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“she-ra is queerbaiting” oh ladies we are Not doing this today
i havent seen a single scene from this show but it takes 1 second of critical thinking to know that a lesbian creator dancing around censorship & having gay subtext is astronomically different from straight creators dangling around gay rep like a donkey with a carrot and stick
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good morning! what a wonderful day to normalize straight girls having crushes on trans guys and straight guys having crushes on trans girls!
terfs don;t even fuckign look at this post thanks
AND NORMALIZE CIS LESBIANS HAVING CRUSHES ON TRANS WOMEN AND CIS GAY MEN HAVING CRUSHES ON TRANS MEN
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A Miraculous Ladybug Reveal Fanfiction
Summary: After the events of Oblivio, something about Chat Noir and Ladybug’s kiss forged a bond that draws them together, despite their memory loss. Meanwhile, the universe seems insistent that Marinette and Adrien reunite, but this has some drawbacks. Namely, they can’t seem to stop holding hands.
At school the day after Oblivio, Adrien is cramming books into his locker when it happens. There’s a tingle against his right palm, like wind passing across his skin. Bewildered, he looks around, wondering if maybe it’s a draft from one of the windows, but none of them are open. Nobody else seems to have had the curious sensation, because the hallway is bustling with students going about their normal routines. It’s a normal Wednesday for everyone else. But yesterday wasn’t normal for Adrien.
Yesterday, he kissed Ladybug, and can’t for the life of him figure out how it happened.
He does one more glance around, and the tingling intensifies into a distinct warmth. As if someone is holding his hand. He nearly drops his book bag and glances over his shoulder again, wondering if this is some kind of medical emergency. Is this a symptom for something? Maybe he should have paid more attention in anatomy.
Then he notices Marinette. She has her locker door open, so he can’t see her face, but she is opening and closing her left hand, as if she’s having the same problem. Adrien finishes unloading his books, grabs his math notes, and wanders over to her. She closes her locker door at that very moment, and suddenly they’re face to face. Her eyes widen and she jumps back, arms flailing. A few students around them duck to avoid getting hit.
“Agh! You scared me! How long have you been standing there?”
He can’t help but smile. “Sorry! Not long, I literally just walked up.”
“Oh. Hi?”
“Hi.” He’s never really noticed before, but Marinette’s eyes are really, really blue. Like the ocean. Peaceful, deep, mysterious. A riptide, pulling him in.
“D-Did you…need something?”
He blinks, startled. “Oh right.” Now that he thinks about it, it feels weird to ask if something’s wrong with her hand. “Uh, never mind.”
They stare at each other awkwardly for a moment, before Adrien’s hand moves of its own volition. It seems Marinette’s does the same thing, because the hands meet mid-distance between them and interlock fingers. They both stare in horror; they’re holding hands.
Never mind how right it feels to be connected to her (which…why is Adrien even thinking that?), this should not be happening. What is going on?
Adrien wrestles his hand away, which is harder than he expected. It’s like pulling two strong magnets apart. He feels strangely disappointed when he’s finally able to get free, though this thought is quickly surpassed by the fact that he is completely mortified. “I…I am so sorry. I have no idea what just happened.”
“Me either,” Marinette says faintly. “We should…um…go to class.”
“Yeah.”
They part eagerly, and Adrien doesn’t have to look in the reflection of the glass door to his classroom to know his face is beet red. And the worst thing? The curious sensation of someone holding his hand is still there. And it’s getting worse.
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Now with 600% more puns.
Read part one here.
Adrien had been self-conscious all morning. It was normal for people to get excited about the new ads, and he was used to people whispering and blushing around him more than usual, but this time it was different. He’d never done a shirtless ad before, and even his friends were acting oddly around him afterward. Well, it was mostly Marinette that was being strange, and he didn’t want to ask her about it.
He was relieved when an akuma was spotted. Finally! He’d felt like he’d been waiting forever for a chance to be someone else for a while. As soon as he reached the battle, he suspected something might be wrong with his partner. She had let herself get knocked around, which was unusual for her, but she was also in a terrible mood, not to mention very sunburned, though that probably had nothing to do with her current state.
The second time he rescued her, he thought maybe she was sick, and that the redness in her cheeks was due to fever, not sunburn. By the fourth time he rescued her, he was seriously concerned.
