indulgent scribbles

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Blue Prince (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mary Matthew Jones | Marion Marigold & Simon P. Jones, Simon P. Jones & Herbert S. Sinclair

Characters: Simon P. Jones (Blue Prince)

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Spoilers, Grief/Mourning, once again i am using fictional blond teen boys to help me process my emotions, Worldbuilding, juuuuust a smidge, Acceptance, Moving On

Summary:

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Danny Phantom, 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong

Rating: Teen And Up

Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton

Characters: Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Paul (Omniscient Reader), Jazz Fenton doesn't actually show up but she's there in spirit

Additional Tags: Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Alien Invasion, Ass-Kicking, Teenage Rebellion, basically just sticking the dream team into the washington dome and seeing what happens lol, Work Up For Adoption, because i can't write more than this but i would love to read it, Omniscient Reader Novel Spoilers, Canon-Typical Violence, for orv anyway lol, Swearing, let danny & co say fuck!!!!!, see if you can spot the refs ;), emotional a/n sorry lol

Summary:

Danny didn't expect much from their annual summer road trip this year, even if his parents let him and his friends stay in Washington, D.C. alone for a few days. After all, his stick-in-the-mud older sister Jazz was in charge, even if she had loosened up a bit lately.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kim Dokja & Yoo Sangah

Characters: Yoo Sangah, Kim Dokja

Additional Tags: a few other characters show up but mostly one-liners, Alternate Universe - Hunters, i just wanted ysa to tease kdj about being a guild master and got caught up in the, Worldbuilding, Personal Growth, the nye resolutions got to me, ORVblr Secret Santa 2024, Fluff and Humor, title a riff of taylor swift's the 1 because i can't think of anything else, Character Study

Summary:

Yoo Sangah is more than just an office worker, more than just a low-level hunter, more than just another incarnation, more than just a heroine.

She is someone who will write her own story. If she takes inspiration from her former colleague, that's her secret.

Notes:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game | 디펜스 게임의 폭군이 되었다 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucas MacGregor/Ash “Bornhater” Everblack | Mr. Gamer Geek Characters: Ash "Bornhater" Everblack | Mr. Gamer Geek, Lucas MacGregor Additional Tags: i actually like 'tyrant of the tower defense game' but the fandom has already spoken, Morning After, Resolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Frottage, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Friends With Benefits, or more like knight/liege with benefits lol, Dom/sub Undertones, these two idiots are driving me insane, i wrote this in one sitting ahhhhhhhhh, no beta we die like so many god damn characters in this series Summary:

It figured that when Adrien finally snuck away from his lessons to go watch the new Star Warsfilm…his subway train stalled in the tunnels.

With him inside.

“Just my luck,” he muttered over the operator’s announcement.

He switched on his phone, but no signal could reach through theyawning darkness of the underground; there were other people in the car, so nochatting with Plagg.

He spent a few minutes trying to find a game that didn’tneed an internet connection, then a few more organizing his photo gallery andnotes.

Then that was done. There was nothing left to do but wait.

My baton doesn’t havea connection problem, he thought sourly.

He idly skimmed through his contacts, quietly proud at howmany more there were compared to last year. But that was another reason why hisbaton was better: his phone didn’t have Ladybug’s number nestled between Kim’sand Marinette’s.

How would she respond if he could text her right now? Not onhis baton as Chat Noir, but on his phone as Adrien Agreste?

Maybe could send her:

‘Hi, Ladybug! Hopeyou’re doing well today 😊 I’m stuck on the subway, unfortunately.’

And maybe she’d respond with worry and offers to come inafter him.

Or maybe he could be less formal, send her something like:

‘what’s your favouritecolour? mine is blue like your eyes 😉♥’

“I can’t send her that,” he said under hisbreath, flushing as his seatmate glanced his way.

Even in his imagination, he couldn’t talkto Ladybug easily when he was Adrien.

Chat Noir was her partner. They foughttogether, had a history, were friends.Adrien Agreste was just…some guy she saved once in a while.

Thunder crashed, the Seine overflowed, and Ladybug couldn’tsee Adrien in the river. She swam up to the surface, took a gaspingbreath, and dove back in.

