#ml royalty au

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

princess & the goose girl au

for @paracosmicat in the anarchist gang gift exchange!

summary

After discovering his lady’s identity, all Prince Adrien wants is to spend time with Marinette (and win back her heart). He gets his chance to put all royal duties on hold—including his engagement to Princess Kagami—when his long-lost twin, Félix, offers to trade places. The only problem, it turns out, is switching back.

excerpt

“Wait,” Chat Noir said, green eyes gleaming as he tipped his head back to look at Ladybug. His grin was wide, brimming with intrigue. “What do you mean you had a thing for Prince Adrien?” Ladybug stepped around a cracked marble column and slung her yo-yo toward him, the wire zipping as it wrapped around his ankle. She tugged hard, and he slammed to the polished floor, the beam from Neutralizer’s ray leaving the marble smoking where it hit. “Just, you know, a thing!” Ladybug said, retracting her yo-yo and reeling it back into her hand. Neutralizer stumbled, weight tipping on his machine-heavy side, then slammed into the wall, rattling a few gold-framed portraits and antique vases as he went. “What kind of thing?” “Oh, you know—a stupid crush! Can we focus, please? I have an exam to study for.” Chat Noir showed no pity as he chortled, picking himself up off the floor, absolutely unconcerned for her French History grade. Ladybug gripped the spotted umbrella her Lucky Charm had given her and, cheeks flushed, smacked him on the arm.  “What?” she demanded. The wall shook and groaned as Neutralizer climbed out from the gaping hole he’d left, knocking a decorative sword and shield to the floor. At Chat Noir’s responding smirk, she bristled. “Like you didn’t have a celebrity crush growing up!”  “I did,” he said, eyes crinkling as he grinned at her. “On you.” She scoffed and waved him off, though the heat in her cheeks spread fast to her belly. “That doesn’t count.”

[rosie-b]

How Marinette Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Ball

Chapter 2: The Invitation (read ch. 1 here!)

Summary: Marinette and Chat Noir continue to have weekly meet-ups, with a new addition to their group.

You can read the whole chapter below or on AO3 using the links above!

It had been years since Marinette first met Chat Noir. In that time, they’d become best friends, meeting at least once weekly to talk about life in the two realms and share secrets as they explored Paris and the neighboring countryside. They did everything together, and the people of Paris grew used to the idea that Marinette had a not-so-stray cat to call her own. Her parents offered to adopt him more than once, but she turned them down, saying that the cat wasn’t fond of being in enclosed spaces like their bakery for too long, and he was well-kept enough. He might have an owner on a nearby farm, so Tom and Sabine reluctantly gave up.

Sometimes, as Marinette and her cat made their rounds about town, a fairy or mixie would stare at Chat Noir for too long, a suspicious lift to their brow as they sensed the cat’s magic. But they never said anything, and all it took was one blithe, catlike purr from Chat Noir to make them give up their suspicions. Because, as they reasoned, surely no self-respecting fairy would degrade themselves by acting like an ordinary human pet! This cat must simply have gotten a little extra magic from the kwamis during his creation. Marinette and Chat Noir giggled to themselves when they walked away from these confrontations, thrilled that their simple plan was still working.

In the second year of their friendship, Chat Noir’s parents found out that he was leaving through the old fae gate every week. They nearly banned him from returning to see Marinette ever again, but he begged and pleaded and reasoned with them, and somehow, they were convinced to permit him to go back to the human realm. When he left for his visits now, though, Chat Noir had to let them know where he was going, and he had to be back in the fae realm before dark.

“Before dark” was a better deal than the fifty-minute visit rule Marinette and Chat Noir had been following previously, so neither of them minded this new guidance at all. It was the mixie companion assigned to follow Chat Noir and Marinette around everywhere on their Paris-side adventures that they initially disagreed with.

The first time Alya came through the gate with Chat Noir, disguised by Chat as a fluffy red fox, Marinette assumed that she was one of Chat Noir’s parents, here to scold her for endangering their child. She was prepared to argue with the fox for her friend’s freedom, but Chat Noir merely walked over to his new companion, tapped the side of her front leg with his nose, and let go of the spell holding her transformation, revealing a girl no older than Marinette herself.

“Marinette, I’d like you to meet Alya Cesaire,” Chat Noir said, curling his tail over his front paws as he sat down.

Shocked, Marinette stared at Alya as she explained how Chat Noir’s visits had been discovered, and that he had eventually convinced his mother, who in turn convinced his father, that his visits to the human realm shouldn’t be punished. However, his father, in an abundance of caution, had required his son to take an approved companion with him on his visits if he wanted to return to the human realm, to provide additional safety and to make sure he followed the rules of the fae.

“He nearly got stuck with a royal guard assigned to him,” Alya explained, “But Ad— I mean, Chat Noir told me about what was going on, and I managed to convince his mother, who then convinced his father—”

Is this how all communication with Chat’s father works? Marinette wondered.

“—That I would make a better companion for him than some stuffy adult who doesn’t know how to have fun. That’s not what E— his mother said to his father, of course. She made the argument sound much more professional and took out the ‘fun’ part entirely. I think she emphasized my potion-making skills and my mother’s trusted position in the palace, instead. Anyway, having someone come with him to your world was the only way Chat Noir was going to be able to visit you again, and I knew I could help, so here I am. Being told about the chance to get some of the pastries your parents bake if I come didn’t hurt, either— could I have some to take back with me?”

Marinette blinked at this ebullient, energetic girl. “That depends,” she said. “We don’t always have leftovers, so if you want to be guaranteed anything, you’ll have to buy it yourself.” A default answer came out of her mouth while her brain tried to reboot with the new information she’d just been given.

“What, no discount for friends?” Alya asked, a teasing smile on her face as she rested a hand on her hip. Despite her easy attitude, Marinette could tell that she was nervous about the way Marinette would react to her. What would happen if Marinette wasn’t okay with this unexpected addition to her Saturdays?

Marinette looked carefully at Alya, taking in her orange blouse and hiking boots, the black pouch for potions at her side, the bandana holding her hair back, and the patient, hopeful smile on her lips. This girl had helped protect Chat Noir from his father’s overbearing nature in a way that Marinette could not, and she seemed to have earned Chat Noir’s trust, which was a good sign. Plus, she was ready for a full day’s adventure, so she didn’t seem to have planned to limit Chat and Marinette’s excursions in any way.

If what Alya was describing was the truth, then she must already be friends with Chat Noir, Marinette realized. It must sting him that his father still didn’t trust him to go to the human realm on his own, but having Alya join in his journeys must be much better than the alternative was. Alya seemed like a good person to have on their side.

Shifting her focus to the black cat sitting amiably about a meter to the side of the two girls, Marinette noted how calm he seemed. He hadn’t said a word so far, aside from introducing Alya, and Marinette wondered what he was waiting for.

Staring back at Marinette, Chat Noir seemed to prod her with his eyes, looking from her to Alya and back again. Ah.

“A friends’ discount? I’d nearly forgotten about it, but we do have one,” Marinette said, her words spilling out of her mouth in a rush. “Actually, once I introduce you to Papa, he’ll be so excited that our problem won’t be getting pastries but making sure he doesn’t absolutely drown us in them!” Marinette let out a nervous giggle.

Chat Noir seemed to smile as his tail swished once behind him.

“Then it’s decided,” he said in a joyous tone. “Our first stop will be the Dupain-Chengs’! There is the issue of making sure I’m not left pastry-less, but that can be fixed by you asking for more food than you normally would. I’m hoping for one of everything passionfruit flavored! And some chouquettes. And a croissant, too. I could eat a whole mountain of M. Dupain’s croissants,” he said, a line of drool forming by the edge of his mouth. He licked it up self-consciously as Marinette and Alya shared a smile with one another.

With Alya by their side, Marinette and Chat Noir continued their weekly meetings, and in time, Marinette became nearly as close with Alya as she was with Chat Noir. Though Alya lived in the fae realm with her family, she was free to come visit Marinette whenever she wanted to through the main gate, and the two girls enjoyed having girl-only visits. Chat Noir was almost irrationally jealous of this, and he was extra affectionate with Marinette on his next parent-approved visits after her girl dates. Marinette teased him about it, but secretly, she enjoyed his affection more than she was willing to admit, even to Alya, who became her sole confidant about the burgeoning crush she was harboring on Chat Noir.

“I know he looks like a cat,” she moaned to Alya as she rested her head on the taller girl’s shoulder, her legs in her lap, during one of their girl-only movie nights. “But at the same time, he’s just so human, and I know he’s a fairy under all that fur, so it isn’t that weird, is it?”

Alya tousled her friend’s hair affectionately. “All crushes are weird, ‘Nette,” she told her anxious friend, who was looking up at her with a genuinely concerned expression. “I don’t think this is any weirder than my mother falling in love with my dad and moving to the fairy realm just for a chance to be with him. But you’re right, trying to date Chat Noir while he’s still disguised as a cat and keeping him a secret from your whole family would be pretty hard. I think you should give it some time,” Alya said, popping a chip in her mouth. “Maybe you could try dating someone else who’s interested, like that musician you were telling me about. Luka, right?”

Marinette nodded against Alya’s shoulder. She hadn’t introduced Alya to all of her friends yet, but she’d been talking about the Couffaines more recently since she’d started designing the costumes for their new band.

