#mlb drabble

[mysticraven20]

‘You need to stop staring, dude!’

But he couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t just her eyes—those vivid blue pools that seemed to hold all the beauty of the sky and the sea—it was everything about her. It was the way her black hair fell like a cascade of midnight, framing her face with such elegance that it looked like a masterpiece made by the universe itself. The soft curve of her cheek, the graceful line of her jaw, and the gentle, almost wistful way her lips would part when she smiled. There was a quiet magic in the way she moved, an effortless grace that made every moment feel like it had been spun from a dream.

But the main reason he couldn’t stop staring was because sometimes she stared back, and in those moments, it felt like nothing else mattered.

[trainsinanime]

“Wow, that’s low, even for you”, said Lila quietly.

“I have no idea what you mean”, replied Chloé haughtily.

“Oh no, I’m not judging, I’m just admiring. Getting Marinette arrested? That took some serious acting skills. It’s just game recognizing game, girl.”

“That’s ridiculous!”, replied Chloé. “I only told them the truth.”

Lila laughed briefly. “You told them that little miss goody two shoes was plotting to overthrow the Mayor. Come on, you could fool all these sheep in our class, but you can’t fool me.”

“It’s the truth!”, shouted Chloé. Lila just raised her eyebrow.

“I mean, it only makes sense, right? Marinette has stolen my Adrikins from me, and the class doesn’t respect me anymore, and my mother— of course she’ll go after my daddy next!“

Lila chuckled. “Oh god, you really believe the things you��re saying, don’t you? That’s a rookie mistake, bestie.”

She flashed Chloé her toothiest smile.

“Face it, you lied. Marinette probably never even thought about you or your dad until the handcuffs clicked.”

“That’s ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”, shouted Chloé. “I’m her nemesis. I’m better than her. This entire school year is a competition, and I am winning, because I am the queen of this school!”

“All you are is an annoying pest, just buzzing around and annoying everyone,” said Lila. “I know buttons to push on Marinette that you never even thought about. And when my plan is complete, I am the one who is going to dethrone her.”

“You? Pff.” Chloé scoffed. “Nobody knows who you are. You sit in the back, you don’t talk to anybody, you make always make excuses to leave, and nobody even knows your name. Marinette doesn’t even remember you, but she will forever remember my heroic wrath!”

Lila stood up sharply.

“You’re so full of yourself, rich girl. Why do you even care so much who Marinette’s nemesis is?”

Chloé moved closer, right in Lila’s face.

“I. Do. Not. Care. At. All!”, she shouted.

“Well, neither do I, asshole!”, shouted Lila.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. Then Chloé said,

“So, do you wanna make out?”

[majestysnowbird0]

Lady Noire keeps purring and rawring at him, and Mister Bug is slightly alarmed. “Plagg, is this just what you do to any holder when they see someone in the bug suit?!” he asks helplessly, knowing Plagg can’t answer, and feeling like he’s teetering on the edge of existential crisis. Lady Noire just makes a cute cat chirping noise in response. He shakes his head and adds, “You’re MUCH worse than me as Chat!” but scratches her behind the ears, while she head butts him on the shoulder and purrs some more.

*Purring, Purring*

[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…

[ladybug-love-square-enthusiast]

Enemies AU where Adrien is influenced by his father into becoming his super villain sidekick, but slowly falls for ladybug (from hate for making him fail in front of his father to grudging respect for her capabilities to a weird fondness since she is the only one to be able to weather all the ugliest harshest sides of him that he lets go of in his super villain persona)

Meanwhile Marinette has a minor crush on Adrian (but way less than in cannon because his civilian self is a bit more reserved and apathetic and maybe never bothered to detach himself from Chole even though he doesn't care for her, but Marinette still thinks he might be alright underneath it, it's just a bit of a shame he doesn't seem to try harder)

PT 2

[dansconcepts]

A Mouse and A Snake Can Be Civil

(or more, if you squint)

"Aspik, come on! Catch me if you can!" She yells, tail swishing against the rush of the wind. It was exhilarating, liberating, and she wondered if this is a feeling Chat Noir felt often (as Ladybug, it was harder to appreciate the breeze. It was harder to appreciate anything, really. It was like everything needed strict professionalism and she wondered why, as Multimouse, this felt different).