The current was fast and rough, the river water cloudy fromdirt and debris from the akuma-induced storm, and it was so much harder than itshould be to find—

Adrien, her Adrien, floating and tangled in impracticalhaute couture and not moving.

Ladybug swam faster, hooking her arm around his waist so shecould tug him up into howling winds and choppy waves. Pointing his face to thesky, she quickly threw out her yoyo and snagged a bridge railing.

A hard yank sent them both flying out of the river, Adriencold and limp in Ladybug’s arm, and it can’t—this can’t—this couldn’t be happening.

Her feet hit the pavement hard, then her knees as she carefullylaid him out on the ground. The streets were deserted; everyone was takingshelter from the storm, and Chat Noir was nowhere in sight. It was just her andAdrien and not a single breath between them.

“Please,” she said, pressing two fingers to his neck andsobbing when she felt nothing. Overlapping her hands on his chest, she leanedover and started doing chest compressions. “Please don’t do this, Adrien. Wakeup. Wake up.”

Thirty compressions; no change. Tilting his head andpinching his nose with a shaking hand, Ladybug gave him a breath, two, beforecompressing his chest again.

“You can’t die yet, we have a physics test tomorrow,” shepleaded. “You promised to help us study. You can’t let us down.” Two breaths,back to compressions. “Nino and Alya and your dad. You can’t leave them. Wakeup!” The cycles were blurring together, and so was her sight. “I’m not lettingyou go, Adrien. I haven’t even told you how much I…I love you. So you can’tdie. You can’t, please—”

A gurgle, and suddenly Adrien was rolling over and coughingout a lungful of water. He was shivering and dazed, his wet hair and clothessticking to his skin, but he was alive.

“Can you breathe?” she asked, one hand on his back to feelhis shuddering inhale. Ladybug tried not to collapse in relief when he nodded.

Adrien turned his head to look at her with tired eyes,taking her other hand between his and squeezing.

“Thanks,” he rasped, his smile as weak as his grip.

Ladybug sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes before givingin and wrapping him in her arms.

“Let’s get you out of the rain,” she said, lifting him tocover up the motion of her hug.

“I should go talk to her, right?” Adrien asked. He half-expected the Gorilla’s non-committal grunt.

Since he’d spotted her on their way home and asked the Gorilla to pull over, Adrien watched Ladybug twist and contort herself on the top of a lamppost. After a quarter of an hour, she finally settled upside down, knees hooked over the metal arms and her back steadied against the centre tube. Her yoyo was open in her hand and angled towards to horizon.

It was the middle of the night, in a deserted park. What was his lady up to?

“I’ll be back,” Adrien decided, quickly exiting the limo before the Gorilla could think to stop him.

Curiosity killed the cat, they always said. Sure enough, Adrien was dead from the moment he jogged up to Ladybug and noticed her nose wrinkled in concentration and the tip of her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth.

He put a hand over his heart, trying to keep it from melting through his chest, and didn’t notice Ladybug noticing him until she fell from the lamp.

“I’m okay!” she said, picking herself up as her eyes darted between Adrien and her yoyo. Then she muttered something he couldn’t quite catch, but she definitely said the word ‘cute’.

“What was that?” he asked.

It was a soul-shattering revelation to learn that a flustered, blushing Ladybug was a dangerously adorable Ladybug.

“I—um, I was taking pictures for fun. I mean as a fun! Fun hobby.” She closed her eyes, sighing through her nose, and then tilted her yoyo towards him. “Sorry, you—you’re…very photogenic. Which makes sense.”

Adrien stared at the photo Ladybug took: himself, frozen in lovestruck awe.

“Send me a copy?” he asked.

Ladrien prompt: tandem.

there’s no reason for me to write this much nsfw au nonsense. yet here we are

—

Swinging through Adrien’s open window, Ladybug landed andfiddled with the box of pocky in her hand.

November 11 was Armistice Day, and she was immensely gladthat Hawk Moth hadn’t broken the sombre mood with an akuma.