“That’s the one. He would totally fall for you as soon as you bat your eyes at him! You could try things out with him, and if it doesn’t work out, you can go back to moping over the cat-boy who’s not allowed to show you what he really looks like.”

Marinette frowned and reached for the bowl of popcorn. “I guess I could give Luka a chance, but I don’t know if I really want to,” she grumbled. “Besides, Luka is Juleka’s brother, and since we’re friends it would be weird.”

Alya smirked. “Weirder than dating a magic cat who is also your friend?”

As Marinette threw a popcorn kernel at her, Alya laughed and waved her arms in surrender. “Girl, I’m just kidding! You know I’ll support you no matter what you choose. I think it’s great that you’re in love with Chat. But, you know his parents are super restrictive about dating, right?”

Marinette sighed. “No girlfriends until he’s at least eighteen, yes, I know.” Throwing herself back on the couch as Alya scrolled through the list of movies they had yet to choose from, Marinette let out a groan. “Maybe I should just give Luka a shot, honestly. Chat’s dad is a prick, but going behind his back would still feel wrong.”

Clicking on the description of a new documentary she knew she wouldn’t choose, Alya turned a soft smile to Marinette. “You don’t really even need a boyfriend, Marinette. But if your heart is telling you to love Chat Noir, then love Chat Noir. You don’t have to do anything about it yet. And I’ll always be here if you need a shoulder to cry on.”

Marinette gave Alya a weak smile from her position, half-fallen off the couch. “Thanks, Al,” she said. “You’re the best.”

Alya grinned as she clicked out of the documentary. “Thanks, girl,” she said. “And, hey, the future’s going to be better than you expect. I have a feeling that everything is going to work out just fine.”

Marinette smirked. “A feeling? Or did you try making a future-telling potion again, and you’re just hiding what you found out from it?”

Alya squawked indignantly. “They should be able to be made! I still don’t get why my last recipe didn’t work out, but I’ll master it someday, and show all those old-fashioned teachers what’s possible.”

“I believe in you, Alya,” Marinette said. “But you’re avoiding the question. Did Chat tell you something?”

Alya hit play on a new movie. “I’ll never tell,” she said. “But trust me, girl. You have nothing to worry about.”

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By the time Chat Noir turned seventeen, his parents decided to allow him to travel through the realms without a companion. He still had to let his parents know where he was going, and he still brought Alya along for many of his trips, but now Marinette and he had more time to spend alone together, talking the days away as they rested under the trees in the woods.

Today, Marinette was hoping for another of those treasured days. She had met up with Alya the past evening after school, and Marinette knew that she had plans with her new boyfriend on Saturday, so as long as Chat Noir didn’t have any responsibilities pop up, he’d be the only one to come through the gate.

Playing with the strings of her cross-body purse, Marinette stood in the clearing by the gate. She’d shown up early today, pressed by a mix of excitement to see Chat again and a desire to know about a certain letter she’d received only an hour ago. Her mother had been confused by it, but Marinette didn’t have any answers for her. She was hoping that Chat Noir would be able to clear up the situation as he read the so-far-unopened letter with her. And, okay, she was also early because she wanted to have a nice long afternoon with her not-boyfriend and pretend they were on a romantic date together. There was also that.

Fifteen minutes before noon, a grinding squeal rang out, and Marinette looked up to see a black cat emerge from the rusty gate, his tail lashing at the loud noise, as always. Reaching into her purse, Marinette pulled out a cream-colored envelope and hurried over to greet her friend.

“Princess! You’re early today,” Chat Noir remarked when he saw that Marinette was already at their meeting spot.

‘Princess’ was a nickname he’d come up with early in their friendship. As much as Marinette asked about it, he never told her how he’d come up with it, and he never stopped using the title for her, though it made Marinette blush and complain terribly about the nickname. (She secretly liked it, though. It made her feel like she was as important to Chat Noir as he was to her.)

Giving him a quick unimpressed look for his use of the nickname, Marinette greeted her friend with an energetic wave. “Hi, chaton! I wanted to get here as soon as possible; I have something important to show you. Look, I got a letter in the mail from the fae realm today! See,” Marinette shoved the envelope in front of Chat Noir’s nose as he hopped up on the boulder to be closer to her eye level, “There’s the royal seal. The royal seal! It must be from someone in the palace, and it isn’t Alya. I’ve wanted to show it to you ever since I got it!”

Blinking as he nearly went cross-eyed staring at the envelope, Chat Noir nudged it further back from his face with a paw.

“That’s unexpected,” he said, sounding confused. “I didn’t know they were sending those out yet.”

“Yet?” Marinette asked, looking at Chat Noir. “As in, you knew this would happen at some point? Do you know what’s inside the letter? Is it from your parents?”

Stepping up from the boulder he was standing on, Chat Noir gingerly climbed to be on top of Marinette’s shoulders, the girl shifting perfunctorily to help him stay balanced as he took up the familiar position.

“Well… I don’t know for sure, but I do have a pretty good guess about what the letter says,” he remarked, eyes shining with anticipation. “Why don’t you open the letter and find out?”

Marinette traced the edge of the wax seal with a finger, tilting the envelope in her hands as she slid a nail under the edge of the seal to open the envelope. As the seal broke, the envelope changed colors, transforming into a light pink shade Chat Noir knew she loved.

Gasping, Marinette paused to admire the magic trick. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured. “I hope I don’t tear it, or I’ll feel guilty for ruining such a pretty thing.”

Chat Noir groaned. “You’ve seen magic far more impressive than this,” he said in a complaining voice. “Just rip it open and read the letter! We haven’t got all day.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Just because I’m used to your magic doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate someone else’s, too,” she pointed out. “Besides, I love pink. I think I’ll keep the envelope for a few days, so I can appreciate it properly.”

As she spoke, she carefully opened the envelope the rest of the way, tucking it in her purse after pulling out a letter written in flowing, gold ink on a pale lavender sheet of paper.

“It’s in the royal colors,” she noted. Chat Noir wiggled impatiently, urging her with his eyes to get to the point and start reading already.

She’d been half wondering if whoever sent the letter was Chat Noir’s father, warning her that he knew about their secret meetings and telling her to stay away from his son. But if this were an official royal letter, there was no way that could be the case! Marinette was glad to be wrong.

Unfolding the letter, she began to read it silently, holding it slightly to the left so that Chat could read, too.

After scanning the letter in silence, Chat Noir frowned. “I can’t read the letter,” he informed Marinette in a hesitant voice. “It’s protected by magic; only the person it’s addressed to can read it. All I see is gibberish, and it hurts if I look at it for too long.”

Marinette blushed in embarrassment. “Oh! I’m so sorry, kitty,” she apologized. “Here, I’ll read it out loud for you!”

Reaching up with her left hand, Marinette scratched Chat Noir behind the ears. He leaned into her touch, like he always did, careful not to overbalance himself and fall.

“To Marinette Dupain-Cheng, of the Human Realm,” she read. “We hope that this letter finds you well. It is our great pleasure… blah blah blah, this is just flowery royal stuff, the next paragraph is where the letter really begins. I was just getting there, earlier. Here we go:”

Leaning forward on Marinette’s shoulder, Chat Noir strained to see the letter, as if hoping that the magic protecting it would fade, and he could read along with Marinette.

“As the prince, our son and heir’s eighteenth birthday approaches, we fae keep in mind the old customs, and seek to preserve the traditions which will preserve our kingdom and its long line of rulers. It is our hope that you will agree to do the same, and honor us by accepting this invitation to the Heirs' Ball on the eighth of August.” Stunned, Marinette read through the paragraph again, wondering if she’d misread something. Why would the fae’s king and queen be inviting her, a human (and not even a wealthy one), to a royal ball?

“What in the name of kwamis,” Marinette breathed when the letters on the page didn’t change.

“You’re invited to the Heirs' Ball, Princess!” Chat Noir explained, his voice holding an excited tremor.

Marinette nodded slowly. “So the letter says. But how? And why? I’m just a normal girl, you know!”

Chat’s tail swished, brushing against the top of Marinette’s head. “Didn’t anyone teach you about this in school? I thought they went over fae traditions.”

Marinette moved Chat’s tail, shivering as it tickled her ear. “Our teachers might have,” she admitted. “But I never paid much attention in Realms and Magic. I counted on you to tell me all the important stuff, and here I’m finding out that you’ve failed me!” she joked, eyes tracing the words of the letter one more time in bewilderment.

“Marinetteee,” Chat whined.

She shot him a reproachful glance in response.

“All right,” Chat sighed. “The Heirs' Ball is a tradition going back 200… no, it’s just over 100 generations. It started when the Seelie queen Louisa I made a pact with the kwamis to ensure the survival of her land and people. In exchange for promising to rule with a good heart, and teaching her heirs to do so, as well, plus a few other things, the kwamis would bless her line and provide a new heir each generation. That’s why the Agreste line still hasn’t been broken in over three thousand years, though it’s changed a lot over time.”

Marinette nodded, gesturing to the letter in her hand. “Okay, but how does that lead to me going to a ball?”

Chat Noir huffed, pressing his wet nose against Marinette’s cheek in a gentle rebuke.

“I’m getting there,” he said, and Marinette sighed as she wiped the moisture off her cheek. “So, not all of the ruling heirs to the line are born as Agrestes. My— the current queen, for example. She’s technically a Graham de Vanily, but she rules in the name of the Agrestes, just like her son might or might not, depending on him and his soulmate.”

