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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Blue Prince (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mary Matthew Jones | Marion Marigold & Simon P. Jones, Simon P. Jones & Herbert S. Sinclair

Characters: Simon P. Jones (Blue Prince)

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Spoilers, Grief/Mourning, once again i am using fictional blond teen boys to help me process my emotions, Worldbuilding, juuuuust a smidge, Acceptance, Moving On

Summary:

Simon determines that he has found all there is at the Mount Holly Estate and decides (painfully, quietly, thoughtfully) to end his journey.

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lj continuing to give me psychic damage

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Danny Phantom, 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong

Rating: Teen And Up

Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton

Characters: Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Paul (Omniscient Reader), Jazz Fenton doesn't actually show up but she's there in spirit

Additional Tags: Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Alien Invasion, Ass-Kicking, Teenage Rebellion, basically just sticking the dream team into the washington dome and seeing what happens lol, Work Up For Adoption, because i can't write more than this but i would love to read it, Omniscient Reader Novel Spoilers, Canon-Typical Violence, for orv anyway lol, Swearing, let danny & co say fuck!!!!!, see if you can spot the refs ;), emotional a/n sorry lol

Summary:

Danny didn't expect much from their annual summer road trip this year, even if his parents let him and his friends stay in Washington, D.C. alone for a few days. After all, his stick-in-the-mud older sister Jazz was in charge, even if she had loosened up a bit lately.

Of course, nobody expected aliens to invade. Danny knew they were evil since they decided to show up at fucking 6 o'clock in the goddamn morning.

[eyeswaitingfortuesdaynight]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kim Dokja & Yoo Sangah

Characters: Yoo Sangah, Kim Dokja

Additional Tags: a few other characters show up but mostly one-liners, Alternate Universe - Hunters, i just wanted ysa to tease kdj about being a guild master and got caught up in the, Worldbuilding, Personal Growth, the nye resolutions got to me, ORVblr Secret Santa 2024, Fluff and Humor, title a riff of taylor swift's the 1 because i can't think of anything else, Character Study

Summary:

Yoo Sangah is more than just an office worker, more than just a low-level hunter, more than just another incarnation, more than just a heroine.

She is someone who will write her own story. If she takes inspiration from her former colleague, that's her secret.

Notes:

it's still midnight somewhere and sorry it's a bit late, but merry christmas and happy new year, mika aka @mikkaster!!! i am your secret santa for @orvblr - you asked for something with kdj and ysa, so i hope you enjoy this 😄🎄

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game | 디펜스 게임의 폭군이 되었다 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucas MacGregor/Ash “Bornhater” Everblack | Mr. Gamer Geek Characters: Ash "Bornhater" Everblack | Mr. Gamer Geek, Lucas MacGregor Additional Tags: i actually like 'tyrant of the tower defense game' but the fandom has already spoken, Morning After, Resolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Frottage, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Friends With Benefits, or more like knight/liege with benefits lol, Dom/sub Undertones, these two idiots are driving me insane, i wrote this in one sitting ahhhhhhhhh, no beta we die like so many god damn characters in this series Summary:

Sober Ash learns to hate pants as much as Blackout Drunk Ash does.

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fic self recs

rules: when you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. do multiple fandoms if you want!

tagged by @lady-daedalus (who actually tagged anyone interested)

tagging: uuuuuuh @crispypata @clairelutra @elaienar @connanro @obstinaterixatrix ?? and everyone else who wants to give it a go

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1. weakness (miraculous ladybug)

THIS FIC SHOWCASES EVERYTHING I LOVE??? scheming and fight scenes and romance and identity shenanigans and angst and a rotting mansion in paris!!! totally au thanks to s2 now, but i poured my heart and soul into this fic and i love love love it!!!! :D (also i commissioned cover art from one of my fave artists for it, which tells you how much i love it)

2. to win the hand of pasithea (miraculous ladybug)

also another fic catered to my exact and specific tastes, which is really the only way fic should be written. LOTS OF KISSES AND ALMOST KISSES AND DREAM SHENANIGANS and it’s just. great. gr8. gr10, even lol.

