Summary: What if Silencer succeeded in finding out Ladybug’s identity after taking her voice away?
Will he be able to fight Marinette? Or will he carry on getting revenge against Bob Roth?
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A Price to Pay
Summary: Faced with the outcome of Ladybug dying in his arms, Adrien has to make a decision.
Too bad he forgot the consequences of a Wish.
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Miraculous: Endgame
Summary: Whilst relaxing around the Miracle Box, two young Guardians stumble upon a portal inside their home - it leads to...the destroyed Avengers facility?
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She’s Not Dead
Summary: After their joint-akumatisation, Adrien and Marinette are brought to the Watchtower as they rest.
The Justice League get to witness a side-effect of the miraculous during their stay.
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Scary? Scarecrows Aren’t, That’s For Sure
Summary: Hawk Moth's back at it again with akumatizing civilians, but this time in Gotham.
What happens when the infamous Scarecrow is akumatized? With the power to make a person's worst fear tangible?
What happens when Marinette is struck and is forced to see her Kitty dressed in white again?
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The Ice Prince And His Skater
Summary: Damian Wayne, or 'Ice Prince' if you ask some, is unknowingly in a relationship with the troublemaker Lady Ice - a girl on a mission to help Victor Fries nurse his wife back to health.
When he catches her skating on patrol in a makeshift ice rink, what else can he do but watch?
I absolutely LOVED your story Cracks Are All It Take To Shatter. It made me feel so many things for the situation Marinette was in and it left me smiling like some dork at the very end knowing that someone was there for her. So thank you! You and @hauntedwintersweets did amazing! I'm such a sap when it comes to Kagaminette!
Miraculous: Chat Blanc (Sequel to Heartstring) > Twenty-Four
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"You've managed to gather all necessary information from their phone call, I presume?"
"All of it, yes."
"A well done, Lady Wifi," a voice congratulated within the aforementioned akuma's head. The violet symbol hovering in front of their face glowed a harsher colour as it carried on, "Tell me, how accurate were my suspicions?"
"You're correct in Marinette and Luka dating, it's as clear as day. I looked through Chloe Bourgeois' phone messages to confirm it."
Hawk Moth was silent for a moment, before a sinister grin overtook his features. With a note of pride in his tone, he spoke, "Good... and of my- other suspicion?"
"I've never seen a person more lovesick than that Kagami with Marinette," Alya spat. "It's honestly some sort of miracle that Marinette hasn't caught on to her feelings yet."
"That indeed, though it does work in my favour."
A smirk stretched upon Lady Wifi's face. "How so?"
"All will be revealed in due time, dear akuma. Though for now, I believe this will be your last ever akumatization - lest a time comes when you become compulsory to call upon."
Alya felt an enraged gasp escape her throat. "What! Why?" she cried, shooting up from her crouched position atop a metal beam that reached a dozen metres high. Barely-concealed rage began to flow through her veins; the only thing preventing it from bursting out was how tight she was clenching her fists in restraint.
"You've simply lived out your purpose, Lady Wifi. That is all," Hawk Moth replied dismissively, as if she were a mere puppet being abandoned and cut loose from its strings. "And, of course, adding in the fact that you've been a tad bit too cruel with my son, as of late."
"Son? What are you-"
"Farewell, Lady Wifi. It was a pleasure working with you."
The only evidence left of their interaction ever happening was the pure white butterfly broken free from his control, and left to float and wander in the ever-darkening Parisian night sky.
~*~*~
"Nathalie?" Gabriel Agreste called. "Clear my schedule. It seems a perfect opportunity has risen to finally get our hands Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculous once again."
"Of course, sir," his assistant agreed with a nod. She made a move to walk away, yet a sudden afterthought struck her. Glancing back with a secretive stare, she quizzed, "Might I assume it will involve the Peacock miraculous this time?"
"Correct you are, Nathalie. After all, no anger is more ferocious than that of a raging dragon. It would make for the perfect sentimonster alongside an akuma, would it not?"
