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Ladrien Tropes

It’s a crime no one asked me for these because they’re my loves.

-Giving each other cute, sassy nicknames.

-Adrien doing the Chat things and Ladybug doing the Marinette things.

-So much blushing.

-Ladybug kicking ass at video games and Adrien is just so stunned and in love. Wow, is there anything you can’t do, Ladybug.

-Ladybug holding and supporting Adrien when he’s feeling down about his missing mom and distant father.

-Baking lessons

-The shower scene TM

-Ladybug carrying Adrien, and Adrien being so awed and slightly aroused because his lady is so strong and powerful.

-Couch cuddles while they eat popcorn and watch movies.

-Wearing face masks because Adrien is a beauty queen, and it’s hard to be nervous when they both look like green sea monsters.

-Ladybug going to all of his sporting events in disguise because she wants to support him, but she doesn’t want to make a scene.

-Dates in disguise because they’re both famous and hate signing autographs.

-Ladybug carrying them up into the rooftops to escape paparazzi and adoring fans.

-Rooftop picnics where they snuggle and watch clouds.

-Ladybug talking about how important Chat is to her, and Adrien is just a blushing mess.

-Soft kisses.

-Getting each other Christmas gifts.

-Adrien keeping a replica Ladybug mask so she can change back and not reveal her identity.

-Adrien keeping cookies for Tikki and the two being good, soft pals.

-Loving and supporting each other.

-Talking about their dreams for the future and falling even more in love because the passion in Ladybug’s eyes when she talks about her goals is just so??? breathtaking??

-Shoulder and foot massages

-Ladybug helping Adrien ice and wrap his injuries from fencing.

-“Kiss it better.” “*kisses bruise on shoulder*” “Not there. *points to lips* here.”

Chat Misses His Punportunity: Stormy Weather

(It looks like she’s contemplating smacking him with it.)

Stormy Weather / Climatika

There, I “fixed” it:

Disclaimer:  This series focuses on missed puns during LB’s lucky charm.  I have no idea if Chat Noir puns here in the French version.  Netflix takes the lazy approach to subtitles.  As always, this is all in fun, I don’t own characters, yada yada…

Bare With Me - 4

Also on AO3  You can catch the previous chapters there or on Tumblr (though there’s not a lot of plot here, so it’s not strictly necessary).
Chp 1  Chp 2  Chp 3  Chp 4

Ladybug paced along the ledge of Notre Dame waiting for her partner to show up.  After last night’s festival of eye candy she needed a hard run through Paris, and their usual game of tag would give her exactly what she needed.  

“Good evening, my Lady!” Chat called as he bounded into sight.  He landed smoothly near by.

“Hey Chaton.”  She smiled at him, infected by his happiness.  "You’re in a good mood.“

"It’s just a much better day than yesterday,” he said.  "Speaking of which…"  He beamed, looking mischievous.

“No,” she said firmly, hoping to stop him.

“How did it go, transporting the underdressed model home?” he asked, as  if it were of no more interest than the weather.  He was totally faking.

“Oh…”  She needed to defuse his focus on this.  "It was good.“  Awkward, nerve wracking, and utterly blush-worthy counted as good, right?

"Just good?” he asked, shaking his head.  "Simple drop off, then?  He didn’t offer up any kind of appreciation for the save?“  He huffed.  "I think I’m offended on your behalf.”

“Oh no,” she corrected quickly.  "That’s not it at all.  I mean… he seemed really appreciative.  We played Dance Dance Revolution.  It was nice.“ It really had been, even with the unexpected bits.

"Did he end up putting on clothes, or did you get to admire him in all his glory?”

She shot Chat a glare.  "Why do you care?“

Chat shrugged.  "I have a vested interest in you being happy, and while the circumstances may be unusual, you seem to really like this guy.”

She sighed.  Stupid accepting cat.  "He’s nice.  Actually nice, not one of those fake nice guys who feel the need to point out just how nice they are all the time, because it’s not obvious.“  She clarified.  "Honestly, I think you two would get along really well.  His sense of humor reminded me of you.”

His smile was so bright it could have served as a spotlight.  "Is that your plan, My Lady?  Surrounding yourself with gorgeous blonds who make you laugh.“

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You’d Make A Cute Couple...

So this was suppose to be a vday gift for @kuresgotthecure but since I’m lame and I was sick I didn’t get it posted. Sorry for the late gift. I’m an arse.


Whether it’s Adrienette, Ladynoir, Marichat, or Ladrien, the world thinks Marinette/Ladybug and Adrien/Chat Noir would make a cute couple. It doesn’t matter which pairing their in, the world tells them so.


Marinette was happy. Gloriously joyful. She was walking, and Adrien was beside her. They were going to the movies. Over the last few weeks they’d gotten closer, even becoming fast friends. Now she didn’t turn red at his mere presence and she could talk to him normally.

They waited in line together at the ticket booth. Finally they reached the counter and told the lady that they wanted two tickets to the latest Studio Ghibli movie.

“You two are such a cute couple,” the ticket lady smile, and handed them their tickets. Marinette and Adrien both turned red.

“We’re not like that,” Adrien began.

“We’re just friends,” Marinette explained, her voice sounding a bit off. They weren’t together, but she wouldn’t mind if they were.

The women laughed, “My mistake, but you’d make a cute couple.” The two blushed and thanked the lady for their tickets and walked away. Marinette looked back and the women winked at her.

They were awkward for the rest of the day.


Hawkmoth had attacked again. This time Marinette had been there to see it and the akumatized villain had instantly spotted her. She’d managed to not to get caught but she couldn’t get away and transform.