3. sins cannot be undone + tell the survivors (the help is on the way remix) (miraculous ladybug)

ok, cards on the table: my father is a man who honestly never should have had daughters. these fics are essentially me trying to put into words my experience as a survivor of abuse and a witness to abuse, respectively, by using the ml canon as my canvas. they helped me immensely when i wrote them, and i re-read them from time to time to validate my own feelings. i also just really like how they turned out.

4. a superhero’s holiday (miraculous ladybug)

this got jossed fairly quickly, but it’s literally all my ladrien dreams come true!!! and sent me down the path of shipping hell lol. who doesn’t love a beach ep with all the half naked shenanigans it implies????

5. parental guidance (inside out)

surprisingly not (????) an ml fic, this post-canon fic was part gap filler and part dealing with the fact that my little cousin who i helped raise is growing?? up???? and just doesn’t remember the times we spent when he was very little. i also really liked the format of slipping in the emotions’ dialogue before riley’s reactions, which is easy to do visually but not so much in words XD

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personae non gratae: chapter 1

what up!!!! instead of doing anything i was supposed to, i dug out an old fic and expanded on it and will probably continue to expand on it with erratic updates. thanks so much to crispy and hallie for giving this chapter a lookover :D

(and anyone looking for that sweet, sweet ot3 content should know that this fic will be as gen as the canon allows. for a lot of reasons, but mostly i just want to write some epic gen)

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chapter one: a priori probability

In which the second Ladybug does not disappear at the end of Timebreaker and a logical sequence of events ensue.

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first | previous | next | last

ao3 link

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A universe is governed by its laws. For this particular universe, two are relevant for the following events.

One:

Time cannot be accurately described as a material substance. It is not water flowing in a river, swift and sure in one direction. It is not the flap of a butterfly’s wings, cascading into a tornado of change.

Simply put, time is math. Something exists, then something happens. All the elements of the past make up all the elements of the present.

(1 + 1 = 2)

Travelling forward is as easy as existing one second after the other.

Travelling backward is easy too, once enough energy and the right equipment are acquired. You shuffle yourself to the other side of the equation, make yourself part of the past instead of the present. You change the terms of the equation, transforming your past into the present and your present into the future.

(1 + 1 + 1 ≠ 2)

The future is nothing but possibility. With a new variable in the present, the future you travelled from is now an impossibility.

(1 + 1 + 1 = 3)

The old equation, your past, no longer exists. The old solution, your present, no longer exists.

But you do.

Two:

The Kwami of Creation shall only utilize powers within her domain. She may create. She may restore.

She shall not destroy.

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When Ladybug tossed up her Lucky Charm, scooped up Alix’s watch, and fist bumped her past self for a job well done, she hadn’t given any thought to what would happen when Tikki’s magic ladybugs swarmed over them both.

She was surprised to learn the answer was ‘nothing at all’.

Ladybug blinked and dropped her hand, staring with her past self as the ladybugs swarmed around the two Timebreakers and left…two Alixes.

Um.

“Is this—?” the other Ladybug began to say, only to be interrupted by the Alixes’ surprised yelps.

“What the heck?!” they yelled before freezing at their echoing words. “Stop that! No, you! Arrrrghhh!”

“Ok, let’s calm down,” said Ladybug, holding her hands out to placate the Alixes. She glanced back to see her past self picking up Alix’s (Alixes’) pocket watch. Ladybug’s head was spinning—her powers had never failed before. Was something wrong with her Miraculous? Or Tikki? Did travelling through time mess with something? “We’ll…we’ll figure this out…uh.”

The other Ladybug held out the watch to one Alix, then the other, then glanced back at Ladybug, unsure which one the watch belonged to.

It was a relief when Chat Noir leaped over, devil-may-care grin on his face.

It was relief to see him still leaping at all, she thought before dismissing it. Even with this hiccup, things were fine now. They had to be.

“Got some double trouble, my ladies?” asked Chat.

Despite his light tone, his body was tense and his eyes watchful. He knew just as well as she did how unprecedented this situation was.

