Sep 7, 2024
you know what, who told me going to sleep was easy. THIS IS SO HARD...
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you know what, who told me going to sleep was easy. THIS IS SO HARD...
I keep forgetting to post links to my fics lol
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27800323/chapters/68059474#workskin
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Here's the jmart one I'm currently working on! Bakery aus for all!
Posted a fic on AO3! Whoooo! Idk, I’m pretty tired, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24014125/chapters/57773506
Shall We Dance: Pt 5
This is the final part I intend to write for this story. I really hope you enjoy!
Part 1 Part 4
"...I should get home." Cat said, leaping onto the railing and crouching.
"Okay, but first." Marinette hugged him tightly, "Thank you for tonight, Cat."
"Of course, Marinette." Cat smiled, hugging her back.
After a long moment, Mari pulled away, just far enough to look him in the face. She felt her breath catch in her lungs as those bright green eyes fell onto her. He was leaning towards her and she couldn't help but be drawn in.
Her hands found his lapels and pulled him into a kiss. He gasped when their lips met. Then they kind of… melted together into the kiss. Her hands threaded through his hair. He purred and pulled her closer to him by the waist.
He started to lean away after a moment but she chased after him, determined.
He laughed against her lips, "Princess, please."
Marinette's brain finally started back up and she bolted to the other side of the balcony in shock. Oh. Oh Kwami, had she really just done that? Tikki was going to just give her the most smug looks after this.
She buried her face in her hands, slid to the ground and groaned, "I'm so, so sorry."
"Marinette, it's okay." She could hear him step back onto the balcony and give a wry chuckle, "I just didn't want us to fall off the edge."
He crouched beside her, "Are you okay?"
"No. I shouldn't have done that. You're in love with Ladybug, not me." Marinette muttered.
"Hey," He brushed some hair behind her ear, "don't you take all the blame. I kissed you back."
She peeked through her fingers at him, "Still."
"I mean," He leaned back on his haunches, "it is the second you've thrown yourself at me."
She pushed his face away, blushing, "Shut. Up."
"There's my sassy Princess." Cat purred teasingly.
"You're the worst." Marinette grumbled.
He grinned and picked her up. She squeaked as he swung her in the air by her hips before placing her on her feet. She glower-pouted at him.
"And you seem okay again." Cat smirked. Marinette crossed her arms but nodded. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Alright, I'll see you soon, Princess. Good night. Try not to dream about me too much."
"You insufferable flirt." Marinette scowled.
Cat laughed, flashed her a wink and leapt from her balcony to the next roof.
She sighed, "Good night, Chaton."
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Shall We Dance
Because tumblr deleted this once now because it sucks and cuz Chat Blanc hurt.
Part 2
“A good evening to you, Marinette.” Cat Noir greeted as he landed on her balcony railings.
“Cat Noir, what’re you doing he-” Marinette froze when she saw him.
His usually unkempt mane was a sleek, slicked to the side affair. Gone was his skin tight leather and in its place, a beautifully designed black three piece suit that showed him off in all the right places. His baton was extended to walking stick length and his boots were replaced with dress shoes. The smile that rested under his mask was more tamed and nervous.
“So what do you think, princess?” He asked.
“I- Wh- wow, you clean up nice.” Marinette managed, blush engulfing her cheeks. She swallowed, “What’s the occasion?”
“I was thinking, maybe - and it’s totally fine if you decline - maybe I could chaperone you at your school dance?” Cat Noir offered awkwardly.
“I… How did you know I didn’t have a date? Or that the dance was tonight?” Marinette frowned.
Cat Noir nibbled his lip with a nervous chuckle, “I’d rather not get anyone in trouble… I might’ve heard a little bee talking to her friend while patrolling?”
“Ah, Chloe. I see.” She sighed.
“And, I mean, it’s totally cool and stuff if you weren’t planning on going and I don’t want to make it weird or anything. I just thought,” Cat Noir looked down at his feet, “that you deserved to have fun and enjoy the dance if you wanted to.”
Marinette laughed teasingly, “Well, maybe you should be offering to sneak Adrien out of his tower instead.”
“Yeahhh, I don’t think he and I are really each other’s type.” Cat Noir chuckled.
“Alright, well,” Marinette pushed off from her balcony railing, grinning, “I guess I’ll go get dressed for the dance. I’d suggest going down to the bakery but I have a feeling that’s not the best idea.”
“Probably not.” He agreed.
“I’ll be back asap.” Marinette hopped down her trapdoor into her room.
Part 2
Sabine the Instigator
Based on this post by @landturtlealyce. Quick disclaimer, this was written in a chat with @hellolovelyscientist so it’s not formatted the way I usually tend to write.
There is now a Part 2
Just imagine Sabine striding up to Gabriel's office and stating that Adrien will be marrying her daughter. And Gabe being so startled that he just blinks, speechless
Sabine: I see we're in agreement, excellent. Please be sure to inform Adrien he'll need to get her a ring. Have a good day, Monsieur Agreste.
Gabe: *blinking in shock still as Sabine heads out* ...Nathalie, what just happened?
Nathalie: It seems that Adrien is betrothed to Marinette Dupain-Cheng by her mother's decision.
