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Hey Nicole!

So, you did prompt #12 (also yay! my favorite number!), which ended up corresponding to Love Don't Die by The Fray!

I'll admit, it took me a while to figure out what to do with this one, but I ended up taking the angst route lol

This is a PRPR fic, where Chat Noir and Hawkmoth's identities have been revealed to the public (Ladybug is still unknown though)...

anyways... hope you enjoy!

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“LADYBUG! LADYBUG! OVER HERE!” The shouting and blaring lights of overzealous reporters threatened to overwhelm her, but she blinked back spots and stood her ground. She reminded herself why she was here. Why was she standing alone with only the bare vestiges of a whisper of his hand in hers, of his warmth radiating next to hers, a stolen moment taken from only moments ago, but feeling like a lifetime past. 

One eager reporter with bright purple hair and a sharp haircut broke from the fold and shoved her microphone underneath Ladybug’s face. 

“Ladybug, what do you have to say about the rumors of your partner being Adrien Agreste?” 

Ladybug pursed her lips and fought against the building headache in her temple. 

“No comment.”

This was not to discourage the enthusiastic reporter, who pushed the microphone even further into Ladybug’s face, its plastic scent was beginning to make her nauseous. 

“And what do you have to say about the allegations of famed fashion designer Gabriel Agreste being Hawkmoth, and about the potential implications of Chat Noir being the son of Hawkmoth?”

Forever on the defense for her partner, this time, Ladybug could not hold herself back from speaking. 

“The identity of Hawkmoth, regardless of who he is, has no effect on Adrien Agreste, who has never done anything to harm Paris, and it certainly has nothing to do with Chat Noir, who has spent every waking moment defending all of Paris, including myself.” Ladybug could feel her face turning a bright red, as her voice rang clear with righteous fury.

For a moment the crowd around her silenced, until a voice in the crowd, to which she could put no face, piped in.

“Ladybug, don’t you think that we’d be better off without Chat Noir? How could you trust your partner, if these are the kinds of people he spends his time with?”

She was going to be sick. 

Surely he had been watching the crowd, surely he knew that they had given voice to the seeds of doubt growing heartily in the back of his mind.

Ladybug looked around helplessly for an exit, then remembered the trusty yo-yo hooked against her side.

“I’m sorry everyone but I have to go.”

With an eager fling, she catapulted herself into the air and made her way to the nearby rooftop that she knew he’d be hiding behind.

It wasn’t fair. With merely a grainy video taken by an invasive fan, which had showcased a side view of what looked to be Adrien’s Agreste’s face, after Chat Noir’s transformation. And had been posted to social media barely two days after the arrest of Hawkmoth suspect #1 Gabriel Agreste, Adrien’s… Chat Noir’s life had been effectively ruined.

She blinked back angry tears for him, knowing that their being spotted would only hurt him more. 

When she caught sight of him, he was facing the opposite direction from where the crowd had been, as though he hadn’t caught the entire thing from his hideaway.

He heard her before he saw her.

“What they’re saying is true, you know.”

“Chaton,” She sighed, her shoulders drooping.

“You would be better off to drop me. I mean, who would blame you? I wouldn’t trust me either.”

The ache that settled in her heart became too much for her. Rather than fight against his untrue words, rather than remind him of how much she cared about him, about how much she needed him, she sat down beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder. 

There they sat, with only traffic and wind to harmonize the silence, until Ladybug felt pressure and tenseness ease from Chat Noir’s shoulders, until his head sloped onto hers.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that.” She said quietly, she took his hand and began to draw circles on his knuckles. 

He shrugged with feigned nonchalance. “It’s okay.”

Ladybug sat up abruptly and turned herself towards Chat Noir. She grabbed his face in her palms to make sure he could see the earnestness on her face.

“It’s not okay. No partner, no person is as kind, as giving, as loyal and– and as goodhearted as you. You don’t deserve this treatment. What your father did was awful, but it’s not in any way a reflection of you. You– you are the opposite of him in every way, and I’m sure if Alya and Nino were here right now, they’d agree with me.” 

