#ladybug x y/n

[frickingnerd]

secretly making out with chat noir

pairing: adrien agreste / chat noir x gn!reader

summary: your secret make out session with your superhero boyfriend gets cut short due to an akuma attack...

tags: secret relationship, secret make out session, clingy!reader, wholesome fluff, bits of angst (chat having to leave too soon)

“please don't stop… don't go yet!”

you were clinging onto your boyfriend, who had just pulled away from your lips after a few minutes of making out. the only few minutes of the day you even got to be with him!

“i have to. you know that…”

it pained chat to leave you already. he just got to see you again, when time was already up again. you both knew it would be like this. secretly dating a superhero wouldn't be easy. but every time you had to say goodbye hurt.

“just one more minute…”

you tried to bargain with chat, but he had to keep strong. he wanted to spend all the time in the world with you, but he knew he had to go again.

“i promise you, i'll make it up to you!”

he pressed a quick kiss onto your lips, before hopping out of the alley you two were hiding in, leaving you wondering when you got to see him again…

[cyberels]

later, loser.ᐟ ᯓ★

˗ˋˏ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ-

☆ ellie discovers the quickest way to get a girl underneath her

daily click! palestine masterpost

☆: sometimes i start writing without a plot in mind to get myself out of a funk and and and this is what i came up w lol so sorry if it’s doodoo ass

☆ warnings -> mention of blood, injuries, all that good shit that comes with skateboarding, probably really inaccurate skating talk, drugs, tbh probably really bad writing but bare with me here, no concept of stranger danger from reader when she sees a hot girl (ellie) for plot reasons lol

☆ skaterboarder!ellie yayyy she wears glasses because i said so &&&&& also ellie works at a vinyl shop and reader works at a bakery :)

☆ ☆ ellies playlist! ☆ ☆

u don’t have to listen but i made it to listen while i write and i thought it’d be fun to add

my masterlist

ellie was no stranger to making mistakes, she’s human, it happens… however, she usually doesn’t make this many stupid choices within the span of one single hour.

today, ellie was running late.

mistake number one.

she practically flew out of the door and hopped on her board, mumbling a half assed apology to her neighbor who she accidentally shoulder checked on her way out when she put on her headphones.

she’s probably going way too fast, but she’s been skateboarding for years, she can handle it. she still has the penny boards that she started skating on when she was 12 hanging up in her living room, right beside some of her other boards she’s had since then that she’s either destroyed or replaced. she weaved in and out of the people walking practically effortlessly, not caring if she was pissing anyone off, they’d live. she’d never have to see them again, anyways.

she opened her phone to turn on her music.

you, on the other hand, were taking your time; you had a good while until you had to be at work. you’ve created a habit of looking for ladybugs in the bushes outside your apartment complex after you noticed that the plant is home to many of the little insects. usually you just glance at the plant as you pass by, but today, you fully stopped to look.

unfortunately, you were unaware of ellie being just feet away from you.

guess you’re no stranger to mistakes, either.

granted, ellie would have had enough time to stop… if she was paying attention.

which she was not.

mistake number two.

you hear a string of curse words behind you. you barely manage to turn around before you’re pushed into the bushes by a girl who promptly lands on top of you. her skateboard rolled away pathetically. it’s almost like it was embarrassed, too.

if there had been any ladybugs, they were definitely squashed now.

you open your eyes slowly to find the other girl hovering just above you. her necklace dangles temptingly close to your lips as she pushes herself up. she's still on top of you, her face just inches away from yours. she blinks a few times, slowly taking in the situation. she seems lost in thought, the wheels in her head turning painstakingly slowly as she tries to comprehend what's happening and her part in it.

she’s taking way too long to get off of you, though, which only serves to frustrate you more.

“hellooo? can you get up?” you mumble through gritted teeth to the girl above you, turning your head to the side to avoid her gaze.

in hindsight, you probably should’ve asked if she was okay, but right now all you wanted to do was get up and pretend like this never happened.

you don’t even want to know how many people saw you fall.

“oh— oh fuck.” ellie stuttered, taking one last glance at you before she moved herself onto the sidewalk, not finding the strength to stand up fully just yet.

she grabbed her headphones that had been flung off in the impact. small scrapes lined the side of them, but at least they probably still worked. she put them around her neck, letting her head fall back in her hands. she took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on her emotions and the situation.

you sigh as you get up, and ellie can tell you’re mad based solely on how the exhale of air sounded.

“uh… you good?” you ask after an uncomfortable pause, eyeing the other girl. it was obvious you didn’t really care, but at least you tried to be polite.

you were still taking your time collecting yourself, brushing leaves out of your hair and wiping blood from your hands onto your jeans (thank god you wore black jeans today). you were definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but other than your scraped up hands, you were fine.

just really pissed off.

ellie looked up at you and then immediately looked back down, running her hands over her face once more. “yeah, i’m… good.”

you roll your eyes as you hold your hand (the one with the least amount of scrapes) out towards ellie, offering to pull her up. you can't help but feel pity as she sits on the sidewalk. not in a sympathizing way, but more of a "damn, this girl looks pathetic" way. she hesitates for a second, but then grabs your hand and smiles weakly.

“thanks.”

as much as you know that this situation partially is your fault, you’re still annoyed. you had spent so long getting ready today just to have some idiot push you into dirt.

when you speak again, your words come out harsher than you intended… not that you minded. “yeah. watch where you’re fucking going next time.”

ouch.

okay, maybe (keyword: maybe) ellie had caused the worst part of this, but she wasn’t going to sit here and take you blatantly being rude when you’re just as much to blame as she is. “maybe if you didn’t think you owned the sidewalk, i wouldn't have ran into you.”

you reach down beside you and grab her, now shattered, phone and her (also shattered) glasses. you raise your eyebrows as you look over the broken screen.

“maybe if you were paying attention.” you pause, wiggling the phone in front of her face. “you would’ve realized i stopped walking.”

she snatched her things back, she didn’t have a comeback for that.

her phone was fucked… usable, but the screen was shattered so badly that if she scrolled on it she’d probably slice open her thumb. small price to pay, she figures.

it’s not like she’s gonna buy a new one… but she would have to cough up the money for new glasses, though. damn it.

“why the hell did you stop walking anyways?”

you hesitate, looking back at the bush sheepishly, vaguely gesturing towards it as you speak again. “i— not that it’s any of your business— i wanted to see if there were any ladybugs on the leaves.”

“…oh.”

well now ellie just feels like a dickhead, because that’s actually really cute. that was not the answer she was expecting.

you continue looking away and ellie sighs, attempting to push past you to grab her skateboard.

mistake number three.

the second she takes a step, she falls into you again, her ankle completely giving out underneath her. you catch her, your arms wrapping around her hips as you hold her up.

ellie has never wanted to die more than she did at this moment.

her face was literally sandwiched in between your chest. she pushed herself back, hopping slightly.

what the fuck just happened?

“oh my fucking god. i’m so sorry. i– oh fuck, this is so awkward.”

yeah, awkward was one word for it. you stare at her blankly for a moment before you kick her skateboard towards her.

you could feel her touch lingering on your body like she was still there. if your hands were just a little lower you would’ve…

“its– it’s fine. dude, are you sure you’re alright?”

you sound more like you care this time, at least.

not that you do care, or anything,

just trying to make sure she wasn’t seriously hurt.

that’s all.

“i’m fine.” it was an obvious lie, but she was preoccupied with thinking about how she was going to skate to and from work if she could barely walk… she’d have to deal with it, she decided. there wasn’t any other option for her right now, she was already late.. “i’ll be fine.”

“very convincing.” you reply, looking her up and down. “you’re not seriously about to get on that thing again, are you?”

“not that it’s any of your business, but i don’t have any other choice, i’m gonna be late to work and this is all i have to get me there.”

you narrow your eyes at her.

no way this girl was reckless and stupid.

“what? you can’t be serious… you’re still going to work? are you an idiot?”

ellie doesn't answer right away, glancing down at her skateboard for a bit. you’re right, she should call out, but she hated the prospect of missing a day of work. money had been tight, even one missed day would be hell for her and her bank account.

“you gonna give me the money i’d lose if i called out?”

you opened your mouth to reply, but she was already flying past you, very clearly having a hard time but also very clearly not caring.

“don’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk next time, dumbass!” she yelled, leaving you standing in the same spot just watching her leave.

…and kinda wishing she’d come back.

just so you could get the last word.

when you walk into work, it’s unfortunately obvious that you’re pissed off, if the way your manager immediately asks what happened as soon as you clocked in was anything to go by.

you’re thankful for the excuse to rant, though.

“god, abby, where do i even start? i literally just walked out of my apartment and some girl on a skateboard slammed into me and we both went flying into a stupid plant. got a face full of bush and not even the good kind.”

“jesus,” abby laughed, picking a leaf out of your hair. “was she hot?”

“was she hot? is that seriously all you’re gonna say?”

“...well?”

“i hate you so much… but yeah, she was.” you admit, defeat obvious in your tone. you’re well aware that this would’ve been a lot easier for you if you didn’t find the dumb skater attractive. you’d been close enough to her face to see every detail… her freckles, her eyes, her lips— damn it. you couldn’t get her out of your head.

this felt like a sick joke.

abby clapped her hands together. “this isn’t a completely bad thing! did you get her number?”

“no, abby, i didn’t get her number. i was too busy trying to get her away from me because she was stupid and annoying.”

“you’re no fun, could’ve got yourself a skater girl.” she frowned. “are you okay though?”

“you should’ve led with that question, you know?” you huff, looking at the scrapes on your palms again. “i’m fine.”

“yeah, yeah. i should’ve.” abby tosses a pastry towards you. “here, for your troubles, on the house. go sit down in the break room for a little bit, you look like a mess.”

“gonna ignore the last part. thanks, abs.”

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“jesus fucking christ.” ellie mumbled to herself, hopping off her board before she opened the door to the small vinyl store she worked at.

“late again, williams— oh. oh wow. you look like shit.” austin, the owner of the shop spoke, nudging ellie as she walked by. he was wearing a stupid smirk on his face which made ellie more aggravated.

asshole.

“real nice.” ellie grumbled, putting up her skateboard and backpack. “sorry for being late, won’t happen again, i just— some people are so stupid, you know?”