Miraculous: Chat Blanc (Sequel to Heartstring) > Twenty-Three
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The breeze atop the Eiffel Tower was mild, to put it best. Neither too cold nor too harsh; yet it still shifted the blond locks upon Adrien's head. His cheeks held a slight flush, though it was unseen with the onyx mask covering the upper half of his face.
"The sky looks beautiful, doesn't it?" Luka asked hushedly.
The hero's emerald eyes gazed upwards, admiring the sky that was beginning to gain an orange hue. Sunset was due to come soon. Curious sparkles lit up his irises when he spotted a dozen or so stars beginning to pop into existence above them both. However, they also seemed to break him out of his stupor, and with a quiet sigh, he shifted to turn to Luka.
Only for the teen to already be staring at him.
Luka chuckled in a light-hearted manner at the surprise that morphed into his expression. Then, with a smile still dancing across his lips, questioned, "You're probably wondering how exactly a relationship would work between us all, right?"
Chat nodded. Coursing through his body was a dash of anxiousness as he replied, "It's just... I've never been in a relationship with anyone before, never mind with two people. It's kinda- worrying to know I have to take two people into account to l-love at the same time." Those last few words were spoken in a whisper.
"Chat Noir, don't feel like we have to rush anything," his friend assured. "You're probably most nervous about being placed straight into mine and Marinette's existing relationship, right? Well, it isn't a relationship yet - officially, anyway - and... relationships have to be built on love and trust between one another. I'm afraid that me and you... we haven't known each other long enough to even think about being with each other romantically."
Once again, he nodded in agreement, and silence relapsed once more. During this, Chat placed a clawed hand beneath his chin, pondering what had just been told to him. He tilted his head, and his cat ears flicked in accordance with the action.
"Marinette's told me about your time together, y'know," Luka suddenly said, softly smiling with closed eyes. "Even before we started dating. The best part about those talks was listening to her heart's tune when she spoke about you. It sounded so... cheerful, so flowing. It's hard to put into words but- it sounded a little like this."
He smoothly placed the guitar previously attached to his back in his lap. With a few experimental strums at its strings, and a quick twist of some tuning knobs, he glanced up and asked, "May I?"
Chat nodded; his whole being full of intrigue.
And so he began to play.
At first, the music was dull - monotonous in nature and lacking the usual zing (as Chat could best describe it) that music usually held. But then, in a moment's notice, it had changed completely. Slow strums were replaced by cheerful ones, and the notes overall became higher in pitch and volume. Sprinkled throughout the symphony were slight hiccups and stumbles, and yet they were all a key component to it all in the first place.
It was all at once that Chat realised; this was Marinette.
Those stumbles were representative of her clumsiness - out of nowhere but still endearing in his eyes. The happiness laced throughout the tune sent the mental images of her joyous expressions rushing across his mind. The highs and the lows, the dull and the bright. Everything of what Luka was playing practically radiated Marinette. It matched her essence perfectly.
When the music ended a minute or so later, Adrien still had to wait a few seconds to catch his lost breath before speaking. "It's... beautiful."
"That's what I thought too," Luka mused, and with an almost teasing smile sent the blond's way, he carried on, "But recently, I heard a tune that's even prettier."
"Really?"
Luka gazed back down to the guitar he held. He shifted it in his grip, allowing for his fingertips to rest on different parts of the strings to play an alternative synaesthesia. Then, he started to play again, but not without one last subtle glance to his companion.
It was the same rhythm, Chat pondered, and the same tune altogether. However, this time there were dozens more notes. They were there constantly - allowing for no breaks on Luka's part as he concentrated steadily on how he plucked his instrument's strings. There were notes in harmony, notes out-of-sync, but they always managed to catch up with each other.
It was hard for the hero to pin exactly who's synaesthesia it was. Part of it was Marinette's no doubt, but also Luka's, too, he was fairly certain. But then, for several fleeting moments he could swear there were a few melodies that caused a pang within his own heart. As if they resonated with his own emotions.
