summary: your secret make out session with your superhero boyfriend gets cut short due to an akuma attack...
tags: secret relationship, secret make out session, clingy!reader, wholesome fluff, bits of angst (chat having to leave too soon)
“please don't stop… don't go yet!”
you were clinging onto your boyfriend, who had just pulled away from your lips after a few minutes of making out. the only few minutes of the day you even got to be with him!
“i have to. you know that…”
it pained chat to leave you already. he just got to see you again, when time was already up again. you both knew it would be like this. secretly dating a superhero wouldn't be easy. but every time you had to say goodbye hurt.
“just one more minute…”
you tried to bargain with chat, but he had to keep strong. he wanted to spend all the time in the world with you, but he knew he had to go again.
“i promise you, i'll make it up to you!”
he pressed a quick kiss onto your lips, before hopping out of the alley you two were hiding in, leaving you wondering when you got to see him again…
Summary: In an alternate take on the Miraculous Ladybug universe, an outsider wakes up in Marinette's world and steals her fate as Ladybug, determined to claim the life and destiny that wasn’t hers. With manipulative cunning, the reader becomes Paris’ celebrated heroine, earning Adrien’s love and the world’s admiration while ensuring Marinette never steps into the role of Ladybug across all timelines.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️
Gaslighting and manipulation, Villainous protagonist, Bittersweet outcomes,and Character alteration and reimagination.
Word Count: 3,718
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You never expected to wake up in Paris—not the Paris you knew, but a version straight out of a TV screen. The last thing you remembered was falling asleep after yet another late-night binge of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir, grumbling about how Marinette didn’t deserve the Miraculous of the Ladybug. She was clumsy, obsessive, and a borderline stalker when it came to Adrien.
“She doesn’t deserve it,” you’d mutter to yourself, turning off the screen. “I could do so much better.”
When you woke up, everything felt… different.
You weren’t in your bed, in your small, cozy apartment back in your real life. Instead, you were in a room you didn’t recognize, adorned with pictures of a family you’d never seen before. The soft morning light seeped through lacy curtains, and outside, the faint sound of Parisian streets hummed. Paris.
No. It couldn’t be.
You bolted upright, scanning the room. It was utterly surreal, yet painfully familiar. The pictures of the Eiffel Tower, the smell of croissants wafting through the house—this was Paris. But it wasn’t your Paris. It was the Paris of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir.
You stumbled to the mirror, half-expecting to see your usual face. But no, it was still you, albeit… younger. A moment of panic set in, but the surreal reality quickly overtook it. Somehow, impossibly, you were in the Miraculous universe. And if you were here, you knew exactly what was going to happen next.
Your initial excitement quickly morphed into envy. Marinette, in all her awkwardness, was destined to become the heroine, to wield the Ladybug Miraculous and save Paris. But why? You were smarter, more decisive, and less distracted. If anyone deserved that kind of power, it was you.
And then you realized—you could take it.
The memory of the Origins episode was fresh in your mind. Master Fu would soon be in trouble, and Marinette was supposed to save him. But if you acted first, you could claim the Miraculous and rewrite destiny itself.
The plan was simple: stay close to Marinette, wait for the right moment, and steal her fate.
That morning, your new parents—kind strangers who felt oddly warm—called you down to breakfast. They smiled as though you’d always been their child, and while it was disconcerting, you played along. Over croissants and jam, your mother handed you a small box of mooncake. “For your first day at your new school,” she said with a smile.
You nodded, murmuring your thanks. But your mind was already racing. You knew the plot. You knew what today would bring. You were determined to take the chance Marinette was supposed to have. After all, why not? If fate had given you this opportunity, then wasn’t it meant to be yours?
The streets of Paris were just as lively as you imagined, the sights both foreign and familiar. You approached the school with your cookies in hand, keeping an eye out for the key moment.
At the crosswalk, you saw him: Master Fu, the elderly guardian of the Miraculouses, hobbling across the street. You watched from a distance, your heart pounding as you spotted the scene unfolding. This was the moment. This was where Marinette was supposed to step in.
But not today.
You ran forward, reaching him just in time. “Sir, watch out!” you shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling him to safety. The car whizzed by, the driver honking angrily.
Master Fu looked up at you with a warm, grateful smile. “Thank you, young lady. That was very brave of you.”
You smiled warmly, masking your inner glee. “It was nothing, sir. Are you okay?”
He nodded, adjusting his cane. He wobbled precariously, and you helped steady him. “Here, let me help you,” you said, guiding him to the sidewalk.
“That’s very kind of you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude.