“by ‘some people’ do you mean you?” he laughed, spinning on his chair. he mocked the way ellie spoke, doing a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like her.

god, he was a 30 year old man-child, but he pays her… so… whatever. she’ll deal.

“ha-ha. good one.”

“ya gonna tell me what happened or are ya gonna leave me guessin’?”

“what happened is people don’t know how to walk anymore.” she scoffed, taking stock of the money she had to count before putting it in the drawer. “so fucking stupid.”

“by the looks of it you don’t know how to walk anymore, either. you gonna be able to work? i’m not payin’ ya to sit around, so if i need to call someone else in…”

she glared at him, trying to see if he’d explode if she stared hard enough.

he was right though, unfortunately, ellie was walking like she had just learned how to. it wasn’t the worst injury she’s ever got from skateboarding, but it was definitely inconvenient.

“yeah, i’ll be fine.” ellie snapped, shifting her weight to her good foot to avoid making her injury any worse. “jesus christ, it’s a twisted ankle. i’m not missing a limb.”

“but—“

“drop it.”

he put his hands up in mock surrender, the smirk still on his face. “oooookay, okay. whatever you say williams. you were still late though, let’s go back to talkin’ about that. what’s the count at now? is this the fifth or sixth time this month?”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. shit’s hard when you don’t have a car.” ellie sighed, punching in the numbers on her register. “i’ll do better. today was not my fault, though.”

“am i gonna have to be more strict with you? everyone else shows up on time, you know?”

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” ellie rolled her eyes, trying to focus on work and push the pain out of her mind. “everyone else has a car.”

ellie really did not like austin. his whole holier-than-thou attitude irked her to no end.

still, it beat being jobless, so she knew she shouldn’t complain.

“don’t let it happen again.”

“i won’t, i swear. i’m really sorry.”

“right, okay, i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, you alright out here?”

she bit her tongue, holding back a groan.

austin ‘going to the bathroom’ was his way of saying that he’s gonna get really fucking stoned and then sit around and do nothing all day. this was a daily occurrence, at this rate.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good.” ellie mumbled, shoving away the annoyance she felt when he walked past her.

austin was a dickhead, but he was never outright mean, not really. he just… he thought he was better than everyone. a classic ego-centric prick.

as much as she hated him, she did like having a job— and being able to afford a place to sleep at night.

“ohhh, ellie, i gave you more shifts, like you asked.” he said before he walked out, smiling at her. “take a look at the schedule when ya get the chance.”

he has to be kidding.

she’s been begging for more shifts since god knows how long ago, and he decides to give her more now? when she doesn’t even know how she’s gonna be able to make it to work?

amazing. just what she wanted!

“great.” ellie muttered, shooting him a glare even though he was already gone. “more hours that i don’t know how the hell i’m gonna get to.”

she shook her head, austin wasn’t worth getting this pissed about— especially when he did try to do what she asked.

the store was never busy in the morning, so she sat in austins chair, finally taking a second to herself. she went over her options on how this was going to go.

she could have asked dina for a ride, if dina wasn’t off on some work trip about three hours away for the next two weeks, taking her and jesses shared car with her.

terrible timing.

she’d take public transportation if it was reliable and also if she didn’t have a few bad experiences with it already.

that wasn’t really a good option.

uber was definitely not an option. she already was going to have to buy new glasses and eventually pay for her phone to get fixed, she wasn’t about to drop $50 a day on ride.

she was screwed.

nothing was working out for her right now— the universe was laughing at her, just like it always did.

she wanted to kick and scream, but that wouldn’t help anything, plus she wouldn’t be able to kick very well right now.

oh well… she’d be fine, she’d just have to push through it.

her phone buzzed in her pocket and she winced when she seen the cracked screen again, it was so wrecked that it barely let her type in her password.

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was ellie stupid for agreeing to go out of her way when she was already struggling to walk? yes.

does she care? no.

jesse was a good guy, he’s done a shit ton of favors for her, so this was the least she could do.

she’d never been to the bakery, but she always smelled it when she’d pass by, and it always looked like it’d be good. she did deserve a little treat after the day she had, anyways.

thank you jesse and jesse’s money.

when ellies shift is over, she feels so much worse than she did earlier, and austin repeating that ellie looked like shit over and over again wasn’t helping.

ugh.

“you’re a wreck, williams—“

“—goodbye austin, byeee. i’m leaving, out the door, shifts over. see you tomorrow.” she slammed the door shut, letting out a frustrated sigh as she got on her board again. “god. fuck off.”

the bakery wasn’t far, it was literally right across the street, but it felt like it was miles away to ellie. she leaned on the wall for a second to catch her breath before she walked inside.

it was a cute shop, one of those places you see on pinterest or instagram, with the led light signs and fake plants, it was actually really nice. she doesn’t know why she never came here before.

“let me know if i can help… oh god. it’s you.”

she looks over at you and she starts to wish the fall had just killed her on impact.

“please… pretend like this morning didn’t happen. i don’t want to deal with arguing right now.” ellie sighs, not giving you time to reply to her before she goes into saying her order.

she looked at your name tag as she paid, she could barely see what it said, her eyes squinting slightly as she tried to make out your name.

you scribbled little smiley faces and stars around your name, which was cuter than ellie would like to admit.

“go sit, i’ll bring your stuff to you after i box them, ‘kay?”

“i can wait here.“

“sit.”

“fine.”

she sat at one of the booths, attempting to use her phone without losing a finger. she wasn’t even paying attention to the content, just scrolling mindlessly as the memories of this morning replayed in her mind over and over again.

she was hoping to never see you again.

maybe coming here was a mistake.

“here.” you say after a few moments, placing the boxes on the table. “enjoy.”

you were being kind, but she could read behind the curtness of your tone.

you thought she was dumb. she could always tell by the way you talked to her; that look of disdain on your face.

“thanks.” she said, and then the silence took over again. it was obvious that neither of them wanted to start another conversation after the way the last one ended.

ellie couldn’t help but notice how just scraped up your hands were. you had bandages on them, but the blood that seeped through was bright red, like it was demanding to be looked at.

demanding ellie to feel bad for what she did.

damn it, she really should’ve just paid attention this morning.

would’ve saved her a lot of trouble.

she got up, sucking her teeth and hissing as she shifted her weight. she leaned on the table for balance as a few curse words left her mouth.

“god, you’re the dumbest person i’ve ever met.” you declared, confirming her suspicions.

she scoffed, trying to shake the pain away from her ankle.

man, this sucked.

“shut the hell up.” ellie snapped. “you don’t have to be so snarky, you know? i’m already dealing with the consequences of my shitty morning, you can drop the whole, ‘i’m better than you’ bullshit. if you listened earlier, you’d have known i said that i have no other choice.”

“i did listen, idiot. i don’t mean to sound like i’m trying to be better than you, okay? i’m sorry. but you seriously don’t have anyone that can help you out? do you have friends?”

“i have friends, asshole. they’re just either busy or i don’t want to inconvenience them. what’s it matter to you anyways?”

you don’t really have an answer, you’re not sure why it matters. maybe it’s because ellie looked really miserable, or maybe it’s because it had been partially your fault that she’s hurt… or maybe both. but you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt about the situation she was in.

“i have a car.”

ellie paused, looking up at you. she wasn’t sure if she heard you correctly, or if this was just some weird, shitty joke.

“okay? congratulations?”

“don’t make me spell it out.” you reply, annoyance clear in your tone. “i’m saying, you’re obviously hurt, and it’s kinda my fault, so… if you needed a ride…”

“no.”

“don’t be stubborn. look, i get it, we’re not on the best terms right now, but i can’t just let you go like this without at least offering, y’know? plus, you seem like you could use the help.”

ellie’s mind was screaming at her to accept— it was logical. you offered a ride, she needs a ride, she should accept your offer.

“i could be a serial killer for all you know. you don’t even know my name.”

“yeah, okay. you? a serial killer? i’d just run away. not like you’d be able to chase after me.”

“hey, i can run pretty damn fast, you know?” ellie hissed. if she wanted, she could definitely chase you down… but she’d rather not do that at the moment. that was probably not a great idea. “hell, i could be an axe murderer.”

“what’s your name?”

“huh?”

“are you dumb?”

“…it’s ellie.”

“‘kay, ellie, now i know your name and if you’re observant— which i doubt but i’m gonna play devils advocate— you know mine. nice to meet you. now we know each other. i’m not gonna sit here and play 21 questions, do you want me to take you to your place or not?”

“what if you kill me anyways?” she asked, she was kidding, she just wanted to piss you off.

“i am not gonna fucking— you know what, you’re annoying. never mind.”

“wait. i’m sorry.”

fuck.

maybe this whole thing about you wasn’t so bad. you were just— abrasive.

she swallowed, forcing herself to stay calm. “i’ll take a ride.”

“what’s the magic word?”

“die.” ellie hissed. “you’re not funny.”

“almost! that’s four words. do you want a hint?”

ellie stared at you blankly for a few seconds before answering. “i am not saying please.”

“you just said it.” you grinned. “look, i get off at 6:30, that’s like… 20 minutes from now, if you don’t mind waiting. i’ll come get you when i’m off, sound good?”

“yeah. that sounds good.”

this is such a bad idea.

[junnmoon]

mlb gc pt.2??

check out pt.1 !

(maripoo=marinette ,alya da coolest=alya, speakup=adrien, lukipoo=luka, ninotron=nino,and yn)

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i’ve upped my game w a texting app it kinda eats idk. also i made yn and mari neighbors bc why not also adrien is a drama queen :3

[lenacosse]

hello! can you please write tangerine x reader where he and his wife are working on the same mission without knowing it. she has ladybug as her usual partner and they have to pretend to be husband and wife. at some point, ladybug and tangerine are fighting and since ladybug wants a break from it, he’s like « wait, my wife’s coming » and when tangerine turns around its actually HIS wife

What?

pairing: tangerine x reader

cw: violence, strong language

word count: 3,842

(laughing cause this turned into the whole movie, obviously not cannon accurate but i had so much fun writing this)

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"Alright that's me," you say as you zip your suitcase, you were going out to Japan to work on a mission with Ladybug. Tangerine did not know where you were actually going, when you first started dating you didn't tell him your job because it was too dangerous and you didn't want to scare him away and when things got serious between you both you were too scared to tell him because you didn't want to jeopardise things between you both so you fabricated a seamless lie about your occupation and he didn't suspect a thing.

