My favorite Smut/Fluff parts from different Miraculous Ladybug fanfictions!

Marichat (not my story)

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY (sorry im late lol I took a nap)! There is sin in it you are warned. Also, I will be a warning before the sin part and after. It will look like this; ⚠️SIN⚠️. And then I will let you know when sin is over with this; ✨Innocent beans✨. This is called "The Dome" By Kallious, here's in link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29413833?view_adult=true (it will also be in the comments) ENJOY! (Also this is a very long chapter)

The bell rang out clear and powerful, signaling the end of the school day on Friday afternoon. The students of Francoise Dupont began filing out of their respective classroom and out into the clear, sunny 60 degree weather of mid February.

Marinette Dupain-Chang gathered her textbooks, shoving them into her petite pink backpack lazily and slinging the bag over one shoulder. Beside her, her best friend Alya Cesaire was doing the same; closing the flap of her blue courier bag. Their classmates spoke boisterously, excited energy flickering in the air amongst them at the approaching holiday this weekend. Questions of one's plans, laughter, and chatter were exchanged as everyone slipped out of the door.

Marinette and Alya were among the last to leave the room except for Mylene and Ivan who sat in the back whispering quiet sweet words to each other. Marinette caught sight of them just before stepping out into the hallway and something inside her chest ached, pulling tight and painfully.

"Come on, girl." Alya encouraged just a few feet ahead. Marinette nodded, breaking her eyes away from the couple who wore their happiness on their faces. She wished for that for herself, honestly. Most of her days in the last couple years were spent pining for the boy whose face covered nearly every billboard in Paris. And no, it wasn't some random celebrity movie star or singer lightyears away from her reach, though sometimes she wished he were. Unfortunately, the subject of her affections sat in front of her in Miss Bustier's class 5 days a week.

Adrien Agreste, son of the local wealthy fashion mogul, Gabriel Agreste. Adrien himself is a part time model for his father's company, and a local celebrity in his own right. Or... perhaps a little more than local. Adrien's face was world known. He often flew out of the country, missing school for a few weeks on end, to attend fashion shows, photo shoots, paid appearances, and such.

Adrien is rich, devastatingly handsome, popular, and kind above all. The latter attribute being the leading constitute to why Marinette developed and still nursed her helpless crush.

Every time she ever made contact with him in any way, he is exceptionally kind to her, taking time out to ask her how her day has been and wishing her well. She lived for any ounce of attention he fed her. She could play it cool – what she considered cool —long enough for him to depart with a soul crushingly beautiful grin and wave, but as soon as he closed the door of his limousine, she lost it... Every. Time.

Marinette usually needed to be dragged or pushed back to her home, the bakery across the street from the school, by Alya. She was too much of a wreck of love-stricken sickness; squealing and sighing interchangeably. Alya was used to the sight by now and took it upon herself to always take on 'Marinette duty' when she knew Adrien would be around.

Nights in Marinette's room were spent practicing Adrien's poster that she worshipped above her bed. She had more, of course, scattered around her room, but the one above her bed was her favorite. Adrien's award winning smile as he leaned over and posed for the camera while dressed in a high fashion steel gray tuxedo. Every time she saw it, it sent her heart into spirals. She pictured him in the same attire as he stood at the head of the altar on their wedding day.

As if that would ever happen.

Marinette and Alya walked down the concrete steps outside of the school together, chatting casually about their weekend plans. Apparently Alya and her boyfriend, Nino Lahiffe had plans for Valentine's Day this Sunday and she was ecstatically telling her best friend about the special night she had prepared for him.