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masilvi · 2 years
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Comic commission for @deinde-prandium for the @miraculers-for-ukraine drive, based on their fic “The Clark Kent Effect” 
🌸🌞 BONUS! a discarded sketch because he looks cute!
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monpetitchattriste · 2 months
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Artwork for my story Panic Attacks in Paradise
NEW CHAPTER OUT NOW!!!!
“Do you want me to carry you?” Adrien asked, concerned, etching his voice as he watched her sway slightly. “No, I am fine,” Marinette insisted stubbornly. But her words barely left her lips when she stumbled again, her knees buckling beneath her. Adrien quickly reached out, steadying her before she hit the ground. Wordlessly, Adrien bent down, sliding one arm behind her knees and the other around her back. He lifted her off the ground with a careful heave, settling her into a piggyback. It took a few steps for her initial resistance to fade and for her body to relax against his as he carried her.  Marinette’s breath was steady and rhythmic against his neck.  "You're surprisingly comfy, Adrien," Marinette giggled, her words slurring slightly as she rested her chin on his shoulder. "Thanks, I think," Adrien chuckled, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. "Just don't get used to it. I'm not starting a piggyback ride service anytime soon." Marinette responded with a playful nudge against his head. "Too bad, I'd be your first customer. Five stars for the ride!” “Oh, so now you want me to carry you! Well, I guess this ride is over.” He loosened his grip on the legs and let her start to slip. Marinette squeaked in response, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep from falling off him. Adrien quickly tightened his grasp again and adjusted her so she wasn't falling back down. 
The animated version down be low!
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tizzymcwizzy · 1 year
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HEY YOU!! I HAVEN'T POSTED FIC IN A WHILE BUT I JUST REMEMBERED I HAD THIS FINISHED ONE SHOT FROM A YEAR AGO I FORGOT ABOUT
here's the link to read it on ao3
it's a post rocketear 5.8k one shot with an original character akuma that's just a vessel for me to do some Adrien character exploration
also some art for it from a year ago
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frostedpuffs · 3 months
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My Lady 💞🐞 whatever you do DO NOT go into the spare bedroom -> Why? My Lady 💞🐞 BECAUSE IT'S A SECRET -> Ohhh -> You're making me something aren't you My Lady 💞🐞 i don't know what you're talking about -> Would it have anything to do with my birthday being in two days? My Lady 💞🐞 NO! I AM NOT HIDING A GIFT IN THERE SO DON'T GO IN THERE BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING IN THE ROOM -> Mhhmmmm yeah I'll bet -> That's okay. -> I have something hidden somewhere in the apartment too. My Lady 💞🐞 EXCUSE ME
these two are even more insufferable now that they live together
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Little sample of Learning to see by @jennagrinsoverml because I love it too much. Read it! It’s great!!
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overworkedunderwhelmed · 10 months
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“Mind if I sketch?”
Adrien blinked, glancing up at her. “Not at all. We’ve probably both watched this more than once.”
She smiled, her pencil expertly flying across the page.
She hunched over the book but the tension in her shoulders practically melted as soon as his fingers pressed slightly on her skin.
Adrien sat up, dying to see how her sketch came together. She wasn’t exactly hiding the sketchbook, but his father had always been a little fretful about letting anyone see a sketch in progress. “Wouldn’t it help to have it paused?”
“Not with the TV screen so small. Stills can provide a lot of detail, but,” Marinette confided absently, as she continued to sketch, “I want to see how the fabric would move.”
For one tense moment, Adrien’s breath caught in his throat as the flash of a few spots caught his eye.
Why would Marinette care how the fabric moved on Ladybug? Unless…
Unless.
Unless she was making a dress herself. 
Or thinking about it very seriously.
Suddenly, Adrien needed to know. His mind raced, struggling to remember every little detail he could about what Marinette had mentioned about her friend who made her dress on their first date.
She had been a little protective about those details. Of course, she had also been pretending to be Kagami… 
Thanks to the amazing @xhanisai I now how more lovely art commissioned for The Rules of Engagement!
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mcheang · 6 months
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Reality
As Nino lays out his plan for targeting Gabriel, Alya points out one thing. “Sure I know Ladybug can fix the mess an akuma causes. But Gabriel will still be mad. He already doesn’t like you, Nino. Don’t push it. For all we know, Gabriel might threaten to transfer Adrien to a different school. Remember, he totally lost it when Adrien lost his book?”
