#and marinette is just sitting there watching them

[justaz]

ballerina marinette lives rent free in my head

[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 1-Fae

Sorry about the late start. As I explained before, I wasn't sure if I reread my own work too much or it was inspired and I didn't save anything. I tried looking for the fic here and on Ao3 and between work and errands, I couldn't find it.....so I gave up. I deleted the other one and started over. I didn't want to post anything until the the first one was redone. All the others should be coming out soon and on schedule.

Mar'i Grayson had a fascination with her Uncle Damian's girlfriend, Marinette. From the first time she saw her; she loved her. Damian had immediatley been called her 'Favorite Uncle'. He wore the title proudly, even though he had no clue as to why he had suddenly become the favorite. All he knew was it pissed of his older brothers.

"You brought the fairy!" Mar'i shouted, spotting Marinette at Wayne Manor.

It never failed to make Marinette giggle. Mar'i grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the sitting room. She quickly brought out her coloring books and asked her to color and draw with her. Damian sighed, as yet another date had gone wrong. He had wanted to show her his latest painting.

'Seems it will have to wait, yet again.'

"If you don't mind me asking," Dick started, "why is it funny when my daughter calls you fairy?'

"Oh, I don't think of it as an insult or anything." Marinette quickly expressed, "I find it funny because she and my Nona must know something I don’t. My Nona calls me her 'Little Fairy'."

"Mar'i, believe she is a fairy. Why" Starfire asked her daughter.

Little Mar'i smiled, "Uncle Damian brought her to life!"

'Huh?'

'What?'

'Brought me/her to life?'

The Waynes looked to Damian, who seemed just as confused by that statement.

"I swear if you guys did something and she saw!" Dick growled out.

Marinette turned bright red and squeaked out, "We've only kissed."

"True loves kiss!" Mar'i exclaimed.

Dick and the other looked at the couple, wondering how far that kiss went. Marinette hid in her hand and Damian wasn't fairing that much better. He was disappointed in his lack of planning. He was out of smoke bombs that would help them disappear from the moment, altogether.

Realizing the adults were still confused and getting upset, she ran out of the room.

"Be right back!" she cried out.

When she returned, the half-Tamaranean proudly showed a game box to them.

She shoved it in Marinette's face shouting, "It's you!"

Marinette leaned back and saw the game was titled 'Faefarm'. On the cover as a fae with side swept bangs and pigtails dressed in purple. She could easily see why the five year old thought it was her. She had moved away from her pink capri and switched more to a purple once she moved to Gotham. Bruce had warned her about standing out.

Damian smirked, "I guess I did find a Fae."

The Wayne family began to laugh.

"Don't worry, Marinette." Dick chuckled, "We'll keep your secret."

"Can I see your wings?" Mar'i asked, before flying around the room.

The room froze, waiting Damian's girlfriend's response. They hadn't told her about their nightlife and about Mar'i being half-Tamaranean.

"Sure." Marinette smiled.

'Huh?'

"Let's go outside, though." Marinette continued.

Confused, they followed the girls outside. Once outside, Marinette turned and faced them. They glanced at Damian and he didn't seem worried or concerned. If anything it seemed like he knew what was going to happen.

'What is she thinking?'

'Mar'i will notice if Jon or Star lift her up.'

They watched as she took a small purple macaron and threw it up in the air.

'What?'

"Astro Tikki, Spots On!" She shouted.

They closed their eyes to the bright red glow. When they opened them, they saw Ladybug with blue wings and a face mask. Marinette jumped up and hovered in the air.

"Let's go." Ladybug smiled, holding out her hand to little Mar'i.

Mar'i grabbed her hand and they flew up into the sky. Starfire flew up with them, leaving the Wayne boys confused. After shaking off their confusion, they turned to the youngest for answers.

"How?" Jason questioned.

Damian shrugged, "She figured us all out in a week after we met."

"How?" pressed Tim.

It had taken him months to figure out that Dick was Robin. He had chased them getting any picture he could and piecing the clues together. How had Marinette done it in a week?

"She designs for a living." Damian stated, like it should have given them all the answers, "Why do you think your clothes always fit so well?'

"Alfred could have told her!" Dick shouted.

"When was the last time you were measured by Alfred?" the youngest pushed back.

The boys tried to remember, but found they couldn't. Alfred knowing their measurements was a mystery as old as time. He always knew everything.

"Marinette has been our designer for three years now and she hasn't measured any of us, since her first day." Damian explained.

"Damn." Jason whispered.

"Uh, so, will we see her on patrol more often?" Dick questioned.

"Was she keeping out of sight all this time and you knew?" Tim asked.

"She doesn't suit up unless there is an emergency; there has been none. She prefers to work on her business." Damian declared, "She will make me extra food, if I choose to go to her place after patrol."

Before they could ask more questions, the girls touched down.

"Spots off." Marinette whispered.

"That was fun!" Mar'i shouted, "Let's do it again!"

"Agreed." Starfire expressed, happily, "I rarely take her into space."

"Space?" Dick exclaimed.

"What did you think 'Astro' stood for?" Marinette asked, "We'll ask next time, if you prefer. Besides I would have to make another power up to do so."

Jason and Tim snickered. Damian walked up and put his arm around her waist.

"I believe it is time to take you home. I'm sure they will have trouble putting her down to sleep now." he spoke.

"Oops." Marinette whispered back, ashamed.

"What ingredients should we grab at the store on the way home?" the youngest asked, leading her to his car.

"Oh, there was this fusion recipe I have been meaning to try." she spoke, as he led her away, "It's a vegetarian red curry and dumpling soup."

"Curry and dumplings?" he questioned.

"It has your heritage and mine." she answered, blushing.

Damian seemed to grasp the idea and smiled, "It sounds lovely. We can try it together."

Marinette smiled brightly at her boyfriend as he opened the car door. Marinette got in and waved as he closed the door. Damian entered the driver's side and they left.

"Man, he really did find a Fae." Jason expressed, "She has him whipped."

"Fae don't-" Tim began.

"In the old stories, knowing ones name held power. The Fae had certain influence over people. hey could manipulate their fate or actions. It was like selling your soul." he explained.

"Well I think she's can keep him." Tim stated.

"Miss Marinette seems to be changing Master Damian for the better." Alfred announced, suddenly, throwing them off guard.

"Me too!" Smiled Mar'i.

"Miss Marinette left treats inside for dinner." Alfred spoke, getting his great-granddaughter's hand and leading her in, "She spoke of a special package for Mrs. and Miss Grayson. Something containing mustard."

"Yay!" they cried as they rushed in.

"Looks like she has power over all of us." Jason whispered.

Dick gasped, suddenly.

"What?" Tim questioned.

"She's the next Alfred." he explained.

The boys froze before lowering their heads.

'We're doomed.'

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[shysublimecoffee]

Marinette receiving the Ladybug mantle was an absolute mistake. I watched the special, and honestly, gurl is doing the most—and for what? A guy? One dude, and she’s ready to throw her common sense out the window. Like, how has Hawkmoth/Gabriel not used his own son more often as leverage against her by now? That’s villainy 101, and he’s just sitting on it. Like for the amount of times I've seen this show rag on ChatNoir because of his weakness in romance when that Ladybug biggest weakness not CN lol.

At this point, I don’t even care about what Marinette’s going through. Whatever emotional investment I had in her? Long gone. She’s out here spinning lies on top of lies, desperately trying to hold together her crumbling Adrien-obsessed empire, and for what? She lost. Game over.

Now, if this were a story about a girl slowly getting corrupted, spiraling into villainy, and intentionally written as a downfall arc? No problem. That would’ve been a compelling narrative with a real lesson for kids about the consequences of obsession and dishonesty. But nope, instead we’re stuck with this mess where her choices make it harder and harder to root for her.

Marinette's speech at the press conference—“Ladybug holds the truth, she holds the truth” —had me scratching my head cause it sound more like a villain then a hero. Like, did the writers forget she’s supposed to have hero-like qualities? She’s meant to be the messenger, the symbol of hope, the hero. But how often does she actually display that in her own show?

Lately, it feels like being Ladybug is more of an obligatory chore for her than something that brings her real joy or fulfillment. Isn’t the whole point of magical girls to inspire, to help others, and to grow through their journey? Where’s the sense of accomplishment, the spark, the joy of making a difference? It’s like they’ve stripped her of everything that should make her role uplifting and meaningful.

I've seen here and there about how MC was never meant to come off that way or the writers are trying to make her more complex or how dare you do you dislike complex female characters or the most used it was never her intention to come off that way it was a mistake.

I want you to picture this without the music just dialogue cause i'm going to be clearcut about this.

Ladybug went to an orphaned, grieving child—one who had been locked away in solitary confinement, surrounded by nothing but white walls and being sensory deprived—and lied to him about his father being a hero. Let that sink in. Gabriel, who systematically abused his own son, was painted as a noble martyr by Ladybug.

Adrien, a kid who was finally starting to question his father’s authority, even beginning to tear down the oppressive image of the man who controlled and hurt him, is now trapped in an even tighter mental cage. After all, if Paris sees his father as a hero, a savior, how could he possibly feel justified in blaming or resenting the man? Gabriel is now a martyr in the eyes of the world, and Adrien is left to wrestle with guilt and shame for ever having cruel thoughts about someone everyone else idolizes.

Ladybug’s decision to perpetuate this lie doesn’t just protect Gabriel’s image—it messes with Adrien’s already fragile mind. Instead of helping him heal or giving him the freedom to process the truth, she’s reinforced the very chains Gabriel used to control him. It’s not heroic; it’s delusional and harmful, all in the name of preserving some twisted version of peace in her head.

You want me to feel pity for a girl who I'm sorry if I sound harsh to yall at the end of the day just want to keep the peace to fill her delusions that everything is going to work out in her part at the end when really she's just the worst type of coward there is when it comes to confrontations lmao. Accountability? She avoids them like they’re some kind of plague. It’s almost impressive how someone can masquerade as a hero while being utterly incapable of facing the hard truths. Lmao, sure, let’s all pity her.

Honestly, in the earlier seasons, at least Marinette seemed to feel bad about her mistakes. Now? She’s only gotten worse. I headcanon that receiving the Ladybug mantle or becoming the Guardian inflated her ego, giving her a power trip. With no proper mentor to hold her accountable and everyone automatically deferring to her leadership, who’s left to challenge her? Well maybe CN if he has the guts to do so but he'd rather cower into his shell lol.

In hindsight, I don’t think Marinette should’ve become Ladybug—not because she lacks the capability, but because the role itself seems to have worsened her as a person. Instead of growing into the hero I though she was meant to be, she’s devolved, losing some of the humility and self-awareness she had at the start of the series.

Let’s be real—we’re in Season 6 now, and we all know the writers aren’t going to make Marinette face any real consequences. The whole universe bends over backward to accommodate her. If you’ve seen Season 5, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

That said, I’ll give credit where it’s due: the special was fun. Yes, despite all my ranting, I actually enjoyed it because it was funny in its own way.

At this point, though, I’m only sticking around for Adrien and Lila. Honestly? I’m rooting for Lila to be the one to drop the truth bomb and expose everything. It would be chef’s kiss poetic if she ended up being the one to set things straight. Lmao.

P.s For anyone who thinks there is a dilemma to be had about the whole thing its really not lol rip the bandaid off.

It reeks of a megalomaniac in the making, making her come off like a gaslighting psychopath. Ironically, it reminds me of Gabriel—especially with the way he used similar wording. Honestly, are we sure Marinette isn’t Gabriel’s true daughter? Because the parallels are man.

I’m genuinely angry that she is the one everyone feels sorry for, and it’s only because the show is stuck in her perspective. If we spent even a fraction of the screen time on Adrien’s pain, it would make for a far more compelling story. It’s infuriating. Marinette isn’t some helpless sheep/damsel victim here—no one forced her into this role at gunpoint. She made her choices, knowingly and willingly. How dare she act like the weight of the world was thrust upon her without her consent? When she very much messed with a grieving kid here?

And yet, Adrien’s pain—real, tangible, and far more tragic—is constantly sidelined. He’s an orphan, being lied to by nearly everyone around him, adults and teens alike, and his suffering is treated as a subplot to Marinette’s endless drama. Why should the audience feel more for her than for the boy who’s lost everything? Why is his pain has to be centered to her??

This isn't a small mistake this has far reaching consequences if the show had the balls to do it to lie to the entire world over a man who terrorized on people fear.

If Adrien ever became a villain, I wouldn’t blame him. In fact, I’d understand and give him the free ticket to go ahead and cataclysm and burned the world .

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

I was watching 'Revelation' and I noticed something interesting

If you look closer at Adrien's lunch tray, you can see something very peculiar included in his meal choices

There's a whole large stack of camembert just sitting there on his tray, just out in the open for his friends to see, and being as how it has been inferred that Adrien doesn't like Camembert, this must be so confusing for them to watch.

Just imagine the bewildered and baffled faces of Marinette, Nino, and Alya as Adrien piles on the cheese onto his platter, only for him not to touch it and then surreptitiously toss it all into his backpack.

[fanfic-recs-01]

Miraculous LadyBug Fics

This is a list of Miraculous Ladybug fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

I have a separate list for Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Damian Wayne Fics Here: Part 1 Part 2

Updated 11/2/24

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Felix Graham De Vanily

Hey, Little Songbird by charlietheepic7 *Finished*

~Really, Felix couldn't believe his cousin sometimes. Marinette was talented, beautiful, kind, and had a crush on Adrien bigger than the mansion, yet Adrien was blind to the treasure right in front of him. "Just a friend," indeed.

Well, if Adrien wasn't going to do anything, it wouldn't matter if Felix... snatched her up?~

Welcome To The Back by Geeeny *Finished*

~Marinette Dupain-Cheng sits alone in the back. Until she doesn't.~

birds of a feather by WithLovePoohBear *Finished*

~When Mme Bustier’s class gets a new student, Marinette might just finally find true friends who love and support her for who she is.

But more accurately, she finds her home.~

Pen Pals by That_Kwami_plagg  *Finished*

~Marinette and Felix have been Pen Pals for two years. She tells him everything. All of the abuse, lies and manipulations. He became her sanctuary, and her his. What happens when Felix moves to France? Can he help her through her struggles, or will he be another victim of Lila?~

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Tim Drake

Tiny Tim by LeoLeonte *Finished*

~Tim leaned back on the chair. Disrespect was a common occurrence at the meetings he attended but usually people were far more subtle about it.

In which sleep deprivation makes people do, and say stupid things.~

The Contingency by AbyssalGuardian *Finished*

~After Marinette loses the support of her parents she decides that it’s time for her to enact one of her contingency plans and disappear.

Where better to disappear than Gotham?~

coup de foudre (came with a lightning bug) by newdog14 *Finished*

~“So unfortunately I’m being forced to turn in my resignation without having a replacement trained just yet,” Marinette said, looking genuinely regretful.

“Marry me!” Tim blurted out, and Marinette blinked at him in shock~.

