this is perfect bc your injured ladrien left me ravenous and now i'm in a mood about it

47. Doubt Comes In by Anaïs Mitchel / Hadestown Original Broadway Cast

Doubt comes in The wind is changing Doubt comes in How cold it's blowing Doubt comes in And meets a stranger Walking on a road alone

He wants to tell her she can trust him, to promise he'll always be there for her.

But he can't. Because he hasn't.

Her back is as impenetrable as any fortress, with spots like danger signs. His hand might as well be reaching for the moon.

She won't look at him, but the truth spills out between bitten off breaths, secrets stilted by stifled sobs. Her words strike as if they were her yo-yo, hurled with each exhale, recalled with each intake.

Desperately, suddenly, as if he could interrupt her and undo her tale, he gasps—“Plagg, claws out!”

Impossible.

That's what they were. Always and forever, they would be impossible. No matter which way the earth would turn, they would never truly be with each other.

Maybe that comforted her a little bit at night, or maybe it just added to the anxieties in her mind.

Either way, she just knew that they would be doomed from the beginning.

And maybe that was the thrill of it, knowing that no matter what happened, it would always end the same way. There was no risk if you knew the consequences.

So she lied. To herself. To him.

What started as a small lie grew.

A kiss on the cheek won't hurt. She thought to herself as she leaned in and placed a small kiss to his left cheek. And it was worth it.

To see his eyes light up with surprise and happiness. A small red hue peeked out from under his mask. The way his cat ears seemed to perk up more, and his whole demeanor changed.

And she would think, maybe it doesn't have to be this way, maybe they could work.

But then they would go their separate ways, and she would be reminded that they would never work.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were impossible.

Their love destroyed worlds.

Yet late at night she couldn't help but wonder, dream, plead to whoever would listen that maybe just maybe they could be together. She knew in her soul that they could be possible.

It didn't matter how many tears she cried or sunrises she watched after countless sleepless nights. The universe would never grant her those wishes.

So her lie grew even more.

A peck on the lips won't hurt. She knew it was cruel toying with Chat’s feelings like this. But that didn't stop her.

"See you next time, M'lady." He held two fingers to his forehead, saluting to her as he extended his staff and readied himself to jump off into the night.

Now was her chance. She had to know what his lips tasted like. Just a peck.

"Wait!" Her voice sounded a little too desperate.

He stopped and let his baton collapse into itself. "What?" Chat looked at her with confusion in her eyes.

And before she could stop herself, she stepped forward and kissed him.

Then, just like that, she ran away, swinging into the night sky, not wanting to see the reaction he had.

She would again lay awake at night, letting her fingers trace her lips forever, thinking about that kiss.

He tasted like honey and sunshine. And left her craving more.

She liked him a lot. Even if she didn't want to admit it out loud or even to herself, she knew deep down she liked him.

So she continued with the lie.

Chaste kisses become ones of fiery passions.

Well, they had to have gotten the Rabbit Miraculous somehow.

He had done it.

Nino had made it past the defenses of the Bakery, Marinette's room, and even the traps she had set. Now there was only one thing still standing in his way…

A less than impressed Littlebug sitting on top of the Miracle Box.

Her hands were empty—though only for now. And from the look she was giving him, he didn't have much time before they would be holding something that would no doubt be very unpleasant for him.

He'd have to act first.

"Please?" He cajoled.

She would not be swayed. She was a fierce and mighty guardian! And when Mama was gone, she protected the Box and the Friends inside from anything and everything!

"It's for a good cause!"

She scoffed. That was what Meanieface said as well.

"Hey, I'm nothing like him!"

But he wanted the Box and the Friends inside. And it was clear that he didn't have Mama's permission or want her to know about it otherwise she would be here herself.

"Okay, point."

She frowned and her little hands clenched, preparing to activate her power.

"Look, I'm just gonna mess with Hawk Moth."

….she paused.

"In the past. Y'know…when he deserves it and no one will know."