Nino: oh…right. I didn’t think of that. Then, who do we target?
Marinette grins sneakily. “I know someone who can get upset very easily.”
Adrien: really, who?
Marinette: i don’t want to spoil the surprise.
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Later, as the parent-teacher meeting commenced, Marinette bursts in, “Oh, I’m so sorry to barge in like this. But I forgot I needed Mrs Rossi’s signature for Lila’s trip to Achu.”
Caline: Marinette, can’t this wait?
Mrs Rossi: what trip to Achu?
Caline and Marinette look at her. “You know, the trip she’s taking to join Prince Ali in teaching children for free. It’s such a shame that she won’t be able to attend the school’s weeklong camping trip but it’s for a good cause.
Mrs Rossi stands up. “My daughter is doing what?”
Caline: why are you so surprised, Mrs Rossi? Lila went to Achu for months less than a week after she joined Dupont.
Mrs Rossi: she told me the school was shut down from akuma attacks!
Marinette pretended to look faint. “Oh no, was it because of her special lying disease?”
Mr Cesaire looked skeptical. “A lying disease…? Do you mean compulsive lying?”
Gabriel almost regretted not being able to akumatize Mrs Rossi, if only to make up for losing Lila Rossi as a spy since clearly Alliance can no longer use her. Oh well, there’s always the fallout when her sheep find out.
Alya and Nino were recording this with open mouths. Adrien wasn’t so bothered by this after seeing more of Lila’s hateful personality.
Needless to say, the parent-teacher conference was delayed as Sabine then angrily wanted justice for her daughter if she was indeed framed by a liar. Gabriel had to admit the teaching faculty here was lousy to fall for Lila’s reception, but that’s what makes this place so prime for his akumas! Why did he send Adrien here again? Oh right, it’s the most prestigious school and he’ll never hear the end of it from Andre because Chloe would never accept his perfect son being in another school away from her.
Later, after Marinette received an apology from Mrs Rossi, she agreed to bring Lila up. Alya and Nino looked apologetic. “We’re so sorry we didn’t believe you.”
Marinette looked behind her. “It’s ok. Keep recording. If Mrs Rossi isn’t angry enough to attract an akuma, her daughter will be. Nothing akumatizes Lila like being caught.”
Lila was immediately suspicious when Marinette of all people came to get her, however it was subdued by Marinette’s poorly hidden dislike and the fact that it was Gabriel who asked her to come.
Certain that Mr Agreste wanted her help against a stupid boy’s resistance team, she agreed.
Boy was Lila surprised to see Sabine and her mother standing in front of the classroom instead of Mr Agreste, who looked disappointed in her.
Uh oh. Now Lila could see Marinette’s triumphant face and could see what had happened. Her one consolation was that the team’s plan to anger a parent into akumatization had failed. Though she was also irked she couldn’t get akumatized and make that loser suffer for exposing her like this. This is worse than Ladybug’s exposing her in front of Adrien!
As Lila was dragged by her mother to the principal’s office, Caline tried to resume the parent-teacher conference though it was clear all now felt disheartened by her incompetence.
The resistance was confused. Angry Rossis and disappointed parents were around. Where was the akuma?
Eventually they had to give up. What a waste of free period.
Not entirely a waste though since Lila was now exposed. Alya sent the recording to the whole class as the parents left.
Outraged gasps were heard everywhere.
Nino: why didn’t you wait till class was about to start? Then we could prepare to record the akumatization.
Adrien: if Monarch didn’t come out for Mrs Rossi and Lila, I doubt he’ll come for-
Reverser promptly swooped by, ready to turn Lila nice and honest.
Adrien: never mind.
Marc was deakumatized and the class apologized to Marinette for not believing her.
Lila returned to class, sulky in her forced apology, not really bothered by their angry reactions now that she was expelled. Only Marinette’s smug attitude infuriated her. Having been forced honest by Reverser, she had confessed to having duped two other women into being her mothers and had initially planned on running away to join one of them. Her mother now has their numbers. It was a nightmare.
Alya: who else can we akumatize for the greater good? Mayor Bourgeois?
Marinette: I don’t think our plan works if we our expected target isn’t even akumatized. We’ll have to think of something else.
Monarch is disappointed he won’t get to akumatize the akuma class again for a while. Ah well, it can be a favor to Adrien.
