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[panda013]

Commissioned by the lovely @miraculousturtle!!! Thank you so much for the request! My literal favorite part about this entire thing is Chat’s mouth. Don’t ask why, but it was so much fun??? His whole expression was, really. It was fun to work on (despite my current computer issues...y i k e s)!

If you like what you see but can’t afford to commission me sometime, remember that I also have a ko-fi and every little bit helps! :D

Please do not repost or use without permission!

[ladybugpositivityproject]

@miraculousturtle and @gigiree are both amazing people and amazing writers and their stuff needs more recognition

[miraculousactsofkindness]

A gift from me to you! I hope it looks OK I haven’t done anything more than a doodle in many years but I thought you deserved something special... To maybe celebrate your new job ?Or maybe just to celebrate you being you thank you for all the Happy smiles and I hope we can continue to become better friends . @miraculousturtle

[freedom-shamrock]

Not Subtle

Also on AO3 This directly follows “Short Leash.” 

"I'm so sorry," Marinette said, repeating herself for the eighth or ninth time as they descended her ladder.  He'd lost count.  "I really should have charged my camera over night."

"It's okay, really," he insisted.  Today's photo shoot, featuring the Date Suit for all genders, was a bust when her battery died a few photos in.  It was a sunny day, so they'd gone to a rooftop a few blocks away.  "These things happen."  She didn't know the half of it, and unfortunately, he couldn't tell her.

She sighed, hanging her jacket back up.  "I just feel like I should be more respectful of your time, Chat.  You don't get a lot of daylight free time for this, and we've seen what my camera does for night shoots."

He chuckled.  Their first attempt at this process had yielded washed out Chat Noir with freaky glowing eyes and insufficient detail on the clothes.  "I have some ideas to deal with that."  He shrugged.  "Honestly, it was nice to get away from my life for a while today.  And like I said earlier, I enjoy spending time with you."

"Even when Maman is being nosy and embarrassing?' she asked.

He grinned.  "Even then.  It's nice she cares about you."

Marinette fixed him with an intent stare and he wondered what he'd done wrong.  "Doesn't your family care about you?"  She knew his father was overbearing, but that was it.

"My mom's been gone for years, presumed dead," he said quietly.  "My father is as cuddly as a velociraptor, and I'm pretty sure I'm just an asset to him."

She looked furious.  "I want to punch your father."

That startled a laugh right out of him.  If only she knew who she was offering to punch.  "I do have a question about what your mom said though."

She stared at him, blue eyes wide, almost panicked.  

"What did she mean about you and Adrien?" he asked.  Based on the wink she'd tossed him, he was pretty certain Sabine knew who was under the black cat ears.  It should have been a terrifying thought, and perhaps later it would be.  "Isn't that your model friend?"

Marinette let out a huff.  "Yes, that's Adrien, but he's so much more than just a model."  She glanced over at the class photo from this last year, hanging above her desk.  "I'm low key in love with him, have been for freaking ever, but I have no chance with him."  She sounded disgusted with herself.

He was glad she wasn't looking at him just now.  He was sure his expression was quite telling.  He pinched his forearm to snap himself out of the shock.  "Ahhh, I bet you have a chance with him."  That sounded normal and supportive, right?  What the hell.  Was he being his own wingman now?  

She snorted and looked at him, so he called on his years' of modeling and acting experience to come off as normal.  "No.  He doesn't see me that way."  There was resignation in her voice, like she'd accepted it, even if she hadn't exactly moved on.

"I'm pretty sure he does," he insisted quietly.

"It's not like he has time anyway."  She shook her head.  "He's even more over-scheduled than you.  

"Oh… yeah."  There was the wrench.  Even if he wanted to date her, which he was starting to think would be really nice, he had no free time as Adrien.

"So to my parents' annoyance, I don't date."  She rolled her eyes.  "Because I'd feel completely dishonest trying to date someone else while I'm still hung up on him."

 "Our boat is the same," he said.  "Ladybug doesn't want me that way, and knowing how I feel about her, no one else wants me either, not for a relationship."  If she already loved the Adrien side of him, was there a chance she could be interested in the Chat side?  Her mom seemed to think so.  What if she was just holding back because she didn't want him to think he was second choice.

Marinette watched Chat out of the corner of her eye.  His voice had sounded so… off after she told him about her feelings for Adrien.  He was stiff and tense.  Was he maybe jealous?  But no.  He'd said he loved Ladybug.  Well, not in so many words.  But he also sounded like he'd given up on that, and was waiting for the feelings to fade, much like her with Adrien.

Oh god.  What if Maman was right?

She shook her head, banishing the thought.  Would it really be so bad?  Of course not.  Chat was one of the kindest sweetest people she'd ever known.  And to be fair, he was a very pretty kitty.  Was there a chance he could be interested in her, too?  How was she supposed to figure out if he was?  Flirting.  Alya always encouraged more flirting.

