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murder face, by @alexseanchai

A fic inspired by the heliotrope flower

AO3; temporary character death, hawkmoth defeat, marinette needs a hug, angst with a happy ending

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shout from the hundred-square-femtometre rooftop — Yesterday at 8:21 PM please, I don't even need to be asleep to have nightmares source: I can hear my sister screaming like her cat just died my sister is two continents away save a vespa, ride the métro — Yesterday at 8:23 PM You hear it too? Everyone who was here on 1 Sep 2014 says it's Ladybug

Lady Noire storms inside Tour TVi, a dark blue blanket with two thin red stripes over her shoulder, a phone clutched so tightly in her hand she must be leaving claw marks on its case. Those few people in the lobby at this hour scatter away from her path at the first glimpse of her face: cold and pale as death.

"Warn Nadja Chamack I'm taking over as tonight's guest," Lady Noire snaps.

Somebody calls Arlette. Side by Side is live, but no one wants to find out if, with the Black Cat Miraculous, Ladybug's looks can kill.

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shout from the hundred-square-femtometre rooftop — Yesterday at 7:43 PM I can stay up past 03:00 if I want, it's Labour Day, we're closed no dying on this hill — Yesterday at 7:45 PM Irrelevant. Zoé is correct: schedule your system maintenance or your system maintenance will schedule you. shout from the hundred-square-femtometre rooftop — Yesterday at 8:21 PM please, I don't even need to be asleep to have nightmares source: I can hear meimei screaming like her cat just died meimei is two continents away save a vespa, ride the métro — Yesterday at 8:23 PM You hear it too? Everyone who was here on 1 Sep 2014 says it's Ladybug
Ladybug speaks softly, carries her partner's stick @CometHeliotrope Bonjour Monarque. C'est après minuit. Sais-tu où est le Prince Charmant ? Oh regarde, c'est ton alliance. Translated from French by Googol Hello Monarch. It's after midnight. Do you know where Prince Charming is? Oh look, it's your wedding ring. [image: Lady Noire sitting on one of Paris's slate rooftops, toying with a platinum wedding ring and glaring into the camera.] 9:13 PM · 29 Apr 2017

Alya Césaire, photojournaliste citoyenne de la Ville miracles @ladyblog_paris This is legit. Source: personal communication with Ladybug. 9:17 PM · 29 Apr 2017

Lady Noire storms inside Tour TVi, a dark blue blanket with two thin red stripes over her shoulder, a phone clutched so tightly in her hand she must be leaving claw marks on its case. Those few people in the lobby at this hour scatter away from her path at the first glimpse of her face: cold and pale as death.

"Warn Nadja Chamack I'm taking over as tonight's guest," Lady Noire snaps.

Somebody calls Arlette. Side by Side is live, but no one wants to find out if, with the Black Cat Miraculous, Ladybug's looks can kill.

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Anonymous asked:

for the february event

super random kisses 🕶️

square modified brilliant, by @alexseanchai

AO3 link; post reveal, post hawkmoth defeat, wedding fic

Summary

A year after Monarque's defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir are getting married. (Nobody mention the part where they're not yet old enough to get married.)

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"I will always do anything in my power to help the two of you. All of Paris will." Mayor Bourgeois does not look nearly as confident in this assertion as he sounds. "But the law requires public notice, under your legal names and in advance, for a reason."

"Super," mutters Chat Noir.

"We would never dream of suggesting you break the law," Ladybug says, without a hitch in the dexterity practice game of cat's-cradle she's playing with her yo-yo cord. Chat Noir, who kind of was suggesting exactly that, says nothing. Ladybug continues, "We're just hoping you will say some things that are true. Like, it is true that almost everyone who has ever gotten, or will ever get, married at this city hall is not a superhero. It is true that superheroes are only celebrities when we're wearing the masks, and when we're not, we're just ordinary citizens."

"Certain exceptions apply," Chat Noir says. "President of the United States Camilla Hombee, alias Victory, for example." To say nothing of Chloé Bourgeois, alias Queen Bee. And definitely to say nothing that might give away Chat Noir's identity if Chloé's father doesn't already know, just in case he doesn't already know.