It didn’t help that both her and her past self’s earrings beeped at the same time.

“Unfortunately. Looks like we’ll have to put this on pause for now,” said Ladybug.

Chat’s ring started beeping too. Just what they needed.

“But we’ll be back soon,” the other Ladybug continued, passing the pocket watch to the closest Alix.

“Hey! Why are you giving it to her?” the other Alix demanded.

“We don’t have time to get into it right now, but the akuma you turned into had time travelling powers,” explained the other Ladybug. “You’re both Alix, so it doesn’t matter which of you we give it to, since it’s both your responsibility. Right?”

The other Alix frowned, but backed down with a sigh. The Alix with the watch held it tight to her chest.

“Of course,” said the Alixes.

Smiling with relief, Ladybug turned back to Chat Noir. “Meet you back here, kitty?”

“It’s a date,” he said with a wink.

The three of them shot off, Chat running in one direction while Ladybug and her past self headed home.

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They didn’t make it in time, forcing Ladybug to drop down and hide in a quiet alley. The other Ladybug quickly followed, and they both closed their eyes as their transformations fell away.

It was still strange to see her mirror image standing in front of her. But it was even stranger to see two Tikkis fly out of their Miraculous and then melt into each other, leaving just one Tikki lying on the ground.

“Tikki!?”

Marinette and her past self both reached for their kwami at the same time, bumping their heads in the process. They settled on huddling together in a recess, Tikki resting on the other Marinette’s lap while Marinette gently fed their kwami a cookie from her bag.

“Sorry,” Tikki said quietly. “Getting that much power at once…I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“A little,” Marinette admitted, sharing a worried look with her past self.

“Are you feeling better?” the other Marinette asked.

Tikki gingerly sat up and then floated to their eye level, stretching with her tiny, nubby limbs. She finished with a twirl in the air.

“Much!” she said with a grin.

Marinette let out a relieved sigh and tried not to start when her past self did the same.

“Thank goodness. But…Tikki, did Miraculous Ladybug not work because you were sick?” Marinette asked.

Tikki stilled, her silent gaze shifting to the other Marinette, then landing heavily on Marinette herself.

Her kwami was sad, Marinette realized with a twist in her gut. But her eyes were still so kind.

“There’s nothing wrong with Miraculous Ladybug,” said Tikki.

“What do you mean? There’s still two of us! And two of Alix! Of course there’s something wrong,” the other Marinette said, unintentionally voicing Marinette’s thoughts.

None of this made any sense at all.

“Marinette, I need you to listen to what I’m saying right now,” Tikki said calmly. “Both of you. This is important for you two to know, for now and in case it ever happens again. Miraculous Ladybug worked exactly as it was supposed to.”

“You can’t be serious,” Marinette said.

Tikki floated closer, her voice soft as she continued.

“Humans can use my Miraculous to create and restore as needed. But my power can’t restore something if it means completely destroying something else.” She finally lowered her eyes. “Only one timeline can exist in this universe. I can’t restore the old one because I would be destroying this one. There’s nowhere for the two of you except here.”

The two of you…meaning Marinette and one of the Alixes.

“We only went back a few minutes,” Marinette murmured, shock sending a chill through her body.

“Time travel, no matter how far you go back, is impossible without destroying the original timeline,” was Tikki’s reply.

“So…wait, there’s going to be two of us? Forever? And two of Alix?” the other Marinette asked, confused. “Can’t you just…smash us together like you did with, well, you?”

“Kwamis are different from humans. Doing that with two humans means one of them will be destroyed, and you both exist separately now. It’s outside my power.”

“Oh,” said Marinette.

They really were stuck like this. And so were the Alixes.

“Wow,” said the other Marinette—and if this really was permanent, they were going to have to figure out names. “Uh, there’s enough space for two people in my—our room. Mama and Papa will be surprised that there’s two of us now, but I’m sure they’ll be happy.”

Tikki still looked sad and worried, antenna drooping, and the realization hit Marinette like a cold front.

“No,” said Marinette numbly. “There are two Ladybugs.”