But not right now.  Right now he needed comforting, because her kitty was clearly out of sorts.  She walked over to where he was carefully hanging up the suit he'd prepared to model.  "I don't think no one wants you, Chat," she said quietly, slipping her arms around his ribs and pulling him close.  "Maybe you just need to look a little harder."

Oh god.  That was not subtle.  She pressed her face to his chest to wait out her blush.

Next in series > Staffing Issues

Day 10 of Marichat May 2017 - prompt "what if" This is also a continuation of my Miraculous Acts of Kindness series proposed by Squirrellygirlart on Tumblr. One of the first people who ever interacted with me on Tumblr was @obbsessedturtle / @miraculousturtle . It's actually entirely her fault that I got sucked into Miraculous Ladybug because I read some of her ML fics, and then HAD to see the show. You can find her on Tumblr or check out her fantastic stories here on AO3.

[gigiree]

Plants and Stars and Something Like Home

for @miraculousturtle and HER BEAUTIFUL ORIGINAL STORY ABOUT AN ALIEN WHO FALLS FOR A HUMAN GENERAL THROUGH MEMORIES

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They're not one to place stock in the prophecy of names. At least, they hadn't been before. But it seems now, they're namesake has become their present...has marked their future.

It is said that his people are born of plants. That their cells are rigid things with cholorplasts that swallow up the light and turn that miraculously into energy. It's absurd, but they think they're much more like plants than even this.

They're name means fixed star. And they feel it's adequate enough to describe the way they cling onto habit. It's perfectly fitted into the way their desk chair is permanently flattened from the particular way they settle into it. It's a great name to explain the way they'd rather stay in their little compound, watching the sun arc across the sky and the moons dance to their respective zeniths with a patience that laces roots through time and keeps Pi3 Ori still.

They suppose it's fitting then that her name means second general. A leader who can rest in humble simplicity. A leader who rises second when the first is gone or dead or incapacitated. A leader who wasn't necessarily looking to be one. Who still need some time away to charge her own paths.

They'd missed her. Even within her memories and with her refreshingly honest avatar, they'd missed her.

And they thought that by this time...after walking through fire and losing their own arm. They thought that after cutting their hair and tearing out their roots to follow her across the stars, that they could match her.

But Tsze is so much more complicated than that.

Inadquacy is a familiar feeling. So they'd often countered that with indifference. The problem is they're so far away from their spot in that chair and from plants they could listen to. They're so far away from their equivalent of pot and soil, and it takes very little to knock their new confidence aside.

(They're trying, trying so hard to rise on their weak stem to meet her starlight.)

It might not be enough. Not when there's someone named Nusakhan. A human. (Great.) A pretty human with fine features and a smile as dynamic as Tsze's. (Oh no.) A pretty human with a great smile and a dream that required traveling the stars. (Fuck.)

The worst part is that Nusakhan is so friendly. Pi3 has no recourse but to return his warm greeting with a stitled one of their own.

He clings to Tsze in the way a parasitic vine may cling to a healthy tree. (Although, they're judgement is clouded with green. So much green and so much red in their sight.)

How does a small little uncertain plant keep in pace with a two brilliant stars. How do you compare petals to flares?

Tsze doesn't seem to notice. She's called away by another one of her group of stars. She leaves Pi3 with a soft kiss. Something far too intangible to give them assurance in their current state. They're waning, and yet they still feel thoroughly inadequate.

They look after Tsze with a look that says something along the lines of "I love you" and "Oh god, you're leaving me."

"She's amazing." Nusa ventures quietly once Tsze has disappeard around the corner of the spick and span white hallway.

Pi3 lets their displeasure color their expression. They're unamused. Their purple hair falls forward over their shoulders as they lean forward. (Something they'd seen Tsze do when she was trying to intimidate her prey.)

"Yes. She is. She always has been." They answer steadily.

And Nusa does the most infuriating thing. He laughs.

"You're just as amazing, Pi3 Ori."

Pi3 is thrown off kilter. Again. Confusing. Still too new to this deep love of theirs. "I mean, I don't just mean your accomplishments with botanical research...I know it's just a hobby for you...but it's my dream to be just as great as you."

Pi3 remains silent. Their cheeks flush in that same sickly shade of indigo they so hate.

"I'm not trying to replace you...in any way. At all. Tsze needs someone to help her stay still. She's always had to move for others...I think she needs someone she can rest with."

Pi3 remains still. Their flush creeps down their neck and blooms across their ears and collar bone.

"Be a good home to her, Pi3 Ori." Nusa grins, and with that same flare only a star would be capable of,  he shifts his attention to another one of the crew...another star in a constellation that may not have room for a plant.

But perhaps, being a fixed star with their own gravity, Pi3 can give Tsze a home within their own little orbit.

Oh god. They've mixed up all the metaphors.

[panda013]

my waifu is Extra (tm)

( @miraculousturtle, I’m talking to you)

[emberglows]

I love when you call me your human friend because it makes me so curious about your non-human friends!

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[princessofharte]

Everyone go follow @miraculousturtle. She's awesome and you won't regret it!