chat holding his hand over ladybug’s heart and going ‘mine’ flirty eyes and everything ladybug takes his hand and moves it off, replacing it with her own over her heart ‘mine’ puts his hand on his heart ‘yours’ and then grins as she brings her other hand to rest over his, and his other to rest over hers ‘Ours’
#*happy sighs* #wings you are the most beautiful glowing sun goddess ever #and this is so so lovely #THEY BELONG TOGETHER #pay no attention to the sobbing lea on the floor she’s just overcome with emotion (mademoisellecoccinelle
you know whats crazy i was straight up without understanding where this came from gonna put a leslie compliment gif on this and then guess what i discover in my searchins
lemme just tell u on the list of things i was not ready for
[TUMBLR MOBILE AT MY RESPONSE BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF I DON’T REAR MY HEAD FROM MY TRASHPIT im so sorry]
Despite how much Chat Noir’s life had changed over the past seven years, the Paris cityscape looks exactly the same. Perhaps it was a bit of the magic that coursed through the city, but more likely it was the stubbornness of the Parisians living there.
Speaking of stubborn Parisians, Ladybug has started speaking. He pulls his focus back in time to catch her last few words.
“-miss the view.”
The wistful rise of her voice is enough to fill in what he missed. Chat nods, understanding. It’s to be expected. He scoots a little closer and wraps an arm around her waist.
“The Eiffel Tower isn’t going anywhere, My Lady. We can still come back.”
Ladybug wrinkles her nose in displeasure; it takes every ounce of self-control and the reminder that this is serious for Chat not to lean in and kiss it.
“Yeah, as tourists,” she grumbles.
This time he can’t help it. She looks so indignant at the thought that he laughs and plants his lips on the tip of her nose. As much as Ladybug tries to frown and squirm away, her giggles soon join his.
“Come on, it’s about time that the Heroes of Paris got to see their own city without being attacked by wacky villains. Retirement might not be so bad after all,” Chat says.
It’s not what she wants to hear, but he know he has to say it, to keep saying it. Ladybug’s head droops and her hands twist in her lap. Her next words are soft.
“You don’t have to do this with me, Minou. I know how much being Chat means to you, how important it is in your life to be free, to help people.”
He’d be lying if he tried to deny that the thought hadn’t crossed his mind; he’d already begun mourning the loss of seven more years of Chat Noir. But it was worth it. It was what he wanted and more.
“Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily. We’re a team, from now until forever. Ladybug and Chat Noir.”
“Adrien and Marinette,” she says, correcting him.
“Forever,” Chat replies.
He shifts to face her. The glow of the city through the tower’s railing casts gentle shadows on her face, but it’s light enough to see her brow soften and her lips curve into the slightest smile. Although Chat knew he likely would never see Ladybug like this again, the city and the dark sky meeting in infinite probability behind her, he doubted he would ever forget this moment. Carefully, Chat reaches out to hay a gloved hand above her heart.
“Mine,” he says.
Stubborn Ladybug, faithful, unwavering: of course she would roll her eyes and tease him without ever meaning it. Just as carefully, she pulls his hand away and replaces it with hers, barely smothering her smile when she says, “Mine.”
Because no doubt Ladybug’s heart belonged to her. Chat just liked to think they shared joint custody. Affection swelling in his chest, Chat places his hand over his heart and says, “Yours.”
Even through the fabric of her suit, Chat can feel the shape of the slender ring adorning her left hand as she takes his hand in hers. With a beaming smile, she places their joined hands low on her stomach.
“Ours,” Chat breathes.
F YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING · THERE’S ALWAYS THE ROUTE OF REGRET · WHERE SOMETIMES · JUST… · SOMETIMES · MARINETTE CATCHES ADRIEN STARING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT · HIS FOOT TWITCHING IN LIEU OF A TAIL · BUT HE TURNS BACK TO HER · AND HE IS /BEAMING · BUT SHE CAN’T SWALLOW THAT DOWN · NOT WITHOUT CARRYING GUILT THAT MAKES HER STUTTER IN A WAY SHE HASN’T SINCE LYCEE · SO WHAT… · WHAT IF · WHAT IF ONE DAY · AS ADRIEN’S SPRAWLED OVER THEIR COUCH PLAYING PEEKABOO WITH THEIR CHILD · (SHE STILL HAS TO MAKE SURE SHE’S AWAKE SOMETIMES) · (EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS) · SHE COMES UP TO HIM SLOWLY · KNEELS BY HIM ·TAKES HIS HAND · AND PRESSES HER LIPS TO HIS KNUCKLES · AND ADRIEN LAUGHS AND IT LIGHTS UP THE /ROOM AND /ALL OF MARINETTE · AND HE… · HE FEELS HIS HAND IS HEAVIER SOMEHOW · AND SHE LOOKS UP AT HIM SHEEPISHLY AND SAYS ‘YOU GAVE ME A RING ONCE. IT SEEMS ONLY FAIR THAT I SHOULD GIVE YOU ONE TOO.’ · (via @everythingelsegoesherethen)
#THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE #@brettanomycroftwrites fic AND I AM DEAD #the adventures of mommybug and dad noir I FORGOT ABOUT OUR TAG LEA I’M OTL
#TIKKI AND PLAGG WAKING UP #SO HAPPY #the babysitter takes care of the little one of course #I’M JUST #what else can i say my heart has burst open and spilled love and rainbows across the floor
OH
OH WAIT
GUESS WHO THEIR BABYSITTER ENDS UP BEING????
