#AND ADRINETTE KEEP INTERRUPTING HIM

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Hi It is me back at it again with sentitwin telepathy au propaganda. Heres felixs live reactions to adrien and marinette not being able to kiss each other for a painful amount of days

i think you will be pleased to know this propaganda worked, my dearest moonie. upon seeing this art i immediately went into a frenzy and realized i needed to combine my ♊twin telepathy au♊ with the 🤴🏻princess and the pauper au💂🏻‍♂️ to maximize the senti-twins' suffering.

here's a bit of an excerpt from what i wrote 👀

What color was Henry IV’s white horse? Félix stared at the page before him, even more baffled by the abundance of lines beneath the exam question. Glancing around, he found no sign of confusion from the other students filling the auditorium. While some were sneaking glances at the professor stationed down by the podium, or checking the time on their phones, most were bent over the exam booklets, scribbling away as though every question on the test made perfect sense.   It was a trick. It had to be. Maybe Félix hadn’t done all the readings for this English History class, but he was certain this particular question hadn’t been on the study guide.  Gray, came Adrien’s voice through the bond.  Félix started at the sudden interruption, dropping his pen to the floor with a loud clatter. Several of his classmates turned to look at the offending noise; the professor was already glaring his way as he bent to retrieve it.  Would you stop that? Félix shot back, hunching in his seat and dropping his head so low to the paper, he could no longer see anyone else. I’m in class. Henry IV’s horse was gray, not white. Félix pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to look like he was concentrating rather than being pestered by his twin. Are you some kind of historical horse expert now? Most horses that look white are actually gray, Adrien explained with more gusto than Félix’s history professor had ever demonstrated. Their dark coat loses pigmentation over time. There are some pure white horses, but they’re a result of cross-breeding techniques that didn’t exist during the time of Henry IV.  Félix put his pen to the page, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Is that what they teach you in prince school? he asked, writing out Adrien’s answer word for word. That fancy royal education better not disappoint, Your Highness. I’m surprised you didn’t already know the answer, Felix. Adrien’s thoughts turned smug, a hint of glee slashing across the brooch on Félix’s chest. Since you always paid so much attention whenever I had lessons with Kagami.  Félix ducked his head again, face hot as he moved to the next question. Sod off.

basically what's happened is, felix and adrien were separated at birth. adrien went to go be the prince of france while felix was raised as a filthy peasant british boy. they find out they're senti-twins when felix steals the peacock miraculous 👀

it's also love square prpr so all those adrinette almost-kisses would definitely happen, and felix will DEFINITELY be making those faces as he judges his loser twin (even though felix himself is just as big a loser ❤️)

#also klsdfklefagerdf #i just love how felix is more and more annoyed in every frame #like adrinette is just trying to cope with how dumb and in love they are #and felix is just trying to live his life #AND ADRINETTE KEEP INTERRUPTING HIM #that last panel is sending me btw i canNOT #is he breaking the 4th wall or is he trying to run the other way #little does he know he will never escape the love square <3 #princess and the pauper au #twin telepathy au #ml fanfic #miraculous fanfic #wip #adrien agreste #felix graham de vanily #felix f*th*m #senti-adrien #senti-felix #princess & the pauper/twin telepathy au #king henry iv #moonieratty

[artzychic27]

Hello, I want to ask what are the science kids & the Austins worst experiences with Marinette or Ladybug were? Like it could be mixed of both, I’m just wondering.

Okay! *cracks knuckles* Let’s fucking do this!

Simon:

Asked by her many many many times to help her get some video footage of Adrien. He would’ve said yes, but Marinette asked for him to do it in secret

Uh… Illegal? And when they said no, she snapped and sent him dozens of photos she took of Adrien in secret before storming off… He’s an accomplice now.

Reshma:

Alienated simply because she was rich and Marinette saw a photo of her in a magazine with Chloé for some charity gala, and immediately assumed the worst

Marinette spread a rumor back when they were twelve that she and Chloé are friends, making it hard for Reshma to make any friends for herself

Denise:

Reprimanded by Ladybug in front of dozens of people for “vigilantism” when really, they just punched an Akuma before it could attack Simon

When they commissioned a dress, Marinette explained that she didn’t quite have enough fabric for Denise’s build, even when Denise made serval offers to pay double. She didn’t wanna “waste” fabric. (I’ll give some of ya’ll a moment to think about what that means)

Jean:

Pressured into giving up the lead role in a play to Adrien so Marinette could kiss him

He got Akumatized because of that, and received a harsh lecture for Ladybug over forgiveness or some shit, and Marinette never apologized to him

Ismael:

Marinette: “No offense, and not to be rude, but your current look is kinda butch. I get your wanna- I mean, your are a guy, but you could stand to look a little more presentable. And remember, there’s no shame in having a feminine touch to your clothes.”

She’s one of those aggressively accepting people who goes on about how “Ismael, you should be a model! You look so good! I can make you tons of binders, and I’ll donate the money to transgender charities!”

Marc:

He wore ONE magenta skirt to school and now Marinette keeps trying to get him to wear more traditionally feminine clothing and be her model for an “inclusive line”. And when he was Rooster Bold, Ladybug kept trying to get him to transform into an outfit more like Pigella’s

Marinette keeps giving him terrible advice for dating Nathaniel, even going so far as to suggest he should stalk him

Cosette:

Promised dozens of times to help them study for a big test, but NEVER kept them. Cosette managed to get a good grade on their own, but there Marinette is taking the credit for “helping them study” and soaking up the praise

And Cosette is just like: Uh, bitch? You didn’t do jackshit.

Lacey:

While doing parkour around Paris, she was interrupted by a sudden Akuma attack. As she was sprinting back home, Ladybug swooped in out of nowhere and knocked them off the side of a building. Lacey was horribly injured and Ladybug didn’t do shit to help her back up, Chat Noir did

And when the Cure took effect, instead of asking if she was alright, Ladybug had the gall to reprimand her and Chat in front dozens od people for their “recklessness”, and Lacey was forced to take some shitty seminar of safety and shit even though she’s gone through all the regulations of what she can and can’t do

Zoé:

Unwillingly dragged into the cringe Adrinette plans despite her constantly saying no, only to be met with some clear gaslighting from Marinette

When she told Marinette about how she was bullied at school, this girl made it all about herself and talked about how she was constantly bullied by Chloé until Zoé faked being sick and left… Then Marinette texted her the rest of her story when she got home

Aurore:

Aurore has a habit of correcting people, not to be rude, just so they don’t make the mistake again. When Ladybug was having a hard time figuring out what to do with her Lucky Charm, and her method would have put lives in danger, Aurore rushed in and used the Lucky Charm in a way that wouldn’t have risked the lives of probably dozens

And although Aurore received praise from the citizens for her quick thinking, Ladybug was pissed, scolded Aurore for behaving so recklessly without a Miraculous, and told everyone to never follow her example. This public scene got Aurore suspended from being the weather girl for a while until some protesters backed her up

Mireille:

When Marinette heard she was going to a party with Adrien thanks to her dad’s connections, she kept trying to “coerce” Mireille into making her her plus-one. But Mireille said no dozens of time and in a fit of jealousy, Marinette moved the “wet floor” sign and Mireille tripped and fell on the floor, allowing Marinette to steal her ticket

While on bed rest, Mireille turned the tv on and saw Marinette in a pink evening dress holding Adrien’s hand and going on about how Mireille was so nice to give up her ticket to her since she couldn’t go

Austin A:

As revenge for a bad review on her website, Marinette stole his makeup bag and swapped out his face cream for something Austin’s allergic to. So, when Austin used it, his skin broke out in hives and he had to go to the hospital

When he returned to school, he heard Marinette going on to her friends about how he deserved what happened. The worst part of this is that the bad review was warranted. The scarf he commissioned unraveled easily

Austin B:

He decided to try out for the Mecha Strike tournament because Max was out sick and wouldn’t be able to compete. He won, and gets to play alongside Adrien. But, then! Marinette swoops in and steals his position

Then she rubs it in his face in private, telling him the school doesn’t need “another Chloé” representing them

Austin Q:

Saw him walking his brother home while he was in his headspace, made a show that she was concerned about him of all people being the one to care for Félice, causing Félice to have a panic attack that she accused Austin of causing

Saw him buying a shark plushie at a toy store and took a picture, which she sent to everyone, and Austin was too mortified to leave his own home

Austin T

During a school bake sale, more customers were going to his booth instead of hers, she got jealous and made backhanded compliments about how “his pastries are so good that Austins clearly enjoys them himself” (Give y’all a moment to think about what she meant)

When Ladybug came fo the school as a guest speaker to speak about abuse, she used Austin and Jean as an example when talking about dating violence, implying that Austin is an emotional abuser and questioning why Jean wears so many long-sleeve shirts

*Later*

Aurore: So, we’re in agreement. Marinette needs to be stopped, expelled, and then arrested.

Austin T: And Ladybug needs to turn in her Miraculous to someone who’s not a total b-word.

Denise: For sure. That girl just expects me to sit by and let my friends get hurt so she can do her stupid Cure in the very end? Nope! I’m getting real sick of that bitch!

Austin A: So… What’s the plan?

Everyone: …

Simon: Honestly, I don’t have one. Okay, both of them have too much influence, they know celebrities, and a bunch of fans to back them up… Huh. Saying it out loud, Marinette and Ladybug are kinda similar.

Jean: … Oh, hell no.

Cosette: Nope. No, you stop thinking that, Jean.

Jean: Too late.

Austin B: Well, if you look at the facts, it makes sense. Plus, it’s not a coincidence we’ve been screwed over by those two in the worst possible ways.

Aurore: True. But, Marinette will just pull the “poor me” card and say her actions were from the stress of being Ladybug.

Marc: … Fuck it. Fuck any photo consent laws. We follow Marinette during an Akuma attack, take a video of her transforming and post it on an untraceable anonymous account. She’s forced to give up her Miraculous to someone WAY more competent, and that takes care of one problem. While she’s getting the martyr treatment, we expose Marinette for the person she truly is in and out of the mask. She loses everything, and we win.

Everyone: …

Ismael: Marc… I am so proud of you! You devious little Angel! Let’s do this! Are you people ready?!

Reshma: So ready.

Austin Q: I was born to do this!

Cosette: LET’S BURN THAT BITCH TO THE GROUND!

Oops. I dropped these. Enjoy!

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[mostmagical]

Summary: After finally moving into his very first apartment per Ladybug’s suggestion, Adrien discovers something no movie or TV show could have ever prepared him for: someone else's hamster. Marinette was so excited to have her first pet. If only she could figure out how it keeps escaping.

At least now there’s an excuse to talk to the new neighbor. (Adrinette Never Met AU!)

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Her thoughts drifted back to Adrien again. It was true, what she had told him. Despite the fact that she didn’t know him  at all, there was a small part of her whispering to her that she could trust him. Her instincts were usually right about people. It was something she prided herself on.

She couldn’t believe, of all places, her hamster would end up in his apartment.

Adrien must have the same strange sort of luck she always had.

He easily could have trapped her, like a mouse, and gotten rid of her like any other rodent. But instead, he had caught her, given her water, and then made a poster to try and find the owner. Marinette bit back a smile at the memory of his drawing.

It was really, really cute.

She was glad she had run into him when she did.

(And he probably wasn’t a serial killer. Probably.)

“Marinette?” Tikki’s voice broke her from her musings.

“Yeah?”

Tikki flitted into her view, a bemused smile on her face. “Didn’t you have patrol with Chat Noir tonight?”

Marinette blinked. “Yes…” she said slowly, wondering why Tikki was interrupting her daydreaming. “But that’s not for hours.”

