#vipernoire

[airi-p4]

Hey @keentrigger (why can’t I tag you??)  

Remember how you let me choose who to draw for your request? Well, I have no self-control so I drew ViperNoire too, using @livrever​ / Mal’s request as a base because I LOVE THEM. 

Enjoy 💙

Have a wonderful day 💙💙💙

[lineith]

Exactly one month ago was Pocky day in Japan. I’m fashionably late to the party, as always~ Viperion brought some Pocky to patrol and Vantacat happens to be a fan of those. I finally put my own designs to good use. |Check my Miraculous Ladybug tag for redesigns and lukanette content| |DO NOT REPOST MY WORK|

[nerdypanda3126]

Hot and Cold – Chapter 4

Marinette plucks up the courage to tell Luka her real name and Luka tries not to die of cuteness. 

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Marinette wrung her hands as she paced back and forth along the Seine, taking a few steps towards the Liberty, then chickening out and doubling back before forcing herself to turn back around. 

She’d been doing this since she left the bakery. The whole time she was trying to talk herself into and then back out of what she was doing. Plagg had already resigned himself to sleeping in her pocket, but every once in a while she heard a very obvious, very annoyed snore emanate from where he was stashed.

But this was crazy. It wasn’t like Viperion liked Marinette, he liked Lady Noire. And she just happened to be behind the mask and she wasn’t nearly as brave as her hero alter ego and what if she got there and he wrinkled his nose and turned her away? 

She stopped and spun back for the bakery, dejected, before his words from last night rang in her head. He said she was welcome any time. And he said that after he knew—or at least saw—who she was. So that meant he wanted her there, right? 

Her feet spun her back around and she set her jaw against that awful voice in the back of her mind. He said she was welcome. He wanted to see her. At the very least, she could tell him her name and then that could be it. If he didn’t want to take her out after all, if he decided he didn’t like her after all— 

She froze in her tracks and her eyes widened in horror as she turned back around hurriedly. 

“Nope, nope, nope,” she muttered to herself. 

Plagg yawned loudly and came out of her pocket to nestle into her hair. She would’ve admonished him for being out so obviously if she wasn’t preoccupied being… a total chicken. 

She stopped again. What if he did want to see her? What if he did still want to take her on that date and what if he did still like her? Wasn’t that a possibility too? She bit her lip and changed direction again. 

“You know, I’m not really an expert or anything,” Plagg drawled lazily, “but you seem to be struggling with something.” 

“He’s Luka Couffaine, Plagg,” she said, like that explained everything.

“And?" 

"And…" She twisted her fingers together harder. "And I'm maybe a little afraid of him?" Plagg snorted at her and she couldn’t help but pout up at him. “What?” 

“Nothing, nothing,” he said quickly, and she stopped in her tracks to wait for the inevitable ‘but’ she knew was coming. “But you didn’t seem all that afraid of him when you were mooning over his poster,” Plagg muttered into her hair. 

She had to hide her burning face in her hands. Of course he would bring that up right now. The mortified groan she let out was muffled by her fingers and Plagg cackled. 

“I have a poster of him in my bedroom!” She whisper-shouted back at him, exasperated. She started pacing back and forth instead and waving her arms around to emphasize her points.  “What if he thinks I’m some crazy stalker? Then he’ll never want to speak to me again and then I’ll have to give up my Miraculous out of shame and then I’ll never see you or him ever again and I’ll have to move to a deserted island and live out the rest of my days alone!” 

She threw herself down on a nearby bench, pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes, and forced herself to take a few calming breaths like Vi taught her to. Catastrophizing, he’d called it. Always thinking the worst would happen. She could almost hear his chuckle when he caught her doing it and feel his hand on her elbow to keep her grounded there with him. She didn’t know if that made it better or worse, because now her heart was pounding, too. 

“Hey, kid,” Plagg said then, which made her peek out to look at him. “He might be some cool rockstar wannabe—” he rolled his eyes at that and waited until she stuck her tongue out at him and he’d stuck his back out at her to continue seriously. “...But he’s also your partner.” 

For the first time since she’d left the bakery, her shoulders relaxed. 

Plagg was… right, wasn’t he? Luka Couffaine was Viperion, and Viperion was Luka Couffaine. So every moment she’d spent with him was just that. Time spent with him. Every time they’d fought together. Every time they’d helped each other. Every late night conversation and every pastry she’d brought him and every time he’d hummed a bit of a song he was working on and every time his smile lit up all of Paris for her.

She knew him. 

And he knew her.

She took one more deep breath and smiled at Plagg, thanking him, before she started walking purposefully toward the Liberty.