Damsel in Distress by Izanae *Finished*

~All Marinette wanted to do was check out the competition.

Instead, she finds herself at the mercy of a Rogue - and a certain Red bird.~

Misc.

No Hesitation by orphan_account *Finished*

~Marinette could never have foreseen just how quickly Lila's plan would work - but now a new school year has begun and she has transferred to a new school that could support her fashion career far better than Dupont ever could.~

Accidentally on Purpose by LadyLiterature

~When Marinette had been chosen to intern with Monsieur Wayne’s PA, she hadn’t been expecting anything special. Sure, the Waynes were an odd breed and generally considered strange, but Marinette hadn’t actually expected to have much contact with them, if any at all.~

Multi-mouse will multi-wreck your shit by Assassinscred, Bloodhungrywolfpack *Finished*

~The whole world is watching the live stream as Multi-mouse's miraculous is ripped from her neck. They are all watching as the girl underneath is revealed. The super hero community, specifically the Bat clan, are stunned as she continues to fight, berating her foe the whole way.

With this new public knowledge, Batman once again reaches out to offer his assistance with the situation. Unlike a few years ago, this time Ladybug accepts.~

Siren Song by MelsCalamity *Unfinished*

~Or the story how Marinette Dupain-Cheng one night randomly woke up in Gotham City and suddenly got adopted by the Gotham City Sirens.~

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette didn't know Luka's friends very well despite the years of the two of them knowing each other, so she tried to balance keeping herself "outside" of their friendly bubble while also chiming in whenever she was asked a question directly. It helped that she had her sketchpad with her, so she could mindlessly draw when she wasn't part of the conversation.

It was going well until Claudine spoke up, not at her specifically but it definitely got her attention.

"Hey, anyone know if Luka likes someone?"

Marinette's head snapped up, suddenly very aware of everyone in the room. "W-what?"

Roche acknowledged her with a glance, then raised a brow at Claudine. "Did he do anything to make you think that?"

Mito, who had made himself comfortable sitting on the backrest of the couch, tilted his head at her as well. "Why ask?"

"I'm curious!" Claudine raised a finger. "And because it's a crime! When you hear an amazing song, don't you hate when you learn it's not a hit?"

Roche nodded, but Mito and Marinette remained perplexed.

"That's Luka," Claudine clarified, arms spread. "The guy's soft as a marshmallow and so nice, but he's not dating anyone and can't hold a relationship to save his life!"

That, Marinette could understand. The whole being an adult thing had meant that they'd had to spend so much time getting their lives together, so she'd tried to ignore the pang in her chest when they met back up again, so certain that he would've been dating by then, but nothing. Luka always had so much love in his heart that it seemed like a shame that no one was on the receiving end of it.

Wait—

"Can't hold a relationship?" she repeated. "So he's been on dates?"

Roche answered rather than Claudine, "A few, when they ask."

They. So it wasn't Luka initiating, apparently. It was an oddly relieving feeling.

Claudine nodded at Roche. "And it usually ends after one or two dates."

"Isn't that because he's not interested?" Marinette figured.

"But he always lets them decide if they go on another, and you know how he is," Claudine argued. "He's a sweetheart. I bet he tends to their every need, shows them a good time... why wouldn't they follow up if they felt like they had a chance?"

"Hmmm," Mito hummed, tipping a hat he didn't have and miming smoking from a pipe. "A mystery."

"He might not be good at romance after all?" Roche suggested as an alternative theory. "He just seems like it."

Marinette raised a hand, adding on, "It doesn't sound very Luka to go on dates if he already likes someone."

"Maybe he wants to get over them?" Claudine shrugged. "Could be any reason."

"Who'd reject Luka?" Marinette countered. "Unless he never confessed?"

Mito adjusted his imaginary hat. "You know what they say: love is mute."

"That's—" Roche shook his head, deciding not to bother correcting him.

Marinette considered the information presented to her. The idea that Luka was in love with someone without her knowing sounded ridiculous, because while she'd been away from him for a while, he could've found time to say something to her if the crush had happened before then.

He could've brought it up when they'd watch romance movies together, like when they pressed against each other during one movie in particular where things were tense enough to feel like a horror movie. They'd turned to each other and pretended not to notice until the scene was over, so he could have made conversation then.

And he was so complimentary! He would call her "beautiful" when she was just in her pajamas, "cute" when all she'd done was make a little noise or wiggle excitedly, and constantly praised her intelligence. If he'd already been in love with someone, he would save such compliments for them, and what date of his would not ask for another one when he was like that?

It was as Mito said: a mystery, and one that was making her unconsciously draw Luka in her sketchpad, oops—

"Hey, I'm back," Luka called from the hallway, carrying a drink holder in his arm.

Marinette closed her sketchpad as casually yet quickly as possible, looking up at him with a beaming smile. "Oh! Hi!"

"Hey," he greeted, despite having already done so.

She bit her lower lip, eyeing Luka up and down. He was even more attractive than when they were teens and just as considerate, the size of drinks in the carrier varying depending on how much each person usually drank. She was so curious, wondering how such a man couldn't be dating anyone nor manage to keep his dates from coming back. She racked her brain, idly tapping on her sketchpad as she tried to figure out how she could resolve this for both her and his friends.

Then, something clicked, and the words came out before she could stop them.

"Luka, would you go on a test date with me?"

His smile faltered, shocked lips parting at the sudden request. She shifted anxiously in her seat while the eyes of his friends went to the both of them, and she wondered if it'd been too much. Was she so undateable that even calling it a test date was weird?

Luka's grip on the drink carrier unconsciously loosened. Mito, speeding off the couch towards him, ducked down and placed himself just under the nearly fallen carrier. Standing up fully, he took it from Luka by perfectly balancing it on his head, taking it back to the others so Roche could put it on the table.

The action made Luka move again, eyes darting over to his trio of friends. "What were you guys talking about?"

Marinette pushed herself up, leaving her sketches behind as she approached him. "We were wondering why you can't keep dates with anyone. I thought..." She blushed, gesturing between the two of them and already feeling silly. "If we went out on a date, I'd know?"

"Ah." He covered his mouth, making it harder to know exactly what was going on his head. She tried to peer into his eyes, but he evaded, staring off at a corner of the ceiling.

Were his cheeks pink? Was he thinking about his mystery crush just at the mention of a date? Was Claudine right?

Just as Marinette started to get worried, the hand on his chin lowered to reveal a lopsided smile. He made eye contact with her again, voice full of amusement. "We could do it, but I don't think you'd be able to tell."

She tilted her head at the emphasis, which implied that she specifically wouldn't be able to tell. Was it because she didn't know who he liked, or he thought she wasn't perceptive enough, or...

Eyes narrowing, she asked directly, "Is that a challenge?"

Luka went wide-eyed, his hand dropping from his chin and hovering awkwardly at chest level. Roche, Mito, and Claudine had already whipped out their drinks, sipping from them and huddled together as they watched the two intently.

"What?" Luka blinked helplessly. "No—"

"I accept." Marinette straightened, poking him in the chest as her competitive side came out front and center. "I'm going to figure you out. Looking forward to our date, Luka Couffaine."

With a huff, she turned back around and went to her seat, plopping down and reopening her sketchpad. She blushed seeing the sketch she'd just drawn of him, then hurriedly flipped to another page and started drawing something else.

She could handle this, she thought. Worst case scenario, she'd still get a date with her multi-year one-sided crush.

[imthepunchlord]

It's really funny how despite the things he did in his debut appearence, people were saying that Felix was better than Adrien because "the show never tried to justify what he did", and then comes Season 5 to say "Nope, every bad thing he did was ok! He's actually a good guy!"

I'm not sure you want to come to me about Felix being problematic then made good as I am one of those who really like Felix far more than Adrien, this including PV and canon's initial intro of him. There are definite issues of s4 finale and s5 and how they handled Felix, but I do still like him far more than Adrien, and I do still think he's a better lead option.

Keeping the topic on canon, Felix for the first few eps, based on what I heard, was doing everything that I've been wanting.

Adrien and Gabriel, who for some reason, are just unconditionally liked by characters? No one dislikes them at all?

Well in comes Felix who dislikes them both.

Adrien's been long due to have some sort of adversary, especially with Marinette technically getting 3 from Chloe, Lila, and sort of Kagami who was occasionally antagonistic to her. But Adrien never got one. Not even in Luka who isn't even an actual rival to him given Adrien had no romantic interest in Marinette.

So Felix came in and hit that want. Shame it didn't stay.

Then I get to hear that Felix comes back, dislikes Chloe, and messes with her?

And then his, what, 3rd appearance, Felix discovers Gabriel is HM, and plots a heist against him. Boy is doing the job Adrien was supposed to do back in s2 when he discovered his father had a Miraculous related book, and did nothing.

If anything, the inclusion of Felix just confirmed to me that we got the lesser lead.

And base on what I hear, the s4 finale and onwards just ruins Felix but hey, by how ML is with it's inconsistency, those are details I can choose to dismiss/ignore. Especially as those can clash with initial intro, which wouldn't be the first time (like Kagami and Trixx are very different form their initial intros).

But yeah, I agree that he was better than Adrien. He actually does stuff vs Adrien who spends most seasons sitting in his room watching the news. Plus, Felix was openly and acknowledged as problematic in contrast to Adrien who does problematic things but it's not acknowledged to be.

But that is just me as I've been disapproving of Adrien since s2.

[flightfoot]

You know, I started watching Miraculous about a year ago, binged the whole thing pretty quickly. Didn't bat an eyelash when watching Chameleon (it was actually an episode that made me like Adrien -more- lol, dunno if that's weird or rare?). Maybe because I had the advantage of seeing 5 seasons all at once, but Lila never bothered me much because she just... didn't come across like much of an actual threat? Anyways, the idea of being upset with Alya... never once crossed my mind. Adrien is my favorite, and I had already heard some of the saltier takes about him when first getting into the show. Since I was a new viewer, I wasn't sure how much of the salt to take seriously? And was feeling kinda frustrated about it. So honestly, my first reaction to hearing about Alya salt was almost...relief? Because I thought that if the fandom was mad at -her- of all people, I could ignore most, if not all, of the salt as just...bad faith interpretations, people getting angry to be angry. I mean this as a compliment to Alya's character, if that makes sense? She's like, one of the characters least deserving of salt IMO. Anyways sorry if this is confusing or pointless because it's just my (maybe in the minority?) opinion. And I don't mean to invalidate how frustrating all the excessive Alya salt is. But I guess I wanted to bring a little Alya positivity.

I can see what you mean about actually being kind of relieved about the Alya salt, because it's so clearly a bad faith take that most of the rest of the stuff in its vicinity loses validity as well. So you don't feel guilty for not agreeing with the awful things people are saying about the characters you like, because their opinions are bogus.

And yeah, honestly, Chameleon is actually a really GOOD showing from Adrien, when looking at what he actually knows. Seriously, this sweet boy:

Offers to change seats with Marinette so he gets sent to the back of the class instead of her.

Tries to talk Lila into stopping lying by just kindly telling her that she doesn't need to lie to make people like her, but that continuing to lie will turn people against her, and requesting that she not lie to him again.

Adrien advising Marinette against trying to continue to expose Lila. His presumption that she was just a lonely girl lying for attention was wrong but honestly his advice was pretty sound, especially since Marinette's attempts to expose Lila were just backfiring. And his statement about how making a bad guy suffer has never turned them into a good guy had a fair point to it. I have a feeling that Adrien doesn't approve of prison systems, considering that line.

I love that Adrien did, in fact, go back to sit with Marinette during the next class period so she wouldn't feel so isolated. He can't make Lila into a better person, but he can make her effects on Marinette less bad.

Like. Based off of what he knew and believed at the time, he conducted himself amazingly well. It's not like he could have reasonably anticipated how batshit whatever's going on with Lila is.

[miraculousystuff]

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Adrien was having a good day. It was relatively stress free, as Lila was ‘doing charity work with Prince Ali’, meaning she couldn’t come to school. She still had modeling with him, unfortunately, but his father had allowed him to bring his closest friend. Marinette! As he was walking with Marinette, she asked him about everything. She used to stutter all the time around him, but now she didn’t, but he didn’t know why. It was clear that Marinette was in awe of everything, and if he had thought that she had never been to a photoshoot, he certainly knew now. She smiled at her adorable curiosity, and he could have sworn he heard Plagg say “Just a friend, hey?”. 

Marinette noticed his staring and giggled. “As you can guess, I have never been to a photoshoot before.” Marinette smiled, and sat down next to him. Adrien could feel her excitement. It was so adorable. The moment was ruined, however, when a screeching voice came into play. “Adrien! Hi! I just arrived from charity work!” Lila yelled. Adrien looked up and rolled his eyes, while Marinette snapped her head towards the voice so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash. As Lila drew closer, Adrien had to restrain himself from moving back. It seemed that Mari noticed his uncomfort, because she leaned in and whispered. “It’s ok, just ignore her.” Then she began a conversation with him about Ladybug, knowing it would comfort him. Finally Lila reached them. 

“EXCUSE ME! WHY IS MARINETTE SITTING IN MY SEAT!” Lila shouted, sounding aghast,  mood changing completely. Adrien was this close from strangling her when Marinette spoke up. “Actually this is my seat. I got exclusive permission from Gabriel Agreste, so you can stand or sit on the floor. I really don’t care.” she said cooly, and went back to talking to Adrien, who soon became comfortable with the conversation. Lila, albeit dumbfounded, was persistent. It seemed she had a change in tactic, because then her entire demeanor changed as she started loudly so everyone could hear. “Ooh, are you talking about Ladybug! Yeah, I just had a picnic with her last Saturday and-” she was cut off by a rather bored Marinette “Wrong. She was out of town on Saturday. That’s why she used the horse miraculous to teleport back and forth.” she said lazily, as if Lila truly wasn’t worth the time of day. Adrien was in awe. Marinette’s version of the high road is better than his.  Lila, on the other hand, was furious, but couldn’t do anything because of the numerous staff watching her for her rather loud boast about her connection with Ladybug.

The entire solo photos, Adrien was thinking about that conversation. More importantly, the Marinette part of the conversation. Or, to sum it all up, Marinette. He watched with a genuine smile as Marinette sketched some designs, clearly inputting some knowledge she was learning from one of their head photographers, Claire, who she was currently talking to. It seemed that Claire was enjoying it too, telling so many details about how if you put a collar a certain way, it would look better in and out of photos. As the filming came to an end, Claire noticed the dopey grin on his face and whispered to Adrien “You like her!” Blushing profusely, Adrien responded with his just a friend crap, to which Claire rolled her eyes, but didn’t push it. 

“Either way, she is an absolute gem. And beautiful too. She could be a model. She’s perfect, and definitely better than Rossi. I don’t know what Gabriel see’s in her.” Claire smiled, before walking away. Adrien was in shock. Claire was one of the heads for a reason. She had a particular talent for choosing amazing models, and to hear that not only was Lila a bad model, Marinette would be perfect? Well that certainly puts things into perspective. Needless to say, Adrien’s constant daydreaming about Marinette continued, if not more so. “You’re thinking about Marinette aren’t you?” Plagg interrupted, almost bored at blondie’s sheer obliviousness. “How did you know?” Adrien said, shocked. “Well the dopey grin, the lovesick eyes, the sparkly thoughts-” Plagg smirked.

