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aalissy · 19 days
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Fantasy AU
Woop woop day 9 done :). And it's a fantasyyy AU where I got to write Prince Adrien with his lovely knight Marinette. Ahhh, I loveeee writing this AU hehe. Lemme know what you think <3
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Prince Adrien sighed quietly. He rested his cheek upon his fist as he stared out longingly of the tower that he was locked in. His father, the Mad King Gabriel, had summoned upon the magic of the peacock miraculous to keep him imprisoned in the tower ever since his mother had died years ago.
In the span of but a few moments, he had lost both his mother and his freedom. Gabriel had shouted that this was the only way he could protect him from the evils in the world before locking him up.
In the beginning, Adrien had been grateful. After all, his father was right. The world was evil. He didn’t want the same things that happened to his mother to happen to him. But slowly, as the days turned to weeks which turned to months he had begun to see this as more of a punishment than a reward.
He had little to no contact with anyone. The only times he had any form of human contact was when his father came up to restock his supplies. Most of his day was spent cuddling with Plagg, the black cat Adrien had pleaded with his father to have after he had been locked up for half a year and was going mad himself. 
Plagg purred contentedly, causing him to smile down at the cat in his lap. Scratching him behind the ears, Adrien wondered just how differently life in this tower would have been like without him. It would have been unbearable.
The quiet sound of horse hooves had Adrien gazing out his window lazily. Had his father returned early with supplies? He didn’t know if he was ecstatic at the contact or if he was depressed at the fact that he wouldn’t see anyone again for the next few weeks.
Adrien blinked. Then blinked again. The figure approaching on horseback looked nothing like his father. It seemed to be a girl, her pigtails flowing out behind her as she raced toward the tower. She was clad in shimmering armor, her sword glinting in the moonlight. 
He scrambled back falling off the ledge he was sitting on as he crashed to the floor. He ignored Plagg’s unhappy meow and began to panic. Who was this? Was this one of the monsters his father had warned him about? Had she come to murder him like all of the stories his father had read to him?
Adrien gulped, staring down at the sword on her hip. It certainly looked very sharp. Should he hide? Should he at least try and defend himself? He had never thought of a plan for a situation like this. His father had been certain that no one would be able to find this place so they had never thought up any ideas for what would happen if it did.
Suddenly, the steady beat of horse hooves on the rough pavement ceased. Did she leave? Went away to bother someone else’s tower? 
Slowly, cautiously, Adrien poked his head back up to peer out the window. She hadn’t left at all. Instead, she had taken out two small knives and he gulped as he imagined what she would do with those. 
She stabbed the base of the tower and he watched in awe as she tested the hold her knife had. It must have been good because she jammed the second knife higher up into the rocks. Adrien’s mouth dried as he watched her begin to ascend the tower with a skilled grace he didn’t know was possible. 
So awed by her ascent up the tower, he had no time to prepare when the knight crashed through his window. A pair of bright, gleaming blue eyes blinked into his green ones with surprise. He jumped forward, grasping a shard of glass with force as he glared over at her.
His tiny, makeshift weapon was probably no good against her sword but at least he could say he tried. He was not about to die easily. 
“Get out of here!” he spat, praying that just the ferocity of his words would scare her off. “I won’t let you just kill me!”
“Hang on! Hang on!” She held her hands up, obviously trying to lull him into a false sense of security. “What are you talking about? I’m not here to kill you! I came here to rescue you.”
His heart swelled with hope before he quickly clamped it down. She was a liar! Every murderer would say this before dealing their dastardly blows. Adrien may not know a lot but he knew this much at least.
“Liar!” he hissed, eyes narrowing at her as he waved the tiny shard of glass.
“I’m not a liar.” She shook her head before the unmistakable sound of purring filled the room. The both of them looked down as Plagg rubbed himself against the lady’s legs, purring noisily.
“Plagg! What are you doing!?” Adrien shrieked, gesturing for his cat to come here with the knife. “She’s the enemy!”
“Aw! What a cutie!” she cooed, kneeling down as she scratched Plagg behind the ears. The traitorous cat leaned even further into her hand, obviously enjoying the scritches. 