"You think you're getting away? I never let my prey sssslip past me." Aspik hissed. He was somewhere on the ground, scanning the rooftops for the sign of a grey mouse. She giggled, delighted at this information. (Good thing she was hiding behind a wall, with him none the wiser)

"Was that a pun?" She mock-gasped. For him, she knew that her voice could be heard in multiple directions, as she instructed her other selves to do. She saw her opening when his back turned, his eyes searching for the true source.

With the speed and dexterity that only a mouse could have, she scurried straight towards him, jumping high enough to land on his shoulder. She hoped the momentum of it would result in a perfect backflip, but (much to her surprise, which, given her history, she probably should've guessed sooner) she stumbled instead.

Either intentionally or as a reflex (when it comes to Aspik, it's really hard to tell), Aspik's hands immediately had a vice-like grip on her ankles, resulting in her staying firmly in place on his shoulders.

“Oh, that sucks. I even had this whole elaborate plan and now I’ve been caught.” She pouted, crossing her arms and laying them on his head.

“Don’t be ssso sssurprised, mouse. I alwaysss get my prey, you know.” 

He smiled brightly and she felt herself do the same (I mean, it’s Adrien, he’s the literal embodiment of sunshine, how can she not). 

“Are you saying you’ll always catch me, Asssspik?” She hisses the s with a small teasing grin.

(His eyes go soft all of a sudden, in a way that only Adrien Agreste can ever manage. Oh, my heart please still). “Alwayssss, mouse.”

[d011zk1ll]

Trying to get my writing brain in order so I was on Pinterest and saw some pretty cool quotes I wanted to write a couple snippets around as a warm up

Sabine stared up at the thing that wasn't her daughter, jaw agape.

She had never been infected with that damn butterfly before, and Sabine had been convinced she never would. But, she supposed, when your friends and family turned their backs on you to believe a random girl and her absurd lies, it was only a matter of time.

The thing that was not marinette but not a different entity spoke, though her eyes were covered by a blindfold the same purple as her dress, she could sense Sabine and her presence.

"don't worry, mother." The voice was unmistakably Marinette's, she had heard it thousands of times but it still sounded wrong. Like it was stolen and planted in a demon's throat. The creature moved towards Sabine, and she didn't move back. This was her baby girl, she had failed to be a good mother and deserved what punishment this variant of her daughter deemed her worthy of. She expected pain, but was met by the soft glove of the akuma's thumb wiping her tears away. "Your daughter is a soldier."

Marinette was falling. She sunk deeper and deeper into the water, trying desperately to claw her way out and to the top- failing as her arms turned to stone.

Eventually, she couldn't see anything but the white sky, tainted blue by the water she was under. She would do anything to see more.

But moments later, when her wish was granted, she took it back.

She didn't want to see those sharp, slitted blue eyes and tousled white mane. His mouth curved into a pointed smile.

A brush of purple and red swiped behind him and he spun, wrapping his arms around a woman with a lovesick smile. He gestured to the water, showing the woman.

The lady peered over the edge, mouth tilted down and expression unreadable because of a dark purple blindfold.

No matter the cover, she recognised her all the same.

Princess justice, Marinette, Ladybug. At the end of the day they were all the same, weren't they?

A gloved hand dove into the water, reaching for the stone Marinette and she shot awake, panting and sweating.

Tikki stared up at her, hugging the edge of her palm in comfort.

"how do you destroy a monster without becoming one?" She asked shakily, voice quivering in nothing short of pure, unadulterated fear.

Tikki didn't reply, only clinging tighter.

[wisteriasymphony]

"ALYA! ALYA! You'll never guess what just happened!"

"What— Was there another akuma alert? Do you need my help?"

"No!" Marinette giggled, clutching onto her flip phone. "My favorite author. On AgresteAdventures. Posted again!"

Alya set down her pendant, feeling like an idiot for immediately scrambling to action. She could already picture Marinette lying on her bed with her laptop—the one covered in cute strawberry stickers and photographs of Adrien. Resigning herself, Alya sat back down at her desk.

"Okay," she muttered. "What's it about?"

Marinette let out a few more mischievous giggles, pressing the phone up close to her face to whisper into Alya's ear. "It's by AdriDaddyLovesYou... so it's a little, uhm.. on the dirty side~"

"...Yeah," Alya grumbled back. "I figured."

