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“strange sleeping”

“Alright guys! That’s a wrap!” One of the producers began to clap, followed by the rest of the production team. It was a miracle. Zag’s team had managed to do something that hadn’t been done in a very long time. In fact, all of the odds were against them. They had no faith from the fans, the characters, and even most of the producers themselves. However, the team had managed to accomplish the unthinkable; they had released an episode on time. No rescheduling, no delaying, no “vice previous word.” This was bonafide, real, on-time television.

The room filled with cheers, the excitement couldn’t be contained. Confetti fell from the ceiling, fiesta music blasted through the speakers, and everyone cheered and hugged each other.

Marinette walked into class, late and obviously slumped. She threw her bag under the desk and rested her head in her arms. Between an akuma attack, her physics homework, and her latest design project, she hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the night prior.

Alya patted her best friend on the back. “You good girl?”

Marinette groaned loudly, attracting the attention of both Adrien and Nino, who turned around in their seats simultaneously.

“Are you okay, Mari?” Adrien asked.

Marinette picked her head up to look at him, her hair almost covering her entire face. She shrieked, jumping a foot into the air and landing on the ground beside her chair.

Alya and Adrien stood up and quickly grabbed her, pulling her back onto the chair. Marinette brushed herself off and looked back up at Adrien.

“Adrien,” she began, barely able to choke the words out, “what is on your face?”

He blinked, pausing for a second as if he were trying to figure it out himself. The lightbulb went off and he smiled. “Oh this?” He asked, rubbing his upper lip. “It’s no shave November!”

“dont look under the bed”

It was nearly three am. Mari had been up until one doing homework, but after retiring to her bed around 1:30, she suddenly could not sleep at all. She tossed and turned for hours.

Tiki was passed out on a pillow next to her. Marinette didn’t know how much sleep kwamis needed, but she was sure Tiki got eighty percent more sleep than she would ever get in her whole lifetime.

Sighing, Mari rolled over and reached for her phone in the ground. Maybe if she read a little, her eyes would get tired and help her to pass out faster. Anything at this point was worth a try.

Reaching down to the floor, she caught sight of two reflective orbs floating under her bed. She quickly shined her phone’s light beneath her bed.

“CHAT NOIR WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UNDER THERE?” she whisper-yelled. Couldn’t wake the parents.

Chat reluctantly crawled out from underneath.

“THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME IN THE LAST WEEK THAT I HAVE CAUGHT YOU UNDER THERE. QUIT STALKING ME YOU PEEPING TOMCAT!”

She got out of bed and grabbed a hat by the arm. “I hate to do this to you, but you give me no choice.” She pulled him up the ladder to the balcony. “You have to ask permission before breaking into my house and sleeping under my bed.” She pushed him outside. “It’s too early for this shit,” she mumbled, slamming the door shut behind her. Through the window Chat watched her go down the stairs and collapse face first onto the bed.

“chat noir but different”

It was winter in Paris. Snow covered the ground and commuters eagerly moved from the safety of their warm offices down into the sheltered metro lines below. The cold air blew across the rooftops, and the camera panned to a freezing Chauve Chat.

Ladybug landed on the rooftop softly. She threw her bag forward over her shoulder. It landed with a light plop, and Ladybug began to pull out various winter clothes, all in various shades of pink and purple.

“I brought all of my old stuff, Chat.”

He nodded, his teeth still clanking together. “T-t-thank you, M’lady.

“I hope the colors are alright,” she said, continuing to pull out gear.

“I’ll take anything at this point,” Chat responded. He looked down at himself. His miraculous, the spynx cat, generated a suit that was very light and exceptionally bare. It left little to the imagination and unfortunately had a lot of ventilation. He was thankful for it in the warm summer months, but whenever the weather got unpredictably cold Chat’s miraculous seemed unable to adjust to the new climate.

She handed him a bright pink puffy jacket, a pair of orange snow pants, black mittens, and a kitted red hat. Normally Adrien would care a little more about his color scheme, however he was so cold his color scheme would have to wait.

