Ladynoir July 2020

This blog is running Ladynoir July 2020, a content creation event dedicated to Ladybug & Chat Noir with one different prompt every day throughout the whole month of July! Icon by @yunyin

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The Ladynoir July 2020 calendar is here! 🎉

We’d like to thank everyone who sent us prompts ideas once again, and give a special thanks to @lovesquaretrash & @ladyofacat for the design of the calendar.

We hope you will enjoy the prompts and we can’t wait to see all the amazing content you’ll be creating! 

Remember to tag your posts with #ladynoirjuly2020 and @ this blog so we can see it all and reblog it here. 

Note: This event was made to have a good time, so don’t pressure yourself too much and enjoying yourself should be the first priority! 

Note 2: Ladynoir should be the main focus of the content you create for the event. We trust you to not create character or ship hate/salt content and we won’t be promoting anything such. This event is mostly SFW; NSFW is allowed, but we won’t be reblogging any content unless it is hidden by the [read more] feature - we therefore encourage you to put your nsfw work undercut.

Note 3: If you would like to be inclusive of those with visual disabilities, please consider adding an image description to your own artwork. The mods of this blog will also make an effort to do so, but we cannot promise all images will be captioned.

Thank you for your understanding and your participation!

List of the prompts also written undercut:

1. The Wall Between Us 2. Stargazing 3. In Denial 4. Disguises 5. Banter 6. Rose 7. Interviews 8. Kwami Swap 9. Fist Bump 10. Breakdown 11. Comfort 12. Falling 13. Cuddles 14. Chat Blanc 15. In Sync 16. First Kiss 17. Future 18. Close call 19. Rain 20. Déjà vu 21. Reveal 22. Realization 23. Chin scratches 24. Post-reveal, pre-relationship 25. Pining 26. Sacrifices 27. Embrace 28. Confession 29. Against the World 30. Rooftop Dates 31. Home

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Ladynoir July Day #18: Close Call

i couldnt think of a way to work chat into this, i hope thats alright !! hes probably defending his lady from the akuma thats managed to get one of her earrings lets just pretend i know how to draw hands alrighty   

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[Image description: 

The drawing is of Ladybug as she is beginning to de-transform. The bottom half of her legs and her hands are exposed. Half of her mask is gone but she covers her exposed eye with one of her hands in order to conceal her identity and part of her shocked expression. 

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hey i know this is kind of early but r u planning on running this again in 2021?

Ladynoir July will actually be held by @ladynoirjuly this year. Be sure to follow them for updates and to see the calendar when it drops!

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our hands would not be taught to hold another’s - Chapter 16: pining

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day 25 of @ladynoirjuly2020

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Marinette was enraptured by the sound of Adrien’s laughter. She always had been, from the moment she’d first heard it after his umbrella closed around her and he unknowingly claimed her heart. Adrien didn’t genuinely laugh often — not as often as he should, anyway, or even as often as she would expect from Chat Noir — but every time he did, Marinette’s brain went a little fuzzy.

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Ladynoir July 2020

Day 12: Falling

Le gasp! What's this??? Another long overdue one-shot for @ladynoirjuly2020???

Look who's finally decided to finish Ladynoir July. Sure took me long enough.

This one-shot was beta'd by @khanofallorcs in the Miraculous Fanworks Discord server. Thanks for the help, Khan!

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Ladybug landed on the rooftop, with Chat Noir close behind her. They had just finished their first productive patrol in weeks. Usually, their patrols were filled with banter and chasing each other around across the rooftops. Ladybug decided they should actually patrol without playing around this time.

For this patrol, they decided to split up and meet back up again on one of their favourite rooftops. Ladybug started on her part of the patrol, and after an hour and a half of jumping across rooftops, finished without noticing anything amiss. She returned to their meeting spot, only to find Chat Noir already there, waiting for her.

"Hey, Bugaboo," Chat greeted. "How did your patrol go?"

"Pretty good. Nothing to report. You?" Ladybug asked as she settled down on the edge of the rooftop.

Everything's purrfect, M'lady," her partner said as he settled down beside her.

"Chat, how many times have I told you to stop it with the puns?" Despite her exasperated tone, the small smile on Ladybug's face showed that she found the pun a little funny.

"Admit it, you love my puns."

"Pfft. As if."

They continued with their banter for a while as they gazed up at the night sky.

As a comfortable silence settled between them, Ladybug looked at Chat and smiled. He was gazing up at the moon, seemingly not noticing his partner looking at him.

His golden hair was glistening under the moonlight and his green eyes were shining impossibly brighter than the stars above them. He had a soft smile on his face and she assumed he was thinking of a good memory he had.

Ladybug looked back out at the city. She didn't even remember when she started noticing these things about his partner. She often caught herself doing it and she'd always wondered why.

She used to think about these kinds of things whenever she thought of Adrien. It didn't happen as often now and it was puzzling her.

It wasn't just his physical attributes that she noticed about him; it was also his personality.

She had always known that he was kind and sweet. He was a pun-loving and adventurous alley cat. She had also been growing fond of his puns, as much as she hated to admit it. He would never let her live it down if she did.

She hated when he jumped in front of her to protect her from an akuma's powers. She knew he did it because she was the only one who could purify the akumas.

But it still hurt. A lot.

Chat Noir eventually pulled her out of her thoughts when he nudged her shoulder with his. "You, okay, bug?" He asked worriedly.