Marinette could barely contain her glee, kicking her feet as she scrolled through the webpage, looking over the explosion of comments. "You read the Potterfic I shared with you from AdriDaddy, right? The one where Adrien's Draco Malfoy?"

Alya remembered seeing in the description of that fic that it was written back when Adrien was 16. "You know, I read it and I don't think it was for me," she lied—Alya hadn't read it at all past the posting date. "Have you ever considered..."

"Gosh, you're right, I should ask him what he thinks!" Marinette squealed. "I bet I could read all of them to him, and he'd be like 'That's so hot, Marinette', and then I'd be like 'I know, right', and then he'd be like 'We should do that, babygirl', and then I'd be like—" She let out another long high-pitched squeal, kicking her feet as she rolled across her bed. "And it'd be perfect!"

Alya considered hanging up. But that wasn't what friends did to each other, unfortunately. Nor employees to their buggy employer.

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"Well, well, well, would you look at that," Plagg drawled, "Someone posted again on your little fic forum."

Adrien's heart sank. He went over to his computer, where Plagg was juggling using the mouse with his hands and keyboard with his feet. "Why are you even searching that up, Plagg? You know how I feel about that."

"Uh, cause it's funny?" the cat smirked. "They get so much stuff wrong about you. Did you know half of them think you're 6'3"? They get into flame wars over that shit."

"Look, I don't- I don't want to give attention to it. My dad already enables it enough." Adrien swatted his kwami off the keyboard, taking control of the computer to click off the forum. "I just need to forget it exis—"

18-01-09 18:27

AdriDaddyLovesYou Posted: My Little Morning Star

Hello birdies~ AdriDaddy here ;) I was watching old clips of Emilie interviews and this really cute nickname stuck out to me! I thought about what it'd be like if our sexy little Prince Charming ever kept that name with him... Get your pitchers and sugar, cause we got lotsa lemon!!!

That was what his mom used when... He'd... How did they find that? Why would they look for that?

Adrien turned off his computer entirely. Trembling hands went over his mouth, for fear that the growing nausea would soon leak out between his teeth and spill over his desk.

"I... I don't care if you.. I-if you look up that shit about me, Plagg," he said. "Just please... don't let me know."

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

ladynoir 12 for the drabble prompts!

Hey Nicole!

So, you did prompt #12 (also yay! my favorite number!), which ended up corresponding to Love Don't Die by The Fray!

I'll admit, it took me a while to figure out what to do with this one, but I ended up taking the angst route lol

This is a PRPR fic, where Chat Noir and Hawkmoth's identities have been revealed to the public (Ladybug is still unknown though)...

anyways... hope you enjoy!

ao3 link

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Instead I'm Never Leaving You

“LADYBUG! LADYBUG! OVER HERE!” The shouting and blaring lights of overzealous reporters threatened to overwhelm her, but she blinked back spots and stood her ground. She reminded herself why she was here. Why was she standing alone with only the bare vestiges of a whisper of his hand in hers, of his warmth radiating next to hers, a stolen moment taken from only moments ago, but feeling like a lifetime past. 

One eager reporter with bright purple hair and a sharp haircut broke from the fold and shoved her microphone underneath Ladybug’s face. 

“Ladybug, what do you have to say about the rumors of your partner being Adrien Agreste?” 

Ladybug pursed her lips and fought against the building headache in her temple. 

“No comment.”

This was not to discourage the enthusiastic reporter, who pushed the microphone even further into Ladybug’s face, its plastic scent was beginning to make her nauseous. 

“And what do you have to say about the allegations of famed fashion designer Gabriel Agreste being Hawkmoth, and about the potential implications of Chat Noir being the son of Hawkmoth?”

Forever on the defense for her partner, this time, Ladybug could not hold herself back from speaking. 

“The identity of Hawkmoth, regardless of who he is, has no effect on Adrien Agreste, who has never done anything to harm Paris, and it certainly has nothing to do with Chat Noir, who has spent every waking moment defending all of Paris, including myself.” Ladybug could feel her face turning a bright red, as her voice rang clear with righteous fury.

For a moment the crowd around her silenced, until a voice in the crowd, to which she could put no face, piped in.

“Ladybug, don’t you think that we’d be better off without Chat Noir? How could you trust your partner, if these are the kinds of people he spends his time with?”

She was going to be sick. 