Ladybug shoved the empty bag behind a chimney. “Ready?” She asked. Regardless of the weather, they had to complete their patrol. Danger never took an off day, and neither did the duo.

Chat nodded, his teeth beginning to chatter less and less. Together they leapt over the rooftops, making a large circle around the city and ending on top of the Eiffel Tower. Sitting side by side, the two talked about their days and discussed how classes were going. They often took some time to catch up as soon as the work was done.

“Hey, um, Ladybug?” Char asked, looking over at his partner.

“Yes, kitty?”

“Can I um, borrow your jacket for school tomorrow? I can go buy one after school but I need something to wear so I’m not cold all day.”

Ladybug chuckled at the thought of Chat appearing in his civilian form wearing a bright pink bubble coat. “Sure, mon ami.” She hesitated for a second. “Use it for as long as you need.”

Chat smiled to himself and thanked Ladybug. The pair went their separate ways and took off into the night.

The next day, Marinette walked into school with her bag slung over her shoulder. She was late. She ran through the courtyard and up the steps of the building. She rounded a corner and ran straight into Adrien, who was wearing the bright pink coat she had lent to Chauve Chat the night before. Her face turned ghostly pale, and she began to pick herself off of the ground.

Adrien made it up first and offered a hand. Mari took it, but her expression looked more like terror than gratitude.

“Not happy to see me, my lady?” Adrien asked, winking.

“How did you know?” She deadpanned.

He smiled at her and held out a hand for her bag. “Your name was inside the coat.”

“wacky costumes”

(based off this post)

He landed on the rooftop softly, looking all around the skyline of Paris for his Lady. Chat Noir and Ladybug has decided a couple patrols ago that what would meet and spend Halloween together, trick or treating, helping generate positive community morale, and keeping on the alert for tricksters and akumas. It was exactly like a patrol, but spookier.

He heard a soft thump behind him. “Oh Kitty,” Ladybug called. “You didn’t think I’d stand you up on one of the best days of the year did you?”

“Of course not, my Lady.” He stood up, turning around to meet her. He took her hand and kissed it. “As punctual as always.”

A soft blush crept up Ladybug’s cheeks. Chat loved trying to fluster her.

She withdrew her hand. “Silly Kitty.” She changed the subject, moving to the edge of the rooftop and peering down. “I can’t believe you’ve never been trick or treating before! Are you excited?”

Chat grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “I am!” 

Adrien’s dad has never let him go trick or treating. He considered it unsafe and below the Agreste name. 

Ladybug smiled at him. “Are you ready Chaton?”

He nodded and they leapt off the roof together. When they landed, they were swarmed by tons of tiny fans dressed as everything from princesses to pirates, to even little Chats and Ladybug’s. The duo handed out some candy that Ladybug has brought, and continued to walk down the street. 

Adrien was having a really good time. He was able to just hang out with his Lady and appreciate something he hadn’t experienced before: the joys of collecting candy from total strangers, pretending to be something you’re not. Suddenly, the pair was broken out of their perfect Halloween trance.

A shrill voice pierced the cold October air. “ADRIKINSSSSSSS.”

Chat stopped dead in his tracks. There were people everywhere. Ladybug was beside him. No one knew his identity, but surely after this confrontation with Chloe, everyone would know.

“Um. Hi, young lady.” Maybe he could play it off, act like he really wasn’t Adrien.

“Come on Adrien, don’t pretend you don’t know me!” Chloe, dressed as Ladybug, shoved her way between him and Ladybug. “Get out of the way Marinette.”

Ladybug froze too. “Who?” she asked a little too quick.

Before anyone could say anything else, Nino and Alya appeared out of nowhere. 

“Hey dudes,” Nino clapped his hand on Chat’s back, turning him away from Chloe. “Is this why you said you couldn’t make it, Adrien? Are you and Marinette on a date?”

Chat’s eyes widened. He looked at Ladybug. She started to look suspiciously like Marinette. He cleared his throat. “Yeah man, that’s exactly what it is.”

Alya hugged Marinette. “Girl, this costume is amazing. I get why you’ve spent so much time on it! It could be the real thing!”