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Luka was humming tunelessly to himself as he fought with the hopelessly tangled rigging. It wasn’t really that it needed doing, but it gave his mind and his fingers something to do other than worrying. It wasn’t helping though, because it was only making him frustrated on top of worried. 

Juleka sighed in his general direction for what felt like the thousandth time that day and he tossed her a glare. 

“Stop,” he said, a bit harshly, admittedly, but she’d been sighing at him ever since he told her what happened. “I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

“Yeah, you’re fine,” she snarked back, setting aside the magazine she’d been pretending to read. “You just had a sudden craving for rope splinters.” She walked over and tugged the rope out of his hands and put it aside pointedly. When he started picking at his chipped nail polish instead, she smirked. 

“Okay, you got me,” he said irritably, forcing his hands to still before he sighed deeply. “I think I screwed everything up.” 

“Probably.” 

He glared at her again, but she met his gaze evenly and he relented. 

“You should’ve seen the way she looked at me.” His eyes fell back to his hands. He had torn them up pretty good with the ropes, but it was nothing a bit of rubbing alcohol and time wouldn’t fix. 

Time. He scoffed at himself as his eye caught on the silver bangle that had a permanent spot on his left wrist. Ironic that he wished he could redo something. But if nothing else, the reveal was still a good thing. They’d never had a way to contact each other outside of the masks and now… 

Now she probably wouldn’t ever talk to him again, anyways. 

“Yeah, no kidding,” Juleka said, and when he looked up she was smirking again, but not at him, and there was a devilish gleam in her eyes that he didn’t like. “Kind of a cross between star-struck and about to throw up.” 

He squinted at her suspiciously. “...Yeah, actually. How did you know?” 

Her impish grin widened and she gestured with her head to something behind him. “I think that’s for you.” 

“What’s…?” He turned to look and—

Holy shit it was her. Lady Noire. Or, well, civilian Lady Noire since he hadn’t gotten her name. She was standing at the edge of the gangplank and twisting her fingers behind her back as she tipped up on her toes and settled back on her heels, making her skirt swish around her knees with the movement. He’d recognize that adorable nervous energy anywhere, but to top it off he just barely caught a black flash as Plagg phased into her purse.

He was standing—when did he stand?—and he waved woodenly. Juleka smacked the back of his head fondly before she disappeared into the interior of the boat. He let the momentum carry him forward until he was at the other end of the gangplank and helping her across it. 

Her hand was so small in his. How had he never noticed? And when she started to totter, he wrapped a steadying arm around her waist and his heart nearly choked him. He’d steadied her so many other times, and in a skintight catsuit, no less, but this… this was something else entirely. 

When they were safely on deck, he let her go and took a good step back to try to make her more comfortable. But the way he was staring definitely wasn’t helping. She was so incredibly cute and soft in her fluffy coat and pink skirt, but there was also a nod to her alter ego with the black tights and knee high boots. She was so inherently Lady Noire and so inherently… herself. 

She was biting her lips and twisting her hands together still and waiting for him to say something, but he was too caught in her eyes—her real eyes, blue, not green, and so clear and beautiful—to even form a word.  

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she asked nervously, then her eyes widened in horror. “Ohmigod, I’m so sorry, that was so awful.” Her face disappeared behind her hands, but the glimpse he got of it was bright red. It broke him out of his stupor and he chuckled as he rested his hands on her elbows, holding her lightly to ground her. Like he always did when Lady Noire got flustered.

“Actually it was kinda cute,” he admitted. She peeked out at him and he smiled back. “Hi.” 

Little by little, her shoulders came down and finally she sighed. “How do you do that?” 

He hadn’t even noticed that he’d unintentionally pulled her closer while he was trying to calm her down and now she was close enough that she had to look up at him. He squeezed her arm gently before he forced himself to pull away. 

“Practice,” he said, and flashed a teasing grin at her. 

She rolled her eyes back at him and crossed her arms haughtily, turning away from him. He had to remind himself that she wasn’t suited up. That was classic Lady Noire and if he’d doubted at all that she was his partner, that would’ve confirmed it. It was a relief she was treating him like they were just on patrol, like it was just another night. Even if it meant she was putting the mask back on mentally. 

He tugged on one of her pigtails playfully and it startled her into turning back to him. He was grinning now, but he couldn’t seem to help it. She clamped her hands down over her hair, protecting it, pouting, and he laughed. 

“Lukaaa,” she whined. 

It was his turn to blush. She’d taken that tone before when he was Viperion, but it was so much different hearing her say his actual name like that—like they were friends in real life as well as hero life. Maybe she’d gotten over being star-struck? Maybe this could actually work. They could work. 