Tikki nodded towards Marinette’s phone laying forgotten by her head. “Check the time.”

“Wha–?” Marinette grabbed the phone, lighting up the screen only to find it was flipped upside down. However, even flipped on their heads, she could read the numbers clearly. “I’m late!” she exclaimed, sitting upright on her bed.

tfw your hamster winds up in someone else’s apartment and you have to explain to your superhero partner why you’re late for patrol

Start from Chapter 1 here

#posting a chapter of my happy fic bc i'm thinking about posting something not happy later hehe #adrienette #ladynoir #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #ml fanfic #ml fic #ml #MLB #miraculous #adrinette #love square #hamster #fate destiny a hamster

[xhanisai]

Kim the unexpected matchmaker

AO3 / FFN

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - ‘Favourite Colour’

Summary -

Just as their classmates were about to launch their next barrel of questions, they were interrupted by Kim slamming the desk repeatedly with his hand, wanting their attention back on him and giving the flustered Marinette a single moment to breathe. The devilish, almost evil look he suddenly wore practically had Marinette's adrenaline jump-start instantaneously as she realised what he was going to say next.

"Kim! No!" She jumped over her desk (in a manner that had many of her friends flabbergasted with awe), her stance threatening to come over to him and teach him a lesson if he were to open his big, stupid mouth.

Sadly for her, monkeys like to play with bugs.

"Kim, yes!" Before he was grabbed by the tiny yet seriously strong girl, he quickly yelled out the rest of his sentence. "Marinette loves green because of Adrien's eyes!" She was unfortunately way too slow in muffling his mouth with her hand, her entire face reddening as the majority of the class watched her with smug, smug, cat-like smiles.

~(x)~ . . . "Pink this, pink that, ugh! Don't you like any other colour, something more regal and obviously so much more better?" One very annoyed and extremely pompous Chloé Bourgeois huffed loudly, hands dramatically gesturing towards the god-forsaken, practically neon yellow jeans she decided to wear for the day, beady blues directing a nasty glare at her sleepy enemy. Much to her ire, the girl she was glowering at simply took one glance at the blinding clothing article, made a comically disgusted expression and went back to mindlessly sketching out designs in her notebook, taking a sip of coffee from her travel mug in the process. "I saw that, Marinette Dupain-Cheng! But what should have I expected from a ridiculously stupid peasant with ridiculously no taste? Only the most elite would appreciate REAL fashion! Hmmph!" The mayor's daughter's words were left on deaf ears, half of the class immersed in their own individual conversations whilst the other half yawned and rolled their eyes at her umpteenth attempt at riling up the clearly unbothered class president. Marinette stared forlornly at the empty seat ahead of hers, pondering on why the love of her life was quite late to the extra hour of studying she booked for the whole class in the morning, prepping them for the exams later in the afternoon. She let out a pitiful sigh, her blatant pining a source of amusement for Nino and Alya whilst simultaneously being a source of nuisance to the chattering Lila (who was babbling about some random lie as usual) and a growling Chloé (who didn't appreciate being ignored for the millionth time). "As a matter of fact," Marinette finally replied after finishing off one of her brilliant sketches, peering into the distance with her chin resting on her spare hand. "I really do like other colours too." She then cheekily grinned at the rich blonde who raised a brow and eyed the jeans that looked like a neon street sign. "After all, they all look so good on me therefore I don't have to keep relying on one colour all the time~" Perhaps it was the lack of sleep and energy within her that caused her to stir a little trouble this time around and take a jab, the sound of the spoilt brat's infuriated squawks like music to her ears. "But that aside, there is one colour that's very close to pushing off pink from my pedestal," "Oooh? Really? Is it black~?" The mischievous and eager smirk on Alya's face and the waggle of her perfect eyebrows had the designer roll her eyes endearingly, using a finger to push away her best friend's face with jest. Alya barely budged, continuing to wear the Cheshire grin without an ounce of shame. "Just because Chat Noir is my favourite hero and that I love making merchandise of him and drawing designs inspired by him doesn't mean black is one of my favourite colours," The raised brow that Alya gave Marinette after hearing her answer had the shorter of the duo take a little step back. "...Bu-uuuut, it is in my top five and it always makes me feel warm and cosy...probably my third favourite colour..." "Is it blue? Because you rock that colour," Nino queried, receiving a 'Nope~!' from Marinette. "What about red? I honestly feel like it suits you way more than pink," His opinion almost had her heart stop to a halt, reaching too close to her alter ego which has to remain a secret at all costs. Shaking her head again, Marinette took a huge gulp of her coffee. "Well~" The sickly sweet and well-exaggerated saccharine voice from the back suddenly quipped, equivalent to nails tearing through a chalkboard to Marinette's ears. "What about tangerine? Or rusty peach? Or even apricot?" The taunting smile that rested on Lila's perfectly painted lips made the devil on Marinette's left shoulder scream with murder in her mind. "Any shade of orange is an absolute favourite of mine and it's just so in today. And since we're both experienced in the design industry, it wouldn't be a surprise if you're just as fond of the colour as I am, no~?" Hah. As if Marinette was going to take the bait. After all, everyone knew she often avoids orange like the plague when it comes to her creations, usually. And if she were to express her distaste for the colour right here right now, the lying wannabe fox would turn it around and somehow villainise the caffeinated girl against the class. Again. "Certainly, orange is very in these days," Marinette began, slowly turning around so that she could face the smirking brunette at the back of her seat. "Especially since Rena Rouge's debut!" An impish smile rested on her rosy lips when Lila's calm demeanour faltered for a split second. "Rena made the colour look so good~! Her beautiful skin contrasts the sharp shade of orange- and the way her movements in battle make her look like fire??? Ugh, I am obsessed!" It took Marinette everything not to look at Alya, knowing fully well that her best friend now wore sparkling hazels and that her butt was wiggling with anticipation to grab her in a huge hug (which she hoped she wouldn't act upon because a) secret identities and b) as far as Alya is concerned, only Ladybug and Chat Noir knew she's Rena Rouge). "I guess I like orange more than I thought...but it isn't in my top five, let alone the colour that's ready to take pink's place. Plus, I rarely wear it because it's so hard finding a shade that actually goes well with both my complexion and hair without it standing out too much." Marinette then tugged on the pretty, handcrafted blouse she wore today, a smile still playing on her lips as the olive-eyed girl silently seethed with fury and sheer hate. "The colour closest to orange that goes really nicely with me is peach pink~! Maybe you should try out this colour one day, Lila. After all, orange is your favourite colour regardless of the shade, right?" Lila didn't get a chance to open her mouth again as Kim suddenly slid towards Marinette's desk with a silly monkey-like expression plastered on his face, the athletic boy leaning into the tiny girl's space and snickering. For some reason, it also caused a little bloom of dread to grow within her tiny frame... . "I know what colour it is~" If he had a tail, it would have been wagging in excitement and glee, especially with the way his grey eyes glittered with amusement. He was met with a challenging look from Marinette, beckoning him to proceed. Taking an extremely dramatic step back and clearing his throat into one fist obnoxiously, standing behind Madame. Bustier's desk with the rest of the class now curiously attentive, he proceeded with his answer. . "It's GREEN!!!" . Everyone whipped their heads towards Marinette, their inquisitive faces wondering if the class himbo was actually right for once. And with the way she wordlessly gaped and sputtered over her coffee...it looked like Kim hit the jackpot. "That's strange. Of all colours, green?" "Well, green IS a mix of blue and YELLOW so that option isn't TOO bad-" "But that colour is SO last season! This highly established artist once told me that-" "It is an interesting colour but I hardly see you wear it so why-" "Mec~! Don't tell me that it's actually Carapace who's your favourite hero, hmmm~????" Just as their classmates were about to launch their next barrel of questions, they were interrupted by Kim slamming the desk repeatedly with his hand, wanting their attention back on him and giving the flustered Marinette a single moment to breathe. The devilish, almost evil look he suddenly wore practically had Marinette's adrenaline jump-start instantaneously as she realised what he was going to say next. "Kim! No!" She jumped over her desk (in a manner that had many of her friends flabbergasted with awe), her stance threatening to come over to him and teach him a lesson if he were to open his big, stupid mouth. Sadly for her, monkeys like to play with bugs. "Kim, yes!" Before he was grabbed by the tiny yet seriously strong girl, he quickly yelled out the rest of his sentence. "Marinette loves green because of Adrien's eyes!" She was unfortunately way too slow in muffling his mouth with her hand, her entire face reddening as the majority of the class watched her with smug, smug, cat-like smiles. "It's! It's! It's not JUST because of THAT!" Marinette tried to babble her way out but her brain cells were completely scattered and her hands clenched themselves against her chest. "I mean yes! Sure, Adrien has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen! But that's not just why I love green! Even Chat Noir has gorgeous green eyes too! They both have such pretty green eyes!" She was met with endeared giggles and awes and coos from her friends, the designer becoming even more overwhelmed and embarrassed on the spot. "Gu-uuuuuuuys!?" "Hehehehe~" Kim's cheeky cackles earned him a hard smack on his shoulder from Dupain-Cheng, making him squeal like a five-year-old and rub the offended bicep with a pitiful pout. "You! This is all your fault!" "Pfft, me!? I didn't tell you to like green because of Adrien's eyes. That's all on you!" "But!" Marinette began to pout this time around, Rose's high-pitched coos in the background becoming louder as she relished the free entertainment. "It's not my fault either! He has the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen! The way they go bright and sparkly like glitter when the sun shines on his face! The different shades of green and gold within that make them look like emeralds! The way they make you go all fuzzy and happy when he looks at you! The way they capture you under a spell when he's talking to you!" She then jabbed a finger at Kim's chest, face beyond red and baby blues slightly watery with discomposure. "It's! Not! My! Fault!" . . . "...You...you like my eyes that much?" The sudden yet familiar and sweetly soft voice from the classroom door had Marinette freeze on the spot, as if she was just struck by lightning (and she totally wished she was so that she could turn into a pile of ashes and be blown away by the wind). Turning around, all the colour drained from her complexion as she immediately faced one, rosy-cheeked and very bashful-looking Adrien Agreste. Marinette instinctively jumped back a few steps, even shielding herself behind Kim's larger body as the blond teen ventured closer. "H-H-How much of that did you near- I mean! Hear!?" She was like a tiny kitten hiding behind its big brother and all it did was melt Adrien's pounding heart anew. Warmth and adoration flooded his features as he padded even closer, hoping that she would come out of her temporary hiding space. "All of it~" The little 'Eeep!' he received as a response only made his urges to hold her close expand by a million times, the feline within quite displeased that she was clinging onto Kim rather than him. Perhaps a little bit more than displeased because it took Adrien everything to fight off the growl that wanted to leap out of his throat. "Duuuuuude. He's not gonna bite. Stop being a wuss and go to him." Kim teased, receiving a punch this time around on the shoulder from the feisty heroine in disguise, the athlete mustering everything to keep the pained wails escaping his mouth as his arm throbbed with intensity. 'At this rate, she's gonna break my arm. My job here is done~' Skipping away from the protesting Marinette, Kim pulled a childishly immature face at her. Thankfully, before she could annihilate him for it, Adrien caught her attention once more with a gentle caress on her cheek with the tips of his fingers. . "Marinette, you have no idea how happy you made me," He beamed with joy, big, beautiful green eyes peering down on her slender frame as Adrien gave in to one of his many desires. One hand lovingly cupped her nervous face whilst the other brought one of her petite hands to his chest. "I never gave much thought about my own eyes before...even getting sick of seeing them with those silly pictures of me everywhere..." He averted those treasured eyes away from her for a split second, the redness within his own cheeks becoming more and more prominent. "But hearing you talk about them like that? And even becoming one of your most favourite colours? Someone amazing and talented and wonderful as you? I'm so happy, I can't stop smiling!" The pure elation and unadulterated delight that radiated from his blissful frame melted away every single one of Marinette's anxieties and worries, alleviating her heart to the point where she felt like she was floating on cloud nine. "I-I-I hope you continue to smile like that...I'm glad you're happy," Marinette wasn't able to face him any longer, peering down and fiddling with the hem of her blouse with her free hand as her cheeks ached with how widely she was smiling. However, Adrien had other ideas, his fingers tenderly trailing from her face to her chin, lifting it so that their gazes could meet. The intimacy made her lightheaded beyond words. "It's funny...because my favourite colour is blue," He leaned in, a subtle yet wild (and strangely familiar) smirk now playing on his mouth and those beloved emerald greens now glimmering with a mischief that would rival all the cats in the world. "The exact same shade as your beautiful eyes~" . "NOW KISS!" The bleat of Kim's request (desperate suggestion) had the duo snap out of their rose-tinted bubble, both Adrien's and Marinette's cheeks now bright pink with the realisation that they had an audience all along! (And barely noting a very demonic looking Chloé being restrained by Alix, Sabrina and Max from going berserk whilst a furious Lila Rossi angrily razed through her own notes like a paper shredder). "Kim! Why you little-" Marinette's threat was swiftly cut off by the press of soft, soft, illegally softness, her bottom lip captured by satin and silk and the heat of Adrien's burning hands clasped behind her neck. He pulled away quickly before she could act (and kiss him back like no tomorrow), the soft sound of their lips parting like an echo to her extremely flushed ears. Adrien had his eyes adorably averted to the side, a fist pressed against his mouth, hiding his lower face as he too bloomed with more colour. "Maybe...just maybe, he had the right idea after all, hmm?" He murmured into his heated skin and then faced the wonderful girl that he's been smitten with from day one- "You owe me a thousand chocolate croissants for hooking you up with the boy you've been in love with since forever~!" "KIIIIIIIIIIM!!?!?!?" . . . ~(x)~

