Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: LadyNoir
Genre: romance, fluff, confession
Words: 2860
Summary: Love is War, and Chat Noir isn’t giving up the fight for Ladybug’s heart so easily. Not even if his opponent is Ladybug herself.
“There they go again,” she said, “Swarming all over the place. You know, sometimes I dread seeing them more than the Akuma.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Chat Noir told her. Ladybug turned away from her perch on the roof to cock an expectant eyebrow at him. As always, his heart did a little somersault at the humour in her gaze. “Why, we both know that my Lady doesn’t fear anything. She faces everything from malevolence to the media with all the faculty and forbearance befitting of Paris’ most beloved superhero, and without a hair out of place.”
“You obviously haven’t seen me on Monday mornings,” she told him.
“My Lady looks lovely no matter the hour or the day,” he insisted.
She rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile playing about her lips as she continued, “What is it with you and alliteration lately?”
He shrugged. “I’ve been taking a course.”
He moved closer, hoping she’d keep up their banter, but instead she turned her attention back to watching the milling journalists below, all of them out looking for a piece of Ladybug after the latest Akuma attack. They’d actually been lucky today and had managed to both track and take out said Akuma early into it’s transformation. Neither of them had needed their special abilities and he found himself enjoying the rare peacetime he got to spend with Ladybug afterwards.
Even if she was spending it by paying more attention to the scummy reporters than to him.
The only time you need a miracle is when nothing else can save you.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: General, LadyNoir
Genre: general, mystery, supernatural
Summary: Ladybug and Chat Noir face an unknown enemy. As heartache and danger close in, they will discover the true meaning of the Miraculous.
“Are you sick?” he blurted.
Ladybug’s face scrunched and she frowned up at him. Chat crouched in front of her, extending a hand towards her but not quite daring to touch. She stared at it dubiously - and a bit groggily - as the little shivers danced down her frame.
“Please,” he said, flexing the fingers of the hand he extended.
With a soft huff that was enough like her usual self to calm some of his worry, she placed her wrist in his hand.
She definitely had a fever. Not even the insulating nature of their suits could hide the heat coming off her skin, or the tremors she was obviously trying to minimise. He ran his claws gently over her forearm to her elbow before bringing them back to clasp her hand.
“What are you doing out?” he asked, dismayed.
“How did you know?” she groused instead.
Chat didn’t think she’d be interested in hearing about his recent bumbling attempt at socialising. “Lucky guess. I think there must be something going around.”
Her tremors grew worse as she gave up trying to suppress them and he swallowed down the worry before it overcame him again. There were no Alyas or Ninos here to fix things this time. Well, technically Alya was in the room below, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate him barging into her room at 1 a.m as Chat and demanding she heal Ladybug.
Then he rethought that and realised that actually she might like it, but that didn’t make it any more of an option.
No, he had to do something and Chat—admittedly still less than knowledgeable about illness, but remembering how cold Marinette had felt and how much she’d appreciated his scarf—reluctantly left Ladybug to go and fetch the cosiest thing he could scrounge.
With autumn well and truly underway and winter already impatiently creeping up undercover of night, there unfortunately wasn’t any laundry conveniently out on the lines to select from. But in a stroke of luck, someone had left some fuzzy throws on their balcony chairs. Chat swiped them with nary a second thought, hurrying back to the pointed rooftop.
“Here.” He laid the first one down on the cold tiles, almost shooing her towards it when she eyed it from her huddled limbs.
“Did you just steal a blanket?” she questioned, but nevertheless shuffled over to sit on the fluffy fabric.
“We’re just borrowing it.” He draped the second one over her, so that she was effectively swaddled from the cold on all sides.
Not really knowing what else to do, he moved to sit opposite, sliding his back down a metal pipe. Or a chimney. Maybe it was an air duct?
What were these things seemingly on every roof? You’d think I’d know by know.
Ladybug clutched at the excess of blankets around her. Truthfully, Chat wasn’t even sure if they would help: through the winters and summers they’d worn their suits, Chat had never actually felt hot or cold. He’d always assumed that the magic extended to protecting the wearer from the elements. Maybe that was the problem here. Maybe because the heat was coming from within, the suit wasn’t able to adjust in the same way.
He was broken out of his musing when he realised he was being watched, glancing up to find Ladybug’s blue eyes gazing at him from over the top of the blanket. He froze under the weight of her stare, then started when she wordlessly lifted one corner out wide, silently inviting him to join her.