Before Adrien could respond however, it was time for the double shoots. Ugh. He walked in. “Romance! Summer Romance! That is what Parisians want!” Vincent bellowed cheerfully. Immediately, Lila clung to him and smiled sparkly as her death grip left marks. And it hurts. Through a grimace, Adrien forced out a smile, stringing along with Lila. But even that worm under the rock could tell that the photos were terrible. “No, no, no, no, NO! Zis is not right! Your mama brings you spaghetti not leftover, moldy cheese! That smile is not in love! It is fake! You know what, take 5 minutes, while I sort this mess out.” Vincent groaned as Adrien practically ran towards Marinette, who greeted him with her ever-so vibrant smile. He waved, but immediately her smile turned into concern as she noticed the bruises on his arm, and immediately got the first aid kit.

“Oh my god Adrien what happened to you!” she stressed, as she quickly rubbed some Dettol on it. It stung a little, and he hissed, but before Adrien knew it, the pain was gone and his dopey grin was back. And unfortunately or fortunately, depending on the perspective of whom you choose, Vincent noticed. “Oh my goffings! That smile! Zat is ze smile zat we want! This girl! She iz beautiful! Claire! She is perfect!” Vincent gushed. Lila, however, was not happy. “Excuse me! I am beautiful! Not Mari-trash! The audacity! I can get you fired!” Lila shrieked. Vincent rolled his eyes, and turned to Marinette again. “Oh please model for me! Please! I need you!” he pleaded to an incredibly shocked Marinette. But she took one look at Adrien’s pleading eyes, and didn’t even HESITATE to agree. “Sure!” Marinette said enthusiastically, much to Lila’s extreme displeasure.

“Yes!” Vincent cheered, but Lila was having none of it. “HOW DARE YOU LET MARITRASH DO THE PHOTOSHOOT! SHE IS UGLY! NONE OF HER FRIENDS LIKE HER! SHE HAS ALL THESE FAKE CONNECTIONS, YET SHE CALLS ME OUT ON MY LIES! LIKE IT’S MY FAULT THAT HER FRIENDS ARE IDIOTS! I WARNED YOU IN THE BATHROOM DUPAIN-CHENG! NOW YOU’LL PAY FOR STEALING MY JOB AND MY ADRIEN!” she lashed out at Marinette, about to punch her, when Mari caught her hand, then judo-flipped her so she landed on the floor. Lila, still throwing a tantrum, yelled indignantly. “ASSAULT!” she yelled, but no-one cared. “And done.” Claire smirked, as she played back the video of her confession. Lila went dead silent as she realized all her lies were about to come crumbling down. So she chose the easy way out. A threat.

“No! I WILL GET YOU FIRED IF YOU SHOW THAT VIDEO TO ANYONE, OR IF YOU LET MARINETTE DO THE SHOOT!” Lila screamed, but it had no effect. Eventually, Claire called security and she was kicked out. The video was sent to the class. They almost freaking flew to the park, about to literally murder her. Alya was so red and Marinette could literally see the steam coming out of Alya’s ears. Kim and Alix looked ready to beat her up, and even Mylene looked somewhat scary. They turned on Lila immediately, and apologized profusely, but Marinette forgave them easily. Adrien however, was not happy. “What did she mean she ‘warned’ you in the bathroom?” Adrien said, his voice so dangerously low that even Plagg was impressed. Marinette gave a squeak of surprise.

“Oh umm, I have to go, teach my umm fish to swim!” Marinette said twisting her ribbons and hurried away, but before she could get more than two steps away, Adrien grabbed her hand and pulled her back, making her turn towards him and making the ribbons fall out all together. His breath was temporarily taken away as Marinette’s hair fell loosley down to her shoulders. But he went back on task immediately. “What did Lila do to you Marinette?” he asked, and Marinette blushed. “Oh umm, I was about to trip and fall over a puddle of water and then she warned me and then now she thinks I owe her?” she said. Marinette knew it was a pathetic excuse and so did Adrien. He gave a scoff of disbelief. “Lila doesn’t HELP people Marinette. Tell me the truth.” Marinette’s blush reduced. “Adrien, I can’t.” she said, her head hanging low.  

It said everything to Adrien. “She threatened you!” Adrien growled, completely ignoring the angry shouts from behind them. “I-” Marinette tried to say, but once again was interrupted by Adrien. “Why didn’t you tell me!” Adrien almost yelled. “Well because you told me to take the high road and I listened and it probably wasn’t a good idea to tell you, plus then you would get mad and-” She was once again interrupted by Adrien. But not by words. No.

Because Adrien Agreste was kissing her. And needless to say-

She kissed back. 

They shared this moment for about 30 seconds before they were interrupted by loud cheers from behind them. “OMG ADRINETTE IS A THING! IT’S A THING! THE SHIP HAS SAILED!” Alya hollered over the cheers. And in the middle of all the blushing, cheering and awkwardness Vincent grinned in satisfaction. Why? He caught the whole thing on camera. He had a feeling Mr Agreste would like these photos.

Fin

[yall-hate-kids-tourney]

Carl Grimes (The Walking Dead) vs. Alya Cesaire (Miraculous Ladybug)

Y'all Hate Kids: Screwed By The Writers

Propaganda below the cut

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Carl Grimes (The Walking Dead)

He’s literally blamed for doing stuff that any kid raised in the apocalypse would realistically do. He literally had to shoot his own mother and watch two of his friends get killed with a baseball bat. Fans call him “stupid” for killing specific people, but when he doesn’t kill other specific people, he’s blamed for that too. Fans also seem to hate his actor’s acting, even though Carl is meant to be emotionally-stunted due to the severe trauma he’s faced. It doesn’t help that the show runner himself seemed to hate Carl enough to [spoiler alert], and it derailed the entire show as a result. Carl literally is just trying to survive in a world he’s forced to grow up in. He’s lost so many adults in his life and can’t let himself just be a kid because it’ll prevent him from staying prepared.

Alya Cesaire (Miraculous Ladybug)

Cw: racism

"The amount of hatred Alya gets in the fandom is absolutely insane. There are over 800 fics tagged with ""Alya Cesaire Bashing"", and that's just the ones that actually TAG it - many of them either use a a non-canonical tag or just take their demonization of her as canon. It's not just that a lot of fics bash her either, but that the fics that bash her are disproportionately popular. If you go through the ""Miraculous Ladybug"" tag on AO3 and sort by kudos, I'd say around a third of the top 500 most popular fics use this gross caricature of her in order to justify inflicting some sort of insane punishment on her, or at least replacing her with ""better"" friends and leaving her to wail in despair.

Basically, Alya is the best friend of the main character, Marinette. She's really into superheroes and aims to be a reporter someday, to the point that the first time a supervillain cropped up in the series, she immediately got out her bike and cycled after him so that she could be there when a superhero showed up to fight him (Lois Lane would be proud). She runs a blog called the ""Ladyblog"" which reports on what the superheroes are doing, and sometimes makes some fun videos, like about the most impressive feats of one of the superheroes. 

More relevantly though, she acts as Marinette's support a lot of the time, often being the one to push her to confess her feelings to Adrien, to help her with plans she comes up with, to talk things out with if she's having trouble processing something, and trying to act as the voice of reason if Marinette's gotten to into her own head. It can sometimes head into Black Best Friend territory of having her mostly stick around to support her bestie, but she DOES get a decent amount of screentime and focus at least.

Then the first episode of season 3 aired, and the fandom went BALLISTIC.

This character, Lila, debuted back at the end of season 1 as being this attention-seeking liar who pretended that she knew a lot more famous people than she actually did, including being best friends with Ladybug. Alya, being a naive 14-year-old, believed her and put Lila's interview on her blog. Since Marinette IS Ladybug, she knew this was not true, though she was initially more freaked out about the possibility that Adrien (the boy she has a crush on) would find her supposedly amazing life to be entrancing and that Lila would steal Adrien away from her, to the point that she actively wanted to stop Lila and Adrien from spending time together to prevent Adrien from falling for her.

Fast-forward to Chameleon, the first episode of season 3, and Lila's back and lying some more, this time about having Tinnitus (which would mean that she needs to sit at the front of class, next to Adrien). The class has a whole seating rearrangement in order to accommodate the move, and because some of them just wanted to change seats. Since Marinette was late that day, she didn't get to give input, so she wound up sitting alone at the back of the class, instead of next to Alya like she usually did. She's upset by this, but can't prove that Lila doesn't actually have the disability (she doesn't even have evidence that Lila doesn't have hearing problems, it's just that her story of how she supposedly got the disability is suspect), so she puts up with it for the class period.

Then lunch time rolls around and Marinette tells Alya and Alya's boyfriend, Nino, that Lila's a lying liar who lies. Alya asks why Marinette hates her so much, since she barely knows Lila (this isn't the first time that Marinette's nitpicked at Lila's stories, but she's never actually managed to prove that Lila's lying, Lila's good at coming up with explanations for any hole Marinette exposes in her tales). Marinette tells her how, after Lila first arrived at school, she followed her and Adrien, eavesdropped on them, and then saw Ladybug show up and tear into Lila for not knowing her. (Presumably that's what she says, the episode skipped past her actual recounting of what she saw). Alya and Nino are more concerned with the fact that she stalked Lila and Adrien, with Alya also being skeptical that what she heard might have been out-of-context, given how common out-of-context eavesdropping is in fiction for causing issues, with Alya saying, ""A good reporter always verifies her sources. Can you prove she doesn't actually know Ladybug?""

Since Marinette can't actually prove anything without revealing that she's Ladybug, she decides that the sane and reasonable thing to do is to throw a wadded up napkin at Lila while she's eating lunch, and when she catches it (Lila's pretending to have a sprained wrist), to loudly declare that she obviously doesn't have a sprained wrist. Lila quickly pretends that catching it did actually hurt, the classmates Lila was sitting with scold Marinette for hurting her, and then Marinette goes off to seethe in a bathroom, where Lila finds her and threatens to turn her friends against her if she continues trying to expose her lies. 

Then at the end of the episode, Adrien goes to sit with Marinette at the back of the class to keep her company, the teacher thinks that Marinette ALSO has hearing issues so she's brought back to the front (and away from Adrien again), Lila pretends that her hearing has been fixed so she can sit at the back with Adrien, and Alya spots that Marinette looks miserable about sitting alone at the front, so she chooses to sit next to Marinette to keep her company and everyone ends up going back to their old places, except that Lila's sitting at the back of the class now.

And that's it. That is, for the most part, what kicked off the entire Alya hatred and demonization onslaught. While there ARE more things that happening in following episodes, they have a pretty small effect on the demonization Alya's put through, almost all of it is derived from Chameleon and hasn't changed much since then.

So for starters, in fanfics Alya is often made to ditch Marinette constantly to hang out with Lila instead. This never happens. She's often exasperated when Marinette starts talking about how Lila is awful and points out that she doesn't have proof of that, but she doesn't avoid Marinette, and the closest she ever comes to hanging out with Lila outside of class events is when she called Lila over to babysit hers and Nino's younger siblings when Marinette canceled at the last minute.

But most Alya-bashing fics don't just leave it there. Oh no. If you look through a bunch of the most popular Miraculous fics, you'll see Alya made out to be some sort of ringleader for the class in bullying Marinette, hitting her, pinching her, poisoning her, destroying her things, saying nasty, heinous things to her, the works, and inciting the rest of the class to do the same, sometimes to the point that even LILA is shocked at her cruelty. Usually in these cases, Chloe, who is canonically the class bully (and Marinette's bully in particular) is inexplicably Marinette's primary protector against the eeeeeevil Alya, becoming Marinette's best friend and support and basically taking on Alya's canon role and some of her personality traits, despite the fact that canonically, Chloe's as susceptible to Lila's lies as anyone else, and that in season 5 Chloe actually became Lila's partner in crime in trying to hurt Marinette in particular. (I don't like how Chloe's treated in canon, but that's a different story).

I've never even seen any justification given for why Alya's so frequently made to be outright violent or cruel towards Marinette, it's just widely accepted in fiction now, even with nothing pointing to her ever being malicious like that. There ARE other things Alya canonically does that I see her taken to task over though, but that fall apart when you examine them.

One of the biggest offenders is criticism towards Alya over how she handles babysitting. In Christmaster, Alya and Nino pick up Nino's little brother after Marinette babysits him for them while they're on a date, in Timetagger, Marinette's slated to babysit for them while they're on a date but cancels at the last minute, so they call Lila over instead, and then in Simple Man, Marinette books herself to babysit Alya's and Nino's younger siblings and the daughter of one's of her mom's friends, a little girl named Manon, all at the same time.

Alya receives heavy criticism for not paying Marinette for her babysitting, for having Marinette babysit for her secretly behind her parents' back without their knowledge, and for pressuring Marinette to babysit for her even though Marinette's so busy.

A few problems with this.

1. We see babysitting happen several times, sometimes with Alya helping Marinette with babysitting Manon and sometimes with Marinette just babysitting Manon without anyone else's involvement. At no point is payment brought up, and yet the absence of such a discussion is only ever used to demonize Alya.

2. There is no evidence that the babysitting Marinette does for Alya's sake is done behind her parents' back, the only thing pointing to that is a lack of Alya ever flat-out saying that she has her parents' permission to have Marinette babysit for her, but there's no evidence of sneaking around. MARINETTE, however, DOES canonically ditch her babysitting duties by having Alya babysit for her without the parent's knowledge. In Prime Queen, Marinette accidentally double books herself to do an interview as Ladybug at the same time that she's supposed to be babysitting Manon, so she calls Alya over to watch the interview with her, lies to her that she's just gonna go downstairs for a few minutes to talk with her parents and for Alya to please watch over Manon while she does that, and then leaves to do the interview while Alya watches over Manon the whole time. Nadja definitely didn't know that this happened, because she was surprised and worried when Alya and Manon called in during the interview with Marinette nowhere to be seen. In addition to this, in Simpleman, Marinette foists off all the children she's babysitting onto her grandpa against his will so that she can run off and help with Adrien's photoshoot after he calls her. The people demonizing Alya for supposedly having Marinette babysit for her secretly are not upset about the examples of Marinette canonically doing these things.

3. Of the three times that Marinette has, to date, been scheduled to babysit for Alya's sake (Christmaster, Timetagger, and Simpleman), for Christmaster she spent the next several hours after finishing with babysitting making Adrien's 50th birthday present (he's currently 14 years old), so I wouldn't say she was pressed for time, for Timetagger, she literally called Alya at the last minute to say she was too busy to babysit and Alya said it was no biggie and made other arrangements, and for Simpleman, Alya offered to cancel her date and take care of her younger siblings herself the instant she saw that Marinette was already babysitting Manon, and Marinette told her to go ahead and go on her date and that she'd look after her siblings.