There were other odd things about her behavior that he couldn’t explain, too. She was awkward, distracted, and she’d spent almost the entire fight staring at him. He’d spent a lot of time imagining what Ladybug staring at him would be like. It was usually highly romantic and ended with him hugging his pillow and Plagg making retching noises in the background. It was nothing like the reality he now faced. Ladybug’s eyes bored into him, hard and slightly manic. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, and he wasn’t sure he was brave enough to ask her about it.
They chased the akuma around a corner and found themselves face-to-face with another one of the ads. Why, oh why, did the akuma keep leading them back to these stupid things? Cat Noir was tempted to cataclysm it, but he stopped himself. It would raise too many questions.
Ladybug seemed to having as strong of a reaction as he was having. She whipped around to him and starting staring again.
And that was when he realized it. Ladybug hated Adrien. She wasn’t staring at Cat Noir, exactly. She was avoiding the billboards. She was disgusted by them, couldn’t even stand to look at pictures of him.
He believed that for all of two minutes, until he found her after getting separated again. She was staring at a billboard, face redder than he’d yet seen it, openmouthed. He landed as quietly as he could next to her, but she shrieked anyway.
"I wasn’t distracted!“ she screamed at him.
"I never said anything about-”
"I wasn’t staring!“ Her eyes flicked back toward the billboard before fixing on his face, desperate to prove wrong the new, tantalizing idea that was forming in his mind.
"Let’s go akuma!” she yelled. “I mean, fight. Fight the akuma.”
Cat Noir didn’t move, letting his gaze volley back and forth between her and the billboard. A sunburn, ha! She’d been blushing this whole time! Hate him? Ha!
A smirk sprouted on Cat Noir’s face. “You think he’s attractive, don’t you?”
"No!“
Cat Noir leaned in, letting her flustered, red face fill his vision. "You have a massive crush on him, don’t you?”
"NO!“
That was all he needed to hear. Next time he saw his father, he was going to give him a big hug. Ladybug liked him! She thought he was handsome!
"You want to stare at him all day, don’t you?” he asked, too giddy to stop himself, even when his partner gave him a menacing look. “Maybe you should sneak over to his house later. I bet he’ll let you stare at his muscles in person.”
"Can we just fight the monster, please?“ Ladybug said. Every bit of her visible skin was a deep shade of crimson by now, and she was using a hand to block her view of the billboard, all pretense of not avoiding it gone.
”Abs-olutely.“
Ladybug wrinkled her nose and jumped away, but that didn’t stop the stream of gleeful puns.
"I can see why you like him so much, My Lady. He’s such a suit-able match for you.” This earned him a slap on the shoulder.
When she told him to hurry up, he told her to keep her shirt on. When she lied about liking Adrien a second time, he joked about her being in denial of the naked truth. She threatened to toss him into the Seine for that one.
Each joke made Ladybug angrier. (Though, when he accused Gabriel of being a very clothes-minded man, she laughed.) She got more ferocious with the akuma, and he finally realized that his puns were actually helping the fight. She focused on being angry instead of the on the ads, and it was clearing her head.
One thing he couldn’t figure out: Why was she glancing at him with concern? He caught the brief pitying frowns she threw at him, between her angry scowls, and he wasn’t sure what they were for. He was having the time of his life, and it showed.
Once they’d discovered the antidote was puns, the distraction of the billboards didn’t have much of an effect on their fighting. The battle took a little longer than normal, but they cleansed the akuma and set everything right within a few minutes, like they always did, and none of Paris seemed to be the wiser about the delay.
They fistbumped atop the Pont Neuf, overlooking the river. Ladybug waited next to him as the white butterfly fluttered out of sight, completely harmless, and then rested a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you,” she said, voice earnest. “You really helped me focus.”
That had honestly not been on his mind at all, but okay. “You’re welcome,” he said.
"That was-“ She removed her hand and looked away, down toward the swirling water. Her hair hung limp and damp from her own swim a few minutes earlier. "Are you okay? We don’t have to talk about my crush on Adrien if it makes you uncomfortable,” she said quickly. “But that was probably difficult for you, and I wanted to you know I’m grateful for your help, and to make sure you were okay, and… yeah. Sorry.”