You noticed Marinette standing a few steps away, her box of macarons clutched tightly. She had seen the whole thing, but she hadn’t had a chance to act. You shot her a quick glance, a small smirk playing on your lips.
Would you like one of these?” you asked, pulling a mooncake from the box and handing it to Master Fu.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it with a smile. “You’re a very thoughtful young lady.”
Marinette hesitated, her eyes darting between you and Master Fu. “Um… I was going to—”
“Oh, were you?” you interrupted, feigning surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
Marinette frowned but didn’t respond. She tightened her grip on her macarons and walked away, her excitement from earlier dimmed.
As you made your way to school, a flicker of guilt passed through you. You now destroy Marinette’s chance to be Ladybug. No. You stole her chance to be Ladybug. But she didn’t need to be Ladybug. You were here now, and you would be better.
The classroom buzzed with energy as you entered. Marinette Dupain-Cheng sat near the front, she stares at you but quickly looks away. It's obvious she didn’t like you when a frown curved her mouth. You didn’t care, you're not here to be friends with her anyways. You took a seat a few rows away, watching as the class dynamics played out like clockwork: Chloé Bourgeois asserting her dominance, and Alya standing up for Marinette, But your focus was elsewhere. Your mind was on what would come later.
Later that day, the akuma attack on Stoneheart interrupted class. You feigned fear like everyone else, though inside, you were buzzing with anticipation. This was how the story began.
Because of what happened, school was suspended, sending every student back to the safety of their homes. You returned home to find a small ornate box on your desk. You opened it with trembling hands, revealing the Ladybug Miraculous. Tikki appeared, her tiny figure glowing with excitement.
You fake shout in surprise, asking what she is.
“Hello! I’m Tikki, your kwami. And Y/N, you’ve been chosen to wield the Ladybug Miraculous and protect Paris!”
You feigned shock, though inwardly you were thrilled. “Me? Are you sure? I’m just… I don’t know if I can do this.”
Tikki’s eyes sparkled. “You can. I believe in you. You have the courage and heart to protect Paris! Just wear the earring and say the phrase: Spots On!”
Meanwhile, Marinette couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Her first day had started with such promise, but it had ended with a strange, gnawing emptiness.
She vented to Alya the next day. “It’s just… that girl, she swooped in and saved that man. I wanted to help, but she just… took over.”
Alya raised an eyebrow. “You mean Y/N? I don’t know her that well, but she seemed nice enough. Maybe you’re just thinking too much about it, Marinette.”
Marinette frowned. “Maybe…”
But the doubt lingered.
The battle against Stoneheart played out just as you had anticipated, though with one key difference: you were in control and you already knew what to do. With the help of Chat Noir, you used your Lucky Charm to defeat the villain and purify the akuma, restoring Ivan to normal.
The people of Paris cheered as you stood victorious. You had done it. You were Ladybug.
Days turned into weeks, and you quickly became the perfect hero Paris needed. You saved the city countless times, each victory cementing your role as its protector. Fighting alongside Chat Noir was exhilarating. The people adored you, showering you with praise and gratitude.
But Marinette hated you. She didn’t hide it, either. She avoided you at school, her glares sharp enough to cut glass whenever you crossed paths.
You returned the sentiment. Marinette’s bitterness annoys you to no end.
“I know you’re hiding something!! You’re not what they say you are!” Marinette snapped one day after school. “I know it!! You stole something from me!!
You smirked, leaning against a wall. “I don’t know what you're talking about Marinette, you can’t just convict me without evidence~ who knows I might slip and suddenly post this to the internet~” You said whilst holding a phone with evidence of Marinette stalking adrien.
Her face turned a lot more pale than it already was, her hands balled into fists, but she said nothing, storming off.
Despite your animosity, you excelled as Ladybug. Every akuma was defeated swiftly, every crisis averted. You were meticulous, calculating, and unyielding. Where Marinette would have hesitated, you acted decisively.
Paris flourished under your protection, and even Chat Noir—still oblivious to your identity—admired your skill and determination.
“You’re amazing, Ladybug,” Chat said one night after a battle. “I can’t imagine anyone else doing what you do.”
You smiled, leaning casually against a rooftop ledge. “Thanks, Chat. It’s nice to hear that.”
But deep down, you knew the truth. You hadn’t just stolen Marinette’s fate—you’d rewritten it entirely. And while guilt occasionally gnawed at you, the adoration of Paris drowned it out.
This was your destiny now, and you wouldn’t let anyone take it from you.
