Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Anonymous asked: Adrien (from Miraculous Ladybug) for the headcanon meme?

HELL YES.  For this ask meme.

A: what I think realistically

We all know, in our heart of hearts, that Adrien and Marinette are the local masters of all physical activity.  Like, I recognize that the kwami magic is what makes them super strong or agile or whatever, but like.  Y’all.  Some of that is just pure organic buff-as-fuck muscle.  Over the course of their first school year of having the Miraculous, Adrien and Marinette both get so fit they could easily be sports stars.  During a game of dodgeball, Adrien accidentally convinces everyone he’s a gymnastics master because he does a back handspring to avoid a ball, totally on instinct out of habit because combat.  Marinette starts wearing tank tops because Summer Ugh and Adrien walks into a door because holy shit Marinette has back muscles wow oh my god.  A bunch of them go swimming and everyone’s like “You are both tiny teens, how do you both have a sixpack.”  Adrien’s modeling agents are baffled by where he’s finding the time to pull this off, but like, hey, as long as he’s putting on lean muscle instead of bulking up, they’re not gonna…like…stop him.

Anyway flash forward to post-identity reveal when Marinette and Adrien are playing dodgeball again and she literally vaults over him to nail the last member of the opposing team and Adrien catches her on the drop and they run around celebrating like morons with Marinette on his shoulders while the entire school gapes at them.

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

Listen, I know we all like to talk about Marinette’s response when she finds out that Adrien is Chat Noir, but.  For a hot second.  Let’s just talk about how Adrien is going to react when he finds out that Marinette is Ladybug.  He thinks Marinette is great, clearly, even though her inability to speak to him has obviously convinced him that she doesn’t like him much.  But Adrien admires Marinette so much, she’s such a strong-willed person, she’s so clever, she’s so funny, and honestly if he wasn’t already so head over heels for Ladybug he’s be crazy about her.

After he finds out Ladybug’s identity, Adrien spends three hours lying flat on his back in his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling.

“Plagg, she’s so cool.  Plagg.  Plagg, Marinette is Ladybug and she’s amazing.  Plagg.  Plagg, are you listening to me?  Plagg, I think I love her.”

Plagg is absolutely not listening to him.  Adrien doesn’t care.

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

Fam.  Let’s talk about akuma!Chat Noir.  I have no idea if this is ever going to be a thing, but I want it to be a thing and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since I saw THIS AMAZING COMIC.  

Ladybug is wounded in battle with Hawkmoth, and Chat Noir…well.  The akumas are attracted to strong negative emotions, and for that moment, Adrien is nothing but a bit of driftwood being dragged out to sea on a riptide of grief and guilt and rage.  And Hawkmoth, he does like his dramatic irony, and what could be more ironic than this, one hero destroying another.

He miscalculates a bit, though.  His akuma melts into Chat Noir’s bell, and the magic sweeps over him, and, indeed, Adrien feels the akuma warp the lines of his thoughts.  Until all he feels is rage, white-hot and protective.  His lady is bloody in his arms and it’s all because of Hawkmoth and he is going to destroy anyone who comes near her.

Chat Blanc is going to make sure of it.

D:  what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

Anyway Adrien’s mother was a Miraculous holder and he got his sense of humor from her (”You know me,” she used to say, winking at him as she did her elaborate blue-green-violet eyeshadow, “vain as a peacock!”) and also she used to tell him about what it meant to be a good person.  He tries to live up to her memory every day.

A thought

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Marinette keeping the pics of Adrien up on her wall becuase she cant bring herself to throw them out, but adding pictures of her other friends as well so it’s less weird. Suddenly it’s Adrien and Alya and Nino and Rose and Kim and everyone at school who’s plastered against her walls. She adds pics of her parents, her neighbors, her Aikido instructor, and all the little kids she babysits. She even asks the regular patrons at the bakery if they’d mind posing for a portrait. (which of course they do because she’d always been so sweet and sunny and who could resist those blue eyes.) 

then one day Adrien gets invited back to her house. maybe to study, maybe for video games, the reason isn’t important. what is important is the fact he climbs up into her room and just marvels at all the friends Marinette has. The sheer volume of people she knows is staggering, he thinks, and he spends a good ten minutes looking at every single picture. 