Chat held his breath. Their partnership had grown a lot from the days of awkwardly dancing around each other. They had grown. Even so, there were still times like this where she surprised him. Chat could confidently say they were friends but there remained some boundaries she was very careful with. Outside of battle, physical closeness was one. It was always special when she broke the professional mask to remind him in her own way that they weren’t just partners. And though she usually did so with a long-suffering expression, he cherished it each and every time.
Ladybug shook the corner impatiently at his hesitation and Chat scrambled across before she could retract it. He settled next to her, leaving a couple of centimetres between them, and mimicked her posture, wrapping his arms around his legs. He imagined how comical they must look, with the blanket stretched between them, swamping her shaking shoulders yet barely covering his knees. Their height was one of the other things that had grown. Or rather, his had. Disarmingly, Ladybug had remained more or less the same.
She shifted a bit until her chin poked up from beneath the cover. Her forehead crinkled. “Chat, are you wearing cologne?”
The only time you need a miracle is when nothing else can save you.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: General, LadyNoir
Genre: general, mystery, supernatural
Summary: Ladybug and Chat Noir face an unknown enemy. As heartache and danger close in, they will discover the true meaning of the Miraculous.
"Are you sick?" he blurted.
Ladybug’s face scrunched and she frowned up at him. Chat crouched in front of her, extending a hand towards her but not quite daring to touch. She stared at it dubiously - and a bit groggily - as the little shivers danced down her frame.
"Please," he said, flexing the fingers of the hand he extended.
With a soft huff that was enough like her usual self to calm some of his worry, she placed her wrist in his hand.
She definitely had a fever. Not even the insulating nature of their suits could hide the heat coming off her skin, or the tremors she was obviously trying to minimise. He ran his claws gently over her forearm to her elbow before bringing them back to clasp her hand.
"What are you doing out?" he asked, dismayed.
"How did you know?" she groused instead.
Chat didn't think she'd be interested in hearing about his recent bumbling attempt at socialising. "Lucky guess. I think there must be something going around."
Her tremors grew worse as she gave up trying to suppress them and he swallowed down the worry before it overcame him again. There were no Alyas or Ninos here to fix things this time. Well, technically Alya was in the room below, but he didn't think she'd appreciate him barging into her room at 1 a.m as Chat and demanding she heal Ladybug.
Then he rethought that and realised that actually she might like it, but that didn't make it any more of an option.
No, he had to do something and Chat—admittedly still less than knowledgeable about illness, but remembering how cold Marinette had felt and how much she'd appreciated his scarf—reluctantly left Ladybug to go and fetch the cosiest thing he could scrounge.
With autumn well and truly underway and winter already impatiently creeping up undercover of night, there unfortunately wasn't any laundry conveniently out on the lines to select from. But in a stroke of luck, someone had left some fuzzy throws on their balcony chairs. Chat swiped them with nary a second thought, hurrying back to the pointed rooftop.
"Here." He laid the first one down on the cold tiles, almost shooing her towards it when she eyed it from her huddled limbs.
"Did you just steal a blanket?" she questioned, but nevertheless shuffled over to sit on the fluffy fabric.
"We're just borrowing it." He draped the second one over her, so that she was effectively swaddled from the cold on all sides.
Not really knowing what else to do, he moved to sit opposite, sliding his back down a metal pipe. Or a chimney. Maybe it was an air duct?
What were these things seemingly on every roof? You'd think I'd know by know.
Ladybug clutched at the excess of blankets around her. Truthfully, Chat wasn't even sure if they would help: through the winters and summers they'd worn their suits, Chat had never actually felt hot or cold. He'd always assumed that the magic extended to protecting the wearer from the elements. Maybe that was the problem here. Maybe because the heat was coming from within, the suit wasn't able to adjust in the same way.
He was broken out of his musing when he realised he was being watched, glancing up to find Ladybug's blue eyes gazing at him from over the top of the blanket. He froze under the weight of her stare, then started when she wordlessly lifted one corner out wide, silently inviting him to join her.
Chat held his breath. Their partnership had grown a lot from the days of awkwardly dancing around each other. They had grown. Even so, there were still times like this where she surprised him. Chat could confidently say they were friends but there remained some boundaries she was very careful with. Outside of battle, physical closeness was one. It was always special when she broke the professional mask to remind him in her own way that they weren't just partners. And though she usually did so with a long-suffering expression, he cherished it each and every time.
Ladybug shook the corner impatiently at his hesitation and Chat scrambled across before she could retract it. He settled next to her, leaving a couple of centimetres between them, and mimicked her posture, wrapping his arms around his legs. He imagined how comical they must look, with the blanket stretched between them, swamping her shaking shoulders yet barely covering his knees. Their height was one of the other things that had grown. Or rather, his had. Disarmingly, Ladybug had remained more or less the same.
