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I'm only doing short, one-off stories for now while I dip my foot in the water, but I may be open to something long form or a series sometime in the future if all goes well! (For pay, ofc >:3)
<500 words | ~1 week
<1.5k words | ~2 weeks
I can't guarantee that the timeline will be completely accurate because life does as life wants, but I'll absolutely do my best to stick to it.
I'm comfortable writing: OCs*, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, non-human characters, reader insert, fandom content*.
I will not write: explicit abuse, gore, incest, pedophilia, beastiality, real people, necrophilia.
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I will choose whether or not to write NSFW on a case by case basis. If you unsure about anything, just ask!
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Summary: After a battle, Cat Noir has to detransform and find his own way home, but he's rescued by a prince(ss) charming who gets his heart racing more than fighting the akuma did.
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Adrien stares up at the blue-haired, black-eyed goddess that scoops him up.
Ladybug tightens her grip around his waist as they fly into the sky, tight enough that he won’t fall but not tight enough to crush him. Though if she did, he probably wouldn’t mind. She doesn’t speak to him or even look his way much, but her presence is much stronger with him as a civilian. Is this how she is with everyone?
The urge to crack a joke and make her laugh claws at his mind. Could he make her break her strong hero persona?
Her eyes follow a billboard they swing under.
Adrien tears his gaze away from her long enough to recognize his own body posed after a long shoot that took place just before the school year began.
He cringes at himself and leans just a little bit closer to Ladybug.
She smells like the croissants from his favorite bakery.
Does she frequent there too?
Have they been there at the same time?
“Are you okay?”
Adrien looks at her.
“Your heart is racing.”
She drops them both on top of an apartment building.
With the Eiffel Tower glowing behind her and the moon above their heads, Adrien can almost imagine them in a cheesy romance movie where she’s the lead and he’s an overlooked love interest.
They’re at the turning point where what he says next will set the tone for the rest of the movie.
He should stop staying up late with Plagg… it’s starting to interfere with his daily life.
“Do you want me to keep you lower to the ground?”
Adrien’s lips part.
The wind picks up and her hair flows along with it.
He almost misses the rapid beeps of her earrings. Time is running out.
“I don’t mind swinging through the air. As long as I’m not keeping you out too late.”
“I can spare a few minutes for you.”
Her cheeks dust pink in the moonlight.
Adrien hadn’t noticed before just how… human she looks.
She has to be, obviously, but with the way she usually presents herself, it’s almost hard to imagine.
“I just want to make sure you get home safe,” she admits.
“Well, if it’s not too much trouble…”
Ladybug smiles. “Come on.”
As he’s scooped up again, Adrien feels himself relaxing into her touch. It’s warm and indescribable. It’s the way he feels curling up with Plagg to watch bad movies or having breakfast with Nathalie in the mornings before school.
It’s how he used to feel before his mother passed away.
“Do you want to open your eyes?”
Adrien peeks at Ladybug.
“The skyline,” she says. “It’s not everyday someone gets to see it from here.”
Adrien turns to see Paris in all its glory while Ladybug swings them through the air.
In her arms, it’s more beautiful than he ever noticed before.
The city lights glitter together like stars on the ground, lighting up the boring, gray concrete buildings they’re around.
The cacophony of cars and people melt away the higher they fly.
“It’s beautiful,” he realizes.
Ladybug holds him closer. “How does it feel?”
Her voice just makes it all the more better.
“Perfect.”
“Maybe I’ll be able to take you home again sometime—not saying that I want you to get that close to another akuma! But… I just want you to be able to see this again.”
Adrien doesn’t look her way for fear that he might fall helplessly in love.
“I’ll keep an eye out for you,” he says. “And call for help any time I need to be rescued from my castle.”
Ladybug snickers. “Then call me your Prince Charming, my princess.”
His heart flutters.
The way his blood rushes to his face is shameful. He’s done plenty of things and been in more than enough situations with his career, but from Ladybug it feels different.
“And we’re almost at your castle.”
Adrien looks at his home, standing tall and foreboding in the distance, untouched by the glittering lights and muddled street noise, guarded by a brick wall and cameras all over that will shut her out as soon as he’s back inside.
“Do you want me to leave you at the door?”
He shakes his head. “Can you take me to my room? My window should be open.”
“Sure. Which side of the house?”
“Second floor, huge wall of glass, you can’t miss it.”