Some wonderful things to keep in mind for this scenario:

1. Adrien spots himself amongst her collection, and while he’s not-so-lowkey ecstatic over the fact someone cares enough about him to hang his picture on their walls, he’s also a bit glum that the only shots she has are from magazines. everyone else gets candid shots or laughing selfies, things that show their personality, but all his photos are fabricated and retouched. Impersonal. He gently brings this to Marinette’s attention, and suggests she take some new pictures of him. Pictures just for her. (cue Marinette dying)
   
2. Adrien also happens to spot another familiar feline face on the walls, and just barely swallows down his pleased smirk (’cool it, you’re not in costume’) to find a dozen pics of Chat Noir scattered across Marinette’s room. Most of them he recognizes from the Ladyblog, but there’s one or two that seem to be candid captures of him on patrol. (which yeah, should probably freak him out but damn if Marinette’s photography skills dont make him look heroic as fuck under the moonlight.) He asks- very super casually -if she’s a fan, and is not at all emotionally prepared when Marinette launches into a speech about how Chat Noir is one of the most selfless, kind, and underappreciated people in all of Paris, and how he deserves just as much recognition as Ladybug for keeping the city safe. “Everyone needs to remember, his destruction is what balances Ladybug’s creation. Without each other, they’d be nothing,” Marinette prattles on. (Adrien nods mutely, desperately trying and failing not to fall in love.)
3. Speaking of Ladybug… she’s noticeably absent from the walls. When asked about it, Marinette grows vague, saying something about how she’s waiting for the right picture or what not. something unique. something that isnt already on the walls of every Ladybug fan in Paris. ‘Something unique…’ Adrien muses, asking Marinette if he might barrow her camera for the night, ‘I might just be able to do that…’

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

For the random title fic meme, from @littlestartopaz:  Sugar and spice. Miraculous! Fandom

This is obviously the fic where Alya is convinced that her best friend is cheating on her boyfriend who is…also cheating on her?  It’s all a little confusing, honestly, there are a lot of people to keep track of in this…love trapezoid, or so she tells Nino when she commandeers recruits him to help figure it out.

There are three problems with her mission to figure out what the hell is going on with Marinette and Adrien.  Little problems.  Tiny, really.  She can barely see them, they’re so small.

First of all, Marinette and Adrien are impossible to keep track of, which means she can’t even get a good picture of the guilty parties caught red-handed.  Alya can get around this, okay, she is a skilled journalist, she’ll figure it out even if she has to bug the little bastards.  (Nino thinks this is going a bit far, but she did not ask for his opinion, thank you very much.)

Second of all, neither Marinette nor Adrien will even entertain suspicion of each other, which under any other circumstances Alya would consider a good thing.  Really!  But how are they so dense, she wonders aloud on more than a few occasions to Nino.  Hell, they’re always running off without explanations, anyone would be suspicious.

Third of all, and this might be a slightly bigger problem, the other half of this set of guilty couples is pretty high profile.

But how do you just up and accuse the heroes of Paris of cheating with a couple of high school students?

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ok but imagine:

Chat Noir beginning to suspect his Lady’s identity through frequent visits to Marinette’s balcony

She gives him delicious baked goods, blankets when he accidentally ends up sleeping over, an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, and eventually (she swears she’s only doing it to shut him up) gentle fingers to scratch at the spot behind his ears that makes him slump into a pile of blissful goo.

And by observing her, her infectious smile, the freckles lightly dusting the bridge of her nose, the midnight hair framing those impossibly familiar blue eyes…Chat’s resolve crumbles. 

She’s too much like her, like his Lady, for it to be anyone else. Her voice - so clear and confident, her bravery when standing up to Chloe’s bullying, her sharp wit that only seems to come out when he’s facing her behind the guise of an alley cat…

Not to mention he catches a glimpse of a small red thing flitting around her head every now and then, and with his enhanced hearing, can hear it talking to her.

Marinette’s a miraculous holder, and Adrien’s in love.

But he’s not sure if she feels the same way…on either side of the mask. And it scares him. Ladybug simply rolls her eyes at Chat’s advances, and Adrien seems to make Marinette rather uncomfortable.

He’s lost his mother, his father’s never there for him, and he can’t lose his best friend and first love, too. 

So he dials back on visits to his princess, not only to protect himself from rejection but also so that he can’t kiss her like he desperately wants to; he stops kissing Ladybug’s hand in greeting, and keeps his distance. 

His friendship with her is one of the most precious things life’s ever given him, and he refuses to let his love for her get in the way of ruining it.

Till a particularly rainy day arrives, and Adrien finds himself unable to stop the tide pulling him ever closer to her.

Chloe’s talking about Chat Noir, and he snaps out of his mid-afternoon daze.

“I personally don’t see why Ladybug needs him. She’s quite capable of saving the city without him. All he does is get in her way,” she remarks absently, inspecting her perfect manicure, Sabrina nodding in agreement.

Something in Adrien deflates, and he pretends he hadn’t heard that.

“He doesn’t deserve to be called a hero, remember that time he completely destroyed my room-”

“Don’t you dare say that about him.”

Everyone listening looks over in shock, and Marinette’s standing with Alya in the doorway, brows furrowed in a  way that makes her the spitting image of Ladybug facing an akuma.

Adrien’s heart is beating so fast he wonders whether it’s going to stop any minute. He can’t look away or pretend he isn’t listening anymore.

Chloe smirks and opens her mouth to retort, but his Lady cuts her off once again. 