She must’ve caught on that something had affected him, because she was blushing again, too, and her eyes darted away as she started biting her lip again. 

“Is it… okay?” she asked quietly. “That I call you that, I mean.” 

“It’s my name,” he said, a bit stupidly, he had to admit. “Of course it’s okay. I just wish I knew yours, too.” 

She swallowed hard and took a deep breath before she met his eyes again and held his gaze. For all of two seconds, at least. Then they were back on the toes of her boots and Plagg muttered something from her bag—or at least he assumed the kwami said something because Lady Noire huffed out another breath and grouched, “I am not stalling.” 

“You are,” Luka agreed, teasing, and she flashed a glare at him. He grinned innocently back. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me,” he continued after a moment. “I can call you something else if you want.” 

“Like what?” 

“... Kitty?” he suggested. “That’s like a girl’s nickname, right?” 

The way her face flushed was either a resounding ‘no’ or it meant that she liked it more than she’d like to admit. 

“Okay, no,” he said, chuckling despite himself. "Maybe I can guess?" 

She shook her head hard enough that her pigtails smacked her cheeks. "Plagg's right," she sighed, "I mean, he usually is, but this time he's really right." She took a deep breath—one he recognized because he'd taught her how to do them—and squeezed her eyes shut, hard, like if she looked at him she'd lose her nerve.

“Ma-Ma-Marinette,” she finally stuttered out. “I’m Marinette.”

Thankfully there was a crate behind him to fall on because for some reason hearing her real name knocked his knees out from under him. 

“Marinette,” he repeated breathlessly. 

“Yeah, uh, Dupain-Cheng. My parents own the bakery across from the Place des Vosges, you know, the one with the fountains? I think we’ve been there before together, probably one time I brought you pastries, there’s always extras at the bakery and it’s a shame for them to go to waste, especially when we have a late patrol and you said you liked the macarons so much and…” 

She was rambling, apparently oblivious to his internal meltdown. He heard most of it, but it was washing over him without absorbing. 

“...Are you okay?” 

While he hadn’t been able to function, she’d knelt beside him and laid a hand on his knee, trying to catch his eyes. He laid his hand over hers absent-mindedly and nodded. 

“Better than. I just…” He met those gorgeous blue eyes and lost his train of thought. He must’ve been making some stupid face because she hid a giggle behind her hand. 

“Guess it’s not just the cold that makes you freeze.” 

“No,” he choked out, “apparently not.” 

Her head tilted at his tone, exactly like it would’ve if she was in the mask, and it helped things click together for him. It wasn't like she was different this way, she was still the same Lady Noire, and still his partner. It was just that knowing her name, and seeing her in person, and hearing that she had parents that he could meet—should meet, he reminded himself—it made it all so real. She wasn’t some unreachable, unknowable ideal. She was here. 

He reached out to cup her cheek in his hand and she blushed, but she didn’t pull away from him. 

“Marinette,” he repeated again, stroking his thumb along her cheekbone, much like he had the other night before they’d had their reveal. Her cheek was just as soft now as it always was. 

She giggled nervously, but held his gaze. “Yes, Luka?”

His mouth had gone dry and he swallowed, hoping his words came out in the right order. “Can I kiss you?” 

She let out a small “eep” as her face turned crimson again. 

“...Or take you to the movies, or walk you home, or just… sit here and stare at you?” He gave her what he hoped was a roguish grin but was probably another lovesick smile. “Whatever you want to do, I just want to spend time with you.”

She was twisting her fingers together again and he took one of her hands in his to help. She stared at their joined hands before she took another deep breath. 

“I kinda… did tell my mom…” Her eyes flicked nervously up to his. “I was going on a date?” 

His hand tightened around hers reflexively. Date. A date. With Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He was nodding before he even realized it. 

“Yes,” he managed to croak out. “Absolutely.” 

He stood and helped her up with him, although that was more to keep himself from falling down again than anything else. She seemed to sense how unsteady he was because she looped her arm through his and stayed close. 

“So… Movie?” she asked, but he heard her nerves come back in full force. When she looked up at him, he got lost in those eyes again and could only smile back at her. Her cheeks pinked as she ducked to hide her face in his shoulder. “You have to talk, Vi, or I’m just going to like self-combust over here.” 

“Sorry,” he said, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders instead. “I was wishing the cat had my tongue.” He laughed and rubbed her shoulder as she squeaked again. 

She nuzzled further into him and a rush of warmth and excitement hit him like a wave when he barely heard her reply, “Later.”