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xhanisai · 2 months
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it's hard to say no to Marinette Dupain Cheng.
AO3
Pairing - Adrinette
Prompt - 'Can't say no'
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 Her eyes were just so blue and so glittery and the idea of turning down her proposal ("Not a marriage proposal— get your head outta the clouds, kid!") was the equivalent of a dagger to the heart. Not to mention that her adorable, kissable lips were pursed and pouty and all that Adrien wanted to do was get down to his knees and cry because dammit how is she so damn cute!?
First, he should probably answer with something coherent before anyone starts questioning why he was just staring at her.
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 Her eyes were just so blue and so glittery and the idea of turning down her proposal ("Not a marriage proposal— get your head outta the clouds, kid!") was the equivalent of a dagger to the heart. Not to mention that her adorable, kissable lips were pursed and pouty and all that Adrien wanted to do was get down to his knees and cry because dammit how is she so damn cute!?
 First, he should probably answer with something coherent before anyone starts questioning why he was just staring at her.
 "O-Of course! I'm more than happy to teach you how to fence. You can ask me anything, Marinette." He answered automatically, the feline within him puffing his chest up in pride when a delighted smile took over her face and her hands bundled up into cute little fists against her chin. Dieu, how could anyone ever even dream of saying 'no' to the Marinette Dupain-Cheng? In his opinion, it should be a crime to deny Marinette of anything but alas, the rest of the world isn't as enlightened as he is. That aside, he couldn't help but be curious about one thing and voiced his question. "If you don't mind me asking, how come you want to start learning now? You can count on me to protect you if it's because of Le Papillon and the Akumas." He almost bit his tongue for how Chat Noir he was suddenly acting but he just couldn't help it.
 She just brings out his charms so naturally.
 "Maybe...maybe I want to protect you, Adrien." Her answer was soft and her blues sucked him right in, rendering him speechless. He was dead. He was doomed. He was a goner.
 And all he could do was gulp audibly with a big, bright red blush.
 She's too cute!!!
 "I can't wait...I MEAN!" He was scrambling for words, his hands animated and his complexion as rosy as his partner's heroic supersuit. "I can't wait to teach you! Not that I can't wait for you to protect me— THOUGH I HOPE YOU'RE NEVER IN DANGER! I! Erm!" Oh Dieu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Can Plagg just come out and turn him into ashes now so that he can stop embarrassing himself!? Surprisingly, Marinette held his hands tenderly and smiled with that sweet, endearing grin that melted his heart.
 "I can't wait either. To learn from you and...to protect you~" Her tone ended with a teasing lilt and all he could do was childishly pout whilst everyone else who was observing them snickered to themselves. Oh, those evil little blue eyes. 
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nemaliwrites · 11 days
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Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis / The Man of Mind Alone / Trevor West Knapp, Taste / Hozier, Foreigner's God / @floatingstirnerhead / / Absure, Taste Like
On fear, taste, and the concept of knowing someone. A webweave for my Adrien Can Taste Emotions fic
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What if Gabriel couldn't control Gimmi?
Idea that's been rattling in my head since the finale of season 5
"Tikki, Plagg, unite!"
He had done it! He had finally gotten both miraculous! Now, he could make his wish a reality!
As Gabriel thought this, Plagg and Tikki merged into one, forming the true form of Gimmi.
The massive purple kwami stared down at him, then spoke.
"We are Gimmi, the kwami of reality. What is it you require of us?"
Gabriel smirked. "I want my greatest desire to be granted." Gabriel bowed slightly. "With the cost of my life."
Next thing Gabriel knew, he felt extreme pain in his head. Worse than the effects of the Cataclysm.
"We decide the price of the wish, mortal!" Gimmi yelled, seemingly from all around him.
After catching his breath, Gabriel spoke.
"I summoned you! I control you!" Gabriel glared at Gimmi.
Gimmi gave an unimpressed stare back.
"You use our power, yes. But holding our miraculi does NOT give you the ability to say how they work." Gimmi rose so they were not eye level anymore. "The universe requires a balance. So, the price is something of equal value from you."
Gabriel glared at the Kwami. "The grimore-"
"The grimore says a kwami is summoned with a miraculous. And yet, we require 2 miraculi. So, clearly, we are the exception."
Gabriel wanted to say something, but he started going into a coughing fit.
"You may want to stop arguing, as you do not have much time left."