It turned out that she had been frowning deeply while lost in her thoughts. She smiled. Chat cared a lot for her.

"Everything is fine, Chat. Just fine." She laid her head on his shoulder.

A while later, it hit her. Suddenly noticing Chat more often. Not thinking about Adrien as much.

It was clear as day.

She was falling.

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Home

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[Image description:

There are two screenshots from the show, with new captions edited on. Ladybug and Chat Noir are sitting on the ground below the Effiel Tower. Chat has a smile on his face while Ladybug looks at him in confusion while he says, "You know, the Effiel Tower is just like a second home to us what with how many times we end up having to save it."

In the second image Ladybug looks up with a look of frustration as she replies, "I hate the fact that I can't refute that." Chat looks at her with a small smile.

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#LadynoirJuly Day 31

The final entry of @ladynoirjuly2020! And I made it before the end of August, yay! Massive thanks to everyone who’s read, liked, commented and/or reblogged any of the chapters, you have no idea how much it means to me ❤❤❤

I hope you enjoy this last chapter, I told you it’d all be angst with a happy ending! xxx

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Day 31: Home

Ladybug smiled widely as she opened the envelope on her desk. She’d spotted it as soon as she’d slid down her mezzanine railing, and had decided to skip her detransformation upon seeing it. It wasn’t everyday Marinette received mail. Especially envelopes with a familiar magazine logo on them.

She squealed excitedly as she pulled out the cheque, her name neatly written on the recipient line. She was finally going to be able to carry out her plan.

She was about to open a new tab on her computer when her mother’s voice sounded from downstairs. “Marinette? Are you home?” It approached as Sabine climbed the stairs. “Someone’s here to see you!”

“Don’t worry Mrs Dupain Cheng, I’ll just wait in the living room.” Ladybug recognised Adrien’s voice and rolled her eyes. 

They’d only just left each other after patrol, what was he doing here? She shook her head and detransformed, stashing the letter away before she opened her bedroom’s trap door to tell him to come up. 

Her surprise would have to wait.

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“I’m here!” Chat Noir landed loudly on the rooftop, doubling over to catch his breath. “We literally just saw each other at school, what was so important that you waited until I got back to Nino’s to call me?” He panted.

Ever since Hawkmoth’s arrest, Adrien had been staying at Nino’s, his parents taking him in with open arms. Between them and the constant dinner invitations from the Miracuclass, all coordinated by the brilliant Marinette, Adrien had never been better fed or supported. It made him feel emotional if he thought about it too hard.

“Well see, I saw Adrien at school, but I need Chat Noir right now.” Ladybug twirled a strand of her hair on her finger as she walked towards him, before standing on her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend’s cheek.

“Oh?” Chat’s eyebrows shot up, his interest piqued by Ladybug’s mischievous smile.

“Wasn’t it you who helped me finish my crosswords puzzle?”

“You won?” He gasped.

She grinned and nodded slowly. 

“That’s amazing Bugaboo!” Chat picked her up and spun her around, kissing her forehead. He frowned slightly as he put her down. “You know you could have just told me over text, right?”

“But that would have ruined the surprise.” Ladybug winked, whipping out a scarf from her yoyo. “Speaking of which, we still have a little travelling to do, so better get cracking!”

“I’m not sure I like where this is going.” Chat Noir replied as she approached him.

With a laugh, Ladybug blindfolded him and took his hand, leading him towards the edge of the building. He followed diligently, entwining his fingers between hers.

“I’m not sure I completely thought this through.” She mumbled as she looked down. It was a long drop, although she’d never let him fall.

“You know I trust you with my life, Bugaboo.” Chat smiled and brought her hand to his lips. He would have tried to actually kiss her had it not been for the blindfold.

“Alright, here we go, then.” She took a deep breath and slid a hand around his waist to bring him closer. She was grateful to feel his strong arms around her, consolidating their link. She knew she could take both of their weight, having done it at least half a dozen times before, but with Chat blindfolded, she was missing the last resort solution of his baton.

She yoyoed smoothly across the gap, and let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. 

“We’re alive!” Chat joked, feeling her relax.

“Don’t say that too quickly, that wasn’t the only street we need to cross.” 

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just meet claw-ser to wherever we’re headed?”

“You’ll understand why when we get there.” Taking his hand in hers again, she carefully led him across the rooftops. Chat Noir tried visualising where they were by tracking their turns and crossings, but quickly gave up after yet another leap, made wobbly by Ladybug’s slight fatigue. 

Finally, she let go of his hand and he heard her open what sounded like a trapdoor. She carefully guided him down a ladder, into a darker space. They walked along a corridor, he supposed from the alignment of doors he felt as he scraped his hands across the walls. Probably an apartment building. 

She stopped before they reached the end of it, and he heard the jiggle of keys and the little rattle of a lock being opened. Light dappled his blindfolded vision as the door swung open.

“Okay, don’t get your hopes up too high because it’s really not that great compared to your place, but I know that as much as you like being surrounded by people, you also really like your privacy and I thought this would be a nice place and…” Ladybug rambled, playing with the keys in her hands, he could tell from the sound.

He reached out blindly and took them in his. “My Lady? Breathe.” He could perfectly picture how she’d stop talking and look up at him, a little startled. “And maybe let me see before you start overthinking everything?”

“Oh, right, of course!” 

He felt her hands gently go through his hair as she untied the blindfold for him. 

