#marichat?

[korarueam]

banana nanana stay peachy stay peachy stay peachy stay peachy

how do i caption man ...

pls forgive the inconsistent artstyle🥶🥶😈😈😅😅🙏🏼🙏🏼

[redtippedfox]

What else are you supposed to do when the love of your life seduces you in another Miraculous?

[goldlover0]

Mlb love square but Chaeya?!

[pevellyne]

Its 12AM my brain is fried from adrichat, so I’m just going to leave this here while I sleep dreadfully knowing I’ve committed a sin...

[saltymiraculer]

A Pretty Flower for a Pretty Girl

I’ve stayed up until midnight reading @zoe-oneesama ‘s Scarlet Lady comics a few too many times, so I thought I might as well finally turn my ideas into a fic!

Also, this was too adorable for me not to.

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Life just couldn’t give him one day off? Not one?

Apparently not, or else he wouldn’t have to be fighting a giant glob of cafeteria food and compost that insisted on being called “Lunchion”.

You know, Adrien could appreciate the pun if he weren’t covered in banana peels and eggshells, and–was that a hamburger patty? He pinched his nose and extended the baton towards Lunchion’s weak spot, the plastic tray it used as a shield.

You’d think an akuma wouldn’t use their most important object as a deflector, yeah?

Lunchion made a gargling noise and blasted him with another garbage-truck’s worth of compost.

Scarlet Lady–did he forget to mention her?–screeched and jumped backwards, catching herself with the yo-yo she had finally figured out how to use.

“Disgusting! I’m out of here. Call me when you get the akuma!“ she called back to him, swinging away and disappearing in the direction of the Grand Paris. He groaned and pushed himself off of his knees.

“Shtay Awaysh!“ the blob gurgled. “Give me your Miraculoushes!“

“Not a chance, trash can!“ he yelled, jumping just out of shooting range.

“It’sh Lunshion, idiotsh!“

“Yeah, whatever!“

As much as he wished he didn’t, Adrien needed some help. Without Lucky Charm, which he could normally figure out how to use, he didn’t have too much of a plan.

Wait a second…was that a miraculous box?

And so it was, sitting on the ledge of a building. Holy cannoli, he was actually going to have a competent partner for once!

Just who to give it to? He opened the box, and inside was a small comb, in the shape of a bumblebee.

Oh, wait a second.

Which classmate had the adorable, tinkling laugh? Which classmate had the sweet-as-honey smile? Which classmate had he had a crush on since day one?

Ding, ding, ding, it’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng!

“Um, give me a minute!“ he said, jumping as far as he could away from the akuma and running to the bakery. He landed on Marinette’s balcony, nearly knocking over one of her potted plants.

“Eek!“ he squeaked, catching it just before it hit the wood. The last thing he wanted was to destroy her porch.

“Hello?“ Marinette asked, startling him out of the panicked state. “I-is there a reason Chat Noir is standing on my porch, or am I just that lucky?“

“Oh, uhhhh–“ he fumbled the little box out of his pocket, holding it out to her. “–yeah, I need some help, so…“

“No. Freaking. Way. No way, no way, no way! Awesome!“ she cheered, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth. “Sorry.“

“it’s fine. You just transform and let’s go!“

“…how?“

“Dang it.“ 

Once Marinette had consulted the kwami–after momentarily freezing–she transformed and they looked at each other, nodded, and jumped on building after building, chasing the glob of garbage as it made its way downtown.

“You know, I’ve always hated just sitting around during akuma attacks!“ she said brightly.

“Is that why you get caught up in every single one of them, then?“

“No! I mean, I don’t want to get caught up in them, but it just happens!“

“Sure thing, Marigold. Sure thing.“

“You’re incorrigible, Chat Noir.“ she joked. He chuckled, halting to a stop and sticking out his arm so Marine–Marigold, sorry, wouldn’t fall off the edge of the building.