“Le Papillon knows there are two of you now,” Tikki explained, not quite looking either of them in the eye. “The Alixes should be relatively safe with their family. But if anyone found out there are two Marinettes…”

“They’d realize I’m—we’re Ladybug!” gasped the other Marinette.

Marinette (the first, the worst) fisted her hands at her side, staring at the ground.

She’d almost lost Chat, and now, instead, she was going to lose—

“Until Hawk Moth is gone, to keep our identity secret…I can’t go home,” Marinette concluded, looking up. “Can I?”

Tikki hesitated before nodding, and Marinette felt tears well up in her eyes.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair.

An arm looped around her shoulders, pulling her close, and Marinette looked up at her past self, startled.

“That’s not fair!” said the other Marinette, frowning at Tikki. “Why can’t it be me? Why does it have to be her?”

Marinette had the sudden, wild thought that this may be what her friends felt like whenever she stuck up for them.

“We can’t give Le Papillon any clues, so there can’t be any mismatch in your memories of today,” Tikki explained. She pointed at the other Marinette. “You’re the Marinette of this timeline.” She pointed at Marinette. “And you’re the Marinette of the previous timeline. We can’t risk it.” She put down her arm. “And I can’t apologize enough for this.”

Tikki really did seem sorry. Marinette swallowed down the lump in her throat and croaked, “Where…where can I stay? If I can’t go home…”

Her past self squeezed Marinette’s shoulder in wordless support.

“There’s a safe place I can take you, but only you,” said Tikki. “It’s a secret that’s as important as your identities.”

Marinette and her past self shared the same anxious look, and it was…reassuring that someone else understood the way she was feeling. Even if that someone else was her.

Sniffing, Marinette wiped her eyes and stood up, her past self a breath behind.

“Okay, Tikki,” she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “Let’s go.”

“We still need to explain things to Alix. Alixes.” The other Marinette groaned. “This is going to be tricky if only one of us can be Ladybug…”

“Oh, that’s not a problem!” said Tikki.

Her—Their kwami closed her eyes and glowed pink before budding another Tikki out of her body.

“Now that I have two bodies and two Miraculous…” began the first Tikki.

“You can both be Ladybug at the same time,” finished the second Tikki.

Right. Kwami. Not human.

“I’ll go talk to the Alixes and Chat Noir, then,” said the other Marinette. “Tikki, transform me!”

Just like Tikki said, only one of her bodies flew into the other Marinette’s Miraculous, and it was really weird to see the transformation process from outside. Pretty, but very weird.

“Tikki needs to tell me where to go, so…I guess we’ll head there by foot,” said Marinette. She tried to smile, but it felt…impossible. “See you later?”

Ladybug looked back, lips drawn thin, before she reached forward and pulled Marinette into a hug.

“See you soon,” she said, patting her back. Then Ladybug pulled back to throw her yoyo and swing away, quickly disappearing into the skyline.

Marinette watched her go and hugged herself, trying to keep that warmth for a little longer.

It might be the last hug she’d get for a long, long time.

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With Tikki hiding in her hair and whispering directions into her ear, Marinette found herself only a few districts from her home (her school, her friends, her family, her life—)

“The third building on the left,” said Tikki.

Her soft voice broke Marinette out of another cycle of panic and anxiety. Chewing on her lip, Marinette turned in the direction of an unassuming brick building, retrofitted with a grocery store on the ground floor. There was a private wellness studio on the second floor, with residential apartments on the third and fourth floors.

It looked like nothing she would imagine a safe house for a superhero to be. And maybe that was the point.

Doing a quick scan of the crowd, Marinette headed towards the grocery store until Tikki hissed, “Second floor!”

Right. She lurched towards the stairwell instead, climbing them two at a time in order to escape the stares aimed her way.

When she reached the door to the studio, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

‘Sifu Wellness Studio’ had to be a pun. Somehow.

“Just knock on the door, Marinette,” whispered Tikki.

Aaaaand she was focusing on the sign because she definitely wasn’t scared (and upset and terrified—)

Marinette slapped her cheeks, squared her shoulders, and knocked on the door.