[gemshine]

AU where it is too dangerous to have the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses out in the world at the same time so in this timeline a different duo is chosen to protect Paris.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Vipernoire is so much crueler then Viperbug to Adrien.

Because Adrien has to not only watch his soulmate get taken, but he has to watch Plagg helping this happen. That’s like a double betrayal.

[brickercupmasterx3]

Another ViperNoire~ This time a kissy pic, because Lady Noire was gonna get her kisses one way or another. <3 (That and I didn’t want there to be lack of ViperNoire content.)

My next one’s probably going to be a LukaNoire (Luka/Lady Noire.) and then I’ll take a break from Mari in this form. I have other pic ideas in mind regarding Lukanette.

[bloody-no-kissu]

LUKANETTE MONTH Day 1: First Meeting/Day 21: Kwami Swap

LUKANETTE MONTH Day 1: First Meeting/Day 21: Kwami Swap

@ lukanette-mes 

“You are not Chat Noir”

Viperion didn’t expect to see a girl on the roof when he followed the tracker of his lyre with the Chat Noir’s symbol so they could start their patrol.

The girl in black turned with a big smile towards Viperion, her long braid moving slightly behind her like a cat's tail.

"Nope, I'm not a handsome boy." She approached Viperion with soft steps, without taking the hypnotic green eyes of the snake hero.

Viperion looked at her carefully for a few moments, trying to decide if she was an enemy or ally when he remembered the Reflekdoll incident.

"You are Ladybug"

The girl let out a soft laugh, getting closer to Viperion until there was almost no space between them. The long braid/tail of the heroine moved closer to him until it clung gently to Viperion's arm.

"It's Lady Noire tonight, handsome." Lady Noire's hand went to the other hero's chin, stroking it with her forefinger as if Viperion was the cat. Lady Noire's smile widened when Viperion's cheeks turned a bit red. “I will be your patrol companion tonight since Chat is busy”

But to the heroine's surprise, Viperion frowned, taking Lady Noir's hand gently but firmly away from his chin.

"What...?"

"I would appreciate if you didn't do that," Viperion began, stepping back, causing the girl's tail to release him. "I have a girlfriend, thank you very much"

Lady Noire looked at him confused for a few seconds, her big green eyes blinking in confusion and surprise, but almost immediately, she smiled again.

"Oh! Of course! I'm sorry” She didn't look regretful at all while she sat on the roof beckoning Viperion to follow her example. “She is a lucky girl, having you as a boyfriend must be like a dream come true”

Viperion looked at her with an eyebrow raised as he sat beside her, a little confused as to how she acted. Normally Ladybug was serious about her work as a hero, seeing her so relaxed was a bit strange for him.

"Is it because of the Black Cat’s Miraculous?"

"So," Lady Noire interrupted his thoughts, all smiles to the point where Viperion thought she should be called Lady Cheshire or something. “Tell me about your girlfriend”

"Eh...?"

“Don't worry handsome, no names. I just want to know what kind of girl can take you off the market,” she said, winking at him.

Viperion only roll his eyes, but he wasn't going to waste an opportunity to talk about his girlfriend.

So Viperion start talking.

He told her about how beautiful Marinette was, with her bright blue eyes, in which he could get completely lost in her vast blue just by looking at them. Her pretty hair that she always wore in cute pigtails, confessing that he would love to be able to comb it in different ways if only an excuse to be able to caress it more often. Her adorable freckles that he loved to trace with his fingers, counting them distractedly while imagining that they were small and pretty constellations on her face.

Viperion practically sang while telling her about how creative and talented Marinette is, how she could transform anything into a piece of art. How intelligent she is, how she could come up with effective solutions to any problem so quickly that her never ceased to surprise him. Her kindness knew no limits, she always tried to help and make everyone around her happy, many times he worried that Marinette could fall exhausted by all the effort that she put in all around her.

He continued about how much he loves Marinette. How much he enjoyed spending time with her, even if they were only working on their hobbies. As he loved having her in his arms, she is the perfect height to be able to comfortably surround her in his arms, with red cheeks he whispered in a soft and loving voice ho he love her kisses, whether they be shy quick kisses on his cheek or long and passionate on his lips.

Lady Noire had a big but soft smile on her lips, listening completely flushed and flattered as her boyfriend continued to speak wonders about her.

"Luka, you're too adorable"

[sidsinning]

Vipernoire but both of them have slit eyes. Also marinette’s costume and eyes are blue tinted rather than green. Just imagine

Aaaaaaahhh that'd be beautiful ❤❤❤