She slammed into his arm and fell backwards, and fortunately, he caught her.

But, sine life couldn’t even give him five minutes off, they were in the exact same positions as ballroom dancers. And she was blushing.

Dammit, life!

“I’m sorry!“ he said, letting go as fast as he could. Marigold was still looking down, a hint of blush still spread across her cheeks.

“It’s okay,“ she whispered. “It was nice.“

“O-oh. Let’s keep going, yeah?“ he set off again, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. They arrived where the akuma was about to take the top off of a restaurant, swinging their respective weapons defensively.

“Who’sh the bumblebee, pushycat?“

“That’s Marigold to you, Lunchion!“

“Finally! Shomeone getsh the name right!“

They took down the akuma in a matter of minutes, thanks to a well-timed Venom from Marinette and the smart idea to fake a Cataclysm to get Lunchion in weapon range.

“Ugh, now I’ve got to call Scarlet,“ Adrien groaned. Marinette stuck her tongue out and gave him the thumbs-down. He agreed nonverbally.

Scarlet Lady appeared, swinging in from stage right, and landing neatly on the roof ledge parallel from them.

“Ugh, finally. What took you so long? And who’s this?“

Marinette gave him a look that he interpreted as ‘spite Scar as much as possible’. He nodded.

“Marigold’s my new partner! Scar, this is Marigold! Marigold, Scarlet Lady.“

“Let’s hope she’s a good sidekick for my sidekick, so the battles won’t take as long! They’re just exhausting! And that’s Scarlet Lady to you, you mangy cat.“ Out of the corner of his eye, Adrien could see Marinette mocking Scarlet Lady, exaggerating the stuck-out hip and the way she rolled her eyes whenever she could.

He stifled a laugh.

“Look, Scarlet, there’s Nadja Chamack!“ he said, snapping her out of the stupor she was in. She applied a fresh coat of red lipstick and swung off to the ground, casting Lucky Charm and using the Miraculous Cure simultaneously.

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“That was good,“ Chat Noir whispered. “but we’ve got something more important to attend to.“

He pointed at a little boy, who couldn’t be more than eight or nine, sitting on the ground on the verge of tears. The walked over to him and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Are you alright?“

“N-no!“

“What happened?“ Chat Noir asked gently, landing on his other side.

“My brother got really sick–because of the cafeteria food–and he’s in the hospital, and I’m really scared he’s not going to be okay!“ Marinette exchanged a worried look with Chat Noir.

“Hey, it’ll be okay! The people at the hospital will help your brother, all right? He’s going to be just fine.“

The little boy sniffled. “Th-thank you, Chat Noir and Bee Lady.” She smiled and patted his arm.

“I’m Marigold, okay? Remember that.“

“I will, Miss Marigold.“

“Good,“ Chat Noir interjected. “But we’ve got to get you back to your family. I’m sure they’re worried about you.“

A lady who they assumed was his mom ran up and hugged hum, telling the little boy it would be all right.

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“And that’s why I’m the true hero! See, even you can–“ Scarlet Lady was saying. Nadja cut her off with a shhh noise. 

“Hey, it’ll be okay! The people at the hospital will help your brother, all right? He’s going to be just fine.“ a yellow-and-black striped hero said, comforting a little boy.

The little boy sniffled wetly. “Th-thank you, Chat Noir and Bee Lady.” She grinned and patted his arm.

“I’m Marigold, okay? Remember that.“

“I will, Miss Marigold.“ Nadja chuckled at the little boy.

“Good,“ Chat Noir said. “But we’ve got to get you back to your family. I’m sure they’re worried about you.“

She walked up and tapped Marigold’s shoulder.

“Excuse me, but can I get an interview?“ She looked at Chat Noir hopefully. He nodded and smiled, grabbing Marigold’s hand and pulling her next to him.

The cameras swiveled towards them.

“But first, has anyone met my amazing new partner?“ Nadja could hear Scarlet grinding her teeth loudly behind them, but paid that no attention.