"Which is a choice President Hombee made for herself," Ladybug agrees. "With the consent of her family, especially her spouse and her minor children, who are after all the first people an enemy might target if they wanted to emotionally compromise her. But as I was saying: as far as you know, it is true that when we get married, we will be following all relevant laws. Yes, we know it's illegal to have a religious wedding ceremony before the legal ceremony, but unless you're planning on tracking down the girl I play-married in the park when we were six and arresting both of us over it, you're going to need more than just 'we said we're married now' to say we're breaking the law."

"As far as you know," Chat Noir adds, grinning, " 'when Ladybug was six' could mean anytime from 2000 to 2006. For all you know, you officiated at our wedding a year and a half ago. I could say I remember exactly that and it wouldn't be a lie."

Ladybug rolls her eyes. "It is true that going through back records of posted banns to figure out which couple is us would be an invasion of a lot of random people's privacy, which you ought to remind everyone of if anything makes it relevant. It is also true that we have no plans to lie about any of this, and saying we remember something happened would be weird enough phrasing if we knew it happened. Since we know it didn't happen, it's too close to a lie."

Chat Noir turns away and starts licking his gauntlet, radiating sulkiness. He wasn't really going to say that anyway.

"…One of you is younger than Chloé," Mayor Bourgeois says, in the slow tones of someone coming to a realization. (Chloé turns eighteen next week.) "It is possible that not one of Paris's superheroes became one as an adult. You are asking the city of Paris to protect your secret identities by implying you are older than you are."

Ladybug and Chat Noir exchange glances.

"We're also asking the city of Paris to hold off on the anniversary celebration of Monarque's defeat until the anniversary of knowing we were both going to survive defeating him," Ladybug says. "But yes. That's it exactly."

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[Meta] ML Episode Order

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana. Or, causality is not an oxymoron.

A suggested episode order for Miraculous Ladybug canon, with reasoning.

Chapter 1: First-watch order, spoiler-avoidant (with dates of upcoming episode premieres) Chapter 2: Chronological order Chapter 3: Episode order reasoning (assume spoilers for all aired-in-order episodes and all deuterocanon)

Words: 9691, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

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Burn the Poison from Your Veins

She can't be dead. Not yet. Fire in her veins and ice in her bones hurt too much for her to be dead. Surprising, really. The Wish is where last-Thursdayism meets the Big Crunch and Big Bang. She'd big-crunch him, given half a chance, and he must know it; why has he let her live?

He might be dead.

She doesn't know. Can't remember. Nothing past seeing red, and grabbing a supernova with her bare hands, and white.

Words: 1382, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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And the Smallest of Gestures, and Short, Shallow Gasps

Adrien would already know her name if he'd been allowed to help judge the contest. He would already have met her and the other entrants if he'd even been allowed to attend the contest. Father and Nathalie probably knew that was the whole reason Adrien suggested the contest to begin with.

Words: 619, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Snow-white Stitching up Your Circuitboards

"So, uh, Ladybug, about meeting up tonight—"

"Oh no, I forgot to tell you, some of my friends invited me along this afternoon, and nobody believed me when I said I already had plans."

"No, no, go have fun with your friends! That's, uh, I also now have plans with friends this afternoon, that's all, but maybe we can still meet up afterward?"

"Good. You need more friends. I'll see you later, then."

"I'll be waiting, my lady."

Words: 592, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Go Home, Butterfly Effect, You're Drunk: The Origins of European Snowball Wines

Among the long-term impacts of publicly known Miraculous use generally and the misuse in Paris in the 2010s of the Butterfly Miraculous specifically, one must list a revolutionary viticultural technique.

Words: 350, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Cochenille [Accessible Version]

Marie Sancoeur knows very little about herself. She's Mère's only child, and like a daughter to Monsieur, more trusted than his own son if not more loved; Madame is—absent—but will surely admire Marie's skills both artistic and alchemical, just as her son does, once Madame is safe again; she would prefer not to be the enemy of Ladybug and Chat Noir, but both so-called heroes are the enemies of Monsieur and Madame and Mère, and so they have made an enemy of Marie.