It fell to reveal a small, but cosy room. A bed, which looked a lot like his bed, occupied most of the space on the right. He could definitely recognise some of his posters and pictures hanging above it, with a bunch of shots of him and his friends he’d never seen but had apparently been taken over the previous weeks. 

The left side of the room had been organised as a living space, with a kitchenette in a corner and a sofa in the other, next to which stood a pile of cushions to provide extra sitting options. Chat had a half a mind to go and sprawl himself on them. The other half could already picture all the nights he’d be able to spend around the coffee table with his friends.

Straight across from the door was a big window which caught his attention by the amount of light it let through. He squinted as he strode towards it, and, recognising the view, gasped and opened it wide. As he leaned across the small balcony, Ladybug instinctively grabbed his tail before he could fall down from jumping in excitement. 

Chat turned around with the biggest smile she’d ever seen him sport. “We’re next door neighbours!!” 

He pointed to the right, where the Seine was visible, as well as a part of Marinette’s balcony.

“I thought you’d like the prospect of being able to communicate through the wall.” She smiled. She’d been extremely lucky to spot the renting announcement. Then again, she was Ladybug. Didn’t luck come with the costume?

Chat Noir looked out the window again, then came back inside and picked Ladybug up, twirling her in his arms as he kissed her passionately. Her arms flew around his neck. She could feel him smiling against her lips, which made her feel giddy.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” He said in a pant, after they broke off, staring into her eyes as his forehead leaned against hers.

“I wanted you to finally have a Home, Chaton.” Her cheeks were flushed, bringing out her bluebell eyes in the prettiest way. 

He smiled fondly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Bugaboo, never doubt that I have a Home when I’m with you.” He looked around them, still in awe of the space. “But I agree that this will do nicely as a second one.”

“Cool.” She said lamely, unable to formulate a coherent response to his declaration.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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#LadynoirJuly Days 29&30

So… close… to the end… Only one @ladynoirjuly2020 prompt left to go! 

I made this one extra fluffy because these two deserve all the fluffiness. Hope you’ll enjoy! xxx

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Days 29&30: Rooftop dates, you and me against the world

What struck Ladybug and Chat Noir most as they moved from a supposedly one-sided crush to an actual two-way romantic relationship was how hard it was to find date ideas. As much as they fished for inspiration on Google, it seemed like most things people did as a couple, they’d already done “platonically” (staring at their individual screens as they browsed, each of them was starting to question whether that was actually the right word to use given the whole double identity business). 

Movie date? It had been cut short by Adrien’s fans and the Gorilla’s akumatisation, but they’d done it.

Ice cream date? Check, both as civilians and superheroes.

Rooftop dinner? Chat had already organised that, and the memory of her rejecting him had both of them fear it could jinx their blooming relationship.

Stargazing? They did that pretty much every time the night sky was clear.

Of course, the “date” label could change the stakes, but both heroes felt like repeating something just because people thought it was a good idea sort of took the romantic aspect out of it. They had therefore agreed not to actively organise activities, but rather to go with the flow.

Today, the flow had led them to lie on their stomachs on a rooftop, shoulders brushing as they hovered over a page of crosswords.

Ladybug hummed silently. Chat loved seeing her cute nose crinkle and would have been tempted to kiss it if he hadn’t known how intent she was on finishing the exercise. She held the hope that one day, she’d solve the grid, form the right word with the numbered letters, and win the weekly money prize. Not that she needed it, but just for the pride.

He reluctantly diverted his gaze from her face to look at the clues.

“Thirteen down: clown.” He indicated. Ladybug wrote it down after double-checking it fit in the boxes. As if he didn’t know how to count. He shook his head, amused by her distrust. “I can’t believe you would seriously doubt that ‘funny man’ in five letters is clown.”

“What can I say, it must take one to know one.” She smirked, bopping her shoulder against his.

Chat Noir stuck out his tongue at her, but she was already busy writing down another answer. He redirected his attention to the grid.

“Four across is… will you look at that, ‘miraculous’!” He chuckled, drawing her attention to the prompt.

“Which means two down must be… riddle!” Ladybug smiled with glee. “We really do make a good team, don’t we?”

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; it’s you and me against the world, Bugaboo.” He nudged her playfully with his shoulder and looked back down at the page. “And that includes uncooperative crosswords.”

Ladybug shifted, and the soft tickle of her pigtail on his cheek made Chat look back up. Their faces were close. So, so close. 

As if sensing his burning gaze, Ladybug’s eyes met his before fluttering down to his lips.

Her head had a mind of its own as it moved closer to her boyfriend’s, pausing mere millimetres away from his taunting lips. Chat decided to take the leap and close the gap between them in a tentative kiss. 

Her reply was full of intent. 

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“You know, I think I’ll have to write to the ‘Best date ideas in Paris’ blog and tell them to add a new entry.” Chat propped his head on his hand and smiled affectionately at Ladybug, now lying on her back as she looked at him. Her pigtails were dishevelled from their impromptu make out session.

He couldn’t resist kissing her nose this time.

“Oh yeah?” She answered as breezily as she could, although she knew the effect was ruined by her panting breath and the heat she could feel on her cheeks. 

“Who needs fancy restaurants when all you need is a crossword puzzle and a rooftop?” He looked over at the abandoned magazine, thinking the location itself was actually probably more than enough.

“You know, Kitty, I’d agree with you but I’m not sure how mayor Bourgeois would react if he saw all these people climbing up to hang out on the roofs.” She flicked his bell,  which released a crystalline sound. “Besides,” she whispered, making him lean closer to hear her, “I like knowing that this is our territory.”