Ladybug stroked Chat Noir’s cheekbone in a repetitive motion that managed to catch reluctant tears, haphazardly falling from his weary eyes. 

“I know everything in your life is insane right now, that people are confused and have turned you into something you are not. But know this Chaton. I am never leaving you, and I am not going to turn my back on our partnership. Because I know who you are and I will always love you for it. Minou, we will get through this like we get through everything, together.” 

Chat Noir finally released a shuddered breath and nuzzled his face into her palm. 

“Thank you M’lady.”

“Always Chaton.”

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Thank you so much for the ask! <3

Hi Autumn! Okay, I laughed so much when I looked up what number this was, especially because it was for Marichat

#24 on my Playlist was... She's So Gone from the Lemonade Mouth soundtrack

This Prompt kind of got away from me, and was A LOT longer than I had intended, but I'm not mad about it, also it's kinda crack, just as a warning lol

For context, this prompt takes place right after Weredad, hope you enjoy!

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If You Want Her Back Gotta Let Her Shine

She yanked the brush through her loose midnight tresses, perhaps a little too harshly, as the previous week’s sting rose to the surface.

Marinette winced at the lingering pain in her scalp and met her mirrored gaze with an indignant determination.

The plan was a go. 

Smoothing out imaginary wrinkles on the flared skirt of her scarlet dress, Marinette took a step back to survey her full appearance in the mirror. 

Satisfied with what she saw, Marinette turned on her heel to the exit of her room. It was time to make that cat pay.

It had been barely a week since that fateful day, since a series of misunderstandings had led her to become humiliated and rejected, and in front of her parents, no less. Yes, Chat Noir needed to pay. For you know, being an idiot.

A voice that sounded something like reason, kept reminding her that she wasn’t in love with Chat Noir, that Adrien had her heart. That same voice kept telling and reminding her that Chat Noir had rejected her for her.

But Marinette tuned the voice out. The bitter twist of hurt at his words, I’m sure you’re a great girl, panged her heart and vexed her thoughts far too much for any rationality.

She did not stop to consider, did not pause to think why this bothered her so much, why Chat Noir rejecting her, for someone else still herself was so upsetting.

She merely, calmly (too calmly, according to Tikki) began the process of changing from her usual image and clothing, into something more… striking.

Cataloging in her mind the locations and times of Chat Noir’s usual patrol route, Marinette weaved her way around her parents and out of the bakery, with barely a goodbye.

She did not stop her brisk pace, until she saw him, sitting atop a lamppost just a few blocks from her home, his gaze trained in the opposite direction from her.

She took a moment to collect herself, and then walked down the street in as graceful a walk as was possible for her.

She turned her face in the opposite direction, her mannerisms measured in faux aloofness and unawareness of him. 

In that moment, she was grateful for the light of golden hour, and the stolen gentle breeze in the air, that ruffled her loose hair and made her appearance all the more dramatic. 

“Marinette?”

She had been spotted. 

She tucked away her furtive smirk, and turned herself slowly towards Chat Noir, giving him plenty of time to take in her pretty red dress and carefully applied makeup, and giving him plenty of time to see what he was missing.

“Oh Chat Noir,” She said smoothly. “didn’t see you there.”

Chat Noir leapt down from his post, landing right next to her. 

“Wow, you look nice, not that you don’t always look nice, it’s just um- wow.” Chat Noir shrugged his shoulders and scratched the back of his neck.

In spite of herself, Marinette felt her cheeks getting warm. NO! This was not part of the plan stupid catboy was not meant to be charmingly smitten, he was supposed to feel regret!

Clearing her throat to steel herself, Marinette fluttered her eyelashes and twirled a piece of her hair coyly.

“Thanks, you’re sweet.”

“Did you make this dress?”

Marinette self-consciously bit her lip and nodded her head.

“Wow, you are so talented, this looks incredible!” 

The warmth in her cheeks blazed in an undoubtable scarlet. A strange, fluttery feeling began to unfurl in her chest.

“Thanks.” She said in a tone breathier than she had ever intended.