"Same here," replies Tangerine. You walk towards him and put on hand on his bicep the other on the side of his neck, his hands go to your waist.

"Try not to miss me too much," you tease, a playful smirk forming at the corners of your mouth.

"Same can be said for you love." Tangerine winks, you roll your eyes and lean forwards. You press your lips to his and you share a passionate kiss, one that'll leave you longing for more later on when you lay awake thinking of him.

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You arrive in Japan and instantly the whole new world amazes you, Japan was truly impressively innovative and futuristic. But you weren't here to enjoy the culture, you had a very simple mission to do, retrieve something from a train with Ladybug, what could possibly go wrong?

Ladybug answers the call from your operator for the mission, you're both given your code names. You got given Kitty- slightly humiliating you thought but you've had worse.

"Kitty?!" Ladybug complains, "I see you're playing favourites." He says to your operator.

"Oh I'd never," she responds. "Oh and also, you two are a newly wed adventurous couple who are on their honeymoon."

"Are they also complete losers?" You ask.

"indefinitely."

You both get to the train station which is bouncing with life, you walk alongside Ladybug who is talking with the operator about why exactly you two had been picked for the job, something about someone dropping out sick maybe? You weren't really listening.

"Shit." Ladybug says.

"Shit what?" You respond with a sigh, it was always something going wrong.

"I think I lost the key back there, some guy bumped into me."

"I'll get into it, what's the locker number."

"523." Replied the operator.

You get into the locker whilst Ladybug still talks about Carver, you do nothing but roll your eyes at how much he cares he wasn't a top priority for the mission. You gather the items in the locker, the pair of you put in your ear pieces and pack the little bag. You had no idea why half of the things were necessary but it really didn't matter, you were sure time would tell. There was a gun in there, which you wanted to take but your partner was on a no killing strike and wanted to become more peaceful, you thought that was ridiculous considering your jobs but his therapist had been filling his head with nonsense.

"Ladybug!" You grab his attention, ending his useless conversation. "The train.. it's about to leave."

"Oh. Let's go."

The two of you quickly shove your way onto the train, it was a very close call. Immediately you were impressed by your surrounding's, the train, even economy was borderline luxury.

"This place is nice," says Ladybug, nodding his head approvingly.

"Agreed." You respond, you both make your way down the train whilst your operator informs you both of the trains different compartments. Then she tells you what it is you're retrieving. A silver briefcase with a sticker on the handle.

"Briefcase owners are not simple to take from." Ladybug states.

"Can't say I've much experience stealing briefcases." You reply.

"The owners should be in economy class,"

"Owners? Plural. God I knew we should have taken the gun, fuck you and your therapist Ladybug." You tut.

"I was choosing spiritual enlightenment, besides there's two of us, two, hopefully, of them. We'll be fine."

You just sigh in response, the two of you continue walking where you're met with the ticket collector. You look to Ladybug who was the one in charge of the tickets, the prolonged pocket search told you everything you needed to know. You sigh once again pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Shit I think I dropped our tickets with the key,"

"Great! Fucking brilliant."

Another pocket search and Ladybug finds the receipt which the man reluctantly accepts.

"The takeaway from that is from now on I will hold onto important things, got it?"

"Fine by me." Ladybug concludes.

You both continue your walk through economy where you heard an all too familiar voice, the man who you just walked past sounded exactly like your husband. However you didn't see his face because Ladybug was blocking him, nevertheless there was no way it was him, he was on a business trip in London. Immediately that thought leaves your mind as you and Ladybug get to the luggage, you scan over the different bags.

"There's no fucking way were finding this," Ladybug scowls.

"Just did." You reply and grab the case careful of causing attention.

"Great work Kitty,"

"Hm, what's the catch?" You reply, things felt too easy.

"Just get off the train."

You both oblige and Ladybug attempts to conceal the case in his jacket, you would argue that it would only bring suspicion but your only focus was to exit. You both make your way through the different compartments again, your heart was thumping and you felt uneasy, but persevered until you stand at a door to exit.

"Ahh look, maybe my luck has increased," Ladybug says triumphally.

"God I hope so." You respond.

The train slows down and the door opens, on the other side is a very angry looking man with curly hair, a neck tattoo and a white suit. Who is looking at you with a look so intense it makes your skin crawl. Before you know it he is lunging at you and Ladybug with a knife in his hand, you gasp as he stabs Ladybug. The two of them fall back onto a glass door, shattering it and falling to the ground. But as he removes the knife it's revealed that he just got his phone, you sigh in relief and walk into the room they fell into as Ladybug stands up.

"You stabbed me?!" Cries Ladybug, it's a mere second until he lunges at him again. You watch as they fight, you look for a weapon.

You smash a champagne bottle over his head and at the same time Ladybug kicks him, making him stumble back. The comical fight between them continues, the man reveals his motive, something about you two being responsible for his wives death, which is ridiculous because it wasn't true. The man throws his knife at Ladybug who holds the briefcase up for protection, however the knife bounces back and hits the man right in the heart, killing him almost instantly.

"Well, so much for no killing." You say, as you take the knife from his chest and wipe it clean on his jacket. You put it in your pocket for later.

You help Ladybug clean up as you both attempt to figure out who he is with no luck you give up and you set him up on the seat eating a packet of nuts. Hopefully to distract from the fact he was dead, better than nothing you thought.

You and Ladybug split up, your job is to find a table and sit there for when he finds the owners of the briefcase. All the operator knew was that they were twins. Soon Ladybug comes to sit with you, telling you about how the twins aren't actually twins and how he just fought one in the quiet car.

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, we just have to get the case and leave."

"I can't just walk off they know what I look like."

"Well then, I'll get the case you try get off and I'll get past with the case, look at me no one will suspect me. You know this is a very sexist industry, but as of now it has its advantages."

You leave the other way of the train to make it back to retrieve the case whilst Lady bug works on finding a way to exit the train. You go to the place where you stashed the case, you however quickly learn it is no longer there.

"Fuck! For fuck sake. Stupid fucks must've got to it." You rant on as you practically tear apart the room looking for the case. And much to your dismay it is absolutely nowhere to be seen. You pace back and fourth trying to rack your brain on what to do- it was your only upper hand that the twins didn't know of your existence so you couldn't blow that by trying to retrieve the case of off them, you also didn't know what they looked like. Just as you're pacing you get a text message, it was from Ladybug.

'need ur help. i'm cornered.'

You sigh in dismay, but you knew you had to go and help Ladybug with this. So you work your way down the train, checking everywhere for your partner. You hear struggle in the distance so you knew you were getting closer, you brace yourself to walk in.

"Gotcha now, there's no way you're escaping you slithery bastard. Give me the case and you walk away untouched."

"For the last time we don't have the case."

"Yes you fucking do cause I ain't got it."

"Stop. My wife is coming, I don't want her to see this."

"Your wife? What sad sack is married to you."

"She's actually really hot I'll have you know." You walk in as Ladybug says that, you mentally gag.

You freeze on the spot as you see the back of the man fighting Ladybug. For some reason his hair was identical to your husband's hair, the height and build was also the same. But no... you were definitely wrong and simply overthinking. That is until he turned around and you swore you heart stopped momentarily.

"What the fuck?!!" Tangerine says.

You just stare at him as he stares at you, you had absolutely no idea what the fuck to do. How on earth has this happened? Ladybug looks between the two of you, the confusion plastered over his face.

"That's my wife. Not yours." Tangerine says, the expression on his face is unreadable, he didn't look angry.. but he wasn't happy to see you that's for sure.

Ladybug just starts laughing, clearly he doesn't believe it. But he soon stops once neither of you laugh with him. "Wait.. is this true?"

"Yes." You reply.

"You're married to this geezer?!" Tangerine says, he looked like he was going to kill someone, his fists were clenched and his breathing was quick. You couldn't help but let fear wash over you.

"No obviously not- we're on a mission." You sigh trying to find the words to explain yourself.

"I'm so fucking confused right now." Ladybug says, you glare at him and he quickly shuts up.

You lean against the counter and run your hands through your hair, Tangerine just stares at you and you get a proper look at him. He was roughed up, splattered with blood and messy hair. In any other context you'd be drooling over him.

"You're working with him to get the case?" Tangerine questions, crossing his arms.

"...yes," you awkwardly pick your nails, this whole situation was throwing you off, it felt weird between you and Tan now considering basically your whole marriage was a lie. Looking at him you wondered what else you didn't know.

"You lied to me." Tangerine walks closer to you.

"You lied to me." You narrow your eyes at him, standing up straight you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well this is fucking weird," Ladybug says, you and Tan in sync tell him to shut up, and he does.

"We can talk about this later, I need that case." You say.

"No. You're not leaving my side, there's someone else running around here, I can't have anything happening to you."

A sense of relief washes over you as you learn he doesn't completely hate you anymore. Maybe your marriage wouldn't go to crap, but there was absolutely no way you'd be staying by his side like some helpless victim.

"No. I need the case, I can protect myself. And I will, I don't need you to hold my hand."

"(Y/N).." Tan starts.

"No." He just nods in response and passes you his gun, you take it and put it into your pocket, the air is filled with deadly silence. That is until Lemon walks in.

"There you are... oh (Y/N)." Lemon says, he stops dead in his tracks and does a take back. "(Y/N)?!" His face drops and he sends an alarming look to Tangerine who just shakes his head in response.

"What the fuck?!" You look between the two men, you truly couldn't be more taken aback.

Lemon nervously laughs. "Are you enjoying Japan? We had a change of plans, you know work is so unpredictable these days." He looks to Tangerine for help, he just runs his hand over his face whilst sighing.

"She knows everything and she's working with this dickhead." He points to Ladybug who just raises his hand.

"Right... well um great," Lemon falters you found it funny how confused he was, he never was great in awkward situations.

"Okay this was interesting but we've got places to be, come on Kitty."

You take one final glance at your husband who looks extremely stumped and Lemon who just looks puzzled, you weren't sure how the rest of this mission would go but you just knew you couldn't wait for it to be over.

You leave with Ladybug to go find the case again and leave the train, you knew Tangerine would be fine so you felt confident in your decision to leave him. Besides you had a mission to carry out and that you were going to do.