There was a slow shuffle of footsteps before the door swung open, revealing an old man with a bright Hawaiian shirt, a cane, and a rueful smile.

“Hello, Marinette,” he said gently. “Please, come in.”

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Prompt: Texts (+all the emojis) Adrien would send as himself if only he had LB's number

It figured that when Adrien finally snuck away from his lessons to go watch the new Star Warsfilm…his subway train stalled in the tunnels.

With him inside.

“Just my luck,” he muttered over the operator’s announcement.

He switched on his phone, but no signal could reach through theyawning darkness of the underground; there were other people in the car, so nochatting with Plagg.

He spent a few minutes trying to find a game that didn’tneed an internet connection, then a few more organizing his photo gallery andnotes.

Then that was done. There was nothing left to do but wait.

My baton doesn’t havea connection problem, he thought sourly.

He idly skimmed through his contacts, quietly proud at howmany more there were compared to last year. But that was another reason why hisbaton was better: his phone didn’t have Ladybug’s number nestled between Kim’sand Marinette’s.

How would she respond if he could text her right now? Not onhis baton as Chat Noir, but on his phone as Adrien Agreste?

Maybe could send her:

‘Hi, Ladybug! Hopeyou’re doing well today 😊 I’m stuck on the subway, unfortunately.’

And maybe she’d respond with worry and offers to come inafter him.

Or maybe he could be less formal, send her something like:

‘what’s your favouritecolour? mine is blue like your eyes 😉♥’

“I can’t send her that,” he said under hisbreath, flushing as his seatmate glanced his way.

Even in his imagination, he couldn’t talkto Ladybug easily when he was Adrien.

Chat Noir was her partner. They foughttogether, had a history, were friends.Adrien Agreste was just…some guy she saved once in a while.

Texting a late night ‘I love you’ would seem out of the blue.

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pictured: me, completely mortified that i forgot to reblog this orz

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bonus prompt: I'm only brave enough to say how I feel when I think you can't hear it. (Thunderstorm? Fireworks? Rock concert? Roller coaster? Drowned out by the sound of Adrien's shower? etc, your pick.)

Thunder crashed, the Seine overflowed, and Ladybug couldn’tsee Adrien in the river. She swam up to the surface, took a gaspingbreath, and dove back in.

The current was fast and rough, the river water cloudy fromdirt and debris from the akuma-induced storm, and it was so much harder than itshould be to find—

Adrien, her Adrien, floating and tangled in impracticalhaute couture and not moving.

Ladybug swam faster, hooking her arm around his waist so shecould tug him up into howling winds and choppy waves. Pointing his face to thesky, she quickly threw out her yoyo and snagged a bridge railing.

A hard yank sent them both flying out of the river, Adriencold and limp in Ladybug’s arm, and it can’t—this can’t—this couldn’t be happening.

Her feet hit the pavement hard, then her knees as she carefullylaid him out on the ground. The streets were deserted; everyone was takingshelter from the storm, and Chat Noir was nowhere in sight. It was just her andAdrien and not a single breath between them.

“Please,” she said, pressing two fingers to his neck andsobbing when she felt nothing. Overlapping her hands on his chest, she leanedover and started doing chest compressions. “Please don’t do this, Adrien. Wakeup. Wake up.”

Thirty compressions; no change. Tilting his head andpinching his nose with a shaking hand, Ladybug gave him a breath, two, beforecompressing his chest again.

“You can’t die yet, we have a physics test tomorrow,” shepleaded. “You promised to help us study. You can’t let us down.” Two breaths,back to compressions. “Nino and Alya and your dad. You can’t leave them. Wakeup!” The cycles were blurring together, and so was her sight. “I’m not lettingyou go, Adrien. I haven’t even told you how much I…I love you. So you can’tdie. You can’t, please—”

A gurgle, and suddenly Adrien was rolling over and coughingout a lungful of water. He was shivering and dazed, his wet hair and clothessticking to his skin, but he was alive.

“Can you breathe?” she asked, one hand on his back to feelhis shuddering inhale. Ladybug tried not to collapse in relief when he nodded.