She shifted a bit until her chin poked up from beneath the cover. Her forehead crinkled. "Chat, are you wearing cologne?"
Oh no.
He'd completely forgotten. It had been for his own benefit, to cover the lingering scent of the Seine still caught in his hair, but he had doused himself in some sort of concoction that morning. And for nothing, in the end. He could still catch sour whiffs of river algae despite the perfume and the fact that he had scrubbed his scalp at least ten times the night of the swim.
"Well, the last time we met you did mention odours," he told her.
"It was you and your 'enhanced senses' that brought up the topic," she reminded him. Her eyelids were half-closed before she lifted them suddenly. "Wait, do I still smell?"
He made a show of sniffing at the top of her head. "Yes, terrible."
"Oh." She seemed shocked. The illness was definitely affecting more than her temperature. Normally, she would've been naturally distrustful of his solemn tone.
His grin gave him away before she caught on. "I lied, you smell fine. I think your kwami isn't as lazy about preventing 'harmless side-effects'."
She hummed disapprovingly. "And I believe you also made a threat about nursing me."
He nodded. "I did."
He'd never thought the teasing promise would actually come true. He eyed her carefully, noting her glassy gaze and the clammy sheen over her skin and remembered the last time he'd seen something similar. She frowned under his examination.
"Tell me if you need to throw up," he said.
Her frown turned to bemusement. "What will you do?"
"I'll catch it." He cupped his hands in a bowl in front of her.
His chest swooped in delight at her small, breathy laugh. Or maybe it was more of a snort. He didn't really care.
"Gross," she said in an attempt at reproach. "And really not all that helpful. Aren't you going to try and send me home?"
"I know you well enough by now to know that it won't work." His lips quirked. "You're one of the most stubborn people I've ever met, and trust me when I say I know some very stubborn people."
Like my father. Or Alya, he thought, ruefully remembering the reason they were both there. Edmond Proulx's victorious smirk danced across his memory.
"I saw the program," he told her.
She slowly lifted her head. "And?"
"I was surprised. I thought I was the only Cat in Paris until they managed to go and dig up that sourpuss."
She gave a familiar sigh and leant back against the roof. "This is serious, Chat. How many people feel the same as him?"
"It can't be that many. I've never heard of the organisation before at all. "
She made a noise somewhere between a hum and a groan as she raised one hand to her flushed cheek. The ball of worry Chat was suppressing twisted sickly in his stomach. She shouldn't have to deal with this. Not right now.
"Don't worry," he added. "We've had critics before. They always come around. Why would this be any different?"
"Because he was right. Where are we going, Chat? What are we doing? I've been wondering that myself." She grimaced. "I shouldn't be surprised that someone else had the same questions."
"Ladybug?"
"What have we learned about Papillon in all this time? We don't know who he is, or where his base is, or even what he wants the miraculous for." She was breathing shallowly, her eyes bright and unfocused. "We don't know where akuma come from. We can't predict them. We can't prevent them. We can't get any clues from the victims because they forget everything."
She finished on a deep breath. "He was right. We're not getting anywhere."
"No, he wasn't." Chat couldn't say he was shocked. He'd known long ago that she was the more pessimistic of the two of them, but hearing these thoughts from her ached. They had done so much for their city. They sacrificed so much of their lives. How could she doubt them like this?
"He wasn't right," Chat told her again. "We're helping people. You're sick and giving up your time to protect a stranger—"
"Chat, don't." For some reason, this line of thought seemed to make her more upset.
He tried a different tactic. "We're not soldiers, my Lady. We're not workers. We're not here to save the world. All we need to do is keep the citizens of Paris safe. That's what we've done."
Her lips pursed. He thought she might keep pushing, but then her posture sagged and she sank back into the blanket with a shiver. He hadn't seen her this uncertain since the first time that Papillon had challenged them in front of the Tower.
"It feels so meaningless sometimes. What's the point of these powers if we can't change anything? It's like we're caught in a loop. Don't you… Don't you ever get tired of it?"
He had goosebumps.
"No," he whispered.
The air felt crisp enough to break, the night colourless and dull except for the faint glow of the Tower in the middle distance. He was silent as her gaze roved out over the sleeping city.
"Something needs to change, Chat. We can't do this forever. I… I have dreams I want to reach. I had a plan, before all this started." Her eyes were like ice, piercing the warm protection of his suit. "Isn't there something else you want to be?"