"How come I didn't know you were married?"

You sigh. "Because it is private information, I didn't want to put him in danger."

"He seems lovely.." Ladybug says, the sarcasm dripping off his words.

"He is lovely, you don't know him."

"Neither do you- he's an assassin and you had no idea."

"Shut up. We just need to get the case and get off this stupid fucking train."

You both make it to the first class longue and there the case is, back in its original spot. "That was not there when I looked." You furrowed your brows.

"You mustn't've looked properly."

"I fucking did, ripped the whole place apart."

Before you knew it you were in yet another fight, the Hornet lunged at you making you fall onto the table, you hit her over the head with the case allowing you to get up. It was a messy fight, arms and legs flying around. But here you are with a venomous needle inching towards you throat, you flip her onto her back and pry the needle out of her hand. You inject it into her neck and watch her face drop.

"Being killed by your own methods, that's dark." You watch as blood pours out of her eyes and her throat starts to close over, her struggled gasping and choking fills the area. You get up and watch as she dies, withering in pain.

"Fuck that was close." Ladybug sighs.

"Come on, we need to go."

The two of you make your way back through the train and down to economy. That's where you see Tangerine standing pointing a gun at a girl in pink with a bob. His expression is devasting yet full of a rage you've never seen in your life, it makes your stomach drop. Something has happened. You quicken your pace, Tangerine sees you and lowers the gun.

"What happened?" You ask, he looked borderline psychotic.

"Lemon, she." He points the gun at her, "killed Lemon."

You face drops and you look back to Ladybug.

"He's lying! Please help me, please." The girl pleads. You turn to her and punch her square in the face, knocking her back into the chairs. You punch her again in the throat, the move makes her blackout and you turn back to your husband.

"Fuck this job we need to get off this train."

Ladybug grabs the case and you three walk back the opposite way, ready to exist. Your mind is fuzzy and your head hurts, there's no way Lemon is dead, that reality devasts you. Lemon was like a brother to you, it broke your heart knowing things would never be the same. As you walk out of the train Ladybug doesn't follow you and Tangerine.

"Ladybug?" You look back to see him struggling against the girl in pink. "For fuck sake!"

"Just leave him, come on."

"No. I can't leave him. We need to help him." You walk back onto the train, Tangerine following you.

With much struggle you get the girl in pink on the ground, using zip ties you found in her bag you tie her hands together and force her into the seat. The four of you sit waiting for the next stop. No one uttering a word. A man comes to sit at the table next to you four, he immediately recognises the girl, she tells him his son is dead, his grandson next, yet he was one step ahead of her, so she sits useless and defeated, a look of triumph overcomes you, you wanted nothing more than to slit her throat but you knew she would have later value, so you leave her sitting there wallowing in her stupidity.

The man tells you all his story, you pick up on his wisdom, feeling nothing but trust towards him. So when he tells you all to follow him- bar the girl, you do. He takes you to the bathroom where his son, and Lemon lay. His son turns out is not dead and reaches for his father. Your eyes fixate on Lemon, unlike Tangerine who is leaning against the wall beside the bathroom. Your heart thumps as Lemon somehow yawns? His eyes open and he looks around, extremely confused.

"Am I in hell?" He questions.

"Oh my god!" You gasp, you turn to Tangerine who instantly stands behind you looking at Lemon.

He rips open his shirt, showing his bullet proof vest, where bullets sat, things were piecing together but you were extremely confused as to what exactly happened.

"Oh.. you drank the water." Concludes Ladybug.

"Water? What water?" Tangerine asks, looking to your partner.

"The water spiked with sleeping powder."

All of you go to sit, awaiting the next stop.

"I can't believe you're an assassin." Lemon says. As he sits opposite you.

"I guess I'm full of surprises," You shrug.

"We need to get off this bastarding train, no more being held back." Tangerine says, you could tell he wasn't half with it. None of you were but he was right.

"We need a plan," Ladybug says. You all agree, and the elder comes up with roles for each of you to properly execute the plan.

You go with Lemon to try and control the trains route, Tangerine goes with Ladybug to hand in the case and cause a distraction whilst the elder goes to take on the white death, something dramatic he said about getting his revenge.

"Fuck it's all in Japanese. There was no Thomas episodes in Japanese." Lemon scowls.

"It's fine, we'll figure it out." You respond trying to be optimistic.

"Okay, we just have to slow this down. Fucking stupid thing! Fucking slow down." Lemon curses.

"So far so good." Ladybug says as he approaches you both, "you can stop the train."

"We don't know how to fucking work this shit!" You groan trying to suppress your frustration.

Lemon and Ladybug go back and fourth, you head hurts from listening to them. Suddenly two men come through the door shooting their guns, you all duck down to shield yourselves from the bullets. You and Lemon lunge at the men, taking them down whilst leaving Ladybug to stop the train. One of the men had you up against the wall, hand over you throat choking you, you felt the life slowly draining your body and with every passing second you become more and more weak. You watch Lemon trying to take down two other men, he doesn't know you're being straggled. Just as you are about to accept your fate, Tangerine comes in, knocking the man to the ground and shooting him in the head. You gasp for air your fingers gently caressing your tender throat, Tangerine is instantly at you.

"Are you okay love?"

You nod and he strokes your cheek, a great sense of comfort overrides you, then he and goes to help Lemon take down the other two men. Whilst they do that Ladybug finally figures out how to stop the train. Or so you thought, the manual book flies out the window and the train collides with the one in front, you all grip onto something. Another two men make their way up to the driving cart, which you all in a group effort defeat. Ladybug starts pulling out all sorts of wires which make the slow down and ride right into a wall, sending you all flying forward through the train as it destructs its way through a village. You land laying on a patch of dirt, Tangerine beside you. You heard a gunshot and jump up, you see The White Dead dead with his brains blown.

You two make your way over to where Ladybug, the elder and his son are, not even two minutes later the girl in pink comes with a machine gun, talking about her fate and luck, which doesn't last long before she's hit with a moving vehicle.

"What the fuck..?" You sigh, you look to Tangerine who looks just as puzzled as you. Ladybug goes off with Maria your handler who came to get you both, you decided to stay with Tangerine and the two of you go to find Lemon.

"Can't believe I didn't realise you were an assassin. Seems so obvious now." Tangerine says, taking your hand.

"Yeah well I didn't notice either, besides. I think I'm done with it, today was too messy."

Tangerine nods in agreement, you both find Lemon who turns out was driving the truck that hit the girl. The three of you decide to go home, of course Lemon didn't rest until he found out the ins and outs of your work. You were relieved to know everything Tangerine had ever told you- besides obviously his job was true. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

[strawberryforks]

concussed // adrien agreste x reader

summary: falling in love with your best friend in and out of the suit goes a little like this…

warnings: head injury, akumas

word count: 1126

a/n: requests/asks are open & encouraged!

you’re not supposed to fall in love with you best friend—it’s a universal rule. sure, sometimes you hear about the success stories. childhood friends to lovers is a trope and a popular one. books are written, movies are made, and who doesn’t love them? the problem is: it’s fiction. it’s all just fiction. in reality—your reality at least—you fall in love with your best friend and you’re screwed. it becomes the world’s best kept secret because you’re not the only one crushing on your best friend, adrien agrest, model and son of the designer gabriel agreste and you’ll be damned if you ruin the friendship.

something you never expected was that your best friend felt the same. and because you didn’t expect it, you couldn’t accept it. anything remotely romantic adrien did, you rationalized.

his leg brushed up against yours? coincidence.

he brought you chocolates? he was your best friend, he knew you liked chocolate.

one night, he changed strategies. although it was unconsciously...

mid-akuma battle chat noir was injured. it was bad enough he couldn’t keep doing his job. he wasn’t helping ladybug, only endangering her further and he couldn’t bare it. with his heartbeat feeling like it was in his head; like a drum smashing against his skull loudly and painfully, he barely managed to perch (he would’ve said purrch had he not been so dizzy) on your windowsill. chat noir tapped on the window pane. it was late but you couldn’t sleep. dark, but you cradled your phone, watching for updates on the latest akuma attacks. when something knocked against your window you jumped up. you grabbed the baseball bat propped up against your closet door and hesitantly approached the window. when you opened it a body fell at your feet. you raised the bat above you head and then you saw a tail… “chat noir!?”

“hey… y/n. sorry for dropping in i think i used a few of my nine lives.”

“how do you know my—you know what, that doesn’t matter! are you okay? what happened?” you asked but before he could answer, you continued rambling. “well i saw the footage on the ladyblog but! just stay here, i’ll… i’ll go get the ice.”

the leather clad hero rolled over, gloved hand over his eyes as he groaned. “oh god, no. here,” you help him up onto your bed and gently push him back into the pile of pillows. “stay here. i’ll be right back.”

“sure thing purrincess,”

“i was hoping you were so concussed you’d forget the puns.” you say on your way out.

your mom asks you what’s going on, and you tug down your pant-leg, revealing a bruise on your knee from the day before yesterday when you fell up the stairs. “just grabbing some ice and then i’m heading to bed.”

“alright hun. sleep well.”

you go to leave and she stops you. “tomorrow you and adrien are meeting up for icecream and i’m assuming you’ll be coming back here to game for awhile. that’s fine, just remember to leave your door open.”

you smile, nod, and head back to your room. you’ve got a large ice pack that you pass to him and after opening your drawer, you pass him two ibuprofen. “i don’t know if those work for superheroes, but here’s hoping.”

“thank you.”

“you don’t have to thank me, chat. you’re the hero here. you owe the citizens of paris nothing and we owe you everything. i won’t lie, i’m pretty confused about how you know my name and well… where i live but… i won’t push.”

