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3. Snippet Saturday

This is an unedited snippet from my WIP novel, tentatively titled “Erebus: Nightmares.”

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Merry Christmas @csulliven ! I’m your secret santa for @mlsecretsanta ^_^ Hope you enjoy it!

Also on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28383465

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Snow in Paris. How romantic.

Adrien sighed as he watched the large snowflakes falling softly from his bedroom windows, secretly wishing that he was sitting on a rooftop somewhere with Ladybug. An image of her rosy red cheeks in the cold air, dark hair covered in white as she laughed made him smile.

“Ready, Plagg? Time for patrol.”

His kwami grunted noncommittally, tossing back an extra piece of camembert before Adrien called him into the ring. Chat Noir pushed himself out the window almost before he was fully changed, black suit melting over his body in a familiar and comforting feeling.

From the rooftops, he watched children dancing in the streets with arms outstretched to greet the snow. Strings of lights draped over trees and over buildings, creating a warm and magical glow to the night sky. A few windows showcased trees twinkling with lights. It was perfectly wonderful, and all Chat could feel was empty.

Christmas always hit him the hardest, the memories of his mother’s smile, joy, and laughter at this time of year flooding his thoughts everywhere he looked. He missed her so much. While usually he could keep the swirl of emotions under control, the holidays pulled them so close to the surface that nothing he tried could tamper them down. At least this year he wouldn’t let himself fall into the same angst-fuelled stomp around Paris from the year before.

Reaching their meeting point, Chat Noir flopped onto the rooftop, sitting with his legs dangling over the edge. He couldn’t help the curl in his back nor the soft frown on his face as he watched a young family walking down the street, each parent holding one hand of their child in the middle, swinging him high into the air as he screeched with joy.

He missed those days.

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Snow in Paris. Crap.

Marinette’s feet slipped out from underneath her as she stepped out onto her balcony, a soft squeak escaping her lips as she frantically waved her arms to regain her balance. Tikki chuckled softly behind her. Marinette shot her kwami an unamused look.

“You’ll be fine. Go - Chat will be waiting.”

A quick set of words transformed Marinette in a brilliant flash of pink, a spotted suit appearing on her skin before she launched herself off her railing to yo-yo over the rooftops to their designated meeting spot.

Trying not to slip as she landed on their rooftop, she noted the unusually despondent position of Chat’s body.

“Hey Chat,” she called out. He turned and gave her a muted smile.

“Hey.”

That wasn’t her usual exuberant kitty. Deciding that patrol could wait, she plopped herself down beside her partner and gave him a good long stare, trying to telepathically discover what exactly was making him so sad. No answers came to her.

“What’s wrong, kitty?”

His hesitation to answer gave away a lot. Civilian issues, she realized. Something that mattered enough that he actually let it bother him when he was in his super suit. That worried her a little.

“I - “ he shifted his eyes to peek at her, “I’m just finding the Christmas season hard. It’s all bright, and cheerful, and beautiful, but - it’s not like that for me.”

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A Year of Writing Miraculous Fan Fiction.

May 1st is kind of like my personal anniversary as a fan fiction writer. At this time last year - after only having stumbled onto fanfiction at all only a few months before - my fingers hovered over the enter key to publish my very first ever Miraculous story.

Bookworm.

In 2019, I started the year off with a terrible case of burn out. A series of crazy events from September - the new year left me barely able to function. On bad days, my goal was to simply get up, walk down the stairs, and sit at my desk in the middle of the main floor to supervise my family’s survival.

I needed something to pull me out of it so I decided to write - something that I’ve loved to do my whole life but, as so many things do, fell to the wayside as I became a mother.

So, in April, I started to write the story Wild. It was something I was really pleased with, but terrified to share. There’s something about taking your creativity and giving with the world that sends fear into your soul.

I somehow stumbled onto the idea of MariChat May and, on a whim, thought I’d make a story to go with the prompts. The idea hit hard, and off I went. I guess people liked it because suddenly, I had comment after comment after comment. People were enjoying the story and urging me to continue.

Who would have thought that a story about our fave super-teens landing into various books and stories would be so popular?

That leap - the one that pushed me to hit the publish key and see what happened - is quite possibly one of the best I’ve ever taken. You have no idea how HEALING writing has been for me.

Each and every comment I receive on my writing lifts me up and encourages me. Even at 40something, a person needs that support and wants to feel worth someone else’s time.