Alya turned to Chat. “Mari, is this why you and Adrien disappear all the time? To work on these costumes? The workmanship is amazing.” Alya inspected Chat’s suit.

Marinette was taken aback. Spending time with Adrien? Her eyes panned to Chat, who’s face started to look a lot like Adrien’s. Oh.

Nino tugged on his girlfriend’s arm. “Come on babe, they obviously want to spend sometime alone.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “We’ll see you lovebirds later!”

Alya winked at Mari, and turned to Adrien. “You better not mess up, pretty boy.”

His eyes widened again. Once the group disappeared he turned to Ladybug. The safest bet here was to play it off like it never happened. 

He coughed. “Did you, um, know those people at all?” he asked.

Ladybug looked down at the ground, her face burning bright red. “Nope. Don’t know them. At all.”

lmao I actually love this prompt bc I know a little too much about middle school minecraft culture (thx to my little siblings)

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When Marinette woke up this morning, the last thing she expected to see was her gaming channel taking off. Overnight she had accumulated half a million more subscribers, finally pushing her over the 1.1 million mark. She quickly turned to her stats, seeing that over three hundred thousand people had started to download her Minecraft skins, and that number was growing exponentially.

She squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. Her dream of becoming a professional Minecraft skin designer was finally taking off, and the subscribers on her gaming channel would only help that number to continue to grow!

She sat down in her office chair and spun side to side, a smile on her face. The overnight popularity was unbelievable. She couldn’t believe that this was her life. After a second of celebration, Marinette found herself wondering, what exactly brought this spike in popularity on?

She checked her phone. Thirty texts from Alya. The first was a link to Chat Noir’s new video. She clicked on it and began to watch.

DUN DUNNNNN DUN DAH DAHHHHHHH

His channel’s theme song rang out, and Marinette quickly turned the volume down. It was so annoying.

Chat’s little Minecraft guy appeared on the screen. “So I’ve been hearing a lot about this up and coming gamer named Ladybug. You guys have been mentioning her a lot in the comments section so I decided to do my homework on her and see what she’s got going on.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. She had seen enough Chat Noir videos to know what was coming. He was about to roast the crap out of her channel and her skins, and then he was gonna challenge her to a Minecraft survive-off and she was gonna have to prove her worth to his viewers. The videos did well enough on his channel, but for everyone else who had to do them they were a complete waste of time and effort. Chat was too good and couldn’t be beat. The newfound popularity would serve her well for now, and hopefully Marinette could make the situation a little better.

Chat continued. “Truth be told, Ladybugs videos are amazing-way better than most Minecraft YouTubers. She has also already released a line of skins that I think are pretty cool, so I’ll link her channel in the description below.”

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. With nine million subscribers, Chat’s disdain could easily end her gaming career.

“But, as per usual, I need Ladybug to prove to me that she’s more than just making skins and playing on creative mode. She’s gonna have to accept my challenge to fight fight FIGHT!” His little icon jumped into the air and swung his sword with every jump.

Mari got out a notepad. She was gonna have to make a response video by the end of the day, accepting whatever terms he made and countering with her own. This kind of exposure could make it break her career. She began a to do list while Chat Noir continued to talk.

“Now, the terms of this challenge are a little bit different than all of my other challenges. After binge watching all of Ladybug’s videos, I have decided that I am in love with her and the sound of her voice is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard and her accepting this challenge would be a dream come true.”

Mari looked up from her list, her eyes wide. “WHAT?”

“I also happen to know on very good authority that Ladybug lives in Paris too, so if I win this challenge and get the chance to take her out on a date, she won’t have any reason to say no!”

Shit. She had been exposed.

“So this brings me to the terms of the challenge. First, I want this to be a survival mode game. We each will have a week of game time to prepare in the same server. No sabotage allowed, and at the end of seven Minecraft days and nights, we will meet between our two camps and face off in a fight to the death. If I win, I want to meet the rising Ladybug, and take her out on a proper date. If I lose, Ladybug owes me nothing and will receive the coveted seal of approval on her channel.”

Mari looked back up at the video.