….she was intrigued. Go on.

"Yeah, there's not much else to say."

Disappointing. But why then did he not speak with Bunny X and ask to use her Miraculous?

"Because I just want to punch him in the face and I know she won't let me."

Littlebug frowned and tilted her head to the right, considering.

On the one hand, it was clearly something Mama would not approve of.

She tilted her head to the left.

But on the other hand, it was Meanieface and he did deserve it.

She looked back up at Nino, who was looking back at her clearly pleading.

Littlebug shrugged and flopped over, landing face-first on the floor.

Nino blinked in surprise. "Littlebug?!"

Oh no. She has fallen and cannot get up. Surely it would be inconvenient and not at all her fault if someone were to take a Miraculous while she wasn't looking.

Nino blinked again before breaking out into a grin.

"Thanks, Littlebug! I'll owe you!"

Pictures would be nice.

"Got it."

And more playtime with Shelly.

"Will do."

And the next Home Alone movie.

"No. Marinette will strangle me with her yoyo if I show you that."

And what will she do if she finds out you took the Bunny?

(AO3 link)

She feels like a dream, sometimes.

Kagami can barely stand it, the way her heart thumps so loudly in her chest all of Paris must hear it. Or the way her fingers tingle and go numb when she catches herself staring. The whole thing feels out of body, like she's floating and just waiting for Marinette to catch her and bring her back down to Earth.

She hesitates, though. Just this once, with just this one thing, because Marinette is too important to rush into something with no regard, too precious. Somehow, amongst the chaos and the confusion and the tension of all that has happened since they first met, they managed to build something. What that something is, Kagami isn't sure. But this is why she can't rush it, not now, when it's so fragile and new and barely definable at all.

So when Marinette yells back a soft goodbye and a wave, Kagami doesn't rush after her, grab her hand, kiss her the way she dreams of. Instead, she smiles, waves, says "See you tomorrow, Marinette," and clutches her umbrella with her numb fingers, thumping heart beating in time with the drops of rain.

She turns to head inside. Her head feels light and Kagami's grip on the umbrella tightens, grasping for something, anything, to keep her from completely floating away.

But there's a splash behind her, water splattering onto her heels.

There's a warm hand on hers.

There's blue eyes staring deeply into hers.

Kagami feels firmly planted here, in this moment. Thinks she could grow here, start a garden, never move again.

Marinette looks down, frowns, giggles nervously. "Sorry about your shoes."

"It's okay," Kagami says, breathless, "they were already wet anyway." Her umbrella shifts, exposing her face to the rain. It feels good, grounding, cleansing.

Marinette brushes her wet bangs away from Kagami's face, wipes the water off her cheek, takes her hand again and pulls the umbrella above the both of them. "You're gonna catch a cold standing out here like this. Can't have that, can we?"

Kagami stares, shakes her head, finds her breath again. "Don't forget you, mon ami." She hands her the umbrella. "It's raining harder now, you need it more than I do for your walk home."

"Thank you," Marinette says, squeezes Kagami's hand but doesn't let go.

They stare, and as much as Kagami would love to sit in this moment, for it to never end, she has to ask, "So I know you didn't come back up here to whisk my umbrella away from me."

Marinette blushes, and Kagami feels her own face turn deep red. "No, I uh, I forgot something?"

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"And what-"

There's soft lips on her cheek, and it's like being kissed by the sun. Surprising and warm and vibrant and Kagami has never been more grateful to be here, to be alive and breathing and here, in this moment.

"That was all. See you tomorrow, Kagami."

And then Marinette's gone.

Her heart thumps, her fingers tingle, her cheek burns in the best way.

Yes, Kagami is okay with hesitating, with letting herself sit here, in this moment, for once in her life not rushing, rushing, rushing forward. She's more than okay with Marinette taking the lead on this one.

"It's...something you imagine while you're asleep." Marinette's answer appeared thoughtful, almost in a dream-like state herself as the sun warmed them both.