“lb’s always saying how important our identities are but you’re my friend and—“

you press your hand over his lips, mind working at a million miles a minute. you shush the feline hero and move some of the blonde hair out of his eyes. his green eyes. “get some rest, i’m going to use the bathroom!”

you all but sprint to the washroom. hands braces on the counter you breathe deeply and splash water into your face. you weren’t ready for this kind of relevation—that adrien, your adrien, was chat noir. the chat noir. part of paris's hero duo.

its fine. it’s okay. it’s perfect, actually. you’re freaking out a bit but he’s still the same person. your panic ceases when you realize this is a good thing. him being in danger constantly is terrifying but him having a way to avoid his father that doesn’t involve you being his one and only saving grace lifts a weight off of your shoulders.

with your composure back, you go out there. thank every ethereal force there is, because he’s fast asleep.

you debate taking the floor but it’s adrien. it’s adrien, and you two have shared a bed before, is what you remind yourself when you crawl in next to him and hike the comforter up to your neck.

when you wake up your alone in your bed and your window is open just a crack.

that night, chat stops by again. he brings you “thank you” flowers and some cookies ladybug—who’s a strangely awesome baker—made, to share with you.

“adrien! hey! i missed you.” you didn’t miss him that much, you’d seen him yesterday. you just missed being able to know him, talk about any and everything, and see all of his face. not the mask wasn’t flattering, you best believe it was, just you loved being able to see all of him. to adrien, knowing you knew all of him too? the pieces of him that made him chat noir too. it would be everything. you know how much it’d mean to him and knew that keeping tbis secret must’ve been killing him. you were a big ladybug fan, but a bigger chat noir fan (bigger your-best-friend fan) and if ladybug was the one who was making him keep this secret? well, it’s not like you could do much but unsubribe from the ladyblog. and if adrien was the one wanting to keep his identity secret? you don’t know what you’d do—whatever reveal you go with will suddenly suck.

“thank you natalie,” you say when she opens the gate and lets adrien out without forcing his bodyguard to tag along.

you get your icecream and when you’re given a cone thats black with green icecream and a paw print and he receives an icecream that matches you perfectly. adrien’s hand falls to the back of his neck “well this is awkward…”

you grin, “is it really?”

“what do you mean?”

“well—you uh, hit your head pretty hard, that’s all. and uhm, said some stuff. basicallyiknowyou’rechatnoirandit’sokaybecauseiloveyou.”

“you love me?” he echoes.

“i do, and have for awhile. i love all of you.”

“i love you too. but that doesn’t mean i’ll go easy on you when we play ultimate mecha strike 3!”

“wouldn’t dream of it!”

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Y/N: We have fun, don’t we, Tan?

Tangerine: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

[adaobiiii]

˚ ❀ ˚ ୨ Unreliable Narrator ৎ ˚ ❀ ˚

──── 𝜗𝜚 Soul Tied : Felix Graham De Vanily 𝜗𝜚 ────

A/N : I did make the reader a she... It was easier to write lol.

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Felix's Soul Tie - Written on you is a dramatised description of how you’ll meet your soulmate

Of all the soul ties to exist, she must have had the worst one. While others had danger meters or their soulmates first words written on their wrists, she had an incredibly horrible description to go off of. 

Y/N’s soul tie had first shown up when she turned 5. She was one of the lucky ones who got a visible soulmark. It meant that her parents never worried about whether she had a soulmate or not. 

Unfortunately for her, and at the amusement of her family members, her soul tie was something most called an ‘unreliable narrator’. Basically, one would have a description of the circumstances under which they would meet their soulmate, with the mark fading into another description and then into the soulmate's name once the two meet. 

It sounded wonderful in theory. You could know where or when you’d meet your soulmate and it should've been easy. However, all of the descriptions were more complicated than they needed to be. 

Y/N’s friend Nathaniel, for example, had the same soul tie as her. His description had been, you’ll meet in a place of high energy and it’ll be hot. To everyone in their friend group, they assumed it would be some sort of fire or a dangerous situation. In reality, Nathaniel had met his soulmate at a busy coffee shop, where he slipped on a puddle of caramel latte and flung his drink across the room. It hit a guy in the face. They’ve been inseparable ever since.

Unreliable. 

It was as though the universe was making a joke out of them. 

For Y/N, in a cursive font, her words wrote, they’ll find you in the glow of something almost holy. As much as Y/N wanted to believe she’d meet them in a church she also had no trust in the words at all. 

“Of all the ties I could have gotten,” she sighed as she got dressed. She had been invited to a friend's birthday party, it was Nathaniel’s soulmate Mark, and was almost running late. 

She quickly grabbed her gifts for him, some compression gloves to help with his wrist–too much pain from writing, a lego typewriter and a self-painted portrait of the ravenette. She had triple checked with Nathaniel to ensure they didn’t get the same gifts beforehand.

Leaving her small apartment, she walked to the venue. She was told it would be quite the celebration. She honestly had no idea Mark and Nathaniel had so many friends but she was quite excited to meet other people. 

She peered at the little paragraph of text on her wrists, there was a feeling she couldn’t quite place swirling in her chest but she brushed it off and kept moving. 

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Felix didn’t want to be there. He had much better things to do. He could be plotting on how to steal his uncle’s ring or even rearranging his extravagant room for the 14th time that week. Instead, his mother forced him to attend the party of some kid he barely knew with his cousin. 

Adrien bounded forward, a bright smile on his face as he waved at some of his classmates. He dropped both his and Felix’s gifts on a table where others had placed theirs. Felix, unwillingly, followed Adrien as he didn’t want to be seen as a loner amongst the many random people.

Of course many of the partygoers knew who he was. Adrien's evil twin-cousin who tried to ruin their friendship. He felt a glare in the back of his head and turned to see Marinette, a girl who had a minor crush on his cousin during high school glaring at him. She probably still held a grudge against him for trying to isolate Adrien further.

He rose an eyebrow at her condescendingly only for her to look away, dragging a seemingly love struck fool away with her. ‘Must be her soulmate’ he thought to himself as he saw the way the two interacted. 

As he waited for Adrien to finish speaking to one of his friends, he couldn’t help but think of the words printed into his wrist. Felix hated his soul tie. He was one who enjoyed logical and straightforward things. Having an unreliable description bothered him to no end. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts once Adrien tugged him along. “Mark’s gonna blow out his candles,” he told the other blonde.

“Must I watch such a childish event?” Felix grumbled as they neared the large group. Adrien sent him a very sweet, yet obviously sarcastic, smile and nodded. The two stood quite close to the birthday boy. 

Felix saw how Mark entwined his hands with a red-head and for the first time in a while felt a pang of jealousy. As he stared at the small firecrackers on the cake he found himself wondering when he too would find his fated partner. He could tell Adrien was quite close to finding his and even the annoying bluenette seemed to have hers.

He saw a hand, feminine, reach out to light the candles. He held onto his wrist as the group counted down for the birthday boy to blow out his candles. The firelight danced in his vision but he couldn't stop thinking about his mark’s words. Something almost holy. What did that even mean?

As the countdown came closer to 1, Felix felt the sudden urge to look up. He tried to fight it at first but eventually couldn’t, peering up slightly, he made eye contact with the person standing across from him. Except she was already looking at him. 

For a second, Felix forgot where he was. The cheering, the music, all of it faded. There was only her. The light from the bright candles seemed to surround her, giving her a bright, almost heavenly glow. Felix loosened his grip on his wrists as he held eye contact with the absolutely ethereal being across from him. 

Y/N wasn’t any better. She had first noticed the boy when he walked in with Adrien but only got a good look at him now. The light seemed to cling to him, a soft and golden aura around him. She didn’t mean to stare, she didn’t even know she was doing it but she couldn’t help herself.

And like that, everyone seemed to speed up again. Felix felt himself being pulled away by Adrien, he didn’t even know where the boy was taking him. But the crowd of teens surrounded Mark and in turn, he lost sight of the girl who had seemed to imprint on his heart in a matter of seconds.

Once he snapped out of his trance, he firmly planted his feet on the ground, Adrien almost fell. The excited blonde turned to look at the grumpier version of himself. “What are you doing?” he questioned.

“I have to go,” Felix began but was cut off once more.

“Seriously? You’re leaving already? Felix the party isn’t even halfway done,.” Adrien groaned, arms resting on his hips as he side eyed his cousin. “Besides, I promised Aunty Amelie that I’d get you out of the house for the rest of the day,” he mumbled.

“You what-” Felix turned to glare at his cousin, there was no ill intent but he couldn’t believe his mother had conspired with this child to get him out. Not that he was ungrateful. He wouldn’t have gotten to meet the girl if he stayed home. The girl.

“Adrien, the girl who lit up the candles…” Felix trailed off once he saw how his cousin looked at him. He could feel the teasing coming from a while away. 

“The same girl you were staring at the entire time we were counting down? Don’t think I’ve ever seen you that distracted Felix” Adrien smirked.

Felix rolled his eyes, “What’s her name?” he asked seriously.

Adrien, somewhat sensing the sincerity in his tone, decided to corporate. “Y/N,” he shrugged, “She used to go to Francis Dupont with but was in the art department so I never saw her much.”

Felix felt his heart flutter. Y/N. Her name was almost as pretty as she was. “Where can I find…”

“She’s right behind you,” Adrien sang playfully before backing away from the two. He had no idea what was going on but he wasn’t going to interrupt his cousin's interaction with what he thought was Felix’s first crush. 

Y/N stood behind the tall blonde boy, waving briefly at Adrien as he walked away. 

When she had first lost him in the crowd her spirits fell. Sure she was aware she had a soulmate somewhere, but she couldn't help but feel connected to the gorgeous boy who looked into her soul within the few seconds they had been staring at each other. 

She looked to her wrists only to gasp as she noticed the words on her wrists scattering to make something new. Mark, who stood beside her as he gushed about her painting, noticed her distracted gaze and looked at her wrists. 

“You found him?!!” he gasped loudly. Y/N couldn’t answer, she was waiting in anticipation. You’ll meet them above the glow of a fancy birthday candle. Her heart stopped.

Mark snorted at the scenario only to realise it must have happened recently. “This is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for,” he chuckled.

Y/N playfully shoved him before turning to run off. She knew the boy came in with Adrien so all she needed to do was find them. “I’ll see you later Mark!!” she yelled out. That’s how she found herself behind him, unsure of what to say as Adrien walked away.

Felix turned to face the shorter girl, and both seemed to fall into that same trance-like state again, the rest of the world quietly fading in the background.

“Hi,” she said softly.

In that moment, Felix decided he could listen to her talk forever—just that one word was enough to make the noise in his mind quiet.

“I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate.”

Felix lost all composure, jaw dropping slightly as he immediately pulled up his sleeves. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind—not seriously. Not her.