“You really do think of everything, my love.” He fondly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

A sudden gust of wind flicked the pages of the magazine, drawing Ladybug’s attention away from Chat’s deep green eyes.

“Right, back to serious business.” She pushed herself up, landing a quick peck on Chat’s pouting lips. “Cheer up, Chaton, you’ll be getting something out of it if I do win.”

“You’ll get me a present?” He smiled excitedly. 

“I might have something in mind for you, yes.” She ruffled his hair and walked over to the puzzle. “I will need my favourite partner to have a chance, though. We only have…” She glanced at her miracuphone. “Two hours left until the ballot closes.”

“Better get cracking, then!” He plumped down next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Ladybug comfortably rested her head on his shoulder.

If someone from Best date ideas in Paris had walked by at that moment, and seen them working with the sun setting in front of them and the Champs de Mars at their feet, no doubt they would have closed their website.

For nothing could have topped their crossword puzzle rooftop date.

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#LadynoirJuly Days 27&28

Funny how when there’s no more rush to be on time, the will to write sort of vanishes, hopefully I’ll finish @ladynoirjuly2020 before the end of August! I hope you’ll enjoy this prompt combination xxx

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Days 27 and 28: Embrace and Confession

Flashing lights faded around the corner as Hawkmoth and Mayura were driven away from the Agreste mansion. Ladybug and Chat Noir remained side by side on the doorstep, silently watching them go. 

The emergency services had arrived promptly at the crime scene after Chat’s call, and had done a good job at making sure Gabriel Agreste was securely tied up before Ladybug could use her Miraculous Ladybug powers. The cataclysmed rock that had pinned him down had returned to the basement’s roof with a puff of dust and rubble, which could have provided the villain with the perfect distraction to escape.

The magical ladybirds had also restored Ladybug’s health, although she’d felt dizzy as she stood up. After checking thoroughly with the medical team that she was, indeed, better, Chat had engulfed her into a tight embrace, knocking the air out of her lungs. She’d pulled him in just as tight as she felt his tears drop one by one on her shoulder.

She still couldn’t believe it was over. And they were safe. Both of them. She still had trouble realising the man they had been fighting all along was her greatest idol. 

And Adrien’s father.

She stole a look at Chat Noir, whose gaze was lost in the distance.

A crowd of journalists gathered around them, hollering questions in the hopes of securing exclusive information for their channels. Chat flinched every time someone mentioned the name Gabriel Agreste, although it was so imperceptible only Ladybug noticed.

Her hand brushed tentatively against his, and, seeing no resistance, she took it and squeezed it tightly in a silent promise; it’s going to be alright. 

She let go of his hand reluctantly as the queries kept pouring and took on the mediatic spotlight by stepping in front of her partner, a barrage between him and the press. 

“Thank you all for your support!” She called out, the crowd hushing at the sound of her voice. “I’m sure you’ll understand this was a very emotional day for all of us. We’re still processing today’s events, so we won’t be taking any questions right now. Just know that you can sleep tight tonight, as Hawkmoth and Mayura are no longer threats.” She gave her best brave smile, although her thoughts were elsewhere. She had to get Chat Noir out of there.

The disappointed journalists ignored her comment, avid for a scoop. 

“Are you two going to reveal your identities to the public now that Hawkmoth has been defeated?”

“Ladybug, is it true you almost died fighting today?”

“There hasn’t been any news of Adrien Agreste since his father’s arrest, is it possible that he was working with him and is now on the run?”

The last question made Chat Noir tense up, but Ladybug reacted before he could.

“That’s enough!” She snarled at the reporters, making them back away. A camera flashed, immortalising her anger. She snapped towards the photographer, who immediately deleted the picture, cowering under her thunderous stare. “I said we were not going to answer any questions tonight!”

“Please excuse us now, Adrien is safe, and we need to talk to him.” Chat stepped forward, taking her hand. He’d never seen her so angry before. He nodded sternly at the crowd before leading Ladybug back into the Mansion. 

She was still trembling with rage when he closed the imposing door behind them. 

“M’lady.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “Please calm down.”

“I can’t.” She clenched her fists, avoiding his eyes. “You heard them. How can they even say something like that?”

“They don’t know it’s me.”

“But you’ve been on billboards for ages, it’s like your'e the only model in this ungrateful city. You can’t get out without being mobbed by fans. And now they’re spreading rumours about how you’re conspiring with Hawkmoth?” She shook her head in defeat and looked up. Her bluebell eyes were piercing in contrast with her mask. “Why can’t they love you, like I do?” 

Chat felt like he’d just been punched in the lungs, in a good, nay, excellent way, as he reciprocated her gaze. Her honest stare told him she meant what she’d just said. It wasn’t a figure of speech. It didn’t feel like a platonic declaration. 

Coming from her, right there and then, he knew it was a full blown confession.

He knew he should be focusing on everything else, getting out in the open as Adrien to silence the rumours, dealing with the pain that accompanied his father’s and Nathalie’s arrests, his mother’s death, addressing the stress and trauma from the fight, but he clang on to her words like a lifeline.

Ladybug misunderstood his silence. She’d really chosen the worst moment to confess, hadn’t she? Her eyes widened suddenly and she hid her face in her hands. 

“I’m sorry.” She said in a muffled voice. 