Adrien smiled, "It's weird. Whenever I'm with you Marinette, it feels like I'm dreaming, yet I'm not asleep am I?" His hand tightened it's grip on hers, as if to keep her from leaving.

Marinette blushed. "No, you aren't, but I know what you mean."

Adrien lifted their joined hands to his face, affectionately kissing her knuckles and chuckling at the fierce redness in her face.

"I hope we stay like this for a long time."

Adrinette (pre-reveal) 2 - Stuck indoors on a rainy day 30 - “You smell nice.” 38 - “You just feel really good. Soft and warm…”

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“A-adrien?” Marinette stuttered out. “What are you doing here?!”

This was a question she often posed when she unexpectedly encountered Adrien, even in locations were he was expected to be. It was something her friends would playfully tease her about, her wanting Adrien to be everywhere but being surprised when he was anywhere.

Except for this was a time where she thought her question was perfectly valid: considering they were on the top story of a seemingly abandoned building, the sound of wind and thunder echoing outside, and it was late at night.

And the door to the lower floors was locked.

She had just finished defeating an akuma, a late night akuma being her least favorite kinds to fight (the only ones that were worst were the ones in the middle of the night that she had to wake up to fight). And with an incoming storm and the exhaustion in her limbs she had been ready to sleep. But with her earrings beeping she knew her transformation wouldn’t last that long.

So she had yoyo-ed over towards the nearest empty building, intending to detransform in there and walk home. However as she had descended the steps she had found a large metal door blocking her way, locked with no way for it to open.

So she had headed back up, intending to transform and get home that way, only to run into Adrien Agreste.

Late at night. In an empty building. On the other side of the city. With a door that was locked.

Adrien was gaping at her. “Marinette?” At least he was just as startled as her. “What...? How...?”

“I a-asked you first,” Marinette said defensively, crossing her arms.

“...I was sleep walking?” Adrien offered.

“Sleep walking?” To some random building far from his home?

“Yep,” he said just a bit too cheerfully. “And you?”

“I, um... I was, er...”

Crash!

“Eep!” Marinette cried at the sudden clap of thunder, a flash of lightning lighting up the room. She sprang forward, arms wrapping around the nearest thing. Or person.

Adrien. She was clinging to Adrien

He placed a gentle hand on her back. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she whispered, arms still wrapped around him in a tight embrace. “Just startled...”

She winced as another clap of thunder echoed, this time accompanied by the pattering of rain against the window. Adrien wrapped both arms around her, looking towards the window, where the storm was raging. She couldn’t help but relax, Adrien being so gentle, the smell of cologne, cheese, and rain in the air.

“You smell nice,” Marinette muttered, before suddenly stiffening up as she realized what she said. Her eyes widened as she jumped back, but Adrien only chuckled.

“Thank you?” He said, not looking a bit at all fazed, and Marinette felt herself flushing.

“I’m sorry!” She said, burying her head in her hands. “I’m just tired! And nervous! The only way out of here is locked and I... I don’t know...”

She couldn’t transform now, not with Adrien here.

“Do you have your cell phone with you?” Adrien asked softly. “I... I don’t have mine on me, and maybe we could call for help...”

He trailed off, only for Marinette’s eyes to widen again. She had bolted out of her room as soon as the Akuma Alert went off, leaving her phone behind. It wasn’t often a priority, since she had her yoyo if she needed to contact anyone... but with Adrien here transforming wasn’t an option.

“We’re trapped!” Marinette cried in realization. “We’re trapped with no way out because all the doors are locked and we have no way to call anyone and no one will probably see us because it’s dark and stormy and we’re going to be trapped here forever with no way to escape and we’ll starve and no one will know what happened to us–!“

Adrien’s hands fell to her shoulders. “Hey, Marinette, breath. It’s okay, Princess, just breath. We’re not going to be trapped here, I’m sure the owner of the building will be by in the morning. We’ll be just fine, I promise.”

