stressful the situation was becoming. “We are going to stick together, and no powers, means no powers...” He sighed. He might actually be starting to miss the ghost attacks.
“Well, with our luck another akuma will attack soon, and you can go spy on the heroes,” Sam teased.
They had found the blog run by Marinette’s friend Alya. The 'Ladyblog' had an English translation on it and explained that akuma attacks were completely random, usually varying between two to three per week, but sometimes as frequently as two in one day, although that was very rare. So, in other words, they happened when you least expected it.
“Hey! I thought it was just ‘observing from a closer distance…’”
Jazz and Sam both gave him looks that said ‘not even you believe that.’
He sighed. “Fine, spying it is… ” he paused, “Let’s hope I don’t get in trouble for that…” he murmured. Even though he knew it was spying from the start, he didn’t want to say it like that, in case it was illegal or something. And he didn’t even know if he would understand anything.
“So, what time is Tucker supposed to get to the hotel again? I can’t remember what Valerie said, since you guys, or well, you, little brother, were hogging the Fenton Phones the whole time and I had to ask you about it later on…” said Jazz, with a twinge of annoyance, reminding him about his worrying over the phone about whether Amity was doing okay or not.
If they were going to do something tomorrow to meet up with Tucker and his family, it was best to plan ahead. And Jazz needed all of the information in order to do that planning.
“Well, his flight should land at around 5 p.m. He did a lot of complaining about how he was going to be spending a whole entire day on a plane. He may be a tech genius, but seriously, he didn’t get that if he leaves Illinois at midnight that’s 7 a.m here, then when you add the ten hours flying… ‘voilà’ you get to Paris at 5 p.m.” explained Sam. They had something similar happen to them when they flew over, although it wasn’t as bad because they arrived around 11 p.m. and then slept through the night.
“If I remember correctly, even you were confused about the time zones when we were travelling...” Danny teased her with a playful grin and Sam just glared at him in return. After all, that Monday night was hard for all of them.
“Well, if it helps, none of us had experienced crossing so many time zones like that before...” Jazz paused, “That means that Tucker would get to the hotel at around 6 p.m.” she commented, getting them back on the topic of planning for the next day.
“Yep,” said Danny, pronouncing the ‘p’ more strongly than needed, “so he should be free around six-thirty or seven tomorrow afternoon,” he finished with a nod. He was excited that he and Sam would get to hang out with their friend after such a long time. They had only been in Paris a week, but even before that, it had been hard to see him because of his mayoral duties. Actual ones, unlike this trip… Mostly it was fixing problems that Vlad left.
“Okay, so let’s just say seven, to be on the safe side, that’s when we should be looking for him,” said Sam. She would never admit it, but she had missed her friend; she was really thankful to have him in her life. After all, the three of them were the original trio, the original team Phantom.
“Sounds like a plan!” said Jazz and wrote it all down in her notebook that she was still carrying around.
Danny and Sam just rolled their eyes. Sometimes it seemed like Jazz was being a bit extra, but they knew she always had good intentions. And even though they would never tell her, they knew they were going to miss her when she went to Amity Park University in the fall.
The three teens fell into a peaceful silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
Danny was actually really enjoying his time in Paris. He never thought that travelling like this would help so much, but with Sam next to him so close their shoulders brushed, and Jazz at his other side, near enough for a teasing elbow to the ribs, he felt the tension slowly melting away.
Sam slipped her hand into Danny’s and gave it a gentle squeeze. She was so glad to see him actually relaxed for once, and she was enjoying every second she got to spend with him. A breeze blew through the park, rustling the leaves on the trees, and she took a deep breath of the sweet summer air.
Jazz was quite pleased with how everything was going so far. She mentally ran through their itinerary again, they only had a little time here and she wanted to make the most of it. Although, she supposed, always thinking of what they were going to do next was probably not the best way to enjoy the moment, was it? She shook herself out of her thoughts and instead watched the way the dappled sunlight danced across the ground at her feet.
“Well, now that we know when Tuck is getting here,” Danny began, breaking the silence, “and we’ve changed our plans for the weekend to include him–”
A sleek black car had pulled up at the park, causing some commotion when a bodyguard stepped out of it.
“Okay...” said Sam, noticing what distracted Danny.
Jazz finished writing down some more ideas for what they could do tomorrow, making sure to account for how they were going to ‘just say hi’ to Tuck. Then she glanced up from her notebook and saw what Danny and Sam were looking at. “Is he supposed to be a teen celebrity or something?” she asked. It did look a bit like it was out of a movie, in a way.
“I don’t know, it just looked like something was about to happen, with the way those people were acting. I didn’t expect it to just be some guy, I thought for a second that maybe an akuma was coming or something,” Danny explained. After all, they were expecting an akuma to happen sooner or later.
“I thought the same thing,” said Sam, “but that blonde guy doesn’t seem like an akuma, does he?” She watched the way he was being shielded by his bodyguard. He didn’t seem like much of a threat.
“Oh!” exclaimed Danny, after seeing the guy a bit better the closer he got. “I think I know him!”
“What?” asked Jazz and Sam, equally confused. They had never seen him before in their lives.
“Well, all right, all right. I don’t, you know, know him know him… but I’ve seen him. In ads. I think.” said Danny, trying to remember where exactly he had seen the ad, or if he knew what it was about.
“In ads, you said...” Jazz hummed thoughtfully, trying to remember what advertisements they had seen around the area.
“I mean, I guess… I don’t remember exactly where, and now that I think about it, I’m not even sure what it was for. I mean, how could I know, it was probably in French!” Danny said with a shrug. There were plenty of signs with people on them, both here and back home. Normally it was because of publicity, someone trying to sell goods or services, or worse, according to him, it was politics.
“That makes sense,” Sam allowed.
“He seems to be very popular… well, at least among the girls,” commented Jazz. She had been watching the crowd and noticed that most of the people that were now gathered at the park seemed to be teenage girls.