Then Chat Noir appeared out of nowhere and rescued her. She tried to convince him to put her down, but the villain had turned the street into a black sludge, and now it was covering the roofs of buildings with the same goo.

Finally Chat Noir reached a clean roof and set Marinette down. Then he shot off to fight the akuma. 

And Marinette became Ladybug.

The spotted hero appeared, and together the Parisian super duo defeated the villain. And she cleansed the Akuma.

Chat Noir returned to the roof to check on Marinette, but she was already gone.

A week later she was at the store when she spotted her picture on the cover of a tabloid, this time it wasn’t Ladybug as she was used to. No this time it was Marinette.

In the picture Chat Noir had her clasped to his chest and a sweet smile on his lips.

She remembered this moment, he’d been rescuing her. The villain had just shot a glob of slime their way and she’d been forced to burrow her face into his chest to avoid it. Below the photo was the caption: Wouldn’t they Make a Cute Couple?

Marinette sighed, hopefully no one would recognize her, after all the photo only featured the back of her head.


A reporter approached them, a microphone in hand. “Are Paris’s superhero duo dating?” he asked.

Ladybug quickly shook her head, “We’re just friends.”

“We’re not like that,” Chat Noir agreed, his voice held a small note of longing. He almost sounded like Adrien, the sassy catsubdued.

Ladybug frowned slightly, where had she heard that?

The reporter smiled, “Well you’d make a cute couple, though.”

Now she’d definitely heard that before. At the man’s words Chat Noir returned, grinning widely he said, “My thought’s exactly.” Ladybug sighed and rolled her eyes.


The akuma had been cleansed and Chat Noir had never arrived, she wondered why.

Ladybug heard a boyish scream, she sprinted over and lifted a car, revealing a boy. 


He’d luckily not been squashed. She lifted him into her arms and carried him over to the sidewalk, and set him on his feet. “You okay?” she asked, her cheeks beginning to redden.

“Y-yes,” he stammered.

An older gentleman who she’d saved earlier walked by. “You know, you’d make such a cute couple,” his eyes twinkled.

When he was out of earshot, Ladybug groaned. When she saw Adrien’s worried expression, she tripped over herself trying to explain. “It’s not that I wouldn’t date y - your cute and al - it’s just that’s the fourth time I’ve heard that this week.”

Adrien smiled, what a coincidence.

I know pilots suck, but I just finished Episode 3 of Miraculous Ladybug and am still kind of on the fence.

I don’t know if I just can’t get past the whole aimed-at-kids part and superhero schtick, if it’s the whole “I’m so super in love with this person I barely know” (even if that is very teenager) that irritates the hell out of me, or what.
(Plus, it’s chat noir. As someone who knows basic French I can’t decide if that Frenglish is particularly clever or incredibly irritating, or maybe both.)

I can see glimpses of characterization and conflict I like and genuine affection, but… hrm. I don’t know if it happens often enough to keep me watching just for that.

(Also, on a side note, if I’m shipping anyone it’s Marinette and Alya. Fight me, though I might also persuaded to polyship Marinette with both her and Adrien. ;P)

Furrever Home

Also on AO3.
This is a sequel to Homesick 4 You, though it can stand on its own.  It is also @miraculousfluffmonth‘s Aug 31 prompt, I’m yours, forever. 

Marinette hummed as she worked on the hem of her latest creation.  It had been a busy day, complete with an afternoon shoot held in one of the Le Grand Paris’ ballrooms.  Because Camile was running it, she’d specifically requested Marinette’s attendance and scheduled it for after school.  She and Aimee had started calling her Lucky Charm after the third shoot.  Eventually they’d abbreviated the nickname to LC, which most people mistook for Elsie.  It had quickly become how she was known to Adrien’s coworkers.  Today’s shoot had gone fantastically, even wrapping up early.  She’d come home inspired to work on her own designs.

She knotted off her thread and crawled back to get a better look at the dress.  It was nearly complete, and she could already see how it was fulfilling her vision.  She was startled to hear Adrien’s obvious tread on the steps.  It was late, a time he would usually come over as Chat, not Adrien.  His father was also home this week, and that combined with the time couldn’t possibly be a good thing.

She looked up as he topped her stairs, his unbuttoned coat and loose scarf flapping behind him.  He had a newspaper rolled up in one hand, and a scowl on his face.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, wondering if she should leap forward to hug him, or let him come to her.

He tossed her the newspaper, then threw his coat over one of her chairs before flopping onto the floor beside her.  "You should look at it.  It concerns you.“  His voice was low, and he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

She unrolled the paper, pushing it flat.  "Golden Boy Adrien Agreste, Off the Market!” the bold headline screamed.  Underneath was a very large photo of the two of them holding hands and looking at each other with the dumb grins of the besotted.

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companion of the most haughty

summary: Chloe Bourgeois was an arrogant snob, but nobody could deny that, out of everyone, she was Adrien’s closest friend. Also known as the times Chloe slapped Adrien’s lonely fate in the face and she screamed until the world knew he would never be alone.
a/n: Adrien doesn’t just let anyone get close to him, and he’s friends with Chloe. So I want to explore their friendship a little more. Contains brief mentions of Ladynoir with some one-sided Chloe/Adrien. What can we call that ship? Also, my writing style is a little different this time–reflecting on them being kids and all. ^__^ Hope you enjoy!

“Why are you on your own?”

Adrien lifted his head to the squeaky voice, sniffing and wiping his wet eyes. A girl with big eyes and a frown on her face looked at him weirdly, and he forced himself to look down again.

“They don’t wanna play with me.” He wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve.

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