Surely he had been watching the crowd, surely he knew that they had given voice to the seeds of doubt growing heartily in the back of his mind.

Ladybug looked around helplessly for an exit, then remembered the trusty yo-yo hooked against her side.

“I’m sorry everyone but I have to go.”

With an eager fling, she catapulted herself into the air and made her way to the nearby rooftop that she knew he’d be hiding behind.

It wasn’t fair. With merely a grainy video taken by an invasive fan, which had showcased a side view of what looked to be Adrien’s Agreste’s face, after Chat Noir’s transformation. And had been posted to social media barely two days after the arrest of Hawkmoth suspect #1 Gabriel Agreste, Adrien’s… Chat Noir’s life had been effectively ruined.

She blinked back angry tears for him, knowing that their being spotted would only hurt him more. 

When she caught sight of him, he was facing the opposite direction from where the crowd had been, as though he hadn’t caught the entire thing from his hideaway.

He heard her before he saw her.

“What they’re saying is true, you know.”

“Chaton,” She sighed, her shoulders drooping.

“You would be better off to drop me. I mean, who would blame you? I wouldn’t trust me either.”

The ache that settled in her heart became too much for her. Rather than fight against his untrue words, rather than remind him of how much she cared about him, about how much she needed him, she sat down beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder. 

There they sat, with only traffic and wind to harmonize the silence, until Ladybug felt pressure and tenseness ease from Chat Noir’s shoulders, until his head sloped onto hers.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that.” She said quietly, she took his hand and began to draw circles on his knuckles. 

He shrugged with feigned nonchalance. “It’s okay.”

Ladybug sat up abruptly and turned herself towards Chat Noir. She grabbed his face in her palms to make sure he could see the earnestness on her face.

“It’s not okay. No partner, no person is as kind, as giving, as loyal and– and as goodhearted as you. You don’t deserve this treatment. What your father did was awful, but it’s not in any way a reflection of you. You– you are the opposite of him in every way, and I’m sure if Alya and Nino were here right now, they’d agree with me.” 

Ladybug stroked Chat Noir’s cheekbone in a repetitive motion that managed to catch reluctant tears, haphazardly falling from his weary eyes. 

“I know everything in your life is insane right now, that people are confused and have turned you into something you are not. But know this Chaton. I am never leaving you, and I am not going to turn my back on our partnership. Because I know who you are and I will always love you for it. Minou, we will get through this like we get through everything, together.” 

Chat Noir finally released a shuddered breath and nuzzled his face into her palm. 

“Thank you M’lady.”

“Always Chaton.”

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Thank you so much for the ask! <3

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[rayraygo1267]

Heyyy Idk if U still active but I LOVE your Hesperia x Nathalie headcanons & I wanted to know if you could make a drabble outta one of them

I'm super into the fact that Hesperia is the spontaneous one so!! Drabble Yay or Nay?

Plus I binged Ur writing and ughhh I love it 💕💕

Greetings from Norway!!!

A Gabenath Drabble: A Creature of Wonder

Note: Hello! Hi! I’m so sorry it took me so long to reply to this! I’m so honored that you love my writing and my headcanons that really means a lot to me! Also I’ve heard a lot of great things about Norway I hear it’s very pretty there! Thanks for the greeting! 😊

Anyway I know this fic is a little longer than a drabble is supposed to be but I hope you enjoy it! 💓💕💓💕

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Rated: K

Word Count: 428

Summary: Hesperia drags Nathalie out on a midnight adventure much to her chagrin and anxiety but perhaps he can prove to her that this little outing was worth it for both her and someone else.

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“I don’t think you realize how risky this is,” Nathalie grumbled for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past hour.

“Shh!”

The soft pad of Hesperia’s pointer finger met the bow of her lips.

She scoffed, a flurry of both slighted annoyance and poignant worry swarming through her. Her voice pitched to a slightly higher, reverent whisper.

“You can’t be out here! Bobbling about! Out in the open! You can’t—”

“Shh! Look…” Hesperia interrupted, his voice low, his gaze focused on something in the shadows of the forlorn alleyway.

The eeriness of this little secret midnight escapade left a tangle of knots in Nathalie’s stomach, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.

She huffed as Hesperia gently set her down on the cool pavement, his hands remaining on her shoulders. She blinked, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness surrounding them.

She gasped.