And then to have @constancetruggle commission @edendaphne to draw my version of MariCat? ::dies:: That was possibly my most exciting moment. To be new to the fandom and have someone enjoy my story so much that they asked someone to draw it? I’m still incredibly honoured.

Since the day that I pushed enter and jumped back into writing:

I’ve made writing friends that I chat with every day (shout out to my s(Q)uad! @livrever @epcot97 & DearestMrIcarus ;) )

I’ve written more than 300,000 words of fiction, including my own ML stories, teamed up stories, and my own original works.

I’ve found something do to for myself again. It’s hard sometimes when you are a mom, because you have to give, give, give all the time and can easily forget about yourself. Writing IS my self-care.

I’ve joined a community of writers, artists, and fans that (for the most part) are amazing, incredibly talented, and hilarious. I’ve learned a lot (sometimes TOO much ::cough::) and am honoured to be part of it.

While 2020 has started off..... rough.... and many days the desire to write is feeling like slogging through sludge, I still love it.

Here’s to my 1 year writing anniversary and to more to come.

Thanks for every single like, kudos, comment, and read of anything I’ve written. I appreciate you.

~LyraMae.

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Umbrella

While the girls are having a sleepover, the conversation turns to soulmates and the idea of tattoos on your skin revealing your true love. It’s just for fun. Isn’t it?

Based on the @mlweeklyprompts for the week: “Pen Tattoo.”

Also on Ao3.

“Soulmates are so romantic,” Rose cooed, fluttering her eyelashes while releasing a deep sigh and pressing her hands to her heart. Marinette tried to refrain from rolling her eyes, but could hear the quiet groans from the rest of the girls in the group. Her room was crowded with all her friends, blankets thrown all over the floor with their pillows for a “girls only” sleepover.

“Soulmates are just fairytales, Rose. Who has time to wait around for something as silly as a soulmate?” Alya. Ever practical and down to earth Alya.

“You don’t think you and Nino are soulmates?” Rose pressed, leaning in closer with the widest babydoll eyes that Marinette had seen. Alya’s scoff was loud.

“Oh hell no. That soulmates thing is far too much work. Could you imagine? What if you thought the other person was your soulmate and it didn’t work out? What if that person was a monster? What if you spent your whole life waiting for “the one” only to discover you are old and it’s too late?”

Rose’s shoulders dropped a little as her romantic bubble burst.

“I wouldn’t want a soulmate,” Alix muttered. “Way happier knowing that I don’t have to spend my life waiting for the other half of me or whatever. I’d rather just be alone. What about you, Mylene?”

Their dreadlocked quiet friend just smiled.

“I don’t really believe in soulmates,” she said quietly. “But if Ivan was mine, I’d be fine with that.”

Marinette shifted slightly as Alya narrowed her eyes in her direction.

“What about you, Marinette?”

All the eyes in the room snapped to her face with varying degrees of curiosity. Unable to stop the rush of embarrassment that flooded her cheeks, she stared down at her suddenly fascinating fingers. Did she believe in soulmates? Not exactly. But ….

“Sort of?” she admitted finally. Rose squealed and clapped.

“I knew it!”

There was a buzz of conversation from her friends then.

“Why?” blurted out Alya over them all.

“Well, see… There’s this old Chinese story Maman used to tell me when I was growing up about a red string of fate. Basically, the story says that there’s this invisible red string attaching you to your one true love. I guess - I guess I always hoped that it was true.”

Rose sighed dreamily, sinking back against Juleka. Juleka just looked down at the blond haired pixie against her with a soft smile.

“My favourite soulmate stories are the ones where you only see in black and white until you meet your soulmate and then see colours,” admitted Mylene.

“I like the idea of a tattoo that symbolizes your relationship,” mumbled Juleka. Rose squealed, scrambling to her feet to grab a pen from Marinette’s disastrous desk.

“Draw the tattoo we’d have.” The pen was thrust into Juleka’s hand before Rose flopped back onto the ground in front of her, arm held out for a design to be doodled on it. Juleka stared blankly at Rose for a moment, blushing slightly before pressing the pentip to the pale skin of Rose’s arm. Everyone squeezed in close around them as Juleka sketched, the image of rose wrapped in a dark, swirling ribbon coming to life.

Before long, Marinette’s sketching markers were strewn all over the place as each of the girls took turns having a design doodled on the inside of their wrists to represent their significant others. Alix just doodled on her own arm - oversized pink flowers taking shape on her skin.