At these words, Marinette gave a start, nearly disturbing Chat Noir from his perch.

“His soulmate?” she asked, straightening Chat with a hand. “This sounds familiar! I thought it was just a myth, or that it was a forgotten magic. Soulmates are real?”

“Not for everyone,” Chat Noir said, removing his claws from Marinette’s cotton shirt (not her skin, thankfully). “I think, at least. Maybe everyone has a soulmate, but it’s only the Agreste heirs who are guided to theirs. And it has to be at the Heirs' Ball, that’s the only time the magic works! Our holding the ball is another way of proving to the kwamis that we’re still faithful to our oath.”

“Huh. And I’m invited because…?”

“The invitations are actually random,” Chat Noir said. “At least, on our end. The kwamis guide the king and queen through distant magic, and they pick several dozen Seelies, and, since the peace treaty, humans, to invite from a randomly formed list from the latest censuses. With the help of the kwamis, one of those invited to the ball is always the heir’s soulmate. At the ball, a soulmate bond will form between the heir and their true love, provided that both soulmates are willingly present. So far, throughout all of history, not one single heir has failed to find their soulmate! After some time, it will be determined whether the Agreste or their soulmate will become the kingdom’s new ruler, so that the best suited candidate is always on the throne . Later on, the soulmates marry, and later still, the cycle repeats. As long as the Heirs' Ball is held properly each generation, and as long as our rulers are on the side of light and order, the Agrestes keep the throne.”

“Wow,” Marinette breathed. “That’s amazing! So, I get to go to the ball this generation?” This seemed like the most exciting thing Marinette had ever had happen to her, other than meeting Chat Noir.

“Yes,” Chat Noir said, his warm breath hitting Marinette’s cheek as he looked closely at her. “If you go, you’ll be provided with a dress to wear, a Seelie guide to the fae realm, and anything else you might need. And by the end of the night, you could meet your soulmate!”

Though she’d been staring dreamily off into the distance with the letter clasped against her chest, Marinette snapped out of her reverie.

“No soulmates,” she insisted. “If I go, it’ll be so that I can wear a magic dress and go to a royal party. Besides, the ball’s at the palace, and that’s where you live,” she pointed out matter-of-factly.

Suddenly frozen on her shoulder, Chat Noir struggled for words. “Yeeesss,” he said, dragging out the word slowly. “Where are you going with this?”

“If I go to the ball, I can try to find you afterwards,” Marinette said. “I’ll sneak out, explore the palace, and find you. Since I’ll already be in the Seelie palace, there won’t be any Unseelies to worry about, and I won’t need a guide. Once I find you, your parents won’t be able to make you keep your real identity a secret anymore. You can tell me your real name, and we’ll be free to visit each other whenever we like, and we’ll live happily ever after. Um,” Marinette gulped, realizing how that last part sounded and not wanting to presume Chat’s affections. “As friends, I mean! We’ll have a platonic happily ever after.”

Chat Noir seemed to deflate, folding his ears flat back on his head. “Of course,” he said in a low voice. “We’ll live happily ever after. Without soulmates.”

Suddenly struck by a thought, Chat’s ears perked back up..

“So, wait, you are going to the ball, then?” His green eyes peered excitedly into Marinette’s blue ones.

Marinette folded the letter and tucked it into her purse. “Of course! Did you not hear what I just said? There’ll be high fashion, free food probably, and best of all, I’ll finally get to meet you! Real fairy-you, instead of cat-you. Though you do look cute this way!” Marinette smiled as she reached up to pet Chat again.

Letting out a short purr, Chat curled his tail around her neck. “I’ll have you know that I look ravishingly handsome as a fairy,” he said, eyes teasing Marinette as they glittered. “When you see the real me, you’ll instantly fall in love. Are you sure you want to risk that, Princess?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “I think that you’re awfully bold, for someone who’s been hiding their true appearance for six years,” she remarked. “You’re probably ugly underneath all that fur. But it’s okay if you are, because I’ll always love you… as a friend,” Marinette said quickly, bopping his nose with a finger. He went adorably cross-eyed at the sudden motion.

“But you think there’s no chance of you being the prince’s soulmate, then?” he asked, tapping a paw against Marinette’s cheek as he asked to be set down.

Marinette chuckled as she lifted the cat off her shoulders and placed him back on the boulder.

“Not a chance, kitty,” she said. “Not a chance.”

Marinette didn’t let herself think about why Chat looked so disappointed by her assertion. If he really wanted Marinette to be the prince’s true love, that meant he didn’t want her to be his. And that thought hurt too much for Marinette to consider.

[anyisoleil]

Ladybug in medieval time?? 🐞❤

[verfound]

FIC: The Rocking Epic of Lukas Stone and His Lady Faire (1/5) (MLB, Lukanette)

Rating: Teen & Up

Characters/Pairings: Anarka Couffaine, Jagged Stone, Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Tikki; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Jagged Stone/Anarka Couffaine (Past)

Summary: Meeting your soulmate is supposed to be the most magical moment of your life, and perhaps it would have been if Marinette’s soulmate hadn’t gone and gotten himself kidnapped by a dragon the very same night.  Now she’s on a quest with a princess and a bug-sized god to bring him home, hopefully before he gets himself eaten…  (Or: Ver said “No Valentine’s Epics” this year and Cap just laughed.)

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Last year, after PH exploded like it did, I swore up and down there would be no Valentine’s Epics this year.  And then I got @chromemist , our dear cap’n of the good ship @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers, and her prompts – especially when she expanded on them – gave no room for non-epics.  😂  My prompts were “Soulmate AU” and “Royalty AU”, and Cap?  You can expect me this weekend. I have Words for you, ma’am.  😂  (Specifically, as of right now, at least five chapters and a potential sequel’s worth.  😂)

The Rocking Epic of Lukas Stone and His Lady Faire

Chapter One: Hey Dilly Dilly, Aren’t Soulmates Just Silly?

Marinette didn’t like parties.

“I must say, you do look enchanting tonight,” the man leading her around the dancefloor said lowly, smiling at her as he bent closer.  She hoped she wasn’t too obvious in the way she leaned back – his cologne was strong enough to make her gag.

“Thank you,” she murmured politely.  She hoped he took the demure way she turned her head from him as a show of coy shyness and not what it was: a desperate search for the nearest exit.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like parties.  Not really.  She just didn’t much like these parties.

These parties were parties thrown by her favorite uncle, King Jacob Stone.  When Marinette thought of parties she thought of the gatherings her friend Alya liked to host, with maybe three musicians in the corner and casual dancing and a table with snacks in the back corner.  Or maybe the dinners Gabriel Agreste, head of the most prominent fashion guild, hosted for his fellow guildsmen, hours of polite conversation around an elaborate ten-course meal.  She certainly didn’t think of extravagant gowns, stiff suits, formal dancing to a fifteen-piece band, and servants circulating with trays of drink and food for the partygoers to enjoy.  King Stone didn’t so much throw parties as he threw lavish balls, with all the pomp and circumstance befitting one of royal status (and all the…eccentricities befitting a royal like Jagged Stone).

This particular ball, a masquerade at that, was being thrown in honor of his eldest son, the crown prince.  Today was the prince’s birthday – his eighteenth birthday, at that.  So if King Stone had gone a little…well, overboard with things, no one entirely blamed him.  Your eldest son only came of age once, after all.  It was, Marinette supposed, a pretty big deal.

It was still more party than Marinette was accustomed to dealing with.

[nomolosk]

Miraculous Prompt

Never gonna write this myself, but the concept has captured my mind, so I'm putting it out there for anyone else to take!

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King Gabriel has two sons, and two countries he wants to ally with. One country, he wishes to partner, the other he wants to weaken, so he can eventually take it over as a vassal state. Adrien is his eldest son, trained in statecraft- Gabriel views him as softhearted and weakwilled, since he always does what he's told. Felix is his younger son, trained in military strategy and tactics- Gabriel sees him as the stronger of the two.

Adrien is contracted to marry the oldest daughter of the Tsurugi Clan, who rule the country to the east. Adrien's softheartedness will be tempered by Kagami's decisiveness, and Gabriel won't have to worry about him strengthening the nation too much. The alliance will be a true partnership of equals.

Felix is contracted to marry the oldest daughter of the Dupain-Cheng monarchy, who rule the country to the south. They already have a strong military, because they have uneasy relationships with their other neighbors. Gabriel wants Felix to urge a stronger dependence on Gabriel's military using the marriage alliance, while he secretly fosters unrest in their neighbors.

What a calamity then, to discover after the fact that Adrien and Felix have switched places, and married the wrong girls.