Marinette remained an ordinary girl, but something in her seemed to shift. She began to grow more suspicious of you, plagued by dreams where she was Ladybug.
The dreams started weeks later. Marinette woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding. In her dreams, she was Ladybug—fighting akumas, swinging through the city, standing beside Chat Noir.
“I am Ladybug..”
But when she woke up, reality hit her like a brick wall. That wasn’t her life. It was yours.
“No!! I am supposed to be Ladybug!!”
Confused and angry, she cornered you one day after class, eyes blazing with determination. “I know,” she said, her voice trembling with anger. “I know I was supposed to be Ladybug.”
You tilted your head, a cold smile playing on your lips. “Oh? And what makes you think that?”
“It feels real,” she insisted. “Like it’s a memory, not just a dream. No. I know it's real!! I am Ladybug!! You stole it from me! You're a thief Y/N!!”
You stepped closer, your voice dropping to a low, mocking tone. “Maybe I did. and Maybe I am. But let’s face it, Marinette—you’re no hero. You’re obsessive, and distracted by your crush on Adrien. Your stalker behavior is not something a heroine should possess. Paris deserves better, and that’s me. I already have the Miraculous, and doing a REALLY GREAT job at it, what makes you think you deserve it anymore??”
Her face flushed with anger, but she had no response. You walked away, triumphant. The Miraculous was no longer hers to claim, and you will make sure it stayed that way.
Paris sparkled under the moonlight as you stood on the Eiffel Tower, gazing over the city you had come to love—and rule as its heroine. With the weight of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Guardianship on your shoulders, you felt untouchable.
That was until a glowing portal split the sky open.
Out stepped Bunnix, her expression hard and accusing. She didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “We need to talk, Ladybug.”
You crossed your arms, feigning nonchalance. “Bunnix. To what do I owe the pleasure of a time traveler’s visit?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Cut the act. You know why I’m here.”
Chat Noir appeared at your side, his baton at the ready. “What’s going on, Bunnix? You seem… tense.”
Bunnix pointed at you. “She’s not supposed to be Ladybug.”
Chat Noir blinked, stepping protectively in front of you. “What are you talking about? She’s Ladybug. She’s saved Paris more times than we can count!”
“She’s not supposed to be here,” she said, her voice sharp as her glowing portal shimmered behind her. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng was supposed to be Ladybug. This version of reality shouldn’t exist! You’ve disrupted everything!”
You crossed your arms, unfazed. “Paris is safe, isn’t it? I’ve done my job. Heck I even did a good job saving this world”
Bunnix stepped closer, her tone accusatory. “You’ve changed it, I’ve seen it. Marinette was supposed to save Master Fu. She was supposed to receive the Miraculous. But you—you interfered. You stole her destiny!!”
Chat Noir stood protectively in front of you. “Hey, back off. Ladybug’s saved this city countless times. Who cares what was ‘supposed’ to happen and who can receive the Miraculous?!”
Bunnix glared at you both. “This isn’t just about this world. The timelines are unraveling because of her!”
You smirked, letting your mask of innocence drop. You gently push Chat noir aside, stepping closer to Bunnix.
“It doesn’t matter what was supposed to happen. I’m Ladybug now. I’m the Guardian, the center of this world. And if Chat Noir protecting me despite what I did isn’t proof enough that her fate as Ladybug now officially belongs to me… *smirk* Haven’t realized it yet? This world is now synchronizing with me, just like how a world favors the protagonist… Marinette wasn’t fit for this responsibility, and I made sure Paris got the hero it deserves. And unfortunately for her, this world agrees, whether you like it or not~” You whispered lowly to her
Bunnix clenched her fists. “You’ve broken the balance. Do you realize what you’ve done? The entire multiverse is at risk!”
You shrugged. “Then I’ll fix it. As the Guardian, I have authority over all the Miraculouses, including yours.”
Bunnix’s eyes widened in realization. “You wouldn’t—”
With a wave of your hand, you summoned the Bunny Miraculous. The portal behind Bunnix flickered and closed as her powers were stripped away. She staggered, powerless, and glared at you with fury.
“You can’t do this!” she shouted as she was returned to the timeline she came from.
“Oh, I can,” you said, your voice icy. “And I will.”
You donned the Bunny Miraculous and rewrote reality, ensuring Marinette never became Ladybug in any timeline.
You stood tall, the portal you had summoned with Fluff's guidance shimmered with an ethereal glow, its swirling energies casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the rooftop. Beside you, Chat Noir’s green eyes were filled with uncertainty, a rare crack in his usually confident demeanor.