Gabriel pulled his hand back to see that Gimmi was right. It wouldn't be long before the Cataclysm took his life.
"Fine, what is the price for my wish?"
Gimmi raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "Be more specific, everyone has many desires."
Gabriel growled. "My greatest desire, of course!"
Gimmi tilted his head. "Which one? The real one, or the one you claim?"
Gabriel's confusion was visible. "What?"
"Your desire to win in all things, that is your truest desire."
"What? No! That's not-!"
"Lie all you want." Gimmi interrupted Gabriel's response. "But that is your greatest desire. It can be seen in your actions." Gimmi leaned down and got in Gabriel's face, causing him to step back.
"That is why you sent your son away for being unruly. That is why you didn't save Emilie when you had the Rabbit miraculous. That is why you get pleasure in defeating a child." Gimmi used one of their many hands to gesture to Marinette, who has been watching this all happen, while still frozen from Venom.
Gimmi then turned back to Gabriel. "So again, claim all you want that your greastest wish is for Emilie's return, but you and I know the truth."
Gabriel, throughout Gimmi's examination of his character, was silent. Then did his best to look imposing. The way he did when ever someone challenged him.
"Fine, but seeing as how I was able to summon you, I think we can agee I've already achieved that dream. So, another wish is in order."
Gimmi rose back to their full height.
"I wish for Emilie's return."
"We cannot do that for you."
Gabriel physically recoiled. "What!?!" Gabriel scowled at Gimmi. "Is this some kind of rebellion? Because-!"
"We are not rebelling. The problem with that wish, is you."
Gabriel, still furious. "Explain. Now."
"Even when we ignore the fact that the Emilie you think you know and the real person are different, you still do not have anything that would be equivalent."
"Of course I do! A life for a life! I offer my own for hers!"
"Those are not equivalent." Gimmi pointed at Gabriel. "The life must equal in your eyes. An eye for eye, a loved one for a loved one."
Gabriel sputtered as Gimmi rose again. "No loved ones? I have a son!"
Gimmi stared down at Gabriel with thinly veiled contempt. "The fact that you are even considering sacrificing him shows you do not love him the way you love Emilie."
Gabriel, unbothered by Gimmi's accusation, defends himself. "He's a sentimonster. Now that the Peacock is fixed, we can just make another. I'm sure Felix would agree to do so."
Gimmi closes all their eyes as they shake their head. "Do you hear yourself? How can you claim to love your son, when this is how you talk about him? Like he's a thing to throw him away when your whims desire?"
"We're a family! We-"
"We require the bond to be present. And that bond does not exist for you. Nor does anyone feel that way for you, for the matter."
Gabriel gave a bewildered look. "No one feels... again, I have a son, Adrien. He loves me. I'm his father."
Gimmi gave Gabriel a withering look. "There was a point when Adrien loved you. But in your haste to make sure you always win, even against your son, you snuffed out any and all affection he had for you."
Gimmi looks off into the distance. "Maybe in another life, one where you loved your son like you claim to, HE could have made the wish." Gimmi turns back to Gabriel. "And do what you originally intended when you summoned me. Sacrifice you to bring her back."
As Gimmi laid out the consequences of Gabriel's actions, he seethed. "Stop this stalling!"
Gabriel went into another coughing fit as Gimmi gave him a pitying look.
When stopped coughing, Gabriel continued. "There has to be for-"
"There is no way for to bring Emilie back for you"
Gimmi leaned their cheek on the back of their hand. "Nor can I give you eternal victory, as the only way to do so would be to grant your other desire."
Gabriel snarled, with a trail of ash going his face. "Then heal me of this!"
He gestured to the part of his body that was Cataclysmed.
Gimmi shook their head. "The price would either to give you an equally bad condition-"
"I want to be healed! Not obtain a new condition!"
"-or to give it to someone else you care for." Gimmi continued without pausing when Gabriel tried to interrupt them.
"But as we established, you have no one you care for. So again, we cannot do that either."
Gimmi stared down at Gabriel, as he finally realized what they were saying. "You can't mean..." Gabriel, for the first time in a long time, was feeling dread.
"Yes Gabriel," Gimmi leaned over him, "you have nothing to lose, and as such, nothing to gain."
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phantomrose96 · 11 months
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The Art of Keeping Secrets
(Back at it with writing fic for a show I've seen like 3 episodes of. I saw this comic by @cadenzarose and my brain took things in a very different direction. 1.3k words. Enjoy!)