Marinette drew on Alya’s wrist, trying to make sure her lines were straight as Alya laughed.

“It tickles!” she yelped, trying not to pull away.

“Stay still,” Marinette ordered, pinning her friend’s arm between her knees in order to continue the marker tattoo. With careful lines, she doodled away, an image of a cell phone tangled with the wire of an orange headphone set that lay on the ground around it. For a moment, Marinette debated adding some tiny nods to their secret hero identities, but pushed it aside.

Alya stared at the imaginary tattoo with admiration before snapping a picture to send it off to Nino with a mischievous grin. Slapping the phone down on her pillow, Alya asked to see the design that Juleka had drawn on Mylene - a beautiful set of musical notes on a rainbow coloured staff.

Marinette copied Rose’s design onto Juleka;s wrist so they would match. Rose made a high pitched noise as they placed their arms side by side, beaming at each other before pressing their foreheads together in happy silence.

“Your turn,” offered Juleka suddenly, snatching the black marker out of Marinette’s hand before pulling the arm close to draw.

“But…. I don’t have anyone-”

Marinette’s arguments were futile as the pen hit her skin in a smooth line. She held her breath, watching as the shapes that Juleka drew formed into a full picture. It was simple.

A small open umbrella coloured in with a brilliant emerald green.

Reaching out with her other hand, she silently ran her fingers over the drawing on her skin. A shiver ran through her at her touch,making her gasp as her vision blurred to surround her with the image of green eyes smiling at her in the rain. The scene swirled suddenly, the eyes locked with hers morphing into a solid green, wrapped in a familiar black mask before the sound of thunder jolted her back to the room with her friends.

Four sets of eyes looked at her with wide eyes.

“Are you ok?” asked Alya slowly, reaching out to touch Marinette’s hand. “What just happened?”

Marinette blinked, trying to figure out what, exactly, she had seen and why. Her mouth opened and closed kind of like a fish, unable to voice anything coherent.

A loud ding saved her, making Alya dive for her phone. Flicking open the screen with a grin, she burst out laughing.

“Nino’s freaking out about the idea of soulmates. Look.” The phone screen swung in their direction, showing a poorly sketched copy of the image on Alya’s wrist on the arm of her boyfriend. Everyone chuckled except Marinette who stared at the umbrella on her arm with a disconnected kind of feeling.

Alya’s phone dinged again. And again. And again, in rapid concession. She turned the phone back to see why Nino was in high text mode. Marinette looked up at her friend when she said nothing, only making a slight gasp at her phone screen before going somewhat pale.

“Uh, Mari….”

The phone appeared right in front of her face, too close to focus. Taking the phone from Alya, she stared at the picture on the screen without fully understanding what she was looking at. With a frown, realization sank in. A pale white wrist filled the screen, a small red umbrella etched on the skin.

The phone vibrated as it dinged over and over, making her drop the phone onto her lap while she stared at Alya with a silent question.

“Adrien.”

Of course Nino was with Adrien. They were best friends.

Suddenly the room was too small, the air too thick. She scrambled to her feet, trying to untangle herself from the blankets as she struggled to breathe. Her friends called out to her as she stumbled down the stairs and out of the apartment to the street.

“Tikki,” she squeaked, unable to process it all and desperately needing her friend. The little red kwami pressed into her cheek, reminding her to breathe.

“It’s going to be ok, Marinette. Just breathe.”

“Are soulmates real?”

Tikki looked at her with soft eyes. Marinette knew. Just then, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that soulmates were true. At least, for them. Ladybug and Chat Noir. Destiny called them together.

“Transform me,” she whispered, savouring the rush of energy on her skin before swinging up to the rooftops. She could feel him. Somewhere out there on a Parisian rooftop in the encroaching darkness of night. Her feet pulled her from eave to eave, leading her towards the Eiffel Tower. A final swing pulled her up the metal frame, high up the tower to the platform they frequently sat to observe the city.

He waited, cat ears twitching slightly as her feet landed, eyes instantly finding her across the gap between them. She took a hesitant step forward, unsure exactly what to say.

“Marinette,” he said, the waver in his voice making it hard to keep from wrapping her arms around him and hold him tight. Never had she heard her name said with such… reverence? Another soft set of words encased him in a flash of green, melding the black of his suit to the usual blue jeans and button-up white shirt she recognized from his civilian self. Blonde hair and green eyes held her gaze, the mask fading away to nothing, leaving in its place one Adrien Agreste.