“Ladybug,” Chat Noir said softly, his voice almost pleading, “are you sure this is the right thing to do? I trust you, but... tampering with time feels... dangerous.”
You turned to him, a small, serene smile gracing your lips, the halo of your presence making him instinctively relax. The effect was subtle but undeniable—your words carried weight, as though the universe itself bent to support you. This power, this influence, wasn’t yours initially. You had stolen it, just like Marinette’s fate. But now, it was yours, and you wielded it masterfully.
“Chat Noir,” you began, your voice steady and filled with conviction, “this isn’t about what’s easy. It’s about what’s necessary.”
“But the timeline—changing things could destroy—”
“Destroy what, exactly?” you interrupted gently, your tone laced with practiced sincerity. “I’ve already disrupted it simply by being here. If I don’t act now, the balance will collapse entirely. I’ll vanish, Chat. We’ll vanish.”
He froze, his hands clenching tightly around his staff. “Vanish? What do you mean?”
Your expression softened, your red eyes glistening with what seemed like vulnerability. “I wasn’t meant to be here, remember? If the universe realizes I don’t belong, it’ll correct itself—and I’ll disappear, taking everything we’ve built with me. Paris will lose its Ladybug. You’ll lose me, Chat.”
The thought seemed to strike him deeply. His jaw tensed, his emerald gaze flickering with desperation. “I can’t let that happen. But why go to every timeline? Why stop... Marinette?”
You reached out, placing a gloved hand on his cheek. The gesture was intimate, calculated. “Because Marinette was never meant to have this power. She wasn’t strong enough. Look at what I’ve accomplished, Chat. Paris has never been safer. The people trust us, they trust me. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if someone weaker had been given this responsibility? She would’ve crumbled under the pressure, endangering everyone.”
Chat Noir looked away, guilt and hesitation written all over his face. “But... Marinette never seemed... bad.”
You tilted his chin back to face you, your voice a quiet murmur, dripping with affection and manipulation. “That’s because you don’t know what she would’ve done with this power. Trust me, Chat. I’m not doing this for myself—I’m doing it for Paris. For us.”
His resolve wavered, the pull of your halo overwhelming his doubts. The world revolved around you now, and it was only natural that he would follow your lead.
“I don’t want to lose you, Ladybug,” he finally admitted, his voice barely audible.
“You won’t,” you assured him, your fingers brushing against his. “But I need you to trust me. Together, we’ll ensure that this world—and every other—is safe and whole. I’ll fix everything. I promise.”
With a reluctant nod, Chat Noir stepped back, his staff lowering in submission. “I trust you, Milady. Always.”
The portal grew brighter, illuminating your face with a crimson glow as you stepped forward. Inwardly, you reveled in your triumph. This wasn’t just about fixing timelines or ensuring balance—it was about solidifying your place as the center of this world. The Ladybug. The hero. The one who mattered most.
Marinette would never again have the chance to be Ladybug, not in this timeline or any other. The universes would belong to you now. With one last glance at Chat Noir, you stepped through the portal, ready to rewrite reality itself.
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ADDITIONAL SCENARIO:
The sky above Paris was a canvas of pink and gold hues, a fitting backdrop for the triumphant end of an era. Hawkmoth had been defeated, his Miraculous reclaimed, and the balance of power restored. The Miracle Box was secured, its treasures now beyond the reach of those who would misuse them. For the first time in years, Paris was at peace, its people celebrating the heroes who had brought them here.
Standing atop the Eiffel Tower, you gazed over the city with Adrien by your side. The red and black of your Ladybug suit shimmered faintly in the setting sunlight, a symbol now synonymous with victory, hope, and resilience. Adrien, still in his Chat Noir guise but no longer bearing the same burdens, looked at you with admiration.
“You did it,” he said softly, a smile spreading across his face. “Ladybug, you saved everyone.”
The words should have brought unmitigated joy, and they did—partially. The world was safe, and Paris adored you. People cheered as your identity was revealed, their faith in their heroine unshaken. Even Adrien, your partner in battle and in life, stood unwaveringly by your side, his pride in you radiating like the sun.
Yet, beneath the surface, you couldn’t quite shake an unfamiliar tension. It wasn’t guilt, not exactly. It was a feeling you couldn’t name, a quiet unease that lingered despite the cheers and celebrations.
“Do you think it’s really over?” you asked, your voice barely louder than the wind.
Adrien’s hand found yours, squeezing gently. “It’s over, my Lady. You’ve done more than anyone could have ever asked for. Paris, no—the world owes you everything.” His green eyes met yours, filled with warmth and certainty. “I owe you everything.”