“What for?” Chat was genuinely confused by her change in attitude. Gently pulling her closer, he took her in his arms.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” She mumbled against his chest.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say about me.” He chuckled.

“Not everything is about you, you silly cat.” She huffed as she lifted her head, shooting him a disapproving glance. 

She very reluctantly pushed him away and paced the paved entrance floor, shaking her head. “I didn’t want to tell you like this.” 

“What?” He grinned.

“Oh don’t pretend you don’t know!”

“You mean, tell me that you love me?” His eyes glinted mischievously as he leaned towards her. His heart was roaring in his ears. “Technically you didn’t say it.”

She rolled her eyes, but was glad to see he was smiling. If the prospect of her saying the three little words she’d had so much trouble articulating made him so happy, then maybe she should just take the leap. Even if she would’ve much preferred it to be more romantic. Somewhere other than Hawkmoth’s house, for one. And perhaps not almost immediately after they’d discovered he was her beloved’s father. She guessed she’d just have to make it up to him later.

“Well, I do. Love you.” She gave him a small smile. “And, to be honest, I have for a while.”

“I told you you’d fall for me.” Chat said softly as he closed the distance between them in a smooth step. He took her hands in his and brought them to his lips, his green eyes never leaving hers. “I love you too, ma Buginette.”

Ladybug blushed and buried herself in his arms once more.  

Chat kissed the top of her head fondly, his heart soaring, singing, and doing every cliché thing a heart does when two lovers just confessed their love for one another. Holding her close took his mind off everything else, even if for a little while.

They were going to be alright. 

Together.

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Day 12: Falling

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#LadynoirJuly Day 26

Alright, this is peak angst, I apologise in advance for the cliffhanger! It’s all downhill from here, don’t worry. Disclaimer: there’s major character injury (but there are still five @ladynoirjuly2020 prompts left though, so I’ll let you guess how it ends).

Hope you’ll enjoy! xxx

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Day 26: Sacrifices

They’d officially done it. 

Hawkmoth lay at Chat Noir’s feet, pegged under a pile of rubble that restrained his mouvements. It was only a matter of time before the boy walked over to him and took his Miraculous away for good, just like Ladybug had taken Mayura’s when she’d tried to prevent them from accessing the secret lair.

Chat Noir crouched, taking his Lady’s hand in his. Ladybug lied on he side, too feeble to even sit. She smiled weakly at him, her breathing rendered difficult by all the hits she’d taken from Hawkmoth before Chat had been able to put an end to it with a Cataclysm. 

He looked around him, barely registering the extent of the damage around them.

He should have been happy. Paris would soon be free of its two most wanted criminals. There would be no more fear of being Akumatised. He and Ladybug would be hailed as heroes. They would be free to live without the pressure of saving the city every day.

He couldn’t believe that it had all happened right under his nose, though. Well, under his feet. Or above his head. Hawkmoth’s - his father’s hiding place was so big it was a wonder he’d never noticed anything. Chat Noir also couldn’t help but be impressed at how spectacular the room he was standing in was. He wondered if it had always been this way, with its narrow alleyway across waters he could not identify, leading to the grand butterfly window, or if the architecture had been orchestrated by his father. How premeditated his father’s actions had been. 

His eyes lingered on the focal point of the room. Exposed like a princess in her coffin, in the center of the room, lay his mother. No wonder she’d never answered any of his letters. She’d never left. And she wasn’t in a position to do anything.

Chat’s eyes teared up as he recalled his mother’s warm green gaze. How she’d sometimes whisk him away to the countryside, and they’d run around in fields of green, singing and laughing in the sunshine. She’d always loved the Sound of Music. How she shared her passion for music with him, bursting into song randomly. How she sang him to sleep as he listened to her angelic voice. 

He remembered her vibrant personality. She would hug him out of the blue as he was playing in his room, or doing homework in the dining room. She made everything feel like an adventure, one he felt included in. The house had always seemed more colourful when she had been around, despite the interior decoration having remained the same ever since she’d left. Her radiance warmed anywhere she walked, seemingly making flowers bloom around her sometimes. In fact, she always smelled like Spring. He’d never found her perfume anywhere.

He was interrupted in his reminiscence by his father, who despite his immobilisation, was far from being muted.

“You have to understand, I did it all for her! Please let me bring her back, I miss her so much!” His voice sounded helpless, his tears were almost convincing. “Help me give my son a family again.” His voice broke, and Chat Noir tensed.

“Chaton… you know… the price.” Ladybug’s voice emerged weakly from his lap. Her bluebell eyes struggled to stay open. 

He stroked her cheek gently. 

His heart ached as he made his decision. Given Ladybug’s state, he knew deep down that he needed to choose between her and his mother. Between green and blue. Life was full of sacrifices.

A tear rolled down his cheek. He hadn’t thought it possible to live in a world without Emilie Agreste, yet he’d been proven wrong. It hurt every day, every hour, every minute, but he marched on bravely, treasuring her memory. Something told him it would be the same with Marinette. Ladybug. His partner. His best friend. 

He wasn’t ready to mourn her just yet, though.

The future would be blue, he knew. It would be saying goodbye to his mother, for good, this time. It would be coming to terms with his father’s criminality. And Nathalie’s. It would be practically becoming an orphan, alone in the big mansion but for the Gorilla.

But he also knew she’d be there by his side, whatever happened. That if he ever stumbled, she’d swoop in before he fell too deep. Her eyes would be the only sea he’d drown in. They would be his lifeline, always there if he looked for them in a crowd. Bluebell blue was the colour he’d never tire of looking at.