“Well, I guess, that’s our cue to go. Look, they’ve got a photographer over there now, they probably came here to work… ” said Sam, unimpressed. What else would a famous teen do if not work in one way or another? It was either that or just be ‘annoying’ in her book.
“Alright, let’s go,” Danny stood up from their bench. “I’m here to rest, not work!” Well… unless you counted the “definitely-not-spying” he would be doing on the local heroes.
“Hey, isn’t that Marinette?” Jazz pointed out a familiar set of pigtails in the middle of the crowd of what they could only assume were fans.
Sam followed Jazz’s line of sight and found their new friend talking animatedly with another girl. “Yeah, I think so...” When she turned back, she noticed how Jazz seemed like she was ready to go ask Marinette for some more Parisian advice.
“Uhh, Jazz, I don’t think we need to bother her and her friend right now...” said Danny, picking up on the same thing Sam had. Knowing his sister, she would try to get as much information out of Marinette as possible, even though they didn’t need it, they were planning to spend time with Tucker tomorrow, after all.
“Hey, just because I’m gathering my stuff and especially the notebook doesn’t mean… ” she trailed off when Danny and Sam both raised a sceptical eyebrow at her. “Okay, okay… fine. So maybe I thought we could ask her a few more questions… ” She sighed. It wouldn’t be that bad to get ideas of what else to do, right?
“Let’s just go,” Danny groaned. He stood up and stretched his back. It felt nice after sitting for a while.
“I’m right behind you,” said Sam. She would have been happy to stay there and admire the sunset, it was getting late and would be going down before much longer, but the idea had lost its appeal when so many people showed up.
“Fine” grumbled Jazz, outnumbered and defeated. She finished packing up the last of their things in a small bag.
And so the three of them began making their way back to the hotel. They would probably go up to the roof and enjoy some time at the pool while continuing to plan what they would do with Tucker once he arrived. However, as soon as they started walking, a huge flock of pigeons zoomed past them, flying in formation. A scream went up from the crowd of fans, many of them running for cover.
“Uh, that’s weird, right?” Danny asked. “Like, I’m no bird expert, but I’m pretty sure that’s not normal.” To be continued :D :D
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FIC: "Of Kwamis, Soulmates, and Idiots" ch2 (MLB; Lukanette)
Notes: I was struggling with this one, guys. If I had just sat on the initial prompt it probably all could have gone up in one go, but after that month I was a little (lot) burnt out and kept building this up as more than it had to be? I kept thinking there needed to be some kind of big Plot & Substance, but sometimes you just need a little bit of shits and giggles, right? Anyway. I think it’s as done as it’s gonna get, at least for now. 🖤
Marinette had hated to leave practice, but to be fair…it wasn’t actually her band practicing. She could barely play a handful of notes on the flute, and she highly doubted a group as rock-n-roll as Kitty Section would be interested in having something as dorky as a flute in their band. So when her maman had texted her asking if she could come home early — along with an apology, but they had an unexpected rush, her papa was busy with a big order for the next day, and they could really use the help — well…it just seemed obvious.
She hadn’t missed the way Luka’s eyes had followed her as she grabbed her bag and rushed off with a harried excuse, but that was just Luka being Luka. He was kind like that. Still, she was sure Tikki would give her plenty of grief over it later.
Tikki was also kind like that.
Her bag had been left unattended and almost forgotten in the back of the house once she had gotten home. She had tossed it by the door that led up to their family flat as soon as she had run in, only sparing enough thought to make sure it was safely out of the way before grabbing her apron and moving to help her papa fill macarons.
#miraclous ladybug#luka couffaine#marinette dupain-cheng#sass#tikki#lukanette#endgame lukanette#lukanette endgame#ml fic#ver fic#kwami soulmates#soulmates#we all need some happy today right#a little distraction#some stupid fluff#hang in there fam 🖤
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I'm just thinking about if Adrien got the ladybug miraculous instead of the cat, because we were totally robbed of fluffy Tikki and Adrien.
Like, imagine she sees his life, completely taken aback, "Is this... All you want????"
And Adrien answers, "As long as my dad's happy, and we have our monthly scheduled breakfast, everything's okay."
"But you could have better than 'okay'????"
She explains to him that he's allowed to want things outside of the bubble his father puts him in, and that it's normal to want more, even if your life is "Perfect".
How she's lived for so long, and with all the things she's seen over history (wars, famine, violence, injustice, etc.) there's been many times when she's felt like nothing could be made better.
But the wanting of better things was important.
Being the kwami of creation, she explains that a big part of her is wanting. You can't CREATE, unless you WANT.
Which is somewhat new to Adrien because he doesn't really allow himself to want. If he wanted, there's a good chance he couldn't have it, because, he realizes, what he really wants is connection.
But, gosh, she makes it sound so... easy???
Adrien starts to realize that maybe what he wants, ISN'T what he has.
"Is it, really that easy, to have what you want?"
And she's like, "Yup. 🐞👍"
And you know how Tikki is such a good life coach/encouragement expert?? You can't tell me Adrien wouldn't soak it up like a sponge.
All the support he never had, is suddenly there. All the faith that she has, in his decisions and what he wants.
Like, the freedom from that??? The comfort??? The connection he's been longing for???
We all know what speaks to Adrien is people listening to him. Like, actually SEEING and HEARING him for who he wants to be.
(In the OG series, his connection to Marinette is partially based on it. She was the only person who saw what he ACTUALLY wanted, and wanted it for him too.)
And Tikki, being the kwami of creation, would love nothing more than for her holder to create. To see him grow and blossom into what he WANTS to be.
And the guilt that held him back starts to melt away.
In place of it grows curiosity!! The seeking of what he wants, which is something he's never done before!! It's all so new and exciting.
+ We get Adrien comforted by Tikki.
Imagine him, sad and alone, and then this tiny little thing squishing into his face, "You can do it Adrien!! I believe in you! It's okay!!"
And maybe his father doesn't change (He probably wouldn't smh-) but he kind of doesn't have to anymore? He says Adrien can't go to his friend's party.