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[haphira]

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!

so i got tagged by two people, but the problem is that i dont have ten fics written, i have a wip i can use so ill be doing that. 

i think everyone i know that writes had already been tagged, so i’ll leave that be. 

1. Miraculous Ladybug and the Valiant Annuler |  30,857 words | Multi-chapter: Ongoing | Miraculous Ladybug (Lukanette) 

Chapter 8 -  Adrien Encourages Marinette’s "Behavior" 

“Tikki, he completely disregarded my feelings. Adrien said that I should just keep quiet and not do anything about the people hurting me, how is that fair?!” Marinette was finally letting herself feel angry at the situation, and angry at Adrien.

“‘Take the high road’? All that’s doing is enabling Lila to lie more and I get hurt in the process! Why did nobody believe me when I was telling the truth? What is it about Lila that people just believe her with no evidence and I require three books full of it! I don’t understand it. Am I that untrustworthy?”

Tikki floated closer to Marinette’s cheek and cuddled up to her hoping to offer some small comfort. Marinette gulped down her tears and wiped her face clean.

2. Marinette’s Hanahaki |  8,526 words | Multi-chapter: Ongoing | Miraculous Ladybug (Lukanette)

Chapter 4

“Okay, so, Buttercup is at the Eiffel tower doing a shoot, which is roughly 20 minutes from here.” Alya cut Marinette off again. Apparently, she was in one of her moods as a result Marinette’s mood started to take a dive. Not another ‘adrinette’ plan, Marinette’s stomach twisted almost painfully.

“Alya, I-”

“So, while we girls get the boat ready for the concert tonight Marinette can go to the photo shoot and accidently bump into him and ask him to come to the concert and then Rose will play a romantic song or two for Marinette to confess and dance with Adrien and live happily ever after!”

“Alya, I don’t-” But Alya interrupted Marinette again and Marinette was feeling like she was doing it on purpose. She looked at the other girls in the group looking seriously at Alya and nodding along. Rose was commenting about which songs she will sing and Alex nodded along looking a little bored. Mylene was asking about decorations for the boat and Alya was still going on about her ‘perfect adrinette plan’.

Marinette was starting to feel her heart race and her breathing becoming difficult, her fingers were starting to tremble. She needed to leave. Marinette turned when she felt a hand land on her shoulder.

3. Love Conquers All |  1,420 words | One-shot: Complete | Miraculous Ladybug (Lukanette)

He realized that Marinette was akuma bait and a cold shiver went down his spine. Luka looked up from Marinette's face and saw at the last moment, a dark butterfly dissolving into the red ribbon she was holding after taking out her pigtails. He felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped on him.

"Marinette, don't listen to him."

Fear gripped Luka’s heart when he saw the outline of the butterfly mask on her face. Marinette, as an akuma, would be the end of Paris and there would be no one to save her.

Luka shifted Marinette so she was sitting in his lap slightly twisted but facing him. At this point, Marinette was gripping her head and squeezing her eyes tightly.

4.  Eldritch Godsend | 4,955 words | WIP | Miraculous Ladybug (Lukanette)

“What the FUCK did you do? Why is she here?” Luka put his hands up in surrender, and Marinette shrank into herself at Juleka’s words.  

“Calm down, it’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”  

“Did you take a contract?!”  

“Yes, but-”

“The fuck you thinking? You don’t know what-”

“Juleka! Enough!” Luka barked at her, and Juleka fell silent. Luka turned his head to Marinette who was still standing at the entrance to the deck.  

“Marinette, it’s alright, Juleka is just protective over things dealing with my true nature.” Marinette gave a slight nod but didn’t look up at them, she was ringing her hands in anxiety. She didn’t realize how much this place meant to her until Juleka came and all but said that she should leave.  

“You don’t have to leave, and no one will make you.” Luka threw a glare at his sister before addressing Marinette again.  

“I promise, you can stay as long as you want.” 

Aaaaaaand, that’s all im gonna post, sorry but that’s all in the works that im okay with post at the moment. 

#wip fic #tagged #endgame lukanette #Pro Lukamari #lukanette #lukanette endgame #pro lukanette #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom

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If I Let Myself Love You - Ch 5

My fic for @mlbigbang 2022!

PREVIEW from Chapter 5:

Safely ensconced in her bedroom once more, she dropped into her desk chair, ready to resume her homework for the evening. She put in her earbuds and picked up her phone, to turn the music back on – and saw there was a message.

Adrien: You mean like this?

Below was a photo – a selfie she suspected he’d taken just for her. His head was at a funny angle, so she had to turn the phone diagonally to make him upright. One eyebrow arched so high that it was in danger of coming off his face. His mouth was crooked at a ridiculous angle to his eyes, like he was doing some kind of strange 1960s British spy impression, and his hair had fallen in front of his face, a messy tangle of golden curls.

Marinette laughed out loud, surprising herself at the sound and clamping her hand over her mouth. What if I disturbed my mother?

She shook silently with the laughter she was trying to hold in, and texted him back.

Marinette: I guess that’ll have to do. It’s better than all the modelling photos online, anyway.

Adrien: You don’t think I look dashing in those?

Marinette: Oh, you do – TOO dashing. It’s not real.

She hoped he wouldn’t take that the wrong way and imagine she meant he was ugly. Adrien was…anything but ugly. He was more beautiful in real life than any of those ad campaigns conveyed.

A new message came through.

Adrien: It’s a relief to hear you say that. I hate those photos. I actually hate modelling.

Marinette’s eyes widened, and she texted back.

Marinette: Then why do you do it?

Adren: My father won’t let me quit. It’s kind of a family legacy thing.

Marinette: He DOES realise it’s not the nineteenth century anymore, right? We don’t do family legacy things anymore.

Adrien: I don’t think he got that message. Anyway, what are you up to?

Marinette: I WAS doing history homework, but you interrupted me.

Adrien: I would never. You’re keeping ME from MY homework.

Marinette: I’ll stop texting, then.

Adrien: Please don’t.

She stared down at those two words, the shapes of the letters burning into her retinas. It was so easy to inject feelings and intentions into text that weren’t really there – to project imagined ideas. But not with Adrien. In only a day, she already understood that he meant every word he said.

Maybe he sensed his own intensity, because he sent another message in quick succession, changing the subject.

Adrien: I wrote a song. Wanna hear?

Marinette read the message twice, processing it before she replied.

Marinette: You write songs?? Sure! Share away!

She waited, and waited, her eyes straying to her abandoned homework. She really needed to get back to it – but a file came across, and another message.

Adrien: I didn’t play it very well. I was a little rushed when I recorded it. Just wanted to get something down before I forgot it. Please don’t judge!!

Marinette: Never. I can’t sing a note in tune to save my life. I’m already in awe of you just for recording something.

Adrien: You haven’t heard it yet….

Keeping Reading at Ao3

It’s hard to be a normal girl with a normal life when your mother has terminal cancer. And when fashion model Adrien Agreste moves back to Paris and wants to be Marinette’s friend – or maybe even more – her life is turned upside down again. How can she risk opening her heart to love when her whole world is falling apart? Especially when Adrien is hiding a dark secret of his own….

*** No kwamis AU - 100% Adrinette. Half funny / fluffy and half heavy but with a happy ending. Please read tags. *** Rating: Teen and up

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[overworkedunderwhelmed]

Know what I can’t wait for?  Superhero patrols by other pairs.  

Rena Furtive and Carapace are dutifully out on patrol during a date between Adrien and Marinette, when Alya decides to play the ultimate wing woman.  

Of course, that inevitably just always seems to goes awry.  

In fact, Marinette and Adrien still have yet to have one full evening alone even after months of dating.  Of course, they’re only dating as Adrinette.  After they’d revealed themselves to one another.  Adrien decided they would generally staying quiet, too... He realized that if Gabriel hasn’t exactly been nice to him, he couldn’t exactly expect him to treat his friends (and his girlfriend) as well as they deserved.

As Marinette finally let him know that Alya was brought into the loop, Chat Noir was all too happy to continue to play up his very familiar unrequited love and pining with Ladybug to keep both their masks safe.  Meanwhile without the mask, Adrien is firmly playing the innocent of his other half.

Surprisingly, Adrien is far better actor than anyone ever gave him credit for.  It’s so bad that Ladybug can hardly keep herself from hugging him when Chat Noir breaks out the soulful kitten eyes, which doesn’t exactly keep up their ruse.

Marinette and Adrien start to get really suspect when every single one of their dates is interrupted by an Akuma.  At least when they’d both dated before they could occasionally hang out for at least an hour before they had to dash off.

They start to suspect that maybe Nino and Alya were trying to manage an actual patrol date of their own and the Akuma kept slipping past them first.

At least until the day that Adrien set up the reservation on his own credit card, and the Akuma appeared in the restaurant before Nino and Alya were even set to head out.  It was all too clear then that they were being targeted specifically...

(That lead to a whole messy situation with his father that was a long messy story all it’s own.)

From then on, it almost became a running joke.  Rena and Carapace had to keep up their patrols until finally got one, full date.

Of course, once the Akuma were quiet for a while, there were plenty of Adrien’s unruly fans who were ready to fill in that void.

It wasn’t until weeks later, when Chat Noir’s mask finally did come off that a very weary Rena and Carapace informed the pair that they would have to have all their future dates at the highest elevation possible.

The next day, Ladybug was all too happy to finally let some of the other holders patrol together as well, and they all fell into natural pairings.