There’d be laughter. There’d be dates, he promised himself. There’d be running across Paris rooftops, just because they could. There’d be watching the sunset from the Eiffel Tower. And maybe the sunrise, too. The future may be blue, but it would also be bright.

He took a deep breath and dialled the 17 on his Cat phone.

“Allô la police?” He asked. “Chat Noir speaking. I’m currently in the basement of 1, place du Châtelet, in the first arrondissement of Paris. Please send a team over to arrest Gabriel Agreste, whom I can confirm is Hawkmoth.” He gulped and looked down to Ladybug, whose breath was shaky in his arms.

“Can I trust you to call for medical help as well? It’s for Ladybug.”

His interlocutor confirmed they would be there as soon as possible, which was supported by the shouts he heard in the background as the force readied itself. 

Chat hung up, and took Ladybug’s hand back in his. He felt a slight pressure as she squeezed it faintly.

“Hang in there, Bugaboo.” He whispered as he pushed her hair away from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear.

She lifted her arm, wincing at the effort, and cupped his face. He kissed the palm of her hand tenderly, stroking her hair.

“We did it, Chaton.” She croaked, a smile forming on her lips as her eyes closed once more. 

He felt her pulse weaken and prayed for help to arrive faster.

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@ladynoirjuly2020 day 28- confession

she loooooves him

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[Image description:

Ladybug and Chat Noir are standing next to each other. Ladybug hides her mouth with her hands as she giggles at what Chat said. Chat holds his chest as he laughs. His tail forms a heart.

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@ladynoirjuly2020 day 30- rooftop dates

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[Image description:

Chat Noir and Ladybug are having a picnic on a rooftop. Both of them are sitting down on a peach colored blanket, with a box of green macaroons between them. By the way their eyes are drawn, you can tell they are smiling. Ladybug holds a rose in her hand and Chat's tail forms a heart. Behind then the sky is a beautiful mix of blue, pink, and green.

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our hands would not be taught to hold another’s - Chapter 15: post-reveal, pre-relationship

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day 24 of @ladynoirjuly2020

Marinette felt her face flush as she dug into her purse, looking for a macaron. After detransforming and revealing herself to Chat Noir, she’d asked him to come with her, to show him something, and he’d agreed. She’d been prepared to transform and leave immediately, but was quickly stumped by the emptiness of her purse. Chat couldn’t exactly follow her if she couldn’t go anywhere — and she couldn’t without transforming. Which she couldn’t do without feeding Tikki. And Marinette couldn’t feed Tikki without cookies.

Marinette frowned at the empty purse.

There was nothing for it then.

Swallowing her trepidation, Marinette looked back up at Chat Noir.

“Um… actually… do you think you could, um, give me a lift?”

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#LadynoirJuly Days 23&24

My hand slipped and what started as something light-hearted strangely ended up in angst. Oops, my bad. More to come in the next chapter! I’m going to skip pining for now because I’m not really sure how to write it 😬

Enjoy! @ladynoirjuly2020

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Days 23&24: Chin scratches, prpr

Sometimes, Hawkmoth seemed to need a little time to plan his next move. It should have given Ladybug and Chat Noir a moment of respite, an opportunity to chill out on the rooftops, making the most of a sunny day. 

Paris being a busy city, though, the two heroes had barely sat down when their help had been requested to find a missing cat. A little running around later, and both of them were on their way to the owner’s house, having accomplished their mission.

“Aw, isn’t it the cutest?” Ladybug cooed as she scratched the cat’s chin, continuing to  walk down the empty street.

It was a dignified white cat, which reminded her of Duchess in the Aristocats. Pretty much the opposite of the jealous cat that walked next to her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I don’t see why she gets chin scratches for being lost, you shouldn’t be encouraging it! I never get any, even when I’m on my best behaviour.” He pouted. “It’s because I’m a black cat, isn’t it?”

Ladybug rolled her eyes and smiled affectionately at her partner. “You know damn well that I’d never change anything about you, Chaton.” 

Chat’s pout spread into a wide smile, which made her realise what she’d just said. She blushed and bowed her head, picking up her pace to conceal her pinking cheeks.

It was tricky navigating their new relationship. She wasn’t entirely sure Chat Noir knew how she felt about Adrien, about him. He’d probed her a lot during the past week. At first she thought he was trying to pry out an official confession from her, since she’d never managed to do it, but she’d soon figured out he was really clueless when it came to her feelings. 

To her surprise, she’d managed the post reveal situation fairly well. There was no real weirdness between Adrien and her; their conversations were a lot smoother now that she knew he was Chat Noir. They’d even shared nice bantering moments which had taken Alya aback. Marinette was fairly sure her best friend thought she’d used some kind of voodoo spell overnight for such a rapid change to occur.

The one thing she still had to come to terms with was the fact any time she flirted with Chat, she flirted with Adrien. She’d already admitted to herself that any time she’d done it in the past, she’d meant it to at least 50%, which was a big step. Part of her did want to give their relationship a try, finally, after a year of running around in circles chasing what had happened to be their tails. The other part didn’t know how good an idea it would be, given what she’d seen when she’d been propelled into Chat Blanc’s universe.

Oh well. She would see how things went. It wasn’t like Adrien was close to discovering who she liked, anyway.

“You know, when you say things like that, it makes me think that you might like me.” He smirked teasingly, catching up with her in a couple of strides.