[dalivanmagritte]

NCT FIC REC : LEE JENO Part 2

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my first and last (fav, finished serie, smut, abo!au)

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the roommate contract (fluff, crack, angst, suggestive, roommate!au)

classics (smut)

hot mess (smut, college!au)

all about attraction (smut)

masturbation (smut)

big noses (smut)

skaterboy -> truth or dare? (smut)

villain (smut)

off the path (smut)

boys like you (smut, e2l!au)

stress relief (smut)

service top (smut)

sub puppy (smut)

lovesick (smut, pregnancy!au)

under the same roof (smut, roommates!au)

wake up, s*x and eat (smut)

that skirt (smut, pervy!jeno)

masked (smut, halloween!au, scream!au)

touch it (smut)

get smart (smut)

wicked games (smut, cheating)

in your eyes series ml (smut, fluff, angst)

fight club (smut, fight club!au, boxer!au)

cockwarming (smut)

videos (smut)

sub (smut)

small waist (smut)

nerd jeno (smut)

breeding (smut)

sugar and spice (smut)

breeding (again) (smut)

obsessed bf x clingy gf (smut)

alternate universe (magics, gods, royalty, etc...)

alpha himbo jeno (smut, abo!au)

may i have this dance? (fluff, royal!au, regency!era)

with another member

two is better than one x jaemin (smut)

him and his bff x jaemin (smut)

[gojonanami]

Anyone have really cute manhwa recs?

would love a royalty or modern au where the ML is down bad? even one where the ML is twisted—-

I need to disassociate

[thelonelyarchon]

PICTURE PERFECT (guy) ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ִ ࣪𖤐

PAIRING: artem wing x idol!fem!reader

GENRE: social media au, modern/idol au, lawyer (bodyguard-ish relationship) x client, imaginary love triangle, secret identity (royalty), best friend's sister, love at first sight

SYNOPSIS: when asked about her ideal man during a promotional interview for her new album’s release, y/n, also known as idol 'YEONMI' has only one person in mind: the country's top attorney with a 99% win rate and stellis city’s renowned youngest senior attorney, artem wing.

who could blame her? he’s a picture perfect guy.

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: genshin impact x tot, ooc characters, disregards tot main story timeline, creative liberties (for character backgrounds. i try to be truthful to the og work as much as i can!), swearing, stalking, kidnapping, attempted murder, crack, angst (?) slightly serious au, depictions of cyber hate, alcohol consumption, kissing, female pronouns are used, proactive female lead (chases ml proactively), law terms, assault, mentions of guns and other weapons, disoriented family/family issues, suggestive scenes, sexual innuendos, mentions of crime, mention of drugs . . . (+chapter specific trigger warnings will be posted as the story progresses)

STATUS: ongoing

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ hello!

⋆ ★ expect grammatical errors. some typos are intentional though.

⋆ ★ it's my first smau! expect it to be shitty lol.

⋆ ★ english is not my first language! so if my dialogues sound too stiff, calculated, unnatural, or unfunny at times then you know why :'> i'm trying, i swear

⋆ ★ possible written chapters are marked with a 🌷

⋆ ★ pov indicator: light mode -> y/n | dark mode -> artem (unless other character's pov is stated)

⋆ ★ timestamps don't matter unless specifically stated and small caps letters are intentional

⋆ ★ (kind) helpful criticisms are welcome!

TAGLIST: open! comment down below or send me a message/ask if you want to be added.

CHARACTERS

— foolish ones (y/n’s circle)

— nixx team (artem's circle)

PROLOGUE

— happy birthday

SESSION 1

— 001 - who’s artem wing?

— 002 - congratulations, mr. wing!

— 003 - brother and sister

— 004 - disappointment

— 005

— 006

— 007

— 008

— 009

— 010

© @thelonelyarchon 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DO NOT COPY. DO NOT REPOST. REBLOG & LIKE.

[jennrypan]

...I now realize I cant read Im sorry 😭 oh my god??

I thought..this said 'whats my opinion' on..ok--

My bad- my idea! Is basically

After Gabriels defeat, Lila and Chloe become to new big bads but they arent like.. genuinely evil, theyre just chaotic and wanna make Ladybugs life difficult for funsies, theyre like Team Rocket, for the best comparison

Lila as the new Butterfly and Chloe as Queen Bee (she snatches the bee miraculous again or Zoe just gives it to her when she hears that Chloes being forced away and Id give Zoe some nuance like she may not approve but she doesnt just wanna be a replacement Chloë )

Instead of having Lila be some sociopath who has several identities, Id make that she has two moms who are both always too busy for her and growing up she craved attention and believed lying is the only way to do that and then every time someone found out instead of being normal about it they always shouted at her and ranted to her about whats right and wrong (even if the little stories arent important) so she starts to hate people like that, she doesnt like overly nice people and she becomes aggressive as a defensive, and takes out her anger on other people and becomes easily defensive and rude (shes not a good person but shes definitely not evil, she wont kill anyone or hurt kids but she'll definitely laugh if your child trips )

For Chloe, Id have her behavior deterring be explained by how Marinette LITERALLY gave her the evidence to be like Audrey just so she could be loved by her mother and the fact that even her own father thought she was a lost cause, so did Adrien and her father immediately replaced her with her new sister (who her mother left her for when she was a child) and it makes her spiral and the whole Miracle Queen thing was her lashing out at the world and she believed Ladybug (her hero and the last person she depended on, didnt believe in her either) so she got worse, she doesnt however treat Sabrina worse- with Sabrina shes still rude and snooty but does try to curb her attitude cuz shes literally her only support system. Chloe no longer has any respect for Ladybug or the other heros, she finds them messy and shes all for inconveniencing Ladybug (AFTER Gabriels defeat, cuz hes a literal terrorist who needs to be taken down)

Like basically these two are here to spite god and look good while doing it

Id also have this take place when theyre like 18-19,

(They want to take the miraculous but not cuz they wanna make a wish but cuz they think the heros dont deserve it and itd be fun)

And also Sabrina is there cuz..Sabrina was literally all for this and I think she deserves to be chaotic too.

So yeah!! Just fun stuff

(Also..Felix joins them for added chaos cuz he also doesnt care for the heros)

What's your idea of villain chloe and lila

If done properly??GOOD SHIT I support fun pretty villains <3 also fanart of Lila with the Butterfly?? Chefs kiss,

But the way the show is doing it?? Lame, boring, tasteless

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Trick or treat! :3

well hello if it isn't my favorite aidanchaser in the whole world 🥰 got something extra special from as yet the glass seems true for you!

He was too close to her to concentrate. She was looking at him across the table again, just as she had out in the common. Just as she had since that day at the palace when Ladybug and Chat Noir had become Marinette and Adrien. He held her gaze, the brightest splash of blue in the entire library, and repressed a smirk when she dropped her head back to her book. “What’d you get for number six?” whispered Alya, sitting beside her. “I—” Marinette cleared her throat, color blooming in her cheeks as Adrien nudged his ankle against hers. “I’m not there yet.” “You’re already on six?” Nino’s whisper carried louder as he flipped through his textbook, simultaneously scrolling through the document open on his laptop screen. “I’m stuck on four.” “Me too,” Adrien said, heart lobbing painfully in his chest as he felt the ball of Marinette’s shoe dig into his shin. “I mean, I—I don’t remember this in the reading.” “It wasn’t,” Alya said, frowning back down at her book. “I had to look it up. It’s in some book the professor published in the nineties, way back before King Colt’s time.” “Oh,” said Adrien. Marinette was looking up at him through her lashes, the inside of her shoe now pressed against the inside of Adrien’s. He slid his foot forward, knocking his heel against the back of hers. The corners of her mouth dimpled with her own repressed smile. “Well then why’d he put it on the study guide?” Nino hissed, looking across the table at Alya. “Probably to make our lives harder,” Alya said. At Marinette’s sudden intake of breath—Adrien’s knee tingled where it now brushed against hers—her brow wrinkled. “You okay, Marinette? You look kinda sick.” “I’m fine.” Marinette’s voice was hitched in her throat; she cleared it before trying again. “I just…” She stood rapidly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes fixed on the café at the library entrance. “I think I need another drink.”

yes they are playing footsies. no they are still not dating! happy halloween 🎃

from the ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)

[rosie-b]

How Marinette Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Ball

Chapter 3: The Heirs' Ball (Links to Ch. 1, Ch. 2)

Summary: Marinette crosses into the fairy realm for the first time and attends the heirs' ball, where the prince's soulmate will be announced.

As always, you can read the whole chapter below or on AO3 using the links above!

On the evening of the ball, Marinette spent about two minutes getting dressed and ready. 

It would have taken her even less time, but the instructions written on the tiny acorn she’d gotten in the mail were a bit hard to decipher, and Marinette wanted to make she didn’t say the wrong thing and accidentally tamper with the premade spell’s effect on her outfit, so she spent a minute and a half checking to make sure she had all the words right.

Standing in front of her mirror and wearing only what she wanted underneath the gown, Marinette took a deep breath and pictured her hopes for the dress one more time. With a single whispered sentence, she unlocked the enchantment in the acorn, and as Marinette held it, it began to grow, stretching out to become a long bolt of red fabric, which wrapped around Marinette and began to shape itself into an elegant gown. On Marinette’s feet, two slippers formed, and when she looked in the mirror, she saw that they were made from a red-hued crystal, strong and unbreakable but comfortable to wear. Marinette allowed herself a private smile. She knew getting an outfit from the fae would be exciting!

The fabric continued to shape itself around Marinette, spreading out into a sleeveless A-line gown with a Queen Anne neckline. The bodice was made of a red silk taffeta with black diamonds sewn in it, reminiscent of the ladybug-inspired dress Marinette had designed all those years ago, the first time she met Chat Noir. As the taffeta ruffled out and ended just past Marinette’s hips, a black tulle layer formed under it, creating the base of the full skirt. To finish, a golden glow of magic rushed up past Marinette’s shoulders, twisting her black hair into a low inverted bun and adding a thin layer of makeup to her face. The magic tucked a golden flower pin into her hair, and then it rushed down again to Marinette’s hands, manifesting as a thin card with her name on it. Marinette knew from the second letter she’d gotten from the castle, after she sent a letter accepting her invitation, that this card was to be presented at the main fairy gate, where she’d meet her assigned Seelie guard and cross into the fae realm for the very first time in her life.