“Ladybug, you have twenty-fours hours to respond. I can’t wait to meet you Buggaboo!!!”

Mari shuddered and looked down at the list she wrote.

1. Make response video 2. Rewatch Chat’s challenge videos 3. find Chat’s weakness4. DESTROY HIM5. Finish new skins line ?

Chat Noir isn’t gonna know what hit him, she decided, turning on the software required to film a proper response video. She turned on her microphone and started recording.

“Hi everyone! Welcome back to my channel, or should I say welcome to it! Thanks to Chat Noir and his extremely predictable challenge video, I have about a half a million new faces watching! Nice to have you guys here!” Her little icon jumped up and down wildly.

“Today my icon is wearing a Ladybug original skin, available later this fall with the release of my new download pack. Keep an eye out, because ten lucky players will receive three extra super exclusive skins!” Her icon did a little twirl to model the skin.

“Now, to address the elephant in the room.” She paused. “Chat Noir, I accept your terms and raise you one more term. If I win, I want your sign off to be ‘LADYBUG I LOVE YOU!’ every video for the next six months. It’s only fair kitty. You want a date with me? If you lose you’re gonna have to pay the price for your arrogance.”

Mari smiled to herself. “Set the date and the time, Chat Noir vs. Ladybug is on! Bug out!”

“too much coffee”

Mari was dying. Not actually, but she felt like she was. When she had woken up this morning, she felt like she had been hit by a bus. She was in a horrible mood, the akuma had struck just as she was getting into school, and believe it or not Chat’s incessant puns were not helping her headache go away.

The ringing in her ears got louder. She put her hands over her ears and sat down slowly. In the middle of the street. During an akuma attack.

Chat yelled from across the street. He was getting tossed around by the massive octopus that was making its way through Paris. It held a couple cars, a tree, a signed photo of Claude François, and Chat Noir. “My Lady,” he shouted. “It’s not really the time to meditate! Your center of focus should be on getting rid of this akuma!!!”

Ladybug grimaced. “Not now, chaton!” The sound of her own voice hurt to hear.

Chat frowned. Even in the arms of an octopus he knew his Lady would never act like this. Struggling, he reached for his baton and managed to push the button that expanded it. It poked through the octopus’s arm and the creature dropped him without hesitation. He hit the ground running and sprinted towards Ladybug.

“What are you doing?” He grabbed her by the collar and pushed her into a back ally. The creature trampled past them and kept going. They could afford a little break at this point.

Mari rolled over on the ground, and Chat set her up against a wall. He looked at her, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Stop talking,” Ladybug mumbled.

That caught Chat’s attention. “I didn’t say anything Buggaboo. Now tell me, how are you feeling?”

She groaned and tried to lie back down. Chat grabbed her by the shoulders and held her in place. “Oh no you don’t.”

“I feel like absolute shit. I didn’t sleep a wink last night, I have this massive headache, and I think I keep hearing things.”

Chat pulled out his cell phone and started typing her syndromes into his search bar. He felt her pulse; her heart was going a mile a minute. Way too elevated, especially since she had been sitting at rest for several minutes.

“Well did you eat anything different for dinner last night?” He asked, trying to gauge whether or not she felt bad because of what she had eaten.

“I didn’t eat dinner.”

His ears perked up. “Did you eat anything all day?”

Ladybug shook her head slowly. “I drank one hundred cups of coffee.”

Chat gasped. “My Lady, you cannot be drinking that much coffee.”

“I know I just needed to stay awake for some homework I had to get done.”

“Okay that’s bullshit. You’re addicted. We need to get you off of this.”

Mari nodded painfully. How did you stop coffee addiction anyways?

“Just stay here and let me take care of this akuma. When I capture the butterfly I’ll come back for you to purify it. But after that we are having a serious talk about this problem!”

Ladybug was so confused. Why was Chat Noir acting like a dad. He used a dad voice and a dad concern, but he didn’t have a dad bod so she was pretty confused.

About fifteen minutes to three days later (Mari wasn’t exactly sure), Chat returned. He handed her a bottle of water. “Chug this. You’re dehydrated.”