Crap. She should’ve known not to underestimate her partner.

“Well why don’t you use it as your choice of the day?” She replied as breezily as she could.

“Nah, I’m kidding. I think I would’ve noticed it if you did like me.” He nudged her with his shoulder.

Ladybug refrained from laughing out loud. 

With Adrien prying to know who she liked, she’d decided to stretch his ignorance for as long as possible by establishing a Rumplestiltskin rule. He was only allowed one guess a day, which frustrated Alya to no end.

“You can see how desperate he is to know, you know he told Nino he loves you, right? Why are you extending his misery? And yours?” The aspiring reporter had asked her when they’d been alone after a week of playing.

“It’s complicated.” Marinette had winced at the pathetic excuse. “Anyway, it’s a game between Adrien and I. You don’t have to watch.”

“But I do! I want to be there when my ship finally sails.” Alya whined as Marinette rolled her eyes.

Marinette had to slap her hand on her friend’s mouth more than a couple of times to prevent her from commenting on Adrien’s choices. She could always tell she was about to speak when a sly grin spread across her lips.

“Since it’s only the two of us today, I can finally ask one that’s been on my mind for a while.” Chat interrupted her thoughts.

“Hmm?” She looked at him in confusion. Which guess would possibly have to be asked without their friends around?

“Is it Nino?” He asked, and he misinterpreted her widened eyes. “I purr-omise I won’t tell Alya if it is! But I figured, you did sort of go on a date with him that one time, he liked you…”

“I forgot about that.” She replied thoughtfully. Nino had actually told Alya about his feelings for Marinette, and they now joked about it. “But it’s not Nino.”

“Am I getting warmer though?”

“Well…” Technically, Nino was warmer than Kim, the previous day’s guess. But it was colder than himself, even if he hadn’t been serious about it. “Cheer up, Chaton.” She smiled and gave him a little skin scratch to compensate for her vague response, eliciting a purr. She wondered what that would feel like if she was in his arms. “You’ll find out eventually.”

Before he could reply, she rang the doorbell of the house that stood in front of them. An old lady opened the door cautiously, and upon recognising her pet thanked them profusely, even inviting them in for tea. Chat seemed ready to go in, but Marinette’s phone rang before they could reply anything. She excused and fished it out of her yoyo. 

Max’s face appeared on her screen. She frowned. It wasn’t like him to call her. Not when there wasn’t a gaming tournament planned in the near future.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Marinette?” He sounded shaken.

“Yes Max, is everything okay?” She asked worriedly.

“I’m not too sure.” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

“How can I help?” She forced herself to smile, although she had a bad feeling about what was to follow.

“Markov and I were going through his software to do a routine backup and… Well, you know Ladybug, right?” He asked.

“Yes?”

“Do you think you could contact her, and tell her to come meet us at the Collège as soon as she can? And tell her Chat Noir should come too, I’ve tried to get a hold of Adrien to contact him but his phone goes straight to voicemail.”

“I’ll see what I can do. What’s going on?”

Another pause. “You have to swear not to say anything.”

“Okay?” 

“We think we discovered who Hawkmoth is.” 

Ladybug’s face drained of all colours and her heart rate picked up as Max exposed his findings. She looked over to her partner, who was still happily conversing with the old lady and her cat. What had he done to deserve this?

She wasn’t even sure her confession would help swallow this bitter pill. She wished she could prolong his ignorance a little longer, enough for them to enjoy tea, but the urgency of Max’s voice brought her back to reality. They needed to act fast. 

She sighed quietly as she hung up and walked to her partner with a heavy heart.

“Chaton?” He turned towards her, and the way his smile faded as he saw her expression broke her heart, but they needed to do this. “We need to go.”

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#LadynoirJuly Day 22

Slowly but surely making it through the prompts, and trying to end everything as a continuous fic! We’ll see how it goes :D Thanks for the comments on the previous part, it really motivated me to keep doing @ladynoirjuly2020 instead of putting it on hold!

Hope you enjoy this part! xxx

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Day 22: Realisation

Ladybug walked slowly towards her Home via the rooftops, hands tucked behind her back. The rain was still pouring around her, drops trickling down on her face from her bangs, but she was too deep in thought to pay it any heed. Who cared about potentially catching a cold when you’d just been hit with such crucial information?

She blamed her obliviousness on Chat’s hair. Of course she knew how much a haircut could change someone’s face, the hair length somehow emphasising or toning down one’s facial features, but this was such a wild change. If she ever had an essay to write on the topic (you never knew), Chat would definitely be her exhibit A: heads, Adrien Agreste, model extraordinaire, a teenage heartthrob down to his boy band side part; tails, Chat Noir, Paris’ superhero, his blond mane as unkempt as his manners. Adrien Agreste and Chat Noir. Two sides of the same coin. 

It seemed so stupid that she’d never noticed, when there’d been many signs pointing to that conclusion. How Adrien would always disappear during Akuma attacks. She’d always assumed he was just very good at finding hiding places, but thinking back, his excuses often seemed as questionable as her own. How Chat seemed to know the name of her classmates when they were akumatized, although he claimed not to know the Collège Françoise Dupond. How he was very quick to arrive there when it was the scene of an akumatisation. How, everytime she saved Adrien, Chat somehow failed to show up, or did so after she’d made sure the model was well protected. How, thinking about it, she’d never actually seen both Chat Noir and Adrien together in the same place. She’d seen someone wearing an opaque helmet and dressed like Adrien standing behind Chat Noir, but it really could have been any boy their age.