But there it was.His wrist, which had once held a phrase that made no sense to him no matter how hard he tried, now rearranged itself before his eyes.

The letters slid into place, slow and certain.Y/N.

He looked up at her, breath catching, like his body finally realized it had been waiting for her this whole time.

“I’m quite sure I am,” he said softly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Her grin lit up the space between them like something sacred.

Felix hated his soul tie. He was one who enjoyed logical and straightforward things. Having an unreliable description bothered him to no end.

But now?

Now, as she wrapped her hand gently around his arm, head resting against his shoulder like she belonged there, the two of them walking together around the birthday venue, sharing stories and laughing like old friends who finally met after many years.

Felix realized something.

Maybe soulmates weren’t meant to be understood. Maybe they were meant to be felt. And with her beside him, warm and real and entirely unexpected, Felix didn’t mind the mystery.

He fell in love with it.

He fell in love with her.

[theangelcatalogue]

❝ Heather, Heather, Heather... ❞ ― YANDERE MIRACULOUS CONCEPT

➜ MIRACULOUS TALES OF LADYBUG AND CHATNOIR

➜ ROMANTIC AND PLATONIC (UP FOR INTERPRETATION)

➜ YANDERES: MARINETTE'S CLASS + LUKA, KAGAMI AND MARC (UP FOR INTERPRETATION)

➜ GENDER NEUTRAL DARLING

➜ TW: POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, LOVESICK BEHAVIOR, KILLING/KILLING MENTION, DISAPPEARANCE MENTION, DEATH/DEATH MENTION, YANDERES, ARGUING, FIGHT/FIGHT MENTIONS, BAD GRAMMAR, BAD ENGLISH AND MADE BY A MINOR! TELL ME IF I FORGOT SOMETHING! ENJOY

(So this is after the end of the season 5, they are 16-17, and now they are a team called " The Zodiac ", i guess that's it?)

F/1= Friend one

F/2= Friend two

Y/N= Your name

(You can pick their name!)

Studying in a new school can be difficult, luckily, but at least your bestfriends came with you! Since your parents and their parents wanted you guys to finish school together, and your previous school was difficult for the three of you... so at least you have them and won't be alone!

It would be better if they didn't complain so much...and argued sometimes

" Why are you so annoying F/2? "

" ME? So i am the annoying one?! "

" Stop arguing! Are we going inside this school or no?! "

" Ugh, whatever...let's go "

You guys get along, but sometimes they just annoy you, it's normal? Be annoyed by your own friends?

You guys go to your new class, the teacher introduces you guys as the new students

F/1

F/2

And Y/N

And you became friends with the WHOLE class somehow, and after months in the class, the obsession hit them like a train

You're so kind, gentle, calm, generous, friendly, every positive trait of the world, you are, the own perfection in person, if anyone search perfection in the dictionary, they bet that person will find a photo of you

And they hate your friends, is not really a question of jealously, in part it is, but more because of how they treated you sometimes

" Shut up Y/N! "

" Is none of your bussines Y/n! "

" Sorry... "

Of course, it had moments when you would scold your friends, but you wouldn't insult them or end your friendship with them, just scold them like a mom would do, you also solved their fights, you are the peacemaker of the group

How they hated when you would pass time with them, how they wish they could protect you from these demons you call friends....

Wait a second...

They are superheroes! They can do this!

So if trying to make you end your friendship with them, blame them of something, or any of these plans they made don't work

Well, don't be surprised if F/2 is reported as missing, and F/1 turn to dust

Don't worry silly! You're safe now!

[blue-sky336]

Origin || Part 2

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

The little black box that rested in your palm left you intrigued. Tracing the intricate carvings of gold-stained wood your mind wandered to how it ended up on the floor in the first place. You didn't notice the old man dropping it earlier, yet he was your only suspect. Maybe it would have that old man's number engraved on it? You couldn't be completely sure until you opened it.

Shaking those thoughts away you mustered the courage to open it, as much as you wished to return it to its rightful owner, something else was selfishly drawing you closer. A soft white glow emitted from the case as a gold necklace with what seemed to be an angelate pendant rested on a cream cushion. What you were yet to notice was the small creature floating right behind the open box. Your fingers caressed the gem, it had always been one of your favourites due to the gentle shimmer it held compared to the harsh contrast of an opal or chrysocolla. You had a vast knowledge in gemstones.

Your eyes flickered upward at movement, only to widen. You gasped and took a step back. You didn't scream or speak as the floating blue and tan bunny stared you in the eyes. With a sweet smile they opened their mouth to speak. "Good afternoon! I'm Cece." The creature flew close to your cheek, almost expecting a warm welcome despite your shocked expression.

"What the fuck— I have to be high." You muttered, placing the opened box down and immediately rubbing your eyes. You did take your medication earlier, but hallucinations weren't a side effect that you were aware of.

"Oh, dear! You aren't high, or I hope you aren't... Miraculous owners are supposed to be well behaved." The bunny spoke once again, taking that small floating hop backwards to regain some space between you. Your eyes widened once again. Miraculous... You'd heard that word before watching a live video of Ladybug and Chat Noir. They referred to their jewellery as Miraculous', but there was no way that was what this necklace was. No. It had to be a prop, a stupid prank even from a random Parisian who just wanted to cause trouble to the foreigner. "Are you alright?" The petite voice spoke up once again, its large eyes staring curiously into your own, yet you couldn't bring yourself to speak.

Finally gathering the courage to make your presence one of relevance, you nodded. "I am... okay. You said 'miraculous holder'... Right?" Your voice was hesitant, nervous even as you swallowed down the nausea and word vomit that the anxiety of the situation pushed upon you. As the creature went to speak again, you interrupted them, earning a small frown. "Because I can't be a miraculous holder. I can barely walk up the stairs on a good day and on a bad day I'm bedridden. I can't save anyone if I can't save myself—" Your words were full of sincerity and truth, showcasing your true worry to complete a job that you weren't even sure was meant to be for you. It had to be some form of mistake. Your face, full of worry simply expressed your concern for everyone else, a prominent frown on your face while your hands gestured while you spoke.

"Calm down," the small being smiled, a soft paw caressing your shoulder, "You were chosen not for your physical ability but your use of sympathy and empathy for others. If you choose to be the holder of the bunny miraculous, all you have to say is 'Cece, let's bounce'."  Cece understood the weight of the decision; it was one she had witnessed over the course of thousands of years. Each one of her holders had their own select difficulties that held them back from accepting at first, but each one always found their way back.

You swallowed hard, the decision weighing on your shoulders. "I don't know. How is this real?" You muttered rhetorically before turning to sit at your desk, spinning so you were facing away from Cece. The idea of becoming a hero was fascinating and thrilling, but what would happen if you couldn't save someone in time because of your own inability to do things? Dwelling on the thought for a few moments, you took your time before turning back to Cece. Maybe this would be worth it, give you a reason to look forward to the day rather than see it as a hindrance. Cece's ears flopped against her face as she tilted her head. A gentle smile flashed across her small face as she watched you turn around. "You are the chosen one, brace it." The way she spoke your name made you smile, filling you with a comfort and the assurance that you certainly needed in that moment. She trusted you and hoped that you would do the same.

Letting out a shaky breath and offering a small nod. You stood up and reached to the small stool that you'd left the miraculous box on, carefully pulling the gold necklace from its resting place before placing it around your neck. It was lightweight and simple, matching your own style yet bringing more personality. "Cece, let's bounce," you flashed a small smile towards the creature, watching with slight fright as it was absorbed into the necklace. Five swirls surrounding a white dot appeared on the centre of the necklace, indicating the amount of time you would have before turning back after using your special ability.

Blue and tan wrapped enveloped your body, a suit that was adorned in white swirls and golden accents appeared against your warm skin. Your hands moved across your eyes as a blue and gold mask concealing your identity spread across your face before a small staff-like object fell into your gloved hands. You recognised it to be similar to Chat Noir's staff, one that you'd only seen in videos but paid close enough attention to recognise the few buttons that made the staff extend. However, your staff didn't extend as much as his. When you pressed the button, it extended to double its length, with a curved blade on one side. The other came to a sharp point, decorated with angelate jewels and iridescent swirls, it was both beautiful and dangerous.

Looking in the mirror you were amazed at the way the suit morphed to fit your body. You no longer looked like the weak little kid your parents envisioned you as. Your hair was pulled into two low buns, your natural colour being hidden through baby blue and white highlights that matched the pale rabbit ears pinned into your hair. It was an odd sensation at first, watching as they flopped each time you moved your head from side to side, but eventually it became rather fun.  An immense pressure had been lifted off your shoulders, the weight of your suit feeling non-existent compared to the overwhelming empowerment it gave you. 

No longer feeling like a little kid, overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion 24/7, you decided it was time to explore. You had arrived in Paris almost over a month ago and you were still yet to truly discover the extent that the city had to offer you. You'd always wanted to try Andre's ice cream, so perhaps that would be your plan for this afternoon, not necessarily taking the moment to realise that you may look like an akumatised villan stalking around in your costume.

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Launching yourself from roof to roof with the assistance of your staff, you relished in the light feeling of your body. Nothing hurt anymore. In some ways this unexpected opportunity was becoming much more appealing than your everyday suffering. Landing on a tiled roof, you momentarily close your eyes. The sun provided you with it's warmth, reflecting off the white swirls that decorated your suit and illuminating you in golden light. There was something so oddly satisfying about witnessing the glow of those white swirls.

Your ears twitched, standing up straight as the heavy thump of multiple footsteps fell behind you. There was no moment to react as leather clad hands grabbed you, pushing you down against the concrete tiles. You hissed in pain, hearing your own attacker grunt as you both landed uncomfortably. You went to speak, only to be immediately cut off by a vaguely familiar voice.

"Who are you?"

It was stern and commanding, lacking the usual humanity it held towards regular civilians. You recognised it to be the voice of the leather clad heroine, Chat Noir. Your wide eyes studied his face, your lips not moving to answer as you attempted to analyse the harsh expression the young man held. Eventually you spoke up, his rough hands shoving your shoulders slightly deeper into the concrete. You flinched, this was going to bruise later. "I am the holder of the bunny Miraculous." You spoke, trying your hardest to keep a brave face, "I understand that seeing a new face might make you antsy."