So Adrien brings the party to him, hosting it in their foyer. Or he video chats them, with his disco ball on, and his music up so high his dad can hear it from his lair.
And this happens over, and over again, with everything.
His father gives out, because he knows whatever he takes away, Adrien just makes it over again, and WHY IS HE SO DARN DETERMINED NOW?!? HE WAS NEVER LIKE THIS BEFORE?!???!
So he starts to just let him do what he wants, because if he keeps him locked up, the "annoyance" is right in his house, messing with his plans.
In school, Adrien would probably join the debate team (Being seen and heard), and start going with Mylene and Ivan to their protests. Being the son of a famous fashion designer only adds to the causes they fight for, (Also, being seen and heard).
First day of school he immediately goes towards Nino, now knowing what he wants.
With a firm, "I'd like to be friends with you." Instead of a, "Chloe is my only friend, I have to stay with her."
He sees Chloe putting gum on the bench next to them, and immediately cuts contact with her (Blocked).
He's trying to take the gum off before the people who sit there show up, doing his best, because he doesn't want them to even know what happened at all.
And this girl taps him on the shoulder, and asks "What are you doing?"
And he goes, "Taking the gum off."
"You don't have to do that?" She says, setting her bag down, "I can just move over."
The girl was Marinette.
"I know you!" He says, standing up, "Your family runs the bakery around the corner!"
She snapped her fingers, "You always order the big assortment boxes of macarons!"
It's an instant friendship.
And Adrien silently thanks Tikki in his head for refusing to eat anything other than the Dupain-Chengs' macarons.
Circling back to Tikki and Adrien fluff,
IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES!!
Cuddling, Squishing, Supporting!! A friend who believes in him!
The physical affection he never got!!
She thinks he's so SWEET, and she leaves him notes of encouragement everywhere!!
Giving him a pieces of her macarons, and him bringing her around to all the best patisseries?!!??
Asking Marinette to make a tiny bed for her?!!!!?
TINY PAJAMAS-
You can't tell me he wouldn't. You can't.
#miraculous#miraculous au#miraculous ladybug#tikki#adrien agreste#mister bug#marinette dupain cheng#adrienette#mlb adrien#miraculous adrien#mlb tikki#ml ladybug
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Work burned me out, middle management positions are draining. What was supposed to be an angsty oneshot is now… yeah I’m continuing it. Not a full series, just a two-parter… hopefully.
Edit: I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THIS CLUSTERFUCK OF AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER IS, but BUCKLE IN BECAUSE IT PROBABLY DOESN’T PASS SAFETY REGULATIONS! HOOOOO BOY
Part 1
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“…” she stared at the being in front of her, face frighteningly blank. Next to her, Bruce fidgeted.
“I’m not going anywhere, so you either gotta learn to love me real quick or get lost quicker,” the child snarked from where he was sitting upside-down on the bat computer chair. “And don’t call me Richard, my name’s Dick.”
“I don’t remember you working with a fetus, Batman,” Marinette slowly drawled, emphasizing the vigilante’s name despite none of the three of them being suited up. Dick shot up with a cry of indignation.
“I am not a fetus! I’m fifteen! I’ve been Robin since I was twelve!”
“Nope,” Marinette countered, unmoved. “I started out as Ladybug when I was twelve, and I was never as small as you,” she blatantly lied. Dick was already taller than her, which wasn’t much of an achievement considering that she was five-foot-one-inch tall. “You are six years old, tops.”
Dick let out an almost inhuman screech of complaint. Even as he rambled on angrily about how wrong she was, Marinette only nodded as if he proved her right about something.
“That was a good squawk though. Definitely a birdie.”
It took another twenty minutes before Dick ran off to tell on Marinette to Alfred, giving her and Bruce some alone time. With which she used to whirl to him and immediately hiss in equal parts fury and worry;
“Please tell me he wasn’t—“
“The timeline is gone,” Bruce reminded her, bracing her by putting both his hands on her shoulders. “He doesn’t remember.”
“Still!”
He let out such a heavy sigh that he seemed to deflate with it, his dark circles growing more pronounced.
“He wasn’t supposed to be,” he admitted softly. “When he turned sixteen, last time, I allowed him to form his own team of teen heroes. Supervised from afar by myself of course, not that they knew that. I had given them the order to stay back and guard their city, but they disobeyed me and snuck onto the battlefield anyway.”
Marinette rubbed at her temples, nodding. “Teenagers have a habit of doing that. This time around, can we ask Bunnyx to supervise them? She has all the energy of a teenager, so she’ll fit in, but the maturity of someone trusted to guard all the timelines.”
Bruce paused, thinking of what little he knew of the pastel rabbit themed hero, and then reluctantly nodded. “That… might be for the best. And giving them more opportunities to train with…” he hummed, hand on his chin. “I might actually change things up, in that case. Instead of jumping to put teens on their own in a tower, the old Justice League headquarters is more protected. And if we started with the ‘sidekicks’,” he gave very purposeful air quotes, “of other Leaguers, it would create a better support system than letting teenagers run around with… really, not enough regulation.”
“Gotta love hindsight,” Marinette agreed with a nod. “The whole teenagers by themselves thing only worked for my team because we were overly traumatized and each saw different apocalypses before we turned sixteen. Bunnyx could fix them herself back then, but still.”
“Best to do better by the new generation,” Bruce agreed with her unspoken statement. “I can still put that old team together again when they’re older, support their development elsewhere in the meantime.”
“Oh, and now that we’re done on that topic,” Marinette snapped her fingers before pointing to the staircase that Dick had disappeared up. “He’s going to make my life a living hell, isn’t he?”
Bruce groaned, offering her a lopsided grimace of apology. “He’s a menace,” he agreed. “He’s scared away any woman I’ve brought to the house, even though most of them are completely platonic. I have to make the press believe the whole playboy thing somehow, and inviting my friends over to chat is the easiest way to do so without breaking hearts for real. Dick hasn’t caught on yet,” Bruce rubbed his forehead. “His antics to scare away Selina Kyle are legendary already, and she’s sapphic. She couldn’t be attracted to me if I was the last man on earth.”