Years later, Alya and Nino could only laugh when the wedding invitation they got in the mail was for a ceremony at the top observation deck of the Eiffel Tower.

#miraculous ladybug #ml love square #wish list #adrinette #ladynoir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ml future hopes #ml fanfic #ml ficlet

[miraculouslytriz]

Loneliness

Adrinette one-shot

Post-reveal/pre-relationship

Okay, I assume everyone has seen weredad, specially if you’re a marichat clown like me. Anyway, during Marinette’s dramatic monologue when Chat turned her down, she says something about her hamster name being loneliness and there’s no way Adrien doesn’t mention that when they go get one and this is what my mind came up with lol

The second they stepped inside the pet shop, Marinette knew something was up. Adrien seemed excited. Too excited. Not that there were something wrong with that, Adrien’s happiness was contagious and sweet and she loved it but that was different.

Mischievous. That’s what she decided it was. That chat-noir-grin-like. It meant he was up to something she wasn’t going to enjoy, or at least she would pretend wouldn’t. God, it was going to be a pun, wasn’t it? Well, she did know where she was getting herself into.

“Girl, are you ready to finally get your first hamster?” Alya asked, specking the shelves fulled with rations in front of them. It was all dog food, so they were definitely in the wrong section. “You’ve dreamed about this forever. Even more than you have dreamed about marrying A-“

“Excited! Yes. I’m excited. Suuuuuuper excited, Alya.” She squealed, jumping back almost falling off her feet. Her body stayed in place by two hands holding her waist. She looked down, slowly as she gulped. Even his hands were hot. How could she get used to that?

How could she get used to Adrien Agreste being her partner? They had always been very comfortable touching each other as Ladybug and Chat Noir, but that was it. They were Ladybug and Chat Noir. Not Adrien and Marinette. Marinette used to not even be able to complete a full sentence without falling or screaming or running away or fainting or wanting to hide inside a hole for the rest of her life.

And now that was all changed. Because there was no way she would just let him pun non-stop forever, mask on or off.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, firming his hands on her waist. Her cheeks burning harder with his touch. Adrien or Chat Noir, she was still Marinette Dupain-Cheng and he was the hottest person in Paris or in France, or in the whole world. “Can I let go now or staring at my beautiful green eyes keep you at the ground? Because I was really hoping they’d sweep you off your feet, princess.” Adrien leaned closer to whisper right into her ear.

And here she thought she couldn’t get even more flustered. Saying she was red would be the biggest understatement of the century.

How long did she kept staring at him? Too long, maybe. But he didn’t seem to mind. The smirk on his face only confirmed that he was enjoying every second of it and it wasn’t fair. She was Ladybug, so her job was to bring justice to Paris and that was exactly what she was going to do.

“I’m fine. And my feet are more than comfortable on the ground, thank you.” She replied, rolling her eyes. Her hand landed on his left arm as her smirk grew and her fingers tightened. “Otherwise, how would I hold you when you start to fall for me, chaton?”

Adrien chocked. Burning from the top of his ears to the end of his neck, he fell. Butt to the ground, red as a ladybug. Marinette only grinned, resting her arm in the shelf next to her harder than she predicted because soon it gave in. And she went with it. Lied on next to the fallen products who she prayed that wasn’t damaged and on Adrien’s chest.

She held her eyes shut as Nino and Alya came to their rescue. Maybe if she kept them shut, they would assume she past out and they would be worried and her embarrassment wouldn’t be so enormous.

“Marinette, are you okay? Are you hurt?” If he didn’t sound so worried, she would have followed her plan. But she couldn’t leave her kitty worry about her without an need, akumas were enough worrying for them both.

“I’m fine, Adrien. You?” She asked lifting her body enough to shift in his direction. “My clumsiness didn’t ruin your perfect face, did it? Because I’m pretty sure you’re father would’ve sued me.” She ignored the fact that she just called his face perfect, well, to his face. It was true but she didn’t had to say it to him.

“My perfect face is fine, thank you.” Adrien chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about my father, Marinette, I would never let anything happen to you.” He added, seriously. But when she looked up at him, he was smiling. Adrien’s sweet smile. Chat’s sweet smile.

With Alya’s help, Marinette reluctantly left Adrien’s hot and warm body — because those were two different things and now it was clear — and stood back on her feet as Nino helped Adrien do the same.

“Now, I can see why you’re father didn’t want you out, bro! Imagine how many things you two would have destroyed together if it weren’t for me and Alya.” Nino teased, leaving Adrien to keep his balance alone. “‘Adrien Agreste: perfect model or perfect property wrecker?’ Your father would have a heart attack.”

“He definitely would.” Adrien confirmed, laughing.

Marinette smiled. It was good seeing him like that.

She couldn’t help but yelp when Alya’s elbow poked her. Marinette turned to her with an questioning eyebrow. “What was that for, Alya?”

“You really fell hard for that boy.” Alya smirked. Arm landing on Marinette’s shoulder as they watched the boys help the staff fix the mess.

“Alyaaaa.” She whined, hiding her face between Alya’s collarbone and shoulder.

“I’m meant it, girl. You fell really hard. Are you okay?” Alya joked. Embracing her in a hug, Marinette groaned another ‘I’m fine’.

“Are the two of you helping or just watching us do the dirty work?” Nino asked, fixing his cap.

Adrien rolled his eyes smiling, he honestly didn’t mind doing all the work. If it was to help his lady, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do. But spending some more time with her would be great too.

“I think we’re just gonna watch, right, Mari?” Alya answered, searching from some kind of response in Marinette’s part. Who just left her hiding place and went in their direction, leaving her behind.

“Alya, I love you, but I’m not your servant. Get your cute ass here, please.” Nino asked again, sitting an package of dog food in the now fixed shelf. They all went quiet for a second, holding their breath before they all burst all laughing, ignoring the judgmental glare the staff gave them.

…

“Okay, now that everything is back on place...” Alya begun, fixing her glasses. “Could we just grab that hamster and leave before we’re banished for life because of the shenanigans of monsieur Agreste and mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng?”

“We just need to find the right one, Alya. You don’t want me to get the wrong one and be miserable for the rest of my life, do you?” Marinette babbled, crouching to watch the hamsters eye to eye.

“Don’t you mean lonely, Marinette?” Adrien asked, leaning against Nino.

Marinette cringed, confused. “No, I meant miserable.”

They were all so cute, sure there were some cuter than other but overall they were adorable. She found one that grabbed her attention, all white and the smallest of them all. It was upside down, trying to get back up. Marinette pitted it, taping the glass. The littles eyes turned to her and she began whispering cheers that were inaudible to human ears.

“Go, little guy or-“ She stopped, checking the tiny hamster one more time. “Little guy. You can do it! I know you can, you’re stronger than you think.”

Slowly, with Marinette’s cheering, the tiny hamster got back on his feet and looked at her. And then she knew it was that little guy who was going home with her.

“That’s the one.” Marinette assured, straightening herself and turning to them.

“Are you sure, girl? I mean, I don’t want you to be miserable for the rest of your life. You can take your time.” Alya teased, lowering her phone and grabbing Nino’s free hand.

“Alyaaa.” She whined, holding back a smile.

They all smiled and went to the cashier, holding the hamster’s cage.

“Do you have a name, Mari?” Adrien interrupted, grinning. “I don’t know… maybe Loneliness.” He mentioned, lending the hamster’s supplies to the cashier after greeting her.

“Loneliness? Why would I name him that?” Marinette asked confused, stepping closer to them. Fidgeting her gaze to her purse, sharing an subtle smile to Tikki then grabbing her wallet.

“You told me that was what you’d name him.” He confessed leaving Nino’s side and walking towards Marinette, stopping only 2 feet away.

“I never told you that.”

“Are you sure, purr-cess?” He whispered in her right ear, grinning. Marinette flustered, hand blocking her mouth, held a gasp

This is what he was up to.

Everything was clear now. He was talking about that day.

The day after her brilliant idea of telling Chat Noir she was in love with him to protect her identity and her father turned out akumatized. What a day. Oh, and when she dramatically yelled her monologue about being alone forever and getting a hamster. And naming him Loneliness. He was definitely not letting her live out that day.

“Um… guys?” Nino called, shaking his hand.

“What?” She screamed, gaining the stares of the whole line behind them.

“You two are holding the line, Mari. You already payed, we can leave now. We should at least.” Alya added, swinging the backpack full of the new animal’s things.

Marinette groaned, grabbing Adrien’s hand and leaving that place. Hoping her embarrassment stayed there.

“So is it going to be Loneliness?” Adrien questioned, squeezing her hand with a smile.

“Adrien.” She groaned, stealing her hand back and rushing to try to keep up with Alya and Nino, who were too far ahead.

“Princess, that’s a special name.” He assured, smirking. “Think about it. Who else would have a hamster named Loneliness?”

“Exactly. No one in their right mind would name it that, Adrien.” She retorted, glaring at him. “Kitty, I’m not gonna name my hamster loneliness because of that day.”

“But, Marinette, you said-“

“Ugh, I know what I said okay. But you know why I said it.” Marinette interrupted, turning to him. Forcing him to stop to.

“Hey, if you’re worried that by naming him that you are actually gonna end up alone forever, don’t be.”

Well, she actually wasn’t but still. He seemed to be holding back something. Maybe something, she wanted to hear.

“How do you know that?”

“Because, princess” He leaned closer to her, cupping her face in his hands. “My lady, I may not have 9 lives, but I guarantee that I’ll spent this one with you.”

Her mind cracked. And her heart exploded.

And his smile. The way he was smiling to her, only to her. She wanted to kiss him. Could she kiss him? Would this be the right time? She didn’t know.

“Um. I was- you- me, uh.” She spluttered, not taking her eyes off of his. That green was sparkling so bright. “Are you just saying this so I’ll name him Loneliness?”

“Ouch, princess. “Adrien faked an offended look and put a hand on his chest. “I would never.”

“You know the worst thing?” Plagg’s head popped out of Adrien’s white buttoned shirt, frowned. “He actually would never. He meant every word and made me nauseous while rehearsing it. I almost don’t feel like eating.”

“Plagg!” Adrien hissed, shoving Plagg back into the pocket inside. “I’m sorry. I didn’t- okay, maybe I did rehearse a little. Yeah, sorry. I’m weird.”

“Adrien.” She called, lifting his head with her hand cupping it. “Kitty. You, me, Tikki and Plagg will be together for the rest of our lives.” He smiled. “Oh, and don’t let me forget, chaton. Loneliness will be with us too.”

“Oh, my god, can I kiss you right now?” Adrien whispered, leaning closer. Stoping only a few centimeters away from her.

“Please kiss me right now.” She begged, not really caring how desperate she sounded.

They leaned in, closing their lips together. She was kissing Adrien Agreste. Better yet, she was kissing her Kitty. And nothing mattered anymore. Why didn’t she decide to name her hamster Loneliness before? She didn’t know and it didn’t matter. She was kissing the love of her life. Loneliness could wait 3 minutes. Or maybe 5. Yeah, 5.

#adrinette #miraculous ladybug #marichat #oneshot #my fic #ml fic #ml oneshot #adrinette fic #weredad #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fandom #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladybug and chat noir #ml ladybug #adrien x marinette #marichat fic #miraculous headcanon

[coccinelle-et-chaton]

Gimme some lovesquare crack please! (Also to combine the three, redfaced and speechless accidental reveal with a weird costume underneath causes one to think the other hates their civilian self while they’re really just thinking about how much they love each other. It’s got to be like a Fang the Crocodile or a half on Bananior costume though)

ok ok anon gimme a hot second lol

i'm not sure i understood all but here's my best shot:

ok so imagine adrien felt especially bastardous that day and decided to mess with ladybug a little bit. so he shows up in his bananoir costume (he's transformed underneath) and ladybug is SUPER annoyed. Ladybug can see it in the morning news already: pictures of the fight. and there's Ladybug. and then this dumb brick dressed as a banana 💀

but that is a matter for later. at the moment they're stuck. the akuma is coming and they're about to detransform back. and ladybug is ranting to chat, giving him the You Have To Be More Professional, Chat! talk. and she doesn't notice her earrings are beeping, nor that chat is literally one beep away from detransforming.