So clearly, the people clutching their pearls about how horribly irresponsibly Alya is handling babysitting and how she's wronging Marinette in the process don't actually care about babysitting ethics here, because otherwise, Marinette would be getting the brunt of the hatred, not Alya. Despite this, I've seen a fair number of posts in the past tearing into Alya's babysitting for the reasons I already gave, and a bunch of fics that make it so that Alya pressures and guilt-trips Marinette into babysitting for her when she's struggling to keep up with all her work, only to have her parents find out and be horrified by how Alya's lied to them about who's been doing the babysitting and that Alya's been getting an increased allowance because of that, so they pay Marinette out of Alya's allowance and ground her, take away privileges, just have this be used as an excuse to punish Alya for supposedly wronging Marinette.

And then there's the subcategory of Alya demonization towards her for putting up Lila's interview on her blog without verifying that Lila was telling the truth. Admittedly, this was foolish, but she's 14. Retractions exist for a reason. And yet, fics frequently have her reputation be completely destroyed because she put up one interview that had a false statement by the interviewee in it, and sometimes even to be completely blacklisted from ever being a journalist in the future, things that are completely insane and would have even the most storied and well-respected of reporters be unable to ever get a job. 

She also frequently gets demonized and bashed for ""believing Lila over Marinette"". My major issue with this: what she's specifically believing Lila over Marinette for is on the topic of ""is Lila an awful person"". I don't think it's unreasonable to have a higher standard of proof for believing that someone is an awful person than for believing that your friend might just have some biased interpretations. Alya thinks that Marinette doesn't like Lila mostly because Lila has hit on Adrien, Marinette's crush, before. This isn't unreasonable considering that Marinette's first reaction to Lila is to freak out about her stealing Adrien away, and that when this other girl, Kagami, started hanging out with Adrien, she freaked out about that too. Specifically, she called a meeting of all her female friends to try and stop Kagami and Adrien from going away together to London for the weekend in Backwarder, helped Chloe in trying to get Kagami covered in food at a fancy red carpet movie opening in order to drive her away and steal her seat next to Adrien for the movie, and when she and Kagami were paired up for a ""friend-making game"" where the goal was to locate where Adrien was in Paris and the prize was to spend time with him, she pretended to genuinely want to be Kagami's friend so she could sabotage both of them and prevent Kagami from spending time with Adrien. So it's not like the belief that Marinette might be unfairly biased against Lila because she's made moves on Adrien is an unfair assumption.

In addition to that, on the occasions when Lila HAS tried to frame Marinette for something, Alya hasn't believed it, or hasn't been shown to believe it at least. In Ladybug Lila tries to frame Marinette for cheating on a test, for stealing a necklace from her, and for knocking her down the stairs. Despite the evidence Lila planted, Alya doesn't believe it and investigates to try and find out what really happened. She doesn't uncover any solid proof, but she still believes in Marinette. She doesn't believe that Marinette's assumption that Lila's behind this is necessarily correct, since Marinette's leaping to that without presenting proof, but she doesn't believe that Marinette's the culprit either. And in the two following cases when Marinette's framed, Alya never actually gets a chance to say what she believes after the accusation is made against Marinette.

Just... the amount of demonization towards Alya TO THIS DAY, often for things she NEVER EVEN FREAKING DID, is absolutely insane. Even over 5 years since Chameleon aired, fics with Alya being made into this malicious, awful bully so that Marinette can get some new friends to publicly denounce her, get her arrested, or otherwise be punished are frequently on the front page of the most recently updated fics on AO3, and are often some of the most popular ones. If you go to ""Fandom-Specific plot"" on Tvtropes, saltfics like these have multiple files going through all the common salt tropes. When looking through fics, I frequently search for Alya's name because she's often the first person to be unfairly demonized, so if she's safe, then everyone likely is. 

I suspect that racism plays a major factor in this. It doesn't make sense that Alya's often painted as being a violent, malicious bully and leader in getting the rest of the class to physically hurt and terrorize Marinette, I haven't even seen analysis arguing that she'd do that... but it tracks with the ""Black Brute"" archetype. This becomes even more obvious with Chloe, who's white and canonically DOES do some of this stuff, taking on Alya's canon role and some of her personality traits in these sorts of stories.

Then there's the standard Alya's held to for how she handles her blog. It's way higher than anyone would hold real-world reporters to, much less 14-year-olds. But it makes sense if you factor racial bias into account, and how Alya, being Black, is going to be held to a higher standard than anyone else, and be punished more for failing to meet that standard.

For things like the babysitting double standard, it makes no sense if you're actually looking at the stated criticism, given that the same criticism isn't leveled at Marinette... but it makes perfect sense if you're going off the assumption that Alya, as Marinette's Black Best Friend, is supposed to solely function as her support and that she's simply fulfilling her duties by always being there for her when needed, including for babysitting, but that if Marinette ever attempts to repay in kind, then Alya's being unfair towards her because Alya's obligated to always support Marinette, but that relationship is supposed to be a one-way street. Alya is supposed to function as Marinette's support, never the other way around.

And as for the way Alya's demonized for asking for evidence before believing that Lila's lying, well... again, Alya's expected to act as Marinette's support, and her ""failing"" that in any way, even if it makes sense from her point of view, is viewed as a betrayal. She's supposed to be loyal to Marinette, and only to Marinette, not to think for herself or to have multiple other friends or values that she needs to weigh. And anything that she does to go against that ""justifies"" Marinette intentionally trying to hurt and punish her for failing to live up to her role.

In conclusion, the way Alya's treated by the salt side of the fandom is grossly unfair, often has little connection with anything she canonically did, and has some gross racist implications, and is likely at least partially spurred on by racism, especially with how common and popular it still is to this day."

"(Note: This is an addendum to my earlier essay about the fandom's mistreatment of Alya. Here, I'm focusing more on how the writers' treatment of her helped to exacerbate that, since I saw that this version of the tournament had more of a focus on that. Please add this on at the end of my previous essay).

While Alya is primarily screwed over by the fanbase, there are some aspects of the writing that exacerbate her ill treatment. In season 4, Marinette confesses her secret identity to Alya, letting her know that she is Ladybug. Despite now knowing why Marinette was so convinced that Lila wasn't friends with Ladybug, and that Lila's interview stating that she's best friends with Ladybug is a lie, the subject just... never comes up, even when Lila starts being important again. It's not that Alya's ignoring what Lila lying on those subjects means, it's more like the writers just completely forgot that Lila told those particular lies, since Marinette doesn't bring them up either. This creates an inconsistency with the fanbase, who really, really, REALLY haven't forgotten those lies. 

There ARE ways to explain this - Lila lying about being friends with Ladybug in order to try to boost her reputation, especially when she's the new girl, isn't really all that heinous. Marinette lies a lot as well, even if you don't count lies told to protect her secret identity or other ""necessary"" lies, sometimes out of embarrassment, sometimes to to try and prevent someone's feelings from getting hurt, and sometimes because she thinks it's the fastest, easiest, or most certain way to get the outcome she wants. And yet, even though Marinette lies a lot, she's not ostracized for that since it's usually not for malicious reasons - foolish reasons at times, but rarely malicious. It would make sense that Lila too, wouldn't be thought too badly of for merely lying in an attempt to make friends.

None of that actually comes up though. Alya later, in Confrontation, states that, ""Marinette, you know we'll always believe you. But every time you've accused Lila, there's been no evidence. And at worst, it was just a misunderstanding."" Marinette doesn't say anything about the previous times Lila has been proven to lie, so it seems like either it was decided offscreen that the more understandable lies she's told don't matter, or that the writers just plain forgot about them.

There were other opportunities created by Alya knowing Marinette's identity that were ignored. Alya concludes that Adrien backing up Marinette's statement that Lila's bad news was just due to him wanting to defend his girlfriend. This is also a bit of a writing flaw, while wanting to back up his girlfriend's stance IS a decent reason for Adrien to be biased against Lila, this is Adrien we're talking about here. He's nice and understanding to a fault, and is known for giving people the benefit of the doubt and second chances. It makes far less sense to believe that he'd believe the worst of Lila, even if Marinette does, than it does for Marinette to be biased against Lila. That being said, Adrien wouldn't have been present for Lila's more indisputable threats and statements directed against Marinette, so he can't actually verify for sure whether or not there could've been some misunderstanding.

There WAS, however, someone who was always with Marinette, and who could actually back up Marinette's statements more definitively. 

Tikki. She was present for every threat Lila made, for everything she ever claimed. While it's possible that both Tikki and Marinette may have misunderstood Lila in the same way, it's far less likely, especially since Tikki would have had different biases from Marinette. Tikki could be an important witness. Yet that never comes up, is never proposed, because that would end the plotline too quickly. 

Alya was also screwed over in the immediate aftermath of Lila being exposed, though not by the writers per se? There was a short scene planned after Lila's exposed where Alya apologizes for not believing Marinette about Lila being a liar and generally an awful person, we've even got leaked footage of it, but it appears that it was cut somewhere between being written and voice acted, and the episode being aired. 

All of this only really affects detailed arguments about how well (or poorly) Alya's story arc with Lila was handled, its affect on the actual fanfiction produced about Chameleon salt was minimal, I saw no change in its frequency, severity, or general handling of the characters with any season after season 3. I highly doubt that even the changes I suggested here would have done much to persuade the saltdom against Ron the Death Eatering Alya, especially since a lot of the hatred against her has so little to do with the show.

There IS some hatred thrown at Alya for non-Lila related reasons - well, reasons that aren't DIRECTLY Lila related, most of that hatred still stems from people hating her for Chameleon stuff and then retroactively justifying it by looking back at other things she did that irked them. The most common one (that actually has some sort of argument to it, not the ""Alya's a horrible babysitter and is abusing her friendship with Marinette"" nonsense I listed in the main essay) is that Alya's pushy about getting Marinette together with Adrien. 

This is more a product of Alya's usual role in the story than anything. I mentioned in the main essay how Alya sometimes falls into ""Black Best Friend"" territory, and this is one of the biggest examples. One of her most common roles throughout the series is as the person who pushes Marinette to actually confess to Adrien, to hang out with him, to pursue her romantic desires even with her anxiety holding her back, and to be honest with herself during the times when she's trying to deny her feelings for him. She's Marinette's sounding board whenever she's having an anxiety spiral about... actually, just about anything, and acts as the voice of reason when Marinette gets in her own head too much.

Thus, Alya sets Marinette and Adrien to end up somewhere alone together, or tries to push her to talk to him, or to be honest during the times when she tries to ""move on"" from Adrien by denying that she still has feelings for him (which is blatantly untrue). She IS okay with Marinette dating someone else though, if she honestly seems to want to do that. She had no problem with her dating Luka, for instance. She DID protest Marinette's seemingly sudden interest in Chat Noir, but that was mostly because Marinette seemed to be grabbing at her new attraction as an attempt to run away from her feelings for Adrien, something that Tikki ALSO noted.

That's another thing - Alya's the character who's most frequently thrown into this role, but she's not the only one, nor even the most extreme one. A new character that was introduced for the Miraculous New York Special, Jess, observed how Adrien and Marinette acted around each other, and decided to try to get them to confess their love by faking a supervillain attack on them, with the supervillain kidnapping anyone that no one loves in order to compel Marinette to FINALLY confess to Adrien. (Alya thought it was stupid, but agreed to help since it might actually work). When Marinette, Adrien, Luka, and Kagami went out to the wax museum together, Luka intentionally locked Adrien and Marinette in a room together so that Marinette would stop running away and would be forced to talk to Adrien. Marinette is written in such a way that other characters are compelled to meddle in her lovelife, because otherwise she'll continue making her own extreme plans and pining away, but never actually confess her feelings. 

So while Alya could be said to be ""pushy"" to an extent, it's mostly for Marinette's benefit. I would like if this was a less frequent role for Alya - I think it does her a disservice, since it locks her firmly into Marinette's orbit rather than emphasizing who Alya is as her own character. Most of the hatred towards Alya for this is tied up in ""Die For Our Ship"" being directed at Adrien though, with Adrien bashers hating that Alya's trying to set Marinette up with what they see as an inferior option. Ironically enough, while Alya's role in this situation is one of the primary examples in the show of her being treated by the writers as a ""Black Best Friend"" who exists to serve Marinette's character, it's actually one of the cases where I think racism is a pretty minor part of the hatred by the fanbase over it, since I think that's mostly motivated by hatred towards the Lovesquare.

In conclusion (again), there is an issue with the writers bending Alya's character in order to tell a particular story, particularly a Marinette-centered story, while ignoring how little sense that makes with what happened earlier on in the plotline, or how it centralizes Alya's role and character around Marinette in ways that exacerbate already existing writing patterns in media.

[blueberry-bubbles130]

Art for the new au!

most of the kwamii are just assholes here. The main ones were mostly content to watch humanity fight. While Duusu sat on the sidelines preferring to not get involved as much as possible. But most of them decide (mainly led by Pollen) they’ve had enough of just watching and want to see the effects of their pure magic up close. So Pollen kidnaps a baby, raising it in the kwamii realm as an experiment.

Said baby is Chloe and as she grows up she isn’t well. she doesn’t know what species she is, nevermind who she actually is. She’s alone with no one apart from the Kwamii’s, as she’s never seen another human before. At a distance she may look normal, but at a closer glance, things are not quite right. Mainly the reddish brown roots she has and the pinkish reflections in her eyes. And the way things change to suit her will, such as plants withering around her when she’s sad.

Chloe doesn’t like the kwamii, apart from Duusu. They scare her a lot because they only thing they want are answers about their experiment. Duusu is a bit kinder to her, actually sitting with her. Doing fun activities with her like painting, sculpting and actually explaining what the things she feels are. Eventually Duusu “accidentally” leaves the tower door open, allowing Chloe to wander to the burrow and back to her timeline.

From there she finds Marinette and Adrien, where they alongside Felix and Kagami help her to try and fully understand humanity. All the while Gabriel’s quest to get the miraculous and an argument between the gods plays out.

[luckych4rm]

DISCLAIMER

● None of the characters that will appear in the story belong to me.

● All the characters are already young adults (+20)

●Take this as an alternative timeline

I have always wanted to write fanfics so here goes nothing xoxo

(Luka/Viperion x Marinette/Ladybug SMUT!) 《《《《《《《《MINORS DO NOT READ》》》》》》》》》》

🐍FANTASY🐍

Luka Couffaine, also known as the super hero Viperion, was patrolling the rooftops of Paris when he saw her. Marinette was sitting at her terrace her eyes fixed on her phone. He perched on the ledge beside her, watching as she bit her lip, lost in thought.,

“Hello beutiful” he said softly, as not to disturb her. Marinette jumped, phone tumbling from her hands

“Oh, sorry,” said Luka, catching the phone, just before it hit the ground. He handed it back to her, noticing the blush staining her cheeks.

“Hi baby dont worry about it i just didnt hear you , why are you viperion?” she said, still a bit startled.

