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She stood just before the gate, and in the narrow space, Catwalker had to lean over her petite frame to reach for the lock. Ladybug immediately shrank into the iron bars with a shiver, her face erupting bright red.
He let out a low chuckle in his throat before whispering close to her ear, “Don’t be a scaredy-cat.”
Ladybug gulped loudly. “I-I’m not!” she protested.
As if he couldn’t read her like a book.
“Cataclysm.”
Chapter 10 of Triptych Soul is out, people. And it. is. fire. 🔥
So what happened was Kuro sharing an idea for this scene and me turning the camera and doing something completely different. Also very dark. Then we put light eve as always, this was brought to you by @kuromori4's incredible mind, @fandomofone's awesome betaing skills and the @mlbigbang2024 event!
Disclaimer: I’m sharing my art as fan work, with no commercial use or agenda. All credits for Miraculous’ characters go to the original creators and trademark owners.
I was your @mlsecretsanta! So sorry for how late this is... I got pretty sick just before Christmas and it left me scrambling to catch up with a lot of things, but I hope you like it now! I wanted to try something sorta angsty and you said you liked ladynoir and ladywalker so I made up a scenario where Catwalker has to fill in again and Marinette is super torn between how much she misses Chat Noir vs how easy it is to like CatWalker.
And here's a little ladywalker doodle as a sorry for this being so late!
Thank you to @amarilke for late nights helping me with lighting and such! <3
Catwalker had already swallowed down the bite of Char Siu and had now picked up a nice big chunk of Mapo Tofu. This time, it was Ladybug’s eyes that bulged wide.
“Oh no, I forgot—!”
Too late. Catwalker popped it in his mouth, and Ladybug pulled a face as she waited for his reaction. As she suspected, Catwalker’s face turned a deep shade of red from the neck up, and he made a little strangled noise in his throat.
“—it’s spicy,” she finished with a wince. Chat Noir was an absolute wuss when it came to spice.
Catwalker shook his head wildly, swallowed down the lump of tofu, likely whole, and began coughing and sputtering while pounding at his chest.
“No—” he coughed. “It’s—it’s good.” His insistence wasn’t convincing; his eyes were watering.
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Mlb missed out on the opportunity to make the cat walker arc longer and make the story about ladybug finding out cat walker is just chat noir and telling him he doesn't need to change to be apart of the team and realizes she basically left him out and tries her best to make him feel apart of everything again and not feel the loneliness he felt before. WHYYYYY
Or; Adrien Agreste Does Drag (The Complete Novelization). I am just in love with Fem!Catwalker AUs I couldn't resist
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Adrien groaned audibly and dropped his head in his hands after looking in the mirror to see Chat Noir for the thirteenth time.
"Claws in," he moped.
"This isn't working." Adrien complained, as soon as Plagg rematerialized. His kwami rolled his eyes and floated over to his desk to pick up another rancid slice of cheese.
"Just try harder, kid!" Plagg replied, oh-so-helpfully. "Really feel the role! Aren't you supposed to be an actor?"
"I'm a model," Adrien grumbled the correction, with no real bite behind it. Plagg made a flippant 'same-difference' gesture with his paw, his mouth full of camembert. He must've realized how genuinely upset Adrien was right now, because usually the kwami would talk with his mouth full, regardless of how much Adrien hated it.
Well, it was nice to know at least someone was taking his feelings into account.
Adrien shook the thought from his head. It was his own fault he had to be doing this, right now, trying to find a way to be someone he wasn't just to be Ladybug's partner again.
He couldn't pin his bitterness on her. He'd known how she felt for a long, long time.
’I'm sorry, mon chaton...there's someone else.’
Adrien locked eyes with his reflection. It looked sad.
"Alright-" Plagg announced, making a show of cracking his back and neck as he floated back over to Adrien. "Ready for round fourteen?" The kwami asked cheekily.
Adrien rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the mirror, scrutinizing the reflection looking back at him. What wasn't he getting? Something was missing, something he needed, but he couldn't begin to figure it out.
Feel the role.
But he was trying, and it wasn't working.
"Hey, what'd the mirror do to you?" Plagg asked, pulling Adrien from his thoughts. He turned to his kwami, hoping his despair was clear on his face.
"Aw, come on, Adrien, it's really not that hard!" Plagg said, flying around to Adrien's other side and turning his chin to look back at the mirror. "Maybe don't think of it like acting. Think of it like...wearing the scent of a new cheese!"
Adrien couldn't help but scoff, a traitorous smile quirking at the corners of his lips. Plagg continued on, undeterred.
"You're not trying to say you hate cheese." Plagg said. "You're just expressing another cheese that you like!"
Adrien blinked.
Somehow, this time, Plagg's cheese metaphor made sense to him.
"I'm still me." Adrien said slowly. "I just...need to be a different part of me."
Plagg made a delighted noise. "Finally! I get through to you! About time you started listening to my genius."
That got Adrien to actually laugh, and he turned to his kwami.
"Alright. Let's try again."
Plagg nodded, and floated up to eye level, looking at Adrien with confidence. Confidence in him. Confident that Adrien could do this.
