Marinette, stomping into her room: I HATE EVERYTHING
Tikki: ?!?!
Marinette: I WENT TO A LADYBUG LOOKALIKE CONTEST
Marinette: AND I LOST
Marinette: TO CHAT NOIR
Tikki: [spits out cookie]
my poor boy looks so miserable
“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.
no one will believe me when i say that i’ve drawn a mulmouse and chat and i haven’t posted it, but others have had the EXACT SAME idea ‘:D great minds think alike is what i’m thinking because i’ve seen three drawings that look almost exactly the same as my own
no hate, just amazement how collective minds know exactly what the people want
*Ladybug and Chat Noir are thrown several years into the future by an akuma*
Ladybug: We'll never be able to handle the situation on our own! Since we're in the future, do you think future *us* are around?
Chat Noir: Probably. But how would we go about finding... ourselves?
Ladybug: Uhh, or they'll find us. *points at two figures approaching*
Future Ladybug: I see you two brought us an old friend.
Ladybug: Right, sorry about that. He's a bit hard to handle.
Future Chat: *looks at Ladybug and smirks*
Ladybug: *looks away, uncomfortable, towards Chat* Why are you looking at me like that?
Chat Noir: I don't know, I'm not him!
Future Chat: I just can't believe I couldn't figure out it was you. *laughs* It's very obvious, seeing you now.
Ladybug: Y-You know who I am?
Future Chat: Can't keep those kinds of secrets from your spouse now, can you?
Ladybug: *in immense shock*
Chat Noir: *in complete euphoria*
Future Chat: *whispers* Why is she reacting like that?
Future Ladybug: Simply because she doesn't know. Don't worry, Ladybug, you'll be very happy with how things turn out.
Ladybug:
Chat Noir:
Future Ladybug: Nice job, you broke them.
Future Chat: ...We were the ones that took care of this akuma, right?
Future Ladybug: *sigh*
Nine Lives (16) The Judging
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.
Marinette: [phone starts ringing]
Alya: [looks to see who’s calling]
Alya: [chuckling] You still call your father ‘daddy’, Mari?
Marinette: [looks at Alya with a completely straight face and answers the phone]
Marinette: Hey Chat.
Alya: [chokes]
A Bad Idea
So I haven’t finished any piece of fanfiction in like five months, so who really knows what this is
@1kittynoir1 requested a Marichat Mistletoe drabble, so here it is! Sorry it took me so long, but I made it a bit longer than the promised 1000 words so hopefully that makes up for its lack of timeliness. Hope you enjoy! :)
The soft pitter patter of rain falling against the roof had long since turned into a thunderous downpour, loud enough to dull any other noises in Marinette’s empty home.
She usually hated it when her parents had to be away for the weekend, as it left her alone with too much time and not enough sound to occupy the space.
Before becoming a superhero, she’d often talked to herself in these moments, narrating her life or imagining conversations with people she knew or playfully teasing herself when she tripped up the stairs. Since Tikki had become a permanent fixture in her life, however, she no longer felt the urge to fill the house with empty words or unfulfilled fantasies when she could instead enjoy the company of a real friend.
But on certain nights when the wind was loud and the rain hard, they didn’t speak. The creaking sounds of a girl climbing up the stairs couldn’t be heard over such a roaring storm. Neither could the gentle hum of a sewing machine or the crumbling of a chocolate chip cookie into a tiny god’s mouth or the soft thump of a stealthy cat landing on a balcony.
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