His words should have been enough, and in many ways, they were. You leaned against him, allowing the comfort of his presence to settle over you.
The streets below were alive with celebration. Parisians rejoiced, the weight of fear and uncertainty finally lifted. Even beyond Paris, the world had embraced you as their Ladybug, their symbol of hope. For the first time, everything felt aligned, as though the universe itself had recognized your place at its center.
And yet, in the quiet moments between Adrien’s reassurances and the city’s applause, that tension remained.
Elsewhere in Paris, Marinette sat on the balcony of her cozy apartment, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched Luka strum his guitar. The melody was soft and soothing, wrapping around her like a warm embrace.
“I never thought I’d see the day,” she said, her voice wistful but not bitter.
Luka glanced up, his expression calm and understanding. “The city is safe now. That’s what matters.”
She nodded, her gaze drifting to the distant Eiffel Tower. She didn’t envy you—not entirely. She had carved out a life for herself, a happy one. The bakery was thriving, her designs were starting to gain recognition, and Luka’s steady presence brought her a sense of peace she hadn’t known she needed.
But deep down, there was an ache she couldn’t quite ignore. She had once dreamed of being Ladybug, of carrying the weight of the Miraculous and protecting Paris. That dream had been taken from her, rewritten in a way she couldn’t change. And while she didn’t begrudge your success—how could she? You had saved them all—there was a part of her that mourned what might have been.
“Do you think she’s happy?” Marinette asked suddenly, surprising even herself.
Luka’s fingers paused on the strings. “I think she did what she believed was right,” he said after a moment. “And I think she’s still figuring out what happiness looks like.”
Marinette nodded, her faint smile returning. It wasn’t the life she had imagined, but it was hers. And with Luka by her side, she could find contentment in that.
Back atop the Eiffel Tower, you stood with Adrien as the last rays of sunlight disappeared, casting the city in twilight. Paris was happy. The world was happy. And you were, too—or at least, you told yourself you were.
“Do you feel it?” Adrien asked, breaking the silence.
“Feel what?”
“The peace,” he said with a soft laugh. “It’s overwhelming. I’ve never seen Paris like this.”
You smiled, his words grounding you. “It’s everything I worked for.”
“And you deserve it,” he said firmly, pulling you into an embrace. “You deserve all of it.”
The weight of his belief in you was as comforting as it was daunting. For now, you let yourself believe it, let yourself bask in the happiness you had fought so hard to create.
Paris was safe, and you were its hero. The world had accepted you, embraced you, celebrated you. Yet, as you looked out over the city, the faint tension lingered—a quiet reminder that even in victory, some battles are never truly won.
Prompt : Head cannons of Adrien and his pretty chaotic partner
Pairing : Adrien Agreste x Reader, Adrien x Reader
Warnings : None, Fluff
A/N : Since the last x adrien headcannon got real popular i decided to write another. Reader is mainly referred to as “you”. Can be read from any perspective. The reader has the monkey miraculous in this.
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Relationship Information
Adrien was not prepared to meet you.
The first time you guys met was actually battling an akuma.
Chat noir was clearing the area and guiding citizens to safety when he saw you in front of the akuma. Before he could reach out to save you, you had thrown a pie at an akuma instead of running away
He knew immediately that you were a problem.
At first, he thought he was just amused by you
"You’re ridiculous."
"And you love it." (He did. But he wasn’t ready to admit it.)
Plagg noticed before Adrien did. "Kid, you look at them like they hung the moon."
"I DO NOT—" Plagg just rolls his eyes. He knew Adrien was doomed.
At some point, Ladybug decided to give the monkey miraculous (out of desperation) to you.
Technically she gave it to chat noir to give to you cause she felt like he’d find someone who matched its vibe yk.
Now he miscalculated as chat noir and ended up de-transforming in front of you….
Now that you know each other's superhero and civilian identity, you flirt with him even more, but Adrien assumes you were just messing with him.
"Wow, minou, I should’ve gotten a Miraculous that lets me steal hearts instead."
"Haha… yeah…" (Adrien.exe has stopped working)
It hit him all at once during a fight. You got seriously hurt for the first time, and he panicked.
"That wasn’t funny, don’t ever do that again."
“You’re worried about me, minou?" (You were smirking, but your voice was softer than usual.)
"Of course I am, I—"
Oh. Oh no.
He immediately tried to pretend he wasn’t in love with you. Spoiler: he failed miserably.
"Dude, just confess." Nino attempts to convince him
"What if they laugh at me?"