(If she thinks Ladybug and Chat Noir could simply sit back and watch Monsieur destroy himself and his legacy in a trap of his own making—truly if Monsieur ever even wants grandchildren, he should consider letting Adrien kiss Marie, leave the mansion and talk to people, or both—well, she thinks all that very quietly, and finds music Adrien enjoys to play rather louder.)

Nino is not taking sides on whether Monarque lied about killing Ladybug or whether Chat Noir has abandoned Paris. He's especially not siding against Alya. She would understand if he could explain.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng has no idea who any of those people are, and she has no idea what she did to be saved and protected by a cat-eared angel.

Words: 7334, Chapters: 3/20, Language: English

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Anonymous asked:

Catwalker/Marino fic. You know why <3

cut and color, carat and stick, by @alexseanchai

(originally posted to the Fan_Flashworks Dreamwidth, for the "Clear" challenge)

AO3 link; Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir as Catwalker, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug as Marino, Trans Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir, Genderfluid Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Puns and Word Play, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Strangers to Lovers, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Because Identity Shenanigans, Romantic Angst, Romantic Fluff, Identity Reveal, but whose? which one? to whom?, Gabriel Agreste's A+ Parenting

Summary:

The fun thing about masquerades is it's unclear who isn't a stranger.

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"Hey Marinette, are you planning on entering the Heroes' Day masquerade gala costume contest?"

"I thought about it, and then I thought about how much Le Monarque likes dramatic gestures, and I decided I'm only going if the plan is to guillotine him."

"…Oh. Yeah. Yeah, good plan. Okay."

"You sound disappointed?"

"Have you seen what the prize for the winner of the lycée bracket is?"

"I haven't looked. Alya told me it was a kiss from Rayonnant-Aérien-Envoûtant Adrien, but—oh. Oh she was not messing with me."

"I wouldn't mind if it was you."

"—You wouldn't mind. You wouldn't mindif. Did your father even ask if you were okay with this?"

"Does he ever?"

"…You know what, he caused this problem for himself, he can solve it without you. All the costumes have to have masks, it says. So if you enter, he'll have to either make the hologram you do the kissing or come up with a real prize."

"You're a genius. I love—that. I love that idea."

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and I do know why but with you I'd dance, by @alexseanchai

Based on Taylor Swift's Fearless (Taylor's Version) (submitted by @2manyfandoms2count)

AO3 link; Children of Characters, Conventions, Cosplayers, Voice Actor Adrien Agreste, Identity Reveal, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Disabled Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Autistic Child Character

Summary:

Adrien hasn't been in Paris since his father's arrest. But as a panelist at Paris Comic Con, the first stop for him and his foster kids is of course the bakery Marinette and her family still live above.

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Louis dashes ahead to hold the hotel door for Emma and Adrien. The sun is just coming out after rain left the streets enough of a mirror that the city seems to glow. Some of the dark spots on Emma's sneakers will be from splashing through puddles—whoops, make that already are from puddles. Adrien shrugs and clips the umbrella handle to the newly neon blue loop on his backpack, smiling contentedly in a way Louis is pretty sure he's never actually seen before.

"This way, Em," Adrien calls. Emma scurries back and bounces up onto Louis's back—oof!—and Adrien braces them with his walking stick until Emma's done wiggling. "You good?" he asks Louis.

Louis shifts one of Emma's hands from his neck to his shoulder. "I'm good."

Adrien leads them along a couple of blocks, that contented expression flickering through wistfulness, and stops outside a pastry shop, his face falling. "Of course they're closed, it's August," he says. "I don't know what I expected."

Louis considers the logo, a T and an S between two wheat stalks. "Is this Tom and Sabine's?"

"Sweetest creations in the world," Adrien says, nodding, then plasters a happier expression over his sad smile. "Come on, we're almost to the Métro station."

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