BRO THOUGH HOW AMAZING WOULD THAT BE · IM SCREAMING A LIL BIT · THE ADVENTURES OF MOMMYBUG AND DADNOIR · CAN YOU IMAGINE IF MANON WAS LET IN ON THEIR SECRET THOUGH · O H M Y GOD SHE WOULD BE SO /THRILLED SO /DETERMINED THE B E S T · EVEN AS A TEEN SHE WOULD UNDERSTAND WHAT WAS AT STAKE ·PLEASE GOD · PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
MANON FOR BABYSITTER ALWAYS PLS AND THANK
BUT LET’S TALK ABOUT TIKKI AND PLAGG FOR A SECOND
( @brettanomycroft this is still kinda your fault, hope it’s okay to tag you in my nonsense)
Tikki and Plagg who have helped Marinette and Adrien protect the city for years. Who have seen empires rise and fall, have seen the world tear itself apart and after every tragedy the good people, the best people, rising to the occasion to stitch it back together. Who have never seen a Ladybug and Chat Noir quite like Marinette and Adrien.
Like I can’t even begin to unpack the YEARNING that Mari and Adrien would feel after turning in their Miraculous. But what about Tikki and Plagg? How many times have they done this, how often? How many times were their wielders even given the chance to choose to retire? How many Ladybugs and Chat Noirs gave their lives fighting the forces of evil? How long have Tikki and Plagg dreamed of ways that things could have, would have, should have gone differently?
And this time, Ladybug and Chat Noir are turning in their Miraculous to raise a family?
Saying goodbye to a wielder hurts like nothing has ever hurt before. A wielder is taught that the Miraculous forges a bond, and that is true. But they can never understand just how tightly that bond goes. It is a quantic entanglement between kwami and wielder, cellular and cosmic and ancient. Marinette and Adrien will never know the extent to which their kwami give pieces of themselves to become Ladybug and Chat Noir, how for each wielder, Tikki and Plagg must give away fractions of their very soul.
Kwami don’t feel pain, not the way humans do. But the loss of a wielder, the anguish of separation and goodbye, is the closest thing they have to excruciating.
Tikki knows how to prepare, knew the moment Marinette held the positive test in her hands that this would mark the beginning of the end. She’s good at saying goodbye, by now. She’s had the practice.
Kwami can’t cry, and so that last night, when Marinette and Adrien release their transformations for the last time, both of them sobbing too hard to stop, Tikki wonders if the tempest raging inside her is what she would be crying, if she could. Plagg doesn’t say a word, his throat is too clogged with emotion, but even if he could, she thinks he would understand perfectly.
They always love their Ladybugs and Chat Noirs. Each one is special, each one is unique, each one is brave and smart and selfless.
But Marinette and Adrien were pretty exceptional.
And when they fall asleep, their dreams are not filled with despair, with raging storms and every way that things could have gone wrong, or gone right. This time, their dreams are peaceful. For the first time, their sleep actually feels like rest.
Coda:
Plagg doesn’t believe in luck, not the way Tikki does. He believes in fate, in destiny, that sometimes you get lucky, but sometimes some things are meant to happen, that they are always meant to find the Ladybugs and Chat Noirs that they do. He believes that it’s not luck that brings them to their wielders, but that they are meant to find kindred spirits, an inevitability.
In every lifetime, in every universe, Ladybug will always have Tikki, and Chat Noir will always have Plagg.
It’s incorrect to say that Tikki and Plagg were made for each other. They simply are, side by side, two halves of a whole, light and dark, yin and yang. They will always be together, they will always have each other, and the sleep doesn’t feel so much like a separation as it does a respite.
For eons, nothing has compared to the feeling of reuniting with their other half.
But in all her years, Tikki has never known true joy until she wakes to stare into Marinette’s bright, blue eyes again.
She thinks, this must be what it feels like to come home.