“Could have fooled me,” Marinette teased, suddenly impish. “She’s catwoman, isn’t she?”
Bruce narrowed his eyes, saying only: “Chat Noir. Year one.”
It was Marinette’s turn to grimace. “Point taken. But in my defense, he took way too long to realize he’s gay and watched too much anime at the time.”
Bruce let out one of his unfairly charming chuckles, changing position so that his arm was around her shoulders and pulling her to his side. She fit there surprisingly well, for someone almost half his size. She leaned into him, and the both just soaked in the comfort of one another for a long moment.
“You know,” Bruce started for a while. “If you want to stay in Gotham, we can make you another alter ego so that you don’t accidentally lure Shadow Moth here. Tell that fox of yours to make it seem like you’re in Paris and take some of the weight off of your shoulders for a change. Blackmail Constantine into charming some jars to keep the butterflies in until you can purify them.”
“Hmmm.” She closed her eyes. “Ladybird sounds nice. Fits with the bird thing that Robin has going for him.”
Bruce laughed. “That’ll really annoy him,” he warned, amused. Marinette’s close-eyed smile was pure mischief.
“That’s the whole point. I’m not letting a fetus win against me, bat-boy.”
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Marinette wasn’t speaking to Bunnyx. Bruce didn’t know what they had said to one another, but he could guess it had to do with Jason.
With his baby, who he just buried. The boy Marinette had thought of a son ever since he first brought him home. She had even smoothed things over between Dick and Jason, which he had considered nothing short of a miracle at the time.
But that miracle was nowhere to be seen now, with Marinette every bit as despondent next to him as he was. He wanted to be angry with her, he did, but he couldn’t. He had seen her blow up at Bunnyx, seen her try to hold her status as Grand Guardian over the bunny holder.
Bunnyx had simply said that she wouldn’t answer to Ladybug until after the grief passed then, and ran away into her burrow.
“Is this the payment?” He heard her whisper, her voice hoarse and broken. “For the do-over? We passed the old timeline. We took down Shadow Moth. Is this the price?” Tears dripped down her face silently, she didn’t seem to notice them. “Was I not a good enough mother? Should I—“ she stopped herself, shaking her head. He didn’t ask what she was about to say. Maybe he should have.
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Tim was great. He was too much like Marinette at times, which made Bruce’s chest ache, but he was a great Robin. A great son. His experience with Marinette proved priceless when it came to helping curb Tim’s overworking habits and caffeine addiction.
But not even Tim could find where Marinette had disappeared to, even with his detective skills surpassing Bruce’s already.
Tim was the first son of his that didn’t get to grow up with Marinette at all.
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“It’s fine, Baobei,” she whispered, stepping to the side. Behind her was the waterfall that hid the tunnel to the Batcave. “He’s not the one to blame. He did his best, even now he’s doing his best.”
“Then why does—“
“Because other people need him, and he has too big of a heart to turn them away,” her mouth tilted a little, smile lopsided and sad. “Timothy didn’t replace you. He just forced Bruce to live again. Bruce didn’t kill Joker, because he didn’t want to taint another child with the sight of murder.”
“And you?” The voice was dark, deadly, gruff. Older, and yet… so achingly familiar. She smiled at him again, soft and sad and… proud.
“I don’t have one,” she lied. She had tried, tried so hard. Bruce had gotten in her way first, and then the very same desire to not taint more children with the image of death.
But her baby needed a scapegoat, and she was willing to throw herself on the fire for him.
“That’s why it’s fine,” she repeated. “If this is what you want. Just, please. Let it end with me.”
This time, Marinette made sure she had the Time miraculous safely in her pocket. Nobody would interfere with this.
The bullet sent her into the flow of the waterfall, red flowing behind her like the carpet she used to walk down with Bruce whenever she released a new collection. She felt no regret as she closed her eyes and fell.
—*—*—*—*—*
The shot hadn’t been fatal. Red Hood might have been mad with Pit Rage, but his fondness for his only true mother figure was ever present. He simply wanted to see if she was serious about taking that shot.
His regret was immediate when she didn’t even try to dodge. The bullet had only grazed her shoulder, but she didn’t seem to notice that. She had been so ready to die— to let him kill her— that she had passed out before hitting the water. He dragged her to the Batcave, knowing he had a lot to answer for.
Bruce wished he could have found her sooner, found both of them sooner. But at least they were back.
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“… I mean,” she rocked on her heels. “You are growing a bit old for Robin…”
Tim glared at her, not appreciating the insight.
“Bruce is stuck in the timestream, and you aren’t doing a thing about it. I don’t hold your opinion very highly right now,” he snipped back. She snorted, glancing away.
As if that little stunt to “kill Batman” could ever fool her. She’d been there for the real thing, thanks, she could spot a fake a mile away. “He’s got Bunnyx going to find him. She owes me big time, let her do the heavy lifting for a change.”
“How many years have you held that grudge?” Barbara asked, eyebrows raised as she wheeled herself towards the bat computer. “Even Jason thinks you should have let it go by now.”
Marinette scoffed at the exact same time as a certain someone tutted next to her, making them look for a moment like a perfect pair.
Crossed arms, a scoff, annoyed glare? If a DNA test hadn’t already proven otherwise, they might have thought Damian was hers.
“Fetuses don’t get to judge me,” was her only argument before she turned on her heel and walked away.
“I am not a fetus! Lady Marinette, I am ten years old!”
—*—*—*—*—*
Bonus:
Jason was curled up around Marinette, despite being told numerous times not to crowd her on the med-bay bed. He argued that he shot her, so he gets to nurse her back to health.
Did she use her blood, tainted by years of use of the Ladybug, to purify his pit madness? Yes. Had he figured that out yet? Nope.
“Love you, Mom,” he murmured in his sleep. Marinette, who had been awake for about an hour already, smiled to herself.