But now the remembrance ceremonies were over, the sun wasset, and Ladybug looked forward to indulging her boyfriend’s sillier tendencieswith a round of the Pocky Game.

“Adriennn,” she called softly, not wanting to wake him up ifhe was asleep…or alert anyone else to her nightly visits.

His bed was still perfectly made up. Looking around, Ladybugheaded towards the strip of light shining from his washroom door.

Pressing her ear to the wood, she couldn’t hear the showerrunning or the telltale splash of bathwater. Just someone humming a song.

She slid the door open quietly, smiling when she caughtsight of a familiar profile leaning over his sinks. “Adrien—!”

He started, dropping the powder brush he was using andsmearing grey across his white countertops.

When he turned to look at her, half his face covered in thesame shade of grey, that’s when Ladybug noticed the striped orange horns on hishead, the weird, red symbol on his shirt, and his rapidly pinking cheeks.

“I can explain!” he said, hiding the pot of makeup he had open.

Ladybug’s shock quickly turned to amusement, and she crossedher arms, eyebrow quirked. “Go on.”

He ducked his head, rubbing his nape.

“It’s…ahhh.” He winced. “11/11 is big deal in Homestuck. Ithought it would be fun to dress up as my favourite troll from Hiveswap andthen post a pic?”

Ladybug tilted her head. “…Is this another anime?”

Adrien lurched forward, a manic and delighted gleam in hiseyes.

under a cut because it got a little long and i think this falls firmly in an older teen rating, however vague certain allusions are :Da

(this is an aged-up, post-reveal and pre-relationship au, i guess???)

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other people’s monster aus: let’s add werewolves and vampires into the mix!

my monster au: WHAT IF LB AND CHAT TURNED INTO GIANT ANTHROPOMORPHIZED VERSIONS OF THEIR MIRACULOUS ANIMALS???

—

Being Ladybug was eye-opening and terrifying. Colour bledaway from her vision, leaving her to depend on her antenna to experience theworld around her. She grew to almost twice her usual height, a speedypowerhouse of magic and adrenaline. Her chitinous skin and the wings hiddenunderneath her elytra kept her safe from Hawk Moth’s cursed akuma. In order toprotect humanity, Marinette regularly left hers behind.

So it begged the question of why, as Ladybug, she stillcouldn’t think around Adrien.

Adrien, soft-skinned and bright-eyed as he circled his arms aroundher pronotum. Adrien, weightless in her arms as they flew over the city andaway from the akuma that was targeting him. Adrien, who didn’t let go even whenshe let him down on the roof of Le Grand Paris.

“You’re tall,” he told her, a little too close and a littletoo breathless. Ladybug was torn, one set of arms still holding him while theother ripped itself away.

“Um, y-yeah?” she said, antenna twitching as Adrien pulledaway completely.

“You seem shorter when—when you’re standing next to ChatNoir, so…” He rubbed the back of his neck before glancing up with a panicked smile.“N-not that it’s bad or anything! It’s actually…pretty cool.”

I loveyou, Ladybug thought as she tried to keep her apparent cool.

“You’re tall too!” she blurted out and then winced,wings fluttering anxiously behind her. “I-I mean, you’re tool. Cool! Tall andcool. And nice. And, um…I-I should probably go fight the akuma now.”

Eyes wide, Adrien nodded shakily, and Ladybug took off.

At least one person didn’t seem to mind this form.

—

Chat Noir finished his ice cream first, letting out a happy sigh as he pat his stomach.

“We should save M. André more often,” he decided.

Ladybug rolled her eyes, flicking his bell as she smiled indulgently.

“I think it’s better if we don’t have to,” she said.

The last bite of her cone was a burst of peach on her tongue, leaving her flustered. André hadn’t given her the same love fortune with the same cone—only a puzzled look—but Ladybug remembered it clearly.

Adrien’s lips…

“What are you thinking so hard about, buginette?” asked Chat, leaning in too close.

Ladybug nearly flailed off the edge of the roof, catching herself in time for Chat Noir to witness her spreading blush.

“Uh—”

“I…I have to! Um! Pea-ppppppatrol! Now! B-Bye!”

—

Leaving Chat in her dust was rude, and circling Paris was doing nothing to calm her down.