Distant, cold! Marinette! You sound like a lovesick Victorian heroine! She berated herself harshly. 

“You know..” Chat Noir drawled bashfully, his hand returning to the back of his neck. “We haven’t really hung out recently. I should be done with patrol soon, do you maybe want to do something together? As friends of course.”

His hastily included addendum, reminded her why she was here and shook her effectively out of her thoughts.

“Afraid not Chat Noir. I’m meeting someone soon, so I won’t be available to meet up.” 

She made sure to keep her voice light and her plans vague.

“Well… tomorrow then?”

“Hmmm…” She hummed in mock-thoughtfulness. “I guess I’ll have to see, I’m pretty busy right now, but maybe sometime soon?” She patted his shoulder playfully and saw his eyes track the movement. 

“Oh um, alright then, sounds like a plan.” Chat Noir said sweetly.

This time, Marinette did not let his tone or words curb her plan.

“See you around, Chat Noir.” She said as she walked off.

Ha! That’ll show him that little ol’ Marinette has moved on and is a brand new person who doesn’t need him to love her!

Still, she couldn’t stop the victory-marring regret from flooding in, after all she really would have liked to hang out with him.

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21, 75, and 136

Hiii!!!! Thank you for the prompt! this was my first time doing multiple so this was a lot of fun to think of.

After looking up the corresponding songs, I ended up only doing 21 and 75 because I felt like they worked so well together with the idea formulating in my head

Also, you didn't specify a lovesquare side, so I just ended up going with Adrinette, I hope that's okay!

Anyways, Song #21 was Stop and stare by One Republic and Song #75 was Obvious from the Dear Evan Hansen soundtrack

So this prompt ended up being a partial identity reveal, and yeah, hope you enjoy!

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Something Pulls My Focus Out, and I'm Standing Down

Adrien had often marveled at how the simplest, most discrete, most rapid of moments, could have the power to change everything. 

Like, how a split-second decision to stop and tie his shoe, so as not to risk him tripping while he ran off back to class after an akuma attack, led him to… here.

He hadn’t meant to stop here, and if he had known that she would have used the otherwise empty locker room to detransform, he never would have left the boy’s bathroom.

But of course, he hadn’t known. And so, here he was. 

Here he was staring, no. gaping, open-mouthed, his frozen legs feeling like jelly, while the girl he loved, the girl who’s name had captured the every beat of his heart, transformed into one of his nearest and dearest friends.

A friend who was likely afraid of him.

Wincing internally at the slight hitch to his plans of future weddings and children and hamsters, Adrien instead chose to focus on the flood of information that was rapidly filling his brain.

Memories of spending time with Ladybug, as both himself and his masked counterpart, memories of getting to know Marinette as Adrien and of hanging out with her as Chat Noir, all weaved together to form a tapestry of sorts. 

Her kindness towards their classmates melded together with the sensitivity she had for akuma victims. Her bravery as a hero facing the unknown mixed together with her courage at standing up for others. Her creativity in crafting and sewing projects formed together with her resourcefulness amidst battle scenes. All of her traits and quirks and isms morphed themselves into one girl, a girl who was clever and beautiful and good and full of everything that made the world good and pleasant. 

When he thought of it, Marinette being Ladybug was the most obvious thing in the world. 

Adrien felt himself falling even deeper in love with her.

He watched as she fed her kwami and a dull voice echoing in his mind signaled that it would be wise for him to move, but he could not. He was rooted to the spot.

Stuck in place as he was, when Marinette eventually did look up, her gaze lined up exactly with his. 

Her eyes widened to a degree that looked painful and her mouth opened and closed, her voice apparently at a loss for words. 

“Umm Ahhh… A–Adrien?!” She asked in a flustered tone. “What are you doing here? H-how long have you been standing there?”

Adrien licked his lips and cleared his throat, which had become painfully dry. 

“Umm… A-a while. Long enough.”

“Sooo… you saw…”

Adrien gave a sharp nod of his head in response. 

Immediately the shock gripping the countenance and figure of Marinette turned into a tumultuous cocktail of fear, uncertainty, humiliation, and defeat. 