It wasn’t obvious right away, but if she looked closely, she could see the outline of what looked to be a little insect… something white? A moth perhaps? Or…

“A kamiko?” Nathalie murmured, her hand instinctively reaching out for the little creature.

“Look closer…” Hesperia whispered, his lips grazing against her ear.

Nathalie’s brows furrowed. The kamiko’s wings fluttered quickly, but it did not take off. It was stuck, somehow trapped between two throngs of twisted barbed wire covering the security gate blocking one side of the alleyway.

“Oh, the poor thing…” Nathalie cupped her hands, leaning closer.

“How come it won’t come to you?” Nathalie asked, while trying to coax the kamiko forward from its mini prison.

Hesperia chuckled, his blue eyes glistening.

“This one isn’t attracted to me.”

Nathalie snorted and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that comment.

“Oh, please, how can a butterfly not love a butterfly-loving man like yourself?” she asked, teasing.

Hesperia smiled, soft and fond.

“Because kamikos respond to emotions, especially strong ones like love.”

Nathalie’s face heated, but she covered it well with another eye roll, though she was distracted by the feeling of a soft, tickling flutter against her palms.

She looked down to see that the little kamiko had made its way into her hands. She smiled, her heart melting as she nurtured it.

“Oh, and look at that,” Hesperia mused, “he’s found a home… with you,” Hesperia paused, a smirk on his lips as he kissed her cheek, “just as I have.”

Nathalie grinned, pressing her lips to his. She opened her palms between their embrace and set the little creature of wonder free.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! I also want to apologize again for how long it took me to get this out and also for any grammatical errors.

Again thanks for reading and I’m open to any and all requests!

[bakawitch]

Grimm Court: Too Easy

"Hmm." Lady Akeru frowned as she knelt down to asses the odd slash marks left behind on the concrete of the unkept rooftop.

She cautiously ran a finger across the bold indents, trying to gauge what tool could have possibly left it behind. The edges were shockingly smooth and there was very little rubble surrounding the blemishes. It definitely couldn't have been Lüderc, since her lantern was more suited for bludgeoning. Akeru could recall a faint memory of seeing marks hauntingly similar to these before, but she couldn't place exactly where.

"Is something wrong?" Sphinx Noir chimed in after observing his partner in pensive silence for awhile.

Sighing as her train of thought got interrupted, Lady Akeru pushed herself up, her fist unconsciously tightening around the disappointingly small Lucky Charm.

"I'm... not quite sure myself," she admitted, crossing her arms in thought. "Don't you think this felt off? Wasn't this too easy? Hawkmoth is never this easy. His plots are always senselessly convoluted." She muttered, listing of her concerns as she approached Sphinx Noir.

Akeru just knew that this couldn't be it. Something wasn't right. She could feel a sense of unsatisfaction, for lack-thereof a better word.

"I feel you there." Sphinx sympathetically nodded, sensing that Akeru had more to say.

"Right?" She pondered, squinting her eyes at the feeble black spotted glassy item between her fingers. "Usually the Lucky Charm would have summoned a blade, or some other weapon, but I only received a marble this time and I didn't even get the chance to use it."

Sphinx Noir's lips pulled into a slight smile at the sound of that. He couldn't hold it against Lady Akeru for being frustrated with an inadequate mission, his partner always had a particular thought process and her gut feeling tended to be right about things like this.

"You don't think we're finished yet." He concluded.

"I don't." Lady Aketsu reaffirmed, taking the small ball back into the safety of her gloved fist.

Sphinx let out a small huff of air as he took his staff back out of its holster, the reassuring smile never leaving his face.

"Well we still have some time left, and the akuma didn't do any serious damage this time. We can keep patrolling for a little longer if you want. The Cure can wait."

"Thank you, Sphinx." Lady Akeru mumbled, finally lifting her distracted gaze to meet his, a grateful glint in her red tinted eyes.

"No need. I wholeheartedly trust your judgement, Akeru." He guaranteed with a respectful bow of his head.

Assured, Lady Akeru returned the encouraging gesture with a solemn nod, winding up her yo-yo for their imminent departure into the night.

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

Tim (yawns): So when are we killing Dick?

Mari: What? NO! Not like that, I mean-

Tim (frowns, cheeks hitting the desk as he buries his face in his arms): Then what are we doing here at 2AM if we're not-

Mari (sighs and pours him a mug): Have another cup of coffee, darling. You think like the walking dead.