Now chat knows it is very much not in his best interest to interrupt ladybug's rant lest he ends up in a trash container or something. but he has to decide between interrupting her or ya know Revealing™

so he's all like "uhh... bugaboo?"

"SERIOUSLY? BUGABOO?!?! donT CALL ME BUGABOO. IT'S NOT THE MOMENT!!"

"l-ladybugggg"

and she keeps ranting and ranting.

and he detransforms but she doesn't notice. and she's like "UGH AT LEAST TAKE OFF THAT STUPID COSTUME WHEN WE'RE ARGUING!"

he's like "nO STo-"

and she yanks the banana head off and then there he is: Banana Boy himself. blushing redder than ladybug's suit. and Ladybug SCREAMS.

and then off go her spots as well. And suddenly adrinette is looking at each other like "ERROR 404. BRAINCELLS NOT FOUND"

and then adrien grabs the banana head and walks to the nearest trashcan and climbs in "not to worry, i know the drill"

💀🍌

#ml headcanons #ml headcanons ask game #sketchy ask game #nelle answers #hgkjgfk that one was fun to write #thanks for the ask anon! #miraculous ladybug

[hanaasbananas]

100 Ways to say I Love You Chapter 100

I love you (Ladrien, Ladynoir, Marichat, Adrinette)

AO3

Tap tap. Tap tap.

Adrien sat up quickly, scanning the room for the source of the noise.

Tap tap. It came again, more insistently. Plagg barely stirred from where he lay on the bedside table, and the sight only slightly calmed Adrien’s nerves. If his kwami wasn’t worried, then it was probably nothing.

For a long moment, he barely moved, straining his ears to listen for the sound, but whatever it was had stopped after two attempts, and his room was plunged into silence once more.

With a sigh, he lay back down—not that he’d be able to sleep, after what had happened that day—when he heard a muffled voice call his name.

“Adrien? Adrien are you awake?”

“Plagg, did you hear that?”

The kwami only grumbled, rolling over in his sleep and idly, Adrien rethought his stance on the creature being able to sense danger.

Squinting in the darkness, he rose from bed just as the moon broke through the clouds, illuminating his room, and showing Ladybug perched on his window.

Adrien blinked.

Was he dreaming? Had he fallen asleep without realising? But no—as he watched, Ladybug caught his eye and raised a hand, waving awkwardly at him through the glass.

“Sh-oh shit !” He swore, scrambling to open the window, letting in a cold gust of air. “Ladybug, what—what are you doing here?”

She shrugged noncommittally,“I just thought I’d check in on you….after today.” At his wince, she smiled sympathetically before shivering, and peering past him into his room. “Can I come in for a second? It’s absolutely freezing out here. This suit isn’t the best for keeping me warm, you know.”

He did know. Ladybug often complained bitterly about her suit lacking any thermal properties whatsoever. The topic came up regularly in the winter, and he’d begun to stash away jackets along their patrol route for her to use.

But of course Adrien didn’t know that. Chat Noir did.

“Yeah! Yeah, uh,” he shook his head, stepping back to let her in “yeah of course you can, here—” Leading her over to the sofa, the two of them sat facing each other in the dark.

Ladybug was the one to break the silence. “So…” She began “I’m really sorry I took so long to get you after you jumped, but the akuma—”

“Ladybug,” he interrupted her, “it’s fine. Honestly.”

“Are you sure?” her blue eyes were wide, and troubled behind her mask.

“Well, no harm no foul, right?” Adrien shrugged, laughing quietly when Ladybug made a small noise in the back of her throat. “Seriously though, you saved me, so...thank you.”

“I almost didn’t,” she muttered darkly, and shifting a little, Adrien sat on his hand, resisting the urge to smooth away the furrow that had formed between her brows.

“But you did,” he countered her. “There’s no point thinking about what could have happened.”

Truthfully, any terror he’d felt as he’d hurtled to the ground had disappeared the moment Ladybug’s arm had slid around his waist, holding onto him and slowing their momentum as she’d lowered them both to safety.

He’d barely noticed the cameras flashing, or Gorizillas’s bellowing from above, the ground beneath them shaking from the force of his movements. More than anything, he’d been mesmerised—by the determined set of her mouth, by the worry he'd seen in her eyes, the slight blush he’d noticed dusting her cheeks at their close proximity.

He was fairly sure his own face had been just as flushed, though that could be blamed on the exertion instead.

In that moment, as they'd landed safely on the ground, everything around him had faded into the background, all of his awareness narrowing down, hyper focusing on the places where they touched, chest to chest. It had taken all of his self control not to blurt out I love you , right there and then and the only other thing that had stopped him was Ladybug running off to fight the akuma.

“You’re right,” Ladybug sighed, breaking him from his thoughts. She smiled ruefully at him. “Everything worked out in the end.”

Rising to her feet, she unclipped her yo-yo, heading back to the window. Standing tall, with the moonlight bathing her in it’s silver glow, she looked almost otherworldly. “I’d better let you get to sleep.” Opening the window, she glanced back at him one last time. “Adrien…” she hesitated, "it means a lot to me—that you trusted me today."

"Of course—” before he could continue, she was gone, and his next words drifted away on the wind, carried far from her ears. “I love you.”

***

Years passed. Feelings waxed and waned, hearts broke and then knitted back together again.

And Ladybug cursed herself, hating herself for turning Chat Noir down so long ago, and so thoroughly that he had never broached the subject again, moving on from her and leaving her to be the one to pine after him.

She could appreciate the irony, at least.

The feelings hadn’t hit her all at once. Not like they had with Adrien. In fact, she hadn’t even realised when it happened. Chat had crept into her heart without warning, making a space for himself there until, barely making his presence known until she’d woken one day with his name on her lips and the sinking feeling that she was too late.

***

“Chat!” She screamed, his name tearing from her throat as the akuma found it’s mark—blasting him in the chest and launching him halfway across the square where he hit the wall with a deafening crack.

The rest of the fight was a blur until the cure was cast, and Ladybug barely spared the disoriented akuma victim a glance, sprinting over to her partner, almost bowling him over with the force of her embrace.

“Woah-hey!” Chat laughed, his arms coming around her, holding her steady. Breathing in deeply, Ladybug let her tightly coiled muscles relax, her frantic heartbeat steadying the longer she was in his embrace, feeling him—solid and breathing— underneath her arms.

Pulling back, she levelled him with a glare, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the tears in her eyes. Blinking them away impatiently, she poked him in the chest. Hard.

“Don’t do that again, you hear me?”

“Yes ma’am!” Chat smirked at her and she scowled.

“I mean it!” Her voice was high, panicked. Chat softened, cupping her face in his palm, unaware of the effect his touch had on her, her heart stuttering in her chest, the urge to grab hold of his wrist, to keep his hand in place overwhelming.

“I won’t do it again, my lady,” Chat promised, his green eyes serious, locked on hers.

“I wish I could believe that,” she grumbled, finally stepping out of his arms before she did something stupid—like kiss him.

Opening his mouth, Chat paused, spotting something over her shoulder. Moving around her, he went to help the akuma victim—who had begun to look a little worse for wear— and she watched as he helped the man over to a bench, talking quietly to him as he did.

Affection bloomed in her chest at the sight. “I love you,” she said quietly, testing the words out loud, feeling how easily they rolled off her tongue. “I love you, Chaton.”

Chat turned. “Did you say something?”

“No,” she smiled, shaking her head. Maybe one day she’d have the courage to tell him to his face, but today was not that day.

“I didn't say anything.”

***

Marinette was amazing.

She was talented, and beautiful, and kind, and funny and so many other things.

Objectively, Chat had always known that, but it was only recently, as their friendship had blossomed—both inside and out of the mask—that he’d found himself noticing it more and more.

Especially with their new tradition of a movie night every Friday. It had begun when Marinette had moved out, and he had simply stopped by when she flagged him down from her window, but it had quickly evolved into something that he looked forward to every week.

The two of them would bring all her bedding into the living room after dinner, setting up a large fort for them to watch the movies in, staying up until the early hours of the morning or until they fell asleep, snuggled up together, their limbs entwined.

Their dynamic felt so natural to him. It was so easy to be around her, and it scared him sometimes, how much he ached to touch her, to take her hand and kiss her and confess how she drove him to distraction every time she was near. He had yet to find the right words to express himself though, and so found himself resorting to other, less overt methods to show his appreciation.

“Sit down,” Chat insisted, taking the dishes from Marinette’s hands “you did all this food, the least I can do is put the plates away.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “ Guests don’t do the dishes though,” she whined “stop trying to make me a bad host!”

“Maybe guests don’t,” Chat conceded “but friends do. So suck it up.”

“Fine!” She threw her hands up in defeat, fixing him with a truly impressive scowl. “But I’m gonna start on the fort without you then.”

“Go ahead,” he chuckled, making his way to the kitchen. “Bring those fluffy pillows as well—they were really nice last week!”

The fort was fully constructed by the time Chat returned. He supposed all those weeks of building it had finally paid off, but as he crawled through the entrance, he paused, taking in the sight.

Marinette had curled up around one of the pillows, fast asleep. It wasn’t entirely unexpected. Exam week took it’s toll on them all, and she had coursework deadlines as well which he’d spent many a night watching her freak out over.

Carefully, so as not to wake her up, Chat took the blanket, and tucked it around her shoulders, observing for a moment the slow rise and fall of her chest, her face relaxed in slumber.

Impulsively, he swept back the hair that had fallen in front of her face, and pressed a kiss to her brow. “I love you, princess,” he murmured, stroking her cheek softly before letting himself out.

***

“Are you even listening to me?”

Marinette blinked, looking up at Adrien. “Uh…” He regarded her with amusement, his hands shoved deep in his pocket, and once again, she found herself wondering how on earth she’d been so blind .

It was almost laughably obvious that Chat Noir—her partner —was Adrien Agreste, and yet she’d still been blindsided by the discovery. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that Chat Noir and Adrien Agreste—the things that she loved about them individually were all facets of the same person. It was dizzying to think about.

They’d taken a few days after revealing their identities to come to terms with it, but truthfully, it had only taken her a few hours. The rest of the time she’d spent fretting over how she’d ever manage to be composed in front of him.

“Well?” Adrien prompted, nudging her playfully. “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”

She shrugged sheepishly. “No, sorry.”

How could she concentrate when all she could focus on was their close proximity as they walked through the park, their hands so close they brushed together with every step; so close she could reach out and entwine their fingers if she wanted to. And she did want to.

Adrien grimaced. “It’s still weird, isn’t it?” His shoulders hunched slightly, and he looked suddenly insecure. The sight made her heart clench in her chest. “Look, if you need more time—”

“I love you!” Marinette blurted out, clapping a hand over her mouth as he made a choked sound in the back of his throat, staring at her with wide eyes.

“Wh-what?”

“I—”

Grabbing hold of her hands, Adrien tugged her forwards, his fingers gripping hers tightly. His voice was low, and urgent, his eyes searching hers and she saw the hope in them, felt a blossom of hope bloom in her own heart as well.