Slowly, he lowered his knife. His father hadn’t warned him about this. Would a killer really pet a cat instead of... well, attacking him with the giant sword at her waist?
Adrien's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Could this knight truly be here to rescue him? Was she not the threat his father had warned him about all these years? Plagg's content purring seemed to vouch for her innocence, but Adrien couldn't shake off the years of conditioning to fear outsiders.
"You expect me to believe that?" Adrien's voice wavered slightly, his eyes darting between the knight and Plagg, who seemed unusually comfortable in her presence. "Why should I trust you?"
The knight sighed, straightening up. "I’ll start by giving you my name. I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the renowned knight who has sworn to protect this kingdom. Your father might have misled you about me, but I assure you, my intentions are pure.”
Adrien's grip on the shard of glass loosened, uncertainty clouding his features. He couldn't just ignore the years of isolation and fear instilled by his father's warnings. Surely, he had locked him in this tower for a reason.
"Please, Prince Adrien," Marinette pleaded, her blue eyes reflecting sincerity. "Let me prove to you that I mean no harm. Your imprisonment here is unjust, and I'm here to set you free."
Adrien hesitated, torn between his ingrained fears and the glimmer of hope offered by Marinette’s words. Plagg, ever the perceptive companion, nuzzled against her leg, a silent gesture of trust.
“Ask yourself this, would I really have stopped to pet your lovely cat and give you my name if I was here to bring harm to you? Unless you truly believe that a piece of glass would be enough to stop me, a trained knight?” She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at him teasingly.
With a deep breath, Adrien lowered the makeshift weapon and nodded slowly. "Alright, I believe you."
Marinette smiled warmly, her relief evident. "Thank you for giving me a chance, Prince Adrien. Now, let's get you out of here."
For the first time in years, Adrien was finally going to know what freedom tasted like. He was finally going outside.
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unbury-the-gays · 8 months
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Chopsticks
Gisbert: So, who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?
Adrien: We're chopsticks!
Gisbert: Oh, that's cute! Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?
Kiyan: No, it means that if you take one of us away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.
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jayofolympus-writes · 1 month
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher) Characters: Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Kiyan (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Blood Kink, Blood Drinking, Violence, sex and violence, Threats of Violence, Possessive Behavior, Toxic Relationship, Biting, Knifeplay, Unhealthy Relationships, Scratching, Scarification, Choking, scar kink, they're so toxic this relationship is so bad, they're in love though i promise, no happy ending, Worship, Dom/sub Undertones, undertones? overtones? who even knows, Blasphemy, probably, Rough Sex Summary:
Adrien always knew he was fucked up. It just took a witcher to show him exactly how fucked up.
 Kiyan and Adrien bring out the worst in each other. They crave the depravity the other offers.
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Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)
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Rendezvous in the woods by Advena87, Gavilan
The erratic prince insisted on rendezvous in the woods, and Kiyan reluctantly followed him to a secret place. And while Kiyan expected this date to be a dud, he hadn't anticipated the extent to which things could get out of hand.
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goatlilly · 2 years
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So I drew Adrien as the Peacock. Because I wanted to. I got most of my inspiration for his design from medieval European princes, so with that in mind I decided to call him Prince. Kinda cheesy, I know, but Miraculous is cheesy anyways, so I don’t care. I like to imagine that whatever sentimonster he creates in this form would be made using the lucky charm Marinette gave him. (Also I know this is messy, but I’m out of watercolor paper and I’m not very good with colored pencils. Also those are crayola, so there’s that too.)
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In which Marinette and Luka adopt a royal ray of sunshine. 13/30 of the Thirty in One series
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ck2k18 · 2 years
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Ladrien June 2022 Day 5: Distracting
written for @ladrienjune
Arguably one of the most essential things a guard learned in basic training was to always stay focused on their charge. From day one, it had been hammered into Ladybug's head: distractions were detrimental. The most important thing was the one you were meant to protect.
As it turned out, when you’re in love with the person you’re meant to protect, it’s exceptionally more difficult not to lose focus, especially when the aforementioned person is doing his best to distract you.
