Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: Adrien always knew he was in love with Ladybug. He just never thought she’d love him back. (a commission for @kaligulas)

i.

“There’s this boy,” she tells him on a quiet summer evening, when the moon is high and stars are bright. “I’m in love with him.”

Chat Noir has known this for quite some time, ever since she’d confessed that night on the balcony in the warm glow of candlelight, hands clenched desperately against her chest. She’d apologized to him for not returning his feelings, the same feelings that never faded, that still burn hot every time he looks at her.

He doesn’t know why she’s telling him this.

“Who is it?” he still asks, the same question he always has. Tossing it up in the middle of the night, like a coin flip for heads or tails, he wonders who has captured Ladybug’s heart.

It’s been almost a year since the night he confessed, six months since they defeated Hawkmoth, three weeks since Ladybug broached the subject of revealing their true identities to each other now that the real evil was gone.

He doesn’t expect an answer—nor does he expect anything to change.

Which is why he’s stunned when Ladybug simply turns to him and smiles, pauses, then says, “Don’t you know, Chat Noir? It’s always been you.”

ii.

He’s never wanted to broach the subject with her.

Do you ever think you could fall for me? Do you ever think you’ll see me as anything other than a friend? Do you ever think you could love someone like me? Do you ever think you’d love me without the mask?

Chat Noir promises himself that he’ll never ask her these questions. It’d spare him the heartache if her answer is no. But then again, he’s used to jumping into heartache like people jump into puddles, soaked and splashing with rain-slick skin as he dances across the pavement. Even though it’s still pouring, he keeps dancing, keeps jumping, keeps trying because the alternative is growing cold and numb, and not feeling anything at all.

So he lets the silence pass by until the moment is right, and he finally asks, “What do you mean?” But what he really asks is, Are you in love with me?

And, surprisingly, her answer is, “Yes.”

iii.

“Marinette,” he whispers, the name falling easy from his lips like a waterfall.

Because of course, it’s her.

It’s always been her, and suddenly things click into place. It’s in the way she holds herself, the confidence and ease of someone accustomed to being authority, with the grace of a girl who grew up dancing across rooftops. It’s in her bright eyes, as blue as the sky, but flecked gray like a summer rainstorm, and in her dark hair and red ribbons.  

It’s in all those little ways, not just the big things, that make Marinette Dupain-Cheng the perfect Ladybug.

“It’s me,” she says with a soft laugh.

The warm breeze blows past, whipping her dark fringe out of her face. She glows under the starlight, skin pale in the darkness, but the night is so beautiful and so is she, and Chat Noir can’t be any happier.

Adrien can’t be happier.

“So I know you,” he says, “and you know me. That makes things easier then, right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He just smiles and bows, his transformation dropping, and then he’s Adrien Agreste. He glances up at her with a sharp smirk, green eyes glittering.

“Hello, m’lady. Nice to finally meet you.”

iv.

Adrien thinks he knows what love is.

They sit under the silver moonlight on Marinette’s balcony, bundled under a red and black throw, and stare out over the city. There’s laughter in the lines around his lips, smiles that stretch wide on Marinette’s face, and words fall easy like breath into the space between them. The cool air is more of a kiss than a bite on this late evening, but Adrien still pulls her close, hands clasped together in his lap.

“We could’ve saved so much time,” he says, “If we’d confessed a lot sooner. No awkward fumbling about which of me you like better.”

“Well…” Marinette’s cheeks are dusted pink, and it’s not from the cold. “How was I supposed to know? It’s not my fault you’re so good at keeping secrets.”

They sit in silence, finding comfort between the silence of one another’s heartbeats, until Adrien finally leans close.

Hot breath tickles her ear. “So what made you decide Chat Noir was better than Adrien anyway?”

Marinette lets out a squawk of surprise and hits him across the chest. Adrien doesn’t mind, though.

He keeps on laughing.

v.

“There’s this boy,” she says, “I’m in love with him.”

“Who is it?” he asks.

Of all her answers, he’d never once thought it’d be him.

Summary: Adrien always knew he was in love with Ladybug. He just never thought she’d love him back. (a commission for @kaligulas)

i.