She hiccuped. “Promise?”

“Of course,” Adrien said softly, smiling at her, and she flushed. “It’s just one night, that’s all. How about we find some place for us to settle down for the night?”

“Oh... okay,” Marinette said softly, blinking. This... this was happening quickly. She was stuck. Here with Adrien. All night. They would have to sleep here. Together. 

Except for we aren’t really stuck but if I transform my identity is revealed so I guess I got no choice but to stick around.

“I’m going to go check to see if there’s any other way out,” Adrien said. “Why don’t you see if you can find something to keep us warm if I can’t find away out?”

“Okay,” Marinette said softly, feeling somewhat more calm with a plan in mind. Adrien smiled, before heading towards the stairs, leaving Marinette alone in he middle of the room, another clap of thunder snapping her out of her thoughts.

Marinette’s search didn’t yield too much, the most she was being able to find were a large winter coat abandoned in a closet and a couch in what looked to be a lobby. She stood by the couch waiting for Adrien, who only shook his head as he reported the door was still locked.

“This... this was the closest thing to a blanket I could find,” Marinette muttered. “It’s big but there’s only one and the couch is the only soft thing here.”

“It should work,” Adrien said with a smile. “We can share... if you’re okay with that, of course. If not I’ll just take the floor, since I have long sleeves on my shirt.”

“I’m f-fine with sharing,” Marinette flushed. “O-or you can take the coat and the couch, that works too.”

“I’m not leaving you to freeze,” Adrien said, grabbing her hand as he pulled her towards the couch. Marinette was thankful that it was a bit dark, sure that her face was bright red as they carefully sat down.

Adrien didn’t hesitate to pull her close as they sat, draping the large coat over them as they slowly got settled. Despite everything that was happening, she felt herself relaxing as Adrien’s arms wrapped around her. The idea of cuddling Adrien had always sounded like a dream... but she hadn’t expected him to feel so familiar and... safe, and she let out a sigh.

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly. 

“Yeah,” Marinette muttered, curling up closer to him. “You just feel really good. Soft and warm…“

She didn’t get the chance to get flustered with her words, too tired to fully realize what she had just said to her crush. Her mind had only registered the fact that she was warm and safe.

“Good night, Princess.”

“‘Night Kitty...”

It didn’t take long for the two to drift off, exhausted from the akuma and how late it was, the sound of rain on the windows acting like a lullaby. All was still for a time as they curled up, until two small shapes slowly appeared.

“Our holders are idiots, Sugar Cube.”

“Be nice, Plagg!”

“I am nice. Just like they're idiots.”

“...Should we remind one of them that we could have unlocked the door for them?” Tikki asked.

“Nah,” Plagg said, looking at the two curled up together. “They’re adorable, look at the two idiots. Leave them be.”

Ooh boy I haven't written anything Miraculous in a while - or anything for that matter - let's see how this very short lil drabble goes...

@post-reveal-revelry

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Adrien had always thought freedom could only exist in his time spent as Chat Noir, at least while under his father's thumb. But now he was unbound, freed as his father went to prison for his crimes against the city as Hawkmoth.

Granted it was most, unfortunate, that he be left on his own at 18, especially with his lack of basic life skills thanks to the controlled life thrust upon him by Gabriel Agreste. Adrien was not alone entirely however, Marinette was there to guide and help him when he needed it, and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

She had always been the one to think of the plans, it seemed only fitting that she was there by his side as they reveled in the new way of life. Now they didn't have to have the weight of the world on their shoulders at such a young age, they could be normal teenagers like they always wanted, and be together without worrying about their love bringing the end of the world.

So this is just a dumb prompt / idea I got. But what if someone (Alya/Lila/Chloe/Adrien) start to notice Ladybug’s tendency to dissapear toward or come from the direction of Marinette’s house. The entire class has talked about it before with some openly wondering if Marinette is Ladybug or if there missing something!