“Love you, Baobei.”
#maribat#mlb x dc#ml x dc#dc x mlb#dc x miraculous#platonic jasonette#platonic daminette#platonic timari#platonic dickinette#brucinette#idk what this is#enjoy anyway
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Wherefore Art Thou My(stery) Lady
When a failed attempt to let Chat Noir down easy ends with Ladybug learning his name, she does what any lovesick teenager would do: teases him mercilessly. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6
Chapter Seven (Final)
Adrien – Good morning. I love you.
After sending that message first thing every morning for a week, Adrien knew better than to expect an answer for another hour, probably two because it was a Saturday. No school to look forward to, but he did have a group brunch date. Nino and Alya had organized it and invited Adrien and Marinette along, and Adrien was left to wonder if that had been part of a plan to set the two of them up.
He took his time showering and getting ready. He knew it was silly, but he wanted to make sure he looked his best.
By the time he got back, Ladybug had sent him a text.
My Lady – Love you too. ❤️ Figure me out yet? Adrien – Actually, maybe. My Lady – Really?! Adrien – It's still just a theory, but I know how I'm going to test it later. My Lady – I look forward to it!
If he was right, she would. It involved a lot of sappy staring at Marinette.
Brunch wasn’t for another half hour, but he told Nathalie and the Gorilla to drop him off earlier than he needed to be there. It was something he often did, a way to get as much time out of the house as possible. They hadn't caught on yet. (Or if they had, they'd never said anything about it.)
The place they had chosen was small, but Alya swore they had the best pancakes this side of the Alps. Adrien planned on having everything with way too much syrup.
He found a good seat near the center of the room and texted Ladybug while he waited. Was she getting ready to come to the same spot? If she was, she gave no indication that she'd be seeing him later, just asked what his plans were for the day, as if she honestly had no idea. He leaned back in his chair as he waited for the others.
Waiters passed with steaming plates of eggs and croissants and coffee. People bustled in and out around him, saying good morning to friends, enjoying the weekend. Adrien hardly noticed any of them until one of them yanked the back of his chair, almost pulling him down.
“You gotta be careful, dude. You could fall if you lean too far.”
Chairs scraped on the hardwood floors as Nino and Alya took the seats opposite him. It made sense that they would sit together, but was part of the reason to force Marinette to take the seat next to him?
“Lean over a little bit in that chair, Nino.” Adrien reached across the table to grab his hat, but Nino jerked out of the way. “Just so I know how far back I can go. That's all. I promise I won't knock you over.”
“You know, for some reason, I don't really trust you.”
“Marinette says she's coming.” Alya looked up from her phone.
“Did she sleep in or something?” Adrien asked. Knowing when she woke up would help him decide if he was right, though at this point he couldn't imagine how he could be wrong.
“No, she told me she's been awake for a while.”
One hour, he guessed, based on when she had started texting him back. He drummed his fingers, waiting for her to arrive. He needed to see Marinette. Once he saw her, he was sure he would be able to tell for certain.
Their server came a few minutes later, taking orders. Alya placed for Marinette after getting an assurance over text that she’d be there soon.
“She’s really excited about this,” Alya continued. “Like, texting me nonstop about it since she got up.”
“My condolences,” Nino said.
“Did she say what got her so excited?” Adrien asked.
“No,” Alya said, eyeing him. “Why? You think you know?”
Adrien just shrugged, pretending to look down to check his phone, though it was really to hide his face. Ladybug hadn’t sent him anything in ages, and the agonizing wait until he knew who she was was even more unbearable now that he had hope it was almost over.
Marinette came in, pulling out the seat next to his and scooting in until, probably on purpose, her knee brushed his.
“Good morning!” she said, face shining with excitement. She didn't look directly at him, letting him study her profile. The style of her hair was just right. Her freckles were the same. The curve of her lips. (He’d know those lips anywhere.) And he could see the corner of one blue eye. Exactly the right shade.
Marinette glanced over and caught him looking. The corner of her eye crinkled in amusement, then looked down as she slipped her phone into her coat pocket, her hand lingering out of view.
Adrien’s phone pinged with an incoming message. He looked at it reflexively as Marinette pulled her phone out again and laid it face up on the table in front of her.
“What's that, Adrien?” she asked. “Another text from your mysterious girlfriend?”
It was another picture of him, sent by Ladybug, taken just seconds ago. He whipped around while Nino and Alya laughed at him. People were coming in and out of the doorway, but no one that looked like her. He kept looking anyway because it kept him from looking at Marinette. It had been a picture of him and his friends at the table. Marinette had been sitting next to him when the picture had been sent. Ladybug couldn't have been her.
He'd been so certain... He'd been hoping it was her. He'd had such a streak of luck lately that he'd actually believed that he’d been fortunate enough to be partnered with Marinette. For a moment, he’d been able to believe that the two best girls he knew were one, and she loved him. Disappointment tasted terrible.
Ladybug probably wasn't going to be in the shot, but he held up his phone and took a picture anyway. He glumly turned back to the table and sent it.
Marinette's phone buzzed enthusiastically, and she swept it out of sight before Adrien could get a good look at it. All he caught was a glimpse of a room, filled with people and tables and an empty doorway.
“What?” Marinette asked when he turned to look at her. Alya and Nino both waited quietly for once, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them.
Pulling the picture Ladybug had just sent, Adrien looked over it carefully. He was sitting with his friends, but only two of them. Marinette's seat was still empty. The picture had been taken before she'd sat down. And really, there were hundreds of places to eat brunch in Paris. What were the chances Ladybug just happened to be going to the same one as him this morning?
Found you.
Adrien stared Marinette down. She stared back with the same practiced innocence Ladybug had given him a week ago when they'd first talked about the texting. There was no way they weren't the same person. Her mouth quirked the same way. Her eyes twinkled, whether in civilian clothes or in a red-spotted suit.
She was right. It was so obvious now that he knew what - who - he was looking at.