“Just on patrol,” he replied with a smile. “Making sure our city stays safe.”, Marinette nodded, looking back out over Paris. The city glittered beneath them, the lights of the Eiffel Tower standing out. Luka took the opportunity to study her profile, admiring her graceful features.

“Thinking about anything in particular?” he asked, leaning back against the railing. Marinette shrugged, still distractedly looking at her phone., “Just going over the last akuma attack,” she said. “Trying to figure out what I could have done differently.”

Luka didn't answer right away, studying her face. Even after all this time, she still managed to blame herself for every akuma. "It wasn't your fault," he said firmly. "You did everything you could."

"I could have done more," Marinette mumbled, shaking her head. She put her phone away and pulled her knees to her chest, looking out at the skyline.

"You're always so hard on yourself," said Luka, sitting down next to her. He mirrored her position, long legs stretched out in front of him. "You can't control everything that happens."

"But I'm the Guardian," Marinette said fiercely. "It's my job to protect this city. To protect everyone, to protect you "

Luka smiled gently. It was one of the many things he loved about her, the way she always put everyone else first. "I can take care of myself," he said. "And you're not alone. You've got the rest of the team to help you."

Marinette leaned her head against his shoulder, and Luka resisted the urge to wrap his arm around her. "I know," she said. "I just... I can't help but blame myself, you know? If I was a better Ladybug... Hawkmoth would be defeated by now"

Luka felt a surge of anger as she spoke. How could she not see how incredible she was? "Don't ever say that," he said firmly. "You're the best Ladybug this city could ever hope for."

Marinette was silent for moment, her face still buried in his jacket. "Sometimes I just wish i could have a normal life," she said softly. "No Hawkmoth, no responsibilities as Ladybug... just a normal life with you."

Luka felt his heart skip a beat. He longed for a normal life with her, too. Maybe one day, once they defeated Hawkmoth...

"We’ll get there," he said, wrapping an arm around her. "I promise."

She relaxed against him, and they sat there together in silence, watching the city below. The wind picked up, sending a chill through the air. Luka instinctively pulled Marinette closer to him, and he could feel her trembling slightly.

"Cold?" he asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded against his shoulder, and he pulled her even closer. He could feel her every breath, the heat of her body seeping into him.

"Come on lets go inside " Luka said

Luka stood up, offering a hand to Marinette, who took it gratefully. He led her inside the apartment, shutting the terrace door behind him.

Inside, the apartment was warm and cozy. Marinette's room was decorated with a mix of her own creations and the gifts from Luka. She sat down on her bed, still huddled up against the cold.

"Hold on," said Luka, moving to her closet. He rummaged around for a moment before emerging with a fluffy blanket. He went back to the bed, taking a seat next to her.

Marinette smiled up at him. "Thanks," she said, taking the blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Luka settled back against the headboard, pulling her towards him. She leaned against his side, resting her head on his chest. They sat there in comfortable silence, Luka's fingers tracing circles on her arm.

"I dont know why i havent detransform saass.." luka said but marinette interrups him

"wait," she said quickly, reaching up to touch his shoulder. He was still transformed as Viperion, his suit blending with the shadows. "I..."

Luka looked down at her, confused. "What is it?" he asked, his pulse quickening. Marinette looked up at him with wide, dark eyes. She bit her lip, looking as though she was debating something important.

Marinette lifted her head, a determined look in her eyes. "remember the other day when you asked if i had any fantasy?"

Luka remembered. It had been a spur of the moment question. They were laying in bed, cuddled up together after another akuma battle. He'd been tracing patterns on her bare skin, and the question had just slipped out.

"yes," he said, his breath quickening in anticipation. She had been caught off guard by the question, and they'd quickly changed the subject. Luka had tried to put it out of his mind, but he had wondered about it for days.

"well i thought about it," she said, biting her lip. "A-and I do have one."

"Oh really, and what is it?" Luka said, his voice husky.

"Viperion" she says while biting her lip

It took him a moment to process what she said. "V-Viperion?" he said, his voice shaking slightly. His thoughts were racing in a way they hadn't in a long time.

"Yeah. You," Marinette said. "As Viperion."

Luka felt his cheeks heat up at her words. "You have fantasies about me as Viperion?" he asked, his heart rate picking up even more.

"Yes, “Is that weird?” Marinette asked while putting herself oh lukas lap

“No,” he answered, his hands roaming up and down her sides. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. To learn that she thought about him like that, as his hero alter ego…it was a feeling like nothing he’d ever experienced before. "its really hot"

A flush spread across her cheeks, and she began to fiddle with the fastenings on his suit. "Do you.. want to act it out?"

"Yes," he heard himself saying before he even registered the words himself. He couldn't think straight, all thoughts focused on her "God yes ... what do you want me to do?."

Her hands moved from his chest to grip the back of his head.

She leaned forward, her lips a breath away from his . "okay so lets pretend i dont know your real identity, and that you just saved me after an akuma attack.... oh and dont take your mask off"she says looking him with desire

"Got it," he said, his pulse already racing. The way her eyes darkened when she told him not to take his mask off... It did things to him. he stands up and carries her bridal style, and then he goes outside to the terrace so he can start the role play.

He gently placed her down . "Are you alright?" he asked, making his voice deep and gravelly just like he did as Viperion.

Marinette felt a shudder run down her spine. "Yes.... thanks for bringing me home safe," she gasped softly. She was now face to face with him, the space between them almost too much to bear.

He took a step closer, their bodies almost touching. "It's no problem," he replied, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "Just part of the job."

"Being this close to me right now is also part of the job?" She asks

"yeah It's necessary for security reasons," he answered, his voice dripping with feigned solemnity. He was acting the part of the dutiful superhero to perfection.

"oh, really," she said, playing along. "And what kind of "security reasons" ?"

Viperion leaned in closer, the height difference meaning he towered over her, forcing her to tilt her chin up to look at him. She could feel the heat coming off his body, could almost taste his breath on her lips. "We don't know if there are any other threats nearby," he said, his eyes dark with desire.

"well I wouldn't want to be in danger," she said, her eyes not leaving his. "I guess 'll have to keep you close then."

"For your safety." He closed the distance between them, pinning her against the terrace railing. She gasped softly at the feeling of his body pressed against hers, the hard lines of his muscles and the heat that radiated from him.

"Yeah, just for my safety." She could feel her cheeks burning, her body responding to his nearness in a way she'd never experienced before.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm on her neck. "Of course," he said, his voice low and rough. His hands tightened on her waist, as he slowly lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "You're far too pretty to leave alone."

A shiver went down her spine, his words sending a wave of heat through her. She wanted to lean in to him, to close that final gap between their lips and give in to her desires. But she knew she had to keep playing the game, to act the part of the helpless civilian in his arms.

"Is that so," she said, feigning innocence.

"Yes. We have to keep you safe at all costs," he said, his hands roaming over her back. He was holding her tightly against him, as though he was afraid she would disappear. "And that means I have to stay as close to you as possible."

“I suppose that makes sense,” she said, her breath hitching as his lips grazed her neck. His touch was setting her on fire, making it hard to think straight. She had to cling to her role, even though all she wanted to do was throw her arms around him and never let go.

"It's one of the most important rules of hero work," he said, his breath hot against her skin. His hands slid down from her back to grip her thighs, lifting her up with ease. She let out a gasp of surprise, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist to steady herself.

"And I always follow the rules," he murmured, his mouth moving down to the sensitive skin of her collarbone. She bit back a moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The muscles of his back were corded and taut, and she could feel the strength in his arms as they supported her weight. "is it okay if i enter? we will be safer there" he asks

Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind them and gently deposited her on the bed. She looked up at him, her lips parted, her eyes dark with desire. He stood over her, taking in the sight before him. She was so beautiful, vulnerable and wanting and all his.

"Yes," she managed to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. She was practically trembling with desire, her body aflame with need. He walked back inside to her bedroom, still carrying her in his arms.

He knelt down on the bed, towering over her. "I need to make sure you're not hurt," he said, his voice taking on a deeper timbre. His hands moved over her body, gently caressing her arms and legs. Every touch sent shocks of pleasure through her, but she held herself still, letting him play his part. "I have to do a thorough search."

"O-okay," she managed to say, her voice shaking. She was hyper-aware of his every touch, every movement. She could feel his eyes roaming over her, taking in every detail of her body, and it was driving her wild. She wanted to touch him so badly, to pull him down on top of her and lose herself in the sensations that only he could bring.

His hands moved higher, gently pushing aside the fabric of her shirt to expose more of her skin. She bit her lip, her pulse racing. His touch was so gentle, so reverent, it was hard to believe he was still playing a part.

"No injuries here," he murmured, his hands tracing the curves of her waist and hips. He leaned down, his mouth moving to her neck. His lips left a trail of kisses down her tender flesh, and she arched into his touch, unable to hold back a soft gasp.

"I have to search more thoroughly to make sure," he said, his voice taking on an edge of urgency. His hands slid under her shirt, his fingers dancing along the waistband of her pants. Her breath hitched as he teased the soft skin exposed there, his touch like electric sparks against her skin.

"Oh, yes," she breathed, unable to form more coherent thoughts. She wanted more of his touch, needed it like she needed air to breathe. She was rapidly losing any ability to think straight, her entire being consumed by the sensations he was unleashing within her.

His hands continued their slow, deliberate path down her body, caressing every inch of her. He could feel her trembling, could see the flicker of desire in her eyes, and it took everything in him to keep up the act. He wanted to lose himself in her, to claim her as his own. But he had a part to play, and he was nothing if not a dedicated actor.

"mmm you have a cut here" he says as he touches her neck

"let me clean it up" and he gets closer to lick and kiss her neck

She felt a shiver go down her spine as his tongue flicked across her skin, the sensation making her limbs go weak. She was practically squirming now, her need for him growing stronger with every passing second. "Yes....please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

He continued to kiss and lick the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands roaming over her body as he cleaned her imagined wound. There was a desperate edge to his movements now, as though he was struggling to keep control. He nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.

She moaned softly at the feeling of his teeth against her ear, the sound sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. It was all she could do to stay still, to keep playing her role as the damsel in distress. But she could feel her resolve crumbling, her body begging for more of his touch.

He moved further down her neck, his tongue tracing a path to her collarbone. He could feel her pulse fluttering under his lips, a frantic rhythm that matched his own. He wanted to break the act, to give in to his own desires and claim her as his own. But he fought to keep his cool, his hands moving lower.

She was falling apart under his touch, her body responding to him in ways she'd never experienced before. She'd had fantasies about him as Viperion, but they paled in comparison to the reality of him in that moment. He was everywhere, his hands and mouth leaving behind trails of fire wherever they went. She arched her back, pressing her body against him as she sought more of his touch.

"Vi- viperion" marinette says breathless

"Yes," he murmured, his lips against her skin. He could feel her body responding to him, could hear the growing desperation in her voice. He pulled back, looking down at her as she lay there, flushed and breathless, her eyes dark with desire.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, his voice rough with barely contained hunger. He was getting dangerously close to losing his composure, his body aching with the need to claim her as his own.

She looked up at him, her heart racing. For a moment, she couldn't speak. Then, summoning her courage, she spoke. "There is one thing..." she said, her voice low and husky. He raised an eyebrow, inviting her to continue.

"I...I need you to check somewhere else," she said, her cheeks flushing red. He smirked, sensing where this was going. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers. "And where exactly would that be?" he asked, his voice a gravelly rumble.

She bit her lip, her body already responding to his proximity *she takes off her shirt and her bra really smoothly * "here" she says He could see the desire in her eyes, the way her body arched up towards his. It was all the invitation he needed.

He let out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips. He was having a hard time not just devouring her on the spot, but he held himself back, taking a moment to take in the sight before him.

he starts to touch her bare skin "where does it hurt?" he asks

"here" she says while placing his hands on her bare breasts

He groaned, the softness of her skin under his hands like a shock to his system. He slowly caressed the smooth curves of her chest, savoring the feel of her body under his touch. "Hmm, I think I see the problem," he said, trying to keep himself together.

"You do?" she gasped, her voice breathless with need" She was barely able to form coherent words, her body responding to his touch with a visceral intensity that left her trembling.

"Mmm yes," he said as his hands continued to explore her body. "I think I'll need to apply some special treatment here." His fingers gently traced the sensitive skin of her breast, his touch making her arch into him as he continued to work his magic.

she moans and says " yes please"

He chuckled softly, loving the way she responded to his every touch. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he said, leaning down to kiss her neck. He took his time, slowly building the tension between them as his lips moved down her body, tracing a path to her chest.

She writhed beneath him, her body on fire with need. His touch was driving her crazy, making her feel things she'd never known before. She gasped softly as he gently took one of her nipples into his mouth, his lips and tongue working their magic. "oh god," she whispered, her hands gripping the bed sheets. It was all she could do to hold on, to keep herself from completely falling apart. He teased and tormented her, bringing her to the edge and then backing off, his touch both gentle and demanding as he continued to explore her body.

"I think I need to check you again," he said, his body pressed against her from above. He moved down, his mouth trailing kisses over her stomach. "Just to be certain I didn't miss anything...."

"Yes.. you can do whatever you want," she gasped, her body yearning for him. She could feel the need growing in her, the desperate ache that only he could ease. He nipped and licked at her skin, sending jolts of pleasure racing through her with each touch. "Oh," she breathed, her back arching as he continued his downward descent.

he reaches the waist of her pants and says "can i?"

She nods, her eyes half-lidded with desire. He tugs down her pants with a practiced motion, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed to him. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of her before him. His eyes darkened with hunger, and he let out a ragged breath.

She trembled under his gaze, her body quivering with anticipation. She could see the desire in his eyes, could feel the raw intensity that radiated off of him. He knelt between her legs, his hands gently resting on her thighs.

He leaned down, his breath warm on her skin. "I want to taste you," he rumbled, his voice deep and rough. She gasped at his words, the hunger in his voice sending a wave of heat pulsing through her. He pressed a trail of kisses along her inner thigh, his tongue flickering out to tease the sensitive skin.

"You can do whatever you want with me viperion" marinette says

He lifted his head, looking up at her with a fierce possessive look in his eyes. "Anything, hm?" he said, his voice like gravel. He slowly ran his hands up her thighs, the callouses on his palms causing her skin to erupt in gooseflesh.

"Anything," she repeated, her voice a breathless whisper. She was lost in him, completely surrendered to the sensations he was invoking in her. He moved up, settling his body over hers, his body a heavy weight pressing her into the mattress.

He kissed her fiercely, his lips claiming hers with a primal lust. It was all she could do to kiss him back, her mind spinning with desire. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against her.

He moved against her, his body shifting and pressing into hers, his hips grinding against hers. She could feel the hardness of his arousal "fuck", the way his body was responding to her need. It was maddening, deliciously torturous, and she wanted more.

She arched into him, her body meeting his with a desperate need. She clawed at his back, digging her nails into his flesh, needing to feel him closer. "Please, viperion" she gasped, her voice rough with desire. "Please, I need you."