Perhaps your choice of wording wasn't the best, feeling the claws of Chat Noir's suit digging into your shoulders. You expected him to puncture the baby blue fabric of your suit, but a certain red and black yo-yo pulled him back. The bug themed hero placed her hand on his shoulder, their conversation falling on deaf ears. All you noticed was the disappointed tone of her voice and the apologetic glance Ladybug offered you. Slowly sitting up, you rubbed your right shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, the young woman was walking towards you. Each move of hers was decisive and cautious of you. "I was told that you would be joining us soon." The hero flashed a friendly smile at you, "But I suppose my dear friend here didn't quite catch that message, did you, Chat?" Ladybug glared at him, watching as the corner of his lips turned downward. You noticed the way he took her words and felt your own frown forming.

She held a hand out to you and you cautiously took it. While you trusted Ladybug, that interaction with Chat Noir had left you a little bit on edge.

"What's your name?" Your thoughts were interrupted as the bluenette held her hand out for you to take. You smiled slowly and carefully placed your own gloved hand in hers, letting her help you up as her feline friend stood there with his arms crossed. He held a defence position, the scowl on his face never leaving.

"Thank you." You smiled with gratitude, watching as she returned it. Thinking on her question, you simply shrugged. "I don't know yet. I'm still trying to decide." You hummed nonchalantly. It was as if Chat Noir's horrid introduction didn't bother you anymore, although on the inside you felt horribly shaken up by the whole ordeal. You wouldn't want them to think that you might have been weak, or an accessory to Shadow Moth's master plans. This newfound ability to express your feelings more clearly through words made you feel somewhat calmer after the feline hero's attack. 

Chat Noir stood a step behind Ladybug, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't trust you. Something had to be off, surely Ladybug would have told him there was a new hero being thrown into the mix. He scowled at the thought and his frown deepened as he watched the friendly interactions play out before him. This wasn't fair. None of this was fair. His brows furrowed and he shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking like this, there was no point in dwelling on the moment just in case he was to fall victim to an akuma. The blonde boy noticed your hand brushing against the young woman's shoulder, watching intensely as you steadied yourself once again. Little did he know, this was the first time you had properly distributed your weight across both legs. And God, did it feel perfect.  

He was yet to notice the way you turned to face him, eyes running from his leather ears to those emerald eyes of his. Offering a friendly smile and a hand, you spoke once again. "Maybe we can start over," you began, "I wouldn't want to get off on the wrong foot with you, Chat." You hummed. He tensed and inhaled sharply; his eyes flickered from your smile to your hand. "Whatever..." He finally exhaled with a huff, lazily pulling his arms down and finally shaking your hand. He pulled your arm, forcing you to lean in close as he began to whisper into your ear. "This doesn't mean we're friends. Got it?" he hissed. Your shoulders tensed. 

"I understand..." 

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[snugglebug-mj]

Through The Lens: A Tale of Love and Melody luka couffaine x reader

After a year abroad y/n was back in Paris

~Part 1 Back in Paris~

Y/n sighed as she stepped out of the principal's, it has been a full year since y/n left Paris to go to New York. A year ago y/n won the chance to be in a photography program in New York.

Y/n stayed in touch with her friends but she didn't tell them she was coming back home she wanted to surprise them today in class.

Y/n pulled the hood of her (f/c) (favorite color) over her head and a little bit over her face before she walked into Mrs. Bustiers empty room.

Mrs. Bustier was happy to see y/n again,

"Oh y/n you're here!!!" Mrs. Bustiers said gently hugging y/n. When they finished the hug Mrs. Bustiers gently grabbed y/ns shoulders "no one told me you were back in Paris" she said sadly y/n just chuckled

"That's because no one knows it yet, I wanted it to be a surprise!" y/n said with a smile, only to jump when the bell rung.

"Go stand outside and don't let anyone see you! Hide in the room next door" Mrs. Bustier said excitedly y/n nodded and quickly walked out of the room.

~a few minutes later~

"Good morning everyone, before we start class today we have a new student starting today. I will go get her" Mrs. Bustier said before she left her classroom.

Everyone started talking about the new student then stopped when Mrs. Bustier came back in with the hooded student.

Everyone looked at the student as she reached up and removed the hood

"Everyone welcome back-" Mrs. Bustier

"Y/N?!?" Juleka yelled excitedly making everyone jump

[aloneatpeace]

Y/n : I don't think we can manipulate

Lemon : or mansplin

Ladybug : or malewife out of this situation

Tangerine : " Standing up , take out elder sister " Manslaughter it is

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with chat noir & claw noir

pairing: adrien agreste / chat noir x gn!reader x claw noir

tags: set during the paris special, romantic rivalry (chat vs. claw), flirting (cats with reader), lots of jealousy (both cats)

when ladybug and chat noir ended up in a universe different to their own, where they were villains called shadybug and claw noir, you ended up stumbling into that universe as well!

the first person you ran into there was claw noir, who was the obviously evil counterpart to chat noir

upon meeting you, claw noir seems to be head over heels for you! he might be a villain, but he has a bit of a soft side for you and immediately starts flirting!

and when chat noir sees the two of you together, with his evil doppelgänger being all over you, he HATES it!

chat noir feels super weird about seeing ‘himself’ flirt with you and he hates that the person he's jealous of is kind of himself…?

claw noir has an easier time to separate himself from chat noir! he doesn't think he has anything in common with chat, aside from his miraculous, their feelings for you and… well, their face! or whole body, really–

when flirting with you, claw noir is far more brash and suggestive, while chat noir stumbles over his words in comparison to claw!

but chat noir is always around you, to prevent claw noir to get the chance to flirt with you! he's very protective, as he doesn't trust claw noir at all, despite the two of them being the same person

claw noir and chat noir are both very jealous! that's another thing they have in common but hate to admit!

chat noir hates the idea that you could fall in love with a villain, while claw noir believes villains are more fun than those boring heroes!

they constantly try to find a moment alone with you, but are constantly crossing each other's plans!

[xy-imagines]

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[featherskiesblog]

adrien agreste / chat noir × fem! reader ( Chapter 01 )

tw: a little dark-ish, mention of child akumatizatiom, mention of child murder.

NIGHT SPIRIT ( CHAPTER 01 )

　　[YOUR NAME ー LAST NAME] WAS ALWAYS A OVERLY CAUTIOUS PERSON. With her being a woman, she was exposed to the danger of the streets since young age. Thankfully, she had her Aunt to warn her all about it and advice her on how to keep herself safe. Don't go near dark alleys, always walk in a crowded place, never walk alone at night ( or day ) and absolutely never, ever, leave home without a charged phone, the speed dials clearly and always on display for fast access.

However, Aunt Cosette never adviced her on what to do when you're about to get akumatized. [Name] didn't know much about those evil little parasites, but she knew well enough that when you get possessed by them, it's just a matter of time before you lose control over your mind and body respectively. Controlled by Hawkmoth, the notorious criminal who wants to obtain something called Miraculous by the past heroes of Paris, Ladybug and Chat Noir, the Akuma is something everyone feared when butterflies were on sight.

But, [Name] didn't get possessed.

Two months ago there was a attempt, it made [Name]'s blood boil just by thinking about it. Years ago Paris was left defenceless after the sudden disappearance of Ladybug, who left her partner behind to defend the city, but the attacks have been getting more frequent lately. It was like Hawkmoth was desperate, pulling the last cards on deck ー gambling, she dares to say so.

"Another akuma attack," Aunt Cosette sighed, shaking her head in worry. Her ginger hair was pulled back to a messy bun, with two bangs framing her heart-shaped face. [Name] thought of of her as a utopia beauty, mostly because her reddish hair, button up nose and bright green eyes made her look like a forest fairy. Her Aunt also looked young for her fifty years of age, not because she didn't have wrinkles or crows feet besides her eyes, but because her smile was pearly white and contagious, and her skin glowed from taking good care of herself.

She swears she's going to look that good when she grows up.

"Hm?" [Name] hummed between sipping her preferred coffee, looking up from the phone screen. "How's the situation looking?"

Aunt Cosette shook her head, a frown pulling at her lips. "I'm not going to lie to you... it's bad."

"Like bad, or bad bad?"

The woman rolled her eyes, smiling slightly. "The latter, that poor dear fights with his everything nowadays."

Knowing that poor dear is in fact Chat Noir, [Name] winced a bit in sympathy. It was no secret that the cat hero worked magnificently with his bug partner, a invincible duo many regarded them including herself, but his fits had been plummeting for two years since the abrupt loss of his partner. Not because he grew weaker or because the evilized villains grew stronger, but because apparently Chat does not have the power of creation, which was in actuality Ladybug's power that helped them purify the akuma.

In conclusion, Paris was stuck in a loop where they got a akumatized person every single day for all about two years. Sometimes they even got doubled or tripled, and Chat Noir never caught a break ever since.

However, something changed a year ago. Things have becoming worse and worse for the akumatized people, but the streets of Paris have been peaceful and safe. Chat Noir, while he didn't have the power to purify, he had the power of destruction. Tragedy struck the lives of the victim's families, and therefore the hero's role has been taken much more seriously by the public since then.

No one wants to witness their hero killing the ones who are supposed to save from brainwashing, after all.

In the meantime, Ladybug's disappearance has been regarded with suspicion and contempt. Various of conspiracy theories have been circulating since her abrupt leave, each one more bizarre than the previous. It didn't help that the cat hero has been avoiding to make a statement about his partner's departure either (or her retirement, [Name] likes to think, contrary to the negative opinions from the public).

"Who got unlucky this time?" She asked quietly, the grip on her mug tightening.

Aunt Cosette sighed tiredly, taking off her glasses to rub her forehead with her wrist. That clear sign of distress had [Name]'s spine stiffen, preparing for the worst.

"A six-years-old little girl."

[Name]'s heart dropped, breath hitching in her throat. She shook her head, blinking away the sudden moisture in her eyes and exhaled a stuttering plaintive sigh.

"Merde."

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It was a usual and average day as [Name] went on with her life. Though she had turned a tad-bit paranoid since the failed akumatization, that didn't stop her from getting her desired macarons from her favourite bakery, Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie.