[frickingnerd]

cuddles & movies on a lazy afternoon

pairing: adrien agreste x gn!reader

summary: you watch a movie with your boyfriend and the two of you end up falling asleep while cuddling...

tags: established romantic relationship, wholesome & sweet fluff, cuddling, use of y/n, falling asleep in adrien's arms

"y/n?"

the flickering images on the tv were the only thing lightening up adrien's otherwise dark room. outside, the sun had almost fully vanished, only peaking out from behind a few buildings. the city had gone quiet and was mostly lit up by dim street lights. 

you were laying in adrien's arm, cuddled up against the blonde model. your chest heaves with each breath of yours, slowly sinking again as you exhale. as adrien whispered your name, you didn't seem to react to it. 

"did you fall asleep?" 

adrien gently caressed your cheek, stroking a strand of hair out of your face, to get a better look at you. your eyes were closed and the boy was certain now why you didn't reply to him earlier; you truly were asleep. 

adrien reached out for the remote that he had earlier left on the armrest of the couch, trying not to move too watch, so he wouldn't wake you accidentally. he still kept an arm around your waist, keeping you close to him. when he finally got his hands on the remote, he turned down the volume of the movie and cuddled up against you again. 

while the movie kept running in the background, adrien barely even looked at the screen anymore. instead, the boy's eyes were on you. you looked so peaceful, sleeping in his arms. he gently ran his hands through your hair, playing with it and twirling it around his finger, smiling softly. 

adrien was a little worried he might wake you up, but you were out like a light. 

he blinked slowly, a silent yawn escaping his lips. adrien hadn't even been this tired, but now that you were sleeping in his arms, now that he was so close he could feel your heart beating, he could finally let down his guard. he wasn't sure if he had ever felt this comfortable and carefree before than in this moment with you. 

adrien pulled you a bit closer to him, letting your head rest comfortably on his chest, before he finally closed his eyes as well and drifted asleep. 

[spotted-kittens]

I was rewatching Ephemeral and the implications of the fact that, to Marinette, the world has now nearly ended twice over revealed identities broke into my room and shot me in the face.

Because this show doesn't ever stop being horrible to Chatdrien.

I had to vent, so I wrote this in 20 minutes.

Takes place at the end of Ephemeral, in between when Marinette lands on her balcony and speaks to Su-Han.

(Read on AO3 or under the cut)

Cosmo Bug touched down more heavily than normal but hardly noticed. Her thoughts were a frantic, swirling mess. She powered down and sank down shakily to the rooftop she had landed on, trying to slow her panicked breathing. She had left Chat Noir quickly after their mission ended, and now she needed to think.

Sass had said… he said he thought… Shadowmoth…their miraculous…

They had lost.

But they had fixed it, somehow.

They had not only fixed the effects of Sass using his power, they had also prevented the wish from being made. The world was no longer ending, so they must have stopped Shadowmoth.

How?

They must have changed something. It was crucial that Ladybug understand this, so that she could prevent it from happening again.

But what did they change? What did they change that was so relevant to Shadowmoth and the miraculous?

What would they have done differently had Sass not intervened?

It hit her so suddenly she felt her head spin. She had been trying to learn Chat Noir's identity and had stopped when time had literally blown up. That's what she would have otherwise done.

It had to be it.

Something had happened because someone knew Chat Noir's identity, her or the Celestial Guardian or Viperion or…

Nobody could know.

Right now, both Alya and the Celestial Guardian knew her identity, but, as far as she knew, no one knew Chat Noir's in this timeline.

Ladybug realized she was shaking.

After Bunnyx came to fetch her to erase the timeline where Chat Blanc had happened, she had been so obsessed with the fact she had fixed it by protecting her identity that she had never stopped to consider her partner’s.

But then she had told Alya, and the world hadn't ended again. So even if the problem was her identity, the origin of the problem clearly was not Alya.

But what if the problem was not her identity but Chat's? What would this mean?

This was twice now the world had nearly ended over uncovered identities, but whose identity?

Her earrings beeped and her transformation came undone. She automatically put her hands out and let Tikki fall into them.

“Tikki…” she rasped, voice wavering. ”No one must ever find out who Chat is. I need to tell him.”