He groaned, low and guttural, his control crumbling further with each word she spoke. He wanted her, needed her, more than he'd ever needed anything in his life. "Say my name," he growled, his lips moving to her neck, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. "Say it."

"Viperion," she gasped, the sound of his name on her lips like a prayer. The sound seemed to break something within him, his control snapping like a thread. He kissed her forcefully, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive urgency.

He pinned her to the bed, his body covering hers, his lips and tongue tasting every inch of her skin. She could hardly breathe, her head spinning with pleasure, her body on fire with need. "what do you want me to do?," he whispered, his voice rough and hungry. "huh?."

"i want you to fuck me." Her hands clutched at his body, her nails leaving red trails in their wake as she pulled him closer.

He growled, the sound primal and feral. He nipped her neck, his teeth leaving tiny indents in her skin. "Is that so?" he said, his voice gruff. "You're sure about that? you dont even know who i am" still playing his part

"yes," she said, her voice breathless but firm. "I don't care who you are. I want you. Right now. Please," she pleaded, her body writhing under his. He could hear the desperation in her voice, the aching need that mirrored his own.

"As you wish, but please let me know your name" he said, his voice low and dangerous. He quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving hers. He was a man coming undone, his desire for her consuming every thought.

"Marinette," she breathed, her voice filled with need. She watched him take his suit off, her eyes trailing over his muscles, his skin, the sharp curves of his body. He was beautiful, and she ached to have him, to be consumed by him in every way.

"Marinette," he repeated, his voice filled with desire. He moved back over her, his body covering hers, his hands roaming over her skin, marking her as his. "I won't be gentle," he warned, his lips moving to her ear. "Do you understand?"

She nodded, her body arching up to meet his. "I don't want gentle," she whispered. She was lost in him, completely consumed by her needs

He let out a guttural moan, his control slipping further. "Good," he growled, his hands moving down her body. He kissed her again, his mouth claiming hers, his tongue delving into the heat of her mouth. He moved against her, his body pressing into hers with a desperate need.

She gasped, her body arching to meet his, her hands grasping at his shoulders. She was completely consumed by him, her mind spinning with pleasure as his mouth left a trail of fire down her neck. She could feel his body trembling with need, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap.

and the he thrusts her without notice she lets out a moan at the sudden sensation, her body arching up to meet his. "oh god," she gasped, her hands grasping at his body, pulling him closer. He let out a low growl, his hips moving against hers with a slow, steady rhythm. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

her head nods, her mind barely able to form words "yes yes yes," she gasped. He feels so good, so right, and she never wants him to stop. He moves faster, harder, his body claiming hers with an intensity that takes her breath away.

"You are so wet" he smiles

She blushes, the words sending a new wave of heat through her body. "you made me this wet," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire.

He lets out a low growl, his body shudders at her words. "say that again," he demands, his hands gripping the sides of her thighs.

"you made me this wet," she repeats, her voice soft but unwavering. She can feel the effect her words have on him, the way his muscles tense and grow taut under her touch. He groans, biting down on his lip as he looks down at her. It's maddening, the way her words drive him crazy, the way she has him completely wrapped around her finger.

"fuck youre so sexy," he growls, his body moving with a renewed intensity. She moans, the sound escaping her lips without her even realizing it. She feels like she's losing herself in him, like she's drowning in a sea of desire that has no end. And she loves every second of it.

he moves faster and deeper. her hands are everywhere, touching his back, his arms, his chest. she's completely lost to the pleasure, her mind consumed by the sensations

his mouth finds her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. he wants to leave his mark, to claim her as his own. he wants to claim her in every way, to make her his forever "Turn around " he says

Her eyes widen, a flicker of excitement passing through them. She moves to obey his command, rolling onto her stomach, her body trembling with anticipation.

He runs his hands over her back, her skin soft and supple under his touch. He leans down, his breath warm on her ear. "Good girl," he whispers, the words sending a shiver down her spine. He gently pushes her hair out of the way, his lips tracing a path down her neck.

Her body is on fire, her skin feels like it's crackling with electricity. She can feel the desire growing in her, coiling in her stomach with each of his touches. "Please," she whispers, her voice desperate and low. She needs him, needs him so badly it hurts.

"please what?" he murmurs, his lips moving along the curve of her shoulder. "tell me what you want." His hands grip her hips, his body pressing against hers. "Please enter me again" she begs

His breath catches at her words, his body thrumming with need. "As you wish," he growls, the words coming out as a low rumble. He positions himself behind her, his hands guiding her hips up to meet his. He takes a moment to savor the feeling of her, the way she takes him in, the tightness and heat of her body. He lets out a low moan, his eyes closing as the pleasure washes over him. "Fuuuck," he gasps, his hands clenching into fists as he holds himself still. He wants to be gentle, to take it slow, but her body is making it impossible. she just feels so damn good, and she's so damn responsive to his touch, every sound and movement driving him further into madness. he starts to move, his hips rocking against hers, his body meeting hers with each thrust. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Is this what you needed?" he leans down, his chest pressing against her back, his hands roving over her skin.

"Yes," she gasps, her body arching to meet his. "Oh yes." She feels like she's on the edge of something incredible, something that's beyond anything she's ever experienced before. Every touch, every kiss, every movement is like fire igniting her senses, bringing her closer and closer to a peak that she can't see but desperately needs to reach. He increases his pace, his body moving with a relentless rhythm. he feels like he's losing control, like he's drowning in sensation. he can barely think straight, his mind overtaken by primal need. he wants to make her feel good, to give her everything she wants. he wants to give her everything

"Wait" she says

He stills instantly at her words, his body tensing above her. "Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice low and concerned. He tries to push down the desire still thrumming through him, focusing on her instead.

"Yeah, but i wanna ride you" she looks back at him with a smirk

His eyes widen and a low rumble escapes from his chest. "Yeah?" he asks, his hands stilling on her hips. "You want to take control now, huh?"

She nods, biting her lip. "Mhm," she hums, a coy smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "I want to be on top. of you and see how good i can make ypu feel" He swallows, his throat feeling suddenly dry. The thought of her riding him, taking charge, is immensely appealing.

"God yes," he growls, his hands slipping from her hips. He lays down on the bed, looking up at her and waiting for her to make the next move.

She lines her entrance with his cock and takes him in.

He moans loudly at the feeling. "Fuck," he gasps, his hands clenching into fists. She's so hot, so tight, "you're so tight" he repeats, his eyes rolling back in his head. He's losing himself in her, his body responding to her touch without his control. He wants to take hold of her hips, to guide her movements, but he lets her set the pace instead, his hands clenching and unclenching as he struggles to stay still. "That's it," he manages to gasp, his voice rough with desire. "Take what you want."

She starts to move, her body grinding against his, her hips rolling in a slow, torturous rhythm. Each movement elicits a gasp or moan from him, his body responding to her like it's been conditioned to do so. He watches her, his eyes tracing every contour of her body, his mind filled with a single thought: she's incredible.

As she rides him, she leans down, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. She wants to taste him, to claim him as hers, and he gladly allows it, surrendering to her completely. His hands find her hips again, his grip tight but not punishing. He guides her, helping her find the pace that's just right for both of them.

"Do you like how i bounce on your cock? " she asks teasingly looking down at him

He lets out a moan, his head falling back against the bed. "yes yes yes" he gasps, completely wrecked by her words and her movements. He looks up at her, his eyes dark and wild with desire. "God, you're so good at this"

She smirks, pleased with his reaction. "Mhm, I know" she says, rocking her hips a bit harder. She likes having this effect on him, likes being the one in control. It's intoxicating, to know that she can make him feel this way. She leans down, her mouth finding his again in a searing kiss.

"I want to hear you say it." she whispers, her lips moving down to his neck. "tell me how much you like that im bouncing on your cock" he gasps, his body arching as her lips find his skin. "Fuck," he growls, his fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so good, so damn good. I love it when you bounce on my cock, I love the feeling of you taking me in like this" He means every word, his voice thick with desire. He's completely lost to the pleasure she's giving him, his mind spinning with sensation. She moans against his neck, loving the sound of his voice as he tells her what he wants. She starts moving faster, riding him with a fierce intensity. She loves the way he responds to her, the way he gasps and moans and trembles under her touch. It's addictive, to have this control over him.

He can't get enough of her, her every touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body. "God, keep going" he gasps, his words interrupted by moans. "You're so good, so damn good." He's almost losing himself completely, his mind drowning in a sea of sensations. The only thing anchoring him is her, her body moving against his, her breath warm against his skin. He wants to touch her, to touch her everywhere, but he's not sure if can. he's so far gone, so completely consumed by what she's doing to him that he can barely move.

"You are so hot" she says a little breathless

"You're the one who's hot," he growls back at her, his hands tightening on her hips. "You're driving me crazy, god"

She feels a shiver run through her body at his words, the feeling of him being so completely at her mercy thrilling in a way she'd never expected. "You like that, don't you?" she asks, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You like being at my mercy like this, i bet you're wishing you used your second chance to relive this a million times."

He lets out a low moan, his body arching up into her. "Mm yes,I was a fool for not doing it. he gasps, his hands roaming over her body, trying to touch every inch of her skin he can. "I never want this to end. I could stay like this forever, feeling you like this forever"

Her smile widens at his words. She loves the way she's able to make him feel, the way she can reduce him to a mess of sensations and need. "you definitely should have " she whispers, her voice teasing. He moans in agreement, his mind racing at the thought of how much time he wasted. "I will next time" he pants, his hands roaming over her body with a renewed urgency. "I'll make sure we never stop"

Her breath catches in her chest at his words, the promise in them sending a jolt of excitement through her. She speeds up, riding him with a wild abandon, suddenly desperate to feel everything he has to give her. "Fuck Lu-" she stops herself almost losing her act, He catches the slip up, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "What was that?" he teases, his voice low and seductive.

She swallows, flustered that she almost slipped. "nothing" she whispers, her voice breathless and thin. she leans down, her lips finding his in a desperate kiss, trying to distract him from his question.

He grins against her mouth, enjoying the knowledge that she almost said his name. He can tell she's flustered, her body responding to his touch in ways she can't fully hide. He kisses her back with fervor, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive urgency.

She starts to bounce harder on him

His moans grow louder as she bounces harder, the increased pressure and pace driving him wild. He tightens his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. "fuck yes, marinette" he gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head. He's completely lost to the moment, his mind a blur of pleasure.

She moans at the sound of her name, the way it rolls off his tongue. She loves how helpless he is to her touch, how completely at her mercy he is. She rides him harder , needing to hear him gasp and moan and plead for more. "you dont know how. much i wanted this" she breathes, her eyes locking with his. "you look so good on that teal suit" his breath catches at her words, his heart racing. Hearing her say that, hearing the need in her voice, almost pushes him over the edge. But he holds on, pushing down the growing wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. "yeah?" he gasps, the corner of his mouth twisting into a cocky grin. "you like me in my suit, huh?"

"mmm Yes" she moans, her voice husky with need. She loves seeing him like this, his cocky confidence shaken by desire. It's thrilling, to have this affect on him. "i Love it. You look so good"

His heart skips a beat at her words, his cocky smirk faltering for a moment. He feels a jolt of desire run through him at the sound of her voice, the need in her words. "god you're so hot" he growls, his eyes tracing over her body, taking in every inch of her. "what do you like about me in this suit" he moans at her touch, his hands roaming over her back,

"It's so tight that it lets me appreciate your abs, your arms, your legs and your huge bulge".marinette answers

His breath hitches at her words, his mind suddenly invaded by the image she's painting. He imagines her eyes trailing over him, taking in the tight suit clinging to every contour of his body, tracing the outline of his muscles and the obvious bulge in his pants. "Fuuuck" he groans, biting down on his lip. "Do you like staring at me like that?"

"Very much," she whispers, a sly smile playing on her lips. He's so turned on by her words that he can barely think.

"i could stare at you all day" she says, her voice low and suggestive."would you like it if i did that?" she teases, her hands roaming over his chest He can't form words to respond, his mind too far gone. He manages a low moan, a shaky nod.

“mhm I thought so” she says, a self-satisfied smile on her lips. She runs her hands down his arms, feeling the hard muscles of his biceps. “You're so strong.” His breath comes in short gasps, his whole body buzzing with desire at her touch. He loves the feel of her hands on him, exploring every inch of his skin. He feels like he's being worshipped, like she's taking her time to memorize his body. It's overwhelming and incredible all at once."So powerful," she whispers, her hands sliding down his sides. “So strong and yet so helpless under me” He moans at her words, his body arching into hers. She's right, he is helpless. Completely at her mercy. And he loves it. He loves surrendering to her, letting her take him apart piece by piece.

"Im gonna cum" its all he maneges to say

His words send a thrill through her, knowing that she's driving him that wild. She rides him harder, her movements more frantic, wanting to bring him over the edge. "Come for me Viperion" she whispers, her mouth finding his ear

Her words are like a switch, flipping something in his brain. He's so close, teetering on the edge of release. Hearing her give him permission, letting him know that she wants it as much as he does, is enough to push him over. He gasps and moans, his body arching off the bed as he comes undone. He grips her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as his body trembles with pleasure. "Marinette," he gasps, his voice hoarse. "God, you're amazing." She slows down, letting him ride out the aftershocks, her fingers tracing soothing lines across his chest.

He's completely spent, his body boneless and trembling. He feels like he's been taken completely apart and put back together again, like he's been turned inside out. It's incredible and overwhelming all at once. He looks up at her, his eyes hazy with afterglow.

He reaches up and pulls her to him, wanting to feel her skin against his. He holds her tight, burying his face in her hair and inhaling the scent of her. "You're incredible," he whispers, his words muffled by her hair. "I've never felt anything like that before."

"Oh so you dont have a girlfriend?" She says

He laughs. "Not right now," he says, his voice still a little breathless. "Why, are you jealous?"

"Mmm no i was just curious i always had the impression that you and ladybug where a thing" she says teasing him

He smiles "Wha-no, definitely not Why, did you think we were a thing?""

"I mean, you're always together and she always has those... looks towards you. It just seemed like there was something going on." She responds

He laughs again, a slightly sheepish look on his face. "Yeah, I guess we do spend a lot of time together," he says. "We're just partners, y'know? We work together. Nothing's going on between us, I promise, she is really pretty tough " he teases her back She laughs. "I know she is" she says, swatting his chest playfully. "No need to rub it in"

He grins, catching her hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "Jealous, huh?" he asks, kissing each of her knuckles. "Maybe a little" she admits, feeling a flutter in her chest at his touch. "I do wonder how often you've seen her with her suit off"

He lets out a soft noise, somewhere between a laugh and a moan. "That's not a fair question," he says, his lips still against her knuckles. She smirks. "Oh, so you do.. have seen her with her suit off, huh?" she teases, a mischievous look in her eyes. He laughs again, a look of fond exasperation on his face. "Okay listen," he says, sitting up and taking both her hands in his. "We've been through a lot together, Ladybug and I. And yes, there have been one or two occasions where... well..." He trails off, his cheeks darkening slightly Her eyes widen slightly, her heart skipping a beat. "One or two occasions where what...?" she asks, her voice dropping to a whisper.