At some point, he had begun to rest his mind of any thoughts. All that was left was the heart song that Luka plucked with his guitar strings, filling his ears with music that soothed any worries he had been anxious about.
He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, listening to it slowly fade away as if it had become a mere whisper in the wind blowing against him. Then, and only then, did he awe at last, "Who... who's tune was that?"
"That was mine, yours and Marinette's during our picnic," the bluenette answered. "Isn't it perfect?"
Adrien found himself speechless. Although he had an inkling of that fact, the response still surprised him enough to send light pink flushing across his cheeks. Breathless, all he could say was a soft, "Yeah..."
"We all make great music together, don't you think?" Luka teased, a sense of victory turning his lips upward when witnessing how Chat stuttered and blushed even more. He laughed lightly, earnestly commenting through chuckles, "S-Sorry, I didn't expect that. I t-thought that all of your flirting with Ladybug would have made you i-immune to it!"
They were both laughing now - sharing the same amount of amusement and happiness as they beamed brightly. Even when everything settled down they still did the same thing, which was gazing in admiration at the sky stretched out above.
By now it was tinged colours of orange, violet and navy blue. Any clouds that had been there before had almost completely disappeared out of sight. Replacing them was an inky void holding the moon and the stars, of which were starting to become visible and twinkling brightly in the night.
"What I think, if you're okay with it, is that... I'd like to get to know you better, Chat Noir," Luka voiced with a hint of hesitance, although that didn't halt his subtle movement to get a little distance closer to his friend.
A sudden concern struck Adrien's mind. He quizzed, "Even after- even after everything I did when I was a-akumatized?"
At his question, the older teen gained a sad expression. "What happens when you're akumatized doesn't define you at all," he reassured. "I should know... the things I did on Hawk Moth's command as Silencer and Heartstring? I wouldn't even dream of doing anything like that now."
Unwarranted, Chat felt his heart beat faster. It was as if his inner troubles were melting away, at the same rate that his cheeks were heating up quicker than before.
"So, what are your thoughts? Are you okay with getting to know each other better?"
The answer was stuck at the very tip of his tongue. Tangled with his ever-growing nerves as he struggled to slip the one word out of his mouth. For a few seconds, it was silent. But then, at long last, he finally managed to whisper out, "Yes."
"That's good to hear," Luka deliberated. "I can't wait to get closer to the saviour of Paris, then."
The blond's breath was taken away once again. In an attempt to yank it back within him, he inhaled deeply, bundling up his nerves into one small ball. Then, in a split-second decision, he leaned forward. His head made contact with Luka's shoulder, covered in a thick jacket - there, he forced his muscles to relax, taking in the warmth he was confronted with.
"Y-You're really cool, Luka."
An arm wrapped around his own shoulder. The form next to him rumbled with the movement of their vocal cords, as they responded softly, "So are you."
The sky above the couple was completely black now - save for the multitude of stars and planets scattered about to form constellations of myths and legend. The moon was a full one; smiling down at them with rays of dull light serving to illuminate their surroundings.
Though, despite the unusual brightness, Chat could feel the phantom grip of tiredness clutching at the edges of his vision. The combined sense of warmth overflowing his mind, heart and muscles was for once becoming too comfortable to feasibly ignore. He attempted to rid of his exhaustion through speaking, but his words soon drifted off into a yawn.
"Y'know, our combined melody it- it feels likes something is missing from it."
Eyes drooping, Adrien mumbled, "R-Really?"
"Hey now, don't fall asleep," Luka chided softly. "Marinette and I won't be able to get you home if you do."
"Which is precisely why we're having a sleepover tonight."
Marinette popped out from the beam of metal she had been hiding behind, successfully surprising the duo as a knowing smirk was stretched out along her cheeks. She stepped forward towards them - keeping in mind how loud her flats echoed in the hush atmosphere - and proceeded to kneel down.