Marinette felt a thrill race through her as she thought about it. For all her years interacting with Chat Noir, Alya, and various other fairies or mixies, Marinette had never yet had the chance to visit their home realm. 

There’s nothing that special about it, Marinette told herself. It’s just that everyone there has magic, and you might finally get to meet the real Chat Noir, who you are in love with, and his family after you leave the ball. Yeah. No big deal.

Brushing an imaginary speck of dust from her dress, Marinette headed downstairs, where her parents were waiting to see their little girl off.

“Marinette! That must be the dress they sent you, isn’t it?” Marinette nodded shyly at her papa’s question. “I had trouble believing that an outfit could grow from that acorn, but here the proof is in front of my own eyes! You look so grown-up,” Tom said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Nodding her head in agreement, Sabine pulled her daughter into a short embrace, pulling back and resting her hand on Marinette’s cheek. “You look simply beautiful, Marinette. I’m so proud of you,” she said.

Cheeks turning a light pink, Marinette looked down at her mother with a smile. 

“All I did was get a random invitation, Mama,” she insisted. “I didn’t even have to do anything but accept it.”

“Maybe, but the fact that you might be the prince’s soulmate speaks for itself!” Tom boomed excitedly. “I’m sure he’ll fall in love as soon as he sees you. But you don’t have to marry him, sweetie,” Tom said earnestly. “If he turns out to be a jerk like Chloe, dump him and come straight home. Okay?”

“Okay, Papa.” Marinette said, turning to give him a hug too before she left.

“Ah-ah! Hold on, Marinette, we need a picture before you leave! That dress is absolutely stunning, and you look gorgeous in it,” Sabine said, walking over to grab the camera from off the table.

“Mama,” Marinette protested, but she stood still for the pictures anyway, a radiant smile on her face. Afterwards, both her parents encased her in another warm hug, offering to walk with her to the gate and making sure she had a ride home after the ball, since they both had to go to bed soon after she left so that they could the bakery on time the next day.

Finally, Marinette was on her way to the fairy gate. A collection of about a dozen or so girls was already gathered by the gate, some of whom she recognized and most of whom she did not. One blond girl with a pixie stood out from the crowd, though.

“Rose?” Marinette asked when she drew close enough to confirm her suspicions. “You got invited, too? I thought you were dating Juleka.”

Rose turned to face Marinette, a bright smile on her face. “Marinette! You look gorgeous,” she exclaimed, running her eyes over the details in the red dress. “I am dating Juleka, so we both figured that I’m not the prince’s soulmate. Even if I do turn out to be his soulmate, I’d obviously choose Juleka over him anyway. I’m just here for the ball,” Rose laughed. “There are going to be so many pretty dresses to admire, and I’ve heard the palace ballroom is full of famous art. I promised Juleka I’d take pictures.”

“That was nice of you,” Marinette smiled. “I have to admit, I’m mostly here for the dresses, too. Although, I have a friend in the fae realm I’d like to meet when all of this is done,” she admitted.

“Oh, that’s right! Alya Cesaire, the mixie you introduced me to! She made me a potion for my throat after it got sore from practice once.”

“That’s her,” Marinette said, unsure if she wanted to keep up this facade or not. Technically, it wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth. “She promised to guide me back from the fae realm, actually.”

“That’s so sweet of her,” Rose cooed. “Oh! Marinette, you have to meet Celestine; she came all the way from Duxford, England when she got her invitation. There are girls here from all over the world!”

“Hello, Celestine,” Marinette said, offering the redhead a hand to shake.

“Pleased to meet you,” Celestine said, taking the proffered hand. “I was really excited to get the chance to come here. Even if I don’t turn out to be the prince’s soulmate, this is still a great chance to see the fae realm! Parisians are so used to having their own fairy gate, but the rest of the world has to wait for the fae to visit them, or come here if they want to cross realms. I’m thrilled to be offered this chance.”

“I’ve never crossed realms before, either,” Marinette said. “It can be dangerous without a Seelie guide. It’s true that Parisians have it easier than most, but we’re all very lucky to have this opportunity!”

As the town square’s clock struck seven, the Seelie guides arrived through the gate, finding the girl they were assigned to escort and crossing with them to the fairy realm.

“Celestine?” a dark haired guide called. Celestine raised her hand, and the guard stepped over, checked her name card, and bowed, offering an elbow for Celestine to hold as they crossed realms. As they headed through the gate, another guard appeared by Marinette, tapping her shoulder to get her attention.

“Hello?” Marinette asked, turning around to see who it was.

“Hello, Marinette,” a voice belonging to a boy who looked to be about her age. Greeting her with a warm smile, the guide held out his hand, waiting for Marinette’s card. She handed it to him, eyes searching the guide’s hazel eyes as she wondered how he already knew her name. “Alya told me all about you, but I don’t think she’s mentioned me by name to you yet. I’m Nino Lahiffe, guard to the prince, Seelie guide on the weekends, and recently promoted to being Alya’s boyfriend.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as Nino briefly checked the card over and released the spell on it, leaving a magicless acorn in his hands. The dress remained on Marinette, a permanent gift from the Seelie rulers.

“Oh, that’s how you knew my name! Alya did mention you to me, but she refused to tell me who her new beau was until after the first date. Did you have fun together?”

Nino smiled, tucking the acorn into his pocket with a far-off look on his face. 

“I think we did,” he said wistfully. “She agreed to meet me again on Tuesday for coffee, so it can’t have been a bad date, right?”

“I don’t think Alya would have agreed to another date with you if it was,” Marinette laughed. Taking Nino’s elbow, the two of them stepped through the fairy gate, and the human realm vanished behind Marinette as she entered the fairy realm for the first time.

The gate stood in a park near the Seelie palace, partially to show the humans’ acknowledgement of the fairies’ right to rule the realm and partially to cut down on the number of Unseelies that came through the gate. Not many of them fancied going near the Seelie palace, but sometimes one or two would pass through to the human realm and cause some mischief. A misplaced wallet here, a possessed goat there, the damage was recorded and undone by the Seelies as soon as it was caught, but the gate’s placement helped to cut down on the frequency of these incidents. Since the palace was so close to the gate, the girls’ guides were really only a formality. Still, you never know when an Unseelie will pop up, so it is best that we stay on the safe side, Marinette mused.

Stepping through the elaborate gardens that made up the south part of the park, Marinette admired the different kinds of flowers and shrubs that were carefully trimmed and kept by magic. All kinds of songbirds made their homes in the arboretum nearby, their songs filling Marinette’s ears with sweet music. 

This is definitely more impressive than the human side of the gate, she thought with a trace of embarrassment. Maybe she could bring the issue up to the mayor sometime and try to convince him to improve the town square a little to show more respect for the alliance.

As Nino and Marinette left the park and approached the palace itself, she stared unabashedly at its size and grandeur. The white brick walls were decorated with gold designs, and the doors were made of a strong mahogany. Several turrets stood on the outer walls of the palace, and Marinette walked by a large fountain near the front gate of the palace. Nino opened the door for her, and she took a step inside, but before her slipper could touch the soft carpet on the floor, Nino pulled her back. 

“Wait,” he said. “There’s a quicker way to get to the ballroom.” Touching the doorframe, Nino closed his eyes and concentrated, and a green glow surrounded the pair. 

“There,” Nino said, brushing off his hands. “Now, when we step through, we’ll transport right to the ballroom. After that, you’re free to enjoy the ball. Alya’s mom was in charge of catering, so you’ll get a chance to try some of her special recipes while you’re here”

Marinette cautiously stepped over the glowing threshold with Nino, marveling as the scenery around her changed once again to a large ballroom with violet-painted walls and fine art.

“Woah,” she whispered, turning to admire the room. “This place is gorgeous!”

Nino smiled at her tourist-like wonder. “It is a pretty cool palace,” he said in agreement. “Hey, if you get bored during the party, you can come find me and Alya; we were invited as guests since we work here. Just don’t forget to meet the prince before you leave the ball,” Nino said with a wink. “I have to get back to the gate now; there are a few other girls I’ve been assigned to guide over. Enjoy the party!”

Marinette smiled. “Thank you,” she said, eyes shining in the candlelight of the ballroom. “I think I will.”

Nino turned to leave, and Marinette walked over to say hi to some of the other guests she knew. The music hadn’t started yet, since Marinette was one of the first guests to arrive and was technically early. The refreshment table was already set up, so after Marinette greeted Alix, who was wearing a suit and had somehow influenced the magic to give her shoes with collapsible roller blades, she wandered over to try the crudités. Oh, they have asparagus! Marinette noted. It’s out of season in Paris right now, but I guess with magic, they can grow it whenever they want.

As Marinette sampled the various appetizers and mini foods, the rest of the guests arrived, and the band finished tuning their instruments, beginning to play a soft waltz as the guests mingled and waited for the prince and his parents, the queen and king, to have their grand entrance. As the guides and other guests arrived, a few couples began to dance, Alya and Nino being one of them.