Ladybug lands on a roof across the street, but she doesn’t put Adrien down. She adjusts her arm under his legs.
“That’s all your room?”
He nods.
“It must be huge.”
“It’s… yeah, it is. But it’s lonely. Empty, I guess.”
“Then I’ll stop by and keep you company sometime.” She steps toward the edge. “Just say the word.”
She brings Adrien home, and leaps through the open window originally meant for Cat Noir.
He stands on his own in front of Ladybug in his bedroom. Even though she tries to keep it to herself, she scans his space and takes a mental note of things. She has that same calculating look as when she’s trying to figure out an akumatized villain.
When her eyes finally find him again, she smiles.
“You’ve got a lot in here.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah…”
“That’ll make things interesting when I visit. Maybe we could play basketball.”
Adrien meets her sweet, sincere smile and melts in his shoes.
“Thank you,” he says.
“No problem. It’s my job to make sure everyone gets home safe…” She starts to say more, then stops herself.
Adrien watches.
She chuckles dryly. “I’ll see you again sometime, alright?”
“I hope so.”
That smile comes back and she looks down as she backs away. “I’ll keep an eye out for you.”
“Get home safe!”
“I will. Don’t go getting into any more trouble.”
“I’ll do a better job of it.”
She spins her yo-yo, preparing to leave him alone in his room.
The AC jumps on and Adrien shivers in his t-shirt.
Ladybug takes a breath before she leaves for the night.
He watches her swing off into the night and leap from rooftop to rooftop toward the center of the city before there’s no trace of her.
Her scent still lingers on his nose, a light mix of florals and pastries, and his body suddenly feels much heavier as he readjusts to being on his own two feet.
Did she mean what she said about wanting to meet again?
“Mrrow?” Plagg chirps as he frees himself from Adrien’s school bag.
He looks at the kitten who floats lazily toward the couch.
“That was nice,” Plagg sighs. “Not having to bring ourselves home, getting carried like that.”
Adrien blushes. “It was.”
He joins Plagg on the couch and pulls the blanket over himself.
His kwami paws at the remote until the TV turns on.
“What’s this one?”
“I think it’s what we fell asleep watching last night. But it’s the same plot—” Plagg stretches, “—as always.”
Adrien pushes him out of the way.
“Stop putting your butt in my face.”
Plagg presses his face against his hand and purrs. “But I care about you so much!”
He rolls his eyes. “We’re supposed to be relaxing.”
“We could be if you would just let me love you.”
Adrien lifts up part of the blanket. “Just go to sleep. I’ll set a timer.”
“You and your timers…”
Plagg curls up as close as he can get to Adrien’s stomach and shuts his eyes. As soon as the blanket comes down again, he’s purring softly.
Adrien digs his phone out of his pocket and checks his notifications.
As always, there’s nothing.
Just before he can put it away and close his eyes, something pops up.
Marinette texted.
Hey! Just wanted to see if you were alright after the akuma attack earlier
Thought I saw you over there while I was running :p
He smiles as the feeling of Ladybug’s arms around him returns and he texts back.
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Friend met this sweet elder citizen, and i was so filled with awe when i saw the photos that i just had to try to immortalize how friend shaped she looks like
Summary: Some forces in this world are beyond control. If you're lucky, they'll willingly allow you control.
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At the time the world was created, there were two forces at war with one another. Their powers reigned over all else.
The Ladybug of Creation, who strove to build civilizations and help the creatures that inhabited it thrive.
The Black Cat of Destruction, who strove to challenge the limits of the world and use his powers without bound.
They rarely found a balance with one another, but they knew they couldn’t be without the other.
When Creation took over, chaos prevailed over all. People advanced too quickly and destroyed one another.
When Destruction took over, famine and sickness plagued the Earth. Nobody could advance and survival was rare.
With each tip of the scale in either direction, a new force was created:
Protection, who keeps those in the throes of violent times safe.
Subjection, who paralyzes those who oppose her will.
Transmission, who transforms those committed to a goal.
Emotion, who may imbue items with one’s emotion to aid in a mission.
Together, in harmony, these forces could keep the delicate balance humanity needed. But neither of them could handle the strength they wielded alone. With each new force, the balance became harder to maintain.
During the dawn of a new era, as humanity continued to grow, they realized the danger they posed with their raw abilities unchecked.