“He’s loyal to Ladybug, and he’s unbelievably kind. He’s devoted to saving Paris just as much as she is, and without him on her side, she wouldn’t be here today!”

If Adrien’s blush could get any redder, it’d be worse than Nathanael’s hair right about now.

“He’s just as important and heroic as she is, and he deserves every good thing in the world. So don’t talk crap about people you barely know, or about people who do a heck of a lot more for the world than you do!”

Chloe’s stunned at the girl’s ferocious defense of the black cat, but she sneers even though she’s cornered. “It sounds like you have a bit of a crush on him, Marinette. Careful, wouldn’t want a dirty street cat like him to hear. He’s nobody’s hero. He hasn’t even been seen in some time.”

Marinette fixes her with a glare, but her voice softens. “He’s my hero,” she says simply. “And I’m willing to bet there are many others who’d say the same. He’s my hero, he’s Ladybug’s hero, and he’s…he’s someone I miss very much right now.” Her voice seems to break then, and she turns on her heel to walk out the door, leaving Chloe and the others gaping after her.

Adrien is utterly floored. Completely, irreversibly floored, and he can’t muster any coherent thought except to find Marinette as soon as possible. 

His head is buzzing. Marinette…Ladybug, she’s missed him. Missed him while he tried to give her space and keep his distance, when all she’d wanted was for him to be right next to her. 

She’d sounded so passionate and sincere when she defended him that perhaps, perhaps she might love him, too.

It’s still raining when evening arrives, and she finds her drenched kitty shivering on her balcony, after such a long time.

It’s still raining when he presses his lips to hers right then and there, and she lets him kiss her the way he’s wanted to for so, so long. She’s warm and sweet and strong against him, and they melt into each other.

It’s still raining when they reluctantly break apart, Marinette pressed up against him, drenched from head to toe just like he is, chests heaving and cheeks flushing.

His miraculous beeps a warning-Plagg hates the rain- and he moves away to hide his face as he detransforms. What if he, Adrien, isn’t enough?

She cups his cheeks and meets his gaze. “Minou, I’ll love you no matter who you are underneath that mask. Please, please don’t go away again,” she implores, as if she’d read his thoughts.

He doesn’t deny her, knows that he can’t ever deny her anything, and he breathes out a promise.

 “I won’t, my lady. Never again.”

(via lathori)

For @littlestartopaz (who requested it) and @twistedangelsays (who wanted to read it).  Chat Noir/Ladybug with G from this post, Chat says the line (“Don’t you ever do that again!”)

All right yeah, look, I really like reveal fics and I really like pain, so this is the product of that.  Also, these two kids need to get their shit together and cuddle and care about each other and stuff.  I am a simple woman with simple needs.  AND this is your friendly reminder that I am taking prompts and there’s a masterlist of ships/fandoms on my blog!  Hit me up!

“This guy needs to chill out,” Chat Noir said, shooting a smirk at Ladybug to see her nose crinkle up.  Her look of fond distaste was the highlight of his day, every day, the kind of friendly teasing Adrien had always wished for as a little boy. The only thing better was when she actually shot a joke back at him, leaving a warm weight in his chest and a smile on his face.

“That wasn’t even clever, Chat,” she said, spinning her yoyo and letting it fly at the shell of ice between them and the rest of the world.  He spun his baton overhand and slammed it into the crack she had left, and as he pulled back the yoyo lashed out again.

“So you think my puns are usually clever?” he asked, grinning, and hit the ice again.  “You know, I could have us out of here–”

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“Miraculous! Adrinette where Marinette is an upperclassman. Her main interaction with Adrien is at her parent’s shop, where he always grabs something during lunch break. She’s still a hot mess around him, and he’s still a complete flirt with Ladybug. Go.”  For @littlestartopaz , on the AU meme.

C’mon now, we’ve all basically agreed that I’ve co-opted this meme as an excuse to get AU prompts and write a lot on every single one of them.  So Marinette is seventeen here and Adrien is still a lonely fifteen-year-old kid who gets devoted to anyone who seems like they care about his feelings. There’s no regard whatsoever for the canon timeline here, we’re pretending that they’re already working together by the time he starts public school.

• The first time Adrien Agreste walks into her parents’ bakery, Marinette hides behind the counter and hyperventilates for a solid minute while he looks around.  She stutters her way through taking his order, and he gives her a small smile that genuinely makes her heart stop a little.  (She’s going to feel bad about that later, once she knows how much it bothers him when people get fluttery over him, but look, just look, he’s a very handsome boy and she’s awkward, this is a matter of record, Alya has the proof.)
  
• And then he actually sits at the counter and picks through his sandwich and talks to her, and he’s nice and funny and wry, with a sweet self-deprecating smile.  Marinette can barely string a sentence together, but he doesn’t make fun of her or question her and he seems fine with pretending that she has no idea who he is.  She might die, she might have a heart attack, but what a way to go, that’s all she’s saying, under those bright green eyes.
  

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