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Marinette has two secrets.
The first comes as naturally as breathing. She’s coddled it long enough, held it close enough to her heart so that it’s become part of her identity. Ladybug is her identity, and so is the fact that she may never reveal that it is. Marinette knows how to lie easily now. Deflect, deny, “Oh I don’t recall”, “No, I was walking home”, breathe in, breathe out, easy. There’s something even easier than lying, and that’s never having to lie in the first place. Marinette has learned most people aren’t so observant. Most people would never suspect her. And if they never ask, then she never has to lie.
Marinette’s second secret is so much harder to keep.
It’s new, and it squirms the way new and uncomfortable secrets do. It twists her gut and pushes sweat into her palms. It feels like lying every moment she does not say it. It feels like lying every time Adrien catches the discomfort on her face (He’s observant—at least observant enough to notice this) and asks what’s wrong. “Oh, nothing! Why do you ask?” Does he believe her? Marinette had thought she’d gotten good at lying.
Marinette’s second secret eats her. She thinks of telling someone. Luka, maybe. He would at least understand the weight of it. But she can’t. She knows Luka would do the right thing, and the right thing would ruin so many things.
“Bye, Dad! Marinette and I are heading out to see a movie. I’ll be home before 9.”
Gabriel Agreste stares at them from the heights of his beautiful staircase, stern face set to the glower of a father who doesn’t approve of anything that brings his son happiness. Least of all friends. Least of all a girlfriend.
Marinette sees so much more in that stone face.
Marinette cannot tell Adrien that his father is Hawkmoth.
It eats her all over again.
“I think my dad is warming up to you,” Adrien says in a courtesy whisper, even though the previews have not started yet and the theater is empty save for them and an old man nodding off 10 rows ahead. His words are full of hope so deeply misplaced Marinette wonders if he’s lying to himself. “He’s been acting way less—Marinette?”
Oh. Adrien’s looking at her. It should be wonderful to have him look at her like that. But concern creases his brow. Marinette freezes. She feels it’s written all over her face. As if Adrien only stares close enough, he’d know the words playing in her head.
Your father is Hawkmoth, Adrien.
“You okay, Marinette?”
“Oh! Yeah. It’s—I just—it’s just I just have a headache, is all.” That part isn’t a lie. Marinette is bad at lying these days.
Would it have been better if it weren’t a solo mission? If Marinette knew she’d been heading directly into the bowels of Hawkmoth’s lair, she would have called for back-up. She hadn’t known it would be Hawkmoth’s lair. It was only supposed to be the Agreste family manor. She didn’t know until it was too late. She ran before she could think to call for back-up. What would Chat Noir have thought? What would he have done? She hasn’t seen him lately. She can’t ask him. She can’t tell him this secret, anyway.
“--Marinette?”
Oh. Adrien is still talking.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I can walk you back home if you’re—”
“I’m fine!” Lies. And Marinette is a bad liar these days. “Really. Just a headache. I was up too late studying. I have some Advil. I’ll just take some and—” Marinette reaches for a backpack strap which isn’t there. Right. She’s not at school.
“Here.” Adrien hands her his bag. “I’ve got some Advil in the front pocket. Have you eaten yet?”
“Um, no—”
“Then I’ll get some water and popcorn for us. That’ll help.” Adrien stands. The worry is still on his face. “Or, really we can just head home. If you’re not feeling well—”
“I’m fine, really! Popcorn, yes—popcorn would be good!”
He smiles at her. Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth. Adrien is smiling at her and he’s concerned for her. He has no idea how much he should be concerned for himself.
“I’ll be right back.” He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on her forehead. Marinette’s nerves buzz.
He can’t ever know.
And suddenly she’s alone. Holding Adrien’s bag. And it smells like him.
The previews kick on, stuttering and sudden. Marinette startles. The man 10 rows in front jolts awake. Marinette is out of her own mind for the few moments that the first preview holds her attention. She tries to follow it, tries to absorb its distraction, but her mind always pulls her back.
Hawkmoth.
Her head hurts.
Right… the Advil. In Adrien’s bag. Adrien her boyfriend and his dad is Hawkmoth—
Breathe.
Calm down. Come down.
Adrien said it was in the middle pocket, right?
Marinette unzips the middle zipper.