Tikki's face was a mask of concern, but her voice was a touch too hard to match. “Tell him what? You already tell him daily how important secret identities are. He already knows you shared your identity with someone, are you going to tell him he can't but you can? In so many words?”

Marinette's face crumbled further. “Then what should I do?”

Tikki looked down sadly and Marinette knew what she was going to say.

Nothing.

(Yes, I know Luka knows Chat's identity at this point, but Marinette doesn't know that.)

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Ladynoir Pose

Or, a drabble just imagining Ladybug and Chat Noir posing for a magazine (and it being the funniest thing in my head) -> The Ladynoir brainrot is strong in this one (I was an OG fan of Marichat but Ladynoir grew on me so immensely and wholly and I will never get over them). Also, I know nothing about photoshoots! I spitballed a lil scene, so hope you found this as fun to read as it was to write :>

"Ladybug! Chat Noir!" He shouts, snapping his fingers rapidly in the superhero's faces. "I have a vis-i-ohn and it needs to be parfait!" 

The spotted hero only sighs as the man begins to settle his camera in the stand a few feet away from her and Chat, whilst her ears hear the squeak squeak squeak of tiny wheels carrying a large, white sheet, with two people on each respective side to keep it in check. 

She turns to Chat Noir, hoping to find some solidarity in her exasperation, but finds him surprisingly still and expectant. For what, she isn't exactly sure. But whatever it is, he doesn't seem thrilled about it, physically displaying his displeasure with tightened lips and crossed arms over his leather-clad chest.

Dust obscures his vision of her partner, and it tears her focus away. Yuck, was it in her mouth? She can feel the particles on her tongue, for crying out loud!

She groans, feeling absolutely terrible as she realises the powder is on her face and a probable makeup artist is moving in front of her, an easy few centimetres taller than her.

"Hey-!" She can't help but muster, but that causes her to breathe, and she interrupts herself with her own coughing fit.

"Oh milady, to think you'd be a natural model, what with how beautiful you are." Chat's voice lilts playfully. She can just imagine him bow, standing proper and precise, that small smirk on his lips, and a suave wink directed right at her...

Her face explodes at the thought, and now she's incredibly thankful for the layers of whatever the hell was put on her for what should've been a simple pose for the magazine. Why did she agree to this again? Even Chat didn't seem all for it, with his eyes dulled even as he teased, "Posing...? Piece of cake! I've certainly got the cat walk down!"

There was a certain shimmer in his eyes when he said that last bit, his grin becoming something the Cheshire cat would envy.

She sighs internally before shooting back at the same smile once more, "Can it, kitty. I didn't realize we'd be splashed with makeup on us!"

She can hear his dismissive shrug. "Eh, all part of the biz."

The snort escapes her too quickly for her to stop. "And what would you know about the biz, Chat?"

"You know me Ladybug, I practically am the biz. Have you seen these?" He flexes proudly, even causing someone to swoon audibly from afar. "I'm a full-time model, 24/7." 

Reflexively, her blue eyes roll, ignoring the not-so-foreign flares of irritation igniting in her.

Even though she knew he was joking, she couldn't help but think that it would explain his ego if he is  a model. He certainly has the looks for it.

She freezes. 

Marinette! She screams at herself.

Please! Stop! Talking!

She pauses, more pensive.  

Thinking?

"Hey, LB, you alright over there? You look worried." Chat scans her face, not seeming sure what he's looking for, but gazing at her anyway. 

GAH!!!!!!!!!!

"Yepyepyep." She repeats, a little too Marinette-like for her liking, but not too unusual for her partner to see, although rare it may be. The makeup artist in front of her is looking at her funny though, what with their eyebrow raised, and she's too reminded of the fact that it's not only her and her partner in the room. 

A familiar chill seizes her, and she lets it take over.

"Now c'mon Chat, we've got a photo to be taken. The only thing I'm worried about is whether or not you'd be able to sit still." 

Her partner scoffs, a different smile adorning his face. A little more sad, and a lot more foreboding. She doesn't like it. 

"I'm better at this than you think." He says, lacking the cockiness she expected to hear. Her head stills. 

"Alright!" The photographer shouts, stopping her before she can even realize she was planning something to begin with, and starts directing them on his general wishes and vision. 

