Sliding a letter opener under the lip of the bulky
yellow envelope, Alya tentatively pried the parcel open as though it was a
bomb…which for all she knew, it might have been.
She didn’t quite know what to make of the parcel
labeled Exclusive Ladyblog Content that she found waiting for her in
the mailbox when she got home from school. Her cautious side warned her that
this could be a trap set by one of the many (lower quality) Ladybug and Chat
Noir fan blogs that had cropped up as the Ladyblog got more and more popular.
On the other hand, Alya couldn’t exactly keep the blog going herself. The
Ladyblog was a one woman production, and if Alya wanted to keep it the leading
source of all Ladybug info, she had to take whatever help she could get.
Still…didn’t hurt to be careful.
After making reasonably sure the package didn’t
contain any shifty wires, oil stains, or anthrax, she tipped the contents onto
her desk with a raised eyebrow. A small, black flash drive slid across her
workstation, followed by a small slip of paper. In neat, flowy cursive that
seemed irritatingly familiar, the note read simply: For Our Biggest Fan~
Heart pounding, she fumbled as she tried to jam the
flash drive into her laptop as quickly as possible. She bounced up and down in her
seat as she opened the folder titled January,
fingers trembling as she clicked on the first video simply labeled Hello!
She nearly had a heart attack as Ladybug’s smiling
face filled the screen.
“Hi there!” Ladybug
said, scratching the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. “I know this is probably a surprise, but
hopefully it’s a good one?”
Ladybug was standing on a rooftop overlooking a
park, pacing as she talked into the camera. “I…well we wanted to put
together something to thank you for all the stellar work you’ve done on the
Ladyblog. We figured out Chat’s communicator could take videos—probably to record
evidence or something—so, naturally, we decided to start shooting a few patrols;
one a month for the past year.”
Alya’s heart was in her throat as Ladybug bit her
lip, looking away with a small laugh, before turning back to the lens. “We, uh…we got more than we thought we would
and wanted to share some of it with you…so, hope you enjoy?”
Ladybug did a little finger wave at the camera,
before the feed cut off, leaving Alya staring at a series of folders, each
dated and organized so she could easily thumb through at her leisure. She had a
pile of homework to do, a test to study for, and sisters to mind. But she
supposed clicking on one video couldn’t hurt.
“I love the sky after rain, it always means new beginnings.”
So. It’s about time I did some Miraculous Ladybug fanart, huh?
I imagine Marinette helped Chat out of a fix again and a storm finally passed and Marinette’s just loving the stars and Chat’s like ooooah wait Mari why are you so beautiful also you look REAL familiar and it’s freaking me out. Basically, this is how I want him to figure it out already.
Growing up, my grandmother had a farm. Upon finding More Friends of Mineral Town, I named my farm after our nickname for her farm. It has become a tradition at this point. Every time I start a new game, my farm is named some form of Ladybug farm. Even in Story of Seasons, my farm is named LadyB farm!
Title: “I’m glad it’s you” Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Pairings: Ladynoir/Adrienette Warning: Reveal-fic SPOILERS from “Volpina” Summary: What if Chat wasn’t quick enough to prevent Ladybug from taking her earrings off on the Eiffel Tower?
For a moment, Marinette didn’t even realise the panicked scream had come out of her own mouth.
Volpina gripped Adrien’s wrist once again, grinning down at her, waiting.
How could she be the hero Paris needed if she couldn’t even save the boy she loved? She banged her fist on the bars of the tower, trying to suppress her sobs.
Then she looked up, determinated.
Adrien was looking down, fear in his green eyes, Volpina swinging him in the air like a puppet.
Marinette felt a knot in her stomach.
“I’m sorry, Tikki” she whispered.
Her hands went to her ears and she heard Chat’s yell.
Prompt: Ladynoir-I will follow you into the dark-death can for a cutie
You must know that if given half an chance to make it angsty I’m gonna have to take it. This is nOT MY FAULT
The nails of his suit dig in painfully as he tightens his grip in surprise. The attack that had caused the beam to fall squarely on his shoulder had come out of nowhere, but as the dust settles, he can see the outline of his attacker approaching.