Adrien is adament that hell no Marinette can’t be Ladybug (because shes obviously Multimouse duh!) because how could Mari fight Akuma’s when she cant carry a box of Macaroons without tripping over herself.

At first there is not enough evidence but maybe oneday Alya just straight up catches a photo of Ladybug on Marinette’s balcony and presents it to the class, Lila hates the attention the baker is getting but hopes that maybe if Marinette is Ladybug she can get her akumatized and destroy her life.

Eventually Marinette stumbles into class late and everyone practically assaults her demanding to know if shes Ladybug when Marinette is justifiably confused (aka doing her best to feign innocence) Alya presents the information theyve gathered of Ladybug often seen heading toward/from the bakery the fact shes seen around the area often and finally the nail in the coffin- The photo! Marinette quick as a whip realizes she needs to cover her tracks and thinks of a lie just weird enough to work:

Marinette heaves a heavy sigh acting like some great weight is upon her shoulders and the class gasp and whisper could it really be? “I really didn’t want to have to tell anyone... But you guys are just too smart!” Alya is preening, Adrien jittering his leg like a madman, Lika scheming, Chloe... Horrified. “The truth is... Ladybug is addicted to my families pastrys!” Wait? What!?

Before anyone can ask Marinette launches into an explanation, that Ladybug drops by CONSTANTLY that she’s always requesting snacks from Marinette and has admitted to dropping in near daily in her civilian form! Her favorites happen to be feta spinach quiche and the chocolate breads! Marinette even says she’ll get improptu requests from Ladybug for pastry deliveries hence why shes late so often! And everyone... Believes her! Because of course Ladybug must be starving with all the akuma fights! Who are they to deny the hero of paris her chocolate breads? Alya even apologizes to Marinette for ragging on her for the constant tardiness she had no idea she was delivering treats to LADYBUG! And oh! Now Alya knows how Marinette got her all those Ladybug interviews! Isnt her bestie the BEST! Adrien is relieved and dissapointed oddly enough? But covers it with a comment about how of course their everyday ladybug was helping the parisian hero ladybug!

Marinette rejoices! Her secret is safe for another day! And she covered for her civilian life as well. What Marinette did not anticipate however - was Alya posting the story with photo included of Ladybug’s apparent love of Dupain-Cheng pastries and how hungry her and Chat Noir must be fighting Akuma’s all the time! From Alya’s blog the topic ends up being discussed on the news! With citizens and celebrities alike talking about how suddenly their concerned about how thin the super duo are and several restaurants come forward offering free food whenever the heroes are feeling hungry! The bakery itself gets flooded with bussiness Adrien is shocked one day to come home to a box of Dupain-Cheng macaroons and his father mentioning offhand that the cake he ordered was quite light.

Chat Noir is living for the new bounty of food! He cant go out on patrol anymore without being hailed down by a citizen or bussiness owner who eagerly hands him food of all kinds! Finally he knows what its like to feel FULL and what a wonderful thing it is! That is until Ladybug finds him sprawled on a roof groaning face covered in icing from a cupcake binge. Ladybug is also being offered food and though she tries her best to refuse shes met only with insistent smiles and older woman winking telling her its okay to cheat a bit on her diet! Truthfully Marinette didn’t realize just how thin she was getting and while in costume the food does seem to give her a boost of energy she never knew about. Soon she and Chat dont even realize its become a habit and the citizens of paris delight in noticing that Ladybug and Chat have both put on some weight and seem more energetic! Plus it becomes a twitter challenge to catch a photo of the super hero duo eating together either on roofs or in other odd places!

Marinette’s parents for the record: are delighted to learn that Ladybug loves their food! They just wish Marinette would have told them sooner! They make Ladybug and Chat Noir themed desserts not long after and they sell out first thing each morning. Chat cries when he see’s the little macaroons and cupcakes based on himself and makes a point to be caught eating both several times (once with Marinette herself).

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