"BRO. THEY’VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR MONTHS." Alya literally screams at him cause how can one be that blind???
Adrien finally worked up the nerve to tell you… except he blurted it out at the worst possible moment.
You were mid-prank, trying to see how many macarons you could balance on his head.
"I think I’m in love with you." All the macarons fell.
You just stared at him.
"You think?"
"I mean—No—I know—Wait, I wanted to say this differently—"
You grinned and tackled him into a hug. "Took you long enough."
"…Wait, you KNEW?!"
"Of course I knew! Adrien, I’ve been waiting for you to realize!"
You kissed his cheek and whispered, "You’re cute when you’re flustered."
Adrien.exe crashed again.
Daily Life and Couple Things
Adrien is used to following strict rules, so your unpredictable nature baffles and delights him. He never knows what you'll do next, and honestly? He loves it.
"Why are you stealing my food?"
"Because if I asked, you’d say yes, and that takes the fun out of it."
You introduce him to the concept of "doing things just because," and he finds himself in questionable activities.
You once replaced Adrien’s schedule with completely fake classes.
"Why do I have 'Advanced Duck Whispering' at 10 AM?"
"Oh, you better hurry. Ms. Quackens doesn’t like tardiness."
Whenever Lila lies, you nod aggressively and add an even more ridiculous detail to the story, just to see if she rolls with it.
Adrien has to turn away to keep from laughing.
You steal his expensive pens just to make him chase you. (He lets you win half the time because he likes seeing you happy.)
Adrien never swears, so you teach him "acceptable alternatives." Now, when he stubs his toe, he says, "Oh, sugar biscuits!"
Adrien, being the sweet boy he is, is initially horrified when you encourage minor chaos. "We can’t just take an entire baguette and run!" But then you flash him a grin, and suddenly… maybe you can.
(Don’t worry he left cash on the shop workers counter before you could see)
You teach him how to sneak out without getting caught (he gets caught anyway because he’s too polite to ignore Nathalie’s calls)
Sometimes, Adrien stares at you with so much fondness because you make his life exciting in a way he never expected.
You randomly poke his cheek when he's deep in thought, just to remind him you're there.
"Adrien, I have a totally normal and reasonable idea."
"Last time you said that, we almost got arrested.”
"Yeah, but we didn’t."
Jester & Chat Noir
Your entire fighting style is just annoying the villain until they quit.
Ladybug : “What’s your plan Jester?”
You : "Oh, I’m just gonna confuse them until they give up."
The funny thing is that it works. You dodge every attack in the stupidest ways possible while cracking jokes, and by the end, the akuma is exhausted.
You make constant puns just to see how long it takes for Chat Noir to regret his life choices.
“That was a very MONKEY business decision.”
“Stop.”
“Come on, mon minou, don’t go bananas.”
“PLEASE.”
Ladybug feels like the puns you make are even worse than chat’s (which says ALOT)
Your Lucky Charm equivalent? Some random object that you have to make work in the dumbest way possible
And you always do
Chat Noir : “How will a balloon animal help?!”
You : “Have faith, dear feline.
Ladybug sometimes regrets making you an official hero (she loves you but sometimes it feels like she’s babysitting two kids). However, you seem to make chat noir happy so she doesn’t say anything.
Chat Noir : "We have to be subtle!”
You : "Got it." Immediately does something incredibly unsubtle.
Adrien knows he should be stopping you from causing chaos, but half the time, he’s laughing too hard to stop you.
You like to bet on who can make the most dramatic entrance. He’s Chat Noir, so he should win, but then you show up swinging from a chandelier, and he has to admit defeat.
You tell him you have "a foolproof plan" to defeat an akuma. It usually works… in the most absurd way possible. (Like getting the akuma to monologue while you steal their weapon.)
Plagg & You: A Dangerous Duo
Plagg adores you. Like, this ball of chaos sees you as his favorite human.
Adrien knew you two would be trouble the second he caught you teaching Plagg how to juggle tiny cheese wheels.
“Why does my room smell like burned camembert?”
“…No reason.” (You and Plagg are exchanging guilty looks.)
Plagg is your biggest enabler. If you come up with a bad idea, Plagg is the first to say, “DO IT.”
Whenever Adrien tries to be responsible, Plagg just floats over to you and whispers, “Distract him.” And you DO.
Adrien : “I have a photoshoot tomorrow, I really can’t—”
You : grabs a pillow and smacks him in the face “Oops.”
Adrien : “…you did that on purpose.”
Plagg : “I think you should hit them back. For justice.”