With a quick ruffle of their heads of hair, she continued, "If you can come, of course."
At the sure nod she received from Luka, she grinned gratefully. Though strangely enough, an answer from Chat was non-existent. Her bluebell eyes gazed over his slumped form - snoring the slightest bit and completely oblivious to its surroundings; or the two teens admiring him in silent awe.
The girl giggled, "I'll take that as a yes, then."
Lifting up a hand, she scratched softly at his scalp, whilst at the same time petting his black cat ears in a caring manner. The purrs Chat Noir let out were low, as he unconsciously leaned into her touches in a search for more affection.
"I'm guessing those WikiHow pages you looked up this morning were really helpful, huh?" Marinette mused, a teasing twinkle in her eye. Still resuming her caresses of Chat's blond tresses, she laughed, "I even heard you quoting some of the stuff on them."
"M-Melody!"
Giggles tinkled like bells in the silent night, which seemed to only include the three of them in their little bubble of happiness. She coughed to gain a sense of seriousness, then asked, "What do you say we get Chaton back to the bakery? Maybe watch a movie when we get back?"
"Yeah," Luka replied, smiling with closed eyes. "That sounds great."
Miraculous: Chat Blanc (Sequel to Heartstring) > Twenty-Two
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"Say, Chat... are you that excited?"
Chat Noir couldn't help but act out his habit of scratching at the back of his neck. "Is it that easy to tell?" he questioned with a hint of worry.
Ladybug let out an amused hum in response, indicating affirmance. Gracing her features was a soft smile; unseen by him due to the opaque strip of cloth currently hindering his vision.
"It is exciting, but..." He sighed. "...maybe a little nerve-wracking as well, to say the least."
Setting a soothing hand upon his shoulder, his partner promised, "Hey, there's no need to be nervous. I already told you, as long as you're only together in hidden places, Hawk Moth won't be able to use them against you. Besides, I could always cast an illusion to-"
"No, no! I'm not worried about that!" Adrien reassured, despite a split-second thought of worry flashing through his mind at her words. "Well, maybe a little bit, b-but I'm just... what if this whole thing doesn't go well? What if Marinette and Luka realise that they don't want me to be in any part of their relationship?"
Unprompted, a slight, sympathetic gasp escaped Ladybug's lips. "Oh, Kitty... is that what this is all about?"
She placed a hand atop of his head - ruffling the blond locks there for a few seconds.
She spoke on, "Trust me, you don't need to be worried in the slightest. I've met Luka and Marinette before, and I'm sure they won't reject you just like that. Even if they did, it'd be stupid on their behalf." Her voice lowered to a whisper, as if to hide her next sentence of, "If you ask me, I think you're the best partner a hero could ever ask for - no exceptions. They'd be missing out for sure."
There was reigning silence for several moments. Then, the upturning of Chat's lips. "Thanks, LB."
"No problem, Chaton."
It was then that the faint sound of footsteps reached both of their ears, seeming to be slowly walking up stairs and towards them. Ladybug reacted with a soft gasp of, "Oh! That's my cue!"
Her voice suddenly became closer to where he was stood. "I'll leave you to it, Chat. Make sure to have a good time!" she bid. "Go get 'em, Tiger." Those parting words were emphasised by a teasing pat to his left shoulder, causing a chuckle to bubble up within his chest.
His false cat ears twitched as the zing! of her iconic yo-yo string resounded nearby, then flicked to the side as they sensed incoming footsteps once again. They lasted for a few seconds more - around ten - but all at once halted right behind his figure. He fought off the urge to turn around.
Instead, his breath caught in his throat when nimble fingers began to unknot the blindfold wrapped around his head, gently and with care. They soon allowed for the cloth to drop, resting around the hollow of his neck.
Almost hesitantly, Chat Noir opened his eyes. His breath was taken away all at once.
Everything was so...familiar.