"Just be natural. Cool. Collected. Like the revered superheroes you are!" He summarizes, and her partner seems to move as if that was a signal, or something. What's she supposed to do? What pose do they want? What looks cool??? She's only ever done stuff in the heat of the moment! How does Chat know where to move his limbs? WHAT ARE LIMBS?!?!?!

She sends a desperate look that hopes screams for her at Chat, and just like she knew he would, he gets the memo. The green lenses hold onto her gaze, and he holds out a hand with a smile. "C'mon, milady, you've gotta smile! Or don't smile!" He whips his head around to their photographer. "Or would you like to see a mix of both? Purrrrr-omise both'll come out great!"

"Natural would be bellissimo!"

"How about this-?" He does a dramatic turn around, a suave flash of a grin at the camera. "or this-!" Turns himself back around, baton now in hand and cocking a hip. "or even this!" He backflips and balances on his baton and a single arm, his body completely straight like a tower. His head peeks out, grinning at the camera.

God, silly kitty. She can't help the laugh tumbling out.

"There you go." Chat smiles, standing upright again. "Relax, LB, you look cool no matter what you do."

Her lips are pulling upward way too much, but she can't seem to feel the pain when she just feels so light. "Yeah, I certainly could do better than that little show, kitty." She boops him teasingly.

"Always knew you could, m'lady."

Chat gets into position, lowering himself into a pose she's quite familiar with, a claw on the ground while he stretches his other leg out, a smile on his lips. She crouches down along with him, yoyo in hand and arm in between, filled with an unyielding determination.

Flashes temporarily blind them and they hear, "STUNNING! Absolutely STUNNING!"

They hold the pose for a few more clicks, until, "I would love some standing poses now with that same energy!"

She chances a look at Chat, who is already looking right at her. "Think you could handle it, bugaboo?"

With you by my side, I could do anything, she thinks. "Easily." She grins.

Lil Bonus:

"H-huh?! Where are all these photos from?! I don't even remember hearing the flashes when that happened!" Marinette cries out in despair at the pictures on her desktop.

Tikki just chomps on a cookie.

"What am I gonna do, Tikki?!" She groans.

She eyes her kwami, who just chews pensively. Tikki eats every crumb, swallowing, before finally turning to her chosen.

"I think it's pretty cute, don't you?"

She looks back to her screen. It's coated in pictures, like a collage, of her superherosona smiling and laughing, with Chat Noir right beside her, looking at her like she's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"Yeah." She voices out, softly. "Yeah, they're pretty great, huh?"

Other Lil Bonus:

There's a beep on his phone, and his screen lights up, saying it's from Nino.

DUDE, did u see the new photos? like sorry bro, but u don't got a CHANCE.

Photos? He sends back. What would he care about some photos? Does he have competition of some kind? Not that he cares, and he knows Nino knows he isn't invested in his modelling. The only thing Nino could possibly be talking about is Ladybug, but he hasn't had photos with Ladybug except for that sorta official photoshoot he did with her as Chat Noir. Did Nino really think he'd get upset by that? They were pretty professional the whole time... But Nino's always been a little concerned about him after revealing he was in love with a superhero, especially since he didn't know about his very valid reasons for being so...

All he gets is a link with the expected headline about "Ladybug and Chat Noir Photoshoot Photos", quickly followed up by:

mec if u need me im right here

"What the heck is Nino talking about?" He mutters to himself, before clicking the link. Of course, he gets the expected photos.

"Oh hey, we really look like the cat's meow, ay Plagg?"

Plagg just eats camembert but does let out a huff he assumes is amused at his joke.

He scrolls some more before-

Oh.

Oh.

His lady's face, ever so ungracefully having her head thrown back while his cat self watches on with fondness. He remembers that look, and her playful swats at him, and the softness in her eyes, and to see it cemented permanently through a camera lens-

"I NEED THESE EVERYWHERE, STAT."

Later, Nino will be confused when finding an Adrien the next day who's smiling like a loon- an expression he knows only comes out when he's at his happiest. When asked, Adrien easily brushes him off, even walking with a pep in his step. Once in class, Nino can see his wallpaper changed to the couple he should've despised. He will gaze back at his phone, staring at his most recent text from his best bud, as if it would give him all the answers for Adrien's strange, non-heartbroken behaviour:

You're the best, dude.

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Just realised I gave this to my discord server and forgot about my Tumblr so take some gay babies at a hero's gala!!