Adrien turned his head to look at her with tired eyes,taking her other hand between his and squeezing.

“Thanks,” he rasped, his smile as weak as his grip.

Ladybug sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes before givingin and wrapping him in her arms.

“Let’s get you out of the rain,” she said, lifting him tocover up the motion of her hug.

But it didn’t matter. Adrien hugged her back as Ladybug ran forthe nearest building, his face buried in her shoulder and muffling his words.

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pictured: me, channelling my new fear of drowning in the deep end after finally learning how to swim

[ladrienintensifies]

I heard you were accepting prompts so here I go: Ladrien pre-reveal photo shoot?

“I should go talk to her, right?” Adrien asked. He half-expected the Gorilla’s non-committal grunt.

Since he’d spotted her on their way home and asked the Gorilla to pull over, Adrien watched Ladybug twist and contort herself on the top of a lamppost. After a quarter of an hour, she finally settled upside down, knees hooked over the metal arms and her back steadied against the centre tube. Her yoyo was open in her hand and angled towards to horizon.

It was the middle of the night, in a deserted park. What was his lady up to?

“I’ll be back,” Adrien decided, quickly exiting the limo before the Gorilla could think to stop him.

Curiosity killed the cat, they always said. Sure enough, Adrien was dead from the moment he jogged up to Ladybug and noticed her nose wrinkled in concentration and the tip of her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth.

He put a hand over his heart, trying to keep it from melting through his chest, and didn’t notice Ladybug noticing him until she fell from the lamp.

“I’m okay!” she said, picking herself up as her eyes darted between Adrien and her yoyo. Then she muttered something he couldn’t quite catch, but she definitely said the word ‘cute’.

“What was that?” he asked.

It was a soul-shattering revelation to learn that a flustered, blushing Ladybug was a dangerously adorable Ladybug.

“I—um, I was taking pictures for fun. I mean as a fun! Fun hobby.” She closed her eyes, sighing through her nose, and then tilted her yoyo towards him. “Sorry, you—you’re…very photogenic. Which makes sense.”

Adrien stared at the photo Ladybug took: himself, frozen in lovestruck awe.

“Send me a copy?” he asked.

Ladybug’s startled glance made him smile even through his blush.

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pictured: me, trying not to think about the photo portrait ep in ‘the crown’

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@mirthalia said:

Ladrien prompt: tandem.

there’s no reason for me to write this much nsfw au nonsense. yet here we are

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pictured: me, cackling self-indulgently

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Prompt: Pockey day

Swinging through Adrien’s open window, Ladybug landed andfiddled with the box of pocky in her hand.

November 11 was Armistice Day, and she was immensely gladthat Hawk Moth hadn’t broken the sombre mood with an akuma.

But now the remembrance ceremonies were over, the sun wasset, and Ladybug looked forward to indulging her boyfriend’s sillier tendencieswith a round of the Pocky Game.

“Adriennn,” she called softly, not wanting to wake him up ifhe was asleep…or alert anyone else to her nightly visits.

His bed was still perfectly made up. Looking around, Ladybugheaded towards the strip of light shining from his washroom door.

Pressing her ear to the wood, she couldn’t hear the showerrunning or the telltale splash of bathwater. Just someone humming a song.

She slid the door open quietly, smiling when she caughtsight of a familiar profile leaning over his sinks. “Adrien—!”

He started, dropping the powder brush he was using andsmearing grey across his white countertops.

When he turned to look at her, half his face covered in thesame shade of grey, that’s when Ladybug noticed the striped orange horns on hishead, the weird, red symbol on his shirt, and his rapidly pinking cheeks.

“I can explain!” he said, hiding the pot of makeup he had open.

Ladybug’s shock quickly turned to amusement, and she crossedher arms, eyebrow quirked. “Go on.”

He ducked his head, rubbing his nape.

“It’s…ahhh.” He winced. “11/11 is big deal in Homestuck. Ithought it would be fun to dress up as my favourite troll from Hiveswap andthen post a pic?”

Ladybug tilted her head. “…Is this another anime?”

