#chlobee

[megatraven]

a doodle from work today, based on that Criminal Minds scene. u kno the one.

[panonne]

sick and hurting immensely ;; but this made me a tad happier ಥ‿ಥ

[actualaster]

Prediction: upon obtaining the Bee Miraculous, Chloe will go mad with power, start INTENTIONALLY causing akumas so she can defeat them and feed her ego, and possibly even try and take out her fellow heroes just to be the sole hero of Paris. When Master Fu tries to strip her of her powers as punishment, Chloe will swallow the Bee Miraculous, transform into a giant bee-like monster, and start wrecking utter havoc in Paris!

…You know what, I would be 1000000000000% on board with this, if only to see LB’s face when “SHE ATE THE MIRACULOUS?!?!?!” because my girl Mari makes the best faces and you cannot deny she would make one that’s absolutely amazing

[powerdragonmoon]

if you liked nurtle, try: chloe + bee = chlobee

Anon, pls never, ever, use the word nurtle in my presence ever again...how dare

....also chlobee has been done!! may i remind you of this stunning piece of art?!??!?!

[iwroteinapastlife]

The Bird and the Bee

Me: has 11 requests in my ask box that I am truly interested in writing as well as a full-length fic to work on.

Also me: stays up until 4:30 am writing completely unrelated, self-indulgent fluff.

I couldn’t help myself, the idea popped into my head and demanded a blood sacrifice my time. AO3 link here. Enjoy!

“Hey, Nath.”

“Wha—,” the artist lay one last touch on the mural he was painting on his bedroom wall before turning his head toward his girlfriend…who was holding a paint brush up to collide with his cheek as soon as he turned. He glared at the blonde out of the corner of his eye. She bit her lip in a half-hearted attempt to stifle her giggles.

Nathanaël raised his own paint brush in the air and smiled maliciously. “Oh it’s on, Honey Bee.”

A devious expression spread across her features as she backed up, holding her paint brush like a sword. “Come and get me, Pretty Bird.”

The two stared each other down, holding their breath as they readied themselves for intense battle. And then he lunged for her.

Chloé half-screamed-half-giggled as she ran around the room in circles, dodging his attempts to grab her, but unable to avoid the splatters of paint flying through the air as he swung the brush wildly. Flecks of purple coated her arms as she attempted (unsuccessfully) to shield her face, and she sent yellow flying back at him in return.

“Looks like you’re low on ammo, Bumble Bee,” the artist remarked, swiping his brush through a nearby tray of red paint as he ran toward her. The blonde yelped as he nearly caught her, leaping over the plastic-wrapped couch in a skillful evasion and smearing what was left of her yellow paint across his arm as she ran away. She quickly reloaded, coating her brush in some deep blue paint, before facing him with a challenging smirk and a defensive stance that said come and get me.

Challenge accepted.

The redhead dashed toward her, channeling Duusu as much as he could out of costume. He weaved through the furniture with grace and speed, but his counterpart soon caught on, her flights from his attacks resembling those of the witty Queen Bee. He soon found blue paint splattered on the left side of his face as she flitted from his advances, though not without receiving a small streak of red herself. He registered a devious giggle mere milliseconds before the chill of wet paint slashed across the back of his neck, her movements too fast for him. He tensed up at the feeling, his muscles going completely rigid. No matter how accustomed he was to the feeling of paint on his skin, having something cold and slimy swipe the back of his neck was a sensation he would never get used to. Maniacal laughter erupted from behind him.

Oh she is so going down now.

Nathanaël set his paint brush down on the desk nearby where the palette he had been working with before sat waiting for him. He reached back to coat one hand in the blue paint on his neck, while the other reached out to harness the myriad of colors he had been mixing earlier. Then he turned to face the still-laughing bumble bee with his hands raised. Bright blue eyes went wide in a mixture of fear and excitement and she once again raised her brush as if she were in a fencing match.

“Bring it,” she dared, her continuous giggles breaking the seriousness of her tone.

Without the hindrance of a brush, Nathanaël’s movements were freer, more clearly imitating his alter ego. His splayed out fingers acted much the same as the peacock fans, and he more effectively sliced through the air, his movements becoming harder for the bee to evade. A streak of blue caught her shoulder. A rainbow spray dotted her chest.

The bee reached out to strike, landing a hit of blue straight across his forehead, but her triumph was quickly snatched away as Nathanaël barreled into her, finally catching her in his arms and throwing her off her footing.

Chloé emitted a high-pitched yelp that turned into laughter as he slipped a hand under her shirt, simultaneously smearing paint on her waist and tickling her. “Ah! Nath, stahp!” she squealed amidst fits of laughter, her legs kicking at empty air.

“What on Earth is going on in here?”

Like the crack of a whip, the two quickly parted, standing on their own and feebly attempting to contain their laughter as they turned to face Nathanaël’s mother. Abigail stared at them from the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and one eyebrow raised.

“Nothing—,” the artist coughed, trying in vain to cover his laughter. His girlfriend shook with silent giggles beside him. “We’re just painting the room, like we said we would.”

Teal eyes narrowed at him in disbelief. He wasn’t fooling anyone and every soul in the room was very aware. She pointed an accusatory finger at the two of them. “Get paint wherever you want in there, but if you get it on the carpet out here, you’re paying for the carpet cleaner. Got it?” The boy grinned.

“Yes, Mum!”

“Yes, Madame Kurtzberg,” Chloé giggled sheepishly, nervously scratching the back of her head. She stared at them for two more seconds before rolling her eyes.

“Kids,” she muttered sarcastically as she walked away, but Nathanaël spotted the tiny smirk in the corner of her lips. The two stood there until her steps faded completely, then glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, their twin gazes causing each other to erupt with laughter.

“Your face is covered in paint,” Chloé chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Here,” he responded, raising his hands toward her, “let’s be a matching set.”

With an “eww” the blonde’s laughter sparked anew as he cupped her face with both hands, smearing paint all along her cheeks. Still chuckling himself, Nathanaël pulled her forward, planting a kiss on her smiling lips. They only laughed harder as it inevitably failed.

[megatraven]

Queen Bee and Ryuuko, please?

ive never drawn ryuuko and i’ve barely ever drawn kagami but >0ccc

[megatraven]

chloeeeeeeeeee

[megatraven]

So, I just had a thought and I feel like you’d appreciate it. Imagine for a moment Chloe had a particularly rough day as both herself and Queen Bee, so she decided to visit resident miraculous holder therapist Marinette to just talk and be distracted for a little while. This evolves into Queen Bee cuddled into Mari’s side as she runs her fingers through her hair until Chloe eventually falls asleep. Only to wake up as herself and freak out that Mari will never speak to her again.

sorry forgot to answer earlier!!!!!!!!! but this is so sweet and im assuming in this au no1 knows who bee is? but god i lvoe scenarios where chloe panics about that and i love them even more when marinette does something to reassure/comfort her.... god i lvoe this...