So Chat Noir was Adrien. And Adrien was Chat Noir. Which meant… 

Oh for Kwami’s sake. She stopped in her tracks and brought her hands to her face, trying very hard to control her breathing. She was tempted to detransform, so she could talk to Tikki instead of just monologue internally, but she also didn’t feel like walking home in her sundress under the rain. Her costume had the significant asset of being waterproof.

All the time she’d pursued the so-called love of her life by day, she’d been rejecting him by night. She screamed in frustration in her hands. How could she claim to know Adrien, when she hadn’t been able to recognise him when he’d been right by her side all along?

She’d have to step it up if she wanted the feeling of not deserving him that was emerging in her chest to fly away. She knew Chat Noir enough to know he wasn’t kidding around when he said the mask didn’t matter, that he loved her with or without it. Her heart fluttered at the thought that that had been Adrien speaking. He loved her. 

She smiled as she wrung the water out of her pigtails on her balcony. She still had a lot of things she’d have to figure out, like how she’d explain how drenched she was to her parents, and how on Earth she was going to face her partner tomorrow because… Well, surprise, surprise, if Chat Noir was Adrien, it meant she would be seeing him a lot sooner than she felt was enough to prepare their next encounter. 

Because although there was a chance that the fact Adrien was Chat Noir meant that she might be able to hold a normal conversation with him from now on, she didn’t completely trust herself to make the difference. Worse; there was a chance she’d start stammering every time she hung out with him, even as Chat Noir. Would she even be able to protect Paris in her love struck state? 

Boy did she have a long night of overthinking ahead of her.

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A couple of blocks away from her inner turmoil, Adrien was having the best dinner of his life. For once, he was perfectly content sitting in silence across from his father, eating food that was way too fancy and in portions too small to feed a growing boy. Where he normally would have tried to engage in small talk in yet another attempt to connect with the stern figure who sitting on the other side of the long dining table, tonight his thoughts were elsewhere. He’d even managed to ignore his father’s jab at his lack of punctuality, when he usually would have taken it personally.

He’d figured it out. On his own, without cheating. And it seemed like the best piece of news he’d received since… He tried to remember something that had made him feel this happy, internally jumping up and down, for want of physically doing so. He could think of two: his father letting him go to public school, and knowing he’d righted things with Marinette, that they would be friends. 

Marinette… His smile grew larger as he thought about his pigtailed friend. Lovely, kind, amazing Marinette. Thinking about it, it made so much sense that she was Ladybug. The only times his partner had failed to show up in a year had been when he’d helped Marinette with Evillustator, and when she’d been trapped by Weredad. No wonder Marinette was always hanging around close to where they had fought. And hadn’t he once called her their everyday Ladybug? He refrained from laughing at the irony, as his father was already giving him odd looks. He should have thought twice about his choice of words then; he’d really been onto something. Just like Clara Nightingale had been. He couldn’t believe how on point the singer had been. No wonder Marinette had been reticent to take the role, and had ended up finding a solution to avoid appearing in the video as Ladybug.

And if Marinette was Ladybug, no wonder he’d been so lucky at school; he’d had a living and breathing Lucky Charm sitting behind him all along! Not to mention the actual one he carried everywhere, which turned out to have been blessed by his Lady Luck herself.

But if Ladybug was Marinette, then it meant he’d been friendzoning her ever since their first real conversation. It was a word Nino used a lot, and Adrien had only recently discovered what it actually meant. He’d always felt quite curious about Marinette, who could go from a cute shy state to passionately and eloquently standing up for herself or her friends in a matter of seconds. Truth be told, he’d always admired her, and felt something indescifrable when it came to her. He’d been so convinced about his feelings for Ladybug -which still stood- that he’d never bothered untangling his relationship with the other bluenette in his life. 

She held a special place in his heart. If he compared her to his closest girl friends, he considered her to be closer than Alya, with whom he spent as much time, if he didn’t count their escapades as Ladybug and Chat Noir. There was something more, a sort of spark, which he guessed he’d sort of felt with Kagami when they’d first met. That had turned out to be a connection due to their similar lifestyles. His link with Marinette felt a lot deeper. Like the one he had with Chloé, despite having interacted a lot less with her and only having known her for a year.

Then again, she was Ladybug; they actually knew each other a lot better than they could have thought, both in and out of costume.

One thing he didn’t know about her, though, was who she liked. He raked his mind for any conversation with anyone that could give him the missing piece of information, but nothing particularly came to mind aside from the fact she liked a boy. It gave him a chance. He’d have to investigate the matter further to measure up the opposition. 

For now, though, he thought as he climbed the stairs to his room, he’d just enjoy knowing he’d spend a lot more time with her.

Boy, morning wouldn’t come soon enough.

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Ladynoir July Day 20 - Déjà Vu

She remembers but she can't say anything, she knows but she can't speak.

I'm not super happy with the coloring on this one, but it's whatever, I like the lineart a lot! It's like, there's parts that I really like abt it, but there's also parts that I'm like, uuughhh why did I mess that uuuup, y'know?

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[Image description:

Two images are painted in grayscale. The first is of Chat Noir as he sings “little kitty on a roof.” His posture is relaxed, as he sings with his eyes closed and with a smile.

The second painting is of Ladybug. She clutches her heart and is concerned as she hears him sing, “all alone without his lady.”

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