She curled in on herself and balled her fists up anxiously, the look in her eye was something fearing the worst, and she gnawed on her bottom lip helplessly.

The sharp pain at watching her in distress, became too much for him and was the impetus to finally get him out of his stupor.

Finding walking too tedious at a time like this, he all but ran across the room to where Marinette stood, ready and keen to console her. 

“Marinette,” He said, grabbing her shoulders and waiting until she met his eyes. “It’s going to be okay.”

“But…but how do you know that?” She asked, her voice breaking.

“Because I know you. You always know just what to do and what to say, with you I just know that it’s all going to work out. And also…I’m here for you, you won’t have to go through this alone. If you don’t want to of course.” He added the last part bashfully.

Adrien saw the minutest lessening of fear in her eyes and felt the smallest decrease in the tension in her arms, but it was progress, so he couldn’t complain.

Still, Marinette’s face looked pensive. Curious at the expression, he inquired further.

“What is it?”

Marinette seemed to hesitate before answering, then reluctantly gave into whatever was bothering her, for she started to speak. 

“You-you’re not disappointed?”

“Disappointed? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I just figured that finding out that Ladybug is just some normal girl that you know, must be kind of disappointing. It must ruin some of the mystique or something.”

At this Adrien chuckled.

“Firstly Marinette, you are anything but ‘some normal girl’,” He watched her smile at this. “You are one of the most incredible people I have ever met. Honestly, of all the people I know, it’s you who is ‘our everyday ladybug’” He said, giving her a playful nudge. She looked down as her cheeks bloomed into a pretty flush.

“Honestly, the similarities between you and Ladybug are so glaringly obvious, it’s a wonder I didn’t figure it out earlier. But to answer your earlier question, no. I am not disappointed, in fact the admiration and lo– um and respect that I had for both Ladybug and Marinette has grown exponentially since finding out you were one and the same.”

He took her hands in his, and her gaze locked to his, the heady blue of her eyes swirled with an emotion unknown to him, but still managed to knot his stomach up with butterflies. 

“It is an honor to get to know your secret.”

Marinette bit her lip once more, but this time there was shyness to the action. Adrien couldn’t help but marvel at how pretty she looked with her pink-dusted cheeks and bright eyes.

Wanting to draw her into talking, her voice honey to his hungry ears, he became the first to break their silence.

“What are you thinking about now?”

“I’m just kind of worried about what Chat Noir will say. I know he really wanted to find out my identity first.”

Adrien couldn’t stop the gleeful smile from spreading across his face. “Oh, do I have something to tell you.”

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Don't worry, you are definitely not late, I am still taking prompts!

So funny story with this one, I went to figure out which song 129 was, and it ended up being Noah Kahan's Stick Season, which I really love, but also is potentially very angsty. And after already writing Ladrien angst, I really wanted to write something lighter

So I turned this option into a wildcard, and after using the random number generation to find a different playlist and song number, I got... Stick Season again kasfdskljgsdkljsd

I told myself that if I got it a third time than I should probably just bite the bullet and do it, but I did not get it a third time

So now... here is Ladrien with Leave a tender moment alone by Billy Joel!

This drabble is fluff with some light mutual pining, hope you enjoy!

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Even Though I'm in Love Sometimes, I Get So Afraid

With the gentle caress of moonlight dancing across the surface of the soft features of her lovely face, Adrien couldn’t help but feel his heart get stuck in his throat. 

He couldn’t quite remember how he had gotten here, sitting at night, on a park bench, next to the love of his life, the revered and perfect Ladybug.

He could only remember how his evening began. Sneaking out of his bedroom window in a desperate attempt to escape the oppressive isolation of his house. 

Regardless of how he had gotten there, regardless of how she had shown up, regardless of how he had convinced her to stay and sit with him, the entire moment still felt like a blur, and he was only grateful of the warmth of her presence beside him and of the opportunity to spend time with her.

The silence that stretched between them, felt wrong and unnatural. The space that surrounded them was inexplicably charged, and he felt as though something needed to be said, or else whatever fragile thing resided in this moment would break.

