

Local Man-Cat gets too into character
Love Akuma: Take this!
(Chat noir takes hit)
Ladybug: Chat!!!
Love akuma: let’s see how useful he will be when he is distracted by how in love he is with you.
(Chat noir gets up)
Chat noir: Come on my Lady, we have to keep fighting.
(Ladybug and akuma are confused)
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Ladybug: How did you avoid being affected by the akuma’s power?
Chat noir: (smiles) I couldn’t love you anymore if I tried.
“Catch me if you can, Chaton.”
His lungs expand with every breath, heart pulsing through the movements as his blood and adrenaline surge throughout his body. Chat’s steps don’t falter their step, and he pursues forward through the brisk night in the hunt of his prey.
Adrien: I am single, the only thing that screws me on a regular basis is life.
(Marinette turns to alya)
Marinette: I’m considering changing my first name.
Alya: To what?
Marinette: Life
I FINISHED IT. (There’s more chapters, though.)

(Available on Ao3 and FF.net. Links in Reblog)
When Adrien Agreste is scheduled to go to a Military School in Germany, Chat Noir must make a critical decision. Does he give up his Miraculous? Or does he give up Adrien?
I’ll save you the trouble of guessing, he gives up Adrien.
I’ve written court scenes before, but always in America. France has slightly different protocol when it comes to the Justice system. But, I’m not an expert. One noticeable change is that they don’t have a Jury in cases of terrorism, the other is that they have 9 judges (which is kind of like a jury) with one presiding judge called a president, who does most of the questioning. I’m sure there’s plenty more differences, but this is what I’m going with because I couldn’t find many english articles to help. So lawyers out there, sorry!
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It is generally known to wear a suit to court. Adrien was, in fact, suited up, though Skintight leather was a bit different from what everyone else was wearing. And they weren’t even in the courtroom yet.
Chat Noir and Ladybug sat together on a bench, outside the courtroom, in a secluded hallway. Vaulted ceilings and polish marble added to the depressing aura of the hall. Dr. Florin Rayne stood nearby, glancing over his notes. He was the lawyer that Mayor Bourgeois had appointed to run this trial. He seemed like a nice man, a little cold, but he was sharp as a tack and the best in the business.


So when I saw this thanks to a Brazilian Birdie my mind went to Marichat. Then I remembered this little gem:

They’re touching it.