Chartreuse sclera blinked slowly in a cat-like manner. They glanced about in a curious haze, met with the sight of pink, white and orange petals scattered about the ground everywhere. Colourful candles lined the railings (of what he realised to be the Eiffel Tower's) surrounding him - lit with small, glowing flames.
The scent of flowers and faint smoke invaded his nostrils, and Chat allowed himself to grin from the imagery of gardens, grass and fields that he gained from it. There was also a strong aroma of flour, of bread, and as he glanced down he saw several baby pink boxes stacked together and all labelled with cursive Ms. They were from Marinette's parents' bakery.
It wasn't only the pastries that were familiar, but the sight as a whole. He could remember it clearly - from when André the ice-cream man had been akumatized months ago - and when he had invited Marinette in place of Ladybug on their intended 'date'. Yet, he pondered in confusion, the scene seemed somehow more familiar; more recent than even that.
However, his train of thought was suddenly halted by a light and airy voice from nearby. "Chat Noir?" it called, hushedly so as to not shock him a great deal.
He turned to its source.
Marinette met his wide-eyed gaze with a gentle smile. She was bundled up within a thick grey coat, that's hood rose up to her nose and surrounded it in warm, fluffy fur. It almost appeared to be hiding her within it - keeping her freckled face a secret from prying people. Around her neck was a pair of rouge earmuffs, presumably having been used to keep warm with the moderate breeze blowing atop the Eiffel Tower's highest balconies.
Beside Marinette, almost a head taller than her, was Luka - also adorning a coat to fend off the biting cold. In contrast, however, his denim coat was the ideal size for his form, fitting him perfectly and looking the exact same to his usual jacket; if it weren't for the unusual thickness of this particular one.
A kind smile was on Luka's face. Somehow, it was this that made his cheeks flush redder and hotter than they already were. Chat cleared his throat, managing to choke out a surprised, "H-Hi."
The duo both chuckled - their chests, or coats, shaking with the movement.
"Hello, Chat Noir."
"Hi, Chaton!"
It was quiet for an extended period of time, but then the designer's expression burst into realisation. "W-Well!" she exclaimed, kneeling down to flatten out one corner of the crimson picnic blanket that they were stood beside. "L-Let's get this picnic - or should I say date - started, shall we?"
The boys present nodded, both with equal blushes at the sudden surge of confidence that she had gotten. A few words were exchanged before they all sat down around the feast laid out in front of them. There were fruits, tarts, biscuits, and pastries galore. Chat's mouth began to water at the mere sight of them.
"Don't just stare!" Marinette giggled. "Eat up, c'mon!"
That he did.
The next hour or so consisted of pleasant conversation spoken between the three, through savouring bites of both butter and bread. The flavours simply melted upon Chat Noir's tongue; blending together to create an addicting and superfluous mixture of taste and texture. It was as if the last sixty minutes had passed in a beautiful haze, from his point of view.
"Phish if sho deficiousshh..." he sighed dreamily, his mouth stuffed with a grand record of twelve macaroons and a croissant or two. His eyes were almost sparkling with unshed tears of happiness.
"Feel free to keep the food, Kitty," Marinette offered, fondness in her tone. "I can tell you like them - me and Luka baked them all earlier today using the bakery's ovens for you. Here, take some for when you're back home."
"But... I couldn't possibly-"
"No. Buts."
She proceeded to gather a sizable collection of snacks (macaroons, croissants, and platelets of cheese, strangely enough) and place them neatly within one of the largest boxes at the picnic blanket. She shoved the box into his chest, and with a soft pat to his tummy, reasoned, "If you have so much now, you'll end up getting a stomach ache. Ask Chloe, she knows that from experience."
Throughout the whole span of the date, it had become obvious that Luka and Marinette had gradually begun to migrate towards Chat, from the opposite end of the blanket to his sides. Thus, it was easy for the bluenette to have reached over to poke at his suit - though it still caused him to blink twice, startled.
He glanced up to meet their kind eyes. Almost without thought, he started to say, "Thank you guys for inviting me on your date. T-This is actually the first official one I've been on, I can see why people go on them so often."