So they each created an item called a Miraculous to contain their overwhelming power and let it show at much smaller scales. Each force was reduced to a small animal-shaped creature called a kwami to help their Miraculous find someone worthy. Though each kwami may combine with their Miraculous and regain a fraction of their full ability, it is much safer for them to bond with a holder, someone to take on the power and merge with the kwami.
For centuries, the kwamis have been passed from holder to holder, with their memories wiped and true names lost along the way…
For decades, the Miraculous have been nearly forgotten…
For weeks, the Miraculous of Transmission and its kwami resembling a butterfly has been in use.
“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.
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Prompt: “Set your story in a place that has lost all color.”
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: Martin has recently lost his vision, and though it'll be a rough adjustment he knows that there's someone who will always be by his side to laugh through it all.
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“This beach really is something, huh?”
Martin sighs behind his sunglasses, locs strewn any kind of way over the towel. The sound of waves crashing against the shore nearly drags him away before he can form a response.
“Yeah,” he exhales into the warm, salty air. “Sure is.”
“You think you might wanna come inside soon?”
He crosses his arms behind his head. “It’s still nice out.”
“Well… it’s just…” Andy paces behind him. “Em already said she might not make it tonight, and the rest of the group is already inside playing games.”
“Go on inside. I’ll be there soon enough.”
“Are you sure you can... y'know... get back alright?”
“I’ve been here long enough. I think I know the way back to the house.”
He recalls the path in his head. There are fragrant flowers along it that he’s sure are always covered in bees. He’s heard their buzzing, though he’s been lucky enough not to find out.
“I’ll be back out here in an hour. Alright?”
“Take your time, Andy.”
“Shout if you need help getting back.”
“Got it.”
He waits for her to head up the creaky steps before he breathes with the sea.
Everyone’s been a lot nicer to him since his vision finally gave. They all acted like it wouldn’t ever happen, like if he just tried he’d overcome it. But it’s hard to ignore what’s in front of you. Or taken.
Martin got to enjoy the best of it, at least. For what good it did him.
He got to enjoy the sky and nature and the birds and the city. Got to meet his friends and learn their faces, learn their mannerisms and the way they’d make faces at him when he’d make jokes about his sight.
At least he won’t have to see them holding back their tears every time he bumps into something.
He got to fall in love with a woman so beautiful it almost made him believe he could cure his problem.
Martin tried everything for Emily, everything to save his vision. He spent years committing her face to memory in every way he could.
The first time he realized that she was the one, they had decided to go on a picnic. His vision was much worse by then, but good enough up close. Everything was more fuzzy shapes than anything solid, but the colors were bright as ever in the sun.
She was wearing something purple-ish blue with white pants, maybe. He can’t remember what he was wearing, but neutrals had been his thing for a while. There was their white and yellow blanket, a blue basket, and the green of the park around them and families laughing off in the distance.
Emily worked hard swatting away bugs for them and keeping their blanket clean. “I can’t stand those little things,” she huffed with that cute little southern twang. She never said where she was raised, but she couldn’t hide that part
“They’re just bugs.”
“They’re bees. You’re allergic.”
He chuckled. “I only swell up a little, it’s not that serious.”
“Any swellin’ you aren’t doin’ means I’m doin' my job.”
“Whatever you say, darlin.”
Emily hit his shoulder. “I’m gonna get you about making fun of me.”
“And I’m really scared for the day you do, because you’re gonna have a lot to get me for.”
She huffed and flipped her hair over her shoulder and her braids knocked the fork right out of Martin’s hand.
He felt around the blanket for it, and she paused.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She picked it up.
Martin smiled. “I know you’re upset, but that’s a little rude, Em.”
“I’mma have to feed you myself soon enough, aren’t I?” She joked.
“Why stop there? Chew it for me too.”
She lifted the white plastic fork up to his mouth.
“Open,” she said.
He did exactly as she asked.
“It’s not gonna be cute when I have to do it for real.”
“I’m losing my sight, not my ability to move.”
“How do I know that?”
“Give me my fork.”
He went to take it from her, but Emily moved it out of the way and behind her back.
“Nope. I gotta get my practice in.”
“Em, come on.”
“I’ll quit messing with you, how about that?”
Martin wanted to act like he didn’t like it, but there was no hiding anything from her, even then. He’d never been able to say no to her.
“Fine, go ahead.”