His cheeks darken even more at her question, his eyes darting to the side. "Well," he says, his voice hesitant. "There have been one or two occasions where things just... got heated, you know? It's not like we're together or anything, but there have been a few times where we just... let things get out of hand." "oh really? and was she good?" she asked while getting off him and laying down by his side on the bed, He lets out a small groan, feeling the loss of her weight on him. "Yes," he says, his voice low. "She was... incredible." He looks over at her.

"Mmmm I wonder if she does the same with Chat Noir" she says while smiling knowing the comment will make him jelous He groans again, "She better not be doing anything with that masked cat she is too much of a woman for him" he says and grins She laughs, knowing the comment is doing exactly what she wanted. She moves closer to him, pressing her body against his. "But he's cute, isn't he?" she asks, teasing.

"Yeah, yeah, the dumbass is handsome, I'll admit that," he grumbles, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. "But he's also a giant pain in the ass sometimes" She laughs again, enjoying the way he's holding her. "I think you're just jealous," she teases, resting her head on his chest.

"Mmm no I'm not the jealous type" his says with a smirk on his face while leaning on his hand

She places a hand on his chest, her fingers trailing down his torso, teasingly. "oh really?" she asks He swallows, his eyes following the movement of her hand down his chest. He can tell she's trying to provoke a reaction from him, and he can feel his body responding to her touch. "yeah," he says, attempting to keep his voice steady. "to prove that, now you tell me is there somebody on your life?" he says playfully

She laughs, loving how easy it is to get a rise out of him. "I do have someone I like, yes," she says, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper .He raises an eyebrow, feeling a pang of jealousy in his chest. "Oh really? And who might that be?" he asks. "His name is Luka," she says, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. She looks up at him, a small smile on her lips. "He's handsome and confident, and he makes me feel things I've never felt before." His heart raises at the mention of his own name, . "Luka, huh?" he says, trying to keep his voice casual. "And he makes you feel things you've never felt before, you say?" "Yeah," she says, her eyes drifting back down to his chest. "He's just... different. The way he looks at me, the way he touches me.." She trails off, her voice low and suggestive.

He swallows, the images her words are conjuring in his head almost too much to handle. "so is he kinda like your boyfriend?" he says, his voice a little hoarse. "Yes he is my boyfriend" she says, her fingers tracing a line down to his stomach, teasing him. "But he is not the jelous kind either." she says, a hint of a smirk on her lips. He fights back a noise as her fingers trail over his stomach. "so He doesn't mind you spending the night with other guys?" viperion says

"its not like i go around fucking every guy i see you know" she says, leaning closer to him, her breath warm against his skin. He shivers, the feeling of her breath on his skin sending a jolt through his body "then why are you in a bed with me?" she looks up at him with a smirk "well, you just happen to be my only exception" she says, and leans closer to him, her lips almost touching his.

He swallows, his heart racing as her lips hover just millimeters from his. He wants to close the distance between them, to take her in his arms and kiss her breathless, but he's also still trying to hold onto his composure. "your only exception, huh?" he says, his voice low and rough. "and what makes me so special?"

"because ever since i saw your picture on the news I've been fantasizing about you " she whispers against his lips. Her hand trailing down to his waist before pulling his hips closer to her.His breath hitches at her words, a wave of desire crashing over him as her hand pulls him closer. He can feel the heat radiating off her body, the heat of her skin through her suit. "you've been... fantasizing about me?" he asks, his voice low and breathless.

"Oh hell yes, all the time, multiple times a day." she says without embarrassment, her nose touching his.He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her even closer. "And what exactly have you been fantasizing about me doing to you?" he whispers, his mouth hovering just above hers. "well we already did some" she says, running a hand through his hair. "but there is one really frecuent on my dreams"

He shivers at her touch, his eyes darkening with lust. "Yeah?" he says, his voice huskier than usual. "What might that be?" "hmmm you want to know?" she says, a smirk playing on her lips as her hand slowly moves from his hair to his neck. "God, yes, I want to know" he whispers, his pulse racing under her touch. "Please, tell me." "Mmm i always dream about you eating me out" she teases him, her fingers tracing his collarbone "you look like you are really good at it" He groans, her words sending a jolt of desire straight to his groin. "Fuck," he gasps, his hands tightening on her hips. "you like that idea, huh?" she ask, leaning closer to him until their lips are almost touching again, her voice still low and sultry "like the idea of your mouth on me?"

"Yes," he gasps, his body aching with want. "God yes, I want that so bad. I want to taste you, feel you, make you scream." She lets out a moan, her legs instinctively straddling his waist as his words wash over her. "mmm you are very good with your words" she says "I'm even better with my tongue," he growls, his hands moving to her thighs, gripping the soft flesh possessively. Her breath hitches at his words, her body arching towards him instinctively. "I bet you are" she says, her eyes locked on his.

He smiles, his eyes dark with desire. "Wanna find out?" he asks, his lips mere millimeters from hers, his hands caressing her thighs, trailing up to the curve of her hips. "Or should I keep teasing you?" She lets out a small whine, her hips instinctively moving against his hands at the touch. "mmm, as much as I love the teasing..." she says, her voice breathless, "I would really like to find out"

He grins, his hands gripping her thighs more firmly. "As you wish," he says as he moves himself down on her naked body She moans, her body arching towards him as he moves down her body, her hands tangling in his hair. She feels his lips on her stomach, his breath warm on her skin, and she can't help but gasp and shiver in anticipation.

He reaches the apex of her thighs and smirks, looking up into her face. "Is this what you've been dreaming about, princess?" he asks, his voice low and roughened with desire "mmm yes," she gasps, her legs shaking as she feels his breath on her most sensitive skin. "so many times, in so many ways.." she manages to say through her moans He chuckles, loving the effect he has on her. "Well then," he says, his hands gripping her hips, "I think it's time to make some dreams come true" She moans again and bites her lip while she looks down at him He holds her gaze as he lowers his head, his tongue tasting her for the first time. He closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of her on his tongue, the way she writhe beneath him, the soft sounds of her gasps and moans. He finds her sweet spot and starts circling it with his tongue, teasing with slow, steady motions. She moans louder, arching towards him, her hands gripping his hair tightly as pleasure shoots through her body. "oh god, oh god, yes, just like that," she gasps, her breathing ragged and uneven. Her body is trembling, her heart is racing, and she can barely form the words to tell him how good it feels.

He smiles against her, his tongue moving faster, harder, more insistent, wanting to drive her over the edge with pleasure. He can feel her body responding to his touch, her gasps and moans becoming more and more frantic. He loves the way she responds to him, the way her body moves under his mouth. He could do this all night, listening to her breathless gasps, feeling her body quiver under him. But he also wants to see her completely come apart "Mmm you taste so good" he says looking up at her

She moans loudly, her whole body arching towards him. "Y-you're so good at this," she gasps out, her fingers tangling in his hair again. The sound of her panting, the feel of her body squirming beneath him, the taste of her on his tongue, all of it makes him feel like he's in a fever dream. "And we're just getting started," he says before going back to his task, his tongue moving more insistently now, trying to draw out as much pleasure as possible. She's lost in the sensations he's creating, her mind a blur of pleasure and need. She's not even sure what sounds are coming out of her mouth anymore, but she doesn't care. All that matters is him and the way he's making her feel. "Oh god, yes, please, don't stop," she manages to gasp out between moans.

He has no intention of stopping. Her cries and gasps are driving him crazy, and he wants to hear more, he wants to make her feel even better. He increases the pressure, his tongue working expertly, alternating between fast and slow, gentle and insistent. then he moves one of his long fingers into her She cries out louder at the new sensation, her hands clinging to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her body is on fire, her mind is reeling from the pleasure he's giving her. "Fuck yes"

He groans at the feeling of her nails on his skin, the sting adding to the pleasure. "That's it princess, let go for me" he says, his voice thick with desire Her body tenses under him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Oh god, ohh god yes," she gasps, her body shaking with pleasure, "I'm so close, don't stop, don't stop oh god" He doubles down, his tongue and finger moving in perfect sync, his free hand gripping her hip to keep her still. "Come for me, princess," he growls, his voice rough

That's all it takes to send her over the edge. She throws her head back, her body arching as the climax washes over her. She's dizzy with pleasure, her mind a blur of sensation. She can't speak, can't think, can only feel the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

She gasps for air as the pleasure slowly subsides, her body going limp under him, her legs quivering. "Holy..." she gasps

But he is not stoping

He continues his assault on her oversensitive body. "W-wait," she gasps out, her hands weakly pushing at his shoulders. "It's too much, I can't take it."

"Yes you can," he says, his voice low and rough. "Just a little longer." He doesn't give her time to protest, going back to his task with renewed fervor. "I want to see you come again, princess"

She moans again, her body tensing under his. She's so sensitive now, every touch feels like electricity coursing through her body. "shit," she gasps, her hands gripping the sheets, clawing at the fabric. She's not sure if she can take it, but she doesn't want him to stop either He grins against her, loving the way she responds to him, how she's so sensitive now she's on the border of begging him to stop and begging him to keep going. "You're doing so well, princess," he murmurs, his tongue never stopping, " just a little more"

Her body is jerking under him, her moans turning into helpless gasps. She's on the edge again, her body almost overwhelmed by the pleasure he's giving her. "please... please... I can't..." she gasps out, not even sure what she's begging for. He moans against her, loving the way her body is responding to him, how she's so lost in pleasure she can't even speak. "Just let go for me, princess," he murmurs, his tongue working faster," come for me again" She's so close to the edge, she can feel it building, her body tensing as the pressure mounts. "fuck fuck fuck" she gasps out, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

He groans at her words, the feeling of her nails on his skin driving him wild. he growls, his tongue and fingers moving faster, harder, his body pressed against hers She's so close now, her body on the verge of exploding. "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna-" she gasps out, her words cut off by her squirting as the second orgasm washes over her. He moans against her as he feels her squiring all over him, loving the way she trembles and gasps , how her body is surrendering completely to the pleasure he's giving her. "Fuck" he says, his voice low and raspy as he moves up from between her legs. "i can believe i just made you squirt" he says as he licks his fingers

She's laying on the bed, limp and boneless, trying to catch her breath. "i knew you would be really good at that," she gasps out, her voice shaking.

He looks down at her, satisfaction written all over his face. "Glad I lived up to your expectations," he says, grinning. He lays down next to her, pulling her into his arms. "i bet luka has never done that to you" he says playfully

She laughs weakly, nestling against his chest, feeling too blissed out to even get into the teasing. "No, he hasn't," she admits, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.He chuckles, loving the way she feels against him, all soft and warm. "Well then," he says, "consider that yet another thing I'm better at than your boyfriend."

She laugh at the sarcastic comment He grins, enjoying the roleplay . He pulls her closer, his hand tracing up and down her back. "So," he says, "does that mean I'm your favorite hero now?" "Mmm totally" she says, her hand trailing down his stomach.He shivers at her touch, his body reacting to her even though they just finished. "I'm flattered," he says, keeping his voice casual even though her touch is making him want her again.

"you should be," she says, her hand moving lower, her lips brushing his neck, "i take my hero adoration very seriously." He groans, tilting his head to give her more access to his neck. "I can tell," he says, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. "You're clearly a very dedicated fan."

"i do have a particular affinity for reptile heroes," she says, nipping at his pulse point, "especially the ones that can use their tongues so well" He moans at her words, loving the way her lips feel on his skin. "That seems very specific," he says, his hands roaming over her back, down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips. "mmm very specific. and you ticked all the marks" she says, her lips moving up to his ear, her tongue tracing his earlobe He shivers at the feeling of her lips on his ear, her tongue sending a jolt of desire through him. "I'm honored to meet such high standards," he says, his hands roaming lower, squeezing her hips. "oh you're far exceeding my standards," she says, her breath warm against his ear. she is getting sleepy and he can tell.

He can feel her body relaxing into his, her breathing becoming slower and deeper. "Tired, princess?" he asks, running his fingers through her hair. "yes," she mumbles into his chest, "you wore me out, hero." He chuckles at her words, his arms tightening around her. "I guess my job here is done," he says, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "mhm yes, job well done," she says, her eyes already closed, "definitely five stars in the hero-service industry"

He grins at that, loving the way she teases him. "I'll be sure to put that on my hero resume," he says, his hand tracing up and down her back."you should. you've earned it" she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "i might even write you a stellar review"

He laughs softly, loving the way she's dozing off in his arms. "I look forward to it," he says, running his fingers through her hair again. "But for now, get some rest, princess. You need it after all the hero-ing I did to you." She makes a small noise of agreement, snuggling closer to him, her body relaxing completely. "mmm goodnight, viperion" He smiles at her sleepy words, feeling a sense of contentment settle over him. "Goodnight, princess," he whispers, holding her close. He watches as her breathing evens out and she drifts off to sleep, feeling a strange sense of protectiveness and affection.

He continues to hold her, his fingers tracing small patterns on her back. He doesn't want to sleep yet, wants to stay awake and memorize the feeling of her in his arms, the sound of her breathing, the way her hair feels against his skin.He detransforms and starts trying to go to sleep aswell

He closes his eyes, his mind replaying the events of the night they had never done anything like this before, the way she responded to him, the way she made him feel. It was overwhelming and intoxicating to play those roles.

The feeling of her body against his, her touch on his skin, the sounds she made when he touched her... he was already looking forward to doing it again. He pulled her closer to him and finally drifted off to sleep.

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Lets talk about the London special trailer

Disney channel France released the trailer for the London special, lets dive in and see what's happening. I know TF1 also released another trailer but I want the majority of the special to be a surprise, so I'm just going to analyze one. I'm gonna try to piece together what parts of the trailer are in order, the first being of course Ladybug traveling to London with a very sad look on her face. The London special takes place in the season 5 finale, right after Monarch used the miraculous to make a wish , so of course she feels very troubled on account of that she just witnessed a lot of dark secrets unfold within the Agreste family, during her battle against Monarch at the Agreste mansion.

To top it all off, she even watched in horror as Gabriel chose to die to bring back Nathalie who we saw healthy and alive at the end of the season 5 finale, sitting alongside Amelie.

At this point in the London trailer, Ladybug is aware that Adrien needs to know his father is dead, but this reality will of course be very difficult for Ladybug to say and for Adrien to hear, since he has essentially now lost both his parents. Worst of all, Ladybug knows she cannot comfort Adrien as his girlfriend while she is still Ladybug, and must refrain from showing him too much emotion otherwise she will risk exposing her true identity.

Unfortunately, Adrien was just one part of the aftermath she has to confront, she also has to deal with the public who will of course find out on their own that Monarch is gone from his inactivity alone and will be needing some kind of answer to prevent them from trying to dig on their own about what really went on between Ladybug and Monarch's fight, especially once the entire world finds out that Gabriel Agreste had also gone missing the day Ladybug faced Monarch.