"Our date," Marinette lightly corrected, gesturing to all of them. "And we should be the ones thanking you instead for coming here in the first place."
Luka nodded in agreement. "Yeah. We were quite worried you wouldn't agree to it." He smiled down at Chat, carrying on gently, "I'm so glad you did."
Light pink dusted Adrien's features. He stuttered out, "A-About us..."
'Miraculous, porte-bonheur, lady magique et lady chance!'
"Ah!" Marinette yelped in surprise. In a swift movement to stop the blaring music from her phone, she pulled it out of one of her coat's pockets and took a glimpse at its screen. At the name displayed, an instantaneous blush flared across her cheeks. "It's K-Kagami! I better answer this before she becomes worried o-or anything. I'll be back in a bit."
She uncrossed her legs on the floor and stood up. With a click, she answered Kagami's phone call, whilst strolling away from where the duo was sat. That led to the both of them alone together.
Chat Noir glanced about awkwardly, nerves beginning to claw their way into him like those of a vulture. He pursed his lips, curling his body up the slightest bit so as to hide his anxious expression. There were dozens of thoughts beginning to plague his mind, shooting through it at a neck-breaking speed, however, Luka's voice succeeded in distracting him from them.
"I think I might know what you wanted to talk about just now," he rumbled with a knowing smile. He stood up in one fluid motion, slinging the guitar case that he had brought over his shoulder as he did so. "Come with me so we can together?"
A quick glance was given to Marinette's preoccupied figure a few feet away. Adrien nodded, though not without a second of hesitation. Straight away, Luka held out a hand for him to take, meeting his green eyes with kind eyes.
Fiery red burned his cheeks. Chat accepted the hand, and gripped it tightly as he pulled for enough leverage to stand up. The two proceeded to walk together with their fingers intertwined, seeking a better place for conversation.
The whole while, they were both silent in mutual understanding.
~*~*~
I feel like I gave Marinette the same personality as Xiangling-
There's no way Chat isn't going to get akumatized by the end of the season. Everything's adding up too well for it to happen, especially with Rocketear.
The parallels between Nino and Alya's relationship and LadyNoir sort of cement it.
Nino gets akumatized over a misunderstanding, but by the end of it, he and Alya are able to talk it out and become close again.
However, LadyNoir don't have that luxury. If Chat does get akumatized, probably into a version of Chat Blanc, I'd be preparing for lots of angst and feels 😕.
AKJHAFH YOUR FICS ARE AMAZING I LOVE THEM ALL,I USED UP MY POST LIMIT SO I COULDN'T REBLOG ANYTHING BUT I JUST WANNA SAY YOU'RE AMAZING AND I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL,SORRY FOR BOTHERING YOUR WRITING IS REALLY GREAT THO,G'NIGHT!
Hi! Yeah, I'm doing pretty well! 😁 I'm so sorry for my long hiatus, it's just that I feel like I can't finish my Maribat works in a good enough way since I'm not really as in to it as I was before. I still like Maribat, it's just I don't have the right...mindset? I guess?
I do have what will happen in all three of my stories planned out. Gotham's Own Ladybug's ending has been planned in events and so has the rest of A Miniature Meeting With Multimouse. The Heartstring and Chat Blanc series is meant to also have another sequel to it as well.
After defeating Hawkmoth, Marinette and Adrien accidentally reveal their identities to the public. Adrien, of course, proven innocent. In honor of their young heroes, they made a series of realistic animations based on akuma attacks that had happened.
Mar'i Grayson adores them. Naturally, when her parents take her to meet the actual heroes she can't help but ask questions…
(Class didn’t fall for Lila’s lies but tries to befriend her anyway.)
New collab fic! I'm collecting people who wants to be tagged for this. Just reply to this post if you do.