After a few questions and some cooing over the two heroes’ banter, their miraculouses beeped and they both looked very startled.

“Sorry to disappoint, but we’ve got to run!“ Marigold said, yanking Chat Noir’s arm urgently.

“If the lady insists! Next time, Nadja!“

“Um…goodbye!“ she called after them, watching the duo swing off into the sunset.

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They landed in front of the rosebushes of Dupont, each of which was covered in pretty blossoms.

They bumped into each other as they landed, stumbling back, leaving them about an inch apart. He took the time to notice the tiny details of her makeup–the way her eyelashes had the tiniest gold jewels on the tips, the orangey sheen over her lips, and the way the sparkly yellow mask framed her eyes.

“So–um–we’re about to transform back,“ she started.

“You’re right, um, I’m going to need that back?“ he said, pointing at the comb. She pulled it out of her hair and handed it to him, Pollen materializing immediately.

“Sun salutations, Chat Noir!“

“You ready to go back in your box, Pollen?“

“Hmmm…not really. Can I stay with Marigold?“ Chat Noir looked to at Marinette with a surprised expression.

“You can do that?“

“Of course, I can!“ Pollen huffed. “Now give the comb back to Marinette.“ He handed the silver comb back to Marinette, who pocketed it immediately.

They stood there in awkward silence for a inute until Chat Noir’s ring beeped again. he dashed into a bathroom, stuffed a wedge of camembert into Plagg, and ran out of the bathroom, back to where Marinette was conversing with Pollen.

“Out of all the 19 kwamis, I had to get the hippie one? Not that I’m complaining, but…yoga? Now?“

“Don’t complain, mine eats cheese 24/7.“

He shook his head and broke off one buttery yellow rose from the bush.

“A pretty flower for a pretty girl,“ he announced, offering her the rose. “Before I go.“

“Friendship,“ Marinette said softly. Wait, did this mean she only wanted to be friends? Shoot. “The rose, I mean. Yellow roses mean friendship.“

“Oh,“ he said, looking down. Double-shoot.

“Unless it’s thirteen of them, though.“ He looked sideways at the bush before Marinette put her hand on his arm.

“Don’t you dare. Those roses aren’t supposed to be picked, you know.“

“Sorry, Marinette. I–um–is it okay if I call you Goldie?“ Marinette smiled warmly.

“Of course, but only if I can call you kitty.“ Adrien felt a warm, tingly feeling in his chest, rising up until he felt like he could float.

“Yeah! Let’s go, Goldie. We’ve got a fanclub to meet.“

They walked the around the building, over to the class, who immediately burst into applause.

“You were amazing!“ Kim cheered.

“Yeah, I’m changing it from the Ladyblog to the Goldie-Noir Blog!“

“So you heard that, huh?“

[fumblingoverwords]

Hero Gone Rouge

Note: This has been sitting in a dusty file for months. Thought I might as well share it with you guys.

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"I didn't want it to come to this," Chat hissed from the other side of the room. His eyes glowed in a magenta hue against the blankness of his mask. "Alas, you left me no choice."

She rose from the floor and made sure to block the trapdoor from his view. "Kitty..."

"My name is Chat Blanc and you're giving me your miraculous right now!"

Marinette knew that just as everyone in Paris did. The announcement had interrupted the morning news two weeks ago as she ate breakfast with her parents. She couldn't believe the malice in his eyes nor the sinister curl to his lips. It all felt wrong. Her legs had carried her to Master Fu while everyone else gaped at the screen.

Fear gripped her throat, refusing to let go or lessen its grip. She would not give in. "Keep your voice down." The walls were closing in on them, on her. She needed to get out, transform, and purify the Akuma before this got out of hand.

"What's the problem, princess? Scared that your little secret might slip from my lips?" His gaze lingered on her pink purse then stared straight at her eyes. "I thought Ladybug wasn't afraid of anything. But then again, our sweet Marinette is a liar who hates lies. What a predicament." He twirled his baton and chuckled at the irony of the situation.