Licking her lips, she repeated herself. “I love you. First as Adrien, and then as Chat, and now you’re both the same person ,” she stumbled over her words, struggling to articulate her thoughts. “And yeah, it’s a little overwhelming, but I had to say it, I had to let you know because—”

She broke off with a gasp as Adrien swept her up in his arms, spinning her around before setting her down on her feet. “You mean it?” he breathed.

Wordlessly, she nodded, her cheeks flushing at the ardour she saw in his eyes, the sheer happiness. Pulling her in for a kiss, Marinette clutched at his shoulders as his lips moved softly, tentatively against hers, and all she could think was finally.

Their kiss seemed to last forever, and not long enough, Marinette’s insides lifting and fluttering, her mind hazy, body burning from his touch, craving more, more more .

Adrien leaned in close, his breath ghosting over her skin, tickling the shell of her ear, making her heart soar in her chest in response to his whispered words.

Drawing back slightly, he lifted her up once more, laughing as she shrieked, arms circling around his neck and holding on tight, his words echoing in her ears, the most beautiful refrain she’d ever heard.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

#miraculous ladybug #ladrien #ladynoir #marichat #adrinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #100 ways to say i love you

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10 + Adrienette 👀

Hello it’s been a while since I haven’t done these and I was inspired by yours today 👀

Thank you @jattendschaton​ for beta-reading this ♥

Read it on AO3

10 · Person A holding person B’s hands because they’re cold || Adrinette

Pockets.

She should have remembered the existence of pockets. As an amateur fashion designer, she feels that she can only be angry at herself.

Marinette scowls at Adrien’s hand that she cannot see because it’s safely tucked inside the wide, treacherous pocket of his trenchcoat.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” she asks.

He smiles stupidly, blissfully unaware of her turmoil. “Yes, I’m sure, you don’t have to worry!”

She hopes he doesn’t see the big puff of hot breath in the cold escaping her lips as she sighs disappointingly.

She glances again at his hand, at his stupid pocket that’s lucky enough to keep it warm. “And your hands? You’re sure they’re not getting cold?”

He rolls his eyes with a chuckle . “Yes, I’m sure. Don’t worry, Bug. These pockets are really great; they don’t look like it, but they’re very fluffy and soft on the inside!”

Ah. Well. If they’re fluffy and soft on the inside, what are her hands and woolen gloves to compete with Adrien’s really great pockets?

“See for yourself, if you want,” he goes on enthusiastically, taking away his delicate hand to open up his pocket for her.

“It’s okay,” Marinette answers with a tight smile. She isn’t going to shake hands with her current enemy. Especially since the object of their fight isn’t even here to share the space with her. “I believe you.”

Adrien shrugs, putting his hand back inside. “As you wish. They’re very comfortable, though, your loss.”

She tries to chuckle. “I don’t feel like taking off my glove just to feel your pocket.”

Adrien sighs. “Yeah… I still can’t believe I was stupid enough to lose mine.” He shakes his head, making a few snowflakes stuck in his hair fall on his shoulders.

Marinette says nothing. She could tell him that he is, in fact, not stupid, and that loosing his gloves isn’t his fault. But that would mean risking to admit that she’s the one who took them just so his hands could be cold.

Just so she could take them in hers, and rub them until they’re warm.

Just so she could bring them to her lips and blow on them with her hot breath, so it would warm up his cheeks too. (And hers. Always hers.)

And maybe if she’s lucky or brave enough, she could kiss the back of his hands, his palms, and kiss him whole, really.

But Marinette isn’t lucky because Adrien has pockets and she isn’t brave enough to tell him not to use them.

When she becomes a designer, she thinks, she’ll ban the existence of pockets. They’re a love-killer, she decides.

They continue their walk in Montmartre in the direction of the small Christmas market, Adrien pointing out some funny shop names to her or running after unfortunate pigeons to make them fly away. To avoid his runny nose getting worse, he says.

It’s true that the light snow falling and dusting the ground has given them red noses, and Marinette is glad that she thought of taking tissues with her.

One snowflake falls on her upper lip and she licks it to take the cold away. She wishes Adrien would have kissed it. Maybe if he didn’t have pockets, by now, he would have done it naturally. She would have liked it.

Instead, she looks at her worn out gloves that she had knitted a couple of years ago. They barely keep her hands warm now, and maybe if she pulls a little on that woollen thread, just a little, a hole could appear on her index.

Marinette is stubborn and when she has a plan, she sees it through to the end. Even if there’s a pocket between her hand and Adrien’s.

So she pulls on the thread, just a little, just enough so it gives away.

Adrien is talking but she doesn’t hear him as a small victorious smile stretches across her lips.

“Adrien,” she interrupts him innocently. “I have a hole in my glove.”

He stops talking and turns to her, frowning in worry. It’s almost cute, really.

It’s very cute, actually, the way he brings his face closer to the gloved finger she’s holding up.

And then finally, finally, he deigns to take his hands away from his pockets just so he can inspect the hole better.

“Oh, it’s quite big,” he says. “Is it making your hands cold?”

She flutters her eyelashes and pouts a little. “Yes, it is.”

He looks into her eyes, clearly worried for her. “I wish I could have lent you my gloves, but well…”

She pouts harder.

“...Maybe we can buy some new ones on the way? They must be selling gloves at the market and we’re almost there!”

She almost sighs. “I think I have a better idea. You said your pockets were warm?”

Adrien blinks. “Oh. Yes, I’m stupid. I can let you borrow my coat and—”

“No!” she cuts him off. “No, you’re going to get cold and…your hands must be freezing now.”

She takes off her glove and puts it in her own coat. She smiles at him and tries to not shiver—not from the cold, but from the excitement and the nervousness spreading through her.

She can see Adrien’s eyes widening and an ‘oh’ drawing on his lips in understanding as she takes his hand in hers and brings them in his wide, warm and fluffy pocket. He was right, they really are comfortable.

She sees a soft smile appear on his face when she scoots closer to him and lets her head rest on his shoulder as they start walking again.

Maybe, she thinks as she feels his thumb rub the back of her hand in soothing motions, maybe pockets aren’t so bad after all.

#ask #ask game #amimons #ml fanfics #adrinette #post-reveal pre-relationship #myshitwriting #long post

[tsuki-chibi]

Ladynoir July Day 20 - Save me

This story is part 5 of a series: a sequel to my Marinette March, Adrinette April, Marichat May, and Ladrien June stories; I highly recommend reading those first.

You can also read this story on AO3: Hurricane

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Chat had to use Kaalki’s power to get them into the mansion. He opened up the portal into his own bedroom, where he knew for sure that there were no cameras. Ladybug stepped through first and Chat followed. The sound of her gasp made him look up. His eyes widened when he saw that his room had been totally torn apart.

“It wasn’t like this when I left here!” Ladybug exclaimed. “I didn’t do this.”

“No, it was probably my mother or Nathalie. Though I have no idea what they were looking for,” Chat said, looking around. He didn’t keep anything related to the miraculous here, but maybe they thought he did. They might have even gone through his room for the Miracle Box before they came to steal it from Marinette’s house.

“Chat, all your things,” Ladybug said, looking distressed. She knelt down and picked up a broken figurine. It had once been a cute black cat playing with a soccer ball, but now the lower half of it had been smashed to bits. Chat could tell instantly that there would be no fixing it.

“It’s fine,” he said quietly. They were just things. Things to entertain him and bring him a fragment of joy while he had been locked up like a prisoner. It hurt a little to see his video game consoles carelessly shoved aside, and to see his collection of manga thrown on the floor, but there was nothing that could be done about it now.

“It’s not fine! They were your things, and they were more important.” Ladybug stood up, suddenly looking madder than Chat had ever seen her before. He stared at her in surprise.

“Ladybug?” he said.

“Come on. Let’s find the Miracle Box,” Ladybug said, gently setting the little figurine on his desk. “Where should we look first?”

“Kaalki’s going to need food. So I’ll go down to the first floor,” Chat said, deciding that it was better not to argue with her when she was so upset.

“Okay. I’ll look around up here. I’ll start with your parent’s room.” Ladybug turned on her heel and stalked through the door.

Chat watched her go, wondering if he should stop her.

He didn’t think that any of his father’s belongings, or Nathalie’s belongings for that matter, were going to make it through this intact if Ladybug had anything to say about it.

Wasn’t that wrong of her? The old saying ‘an eye for an eye makes the world blind’ flashed through his head. Just because Chat’s things had been destroyed, he didn’t know if it was okay for Ladybug to do the same thing. But then again, they did have to search. Why should they be any more careful about their search than Émilie and Nathalie had been? Why should they be afforded more consideration?

None of them had ever given Adrien any consideration…

He could have gone right up to Gabriel’s, Émilie’s, or Nathalie’s faces and screamed “Save me!” and they would have looked right past him because helping him wasn’t in their best interests.

Why had his parents even bothered to have him?

In the end, the decision was made for him when the Horse miraculous gave one last feeble beep and his unification came un-done. Chat caught Kaalki in his hands and carried the kwami downstairs. The rest of the house seemed to have faired better; presumably, Émilie and Nathalie had realized that if he had hidden something here, it would not be in a place easily accessible to his father.

“What do you eat?” Chat asked, walking into the kitchen.

“I’m sure I can find something,” said Kaalki. “Don’t let me interrupt your search. I’ll look through the cupboards too while I’m at it.”

“Okay, thanks.” Chat gave Kaalki a gentle pat and then left Kaalki phasing through cupboards. He walked back to his father’s atelier and stood in the doorway.

The gigantic painting of his mother stared down at him.

It had always made him feel lonely and sad before.

Now he just felt kind of disgusted, knowing that it wasn’t there because Gabriel missed his wife. No, the painting was the perfect excuse to hide the safe behind it. The Miraculous Grimoire had been in that safe, he remembered. He didn’t know if Nathalie knew that he knew it was there or not.

Was it possible they’d used the same place to hide the Miracle Box?

Only one way to find out.

“Cataclysm!”

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #kaalki #ladynoirjuly2021 #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #hurricane #storm verse

[my-miraculous-headcanons]

Adrinette + bed sharing? Congrats on 2.5k! ❤️

Thank you!

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There’s More Than One Bed, But… (unfinished)

While Adrien truly valued his friendship with Marinette, he never actually believed that they would have become as close as they had become. She was always anxious around him, stuttering and tense, and though it was clear that she didn’t hate him, it was difficult to believe that she wanted to get close with him. 

Things change, of course. 

He doesn’t know how it happened. He just remembers that the change had been sudden. He, Nino, Alya, and Marinette had been seated at a booth in a newly opened hero-themed café, (which, surprisingly, was solely inspired by comic heroes, and not the ones that actually existed and watched over Paris on a daily basis,) talking about the recent akuma battle.

He had to ditch a photoshoot in order to transform and rush to the other side of Paris. Talking about the battle had reminded him of the tongue-lashing he had gotten as a result of his heroic actions.

It was in the middle of that conversation that Marinette had changed. She had practically adopted a whole new personality altogether, interrupting the topic and changing it entirely to Nino’s new gig at the local theatre. She spoke clearly, body relaxed, and at the end of their lunch, she had even smiled at him and asked if he was prepared for their upcoming math test.

Then she had asked if he was willing to study with her. 

After that, everything Marinette did around him was full of confidence and intent. She actively engaged in conversation with him, invited him out, (all while keeping his busy schedule in mind, because she’s thoughtful like that,) brought him snacks from her family’s bakery, and…

And sometimes, she’d stare at him. Which in itself wasn’t abnormal, since she used to do that before, but it was different, now. The times where he’d catch her staring, her eyes seemed sad. She looked like she was deep in thought, considering her next move. But, as soon as she realised he had caught her, she’d smile and wave, then pretend as if the whole thing never happened.