Two beetle-green cat slitted eyes blink up at her. Surprised, then scared, then vanishing all together, with just the remnants of a half-nibbled wedge of cheese to confirm Marinette had seen what she’d seen.
Marinette is good at not saying the words which only Ladybug should know.
Plagg?
She stares into the after-image. The previews fall quiet, and kick into the next film. Marinette isn’t breathing right, but her heart is racing. That was Chat Noir’s kwami. She knows she didn’t imagine it. And Plagg hid himself from her, because she is Marinette, and not Ladybug.
In Adrien’s bag.
Why in Adrien’s bag?
Marinette’s breathing gets shallower. She digs her fingers deeper into the pocket, pressing against the sickly sweaty sides of cheese wedges, until she hits something smooth, something hard, something small. She clasps her fingers around it and raises a single silver ring from the bag’s depths.
Marinette isn’t breathing.
When was the last time she saw Chat Noir?
“Marinette?”
She stows the ring, and snaps to attention. Adrien’s footsteps had always been quiet. She hadn’t noticed him return. He hands her a water bottle, and she takes it with her unoccupied hand.
“Here, for the Advil,” Adrien says, and he offers the popcorn in turn, though he hesitates at the new look on Marinette’s face. “Marinette, are you—?”
“I’m—NOT feeling well, actually…” Marinette says along a shaky exhale. “I’m just gonna go home.”
“Oh. Here, I can walk you—”
“I’ll just call my dad! Really. I don’t want to get you sick.”
“Oh… Okay, well—”
Marinette shoves his bag back at him, and she tries for a nod to temper the look on Adrien’s face before she pivots and stumbles through the row of theater seats.
She presses her fingers against the ring in her pocket as she pushes out of the theater.
She has to get this back to Chat Noir.
(If he’s still alive.)
She has to protect her own Miraculous.
(Assuming Adrien doesn’t already know.)
She has to protect all the others too.
From Hawkmoth.
From Gabriel Agreste.
(From his son.)
Was it foolish of her? To assume she knew something Gabriel’s own son didn’t?
To assume she was protecting Adrien from this?
Was it because Adrien never seemed anything like Hawkmoth?
(Marinette doesn’t seem anything like Ladybug.)
Why did she assume that she and the other Miraculous carriers were the only ones good at it?
The night air feels so much colder now. It’s the sweat on her face.
The son of Hawkmoth had kidnapped Chat Noir’s Miraculous.
A car narrowly avoids her, blaring its horn as it sweeps around. Marinette only touches her fingertips to her pocket, ensuring the ring is still there. Her ears, touching the earrings in place. The ghost of Adrien’s kiss lingers on her forehead.
(Why should only one Agreste be Hawkmoth?)
Marinette has three secrets.
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sloyla · 4 months
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This is what I imagine whenever I am reading a fanfiction where Adrien and Felix hug or cuddle.
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That's it. Have a nice day.
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cameforthecat · 6 months
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I am frankly appawlled that this doesnt have a thousand notes and comments, so I must try and do something about it!!
Summary:
She watches his chest move with his breath, and then he cups his hands around his mouth, leaning farther out over the barricade.
“Ladybug,” he shouts, his voice high and clear over the rest of the noise of the stadium, like her ears are zeroed into the soundwaves from his throat. “I swear you are heaven-sent!”
Marinette can’t help it. She laughs.
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a pop punk sensation moments from an identity reveal who is for some reason contracted to be a soldier of heaven partners up with paris’s golden it-boy by pure chance. they’ve got lives to save, music to make, and also they’re desperately in love with each other. for ladrien june 2023<3
This is Ladrien but LB knows who Chat is the whole time (she recruits him!) She asks him to team up with her as a punk rock musical duo, but actually they end up teaming up to start bar fights (with demons) and cross-dress (for demon-fighting purposes) and have truly transcendental experiences together (that only sometimes involve demons) (sometimes, its just each other)
And adrien dies. A lot.
Yall have GOT to read it!
@peachcitt I hope you don't mind this unsolicited fic boost, you deserve more love!
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miabrown007 · 7 months
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Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, that’s alright, though. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all just part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.
with illustration from @art-the-f-up in the chapter!
many many thanks to @ladyofthenoodle and @khanofallorcs for beta-reading! <3
Chapter 1 - Eyes Wide Shut (3,835 words, 1/32 chapters)
Adrien Agreste is at a standstill, perched up way above ground, and he hates every second of it.