She had to remind herself this was all the Akuma's influence. Her partner wasn't enjoying this, not really, he couldn't be.

And yet, her heart continued to pound against its confines. Tikki's soothing touch couldn't calm down her frazzled nerves. She'd have to fight her best friend and partner. How the hell was she supposed to be calm?!

Her parent's muffled voices brought her back. Marinette had to keep them safe at all cost. Alright then, change of plans.

Forgive me, mon minou. "You're one to speak. Ever since we met, you've professed your unconditional love to me, said we were meant to be." Marinette scoffed and glared at the white mask.

One.

He did that, he turned Chat into another puppet of his own and sent him over here to fight. Coward. Rage burned inside her veins, that monster would not win the battle. "Wonder where that loyalty went when you decided to team up with Hawkmoth."

Guilt flashed in his eyes for a brief moment. She moved an inch to the right, just a little bit while he seemed hypnotized by a memory, and hoped momentum would grant her the leverage to reach the stairs.

Two.

"Chat Noir," she continued, legs positioned and ready, "the hero gone wrong. The rouge everyone fears and nobody loves." His pupils turned into slits.

Three.

Chat Blanc snarled and Marinette lunged.

She reached for the hatch with sweaty palms, a triumphant smile on her lips and three special words on the tip of her tongue.

Next stop, Master Fu.

"Ti-" Her smile vanished as a cold hand grabbed her ankle and pulled down hard. "Eep!"

He wasted no time and caged her underneath him, taking both of her hands in his hands above her head. That shit eating grin ticked her bad side even more up close.

"You're not going anywhere, ma princess," he whispered in her ear.

Goosebumps trailed down her spine. How the hell did he manage to make his voice so low and husky? "With you, that is."

"Sassy as ever, I see. Between you and I, that's one of your attributes I've come to love the most."

"Don't forget to add stubborn to that list, kitty." She rose her knee and aimed between his legs like papa had taught her.

His eyes widen as he hunched and inevitably rolled over from the pain. "FUCK!"

A new found rush of adrenaline kicked in her system. "Tikki, spots on!" Relief washed over her as soon as she pushed the hatch open and a breeze of fresh air hit her exposed skin.

Ladybug uncoiled her yo-yo, latched it around a chimney and swung. She leaped from roof to roof, eyes scanning the streets for a place to change back, one that her partner wouldn't be aware of.

Not for the first time, she wished she had night vision. No matter how much she squinted, every building looked washed out and she didn't want to risk transforming back in an alley where someone could be lurking in the shadows.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose and his aura charged the air with the promise of chaos and disturbance. She cursed under her breath. So much for a head start.

"Give up, Bugaboo, your luck has run its course." By the time she noticed the extending baton it was too late and the yo-yo flew from her hands.

No!

Her stomach did a somersault as she landed on the rough surface of the bridge, she vaguely heard something fall into the water.

"Playtime is over, princess. Now, since I'm the winner I'll let you strike a deal."

She wobbled to the edge of the bridge, determined to get past him at all cost. "Like hell I am."

He scoffed and placed his baton on the floor. "Hand over your earrings and I'll let you leave unharmed. Hawkmoth won't even know of your identity. What do you say?"

She glowered at him. "Over my dead body, mon chaton."

Chat's grin vanished as she rolled over the bridge and into the seine.

[airi-p4]

Miraculous Ladybug Fan Comic: The little bird’s secret

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My first digital art fan comic. 

*Oriiginally posted on DeviantArt*

[merodythann]

omg that sneak peak of ladybug

it’s sad we have to wait until next year to see the full episode 

imagine adrien asking  questions to marinette about chat noir or  chat noir trying to make ladybug jealous cause of what marinette said 

unless of course adrien thinks that she likes chat as if she’s a fan or something 

can’t wait for the new season