Class sugar, lila salt
Idea is not mine, credits go to @miraculous786 for this idea.
okay semi Adrien salt prompt with a dash of Mari/Jess/Aeon nblw fluff
Adrien refuses to become Chat Noir again and Aeon takes the Cat for herself and turns into a cybernetic cat with those techy cat ears (like the ones on these headphones)
and then jess and aeon decide to take an exchange to paris to fight hawk moth with their miraculouses
bonus points: aeon doesn’t get fuckin whitewashed bc it’s the miraculous of the black cat, and marinette gets some female friends who aren’t constantly trying to set her up with adrien because she has actually, unironically, seriously moved on
Cursed question: what if Lila was Marinette from the future and she is doing all this to get closer to Hawkmoth in order to bring him down. And the whole volpina thing was so she has a 'fake' fox necklace because she needs Trixx to keep her looking different. And all the bullying of herself is because she remembers it happening so has to keep doing it?
I-I love this?! 🤗🤗
This is r/blursed to say the least, and something I would love to see! I can imagine canon Marinette doing this in order to find out why Gabriel would be wanting the miraculous in the first place and see if Adrien has anything to do with it.
The reason she’s so clingy as Lila could be because Adrien is dead in the future - killed by Hawk Moth - and she is unconsciously grabbing onto him whilst also not realising how hard she is trying to be impressive. This could be a case of salt against Marinette, maybe Adrien was with Kagami before he died, or unintentional trauma making her try her best to keep as close as she can to her partner.
Of course, she could just be in ‘Ladybug-Mode’ and investigating the machinations of Gabriel and Nathalie with a fox-like personality, but who doesn’t want a bit of angst to spice things up? 😉
Notes: Yes, Marin is based off of Todoroki. :D He is best boi.
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"Isn't this perfect, my King?" Lila Rossi drawled, her tone laced with pure sweetness and sugar. She lifted a finger to an arm of the male beside her, and trailed circles on it. They were slow and precise, giving off the impression that they were meaningful in a sense.
Marin didn't provide a verbal reply. He simply nodded, his locks - midnight on one half and red on the other - shaking with the movement. His scalp was a line of white, that separated the two colours down the middle of his head.
A faint wind blew across the horizon, breezing past the two figures and ruffling their gowns of velvet and gold. The cloak draped over Fashion King's shoulders hiked up the slightest bit, allowing passersby to catch a glint of the black spots plastered on the inside of it.
Footsteps resounded behind. They turned in unison, only to be met with the sight of a teen dressed in charcoal black leather. Chat Noir panted, his chest heaving as he shortened his baton and held it out as a means of defence.
Lila, Fashion Queen, allowed a cackle to pierce the silent atmosphere surrounding them all. She took a confident step forward, making Adrien move back in accordance and flick his emerald eyes about whilst doing so.
"Well, if it isn't the little sidekick to Red Beetle," she spat out, venom infused within her words. "It's been a while since we've last seen each other."
The blond's expression morphed into that of an angered soul. He commanded, "What did you do to Marin, Lila? There was no need to bring him into this. This is between you and me, and it doesn't concern him in the slightest."
"It should be obvious. What's a queen without her king? A weak akuma, that's what. Thanks to Hawk Moth, I'll finally be able to destroy you pathetic excuses for heroes, and with a ruler by my side."
Chat Noir grit his teeth. Restrained anger radiated off of him in waves, only helped by his tense muscles and glinting fangs. He turned to Marin, disregarding his primary enemy and instead pleading, "Prince, please. Try and break free from the akuma, I know you wouldn't want any of this!"
"It's no use," the nearby Italian cut in. A smirk danced on her lips, that were partly hidden by a pair of elegant brown curls draping down to her chin.
He felt a growl start up at the back of his throat. Without much thinking, nimble fingers split his staff into two, then positioned them offensively. "I will save you from her, Marin," he whispered.
Said male felt his mismatched pupils widen. One of them - that was surrounded by patches of dull black as if to represent a ladybird - held a spark of warmth, though it was snuffed out as soon as Lila began to speak again.