His immediate response caught in his throat. Feelings he'd gotten better at controlling were pushed back down into their neat pen. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
Note how increasingly obscure they become the further north you get! That’s because of the influence of Ainu language. A lot of Japanese place names in Hokkaido (and to a lesser extent north Tohoku) are rough approximations of the indigenous Ainu words with some phonetically appropriate kanji (’ateji’) slapped on top for pronunciation, often irrespective of meaning.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: General, LadyNoir
Genre: general, mystery, supernatural
Summary: Ladybug and Chat Noir face an unknown enemy. As heartache and danger close in, they will discover the true meaning of the Miraculous.
After all, the only time you need a miracle is when nothing else can save you.
“Tell me, Mlle. Césaire, how old were you when you started the Ladyblog? Sixteen?”
She frowned at him. “I was fifteen.”
“Yes, we all admire heroes when we’re fifteen. But people who have that much power also have a responsibility to those who are powerless. And all that we are trying to do is hold them to that responsibility.” His voice lilted incredulously. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what you originally intended to do? Wasn’t the Ladyblog actually founded with the intention of outing Ladybug?”
Her eyes were stormy. She inhaled slowly, unclenching her hands and moving them to sit more demurely in her lap.
“The aim wasn’t to ‘out’ her,” she replied in a low voice. “The aim was to celebrate the real people behind those masks for the sacrifices they’ve been making for us.”
“No need to look so serious. I meant no offence. Actually, I agree with such a goal. And that’s what our campaign is about. We only want accountability. I think it is time that she accepted it.”
“Accepted what ?”
“The Citoyens Contre les Justiciers Masqués think that if Ladybug is incapable of defeating Papillion, then she should leave Paris.”
Oh! Umm, I’m not sure how to do these but I’ll give it a try.
1. Tagged by: @irish-freak
2. My URL: is this just our username/tumblr? Ace Grey Manx, I guess.
3. My name: haha I have like a thousand of these. One of those names that no one gets right, so I end up with uncountable nicknames. I can tell you that it is NOT Duffy, lady.
4. My crush: I don’t have one?
5. Quote:
- “I believe that words are a form of power, capable of influencing change.”
- “pedes in terra ad sidera visus” (feet on the ground, eyes on the sky)
Sorry, couldn’t pick only one.
Only other person I would tag is @deadybones. If you want you can do this?
FANFIC APPRECIATION WEEK REC LIST DAY 1- One Shots
This is just a FEW of the amazing One Shots that I could point you to, but I wanted to take the time to share some of my favorites on Day one of Fanfic Appreciation Week!
Not the words Marinette expects to hear from Adrien Agreste, especially especially prefaced with “I’ll make it up to you and explain it all later.”
But a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.
Adrienette- reveal fic. This fic is just so absolutely adorable.
War of Attrition- AceGreyManx http://archiveofourown.org/works/6691867
“Because every moment, every second you are not together is a moment your heart can change, and every day you are without him is a day I will try to change it.”
If love is a war, then Chat Noir is determined to win it. Even if his opponent is Ladybug herself.
Ladynoir- if you want rip your heart out and squeeze with feels and tension then this is a good place to look it starts fluffy and just ends with an amazing confession by Chat about his feelings ::goes and dies now::
If it ain’t love- Clairelutra http://archiveofourown.org/works/9254705
In which Adrien learns how to flirt, and Marinette screams internally, externally, and eternally.
OK, so I am going to flat out say it- when I need a quick one shot pick me up after a bad day @clairelutra is my go to author. Everything she writes is just so packed with feels and the writing is really just stunning. So obviously a one shot rec list HAS to include something from her collection. (in fact I have to fight not to just put ALL The fics here…)
This one is one of my personal favorites. Its got such a good progression of feelings and UST and watching Marinette figure everything out… just… just go read it. Go. DO the thing.
In which Adrien finds out Ladybug is Marinette, and beats the ‘this is fine’ dog at his own game.
Adrienette/Ladynoir- reveal fic. This is a Remix of “If it ain’t love” and it’s just as good as the original… ugh my heart!!! @a-miiraculer has such a great sense of timing and humor and tension. This is another author who I could put about 10 one shots on this list from their works and not regret it.
Fermeture by Karmahope http://archiveofourown.org/works/5505869
The hardest part of being a superhero is no longer being a superhero. It’s been five years since Marinette last saw Tikki; since she last saw Chat Noir; and she can’t take it anymore. A reunion/reveal fic.