Eventually, a swell in the music signaled that the royals were arriving, first the king in purple robes, then the queen in an elegant blue feathered gown that swept down to the floor, and last of all, the prince, all announced by a fairy who stood by the band and used magic rather than a microphone to make their voice carry across the room. Though Marinette was already in love with Chat Noir, she had to admit that the prince was handsome. His bright golden hair was swept back in gentle waves, and the green accents in his black suit complemented the grass green of his eyes. His gaze swept over the crowd as he made his way to the small dais in the far corner of the room, and as his eyes seemed to catch and linger on Marinette, a radiant smile spread over his face, leaving a gentle pink blush on his cheeks. Marinette fought the shivers running down her spine and furiously reminded her treacherous heart that she was already in love with one boy, and that was hard enough for her to deal with, thank you very much.

“Each invited guest will have the opportunity to meet the prince in turn, one by one, until Prince Adrien’s soulmate bond forms and the conditions of the kwamis’ blessing are fulfilled,” the announcing fairy boomed. “This Heirs’ Ball, you will be going in alphabetical order. Because there are so many of you here, we ask that you please wait to join the line by the dais until there are only a maximum of five girls ahead of you. To aid with this, I will cast a spell which will allow you to see your place in the queue written over the back of your left hand. As the queue moves along, the number will change accordingly. While you are waiting, we have a table with refreshments set up by the west side of the room, and of course, you are more than welcome to dance along with the music provided by our talented band! I hope you all enjoy the rest of the ball!”

Breaking off the spell that had allowed her to increase her voice’s volume, the fairy spoke another spell, and Marinette turned her left hand over to see a golden ‘9’ appear over it, like a tattoo in a fancy font. It seemed Marinette didn’t have long to wait until she got the chance to meet the prince.

She’d played down her excitement in front of Chat Noir when he talked about it, and certainly she didn’t care about the possibility — which was really no possibility, Marinette thought — that she was the prince’s soulmate. But Marinette couldn’t deny that it was exciting to meet the future ruler of the fairy kingdom. Prince Adrien Agreste was not very well known in the human realm, and he’d only visited Paris twice in all his eighteen years, once last summer, and once the winter before, on diplomatic meetings with his mother. Queen Emilie was a more familiar face to the humans, and she met frequently with the rulers of the human world. Her taste in fashion was impeccable, and Marinette had always looked up to the designs she wore. Marinette had heard a rumor that King Gabriel, her husband, had designed them all, but she didn’t know if it was true or not.

Marinette finished her cup of sparkling lemonade and returned the glass to a waiter, smiling her ‘thank you’ to them. As the number on her hand switched to an eight and then a seven a few minutes later, Marinette felt grateful that she had an early place in the queue. It meant she would get to sneak out sooner to find Chat Noir. The last time they’d talked, he’d seemed tenser than usual, especially when she insisted that she’d rather spend time with him than stay to talk with the prince for longer. She’d managed to get him to agree to meet her in the main courtyard sometime past eight, but now she was feeling nervous. What if he couldn’t slip away from his father? Or worse, what if he didn’t want Marinette to meet him at all while he wasn’t disguised as a cat? What if he was embarrassed to be friends with someone like Marinette, who didn’t want to fall in love with the prince?

Marinette stole a glance at him over the heads of those dancing in the middle of the ballroom. He seemed nice enough, but a bit distracted. As the girl he’d been chatting with bowed and walked away, a sad look on her face, Prince Adrien’s eyes lifted, and happened to meet Marinette’s. Shocked, Marinette’s face turned red as she realized she’d been caught staring, but the prince quickly recovered from his surprise. Raising one of his brows at her, his mouth twisted into a smirk. Marinette’s mouth fell open at his audacity, but then a pair of dancing girls whirled past her, obscuring her view. Marinette took advantage of them and disappeared into the crowd. A few minutes later, the number on her hand shrunk into a five.

On the other side of the ballroom, Alya and Nino were keeping an eye on both Adrien and Marinette as they danced across the wood floor in a style that theoretically resembled a waltz. 

“Do you think he’s going to tell her?” Nino asked, his voice a whisper against Alya’s ear.

“Oh, he definitely will,” she said, lifting her arm to let Nino know to twirl her around. “They’re both smitten,” she remarked after her skirts had finished flaring out and back down again. “Adrien isn’t even trying to hide it. He’s taking as little time to meet with the other girls as possible, and his father is starting to catch on. He won’t last a minute without telling her,” she laughed.

“Hopefully he won’t need that long,” Nino said. “Once their soulmate bond forms, she’ll have to figure it out, right? I’m still new to this star-crossed romance of theirs, but I think that telepathy would be a fitting bond for them to have.”

“That way, he can tell her everything without his father’s influence, before she panics and has the chance to run away,” Alya mused. “Not a bad idea, Lahiffe!”

“Alya, we are literally dating,” Nino said with a roll of his eyes. “Are you really going to keep using my last name?”

Alya grinned. “Yes,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

The pair waltzed past Marinette as she looked down at the three on her hand, working up the courage to go over and join the short line of girls by the prince. It’s okay, you’re still being loyal to Chat, she told herself. You’ll be able to look into those emerald eyes and smile and not fall in love. Easily.

Taking a deep breath, Marinette walked over to stand in front of the dais, waiting nervously behind the only other girl in line. As soon as Marinette took her place, three other girls walked up behind her, making Marinette blush as she realized she’d forced them to wait longer than they’d wanted to to join the queue.

 Soon enough, the fairy in front of Marinette was walking up to greet the prince, who was standing on the first step of the dais, his parents watching from their thrones on the top level. The girl bent into a deep curtsy and waited for the queen’s signal to rise. When Emilie raised her hand, the girl straightened and stepped closer to the prince, taking his hand in hers to kiss his signet ring, a silver band bearing the crest of the Agrestes. 

The announcer, who was standing to the left of the dais, motioned for the girl to introduce herself, and she gave her name to the prince— Victoria Dubreuil, daughter of Eloise and Maël Dubreuil from the Southern province.

The prince greeted her politely, and Marinette realized she was close enough to hear their conversation, though she tried to tune it out in politeness. She supposed it was too late to move the entire line back now. That probably meant the girl behind her would be hearing her conversation with the prince, too, Marinette thought in mild panic. Everyone would be able to know if she slipped up! She should have studied fae etiquette more carefully before the ball.

Overwhelmed by her anxious thoughts, Marinette nearly missed the end of Victoria and the prince’s meeting. As Victoria left, a bit disappointed by how rushed the conversation had felt, the king motioned to the announcer, who motioned to Marinette that she should move forward. Catching her signal, Marinette took a lurching step forward, her heel catching on her long skirt as she moved. Eyes widening as she pinwheeled her arms in a desperate attempt to regain her balance, Marinette realized that she was going to fall, here at the dais, in front of everyone… including the king and queen! And the prince!

But Marinette didn’t fall very far before she was saved from hitting the floor. 

“Falling for me already, Princess?”

Marinette’s head snapped up as she looked around for the source of the familiar nickname. But the only person in front of her was Prince Adrien Agreste, smirk back on his face as he supported her with both hands on her upper waist. He’d stepped forward to catch her, resulting in Marinette falling with her hands squarely on his chest. She stammered an apology as she pushed herself off of him, face turning red as she realized that this was much, much closer than she’d ever thought she’d be to the fairy prince.

“You’re sorry, I mean I’m sorry, Your Highness! It’s chest— just! I’m so clumsy, oh kwamis, I am so sorry—”

Adrien chuckled, a warm, deep sound that sent a thrill through Marinette. “It’s all right,” he said. Reaching down, he gently took her right hand and raised it to his lips. “I’m pleased to officially meet you,” he murmured as his lips brushed over her skin.

“Guh,” Marinette said intelligently, staring down at her hand. Where Adrien’s lips had been, a dark mark was beginning to form, and Marinette scrunched her brows together as she looked at it. Was it some sort of magical sign, to say stay away from this girl and do not let her into the fairy realm ever again, she committed crimes of klutziness against the crown prince ? Marinette shuddered at the thought of being tossed out of the fairy kingdom, a dark stain against her reputation literally on her hand for the world to see. What would she tell Chat?

Then the dark swirl on her hand began to clear, and Marinette blinked. It wasn’t a sign, after all! There were no words forming on her skin, only a silver tree with rust marking the edges of its boughs. A silver fairy gate, like the one hidden in the woods.

“W-what?” Marinette breathed, pulling her hand out of Adrien’s to look at it more closely. Sure enough, there was the secret gate, down to the rusted keyhole in the center! “What is this, what does it mean?”

Brushing his hand against hers, Adrien locked their fingers together, looking down at Marinette with a reverent expression.

“It means we’re soulmates, Marinette,” he said. 

Marinette’s mind went blank. Stepping away, she pulled her hand out of his, hardly sparing a cursory glance at the prince, who looked like a kicked puppy. 

Flexing her right hand, Marinette looked down at her mark again, her hand shaking slightly as she stared at it.

“We can’t be soulmates,” she whispered. “How could we be soulmates? Unless…” The mark on her skin had to mean something. Why would a picture of a rusting old gate make the prince think he was her soulmate?

“Princess,” floated through her mind. Adrien had called her Princess when he caught her. But that didn’t make sense. Only one person called her that!

“Marinette,” the prince said again, his voice soft and tentative. And that was wrong, too, she hadn’t had the chance to introduce herself! He shouldn’t know who she was yet… but he did.