Like a marionette waiting for its next command, his arms dangle by his elbows, prim and proper. He has no idea for how long he has to exist like this—because letting him know about decisions affecting his own life feels like a revolutionary concept no one has ever considered—but he knows he is getting tired. If only he knew how to cut his strings; but it's impossible when he barely sees them.
Even if he could, the question remains, what would he do after?
"Raise this arm a little higher, dear." Violet nudges him.
Adrien complies. The more seamlessly he follows the instructions, the sooner he's done with any task. He knows. It doesn't make him hate the process less, though.
He doesn't even know exactly why they are taking his measurements for this particular outfit. The black lounge suit had been an item for the 'dystopian fashion collection', a failure so spectacular in its Gallup poll that the project had been shut down before the first concepts were presented to the wider staff.
But Adrien has gotten over the need to ask questions. He endures the tape-measure’s dance around him silently, and doesn't mention that it's probably overkill to be wearing the black face mask that goes with the suit. Truth be told, it's quite cute with the white whiskers. It's something Adrien can imagine taking a liking to—were it not for the inherent design flaw of making breathing impossible.
All things considered, the collection's downfall isn't such a wonder. It'd have been hard to find any sane person willingly submitting themselves to wearing these masks, bar something devastatingly convincing, like a global pandemic, occurring. Paired with the inbuilt ‘bonus’ of preventing recognition by even your closest friends, Adrien is of the opinion the design never stood a chance.
Of course, haute couture has never been about functionality. Designer items sell by the brand name. This is why the lack of recognition surrounding the purple butterfly used to puzzle Adrien. After all—according to everyone he’s ever talked to—his father is a great and successful businessman. So, he figured, there's a lot he couldn’t know about running a financially successful business, and thus the origins of the Agreste wealth.
Money had never been more than a mere concept to him. His family had always had it. And with money had come the business trips his father had taken twice a month, as well as the myriad of staff around the mansion Adrien had grown up in. It had been just their way of living—cold rooms, deep frowns, and deeper curtsies—and so he’d never stopped to consider: where has all the money been coming from?
In hindsight, it should have been evident.
And Adrien could have seen it— Adrien should have seen it. His only excuse for this blind spot is his very nature: being his father’s son, born more than raised. But even that thin line of defence crumbles under the significance of the issue.
He had tried telling himself that he’d always been trained to drop the questions and follow orders. To look the other way when business papers get signed. To leave banalities be, like the way his mother vanished one day when he was eleven. To turn up the music when the arguments get too loud and pots of cranberry sauce splashed on the tiles. He had tried to convince himself that when he’d started to study the company’s records—instead of studying architecture, like he’d wanted to—they’d all looked oh-so-very-orderly, so really, he couldn’t have known. He had tried, but…
In the end, the argument of ‘how was he supposed to know the family business he’s been preparing to take over is not a fashion empire, but a drug cartel?’ falls flat on its face.
Eyes wide shut don’t turn the lights any less red.
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frostedpuffs · 3 months
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"Really?" she teased. "You don't flirt with the other heroes like this?" "Of course not," he breathed, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. Despite the slight chill of the evening air, her skin was warm against his lips. "I'm not in love with anyone but you." "Right." She snorted. Her hand connected with his chin, though Chat Noir figured she had been aiming for his head. He could feel her breath against his face, so sweet and inviting, and his heart fluttered in anticipation of a kiss— Yes yes yes kiss kiss me kiss me please— She abruptly pulled away just before their lips brushed. He wilted. Aw, man. "Okay, that's enough," she said, her tone strictly business. "Our brains are still in vacation mode. We need to focus. There's an Akumatized person who needs our help. We can't waste time by…canoodling." "Canoodling?" he echoed, snorting. "Is that what you call it?"
can you two please focus for FIVE MINUTES
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mixelation · 3 months
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Gift Fic: The Two-Body Problem
Hi, @aliblujay! I'm your secret santa for @mlsecretsanta!! I wrote you a fluffy, comedic fic featuring Marichat and some Adrinette!
The Two-Body Problem
Good news: they now knew how the akuma’s power worked, and the akuma had run off and given them time to regroup.  Bad news: the akuma’s power meant she was now in Chat Noir’s body, and Chat Noir was in her body. Her body, which was currently still Marinette. 
Hope you enjoy!! Happy holidays, and I hope 2024 brings you good things.
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