Adrien lurched forward, a manic and delighted gleam in hiseyes.

“Let me tell you,” he said gravely, “about Homestuck.”

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pictured: me, wanting to relive the golden age of homestuck

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Prompt 2: Olfactophilia. I think this would be interesting in a T or mild M, but whatever you come up with is fine.

under a cut because it got a little long and i think this falls firmly in an older teen rating, however vague certain allusions are :Da

(this is an aged-up, post-reveal and pre-relationship au, i guess???)

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pictured: me, writing the extremely specific kind of heat fic that i always wanted

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monster au >:D

other people’s monster aus: let’s add werewolves and vampires into the mix!

my monster au: WHAT IF LB AND CHAT TURNED INTO GIANT ANTHROPOMORPHIZED VERSIONS OF THEIR MIRACULOUS ANIMALS???

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Being Ladybug was eye-opening and terrifying. Colour bledaway from her vision, leaving her to depend on her antenna to experience theworld around her. She grew to almost twice her usual height, a speedypowerhouse of magic and adrenaline. Her chitinous skin and the wings hiddenunderneath her elytra kept her safe from Hawk Moth’s cursed akuma. In order toprotect humanity, Marinette regularly left hers behind.

So it begged the question of why, as Ladybug, she stillcouldn’t think around Adrien.

Adrien, soft-skinned and bright-eyed as he circled his arms aroundher pronotum. Adrien, weightless in her arms as they flew over the city andaway from the akuma that was targeting him. Adrien, who didn’t let go even whenshe let him down on the roof of Le Grand Paris.

“You’re tall,” he told her, a little too close and a littletoo breathless. Ladybug was torn, one set of arms still holding him while theother ripped itself away.

“Um, y-yeah?” she said, antenna twitching as Adrien pulledaway completely.

“You seem shorter when—when you’re standing next to ChatNoir, so…” He rubbed the back of his neck before glancing up with a panicked smile.“N-not that it’s bad or anything! It’s actually…pretty cool.”

I loveyou, Ladybug thought as she tried to keep her apparent cool.

“You’re tall too!” she blurted out and then winced,wings fluttering anxiously behind her. “I-I mean, you’re tool. Cool! Tall andcool. And nice. And, um…I-I should probably go fight the akuma now.”

Eyes wide, Adrien nodded shakily, and Ladybug took off.

At least one person didn’t seem to mind this form.

—

The next day (and armed with candid rooftop photos),Alya dragged Adrien away from the school locker room to whisper, “You slickcrawlie lover, you.”

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pictured: me, wanting a handsome boy looking up at his giant bug lady crush with heart eyes

[ladrienintensifies]

day 6 – andre’s ice cream

Chat Noir finished his ice cream first, letting out a happy sigh as he pat his stomach.

“We should save M. André more often,” he decided.

Ladybug rolled her eyes, flicking his bell as she smiled indulgently.

“I think it’s better if we don’t have to,” she said.

The last bite of her cone was a burst of peach on her tongue, leaving her flustered. André hadn’t given her the same love fortune with the same cone—only a puzzled look—but Ladybug remembered it clearly.

Adrien’s lips…

“What are you thinking so hard about, buginette?” asked Chat, leaning in too close.

Ladybug nearly flailed off the edge of the roof, catching herself in time for Chat Noir to witness her spreading blush.

“Uh—”

“I…I have to! Um! Pea-ppppppatrol! Now! B-Bye!”

—

Leaving Chat in her dust was rude, and circling Paris was doing nothing to calm her down.

(Did Adrien taste like peaches?)

Ladybug shook her head furiously before deciding to head home. Which meant passing by Adrien’s house. Where Adrien might be.

…Maybe she’d be lucky?

The blond-haired figure currently struggling to free climb the back of the mansion suggested otherwise.

Heart in her throat, Ladybug swung down and scooped Adrien up before he fell, dropping them both on one of his bathroom balconies.

“Uh, um…thanks,” he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I…probably shouldn’t have snuck out like this, huh?”

“Probably,” Ladybug agreed, distracted.