“You need to stop doing that,” Ladybug told Prince Adrien. Although she was facing straight ahead, she was aware of his every movement from her peripheral vision.
Adrien tilted his head, his face the picture of innocence. “Could you be more specific? I’m not sure what it is I’m doing, exactly.”
She gritted her teeth, fighting a smile; she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. “Stop looking at me like that,” she clarified.
He had the audacity to smirk. “And how am I looking at you?”
“Like you want to kiss me,” she replied, cheeks burning. 
“I do want to kiss you. Very much, in fact,” he swung his legs and stood, coming closer to her. It took all her self-control not to throw her arms around him then and there. “If only there were a way we could both get what we want.”
Her lips twitched, whether in anticipation or out of suppressed laughter, she wasn’t sure. “Do you have any ideas?”
“Just one,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Or two.” Another kiss, this time on her nose. “Or…” he trailed off, his lips hovering right above hers. 
“Three,” she breathed out, before giving in to the distraction.
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mikauzoran · 2 years
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Lukadrien: Caught up in You: The Pirate and the Mer-Prince (One-Shot)
Read it on AO3: Caught up in You: The Pirate and the Mer-Prince
Summary: Adrien has always been told that humans are dangerous, but he can’t help his attraction to Luka. When the crew of the Liberty captures the mer-prince, Luka has to choose love or loyalty to his pirate family. Two star-crossed lovers somehow find happiness together.
Pairing: Adrien Agreste/Luka Couffaine
Rating: T
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shameboree · 5 months
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havent drawn ladybugs in literally a year haha whoops!! anyway heres a princess tutu au ft knight marinette and magical girl adrien
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artlindalin · 2 years
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DESTINED TO REIGN (READ HERE)
Horrified, Ladybug watches Adrien fall. She had been too focused on what she was doing to consider Mr. Pigeon would attack Adrien. This is all her fault! The people around her scream for their Prince and she don't notice she is yelling his name. Her heart is pounding wildly and she runs faster than never before in her entire life but how is she really going to get there in time to catch him?!
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notarewberry · 5 months
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inspired from Ch. 8 of @chocoluckchipz ‘s and @thenovelartist 's Bride for the Prince fanfic!
plus some design sketches
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unbury-the-gays · 8 months
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Rendezvous in the woods a summary:
Adrien, about killing a bunch of scoia'tael together: It was pretty romantic.
Kiyan: You know who the only people who would think that are?
Adrien: Who?
Kiyan: Us.
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jayofolympus-writes · 9 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher) Characters: Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Kiyan (The Witcher), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubiously consensual voyeurism, Smut, Rough Sex, Spit As Lube, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Sex workers, Dildos, Public Sex, Biting, Blood, just a little, Kiyan is unhinged, Adrien is even more unhinged, the poor guards would like to not be there, Degradation, Verbal Humiliation, Slut Shaming, Hair-pulling, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Unhealthy Relationships, No Aftercare Series: Part 24 of The Witcher Flashfic Challenge Summary:
If Adrien were to describe Kiyan, it would be as a feral dog, straining at a fraying leash, kept from terrible violence by only the flimsiest thread. Adrien greatly enjoyed sawing away at that rope, avidly awaiting the moment Kiyan truly let loose. If he happened to nudge some prey within reach while he waited… well, the only ones inclined to complain were no longer capable of doing so.
More than that, though, Adrien loved to stand just out of reach of that wild beast and tease. There was nothing more satisfying than being the cause of something so powerful losing control. It always sent a thrill through him when Kiyan’s leash snapped and he would slam Adrien against the nearest wall, gnashing his teeth and growling like he couldn’t decide whether to fuck him senseless or rip his throat out. He’d yet to choose the latter, and Adrien greatly enjoyed the former, so the teasing continued.
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Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)
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Dream by Advena87 and Gavilan
Two years after Kiyan's rescue, the nightmares weren’t as vivid and painful as they had been in the beginning, especially with Adrien’s calming, familiar scent and warmth beside him. Calming, that is, except the nights that Adrien also suffered nightmares of his own.