Adrien refuses to let you and Plagg be alone together anymore. The last time he left you both unsupervised he came back to his entire closet upside down.
Around Others
Nino & Alya
"So let me get this straight. Adrien’s dating a human tornado."
"Yep."
Nino thinks you’re hilarious and enables you (almost as much as plagg).
"You should be stopping them." Alya points out
"But it’s FUNNY.”
Alya, however, is constantly trying to get footage of your shenanigans.
"Girl, you are PRIME Ladyblog content."
"Alya, no–"
Nino once watched you convince Adrien to climb onto a moving carousel and decided that was enough for the day.
“Dude, she’s gonna get you arrested."
"It’s called ‘living a little,’ Nino." Adrien recites one of your many catchphrases
Marinette
"I just- Adrien, how do you handle this??"
"With love and patience."
Meanwhile, you’re in the background doing flips off a park bench.
100% baffled by how you two work.
She thought Adrien needed a sweet, gentle love interest. Instead, he’s dating a human cyclone
Lowkey respects that you can get him away from his suffocating home life, though.
Chloé
"Ugh, of COURSE, you’d date someone like them."
Tries to hate you but is secretly jealous of how free you are.
Once, you borrowed… her expensive sunglasses and put them on Ladybug plush she owned.
"CHLÖÉ LOOK, THE STATUE IS FASHIONABLE NOW!"
She actually screamed.
Cute Moments
You and Adrien are that couple that makes no sense but also makes perfect sense.
He’s the golden retriever to your orange cat and somehow, it works.
He adores how free-spirited you are. You make him feel like life isn’t just about rules and expectations.
You once convinced him to ditch a photoshoot for a whole day of fun. He swore he’d regret it.
He did NOT regret it.
It was the happiest you’d ever seen him.
You love ruffling his hair just to see him pout.
"Stop that!"
"Never."
He definitely holds your hand to keep you from running off to do something stupid.
"You’re not wandering off this time."
"I would never—"
Adrien just raises an eyebrow in disbelief.
Whenever Adrien gets overwhelmed with expectations, you grab his hand and pull him away.
"C’mon, minou. Let’s get lost for a bit."
He always feels lighter with you.
You poke his cheek when he’s sad. If that doesn’t work, you tickle him. If that doesn’t work, you grab his hand and start spinning him around in circles.
"Let me down—"
"Not until you smile again”
He doesn’t know why, but it always makes his heart race.
Adrien loves spontaneous cuddles. You’ll randomly throw yourself onto him, and he’ll just melt.
"You’re warm."
"Are you using me as a personal heater again?"
"…No?"
People either love or fear you two together and yet somehow, you bring out the best in each other.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. gn!reader x adrien agreste, marinette dupain-cheng, luka couffaine, kagami tsurugi (separate)
𝐜𝐰. established relationship, food mention (marinette, kagami), kissing (marinette), probably some inaccuracies (it's been a while since I watched the show)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. repost from my old blog (@/kage7ama)! this one was surprisingly popular so I'm bringing it back :)
𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄—
Though he may have been locked in his room by his father, that didn’t stop you from climbing up to Adrien’s window. You were now resting on his bed, fingers carding through his hair as he laid his head in your lap. There wasn’t much to talk about regarding his Sunday, so while the conversation dropped off, you enjoyed the comfortable silence. His eyes drifted shut, mind being lulled to sleep by the sound of your breathing and the feeling of your fingers on his scalp.
“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, thinking he was asleep. “My pretty boy.” You stroked his cheek and his eyes cracked open, nearly startling you. His lips parted in a wide, toothy grin, something you were proud to know that than no photographer could capture. “Always be my pretty boy?” His hand encased yours, pulling it to his lips and kissing along the palm.
“Of course, always.”
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍-𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆—
The baking was coming along well; the macarons were perfect, the afternoon was full of smiles, and it was almost time to eat. Well, first you and Marinette would need to clean up the kitchen, which was a huge mess. There was powdered sugar everywhere and ingredients spread across the countertops.
“No you don’t,” you warned, turning around just in time to catch Marinette about to sneak a macaron into her mouth. She sighed, setting the pastry back down. Her eyes flickered back up to your face and her cheeks reddened.
“You have something on your face,” she giggled. You brought your fingers up to feel around, but you couldn’t seem to find it, bringing on more of your girlfriend’s laughter.