How could Adrien have ever thought that giving him up was the right thing to do?
"I'm...sorry, by the way." Adrien admitted, looking his kwami in the eyes. "I didn't consider how backing out of being Chat Noir would make you feel."
"Pshh." Plagg waved his paw in the air fervently, like he was swatting a bug. "Enough of that mushy stuff. I have my favorite kitten back, and that's all that matters."
Adrien smiled so wide his cheeks hurt.
"Plagg, claws out!"
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Adrien couldn't sleep.
He'd tried and failed to transform into someone new over and over after his and Plagg's "heart-to-heart", despite the advice his kwami gave him. He just couldn't see himself being anything other than what he was. Chat Noir.
Sometimes, being Chat Noir felt even more right than being Adrien Agreste.
Most times.
Adrien groaned and pressed his pillow over his face.
Maybe it would be better to just go back to Ladybug as himself. Apologize, and ask to be let back on her team. On their team.
Jealousy, hot and guilty, clenched in his gut at the thought. He'd do anything for his lady and her love, but he wasn't willing to resort to crawling back to her like a street cat, desperate for a home.
He was better than that. Or at the very least, he was more stubborn than that.
"What's eatin' ya, kid?" Plagg asked, curled up on his own little section of Adrien's pillow, his eyes softly glowing green in the dark. Adrien lifted the pillow from his face to cut a glare at his kwami.
"Geez, I was just asking." Plagg replied, his brow furrowing. "Are you really that caught up on the transformation thing?"
"Of course I am, Plagg!" Adrien cried, throwing his arms up hopelessly. "This is the only way I can be with my lady again and I can't get it right!"
Plagg made a gagging sound, which did not help Adrien's mood.
"I'll never understand how mortals are obsessed with anything other than cheese." Plagg sighed wearily, and then floated upwards off the pillow. "Okay, kid, let's go."
"Go where?" Adrien asked, his bad mood faltering a bit.
Plagg zipped over to the window. "To somewhere that will really help you transform. In any way you want."
Adrien squinted suspiciously, but sat up in bed all the same. "...What place can do that?”
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"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Adrien seethed, mortified, his face flushed and hot as he stared up at the neon sign that Plagg had led him to.
"What?" Plagg said, smugness in his tone as he poked his head out of Adrien's coat pocket. "There's no better place in Paris to find such masters of natural transformation. And you have superpowers at your disposal, too!"
"No better place than a drag bar?!" Adrien asked, his voice shrill as it could get with him still whispering. Plagg narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you dare talk bad about drag bars! One of my past holders got his start in one, you know!" Plagg reprimanded, sounding unusually serious. Adrien stammered.
"I don't—Plagg, I don't care that it's a drag bar!" Adrien tried to say. "I just—what if anyone sees Adrien Agreste lurking around a place like this! My father would-"
"Calm down, Adrien, sweet brie!" Plagg rolled his eyes. "I'm not asking Adrien Agreste to go in there."
Adrien went quiet as the wheels turned in his head.
"Wh—Chat Noir?!" Adrien balked. Plagg stared at him deadpan, like he was stupid. "No, obviously I mean Hawkmoth. Of course Chat Noir!"
"That's not even legal! I'm not eighteen yet!" Adrien tried to argue, though he was pretty certain nobody would question Chat Noir's age. Plagg scoffed.
"Your human lives are so short." Plagg complained. "Why would you wait for anything when every moment is so important? I'll never understand it."
"Claws out." Adrien commanded instead of answering, closing his eyes as the magic washed over him. He didn't want to risk another second being here as Adrien Agreste, even with his coat hood up.
No sooner did he open his eyes as Chat Noir, his paranoia was rewarded.
"Hey, kid, you okay?"
And Adrien turned to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
She was tall, with a wig that added two feet to her height, clad in a flattering hot pink skin-tight dress. What looked like a coat entirely made of baby pink feathers was draped over her, to combat the cold.
The most striking thing was her face. She was wearing lots of makeup, not just to look pretty but to also stand out, every stroke of eyeliner and every brush of lipstick and every pad of foundation expertly placed to accent her handsome features in all the boldest ways.
A drag queen. Adrien had never met one before.
Is this what being starstruck was like?
"Not the well-mannered type, are we?" The queen teased, and Adrien quickly snapped his mouth shut, his face going scarlet. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"Easy, honey. I'm only kidding." The queen stood back to her full height from where she bent slightly to address him, and Adrien had to crane his neck to look her in the eye.
"What's Chat Noir doing around here?" The queen asked, and Adrien knew she wasn't being accusatory, but his heart rate picked up anyway.
"I—a friend told me—" Adrien stammered. "I-"
"You're here for the show?" The queen guided his question gently, and Adrien tried to get a hold of himself.
"Um...I-I don't know." He said, deciding to be honest. "I wanted to see how your...makeup is done?"
Blessedly, the queen's eyes lit up.
"Oh, of course!" She said, smiling. "We love teaching the next generation. It's not often we meet a lot of younger ones interested nowadays."