He felt like she could see right through him, and a part of him was terrified for it. The other part of him was almost hopeful. 

It was a sudden change, certainly a strange and unexpected one, but if you were to ask him, he’d tell you that he was happy for the opportunity to get closer to Marinette. 

… That isn’t to say that there’s no such thing as too close. 

“A what?”

See, there are certain things that just simply aren’t considered socially acceptable. He’d agree some of the ‘rules’ society typically follows and enforces can be, as Chloé would say, utterly ridiculous, but there’s also a few that he’s rather hesitant in breaking.

“A sleepover,” Marinette repeats confidently. “You, me, Nino, and Alya! My parents are going to be gone for the next three days, so—”

“Wait,” Adrien interrupts. “Wait wait wait. You, Mlle. Class President, Mlle. Textbook-Good-Girl, Mlle. Mature-and-Responsible, are proposing you have a sleepover with Alya and two guys while your parents are away? Who the hell are you and what have you done with our Marinette?”

In response, Marinette rolls her eyes. Appalled, Adrien turns his head towards Nino and Alya, desperately looking for validation for his, what he believes to be, rather reasonable reaction. Much to his satisfaction, they, similarly, look just as startled. 

“Oh hush up, you didn’t even let me finish! They’ll know about it. They just won’t be here to supervise. I already got their permission, see?”

She holds up a piece of paper, Tom and Sabine’s handwritten signature clear as day. The three lean in to read the text, confirming that Marinette’s parents did, indeed, understand what they were allowing.

‘We trust our daughter to make responsible decisions while we are gone,’ the note had ended off with. Then, they had added a bunch of hearts around the word daughter, because they were absolute sweethearts like that. (To think, Marinette gets that from both sides of the family tree.)

“Okay,” Alya nods slowly, still squinting at the paper in disbelief. She raises her hand. “Okay, so, uh, I’m confused. It took a lot of convincing just to get your parents to allow me to sleepover. Now they’re suddenly okay with me plus two guys to hang out all night at your place?”

“My parents own and run a bakery, Alya,” Marinette says, as though that explained everything. When greeted with confused silence, she sighs and continues. “My parents have to go to bed super early and wake up before the sun even rises. They really can’t risk having their sleep schedule messed up.”

“Oh!” Nino snaps his fingers in realisation. “That’s why you stitch things by hand, right? You gotta work quietly. So…”

“Sleepovers are noisy,” Adrien says as he joins in on the realisation train. “But they’re going to be away, so that leaves you the opportunity to do things you normally couldn’t without waking up your parents.”

Marinette snaps and points at Adrien. “Bingo!”

“Wait,” Nino frowns. “Just so we’re clear, your parents have always been totally okay with you having a sleepover with dudes? Meaning we totally could have had one at my place whenever we wanted?”

Alya laughs, lightly punching her boyfriend in the shoulder. “Who cares? We know now! Let’s start planning!”

Adrien hadn’t wanted to say much in the face of his friends’ unbridled joy, but he wasn’t entirely sure if he was comfortable, nor was he sure that he would even be able to convince Nathalie to let him go.

#Unfinished Work #Maximilian Speaks #Maximilian's Writing #Fluff Bingo #Miraculous Fluff Bingo #answered #anonymous #Adrinette #Adrienette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Marinette Dupain Cheng #ML #Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Bed Sharing #Alya Césaire #Alya Cesaire #Nino Lahiffe

[xhanisai]

Operation #8654

AO3 / FFN

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - ‘Operation #8654′

Summary -

Adrien swore that he tried everything that he could think of to pay attention to what his lovely Marinette was chattering about but it was just so hard.

So hard to keep his eyes off her rosy lips that had a smudge of chocolate on the bottom lip as she continued to talk animatedly. Lips shaping in perfect 'o's and 'ah's and it was driving him absolutely insane.

He would've used his thumb to softly wipe it off for her but he feared that his hands might be slightly sticky from the ice cream and from his nervous sweat. He totally didn't wanna put his grubby hands all over Marinette's perfect face.

.

Using the few working brain cells he possessed, Adrien did the next best thing.

~(x)~ . . . If the amused Nino was still directing a cheeky and Cheshire cat-like grin once again towards the frustrated blond teen along with a silly little snicker, Adrien tried his utmost best with his everything not to pay any mind towards his bespectacled best friend; for he was on a mission. A mission of high importance and one that held the weight of his entire heart and soul! That is right. Yes, yes. The fate of the world and the universe (and every single thing that the silly teenage hero in disguise could think of) rested on this extremely critical duty alone. . #8654 of operation 'Get Marinette to like me!' . And right now, right this very instance? He has spotted that she has 'lost' her fuzzy pink gloves and that her small hands were quite bitterly cold, the spectacularly talented designer breathing air into her pinpricked fingers with a semblance of hope of keeping them warm (which was evidently failing much to no one's surprise). And by 'lost', he means that he may or may not have nicked them when she wasn't looking just for a little while. He wasn't going to keep them forever! Even if they smelt like her familiar bakery scent of spiced vanilla and chocolate chip cookies! Adrien even promised out loud that he would absolutely give them back! But anyways, it is time for him to gather all the courage he could ever muster and step up and keep her cute hands warm by holding them with his own! This is sure to work! Nino's cheeky smile be damned! ~(x)~ He was holding her hand! Mission accomplished (albeit surprisingly)! . Adrien continued to wear his sweetly blissful and adoring smile, his larger hand curling around hers tenderly within his coat pocket and their fingers tangled with one another. It took him literally everything not to vibrate (purr) out of unadulterated excitement from the way their hands just fit perfectly! Or should he say "Purrrrrfectly~?" The way that Marinette's cheeks lit up in the cutest shade of tickled pink and made her bluebells shimmer like priceless gems. The way that a shy, kind smile presented itself on her perfect, rosy lips that looked like the softest thing in the world. The way that she gently leaned into him after he beckoned her to do so by holding her closer which then caused her sweet bakery scent to fill up the tight proximity between them. Oh yes~ Mission accomplished indeed. Take that Nino! ~(x)~ There was some chocolate smeared on her lips from the delicious ice cream they shared. . Adrien swore that he tried everything that he could think of to pay attention to what his lovely Marinette was chattering about but it was just so hard. So hard to keep his eyes off her rosy lips that had a smudge of chocolate on the bottom lip as she continued to talk animatedly. Lips shaping in perfect 'o's and 'ah's and it was driving him absolutely insane. He would've used his thumb to softly wipe it off for her but he feared that his hands may be slightly sticky from the ice cream and from his nervous sweat. He totally didn't wanna put his grubby hands all over Marinette's perfect face. And her voice was music to his ears! So no, he can't just interrupt her midway just to tell her she has chocolate on her lips because that would definitely make her cave back into her flustered and tongue-tied demeanour and that can't happen! Not when this is one of the few rare times where she was quite comfortable in his presence and was so close to him! Using the few working brain cells he possessed, Adrien did the next best thing. . "-And the texture of the skirt was just so incredible! I never thought about using that fabric before so- mmmph!?" Marinette was suddenly met by her adorable blond companion pressing his supple lips firmly against hers without a beat or a word. Heat immediately rampaged through her body like an inferno and practically caused her blood to boil with joy and pleasure as he pressed even harder. Kiss. Suck. Lick. Suck. Kiss. One of his hands grasped the back of her neck whilst the other was on her fingers, giving both a tender squeeze and virtually ridding any oxygen or thought processes left in her being. If she was dreaming, she prayed that she never woke up. Finally, after what seemed to be the best one minute and forty-two seconds in her life, Adrien pulled away (and the sounds of their lip parting quietly was branded to her brain). Though, he remained just close enough for their lips to brush if either were to speak. "...There, I got the chocolate off~" ...What chocolate!? . . . ~(x)~

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #my writing #ml fanfiction #ml fanfic #adrinette

[haphira]

Marinette’s Hanahaki     By: Haphira

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Marinette felt lighter than she had in weeks for the next few days, even the two akuma she had to fight weren't bothering her. She talked with Luka frequently, telling him about her day and the little things that made her happy or sad or stressed. Marinette could be vague about what was bothering her and her Hanahaki would ease up a little when she told Luka about it. She had found her loophole of sorts, talking around the problem helped, talking about how she felt even without context, helped. Marinette was confident that things were starting to look up for her.

So when her friends asked her to come to a Kitty Section mini concert that Friday, Marinette felt good enough that she accepted. The rest of the week (well for the two days beforehand) Marinette and her friends talked about the concert and about dressing up a little and maybe doing a snack potluck. Then the day of, Alya texted Marinette to come to the boat 2 hours early. Weird, but maybe they needed help decorating so Marinette didn’t think too much of it and hurried to get ready then sent a quick, see you soon! to Luka. 

Marinette enjoyed the walk to the boathouse. It was a warm spring day with just a touch of a cool breeze to keep the day from being too hot. The slap of her slip-ons hit the cement and Marinette could feel Tikki bounding along in her purse. The little god had been very supportive of Marinette talking to Luka, almost adamant in telling her to talk about everything, even the little things which as it turned out helped more than Marinette thought it would. She was really blessed to have the goddess of luck and creativity at her side. 

When Marinette reached the boat she could hear lots of talking below deck. Marinette called out, “Hello! I made it!”  Then a thump of feet hit her ears and she saw Alya pop up and grabbed Marinette’s arm. Marinette was starting to get a little confused. 

“Alya what’s-” 

“I’ll explain in a minute, just follow me.” Alya almost barked at her. Now Marinette was confused and concerned. When they got to Luka and Juleka’s room Marinette saw the girl squad huddled together. 

“Marinette! You made it on time!” Rose said, a big pleased smile was on her face. Marinette smiled nervously back.

“Y-yeah, I’m just a little confused-”

“Okay, let's get this meeting started!” Alya cut in. Marinette started to have a sinking feeling grow in her stomach.  

“What meet-”

“Okay, so, Buttercup is at the Eiffel tower doing a shoot, which is roughly 20 minutes from here.” Alya cut Marinette off again. Apparently she was in one of her moods as a result Marinette’s mood started to take a dive. Not another ‘adrinette’ plan, Marinette’s stomach twisted almost painfully. 

“Alya, I-” 

“So, while we girls get the boat ready for the concert tonight, Marinette can go to the photo shoot and accidently bump into him and ask him to come to the concert and then Rose will play a romantic song or two for Marinette to confess and dance with Adrien and live happily ever after!” 

“Alya, I don’t-” But Alya interrupted Marinette again and Marinette was feeling like she was doing it on purpose. She looked at the other girls in the group looking seriously at Alya and nodding along. Rose was commenting about which songs she will sing and Alex nodded along looking a little bored. Mylene was asking about decorations for the boat and Alya was still going on about her ‘perfect adrinette plan’. 

Marinette was starting to feel her heart race and her breathing becoming difficult, her fingers were starting to tremble. She needed to leave. Marinette turned when she felt a hand land on her shoulder. 

“You okay?” Juleka mumbled. Marinette gasped a little before she word-vomited.

“I uh, yeah, just need.. Air, I'm fine! No air! I-I mean no worries. I’m going to wash my dace- I mean face.” Marinette unsteadily got to her feet and shot out the door to the bathroom. She thought she heard Alya call for her but Marinette ignored her. 

After firmly closing the door shut Marinette gasped again and dropped her head over the sink. She could feel the Hanahaki acting up and Marinette desperately wanted to keep the flowers in, but her body had other ideas; her chest started to convulse with the lack of air getting to her lungs. Marinette started coughing, hard. A pink tulip and a yellow rose came up. Marinette heard knocking on the door and panicked. 