Marinette stayed silent through his whole examination, not raising a question until he pulled away and opened his texting app.
“What are you doing?” she asked. Her phone was face down on her lap.
Adrien – Hi
The buzz that Marinette's phone gave was much quieter, but he was still able to pick it out over the din of the crowd.
She clenched her hand around it but didn't look away from him.
Adrien – I Adrien – Love Adrien – You Adrien – My Adrien – Lady
With each message he sent, Marinette's phone buzzed again. The neutral look on her face started to crack.
“Aren't you going to answer those?”
“No.”
“Why not?” he asked, grinning. “They could be important. Could be from your boyfriend or something.”
“Seeing as I don't have a boyfriend, Adrien,” she put extra emphasis on his name, making sure he knew it was his fault that she didn't, “that would be kind of impossible.” She pressed the phone into her leg to muffle the vibrations.
“Maybe we can fix that?”
He held up his phone right to her face and snapped a picture.
Another photo message flashed across her screen, and Adrien could see how it lit up the cloth around it.
“Admit it,” he said. “I figured you out, My Lady.”
“You did, Kitten. Good job.” Marinette held out her phone to him. The screen was full of a picture of her face. Sender: Future Husband.
Nino was offering his congratulations. Alya was sighing dramatically and saying “finally!” over and over, but Adrien had all but tuned them out. Marinette was Ladybug. He knew who she was.
And he still couldn’t kiss her. Not the way he wanted to with their friends watching.
Instead, he grabbed her hand and slowly turned it palm down, placing a long, slow kiss on the back, a promise of things to come.
When he looked up, Marinette’s cheeks were tinged with pink, but she quirked her eyes with a questioning look. That’s it? she silently asked.
He winked at her, and her blush deepened. “Later,” he mouthed.
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“I have one question about all of this,” Adrien asked as they walked down the street. “What was the obvious hint that I missed? I know I talked to you a few times that day, and I can't figure out what it was. The offer of help?”
Nino and Alya had completely ditched them the moment brunch was over. Alya said normally they’d make up some excuse to manipulate them into being alone together. She’d paused dramatically to look at their intertwined hands before claiming she didn’t think she’d be needing schemes anymore, then told them to take advantage of the alone time. Adrien had promised her he would, all while Marinette sputtered in embarrassment.
“I made a cat pun,” she said. “A terrible, awful, bad cat pun. And I am ashamed.”
“What was it?”
“No way! I am not saying it again!” Her emphatic arm movements were hampered by his grip on her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Marinette.” He slowed, and pulled on her arm until she stood facing him. They’d started their relationship hidden from everyone, with secrets and texts and masks coming between them. Now they were in public, where anyone could see them. “Can I kiss you?”
“I think I’ve waited long enough,” she said, tilting her head and closing her eyes.
“You?”
Her eyes snapped back open, though her head remained at the perfect kissing angle. “Yes, me. I didn’t think it was going to take you that long. I was dying!”
He took a step back, grinning. “I’m not sure if I want to kiss you now after all. Middle of the sidewalk’s probably not the best place for–”
Marinette pulled him down and planted her mouth on his, and his teasing argument died. Adrien felt like he was melting, being molded into a shape that fit her better.
She pulled away too quickly, resting her forehead against his. People walked around them, just two regular teenagers kissing in public.
“Technically,” he said after catching his breath, “I think that was just you kissing me again.”
“You were kissing me back. It counts.”
“No.” He let go of her waist to cup her face. “This is me kissing you.” And he lowered himself to meet her.
The End
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If you’ve stuck around for the whole thing, thank you! If you’re interested, I’ve got over 70 other Miraculous stories of varying lengths for you to check out. And I’ve got a bunch more planned. Next up is a one-shot featuring half-reveal, pre-relationship Ladynoir, and an akuma whose power is to throw them into fanfiction tropes. Super fun! Plus a project that’s going to feature a lot of love square kisses! (Okay, well, actually two future projects fit that description, haha!) I hope you stick around! Thanks for reading and for all the comments!
I don't think I ever directly linked the artwork that goes along with this story, so here they are! Cover Ch 5 scene
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Mistletoes are stupid, Ch.2
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Now that I think about it it wasn‘t necessary to split this in two parts but oh well😂 Second part of my Secret Santa fic for @omnoramayday !!
Summary: An incident with a mistletoe makes Marinette leave the Christmas party at Adrien's house. She can find better ways to spend her night, for example delivering pizzas with her favorite pizza delivery person...
Sneaking back inside without being spotted by anyone had been easier than Marinette had anticipated. Adrien was enthralled by some story Nino was telling him and when Mylene had seen her, she did her best to distract Alya by dragging her to the buffet table. Marinette made a mental note to thank her for her service later.
Minutes later Ladybug flew over the rooftops of Paris, unphased by the cold due to the magic of her suit keeping her warm enough, looking out for akumas as she had promised. The city appeared to be safe for now, but even after she spotted Luka riding on his bike, several pizza boxes strapped onto the luggage rack, she suppressed the urge to immediately get to him and instead finished her patrol first.
That didn’t take her much longer and when she decided she was done, she returned to the area where Luka had been before. It sure had its perks that he was one of the few people who knew about her secret identity, because she could easily skip the usual detransforming in a nearby alley part and instead just land right next to his bike.
“Surprise!” Ladybug yelled.
“Wha—” Luka hit the brakes so hard that for a second she was afraid he’d fall over, but somehow he managed to keep his balance. Ladybug his her head between her shoulders. Maybe this wasn’t the best entrance she could’ve made. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Mar— Ladybug?” He turned around. “What in the world are you doing here?”
“I told you I had a surprise for you.” She grinned at him and threw her hands in the air. “You couldn’t bail on your job, so I bailed on the party to keep you company!”
Luka blinked at her several times, looking visibly confused. “You… left a party just to hang out with me? While I’m on the job?”
Ladybug shrugged and stepped closer to him. “I just thought you might appreciate some company. Delivering pizzas is probably more fun with a friend, right?”