The only problem was, his mind was completely absent of any and all thought of what to say to her. 

If he were Chat Noir, dressed in the liberating masquerade of his costume, what to say would be easy. He would level her a carefully thought up pun or joke and watch as she received it with either a wrinkled nose or a tinkling laugh. 

Of course, the trouble with this was that he was not Chat Noir. He was Adrien Agreste. Model. Perfect son. Person who is definitely not Chat Noir and therefore should not be acting like him.

Still, the urge to make conversation and to make said conversation light, dogged him. And before he could think too much about it, he was clearing his throat and opening his mouth to speak. 

“Um.. so anything you were hoping to spot while in the park tonight?” He asked, poking lightly a spot on her shoulder.

For a long moment she said nothing, only blinked at him owlishly, with her mouth slightly open in surprise. 

Adrien’s stomach fluttered anxiously. He had ruined things. He was sitting here with her, actually getting to spend some time with his lady, and he just had to go and put his foot in his mouth and mess everything up. 

She was going to think he was weird. She was going to walk away in disgust. She was going to hate him. Worse yet, she was going to find out his identity, then reject him again, and then follow the aforementioned steps.

She would never speak to him again, all because of a stupid, mindless joke. 

The internal spiraling going on in Adrien’s mind, was disrupted by the calming sound of sweet giggling. 

A warm, balm-like sensation coursed through Adrien’s blood as he registered Ladybug’s laughter and the fact that she hadn’t been bothered by his joke. 

He let out a soft chuckle of relief that fell in tandem with her lingering laugh.

“Well you see, I actually came here because of you–” She started and then abruptly cut herself off, seeming to realize what she had said. Her eyes rounded comically and her face turned a shade not at all dissimilar from her mask.

“--not that I was stalking you or anything. I–I was just finishing off patrol, when I saw you sitting here, and you looked alone and I thought that maybe you could use some company. Of course, that was really presumptuous of me, and maybe I invaded your private time, and I-I-I I’m sorry, I can just leave you alone.”

She made a slight move to get up, but Adrien was not quite ready for her to go yet. He placed a hand on both her arms, with just enough pressure for her not to miss it, but light enough for her to easily walk away if she wanted to.

“I-I’m sorry Adrien.” She said, her eyes failing to meet his and her cheeks still remaining a heated red.

Adrien was confused at her reaction. Had he given some indication that he wanted her to go? Did something happen that he had missed?

No sooner did the confusion come, than did a clarifying thought.

Wait, was she nervous too?

The reassuring, bright smile that he gave her, was surely colored in his current giddiness and relief. 

“Ladybug, please stay. I am honored that you chose to join me, and I am really grateful that you noticed me sitting here. Honestly, I had a pretty rough day and I needed to get out of the house, but just you being here and sitting with me has made me feel better in more ways than you know. Thank you.” He gave her the last thank you with a squeeze of her hands.

Ladybug’s answering tender smile was worth the slithering anxiety he had faced when speaking openly to her. 

“I’m glad I was able to help. You know, I don’t really have anywhere to be right now. If you’d like, we can just sit here together until you’re feeling better. Does that sound like a good idea?”

“That sounds perfect.” 

Adrien leaned back onto the bench and soaked in the feeling of belonging and togetherness that only she ever really made him feel. 

For the first time that night, Adrien no longer felt the pressure to speak. He could just leave things alone and enjoy the moment together.

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Hi anon! I ended up doing Ladrien and #77, I hope that's okay!

The song for #77 ended up being You were good to me by Jeremy Zucker and Chelsea Cutler

This is an angst-ridden song, so this prompt ended up being very angsty, and is probably my most angsty thing written so far (it also ended up being the longest drabble so far)

So I guess I would classify this as angst with a hopeful ending, so read at your own caution, but if you do decide to read, I hope you enjoy!

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Hearts I've Broke, Now My Tears Flow

She knew it had to end.

Stolen moments. Secret kisses. Longing glances in crowded rooms.

It couldn’t last. And she had known this from the very start.