Oh. She thought Adrien meant he wanted to see the makeup to do it himself.
Though...isn't that why Plagg brought him here?
"It's just—really impressive," Adrien tried to pull off his regular superhero charm, and it wasn't a lie. He'd been around makeup his whole life, people all around him powdering and painting him to make sure he was the epitome of perfect before a shoot.
But this, this was...something truly incredible. This queen wasn't using makeup to cover her imperfections. She was using it as an identity, as much of a mask as his was when he transformed into Chat Noir.
Something clicked in his head all at once.
"That's sweet of you, honey." The queen brought him back to reality with a smile. "I'd love to tell you how it's done, but I go on in five." She said, turning away from him to shuffle through her bright pink clutch she procured from her feather coat.
"But," she continued, and held out a card to him with a smile. "I have a backstage VIP class on how I apply my look, and a behind-the-scenes tour. Just give my manager a call."
Adrien took the card, glancing a look at it. In swirling purple letters were the words 'FELICITY VALENTINE', followed by a phone number.
"Felicity?" Adrien looked up, and the queen flipped her hair. "The one and only," she confirmed with a wink.
"And, hey." She said, her voice turning gentle. "Take it at your own pace, okay? No pressure."
"Thank you," Adrien replied, startled by her sudden change.
Felicity Valentine smiled at him, waved her acrylic-nail accessorized fingers, and with a swish of her feather coat, disappeared into the bar, her only goodbye being a call over her shoulder. "Ciao, whiskers!"
Leaving Adrien dumbly standing with a business card in hand, staring at the doors of the building.
He oddly felt that her words of encouragement weren't just talking about giving her a call.
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Back in his bedroom, Adrien laid flat on his back on his couch and stared at the ceiling. It was well past 2:00 AM now, but he wasn't tired in the slightest.
A weird buzzing had overcome his chest after he got home. Something like giddiness, but much more tinged with nervousness instead of excitement.
He couldn't for the life of him figure out why.
Something about the way Felicity looked at him. Like...she knew something. Something that he didn't know himself.
Her words continued to rotate in Adrien’s mind until they didn’t sound like words anymore.
’Take it at your own pace. No pressure.’
He thought about how Plagg compared drag to being a mask, a new identity.
Adrien sharply sat up, fueled with new determination. He quickly went to the mirror and flicked on the overhead light, his kwami uttering a sleepy mumble.
“Kid…? Wha’ are you doin’?” Plagg yawned, exposing his tiny needle-like teeth.
“I’m gonna try again.” Adrien replied, staring his reflection in the eyes.
“Can’t it wait til’ the morning?” Plagg grumped, but floated up from his little pillow despite his complaining.
“Claws out,” Adrien replied, and Plagg’s sleepy yelp was lost in the transformation.
Adrien opened his eyes, and saw-
Someone new.
He gasped, raising a hand to his masked face. His clawed gloves had been replaced with fingerless leather, the tips of his fingers now adorned with neon green acrylic nails sharp as claws. His mask was much more angular and lined in bright green, much more akin to a masquerade mask. His cat-like eyes were complimented by long, neon green eyelashes in the corners of his eyelids. His cheekbones now looked sharp as knives, the magic of the transformation having worked actual magic with his makeup and foundation.
His lips were painted black, though outlined with that same striking green. His blond hair still kept that short and shaggy look from Chat Noir’s persona, but it looked like a blown out perm that was now longer in the back, of course all pulled together by signature cat ears.
His suit was still the same skintight leather-like material, but it was now complemented by green line patterns starting at his wrists and ankles and climbing up to his knees and elbows, mimicking a fishnet texture. His boots had become platform heels with green soles, seamlessly blending with his suit. His belt-tail was now that same neon green, which hugged his waist flatteringly and pulled the eye to his figure.
Adrien uttered an awed laugh, turning to look at his—her—reflection over her shoulder and striking a pose.
“Me-ow.”
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Adrien set off the next morning, after snatching a few hours of sleep that finally came after taking a liberal amount of photos in the mirror of the new and improved Chat Noir.
No, wait, he couldn’t be Chat Noir anymore. What would this—well, drag persona of himself be called?
Adrien chewed on the question as the “new” Black Cat Miraculous holder deftly leapt over rooftops in search of her lady.
She spotted (ha) red and black while flying over the Louvre, and redirected her course to land in front of Ladybug.
Ladybug gasped, stepping back with wide eyes. “O-oh, Plagg did it…”
Adrien fought to not smile. His plan worked perfectly, if he could even fool his beloved lady into thinking he was someone else.
Instead, she crossed one platform-heeled foot behind the other and curtsied with an imaginary skirt, her eyes on Ladybug.
“Ladybug,” She said, emulating Felicity Valentine’s confidence. “Your new Black Cat is here, upon request,” She winked, and Ladybug went as red as her suit.
“I-I can that see—I-I mean! I can see that,” Ladybug stammered, her eyes wide. “What—what should I call you?”
Adrien paused, thinking about it. Thinking about Felicity, how she effortlessly strutted like she owned every step, out to perform for another night.