So that’s what the pity had been about. She thought he was hiding his broken heart behind a wall of puns. To be fair, he did that a lot and she knew it, but NOT TODAY!
"What can I say?“ He pulled himself up to his full height and threw out his chest impressively. "I’m an im-pec-able partner.”
Ladybug knocked him off the bridge and straight into the river, and he smiled the whole way down.
Okay, so @pope-duwang-i left a comment ages ago (on ch 3 of Seeing Double) about Gabriel making a shirtless ad campaign when he realizes Ladybug has a thing for his son, to distract her while she’s fighting. And a few weeks later I made that pun about pecs, and then those two things combined together to form this beautiful monstrosity. (I’m not even sorry.) Thanks for reading!
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There would come a day, Marinette knew, when she would meet Gabriel Agreste again. She wasn’t sure when that was going to happen. She also wasn’t sure what her reaction would be. Would she hug him in gratitude? Or would she slap him? There was no way to be sure.
The day began like any normal Tuesday. She woke up late, cursed whoever decided to make morning start so early in the day, and ran out the door with a piece of toast in her mouth. The “normal” ended as Marinette crossed the street, her mouth falling open, her toast hitting the pavement. In front of her was a 20-foot tall billboard of Adrien.
New Gabriel ad campaigns always made her a little weak at the knees. Who wouldn’t love a new set of pictures of their crush to stare at? But this one was different. It was an advertisement for a new line of pants. To make sure that buyers could see how well they sat on the hips, Adrien was shirtless. Or maybe that was only the excuse they were making to have their most attractive model pose half-naked. Her eyes raked up and down the giant photo, taking in his well-toned muscles, his seductive smile, his disheveled hair. Marinette’s mouth went dry.
When the school bell rang, she was close enough to hear it, but mentally far enough away that it took her another full minute to realize that it meant she was late for class and that she needed to move herself.
A few minutes later than she had originally planned, she slipped into the classroom, eyes on the ground. Adrien’s shoes peeked out from under his desk, but that was all she allowed herself to see of him. There was no way she could look him in the eye right now.
That had been three hours ago, and she’d spent the whole morning red-faced and spluttering. When she wasn’t stealing looks at Adrien, she was stealing glances at his pictures (and reinserting her eyes back into her face). The new photos seemed to be everywhere. They popped up as ads when she googled something. They were passed around in the hallways. She could even see one on a billboard from her science room window. That class had ended with a lecture on lab safety after she accidentally set her textbook on fire.
Marinette was looking forward to a nice, relaxing, calming lunch at home, where she could control her exposure to “the ad” and maybe collect herself. The universe had different plans for her. Or at least Hawk Moth did.
As she started to shovel her books into her backpack, an emergency alert went out on her phone, informing all of Paris that there was an akuma attack. All were advised to shelter in place. Marinette swore under her breath. So much for a soothing lunch break. Her fraying sanity would have to wait.
The bell sounded a second later, and she slipped out of the classroom, escaping from Alya (who’d been laughing at her reactions all day). All she could do was tell herself to focus on the fight and hope the akuma stayed away from billboards. She could ignore the puddle of goo that was her insides for a few minutes while they cleaned up Hawk Moth’s mess, right?
When Ladybug got outside, she discovered she was in severe trouble. She’d already known that the new Gabriel ads were everywhere, but she hadn’t realized they were EVERYWHERE. Mr. Agreste had apparently bought every other billboard in the city overnight. She was absolutely doomed.
Ladybug got to the fight first, and within the first minute she’d let herself get tripped, tossed three blocks over, and knocked into the Seine without her yoyo. Cat Noir turned up just then and made some stupid pun about cat-fishing. He laughed when she threatened to push him in herself, but she was grateful to finally have something else to look at.
When they found the akuma again, he was perched on top of another one of “the ads,” pacing, drawing her attention, and her face started to warm up again. It was going to be a looong day.
(The second half will be up tomorrow night! is right here! Adrien’s point of view!)
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Anonymous asked:
It’s pretty much the only thing about their relationship that I am DYING to know!
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🎵 Miraculous! Porte-bonheur! Lady magique et lady chance! 🎵
A quick little Ladybug requested by @assassy-art ! Hope you like it!
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