Marinette paused, looking up at the prince’s open expression, his green eyes that seemed to be familiar, somehow, echoing the expression Marinette often saw on Chat when he talked about his hope for the future; how fragile it was. She looked behind the prince, at his parents, responsible for raising and protecting the country’s only heir. Wouldn’t they want to keep him where they could know he was safe at all times? Inside the palace, where the secret gate’s entrance was, hidden in one of the courtyards. Marinette inhaled sharply, peering closely at the prince, her lips forming a question she already knew the answer to.

“Chat Noir?”

Adrien’s face brightened suddenly, smiling hopefully as he looked at Marinette.

“Yes, Princess?” 

There was no doubt about it now. The prince’s cadence was just like Chat Noir’s, every inflection was exactly the same. 

“Oh, kwamis,” Marinette breathed. “It’s really you!”

Adrien laughed, glancing back at his mother, who was leaning forward in her chair with a hand on her chin, intrigued by their meeting. “Is that a bad thing?” he asked, a flash of uncertainty showing through the smile glued to his face.

Marinette stared at him. “No, but there go all my plans for the evening,” she said, trying to wrap her brain around the fact that for over six years, the crown prince of the fae realm had followed her around Paris and pretended to be her pet cat. He purred , she realized. Prince Adrien Agreste purred.

“Well, I think that we can make accommodations for whatever it is you wanted,” the queen said, rising up from her throne. Giving her husband a poke in the shoulder, she urged him to get up and meet their son’s soulmate. “Adrien, darling, could you remind us of your sweetheart’s last name again?”

“Dupain-Cheng,” Adrien said with a smile. “One member of the best family of bakers I’ve ever met. No offense, Marlena,” he said, and the woman, who’d come closer to the dais with the rest of the crowd, smiled and waved a hand dismissively.

“None taken,” she said with a laugh. “I know where my strengths lie. And I’m still the best chef this country’s seen.”

“That’s the truth,” Queen Emilie said with a laugh. “Now, Marinette,” she said, her voice falling to a lower volume, “About those plans of yours? We won’t take up much of your time with formalities tonight, though in the future you can expect a good deal more of them if you agree to marry my son. I’ve gone through this too, you know, I’m not planning to overwhelm you with duties. What was it you were hoping to do tonight?”

Marinette swallowed. “Um. I-I was going to steal your son away,” she said sheepishly.

Standing by Emilie’s side, King Gabriel looked taken aback. “What?”

Marinette smiled awkwardly. “I didn’t know who he was then,” she said, as if that explained everything.

“Because you wouldn’t let me tell her,” Adrien said, slinging his arm around Marinette’s back as they faced his parents together.

Emilie sighed. “You have to admit that it was for a good reason, son,” she said. “At first, at least, when we didn’t know much about the strange girl you’d met in the forest. And then, our rule was necessary to hold you back. Your soulmate bond hadn’t formed yet, but that extra distance between you and Marinette, your secret identity, was the only thing keeping you from throwing three thousand years of tradition away for the chance to date a human girl. Not that we hold it against you, dear,” she said, turning to Marinette. “We don’t have any problems with you being human, either. My son is just a little impatient sometimes, and it is our duty to make sure the kingdom survives.”

Marinette pursed her lips. “I see,” she said simply. “You’re talking about the kwamis’ blessing, aren’t you?”

The queen nodded. “It can feel like a curse sometimes,” she said, ”but it keeps our country strong. I apologize for any strife it has caused you and my son.”

Marinette bobbed her head in a jerky nod of acknowledgment, aware of the crowd’s stares like daggers at her back. She wasn’t sure how to feel about the way his parents had gone about it, but it was obvious that they thought they were doing what was best for Chat Noir. For Adrien.

Finding his hand by her side, Marinette took it in her own and squeezed it tightly. “So, now we know what my soulmark is,” she said, turning to look up at Adrien (and not down at Chat Noir. This was weird.) “But what about yours?”

“My guess is that it looks just like yours,” Adrien said, raising their joined hands to kiss hers once again. “But it hasn’t shown up yet, which means ours is probably a kiss-triggered bond. Wherever you kiss me for the first time is where my mark will show up.”

Marinette blushed. “Oh,” she said, feeling her cheeks become flaming hot. “W-well, where do you want it, then, kitty?” Marinette realized too late that that was probably an inappropriate nickname for the crown prince, but if the smile on his face was anything to go by, he didn’t mind it at all.

“In the same place as yours,” he said softly. “That way, anytime I look down to sign a paper or reach for another bite at dinner, I’ll be reminded of you.”

“You’ll carry me with you wherever you go,” Marinette said, heart pounding in her chest.

Adrien smiled warmly at her. “I already do,” he said, his gentle voice soothing the last of Marinette’s fears away.

“Silly kitty,” she said as her blush deepened again. “Just give me your hand.”

“In marriage? Gladly,” he grinned, presenting her with his right hand. Behind them, a few coos rose from the crowd as they watched.

Taking Adrien’s hand in hers, Marinette pressed a quick kiss to it, marveling as the silvery mark appeared over his skin.

“We really are soulmates,” she breathed.

“We are,” Adrien said, sounding immensely happy and a little relieved as he clasped both of Marinette’s hands in his and looked into her eyes.

Emilie stepped over to the two heirs, placing one hand on either of their shoulders. “Are you ready?” she asked with a smile. Adrien nodded, and Marinette decided to trust him, giving his hand a squeeze as she agreed. Loosening his hold on one of her hands, Adrien turned with Marinette to face the crowd as Emilie stood beside them, raising her hand to show them off in a grand gesture.

“Fairies and humans, I present to you the kingdom’s heirs!” she said in a strong voice. “Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng. May the kwamis’ blessing keep them strong, and may this kingdom continue to know peace and stability into the future.” 

A healthy round of applause rose from the crowd, and Marinette blushed again at the attention, wanting to hide her face in Adrien’s shoulder. At the front of the crowd, Alya and Nino were cheering the loudest of anyone, and Alix caught Marinette’s eye to give her a grin and a double thumb’s up. Standing beside her, Rose had to pause her clapping to wipe a tear from her eye as she smiled for her friend. I just love romance, she thought happily.

Adrien bent down to press a kiss against Marinette’s cheek, and a smile spread over her face. She pulled him back down for a second kiss, her lips brushing against the edge of his mouth. They stared happily into each other’s eyes as someone in the crowd started a second round of applause and the king came down to stand on the other side of his son. Emilie gave him an approving smile as cameras and magic began to flash, capturing the image for future years.

The realm’s future was in good hands.

__*__*__*__*__

Several years in the future, Adrien sat on a velvet couch in his room with Marinette. She rested halfway across his lap, hands caressing her belly as they took advantage of the first calm moment they’d had since announcing to the kingdom that they were expecting a child.

“What do you think you’ll name them?” Adrien asked, pressing a kiss to Marinette’s cheek.

Marinette turned her face to her husband, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I suppose it depends,” she said. “Your grandparents got rid of the old naming conventions, so there aren’t any rules for us to follow. Now, there are almost too many options for us to choose from,” she said with a laugh.

“I have to admit, though,” she said slowly, her hand over Adrien’s as it rested on top of her barely-there baby bump, “When I was younger, I had three names picked out for kids, in case I married you.”

Adrien grinned. “You did? Princess, that’s adorable,” he cooed, pulling his wife close as she struggled in protest. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“It’s embarrassing,” she groaned. “And I knew you would tease me about it.”

Adrien gasped. “I would never make fun of my wife,” he said in false outrage. “That would make me nothing but a royal pain!”

Marinette giggled. “That wasn’t even good,” she said, poking Adrien’s arm.

“What do you mean?” Adrien asked, grinning up at Marinette. “That pun was my crowning achievement!” At Marinette’s unimpressed look, Adrien chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, loosening his grip on his wife as she slowly pushed herself off his lap.

“If you’d rather keep punning than listen to my name ideas you seemed so interested in, I can just go,” she said teasingly, making as if to leave the room.

“Nooo, Princess, come back,” Adrien whined, dragging her back down onto his lap. “I want to hear all about the names you came up with for our babies!”

Marinette smirked as she let her husband fold her tightly in his arms. “It’s just that there are so many of your ancestors with this name already,” she said with a sigh. “I never knew it was so popular. Seventy-four rulers named some variant of Louis in just over a hundred generations? You have to admit that’s a little ridiculous.”

Beneath her, Adrien froze, his arms loosening their grasp around her. “You were thinking of naming our daughter Louisa?” he asked, green eyes fixed on Marinette’s.

Marinette frowned. “We don’t know their gender yet,” she said. “But yes. If it was a boy, I wanted to name my firstborn Louis, and either Louise or Louisa if they were a girl. But I won’t be doing that now.”

“Princess, I’m telling you it’s going to be a girl,” Adrien said confidently. “I might not be able to see the future, but I can feel it in my bones. Comes with being a cat for so long, you know. And I think Louisa is a fine name,” he said. “It is a little weird that it’s popped up so often in our history, but it’s a good name. I had a theory about it as a kid.”

Marinette raised her eyebrow, settling herself into a more comfortable position on her husband’s lap. “Really?” she asked. “A theory? I want to know all about it.”

Adrien blushed. “It wasn’t a very detailed theory,” he said. “It was just, in history class we kept learning about all these Louis figures, and I figured it must have something to do with the kwamis’ blessing. They made the deal with the very first Queen Louisa,” he said. “Maybe that’s why so many of the heirs they secure are named in a similar fashion. The magic still recognizes who the original pact was with, so it influences the king and queen’s minds so that they’re more likely to choose Louisa for a name. If it’s a boy, then the name becomes Louis, and if it’s a girl but the parents want to follow Parisian naming trends, they’ll choose Louise as a name, instead.”