Taking a step closer, his hand snaked out and gently brushed a renegade tendril of hair behind her ear.

“Look.” He held out his wrist, revealing the outline of the red umbrella on his skin. Her gloves ran over the design in awe. It was real. “I was sitting there with Nino, playing games and chatting when his phone dinged with a message from Alya. She said you guys were goofing around drawing soulmate tattoos on each other and sent him a picture of the one you made for her. He thought it would be fun to draw it back. We are terrible at drawing, may I add? Especially on skin. ANYWAY, he was messaging her back with that picture when all of a sudden the whole room vanished and all I could see was you. Your blue eyes, and then the mask. When the room stopped spinning, it felt like I’d burnt my arm. When I looked down, I saw this umbrella. And I knew, milady. I knew it was you. It’s always been you.”

“Spots off,” she breathed, unable to tear her eyes away from him. He winced slightly at the assault of pink on his eyes before settling back on her face with some rapid blinks.

“Hi.” She didn’t know if she could trust her voice anymore, whispering a broken hello in return. The heat from how close he stood made it hard to think at all. He gently pulled her arm up to look at her matching, and yet opposite, umbrella design, running his thumb slowly over it. A tingle ran down her spine as he pressed his lips against it. His fingers threaded through hers.

His other hand landed gently on her shoulder.

“May I kiss you?”

She didn’t know if she said yes out loud, but must have- the hand on her shoulder pulling her closer, the one between her fingers squeezing tightly as their lips pressed together. The current that jumped between them left them breathless.

Rose was right. Soulmates are romantic.

@mlweeklyprompts

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IN THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT

Ok, so.... Eros and Psyche as Adrien and Marinette have been dancing around in my head for a while. It’s time to bring them to life. <3

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"It's almost my birthday, you know," Chat said, swinging his feet that dangled from the platform they rested on. Ladybug couldn't help but smile, leaning her head against his shoulder in comfortable familiarity. Of course she knew. Years of partnership with the boy - no, young man- in cat ears had given her more than enough information about him - his birthday, his favourite colour (blue, which she was nearly certain was a soft romantic reference to her eyes), and treats that he loved to eat. Despite the fact they couldn't and hadn't shared any specific details about their civilian selves, she knew what he was thinking with a single glance at the look on his face.

She loved him more than anything.

"And what does my Kitty want for his birthday?"

She knew this game. The simple flirtatious banter that allowed them safely skirt the fine edge of romance while still drawing the line at friendship. It scared her - the thought of Hawkmoth somehow managing to destroy Chat, the memories of haunting white version always lingering in the back of her mind. It didn't matter how long ago that reality had happened. The truth of it haunted her. Until the day they defeated the villain, Chat remained off limits. Her heart be damned.

"A kiss, milady. That is all this cat could ask for."

A gentle purr rumbled from within him, a knowing smirk on his lips when she dared to glance up at his face.

"I guess we will have to wait and see."

"I guess we will."

Silence rested softly while they stared out over the city. Night always provided a beautiful view of Paris - lights twinkling all around like stars in the universe.

Neither seemed particularly anxious to leave their perch. An uneventful patrol of the city at the end of a relatively quiet week left them loathe to leave each other's company.

Except, perhaps, the to-do list in Ladybug's head. Assignments. Commissions. All sorts of things that needed finishing, along with promising Alya an early breakfast meeting (which now seemed impossibly foolish) and the need to help in the bakery throughout the following day. Or was it already this day? She wasn't sure.

With reluctance, Ladybug stretched, pulling herself to her feet.

"Time to go, Chat," she murmured, fingers grazing her yo-yo. He practically jumped to his feet beside her leaning breathlessly into her space, the emerald green of his eyes flashing from the reflection of the lights on the tower around them. He grasped her hand, just like he did every other time they parted, pressing them against his lips without breaking his gaze.

"Good night, Milady."

A shiver rippled through her at the timbre of his voice, temptation to give into his birthday desire nearly overwhelming her. At least until his confounded, knowing smirk returned, breaking the moment.

"Gah. Good night." Pulling her fingers out of his, her yo-yo whizzed at her sudden, sharp throw and whisked her off into night. "Troublesome cat," she grumbled to herself mid-flight.

Her feet barely hit the edge of her balcony patio before an alarm vibrated quietly through her yo-yo. Pulling it back to her with a snap, she flicked open the screen to see the words “AKUMA ALERT” flashing in a brilliant red. So much for the responsibilities.

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