“Why don’t you… kiss it off for me, then?” She froze, eyes widening like saucers. She sputtered for a moment before coming closer, fingertips ghosting over your arms. She leaned up, raising to her tiptoes, to press a kiss to the right corner of your lips. She leaned back, admiring her work while you admired her. White particles clung to her eyelashes and hairline, smudged across her skin. You tapped the tip of her nose, leaving a spot. She blinked at you in wonder. “My pretty girl,” you murmured, cupping her cheeks and kissing her forehead. You felt her skin grow warm in your palms before she leaned forward, tucking her face in the crook of your neck.
𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄—
“Do I look better with an acoustic or electric guitar?” You looked up from your homework to see Luka standing in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the frame. You looked at him incredulously before shaking your head and turning back to your homework.
“Electric? Duh? Have you even touched an acoustic before?” He didn’t respond immediately.
“I don’t think so… you didn’t even answer correctly!” You set the assignment aside, turning your attention to him completely.
“What do you mean? It’s definitely not acoustic.”
“No,” he whined uncharacteristically. “You’re supposed to compliment me!” He tried and failed to mimic your voice, “Oh, Luka, you look good no matter what! You’re so pretty!” You frowned.
“I do not sound like that!” He shrugged exaggeratedly.
“Well, I’m waiting for my compliment.” You rolled your eyes. Luka had his whiny, clingy moments, but it was always worth indulging in his requests.
“I’m sorry, pretty boy.” For a moment you could see the elation dance across his face. His eyes gleamed and he broke into a toothy grin. Quickly hiding his excitement behind a smug expression he shrugged nonchalantly.
“Oh, I guess I can forgive you.” You rolled your eyes.
“Hm, I take it back,” you hummed. He glared.
“Okay, be like that.” You turned back to your homework while he stood in your doorway still, arms crossed. After a minute, you sighed, gazing up at him. He chewed his lip.
“Can you… call me pretty boy again?”
𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐈—
Watching Kagami dance across the field, fencing against an imaginary opponent, was much more enjoyable than you thought it would be when you first joined her months ago. Now, her determined expression and fluid movements never failed to awe you as you sat beneath a tree, eyes trained on her figure. After a few quick jabs, she let her body relax, and she made her way over to you to grab her water bottle.
“Your mouth is open,” she teased, a small smirk gracing her freckled face. Closing your hanging jaw, you handed over her drink.
“Sorry, you’re just- pretty. Really pretty.” She sunk to the ground beside you, leaning up against your shoulder and humming in acknowledgement. You brushed her bangs aside to see more of her face. “Are you done for the day, pretty girl?” Her cheeks flushed and she gaped at you for a split second, but otherwise didn’t pay it much mind.
“Yes, I am. We should get ice cream.” You pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek.
Slowly Falling In Love With Chat Noir As Rena Rouge Means...
Chat Noir X Fox Miraculous Holder reader, pining hc
Slowly falling in love with chat noir as the permanent holder of the fox miraculous means becoming friends first.
It means that youre close- almost as close as him and ladybug.
It means sharing things that didnt reveal your identities to each other. Ladybugs wishes.
It means being his shoulder to cry on when things with his lady are rocky.
It means having your heart clench everytime his longing gazes last a little longer than usual.
It means being confused when your heartbeat quickens for the first time in his presence.
It means stammering when he leans too closely into you without realizing.
It means getting lost in the green eyes that arent even looking at you.
It means being second best
It means being okay with that.
It means protecting him even when hes protecting her.
It means slowly pushing yourself away and tucking your feelings into yourself after being handed the snake miraculous on a draining fight to unit with trixx, only to use second chance for your own personal reasons.
It means knowing what no one else knows.
It means knowing that adrien agreste, a kind, sweet boy at your school is him, and that he will nevever love you back.
It means knowing that adrien agreste is in love with your best friend.
It means that how ever many times you profess your love to him, that it womt ever happen.
It means knowing the difference between his self and his facade.
It means playing "supportive friend" and accidentally revealing youre rena rouge to adrien, and him finding solice in the fact that...everything is okay.
It means telling him you know who he is and that he doesnt have to hide from you anymore.
It means watching him slowly grow apart from ladybug.
It means pretending to not see the jealous glances marinette sends your way when adrien scoots into a seat next to you in the cafeteria, at a table by yourselves.
It means his green eyes dart towards you everytime an akuma alarm goes off.
It means covering for each other after your dissappearances during akuma attacks.
It means frequenting each others places
It means chat noir showing up on your balcony one night, professing his love for you, and stealing a kiss under the moonlight.
It means having your miraculous taken away when ladybug realizes how close youve become with chat noir.
It means it brings the two of you closer than ever.
It means hes in love with you.
And it means nothing will ever change that, miraculous or not.
