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

Ladybug + Adrien NOT MY STORY

My first Ladrien chapter... wow. tbh im not a big fan of Ladrien, even though its the only ship that and sail in the love square its just weird (for me ofc)... This fic is called Free Pass by ghostlyhamburger (ofc) ahem ahem enjoy

Marinette stayed away from Adrien for a few days. It was hard, sure—she had to see him at school, which meant she got distracted at his every movement and smile.

On Friday he came to class nursing a large cup of coffee, and when he spoke, his voice was gravelly and low from sleepiness. His tone of voice was so similar to how he'd sounded when she was last in his room, and she couldn't help but to squeeze her legs together under her desk as she pretended not to be affected by him.

She did a little shopping on her phone during her lunch break. She knew everything she was doing was a bad idea—Adrien had Kagami, probably, and she definitely wasn't supposed to use her Ladybug identity to get sexy with a hot guy—but she really didn't want to stop.

Two days later, Adrien woke up to a text message from an unknown number.

???: Hey Hot Stuff

???: good morning~

He texted back almost immediately.

Adrien: Ladybug? How did you get my number?

Ladybug: a bug has her secrets ;)

Ladybug: are you free tonight?

Adrien: for you? always

Adrien: but I'm busy till midnight

Ladybug: then I'll be at your window at 12:01 ;)

He knew Ladybug would be busy until then as well—they had a patrol scheduled. If his plans had been with literally anyone else, he would've cancelled them without a thought.

That night, while on patrol, it was difficult for him to act like everything was normal. She looked beautiful as always, and all Chat could focus on was his fantasies of what might happen after patrol ended.

Ladybug herself was distracted as well. As the two sat on a rooftop, she was quiet, staring out at the city with a distant smile on her face.

"Are you all right, My Lady?" he asked her.

She nodded slowly. "Chat, have you ever done something you know is probably wrong, but you couldn't help it?"

He frowned. Was she talking about something else? Or did she really think what they had was wrong? "I think everyone has. Sometimes you deserve to be a little selfish."

"I'm just such a hypocrite," she groaned. "I hate liars and I can't be honest with—with the guy I like. So every time I see him, I'm just pulling him into my own lies."

He wanted to tell her it was okay, that he didn't need to know her identity to love her, that he was happy to have whatever she wanted to give him. At the same time, she'd made it clear she didn't want to know his identity—even if it hurt to not tell her.

"I'm sure that he doesn't mind," Chat replied, choosing his words carefully. "When you care about someone, you respect their boundaries, right?" Even if it was hard as hell to do so.

She nodded. "I know he likes me like this," she said, gesturing to her mask, "but I don't know if he'd feel the same if he knew who I was under the mask. And it's too dangerous to tell him."

"Would you tell him if you could?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied instantly, but then she smiled at him. "After I told you, of course. Don't worry, I would never forget my partner."