"We'll see if you can," he intoned, his voice rich with monotony and robotic essence.
None noticed the scarlet kwami watching from off to the side, tears pooling in her eyes as her holder charged forward with hurtful intent in mind. Tikki scanned about, goal vague until she narrowed her focus on a flash of familiar studs, settled within Marin's earlobes.
"Something tells me we're going to need those..." she breathed.
~*~*~
Violet bubbles of magic cascaded down a girl's form in ripples, revealing an orange jacket and spotted dress to the outside world. She let out a groan on instinct, feeling her numb body regain feeling as she slowly tilted her head up to peer about. What greeted her was the sight of metal beams from the Eiffel Tower, along with paved tarmac beneath her knees.
"Lila Rossi, you're under arrest for acts of treason and aiding a national terrorist on Parisian grounds," someone droned from out of the blue nearby. A pair of large hands encased her wrists, which were soon replaced by cold metal cuffs.
She screeched - her vocals cords burning from the strain of the sudden act - yet it didn't stop the red-haired officer in navy from pushing her over to a police cruiser, parked off to the side from where she'd first come to her senses.
Cameras flashed about in clusters.
"Prince..."
Mister Bug exhaled a relieved sigh from chapped lips. However, he soon lathered them in saliva again, if only to quell his nerves. The head he cradled to his chest was loose and hanging, left without a single muscle to keep it up.
He glanced to the teenager crouched in front of him. "Thanks for the help, Luka," he said, soft to assure that his partner did not wake up from his exhausted slumber.
"It was no problem," the musician assured, just as gently whilst he reached to card a hand through the tresses of Marin's raven fringe. "I hope he's okay..."
Adrien nodded in agreement, though his determined features soon shifted into a mix of jealousy and suspicion as he looked between Luka's flushed cheeks and dazed expression aimed at Marin.
"Say...you two wouldn't happen to be together, would you...?"
The only evidence of shock from the other boy was the widening of his eyes, but they soon returned to their normal size as he scratched the nape of his neck out of nervousness. "No, we're not," he denied, a tinge of longing in his spoken syllables.
Mister Bug rose a doubting brow, yet his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a nickname murmured against the surface of his chest. "Kitty..." Marin had said, though it was hard to tell when he was muffled by his red plate of impenetrable armour.
The ladybug hero felt his skin flare with a shade of hot pink. The wave of warmth that had descended upon his heart was overwhelming, sending mixed signals and haywire emotions around within his skull. He stood abruptly, ignoring the press behind him as he pulled his crush's figure closer to his torso (in an almost possessive manner).
"I'll be taking my Prince home now, and again: thank you for helping me bring him back." He confessed, "I don't think I'll ever forget having to fight him today."
Luka rose to meet his level of height. "Tell Marin I'm glad he's okay," he whispered, smiling with creases at the edges of his eyes. "And that I hope he's able to get his energy back soon."
"I will," Mister Bug agreed, determination surging through his veins. He took out the yo-yo settled at his hip, and spun it in vigorous rotations before turning around. One last wish kept his goal concrete as he tugged and soared across the horizon like his namesake.
You'll be safe with me, M'Lord. I promise.
~*~*~
Virgin Media Wi-Fi SUCKS and I was about to make this post on my computer last night before it suddenly went off. I'm using data on my phone right now to make this, so sorry if it looks or seems different. I won't be able to update my masterlist yet with this work linked either.
It has been going on and off since Friday, and it's still not on now -_-.
Hey how are you, it's been a moment you didn't posted or reblogged so i'm a bit worry ?
Daaaawww 🥺🥺 you have no idea how happy this made me.
School just started this week and so I'm trying to get back into the flow of it all right now. I'm working on a part two to the request I did of an akumatized Marin and Lila together.
I've also almost got I'd say...3/4 of the Hades and Persephone AU written out as well. Sorry about me not posting recently! 😅😅
Love you! 💕💕 And everyone else here!
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