“Marinette, it’s Luka, can I come in?” The male voice said. 

Marinette relaxed a little and opened the door a crack, standing there was Luka with a worried expression on his face, over his shoulder she could see Juleka nervously looking at them both. 

“...I’ll leave you to it.” Juleka said before she disappeared from view. Marinette opened the bathroom door and let Luka in. Luka sat on the toilet as Marinette stood over the sink again.  

Luka was quiet waiting for Marinette to speak, Marinette bit her lip before she turned to face him.

“Alya has been… pushy and ignoring me.” Marinette finally said, the silence was comfortable. Luka nodded to show he was listening, Marinette really appreciated that. 

“She is in one of her moods, when nothing I say matters, and Alya is pushing another ‘get Marinette together with adrien’ plan.” Marinette’s face twisted in displeasure. Luka blinked but kept a steady poker face waiting until Marinette was done speaking.

“I don’t want that anymore and I’ve tried telling her in the past but she ignores it and says I'm just chickening out. Now, I guess she’s making it so I don't have the option to… it's stressful and hurts me.” Marinette grabbed her chest, feeling the Hanahaki squeeze her lungs a little. Marinette sank to the floor, a large sigh left her.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, if Alya won’t listen then what am I supposed to do?” Marinette rested her head on her knees, the image of a person who has too much stress and not enough people supporting them. 

“I think you need to tell them how you really feel. Both Jules and I can back you up, you aren’t alone, Marinette, we got your back. Whatever you need to do I’ll be there to support you.” Luka said as he softly rubbed her shoulder until she looked up at him.

“Thanks, Luka. I don’t know what I would do without your help.”

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The Fashion Rebellion of Adrien Agreste || Part I

Pairing: Adrinette (Marinette Dupain-Cheng x Adrien Agreste)  Warnings: Mention of alcohol consumption. Words Count: 1,8k words. 

A/N: I would like to say a huge thanks to my dear friend @smileytrinity for her infinite patience and help and support, as well as @helgabatwrittings who motivated me to write this. @miraculouslyinloveagain, @sparklesfriend4700-blog I hope you’ll enjoy this Adrinette. Well, I hope everyone does. <3

His plan was devious. If Plagg's giggles were any indication, Adrien would say he had crossed the line between mischief and Machiavellian by a long shot... alright, maybe it was  an overstatement.

"What you’re doing is more dabbling into little shit territory than being an evil menace.” Plagg drawled over his shoulders, only to shrug in disinterest when Adrien remarked that Plagg's barometer was skewed when it came to chaos and mischief.

Evil misdoings or shenanigans, Adrien couldn't bring himself to care or feel an ounce of guilt. After all, a taste of his own medicine wouldn't kill his father.

The whole thing had started a few months ago. He didn't know how such an innocent idea had gotten so out of hand. But, could anyone blame him for wanting to get back at his father when his actions were marred by his malicious intent?

Adrien had once believed his father was an overprotective parent, but, as the years went by, gone was the blind trust he had placed in the adults of his life. The Lucid maturity replaced the juvenile naivety. The perfect family facade had long since shattered, a cold truth seeping inches by inches in its cracks.

The idea blossomed into a fully-fledged plot almost overnight. Mere hours after his father  —  well Nathalie  —  had informed Adrien that he couldn't attend Marinette's picnic because his schedule had been modified to accommodate a last minute photoshoot. He had been so irritated that —

“ — I really want to get back at him.” Adrien hissed, plopping down on Chloe's bed. He felt bad for the glare he directed at Mr.cuddly. The poor bear didn't deserve it. 

“I’m not going to pretend I understand why you want to attend this dwee — Marinette’s” —   Chloe relented at Adrien’s pointed look —  “Marinette’s picnic.” Chloe rolled her eyes in disdain, applying the finishing touch to her makeup: a glittery peach lip gloss. ”But this is utterly ridiculous. You're eighteen! You should have the freedom to go wherever you want to. You’ll have wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.”

Adrien couldn't help the small huff of amusement falling past his lips. He took a deep breath in order to calm down. The last thing he needed was to be akumatized before the charity gala he was attending even began. At least Chloe — whom he considered his sister — would be attending as well.

“I have the perfect solution!” Chloe wiped out her phone, typing furiously until she reached the homepage of Versace’s online shop. “Retail therapy helps wonder. Care to put a dent in daddy dearest’s fortune?” She turned to face Adrien a grin on her face, the skirt of her haute couture dress swirling in a flurry of sequined organza.  

“You know he doesn't care about my shopping sprees, Chlo. I wouldn't have a climbing wall in my bed room if he did.” Adrien sighed suddenly deflated and laid his cheek atop of Mr. Cuddly’s head. He did give the best cuddles.

Chloe’s only answer was an noncommittal hum and joined Adrien’s on the bed. In an uncharacteristic gesture of comfort, she rested her hand on Adrien’s thigh “Do you know what he cares about? Your pretty face.”

“Go on.” He encouraged, cocking one eyebrow up in interest, mood perking up.

“What could make a designer angrier than seeing the face of his brand, his ambassador, publicly endorsing another brand?”

 Adrien could have kissed Chloe in sheer gratitude. “Chloe, you're a genius!”

“Yeah, I know. I'm just misunderstood.” she scoffed, one hand twirling a curl of hair framing her face.

—

“We don't have all night! Post it or don't, but make your decision. All this hesitation is ruining my appetite.” Plagg whined. How he could manage to sound so childish yet so disdainful at the same time was beyond Adrien’s understanding. Yet, the kwami had no trouble accomplishing such feat while sitting on Adrien’s shoulders, a slice of Camembert between his paws.

“Thanks for the moral support.” Adrien muttered. So what if he had been sprawled on his bed for the past hour, phone in hands debating whether he should be posting the video or not. To be petty, or not to be? That was the question. An existential question, one might add, as his finger hovered the share button on his screen. Teeth worrying his bottom lip. Should he really listen to the little devil on his shoulders? Should he even consider his opinion when his brain was still muddled? He had too many cocktails, tonight. 

“You’re thinking too loudly.” Plagg complained, words stretching around a yawn. “There!” he hissed, flying over Adrien’s shoulders to press share. “I posted it for you. It’ll teach your old man a lesson.”  

“Plagg!!” Adrien whispered, venom lacing his tone. “I can’t believe you did that! Two minutes in the drawer of shame!” He spat, opening the top drawer of his nightstand. 

An indignant scoff bubbled out the kwami’s throat. He titled his chin up in defiance as he plopped down on the plush pillows installed in the drawer of shame. “Just so you know, I’m going there on my own volition. A drawer full of silk pillows is hardly what I call a punishment.” he declared, petulant. 

“For someone who is supposed to be offended, you're certainly not eager to delete the video.” Plagg delivered the coup de grace in a disconcerting nonchalance, before eating his slice of cheese. As frustrated as Adrien was with Plagg, he had to admit, the idea had not crossed his mind once.

“I'm deleting it now.” Adrien declared just because he could, yet he made no effort to move.

"Huh huh. Sure you will!" Plagg retorted back. It took Adrien all the force he could muster not to dignify the tiny cat with an answer. He would be the better person. 

—

It had taken 8 hours of beauty sleep, for Adrien to wrap his head around the fact that he posted such a video of himself. He almost regretted his decision not to delete it upon waking up. Almost, but his head was pounding and he was never drinking alcohol ever again. After all, he did post, on Instagram, a 1:06 minutes long video of himself — two dry martinis away from drunkenness — singing along, no, belting along the lyrics ”Versace On the Floor” by Bruno Mars featuring Chloe’s judging looks, just to get back at his father. And yet, Adrien couldn't fight the feeling of satisfaction surging through his body when he noticed that #Versace was trending on all social media. 

The video going viral in a matter of hours? Expected. Fans sliding into his DMs?Anticipated. Nino freaking out over texts? Typical. 

What he hadn't counted on, however, was his video being broadcast on TV.  Adrien watched with stupor as a journalist reported — with supporting images  — how crowds of fan girls were waiting in queues outside of Versace’s boutiques to buy a dress. “Versace sales skyrocket after model video goes viral” read the words in bold yellow letters. He chocked on his eggs Benedict, eyes watering as he forced the food down his throat. 

“Oh, I’m was screwed. Father is going to kill me.” Adrien whispered to himself, voice barely audible over Plagg’s laughter.

—

”Dude you decided to kill the internet overnight? Were you drunk? Are you sure your old man isn’t going to kill you? You were on the news! The news, bro! -- every girl been gush-- ”

Adrien was trying to pay attention to Nino, he really was, but his attention was otherwise diverted by Marinette and Alya’s conversation. 

"He looked like an angel, so handsome. The disheveled look with the undone bow tie, and open dress shirt.” Marinette sighed. Adrien could hear the smile in her voice.

”Yeah, I know...” Alya interrupted, somewhat amused. ”-- He looked so good in his suit. His pant hugged his ass so perfectly. You've been gushing about him for two days, Marinette, two days.”  Adrien knew it was rude to eavesdrop, but who was Marinette talking about? Not that he cared, really. It was none of his business who Marinette was crushing on. She was just a friend. But why did he felt a sudden pang in his chest at the thought that a boy had caught his friend’s attention. ”I get it! Sunshine was stunning in that video.”

Wait. Hold on. What?! 

If sunshine was Adrien and Adrien was sunshine, did it mean Marinette had been talking about him? The Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Beautiful, creative, kind, intelligent Marinette? Marinette who was standing in front of him and currently paying for her caramel macchiato with a dash of cinnamon? That couldn’t be possible. 

Adrien.exe had stopped running. The epiphany short-circuited his brain. His eyes widened ever so slightly as the information finally sank in. His heart squeezed, then skipped a beat. And — 

 His train of thoughts came to a skidding halt.

"Dude, it's rude to stare at Marinette's butt like that.” Nino whispered in his ears and despite the fried synapses in his brain, Adrien still had the presence of mind to let out a noncommittal hum as an answer. Then, Nino’s words registered. A second too late if the knowing smile tugging at the corners of Nino’s lips was any indication. Blood rushed to his cheeks, tinting them a soft pink.

"You're totally blushing too! Are those thoughts appropriate?"

"I- I - I wasn't checking her out! ” Adrien stammered. Head shaking in disapproval. ”Marinette’s just... a friend. Yeah, a friend!” He forced the words out of his mouth in a breathless pant. ”Is she really though?” A treacherous part of mind wondered. Adrien didn't have to be a psychic to know — from the smug look on his best friend’s face  — that Nino was about to ask the same question.

”Oh shut up, Nino.” He mumbled, words devoid of any real vehemence. He was definitely not checking out Marinette’s butt. Not that Marinette’s butt wasn’t worthy of being checked out. She had a nice butt, and the way her skin tight jeans were hugging her in all the right places, leaving almost little to the imagination...Her legs, her toned, long, legs that seemed to go on for miles... Marinette was just perfect... From a perfectly platonic friend’s point of view, of course. It was just a friendly observation. Those were cute jeans, as a model he was bound to notice them. 

”You're still doing it.” Nino teased a second time, in his ears. The look Adrien threw his way was cold enough to freeze over the arctic ocean. Global warning solved with just one look.

A few minutes later, when the four of them were walking to their usual table in the coffee shop, drinks in hands. When Alya asked him “what’s got you so flustered, Sunshine? After the hip trusts in that video, it be must be quite something if it impresses you, huh? Adrien knew he was never getting out of this alive.  He was royally screwed.

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