Marinette knows she cannot tell the public Gabriel was Monarch because the consequences from that truth alone would very quickly turn into a violent backlash against Adrien, who had no fault in his fathers choice to be the villain of Paris. She alone is fully aware there are people out there who will not listen to reason as many are already willing to turn against her alone, spreading misinformation and unnecessary hate about her ("Reunion").

Although many people close to Adrien know he would never try to harm anyone the way his father did, the pain and trauma Gabriel inflicted on so many citizens when he was Monarch, will of course leave some people more than willing to find someone to blame for his actions, and the closest to attack will be Adrien if they ever learn of Monarchs identity.

Gabriel left a great burden to Marinette when he asked her not to let Adrien find out he was Monarch, and as much as Marinette hated being asked to carry such a burden, Gabriel knew he left her no other choice, he knew Marinette's love for Adrien could be used to his advantage and force her to keep his identity a secret if she ever wanted to spare Adrien of the pain and consequences that would follow after he was gone.

Next we have what we can easily conclude is the antagonist of the special, this ghost looking person. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say this is not Lila despite seeing them in Lila's hideout, the reason being is because at the end of the season 5 finale, we saw Lila in her lair caught by surprise as a bright light suddenly appeared behind her, whatever that light was must have been from this ghost person who did something to Lila.

We don't know who this ghost person is yet, but they know Marinette is Ladybug, knowing exactly where she lives and that her earrings are the ladybug miraculous despite the jewels being in camouflage. In addition to taking the earrings, they also took all the other miraculous that were reconfigured into rings, what they plan to do with all that power, we still wont know until the special releases.

Regardless, whatever this person is doing, it's something that was not meant to happen in the timeline as we can see that their actions have alerted Bunnyx, who very quickly pulls Marinette into the burrow not long after Marinette realizes her earrings and the other miraculous were taken.

In the burrow, Bunnyx and Marinette watch as the various timelines in the time stream are turning black and disappearing, of course they will need to handle whatever it is that messed up the river of time in the first place, but what caused it? If the time stream could be affected by an anomaly such as Ladybug writing her real name on her gift to Adrien back in "Cat Blanc", then this could mean someone out there did something, something small, that they were not supposed to.

Unfortunately, without her earrings, Marinette can't do much against whoever took the miraculous and is now messing up the timestream, she needs the ladybug earrings. The only way she can use them while they are missing, is by borrowing them from another point in time when she wasn't using them. It's not the first time she had to borrow a miraculous from another point in time, they asked Fu from the past to let them borrow the dog miraculous in "Evolution". The only point in Marinette's life when she wasn't wearing the earrings to use in case of an emergency was in "Origins" when she wasn't ready to take on the responsibility of a hero, and that's exactly where we see her travel to in the London trailer. Back in "Origins" Marinette left the earrings in her drawer for the rest of the day, a perfect time for future Marinette to take them temporarily without alerting anyone or causing any damage to the timeline.

Well that just about covers everything in the trailer, now to wait for the official release, see you all in therapy!

[gimme-that-felix-content]

Hi! Here's a pre-"Representation" writing doodle, basically. I just wrote this really quickly last night on my phone and finished today

Just some self indulgent Felix and Kagami hurt/comfort ^^, no romance, I didn't really edit this it's just something easy for fun. If I made mistakes, no i didn't<3

(903 words)

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Felix sat curled up alongside Kagami, their shoulders pressed against each other as they both watched the sunset from the top of the London Bridge. They had been talking, but Kagami's revelation put a pause to their conversation to let Felix think.

His stomach churned, and his eyes fell off the bright line of the horizon ahead as he nervously bit his lip.

"And you're sure she won't...?" he asked, then sighed when he found himself unable to finish the question.

"Marinette is the kindest person I know," Kagami replied immediately, as if they hadn't been sitting in silence for a good ten minutes now. Her gaze, drifting along the line of the horizon until now, fell on Felix and his focused face. "Even though she can be... a lot..." Her face blushed. It wasn't like her friendship with Marinette had a spotless record. But ever since finding out that Marinette is Ladybug, Kagami had come to understand some things.

Now the silence fell again when Felix found himself emptily staring at the surface of water. Worry twisted his stomach. He absentmindedly touched his right hand, but his ring disappeared whenever he was transformed into Argos. Still, he desperately wanted to hold on to his ring right now, and so he released Duusu, the Kwami falling onto his shoulder with a sigh. His ring was right there, obviously, so there was nothing to be worried about.

"Ladybug and Chat Noir have killed numerous Sentimonsters before," he said finally, with palpable bitterness in his voice. He let out a breath he'd been holding in and wrapped his arms tighter around his knees. "How do I know I can trust them? Me. How do I trust them with knowledge that could hurt me or Adrien? How do I know they won't just try t-" He must've sounded particularly pathetic because Kagami quickly set a hand on his back.

"They never knew what we know. We just have to make her listen," said Kagami. Her other hand reached tentatively for Felix's. She didn't touch his right hand or his ring, thinking that maybe he'd be more comfortable if no one else was touching him. His grip was limp in hers, his hands cold and clammy, and she squeezed in assurance. "I would trust Marinette with my life."

Felix's lips pressed into a straight line. He bowed his head, closing his eyes. Loud inhale, then exhale. He'd watched Ladybug on TV. He'd imagined himself standing in place of those Sentimonsters countless times. Was the way they were treated truly all they were? Play toys for Monarch and a mindless obstacle for Ladybug? No, they were more. They were more than what their maker thought of them, the way he treated them. Just because everyone saw them as monsters didn't mean they really were them...

"It's okay to be scared," Kagami said and hesitantly wrapped her arm around his stiff shoulders. He didn't flinch away or push her away, so she took that as an invitation and hugged him. "It's a lot."

She was nervous too. Starting with revealing to Marinette that she knew about her secret. Ending with the worry that she wouldn't take any of this well.

"At times like this I wish my father had been right and I didn't feel anything," Felix said softly into his knees.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Despite everything he'd been told throughout his life, he had always known the truth. He had always felt every little thing just like any other person. Sometimes too much. Sometimes just the knowledge of what he was felt too heavy, and now he was putting himself out there, revealing his greatest secret, because he knew he needed help. From her.

Kagami stared at him.

"You can't let your father into your head like that," she said firmly. "It's not right."

Felix recoiled slightly.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Kagami shook her head. She sat back, realizing she'd sounded too harsh. "It's just easier to listen to these thoughts because we've heard them many times, but we mustn't."

"...Yeah."

Felix's thoughts drifted to the coming days again. Kagami's idea to ask Ladybug... Marinette, for help defeating Gabriel and by extension Monarch, gave him shivers. He briefly thought he should be the one fighting, but...

His fingers absentmindedly brushed against the surface of his brooch. He thought of Red Moon. The memory squeezed his heart within his chest. He had sworn to himself to never make a Sentimonster out of hatred. But that was all he would ever feel towards Adrien's father. He wouldn't create another person made only to feel those emotions and use them to destroy.

"...Fine," Felix said with a heavy chest. "I agree to your plan."

He finally lifted his head. The evening breeze coming from the river blew right in his face, and it worked like a cold compress against his heated, exhausted mind. Looking left and right, he realized the sun had long dipped beyond the horizon, and the sky was now a calming, dark shade of navy, turning to black.

"We missed the sunset," he said.

Kagami stood up and pulled him up to his feet. He grabbed her with his right hand.

"You'll have a thousand more to enjoy," she said, and he took it like a promise. They would find a way to ask Ladybug for help, and maybe it would all be okay.

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yayy thank you for reading. I completely forgot about Duusu here lmfao sowwy girl I will include you next time if it comes -.-

I also really struggle writing Kagami but whateverrr

[mochinek0]

Unexpected Angel (2/4)

First

Marinette chugged the rest of her coffee, the moment she spotted Carrie by her desk. She threw the cup away and sighed.

Carrie smiled, "There you are. Here I was thinking that you left early. You're late coming back for lunch."

"Actually, I'm five minutes early." Marinette pointed out.

Carrie glared at her, "Copy all these papers and make sure there are at least twenty-five pages each. You should be able to do that in three hours, right?" and walked away.

Marinette looked at the stack of papers. There were at least fifty pages. Sure, she could do that and get it done in three hours, but she also had to finish a design by the time she clocked out of work today. Her boss was counting on her. They needed to start on the samples next week, if it was approved. Mairnette sat down at her desk and looked at the designs. The color green caught her eye. It reminded her of the stranger from the café.

'That place is survival of the fittest.'

Marinette looked between her design and the stack of paper. She smiled and turned towards the deisgn.

'Sorry, Carrie.'

Carrie smiled as she approached the new girl's desk. She expected to find her buried and scrambling to get the papers in order. Instead, she found her sitting at her desk and humming.

"Where are my papers?" she cried, "Did you leave them at the machine again?"

"They are right here." Marinette smiled, "Right where you left them."

"I told you to do them!" Carrie screamed, "There's a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Then, you should get to it." Mari replied, "I can't imagine not having the correct information for a meeting. That sounds really important."

"You little bitch!" Carrie shouted, slapping Marinette.

Marinette just smiled at the vindictive lady, "Sorry, but I have my own job to do. I don't have time to do your job. What have you been doing for the last three hours? So much wasted time. I mean, is your job that hard that your can't copy papers? You've been at this for five years. No offense, but I don't want to be you in five years. Better get started, you have an important meeting in.....ten minutes."

Carrie snarled, grabbed the papers, and hurried away.

To say that Carrie was upset was an understatement. Her boss had yelled at her when the meeting was over. She had managed to print the first eight pages, but she was left entering and exiting the meeting to grab the other hot off the press. To top it off, she watched her boss praise Marinette.

"I knew I could count on you, Marinette." their boss spoke, "You had some difficulty this past month, but you have improved."

Marinette simply smiled, "Thank you for your kind words. I just....had to really focus on my work and not worry about other things."

Carried stomped out of Wayne Enterprise after that. All weekend she planned. She was going to leave her work with Mairnette and leave work as if she was sick, saying Marinette volunteered to do her work. If that didn't work, it wouldn't be her fault if her coffee accidentally spilled all over Marinette's desk. If the new girl was a better employee, her desk would be clean. Maybe it would help her with her time management skills. She was going to make Marinette miserable next week, as payback for making her look stupid in front of her boss.

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[mc-lukanette]

"Clear as a music note, sincere as a melody. You've been the song stuck in my head since the day we first met."

Luka meant every word of it. He hadn't known Marinette for long but he knew people. Whether one called it intuition, a sixth sense, or nothing more than a "feeling," he didn't care. Marinette was a special girl and anyone who didn't know didn't understand her. It was the way she talked, the way she laughed, and even the way she was constantly stumbling over herself because she cared so much about others.

He felt it in her designs and had seen the process himself, how she would sit in the same spot for hours until someone snapped her out of it. He wore his Kitty Section costume proudly because of it and swore that it made him play better, just by having a piece of her with him.

That was all he needed, as far as he was concerned. Whether she loved him or not was irrelevant, and he only confessed at all in the first place because he wanted to alleviate whatever doubts she'd had. He was just happy to know her and to be called her friend.

She looked so beautiful against the colorful stage lights too. Had he not needed to leave, he might've told her so. He only hoped she wouldn't run off to let them take all the credit if there were any interviews afterward. She was just as big a part of the band as he was.

He smiled and released her shoulder, turning around to face the stage where he was set to play with the others. He took one step, two steps—

and then his wrist was snagged, pulling him back. He tried to keep his balance, especially as another hand grabbed at his jacket to bring him downwards. Everything was happening too fast, his vision only able to register the blur that was Marinette's face coming towards him.

Heat flooded his system as her lips came into contact with his skin, just to the side of his mouth. She'd kissed him on the cheek before, but that had come off entirely friendly as opposed to the one she'd given him now.

"Worse" still was that he knew she'd missed her intended target in her rush, which was definitely not his cheek.

It was over too soon, but he registered the voices behind him calling him to the stage as Marinette let him go and pulled away. Despite the bold move, she looked away sheepishly and cleared her throat, her blush obvious even in the lighting.

"U-um... good luck?" she said, giving him a fluttery wave.

His shoes felt like they were filled with very selective lead, keeping him firmly in place unless he was moving towards her specifically. Alas, his bandmates were still calling and not going would've ruined all the effort Marinette had put into getting them to this point.

Thus, he turned - for real this time - and went to set up with the others.

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Luka somehow managed to concentrate throughout the entire performance. The nice thing about his Kitty Section mask was that he could look around freely without being noticed, particularly at the siren of a girl standing in the background watching his every move. Her fingers were steepled in front of her mouth, making it hard to gauge her exact expression, but her eyes never left his.

Each note he played felt like a pleasant shock through his body, a positive feedback loop that kept going throughout the whole song. It'd happened before when he was in a good mood, playing his feelings through the strings, but not like this.

Not after being kissed by the one he was in love with, and not on a stage where the energy surrounding him was so high. Whenever he turned to the other bandmates, they were staring at him in bewilderment, but not in any bad way. He wasn't overshadowing them or throwing off the song, he was just more of what was already there, and the stage crew was getting into it.

It was fantastic.

By the time everything was over and the recording was done, there was nothing stopping him anymore. He wordlessly passed his guitar to a confused Rose, then walked off the stage, past the crew, and past a reporter who had snuck in and was asking him questions he didn't bother listening to. He pushed his mask up and took a straight path directly towards Marinette, who was bouncing from the thrill of the moment.

"That was incredible, Luka!" she squealed. "It sounded even better than in the video! People are going to love it, I—"

He grabbed her face and kissed her. It momentarily occurred to him that he could've said something romantic like, "I only played so well because you were there," which was true, but kissing her the way she'd tried to kiss him seemed like a far more appropriate response to what she'd done.

It felt equivalent to getting to play a song she'd written just for him, which was almost a shame. Had he known she could've made noises like she was just by him kissing her, he would've suggested a different type of song for the music video.

There was a shriek in the background that was probably Rose, which he paid no mind to. He broke the kiss, but remained hunched over to Marinette's level, still holding her blushing face and cherishing the warmth against his palms.

"Did you love it?" he asked quietly, stroking her cheeks. "That's all I care about."

Her voice had raised an octave when she replied, "O-of course? I said it was incredible! I love you—it! A lot!"

She managed to fit her hands between his, covering her face with an embarrassed whine. He sighed blissfully, dropping his hands to wrap his arms around her and bury his face into her shoulder.

"I can't believe you tried to kiss me," he began, then added even though he could've left it at that, "right before I had to go on stage."

"Sorry," came the muffled apology behind her hands, though he smirked when he caught the hint of not actually being sorry in her voice. She returned his embrace, squeezing and shaking a little as she whispered, "I should've done it sooner."

When Luka had thought just a few minutes ago that he would've been perfectly happy just getting to know Marinette and be her friend, he meant it, but he wasn't about to complain about being thrice as perfectly happy either.