Shall We Dance? Pt 3
This story just won’t leave me alone this weekend apparently lol. Enjoy!
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Marinette squinted at Cat when he gave the door keeper two tickets that he apparently already had. They headed inside, Cat's hands at the small of her back and holding one of hers respectively.
"So, did you have this planned or?" Marinette asked. She knew she didn't have to raise her voice, even with as loud as the music was.
They glided toward a more people-less area.
"Well, not exactly." Cat shrugged.
"What does that mean?" She scrutinized her partner.
Cat rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile, "Um, well, it's not like I could buy the tickets as Cat Noir, Princess."
"Did you buy the tickets?" Marinette frowned.
"Marinette! You made it!" Alya shouted, racing up to hug her best friend.
"Oh thank goodness." Cat muttered.
"I wasn't exactly planning to be here." Marinette admitted with amused eyes. She gestured at her partner, "You can thank the Cat for bringing me."
"Hey dude." Nino first bumped Cat.
"Hey, Nino, The DJ right?" Cat grinned.
Nino beamed proudly, "Yeah, that's me."
"Wait, you came with Marinette?" Alya asked.
Cat blinked but nodded, "Yeah, I did."
"I did just say that." Marinette crossed her arms.
Alya looked between them, confusion and curiosity furrowing her brows.
"What?" Marinette asked.
"Just a little surprised is all. I didn't realize you two were...close." Alya said.
"Well, we do try to keep it on the down low to keep Princess here safe." Cat shrugged.
Marinette tried to pull as much Ladybug luck as she could to make Alya ignore the pet name.
"Princess??" Alya's brows rose.
Marinette was not blushing, dang it. She wasn't going to facepalm either. Nope.
Cat, on the other hand, did blush as he realized his mistake, "Oh, uh, just a nickname."
"Princess is quite the endearment." Alya put her hands on her hips.
"Alya." Marinette sighed.
"Girl." Alya said.
"It's just a nickname. Drop it." Marinette crossed her arms.
Alya stared at her for a long, tense moment. Alya sighed, let her hands drop and nodded, "Okay."
"Alya," Nino moved to her side, offering a hand, "may I have this dance?"
"Yes." Alya grinned and took his hand.
Marinette let out a breath, running a hand down her face.
"She never stops being a journalist, does she?" Cat chuckled ruefully.
"You have no idea, Kit." Marinette shook her head.
There was a quiet moment between them. Marinette leaned into his side and looked up at him. He canted his head at her with a soft smile.
"Are you doing okay with all this noise? I know your hearing gets super sensitive when you're transformed." Marinette all but whispered.
"I'm okay right now. I've been working on my selective hearing, so I can block it out pretty well." Cat replied.
"Well if it gets not okay but you don't want to leave, I have some noise blocking headphones and ear plugs. So just let me know, okay? Or if you want to leave instead, cuz we can." Marinette said.
"Thank you, Princess." His smile grew warmer, "Though, I'm curious as to where you're keeping all that."
Marinette grinned mischievously, stepped away from her chaton and put her hands in her skirt's pockets.
Cat beamed, "Pockets! Awesome!"
Marinette laughed. He joined in. She noticed the look he was giving her and it warmed her to her core.
"C'mon," Marinette took his hands, "you can't just stand in the corner all night. It's a dance."
"You're right." Cat chuckled, his brilliant green eyes sparkling with amusement and fondness, "Are you leading me in the dance as well, Princess?"
"I might." Marinette said.
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Chat Blanc Angst
Hey, hey y'all, want some Chat Blanc angst? Cuz my brain just threw this at me, so here ya go. Tw for gore and major character death! Please enjoy!
Chat Blanc managed to steal her earrings, giggling and looking at them in admiration, “They really are as pretty as I remember them being.”
“Adrien ple-” Tikki began.
“Silence! I know you just want me to give them back so Buggaboo can stop me.” Chat Blanc huffed, “And I thought you were supposed to be more supportive of your wielders, Tikki.”
“Kitty, please, you got the Miraculous, you can stop now.” Marinette stepped forward cautiously, “We can go back and set things right and defeat Hawkmoth finally.”
“But why would I want to? He wants to bring back Mother.” Chat Blanc frowned at the horizon, “And I’m supposed to do what he says. Perfectly. Always.”
“But you don’t have to, Chaton. We can find another way to bring your mom back. We’re partners and I want to help you.” Marinette took another step forward.
Chat Blanc’s gaze snapped to her with a glower, “Oh? Do you now? And why should I believe that?”
“B-because-!” Marinette stammered.
“Because what, hm?” Chat Blanc was in her face now, hovering, eyes curious and furious all at once. Daring her to lie.
“Because you’re my best friend! Because we go through every battle together!” Marinette declared. She swallowed past her denial and her fear and spoke. Though it was barely above a whisper, “Because I love you, Chaton.”
“Oh Princess, tsk tsk.” Chat Blanc tutted. Marinette gasped then gurgled as Chat Blanc shoved his claws into her stomach. A fatal wound, tearing oh so many organs. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I thought you knew how I feel about liars.”
He pulled away and she crumpled to the ground, almost protectively around her wound. Chat Blanc caught movement in his periphery, “This one was hardly interesting, Alix. You can do better.”