Luka still seemed very perplexed by the situation, but something in his eyes shifted. They became softer, like he was genuinely touched. “You… god, Marinette, you didn’t have to…” He let out a chuckle, sounding a little overwhelmed.
This was probably the first time Ladybug saw Luka caught off guard like this, but she couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was. She stepped even closer to rub up and down his arm.
“Hey,” she gave him a warm smile. “I just want to be a good friend and look out for you. And also make you an offer you can’t possibly refuse.”
“Oh? And what would that be?” Luka raised an eyebrow.
“How about you forget about your bike and switch to a much more efficient means of travel? For example”—she pointed to herself—”a superhero escort?”
Luka’s smile turned into a wide grin and then laughter. “You really came all the way here to make me finish my job quicker? Oh, Mari— ah, Ladybug, you’re too sweet.”
“So that’s a yes?” She lifted her eyebrows and seconds later, the bike was leaning against a nearby wall, the pizzas in Luka’s left hand while he put his right arm around the superheroine.
“Ready for take-off!” She chimed as they were pulled up in the air by Ladybug’s magical yoyo.
Their tactic was simple: Luka told her the address, she’d land somewhere near the house to put him down and let him walk over to the door without her being seen. After the delivery, she’d grab him again and leap off to the next house.
“I gotta say,” Luka said in between the 6th and 7th pizza, “on top of this being way faster than my bike, we can huddle for warmth and keep each other from freezing!”
Lucky for Ladybug he didn't look at her face to notice her hot cheeks, which must’ve matched the red from her suit.
After all the pizzas have been delivered, Ladybug landed in the same spot where they had left Luka’s bike earlier and sat him down before saying her detransformation phrase and feeling the pink light washing over her as she turned back to Marinette.
“We’ve finished all the deliveries in under five minutes!” Luka exclaimed as he checked the time on his phone. “You can’t lend me Sass for my next shift by any chance?” he joked.
“That’s enough using miraculouses for reasons other than fighting akumatized villains!” Tikki puffed her cheeks while Marinette and Luka both laughed and poked the kwami.
“Don’t worry, nobody will use miraculouses for delivery jobs anymore,” Marinette reassured her little friend, whom she handed a macaron in order to recharge. Tikki immediately let go of her worries and made herself comfortable in Marinette’s bad munching on the cookie.
“So,” Marinette looked up at Luka and grinned. “How does it feel being a man free of responsibilities?”
Luka laughed again. “Honestly, I can’t complain. Seriously, thank you so much for helping me with this. You didn’t have to do this at all and I appreciate that a ton that you did anyway.”
He promptly pulled her into a tight embrace and tucked her head below his. Which Marinette appreciated, because other than her enjoying being so close to him, he wouldn’t be able to see her blush.
“It was nothing.”
“You’re being too generous,” Luka whispered. “You have no idea how grateful I am for you showing up.” He let go of her and took a step back in order to look at her face. “How can I make this up to you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, you don’t have—”
“But I want to!” Luka interrupted and put a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. “You completely went out of your way to find me and help me deliver pizzas in the cold even though you could’ve spent all night at the Agreste mansion where it’s warm and there’s food and good music. You always were the most selfless person and still, you outdo yourself every time and I find that so amazing about you. You’re truly amazing.”
Marinette’s smile turned into a grin so wide her face hurt and on instinct, she pressed her face against his shoulder. “You’re being too nice to me, Luka…”
“You’re one to talk,” he chuckled and laid a hand on top of her head to gently stroke her hair. If she were Lady Noire, she’d start purring right now. Without thinking too much about it she carefully raised her arms and wrapped them around his torso and huddled closer to him. They must’ve looked like a couple if anyone saw them, but she didn’t mind one bit. And judging by how Luka didn’t move away but instead rested his other arm on her shoulder, he maybe didn’t mind it either.
Her heart thundered in her chest, but despite that she felt at ease. Luka was the only one who hit that balance between the anxiety of having a crush and the comfort of a loved one.
“So… how can I repay the favor? Do you have something in mind?”
We could just stay like this.
“I can bike us to Adrien’s house and I’d still get to be at the party.”
Marinette froze. She had completely forgotten about the party, but at the mention of it she was reminded of the anxiety she had felt after the mistletoe incident. Oh no, she absolutely didn’t want to go back.
But on the other hand, she couldn't keep Luka from going if he wanted. That wouldn’t be fair to him.
She slightly pushed herself away from Luka. “I guess we can go back to the party. But…. uhm… okay, I thought of something. What if we make a stop at the Christmas market and you buy me hot chocolate?”
That seemed like a fair compromise. They could still hang out for a little while, just the two of them, kind of like a date, before they’d go back.
Luka tilted his head slightly and for a second she was afraid he’d ask any further questions, but then he just gave her a kind smile.
“Sure, let’s get some hot chocolate to warm us up.”
The bike ride to the Christmas market was rather quiet. Neither spoke much, Marinette just pressed herself against his back and enjoyed how close they were once again. The market was less full than Marinette had anticipated, which was honestly nice, because they didn’t have to wait long for their hot chocolates.
They walked around a little and enjoyed the decorations before sitting down on a bench sipping their drinks.
“It was a nice idea coming here.” Luka commented after a while. “I haven’t had time this December to go to the Christmas market at all.”
“Guess I made a good call then,” Marinette replied. They fell into conversation easily, talking about everything and nothing for a while.
At some point, little snowflakes were starting to descend to the ground.
“Oh, it’s snowing!” Marinette chimed. She looked around as the world around them slowly turned white. But when she looked back at Luka, who had little snowflakes hanging in his bangs making him look even prettier than he already was, he didn’t seem to listen to her. His gaze was fixated on something above them and when she followed his gaze her blood ran cold.
Just above their heads, a small mistletoe was proudly hanging from the tree.
Oh for fucks sake, how did she not notice this stupid thing earlier? Couldn’t they have sat on literally any other bench?