Ugh… this story just takes my heart and squeezes it like grapes only to put it back together again. It’s a delightful sort of melancholy angst focused on the idea that you don’t realize how much something is a part of your life until it is gone. A wonderful “post victory” oneshot
All About Us by isyotm http://archiveofourown.org/works/9067273
Alya is stuck on campus during a long, boring summer. But then she gets a new roommate.
DJWifi love is in my opinion one of the most underrated things in this fandom, and often is overshadowed by the LoveSquare. This fic puts them front and center and its just absolutely wonderful. This was my Secret Santa gift this past Christmas and I STILL can’t get over how lovely this fic is.
Re-reveal by SiderealSandman http://archiveofourown.org/works/8774971
It should have been the happiest day of his life; the day Ladybug finally trusted him with her identity. The only snag was that she apparently trusted Adrien (a boy she barely knew) over her partner of two years.
@siderealsandman is another author it would be criminal of me not to include when talking about some of my favorite oneshots. As much as I will always praise SBIB, I really think that some of Sidereal’s shorter works really capture his true talent as an author at its best.
For any of you who have read my oneshot “Trustfall” This is a story done off of the same prompt and it just heart wrenchingly stunning. (Also much nicer than my take one it lol) While I would say to look at all of this authors works- this one really stands out to me.
I am also going to say if you haven’t checked out the “ML Ultimate Guess Who Challenge” Collection you are seriously missing out. It really is one of the best collections of one shots I have ever come across. There are SO MANY gems in here both by famous authors in the ML Fandom and some new names that I am looking forward to seeing more of! And I am not just saying that because I helped the people who were running it, it really is just a great one shot collection.
She kissed him to make a point. She didn’t expect a kiss like that. She didn’t expect it to happen again.
This is an AU where they don’t know each other outside of being heroes and its just so good… lots of wonderful tension and buildup and feelings and its really just lovely
It’s okay to ask Chat for dating advice about Adrien, right? Even though she knows Chat is Adrien, but Chat doesn’t know she knows he’s Adrien?
Maybe she should have thought this through before opening her mouth.
Ok so this might be one of the funniest things I have read. It’s just absolutely delightful I highly recommend it if you are looking for something that will make you smile!
Try and Try until You Do- Sarahcada http://archiveofourown.org/works/5875633
In which Adrien and Marinette fight to protect their wedding night.
Rated M but nothing too bad ^_^ If you want a great blend of sexy and funny this is a great little oneshot! @sarahcada has a ton of wonderful works but this one is a personal favorite of mine!
AWOL- flowerslut
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7183598
The wisdom teeth identity reveal that you didn’t know you needed. Rated T for a few choice words. One-shot.
This is so great. High as a Kite Adrien is a blessing.
Look at me- Raeryn
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5514035
“What do you do if you’ve discovered your best friend’s biggest secret but kept the fact that you knew from them?”
He keeps giving her this look, one that told Marinette that he knew something, that she was out of the loop on something. One that she could never decipher, no matter how hard she tried.
This was and still is one of my favorite reveal one shots of all time. I don’t think I tell you that enough @raeryn
Ladybug is sitting right behind him. Marinette is sitting right behind him.
Part of Adrien wants to turn around and announce to her “I’m Chat Noir!” and part of him wants to keep playing this game with her. Not that she knows it’s a game yet.
I’ve ranted on here before about how much I love Demistories work ( @sadrien here on tumblr) well this oneshot is no exception. It really keeps you engaged as Adrien deals with his newfound knowledge!
What is your writing process? (Did you answer this already?)
- “I’m going to write a thing!” I lied as I lied, lyingly.- I think about the thing for several days/weeks/months/years. Perhaps I write about it on scraps of paper that I later lose.- No initial outlines. We write ourselves into corners like men.- I discuss the thing with my best friend.- At some point, I may sit down and write the thing.- I try to write a thousand words a day if I’m on a deadline.- If I’m not on a deadline, all hell breaks loose.- All hell breaks loose anyway.- Nothing comes out the way I planned. Probably because I didn’t outline it.- If it’s fan fiction and I’m emotional enough I’ll write the whole story in one day (see: Paris is For Lovers).- At some point, I write an outline because I’m stuck.- I deviate from the outline.- Something miraculous happens. We call this divine intervention, or God taking pity on me because He gave me this manic desire to write words and look at how hard I’m trying.- Someone forces me to leave the house while I’m writing. I lose my inspiration for days.- A thing is finished.- If it’s fan fiction, I proofread it once and slap it on the internet.- If it’s original fiction, I squirrel it away, claiming I will take a break and then write another draft. It is never seen again.