“There’s this boy,” she tells him on a quiet summer evening, when the moon is high and stars are bright. “I’m in love with him.”

Chat Noir has known this for quite some time, ever since she’d confessed that night on the balcony in the warm glow of candlelight, hands clenched desperately against her chest. She’d apologized to him for not returning his feelings, the same feelings that never faded, that still burn hot every time he looks at her.

He doesn’t know why she’s telling him this.

“Who is it?” he still asks, the same question he always has. Tossing it up in the middle of the night, like a coin flip for heads or tails, he wonders who has captured Ladybug’s heart.

It’s been almost a year since the night he confessed, six months since they defeated Hawkmoth, three weeks since Ladybug broached the subject of revealing their true identities to each other now that the real evil was gone.

He doesn’t expect an answer—nor does he expect anything to change.

Which is why he’s stunned when Ladybug simply turns to him and smiles, pauses, then says, “Don’t you know, Chat Noir? It’s always been you.”

ii.

He’s never wanted to broach the subject with her.

Do you ever think you could fall for me? Do you ever think you’ll see me as anything other than a friend? Do you ever think you could love someone like me? Do you ever think you’d love me without the mask?

Chat Noir promises himself that he’ll never ask her these questions. It’d spare him the heartache if her answer is no. But then again, he’s used to jumping into heartache like people jump into puddles, soaked and splashing with rain-slick skin as he dances across the pavement. Even though it’s still pouring, he keeps dancing, keeps jumping, keeps trying because the alternative is growing cold and numb, and not feeling anything at all.

So he lets the silence pass by until the moment is right, and he finally asks, “What do you mean?” But what he really asks is, Are you in love with me?

And, surprisingly, her answer is, “Yes.”

iii.

“Marinette,” he whispers, the name falling easy from his lips like a waterfall.

Because of course, it’s her.

It’s always been her, and suddenly things click into place. It’s in the way she holds herself, the confidence and ease of someone accustomed to being authority, with the grace of a girl who grew up dancing across rooftops. It’s in her bright eyes, as blue as the sky, but flecked gray like a summer rainstorm, and in her dark hair and red ribbons.  

It’s in all those little ways, not just the big things, that make Marinette Dupain-Cheng the perfect Ladybug.

“It’s me,” she says with a soft laugh.

The warm breeze blows past, whipping her dark fringe out of her face. She glows under the starlight, skin pale in the darkness, but the night is so beautiful and so is she, and Chat Noir can’t be any happier.

Adrien can’t be happier.

“So I know you,” he says, “and you know me. That makes things easier then, right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He just smiles and bows, his transformation dropping, and then he’s Adrien Agreste. He glances up at her with a sharp smirk, green eyes glittering.

“Hello, m’lady. Nice to finally meet you.”

iv.

Adrien thinks he knows what love is.

They sit under the silver moonlight on Marinette’s balcony, bundled under a red and black throw, and stare out over the city. There’s laughter in the lines around his lips, smiles that stretch wide on Marinette’s face, and words fall easy like breath into the space between them. The cool air is more of a kiss than a bite on this late evening, but Adrien still pulls her close, hands clasped together in his lap.

“We could’ve saved so much time,” he says, “If we’d confessed a lot sooner. No awkward fumbling about which of me you like better.”

“Well…” Marinette’s cheeks are dusted pink, and it’s not from the cold. “How was I supposed to know? It’s not my fault you’re so good at keeping secrets.”

They sit in silence, finding comfort between the silence of one another’s heartbeats, until Adrien finally leans close.

Hot breath tickles her ear. “So what made you decide Chat Noir was better than Adrien anyway?”

Marinette lets out a squawk of surprise and hits him across the chest. Adrien doesn’t mind, though.

He keeps on laughing.

v.

“There’s this boy,” she says, “I’m in love with him.”

“Who is it?” he asks.

Of all her answers, he’d never once thought it’d be him.

Juleka making sure Rose is okay

grooming i.e. “Plagg doing cat things”

SUPER LATE IN UPLOADING MY PIECE FOR THE @miraculeanonmezine, so sorry, but here it is!