His mint green eyes crinkled when he smiled, peach pink lips spreading to show a hint of bunny teeth.

She reached her limit.

Taking his face in her hands, Ladybug pulled him down until she could taste his maddening lips herself.

Adrien’s kiss left berries on her tongue, heat in her veins, and his helpless, wanting gasp in her mouth.

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pictured: me, not even getting an entire week of ladrien june prompts done orz

[ladrienintensifies]

day 5 – saved from the paparazzi

While it was great that Marinette was his fan, Adrien had drastically underestimated the media response to her appearance on Fill My Shoes.

Surrounded by paparazzi, someone shoved a microphone toward his face. “What’s your relationship with this girl?!”

“We’re just friends—”

“Isn’t she the same girl who you were seen with a few weeks ago?! The one in her pyjamas?!”

“I—yes, but—”

“Yet you’re still denying a relationship?!”

Adrien gave up and tried to wiggle past the crowded sidewalk. If only he’d snuck out as Chat Noir instead—

“Grab tight!” yelled a familiar voice.

Looking up, Adrien caught sight of Ladybug swinging low, arm outstretched. His hand reached for hers, clasping together like they had a thousand times before, and she wrenched him out of the throng.

He felt weightless as she tossed him higher into the air, her free arm circling his waist during her upswing. She steadied him as they landed on a lamppost, Ladybug frowning at the gasping crowds below.

“Aren’t you all adults? Adrien may be a celebrity, but he’s still a kid! You shouldn’t be treating him like this!”

Adrien managed to unstick his mouth long enough to say, “I’m…not a kid.”

Ladybug’s frown deepened even as a fascinating blush painted her cheeks.

“St-still, you’re younger than them! They should know better!” Turning her attention back to the crowd, she pointed at them. “Apologize for bothering Adrien!”

“The public has a right to know!” a reporter shouted out.

An agreeing murmur rippled through the crowd before Ladybug silenced them with a glare.

“Seriously? What’s so important about a teenager’s private life that you need to harass him about it? And another thing—!”

As Ladybug lectured the uncomfortable paparazzi, Adrien thanked his lucky stars that his partner always had his back.

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pictured: me, hating celebrity culture with every atom of my being

[ladrienintensifies]

day 4 – protecting

Entering the prison’s interrogation room, Ladybug found it starkly bare, containing only a table and two chairs, one of which was occupied by Gabriel Agreste.

Hawk Moth.

(She still kicked herself for letting her suspicions go the first time.)

Gabriel was handcuffed to the table, unmoving as he watched her sit down. Ladybug crossed her legs and arms, leaning back against the stiff chair.

“I’m sure you know why I’m here,” she said.

“I’m sure I don’t,” he replied. “I’ve been a guest of solitary confinement these past few days.”

Ladybug’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh? You don’t believe me?” Gabriel leaned forward, attentive. “What is the big news?”

Lips thinning, Ladybug pulled out her yoyo and flipped it open. A holographic display appeared above it, showing a woman dressed like an insectoid bird.

“A new Miraculous-wielding villain,” Ladybug began. “We don’t know her name, but she’s using the Peacock and the Butterfly Miraculous to launch attacks all over Paris.”

“Tasteless,” said Gabriel, looking bored. “And you’re here because…?”

“You’re the only other person who knows how the Butterfly works,” Ladybug admitted reluctantly. “And her first target was Adrien.”

Gabriel’s jaw clenched, his gaze turning to a dark corner of the room.

“Convenient,” he said. “What’s in it for me?”

Ladybug opened her mouth, stunned, before answering, “Uh, you’d be protecting your son? Your last living family?”

Gabriel threaded his fingers together, bitterness sharpening his face.

“He betrayed me and abandoned his mother for you.” He scoffed. “Spare me.”

Suddenly furious, Ladybug stood up.

“He gave you up because what you were doing was wrong! How someone so kind and selfless is your son is—”

“I see his feelings are not unrequited,” Gabriel interrupted. “Leave. I have nothing further to say.”

Biting back a frustrated snarl, Ladybug turned and walked out.

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