She looked back at Luka, who was staring back at her and even though Marinette’s heart made several excited jumps at the idea of kissing Luka, she didn’t want this. Not like this.
After a silence that started to stretch out for way too long, Marinette was the first to open her mouth. “Uhm… so—”
“We don’t have to,” Luka suddenly blurted out, then turned away and pressed his lips against his fist as if he regretted what he had just said.
Marinette felt a weird mix of hurt and relief. “Oh…”
“Sorry, that came out weird.” Luka shook his head. “Just… you looked a little horrified just now, so—”
“It’s not what you think, it’s just…I lied to you, something did happen at the party.”
Luka blinked at her and she couldn’t stop the words from coming out.
“I didn’t just come to you to help you out, primarily I just wanted to desperately leave the party because of that stupid mistletoe that Alya placed there and then I was suddenly standing below it with Adrien of all people. It was most likely a scheme to get us back together, and it was so awkward—not that it would’ve been any less awkward with anyone else but still—and I panicked and pushed him and ran out into the garden and then I called you but I didn’t tell you because I felt stupid and—”
“Hey, hey, hey” he gently laid a hand on her shoulder. “Slow down and breathe, will you?”
He slowly moved his hand up and down, breathing together with her. It helped her calm down.
“So if I get this right, you left the party because you were trying to avoid Alya or Adrien again after this mistletoe situation?”
Marinette sighed. “I stood around outside for an eternity—without a jacket I might add. Please don’t scold me for that, Mylene and Tikki already did.”
Luka shook his head. “Okay, I won’t.”
“And then I thought I’d feel better if I called you and it worked. I didn’t plan to leave the party early, I thought maybe I’d calm down and then confront Alya and solve the issue by communicating with her, but… I left. Like a coward.”
“You’re not a coward,” Luka argued. “It’s completely understandable you’d want space from her afterwards. If she ruined the party for you like that, you have no obligation to stay. Or go back there for that matter.”
Marinette sighed. “But don’t you want to go?”
Luka shrugged. “I mean, I would’ve loved to be there, but… I don’t think I’d have a good time knowing that you’re uncomfortable there. Besides, it's only a matter of time before Adrien invites us over again, missing one party isn’t the end of the world.”
“Ugh, I’m frustrated with him as well.” Marinette crossed her arms before her chest. “I saw he wasn’t into it either, but he still didn’t protest. He just told me that we should get this done with.”
“Why does that not surprise me?” Luka commented. “Looks like he still has a hard time standing up for himself.”
“Yeah, and that just added pressure for me.”
"I had a feeling something was up when you called me earlier. You could’ve told me about it, you could never bother me with your problems. I’m a good listener and I’d do anything to cheer you up.”
“I know,” Marinette gave him a smile and poked his side. “I appreciate that you’re always there for me. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything."
“Don’t apologize.” He stroked her hair again. Marinette could get used to this.
“It’s just… so stupid, you know? The whole tradition with the mistletoe in general. It’s just forcing two people to do something sort of intimate and special with each other, even if they might not want to. I don’t want to kiss Adrien because some stupid twigs said so. And it’s the same thing with you, I’d hate a forced kiss like that. I want you to kiss me because you want to kiss me and not because some ridiculous Christmas tradition told you to!”
Luka stared at her for a few seconds. The christmas lights reflected in his eyes and it looked like his cheeks were dusted with a subtle blush, which might’ve been because of the cold, but Marinette was pretty sure it wasn’t there before.
“So just so I get this right”—Luka scratched the back of his head—“You… want me to kiss you?”
Now it was Marinette’s turn to stare. She hadn’t… wait, she had said that . She had literally admitted that she wants Luka to kiss her!
Despite the cold, her cheeks were burning. “Oh, uh… I did say that, didn’t I?” she let out an awkward laugh and scratched her neck. “W-well, I… would you want to… kiss me?”
When she slowly looked up at him again, she was met with his beautiful eyes staring at her with so much adoration and maybe even longing. “Marinette, you’re the song in my head that plays on repeat, the clearest musical note, the sincerest melody. You have been that since day one, and you still are.” He carefully took her hands in his. “Those feelings never went away, and I don’t think they ever will. So yes, I would love to kiss you. If that’s truly what you want?”
Marinette held her breath and closed her eyes shut. “I want that.”
His lips tasted like hot chocolate when they carefully brushed against each other, and hers probably did as well. His breath felt hot against her face and despite the cold, her entire body felt like it was on fire. Careful hands cradled her cheeks and she grabbed his scarf to keep him close to her.
The kiss was sweet, full of feeling and when she pulled away he chased her lips for a fleeing second before his eyes fluttered open again. They held each other’s gazes for a few seconds before chuckling awkwardly.
“So… you said something about repaying me earlier? I have another idea how you can do that.”
“And what would that be?”
Instead of answering, she leaned in a second time, now with more confidence. Luka gently kissed her back with just as much confidence. They embraced each other tighter and when they pulled away again, Marinette saw the Christmas lights reflecting in Luka’s eyes like stars. His cheeks were red, whether due to the cold or the kiss she wasn’t sure, but the way he looked at her with so much adoration made her whole body feel weak. Her lips curled into a smile so big her face hurt.
“You have some more repaying to do.”
“You can just say you like kissing me.” Luka playfully rolled his eyes. “But I’ll admit, the feeling is mutual.”
Marinette leaned in a few more times, holding Luka's face with both her hands to keep him there. Kissing him was like heaven and she never wanted to stop doing it.
“You like kissing me that much?” Luka asked in between kisses, sounding a little cocky. Marinette grinned.
“No, it’s just your face is really warm,” she said sarcastically, causing them both to laugh.
“That’s mean,” he replied. “But… let’s say we moved somewhere warmer, like the house boat for example, and then we’ll have warm faces outside of kissing. Would you still want more kisses in that case?”
Marinette shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”
As soon as they reached the empty house boat, neither wasted any time. They made themselves comfortable on the couch and soon found themselves in a lazy make out session, forgetting the world around them.
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