Even so, her hand hesitated before knocking on his window, hovering, not unlike Schrodinger's cat, in a state between life and death.

Closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, she bit the bullet and rapped her fist gently on his window.

She counted the seconds before he answered.

One.

Two.

Three.

In a moment arriving too soon, there he was, in his golden crowned glory. A knowing smile, that didn’t quite reach the vivid green of his eyes, painted his face.

He knew why she was here.

Still, wishing to bask in the warming glow of his presence, the completing wholeness of his love, for just a few more moments, she let him lead her by the hand into his room.

She melted into his embrace, and wished, for not the first time, that she could stay there forever. 

“So what brings you here tonight Ladybug?”

She had wanted to hold onto this for a bit longer, had wanted to hold onto them for a bit longer. But she supposed he was right to cut to the chase. The messier the break, the more it would hurt.

Reluctantly she leaned out of his hold, and looked him directly in the eye, hoping to show him in her gaze, how much she loved him, how much she needed him, just one more time.

“Look Adrien,” She started wearily, her heart nearly breaking at that soft smile of his, the one that seemed to say continue. “I-I can’t tell you how much these past few months have meant to me. How much I look forward to visiting you at night, or how much I cherish getting to talk to you and hold you. And I can’t tell you how much I adore you and how lucky I know I am to get to be the person you loved. It’s–It’s been like something of a… fairytale! Just getting to be with you.”

She felt her throat start to close and tears start to form in a stabbing sensation behind her eyes. 

“You have been so good, so kind, so- amazing to me,” Here she paused, the lump in her throat getting too large to speak around. She took a stabilizing breath and finally continued. “But, we can’t continue this. It just isn’t safe. I think that Hawkmoth is starting to catch on and…and I can’t imagine… if something would happen–”

The tears were now fully formed and rolled down her cheeks inelegantly in a thick stream.

Adrien shushed her consolingly, but did not bring her back into his arms, he seemed to know that she still had more to say. Instead, with one hand he stroked back her hair, and with the other, he wiped away her tears.

At his touch, she grew comfort, just enough to finish her sentence.

“-if something were to happen to you, I just don’t think I could forgive myself.”

Adrien looked at her softly and released a long sigh, which had a shakiness which belied his facade of strength. 

“I can’t say that I didn’t think this was coming. I guess I was just… hoping against hope.”

Ladybug couldn’t stand to see the broken look behind his eyes, she wrapped her arms around him so that she did not have to witness him shatter, but also so that she could try and bond some of the pieces together. 

Adrien’s arms tightened around her as he gripped onto her like a lifeline. She could feel his rapid pulse, and realized by his staggered, nonuniform breaths, that he too was crying. Her heart seized in her chest.

They stood there together in their bubble of misery, their shared sounds of sniffling and heavy breathing became the playlist of their goodbye. 

“Do you think that maybe one day, when Hawkmoth is defeated, and Paris and the world is safe, and it’s okay for you to you know… be yourself around me. Do you think that we’ll come back to each other?”

Ladybug could lie. She could tell him that it was only a matter of time before Hawkmoth was defeated. That once he was gone, there wouldn’t be some other, unknown danger, to keep them apart. She could tell him that his father wouldn’t give him a hard time about dating her, a nobody. She could tell him that it would all work out. 

But it would all be a lie.

And a reassuring lie would only be a bandaid to the issue. 

So she said nothing. She gave him her silence as an answer.

To be honest, to tell him that there was no chance between them and that he would be best to try and move on, didn’t feel quite like the truth either.

She loved him, more than she had ever loved anyone or anything. The thought of getting to see him, getting to bask in his kisses and attention is what got her through some of her tougher days. And she knew that he loved her and needed her, just as much as she did him.

Letting that flickering beacon of hope fill up the dark corners lurking in her mind, she pulled away one last time to look at her love.

Adrien looked at her questioningly, and this time it was her sending him a soft smile.

She lifted herself on her tiptoes and placed a tender kiss to his cheek.

“Someday, Adrien.”

Something like relief filled his face and his smile grew to match hers.

“Someday.”

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