You can get the full zine by going to this link. All donations are welcomed and appreciated. I’m honored to have made a piece for this wonderful zine!

Based on this text (x) by @frostedpuffs​.

I COULDN’T RESIST DRAWING THIS AND I REGRET NOTHING.

Bonus:

Open image in a new tab and fullview for the love of God. Curse you, tumblr formatting!! *shakes fist*

Blame @hchano because I was like “it should wait until after Christmas, it’s sad” and she was like “POST IT”.

But She Doesn’t Come

At the sudden stab of pain, he clutched his side with renewed attention, letting a wry smile slide over his lips as he felt the blood slip between his fingers. He’d joked it off to Hawk Moth’s face, but as he leaned into the shade in the corner of the dusty roof Chat had to admit the truth, even if only to himself.

Tilting his head what little he could, he searched the skies for a familiar silhouette, squinting against the sun and hoping beyond hope for that shadow to cross his vision. But he knew better. Still, he’d wanted to at least… He closed his eyes, and imagined her in his mind instead.

Damn. He was going to make her cry. A single tear rolled down his cheek, but his catlike grin never wavered.

He was still Chat Noir, after all.

Does this even count as a fic? Idk. Anyway, I was imagining Chat gets hurt in battle while LB is off somewhere (maybe one of those eps where she doesn’t have her priorities straight and hugely regrets it lol), and he manages to fight off the enemy, but is fatally injured. He tries to find LB (to say goodbye???) but he can’t, so when he can’t move anymore he just waits and watches the sky, hoping she’ll find him, but she doesn’t come. 

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Breathing hard, Ladybug purified the akuma and set a butterfly free; one more citizen rescued from Hawkmoth’s akumas. She smiled before taking off across the rooftops to find Chat Noir, to let him know the danger was gone.

“Chat, where are you?” she called out, but got no answer. They shouldn’t have split up, but it had been necessary to beat the akuma. After all, the akuma had allowed The Multiplier to create a twin of himself. Ladybug stayed to fight one twin and Chat left to follow the other.

After a few minutes of searching, Ladybug heard the beep that signaled that her miraculous was about to run out. “I better find Chat soon,” she said to herself.

Ladybug neared her own home when she saw it. A golden bell shining in the evening sun. Her stomach turned as she bent down to pick it up, shaking it, and it let out a small jingle.

She lifted her head and looked around her. “Chat?” she called nervously. “Chat!”

Soon, Ladybug passed a rooftop and, looking down, saw him. Adrian.

He was bleeding from a wound on his stomach, his hand covered in blood where it covered the wound. But that didn’t stop the blood from dripping town his torso to the ground, where a pool of blood lay beside Adrian. 

“Adrian, what-?” Ladybug whispered, slowly inching towards him. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the scene before her. 

His eyes were closed, but a small smile was on his face. He didn’t move, his chest didn’t rise, his eyes didn’t open when Ladybug said his name. 

Ladybug fell to her knees beside Adrian and lifted her hand to his face. But it was the hand that held the bell, and the bell fell to the ground as she opened her fist. Her eyes left Adrian’s face and rested to look at the fallen bell on the ground.

She felt her heart skip a beat, her breath caught in her chest as though she would never take a clean breath again. She grabbed the hand of Adrian’s that covered the wound, feeling the blood cover her own hand as she did, and her eyes lifted back to Adrian’s face. 

“Chat?” she whispered. 

The, the last beep sounded on her miraculous as her disguise disappeared to show her true self. And as the last of her disguise faded, Marinette felt the first tear of many fall down her cheek.

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Also this was supposed to be my reaction^ but now it makes me think this is the face Ladybug is making, too. 

PS, in my mind since she purified the Akuma, Chat is going to be fine in just a second D: OR MAYBE SHE HAS TO GET MULTIPLIER’S AKUMA, TOO?? TO SAVE HIM??? GUYS, SOMEONE RESCUE HIM PLEASE.

Sometimes making sad stuff is like falling on your own sword because it’s like ‘ho ho ho, this will be so sad, yesss, they will all- wait, what is this water pouring from my eyes?’