“Really,” Marinette said, pursing her lips as she considered the possibility. “Well, I guess there’s no point in trying to change my mind, then,” she remarked. “This poor baby was doomed to be named Louis since the magic influenced my name choices in collège.”

Adrien smirked. “You had their name planned since collège, you say?” he asked, nuzzling his nose against Marinette’s. “We were still so young and you already wanted to have a family with me! You’re right, that’s embarrassing,” he said, a teasing lift to his voice.

Marinette scowled and pushed his face away. “See, I knew you’d tease me about it,” she said with a huff. “Although, do I need to remind you that you’re the one who fell in love with me first? You weren’t even a teenager yet,” she said with a grin on her face. “ That’s embarrassing.”

“How is falling in love with your soulmate embarrassing?” Adrien asked with a laugh. “I’m just lucky that you fell in love with me right back. You know, I dreamed of having a family with you, too,” he said, lashes tickling Marinette’s cheek as he pressed a kiss to her jaw. “I wanted four kids, all with gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair like yours. That way, they’d be as pretty as you are.”

“Flatterer,” Marinette said, tilting her head back to give Adrien better access as he trailed kisses down her neck.

“An honest one,” Adrien murmured as a rumble like a purr started up in his chest. He kissed the hollow of Marinette’s shoulder. “And only for you.”

Lifting his head back up, Adrien pressed a lingering kiss to Marinette’s lips, smiling as she eagerly deepened it. 

“I love you,” he said breathlessly, after she eventually pulled back.

Marinette smiled, looking radiant in the light from the afternoon sun as it streamed through the window in the room.

“I love you, too,” she said. “And… I think that four kids sounds like a lovely idea.”

Adrien’s eyes widened in shock. “Really?”

A smile tugged at Marinette’s lips. “Really,” she said. “But first, we have to see how raising Louisa goes. You have to prove that you’re a good father.”

“I’ll be an amazing father,” Adrien said, cupping his right hand over her cheek. “I’ll even let my kids jump down a well, like I did. As long as I’m there to catch them.”

Marinette laughed. “They’d be hard-pressed to find a well to jump down,” she said. “Your father closed off the old gate for good, remember? Now all that’s left of it is a pile of magic dust.”

“And our soulmarks,” Adrien said, holding Marinette’s hand out so that the light shone on the image of the gate.

“Yeah,” Marinette said wistfully. “We do have our soulmarks.” She watched as Adrien pressed a kiss against her hand, smiling.

“When I ran off from the palace all those years ago,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting my little escape attempt to work. I didn’t even know the gate existed; I just remembered about the old well and decided it would be a good place to hide from my guards. But they were starting to check the courtyards, and I knew my cat disguise wouldn’t fool them for long, so I took a chance and tried the gate to see if it would work. And, Marinette,” he said, “I’m so glad I did. I know I would have met you anyway because of the kwamis’ blessing, but spending those six years alone, waiting for a soulmate and hoping that they’d be easy to love, instead of seeing you every weekend and falling more in love with you each time, like I got to do? It’s unimaginable.”

“I’m glad you found the gate, too,” Marinette said, brushing a kiss against her husband’s lips. “Looking forward to seeing you every Saturday was the highlight of my teen years.”

“Really?” Adrien asked. “Because you have a very impressive résumé from those years. Designing for Jagged Stone, interning at Style Queen’s Paris location, starting your own online boutique… you have quite a lot to be proud of. I’m honestly surprised I was able to convince you to marry me,” he laughed.

“Adrien, I’ve been in love with you since we were fourteen and you know it,” Marinette said with a smirk. “I’m only surprised it took you so long to propose.”

“Well, everything had to be perfect,” Adrien defended himself. “And I wanted to make sure you were comfortable enough with where your career was going first.”

“I have to admit, becoming co-ruler of the fae kingdom was never on my list of dream jobs as a kid,” Marinette agreed with a laugh. “I’m happy I was able to keep designing on the side.”

“Me too,” Adrien murmured. “I’m glad you have a job that makes you happy.”

“You make me happy,” Marinette said, smirking as she looked deep into Adrien’s eyes and lazily traced his chest with one hand. She leaned in for another kiss, the golden sunlight from the window bathing the couple in its warm rays.

Adrien closed his eyes and wrapped his arms tight around Marinette, unwilling to let go of this perfect moment. It had taken over a decade of dreaming and hoping, but against all odds, he had this happily-ever-after with the woman he loved. It was better than anything he could have imagined, Adrien thought, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

[koqabear]

care to expand on the fantasy and bg story 🫣🫣 – ml

oooh of course … 😋

so far the fantasy story is an enemies to… still enemies w/ a dash of obsessive behavior for Taehyun, It’s a royalty au and it’s meant to be a quick (and absolutely filthy) one shot bc I realized that I was kinda stuck on my boxer au… then I took a nap and forgot to keep writing it. then I started a quick Beomgyu story, which is basically loser nerd bitch Beomgyu (with long hair sigh) and…. Another bimbo popular girl mc. TRUST ME it’s different I didn’t realize how similar they would sound until I started describing it rn.

[whatsnewalycat]

Hi aly 💕 glad you’re starting to feel better! How about 🍄 & 🛏️ for the writer goal asks?

Thank you so much!!

🍄 Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

Absolutely yes. Outside of Pedro, I’d really love to write in the x-files, yellowjackets, or our flag means death fandoms. They all mean so much to me for different reasons lol I have big time brain rot for all 3 shows. I especially would love to write something sapphic with Melanie Lynskey’s character in Yellowjackets because i have the biggest crush on adult Shauna (and ML in general 😻).

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

I know I already answered this with a forced marriage royalty AU, but also fake engagement may or may not be something that I have planned for one of my series and I’m very excited to write that trope.

[lostinengineering]

WIP Meme

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! 

Many of my WIPs are just the ideas sketched or hurriedly jotted down, *=actual sentences attempted

Sarumi

Hanahaki1*

hanahaki2*

KProject Waiting

EnchantedWithAPurpose*

Lovestruck K Project*

Trickster's Choice

YataIsGhostComa*

Miraculous Ladybug (never published anything in this fandom yet)

Betrayed*

BlinsDate*

FakeDating*

LoveReveals*

MariChat*

ML-thelist*

Over and over and over again*

TheDefintiionOfLove*

TheNextBestThing*

Sarumi AU-gust 2023 WIPs below the cut because there are a lot

Writer*

RunawayOutlineIsh*

BoardingSchool

RobotsAndroids* /RobotsAndroids_SemiPLan*

Cleaning Crew

Exiled*

Doppelganger*

bookStore*

BehindtheMirror

WitchesAndWizards

AncientHistory

RoadTrip

fallenAngel*

TimeTravel

Shapeshifters*

Reconnection*

Coaches

Celebs

Plumber*

Crime

Eldritch Horror

Lighthouse

FantasticCreatures*

Royalty*

Dark

Afterlife

MixofTwo

[mjlol52]

ml rare pair royalty huh this one is tufffffff ahhhh i dont really like royalty regency aus so writing this ones gonna be hard

maybe i should make it a challenge to tell a concise story in as little words as possible lol to make it easier so i write less

[vamlau]

Miraculous VA Character Breakdown

PART 1

In the VAMLAU, every Miraculous character is either a Moroi or a Dhampir. Someone might end up as a Strigoi. Maybe an Alchemist will come into the mix. But right now, every ML character must be diagnosed into what type of vampire they are.

Vampire Academy is called Vampire Academy because they are Vampires and they go to an Academy. All the special superhero children in Miraculous also go to school, so we shall start with them.

COLLEGE FRANÇOIS DUPONT IS NOW A SCHOOL FOR VAMPIRES... or rather, Moroi and Dhampirs.

Mme. Bustier's Class

Mme. Bustier: Moroi Royalty status: unknown. Specialization: unknown

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Dhampir Tom Dupain: Moroi; Sabine Cheng: Dhampir

Adrien Agreste: Royal Moroi Royal Family: Graham de Vanily, Agreste. Specialization: pending...

Alya Césaire: Dhampir Mother: Moroi; Father: Dhampir (I looked up their names but they don't matter to this AU narrative)

Nino Lahiffe: Dhampir Mother: Dhampir; Father: Unknown Moroi

Chloé Bourgeois: Royal Moroi. Daughter of the Moroi King. Royal Family: Bourgeois. Specialization: Fire

Sabrina Raincomprix: Moroi Non-Royal. Specialization: Earth

Ivan Bruel: Dhampir

Mylène Haprèle: Dhampir

Alix Kubdel: Dhampir Father: Moroi; Brother: Moroi (half-brother in this AU)

Juleka Couffaine: Moroi Royal Family: Couffaine. Specialization: pending...

Rose Lavillant: Moroi Non-Royal. Specialization: Water

Max Kanté: Moroi Non-Royal. Specialization: Fire? But in an electrical way maybe?

Nathaniel Kurtzberg: Moroi Non-Royal. Specialization: Earth

Kim Chiến Lê Ature: Dhampir (or maybe a water-using Moroi?)

Lila Rossi: Moroi Non-Royal (but pretends to be). Specialization: Spirit