What started it, he can’t remember, but in no time they were throwing food back and forth. Her laughter kept him from complaining about the mess.
Then he reached into the basket and felt a flimsy plastic case and flipped it open thinking it was a container of grapes he could use as ammo, and he stuck his finger right into a cupcake.
Emily lunged at him, so he smeared it right on her face.
She gasped.
“Martin!”
While he was laughing, she pinned him down.
Her hair fell down nearly to his chest, thick and dark and smokey like wood. She’d been to a bonfire with some of their friends the night before and the smell lingered.
He pulled her closer too late to notice that she’d stuck her fingers into the cupcake too.
Cake and frosting were spread right across his own cheek and mouth, much more than the dab he’d left on her.
But there wasn’t much for a man to do with a beautiful woman on his stomach.
“I only brought one cupcake, so you’d better savor it,” she warned as she leaned down close.
The frosting on her cheek was white like marshmallow fluff, and it tasted like it too.
She giggled and licked the frosting off his cheek.
Apologetically, she adds, “I didn’t bring any wet wipes. Let me clean you off before the bees come back.”
Martin sat up smiling as stupid as he had probably looked with frosting on his face.
“That’s alright.”
She tore a couple paper towels off the roll she had tucked away in the basket and cleaned off her fingers and the rest of his face. If he could’ve made that moment last forever, he would. Emily got right up close, firewood and ash filled his nose, and wiped so carefully with a hand on his other cheek. Her fingers held him like glass and wiped him off like he could break.
“God, Martin, your smile it beautiful,” she muttered from her beautiful red lips. Her thumb rubbed his cheek, and he smiled even harder. “How?”
“Not as beautiful as yours.”
“As if you’d know.” She poked him. “You’re gettin’ ready to get a cane.”
He chuckled. “Isn’t that mean?”
“Nope.” She pulled back and went digging in the basket again.
When she turned, there was something stuck in her hair.
Yellow and buzzing loud.
“Em, freeze.”
“What?”
He was certain it was a bee that had gotten tangled in her braids. It only took a bit of shaking before it was stinging him and off somewhere out of his sight.
“You’re good to move again.” He put his finger up close to his face to check it out.
Emily grabbed his hand softly. “Baby, what happened?”
Then she saw the stinger and pulled it out.
“There was a bee trying to get you before I could.”
She scoffed. “Don’t go gettin’ yourself hurt anymore, mister.”
“I can’t help it. I live on the edge.”
Emily kissed his finger and curled his hand up in both of hers. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay. I don’t need anything happenin’ to you.”
“It was just a bee.”
“I know.”
Martin sighs.
Waves crash against the shore.
The air is salty and cooling down.
Footsteps come right down the middle of the old, creaky steps down to the water.
“It hasn’t been an hour,” he calls.
“But that tide’s gettin’ mighty high.”
Martin sits up and turns his head.
“I could barely find you in the dark.”
Sand crunches under her shoes.
“Honey, why aren’t you inside with everyone else?”
He can’t help but grin as Emily cups his cheeks and the scent of her citrus perfume gets stronger. Her breath fans over his face and her forehead touches his.
“I was waitin’ for you,” he whispers.
“I’m here.” Her hands clasp around his. “No need to go gettin’ yourself washed away.”
“Random question.”
“Hm?” She helps him stand up off the towel.
“Do you remember our first picnic?”
She sighs, but her smile must be bright.
Did she put on lipstick tonight?
He feels her hair, thick, long, and braided in his fingers.
“Were you reminiscing?”
“Always. I miss your face.”
His hand travels back up her hair to her cheek.
“You’ll always have it.” She nuzzles her face into his palm. “You can even feel the wrinkles as we start gettin’ old.”
He rubs her cheek with his thumb.
“I wish you could see your own face,” she mutters. “Martin, your smile is beautiful.”
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Every time I share a story anywhere, I feel like a child walking up to strangers and showing them a picture I drew with crayon that's a little crumpled because I didn't want to put it in a folder when I put it in my backpack so it got crushed by my My Little Pony lunchbox on my way out of school.
So, anyway, I've been rewriting Miraculous Ladybug and posting the chapters on AO3! It updates monthly. We're at five chapters now >:3
If you're into one-sided enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, uncertainty about the future, superheroes, and a minor identity crisis here and there, I think you'll find The Lady & The Cat just stellar! Check it out!