She sighed as she saw the familiar entrance upon sight. Lips tugging up to a excited smile, the girl basically ran over to the building, eyes lighting up when she saw the many desserts on the display cabinet. It seems like the bakers were working hard this morning.

Pushing the door open, she heard the now familiar bell jiggling above her head, and immediately her [colour] eyes went to the clerk behind the counter. A young girl stood there, scrolling through her phone; that was of course, before she entered.

Crystal blue eyes connected with her own, and [Name] smiled warmly at her, eyes wrinkling slightly at the edges and giving away to everyone the fact that she laughs a lot.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle!"

"Ah..." The blue-haired girl seemed at loss if words, because the female in front of her looked incredibly pretty. She blushed slightly when she saw the young woman taking off her black glasses, thinking how her eyes, even though a [colour] shade, were gleaming like jewels.

And her fashion sense, it was so good! She obviously keeps up with the trends, but also manages to be of low maintenance. She had a white open-collared shirt, tacked inside a pair of dark brown high waisted tailored pants and wore thin golden accessories. It was so minimalistic yet Marinette couldn't help but admire the beauty in the simplicity.

"I mean, what I -- bonjour, Madame!" The bluenette stuttered slightly, cheeks becoming slowly red.

[Name] couldn't help but think that she was the cutest girl she had ever seen, but it wasn't until she blushed that the similarity with the woman finally clicked. "Mon Dieu, are you Sabine's daughter? You look just like her!"

Marinette smiled at the compliment, to be compared to her mother was something she always liked because Sabine Cheng is known for both her beauty and her baking. "Yes, I am! I didn't know you knew my mom personally, Miss..."

"Oh, it's [Name] [Last Name], it's so nice to finally put a face on the name!" They shook hands, and Marinette went back to the counter to get her order.

"What would you like?"

[Name] hummed, looking at the showcase with furrowed eyebrows as she contemplated what to choose. "Let's see, I would like three chocolate filled croissants, two cream puffs and... quelques macarons? Put thirty on the package, I'm planning to give some to my classmates for the first day of school."

Marinette blinked, mouth parting open. "School?"

"Oui, it's my first day of college!" [Name] beamed. "If I'm not wrong, you're in high school, est-ce correct?"

"Yes!" Marinette nodded vigorously, putting the treats inside the cutest packages they have in store. "What is your major, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm majoring in Jewellery Designing," She smiled. "Not very profitable, but it's my passion."

Marinette shook her head, and with the packages in hand she came to the front from around the counter, a sight of which had [Name] try hard not to facially or physically react from surprise.

Because as Marinette came to full view, [Name] could now see the visible limp on her leg, and right at where two feet should have been, a wooden prosthetic leg was on sight.

And all of the sudden, Marinette yelped and started falling, causing [Name]'s heart to drop. Without giving it a second thought, not even caring about the packages with the treats she just bought, the [Last Name] girl immediately darted towards the teen and wrapped her arms around her, stabilizing her body against hers just as the packages went flying up their heads and crushed noisily against the wall.

The blue-haired girl was shaking, short puffs of air escaping her mouth. [Name] started backing towards the chairs with Marinette in her arms, willing the shaking girl to sit down.

"Are you okay?" [Name] breathed out, looking around the shop with worried eyes. "Putain, where is Tom and Sabine?"

Marinette gave out a short laugh at the sudden cursing, and willed her heart to calm down. "They're on a business trip for the next week, they're visiting the Balkan countries. Thank you, and I'm sorry for... for the trouble. I'm not usually this clumsy with this anymore."

[Name] shook her head. "Please don't mention it, let me get you a glass of water."

Marinette opened her mouth to argue, she really didn't want the pity of anyone, but shut it closed when she saw the determined gleam in the young woman's eyes. She watched her as she went behind the counter like she owned the bakery, fetching glasses and crystallised packaged water from the cabinets. It seems like she was more than familiar with the place.

"You're one silly girl, you know that?" [Name] huffed. "You could have given me the bags over showcase, and this wouldn't have happened!"

The young girl pursed her lips to keep herself from smiling, finding the concern the [hair]nette quite endearing, not to mention she fretted just like her Dad did. French people really show their care spontaneously.

Marinette sighed, admitting that she could have done exactly that when something miraculous happened. Her eyes shined neon blue as the young woman in front of her suddenly emitted a red and pink-ish aura, and golden outlines glowed to emphasise her silhouette. A breath hitched on her throat, and the faster beat of her heart had nothing to do with the fall from earlier, but for a entire different reason.

She found her.

　　　　　　　" Miraculous. "

"Here, drink slowly okay?" [Name] offered her the glass of water after she squished some lemon in it.

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　　　　　　　" Simply the best. "

"Yes, thank you," Marinette's wide eyes looked up at [colour] ones, "You didn't have to..."

　　　　　　" Up to the test when things go wrong. "

[Name] shook her head, smiling warmly down at her. "But I wanted to, so don't think too much about it."

　　　　　　" Miraculous, the luckiest -- ! "

"That's really kind of you." Marinette, for the first time in what seemed like years, smiled so genuinely it almost brought tears to her blue eyes.

"Of course, like I said don't even mention it. I'm sorry for holding you up!" [Name] apologized as she took the packages from the floor, smiling brightly when she saw they were actually tightly sealed. Maybe a little messy on the inside, but still very much edible.

　　　　　　" The power of love always so strong ! "

"I'm sorry too, you have classes earlier than us," Marinette chuckled as she watched the older girl waving frantically at her with a wide smile, running towards her school in a hurry.

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　　　　　　" Miraculous ! "

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"Bonne chance, [Name]."

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[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Maria Beetle: I'm cold

Ladybug: Heres my jacket

Y/N: I'm cold too

Tangerine: *sets the world ablaze*

[adaobiiii]

─────── Almost Midnight ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Prompt : It's 11:43 pm and your birthday is almost over. Sure your parents threw you a quick party but the person you wanted to see the most wasn't there. Adrien. With only 17 minutes left, does he wish you a happy birthday?

Pairings : Adrien x Reader, Genderneutral!reader

Warning : Some Angst (reader cries a bit). Mini-reveal (but we kinda gloss over it). Use of y/n.

A/N : I felt the need to write an x reader for some reason lol. How do you guys feel about my writing???

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Birthdays were supposed to be special. At least, that’s what Y/N always believed. They had imagined waking up to Adrien’s warm smile, a quick kiss on the cheek, and some adorably over-the-top gesture he’d definitely have planned. After all, Adrien was nothing if not thoughtful.

But the day had come and gone, and Adrien hadn’t so much as texted. Friends had remembered. Family had called. Even Marinette had dropped off some of her freshly baked macarons as a gift, which ended up being the best things they’d eaten today. But Adrien? Nothing.

Y/N sat on their bed, knees drawn to their chest, staring blankly at the clock on the wall. The bright red numbers glared back at them: 11:43 PM. The day was almost over, and the one person they wanted most hadn’t shown up. Tears welled up in their eyes as they sniffled quietly, the weight of disappointment finally crashing down.

Then came the knock.

Soft at first, like pebbles against glass. Y/N frowned, brushing away tears as they turned toward the window. Who could it possibly be at this hour? Slowly, they approached and pulled the curtains aside.

There, perched on their window ledge, was none other than Chat Noir.

“Mind letting me in, princess/prince?” he said with his usual cheeky grin, but something in his tone was softer than usual, almost... nervous.

Y/N hesitated, confused, but unlatched the window, stepping back as Chat Noir gracefully landed in their room. “What are you doing here?” they asked, their voice cracking slightly from the tears they tried to suppress.

Chat Noir didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sighed, running a gloved hand through his hair. “I owe you an explanation,” he said, his grin faltering. 

Before Y/N could respond, a flash of green light filled the room. Their eyes widened in shock as the transformation dissolved, revealing none other than Adrien Agreste standing before them.

“Adrien...?” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper. She couldn’t believe it.

“I’m so sorry,” Adrien blurted, his green eyes filled with guilt. “I didn’t forget your birthday, I swear. I had everything planned. But then—” He gestured helplessly to the room, as if that explained everything.

“You were out fighting akumas,” Y/N realized, their heart sinking as the pieces began to click together.

Adrien nodded. “Three attacks. Back-to-back. Every time I thought I could slip away, something else happened. I didn’t want to cancel your surprise, but I couldn’t leave people in danger, either.”

Tears spilled down Y/N’s cheeks again, but this time, they weren’t out of sadness but worry. “You could’ve just told me,” they said softly, stepping closer.

Adrien’s shoulders sagged, his guilt plain as day. “I wanted to, but…” He hesitated, his hands fidgeting nervously. “Ladybug was already upset with me for being distracted lately, and I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t focused on being a good partner.” He sighed, a hand running through his messy hair, “Besides, I know how dangerous it is out there. If I told you and something happened because I couldn’t keep my head straight... I’d never forgive myself.”

Y/N’s heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. “Adrien, you don’t have to carry all of that alone,” they said, stepping closer. “You’re allowed to have a life outside of being Chat Noir. I’d never want you to put yourself at risk just to make me happy.”

Adrien gave a small, bittersweet smile. “But you do make me happy. You’re the most important part of my life, and I didn’t want you to think I didn’t care about today. I care about you more than anything, I promise.”

He pulled a small basket from behind him, setting it on the bed. “I know it’s not much, but I brought your favorite snacks, the Zoro and Nami funko pop you wanted, and...” He held up a velvet box, opening it to reveal two matching necklaces. One had a tiny black cat charm, the other a delicate golden heart.

“They’re... beautiful,” Y/N said, their voice trembling.

Adrien smiled, unclasping the necklace with the heart charm. “May I?”

Y/N nodded, turning around so he could fasten it around their neck. The cool metal settled against their skin as Adrien’s hands lingered briefly on their shoulders.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to their temple.

Y/N turned to face him, a small smile finally breaking through their tears. “Thank you,” they said, wrapping their arms around him tightly.

The two of them settled onto the bed, the basket forgotten for now. Adrien held Y/N close, their matching necklaces glinting faintly in the moonlight.

“It’s still your birthday for a few more minutes,” Adrien murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion.

“It doesn’t matter,” Y/N replied, resting their head against his chest. “You’re here now. That’s all I wanted.”

As the clock struck midnight, they drifted off to sleep, tangled together in a warm, peaceful embrace.

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