(Did Adrien taste like peaches?)

Ladybug shook her head furiously before deciding to head home. Which meant passing by Adrien’s house. Where Adrien might be.

…Maybe she’d be lucky?

The blond-haired figure currently struggling to free climb the back of the mansion suggested otherwise.

Heart in her throat, Ladybug swung down and scooped Adrien up before he fell, dropping them both on one of his bathroom balconies.

“Uh, um…thanks,” he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I…probably shouldn’t have snuck out like this, huh?”

“Probably,” Ladybug agreed, distracted.

His mint green eyes crinkled when he smiled, peach pink lips spreading to show a hint of bunny teeth.

She reached her limit.

Taking his face in her hands, Ladybug pulled him down until she could taste his maddening lips herself.

While it was great that Marinette was his fan, Adrien had drastically underestimated the media response to her appearance on Fill My Shoes.

Surrounded by paparazzi, someone shoved a microphone toward his face. “What’s your relationship with this girl?!”

“We’re just friends—”

“Isn’t she the same girl who you were seen with a few weeks ago?! The one in her pyjamas?!”

“I—yes, but—”

“Yet you’re still denying a relationship?!”

Adrien gave up and tried to wiggle past the crowded sidewalk. If only he’d snuck out as Chat Noir instead—

“Grab tight!” yelled a familiar voice.

Looking up, Adrien caught sight of Ladybug swinging low, arm outstretched. His hand reached for hers, clasping together like they had a thousand times before, and she wrenched him out of the throng.

He felt weightless as she tossed him higher into the air, her free arm circling his waist during her upswing. She steadied him as they landed on a lamppost, Ladybug frowning at the gasping crowds below.

“Aren’t you all adults? Adrien may be a celebrity, but he’s still a kid! You shouldn’t be treating him like this!”

Adrien managed to unstick his mouth long enough to say, “I’m…not a kid.”

Ladybug’s frown deepened even as a fascinating blush painted her cheeks.

“St-still, you’re younger than them! They should know better!” Turning her attention back to the crowd, she pointed at them. “Apologize for bothering Adrien!”

“The public has a right to know!” a reporter shouted out.

An agreeing murmur rippled through the crowd before Ladybug silenced them with a glare.

“Seriously? What’s so important about a teenager’s private life that you need to harass him about it? And another thing—!”

Entering the prison’s interrogation room, Ladybug found it starkly bare, containing only a table and two chairs, one of which was occupied by Gabriel Agreste.

Hawk Moth.

(She still kicked herself for letting her suspicions go the first time.)

Gabriel was handcuffed to the table, unmoving as he watched her sit down. Ladybug crossed her legs and arms, leaning back against the stiff chair.

“I’m sure you know why I’m here,” she said.

“I’m sure I don’t,” he replied. “I’ve been a guest of solitary confinement these past few days.”

Ladybug’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh? You don’t believe me?” Gabriel leaned forward, attentive. “What is the big news?”

Lips thinning, Ladybug pulled out her yoyo and flipped it open. A holographic display appeared above it, showing a woman dressed like an insectoid bird.

“A new Miraculous-wielding villain,” Ladybug began. “We don’t know her name, but she’s using the Peacock and the Butterfly Miraculous to launch attacks all over Paris.”

“Tasteless,” said Gabriel, looking bored. “And you’re here because…?”

“You’re the only other person who knows how the Butterfly works,” Ladybug admitted reluctantly. “And her first target was Adrien.”

Gabriel’s jaw clenched, his gaze turning to a dark corner of the room.

“Convenient,” he said. “What’s in it for me?”

Ladybug opened her mouth, stunned, before answering, “Uh, you’d be protecting your son? Your last living family?”

Gabriel threaded his fingers together, bitterness sharpening his face.

“He betrayed me and abandoned his mother for you.” He scoffed. “Spare me.”

Suddenly furious, Ladybug stood up.

“He gave you up because what you were doing was wrong! How someone so kind and selfless is your son is—”

“I see his feelings are not unrequited,” Gabriel interrupted. “Leave. I have nothing further to say.”