Saovine was approaching, the nights were growing longer and colder, and Adrien's nightmares more frequent. The prince still didn't want to talk about them, and Kiyan didn't know how to break the standstill. He wanted to help him, but there was nothing he could do but hold him in his arms.
Stray Cat by Advena87 and Gavilan
"If a cat runs away, you should tie a bell around his neck. Then you will always know where he is." Adrien doesn't know what's going on in Kiyan's life that keeps him running away, but he's determined to keep trying to build something with his mysterious stranger.
Who Sows the Wind, Reaps the Storm by Advena87 and Gavilan
"The ruins of the elven palace Est Tayiar in Redania were mentioned several times in the records of the oldest cat school masters as a potential source of exquisite weapons and diagrams, but the records didn’t specify the exact location of the palace or what it had been, exactly, in its heyday. Either way, Kiyan had nothing better to do, except avoid headhunters, so he planned on spending this year on the path searching for treasures."
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yardikins · 4 months
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Jumping on this meme- The guy they’re gonna have to kill is one or both of their fathers
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mochinek0 · 7 months
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I'm a Princess
Chloe sipped her champagne as she looked around the Waynes' Gala. She spotted many people that were clients of her mother and some that promoted Gabriel. She noticed a few other designers, but the rest of the people…..well, they at least dressed the part. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a girl who she could have sworn was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The girl had darker skin and green eyes, but her face, her eye shape!
Chloe sauntered over and shoved the champagne flute in front of her face.
"Go on." she demanded, "Get me another drink."
The girl looked her up and down.
"You still wear Gabriel?" she questioned, "Ew."
Chloe gasped, "He is an amazing designer!"
"He's an asshole." the girl retorted.
"You better shut your mouth, you Twerp!" Chloe bristled.
"Or what?" the girl commented, "You're gonna tell my mommy about your horrible fashion choices?"
"How dare you!" the Bourgeois heiress cried.
"No. How dare you show up to the Wayne Gala in something that is four seasons old!" the girl claimed.
"I am a Princess and-" Chloe began.
"No." the girl interrupted, "You are the daughter of a hotel owner, who didn't even wear clothes designed by her mother. You decided to wear trash."
Chloe was fuming. She had never been spoken to this way and the face of the girl wasn't helping.
'Her face is irritating! She looks just like Baker Girl when she started pushing back!'
"I am a princess and-" Chloe spoke again.
"I'm a princess." the girl declared, "Technically, after Great-Grandfather and Grandma passed way, Daddy became King. I'm a princess; you're playing dress up."
Chloe scowled, "You little-"
"Princess Amaya Wayne, lovely to see you again." a voice called out.
"King Ali of Achu." Amaya curtsied, focusing her attention on him.
Chloe closed her mouth and focused on the interaction in front of her.
'The Waynes have royalty in their blood and this….brat is actually a princess?'
"I'm very sorry, Ms. Bourgeois, but I must get going. My family will be summoning me soon." Amaya smiled, "King Ali, why don't you accompany me? I'm sure Father would love to discuss the next fundraiser for the children's hospital."
"Of course." the king answered.
The hotel owner fumed as they walked away. She lost sight of them in the crowd; Ali had never forgiven her for that fish-smell fiasco when they were younger. Chloe had to see for herself if the girl who humilated her was actually a Wayne. She followed them from a distance and tried to blend in with other girls nearby. She was too focused on Amaya to notice the judged looks thrown her way, as she tried to incorporate herself into their circle talks.
Sure enough, King Ali walked Amaya up to Bruce Wayne and someone else. Chloe couldn't make out who the guy was, but she heard the King of Achu refer to him as Damian. Amaya hugged Bruce and call him 'Grandfather', before he was asked to answer some questions for the Daily Planet.
'She's actually a Wayne!'
Bruce excused himself and the hotel owner was able to get a clearer view of the guy. He looked exactly like Bruce, but his complexion was similar to the kings' and he had green eyes.
"Why don't we continue this conversation tomorrow, Your Highness?" Damian spoke, "There are some things I want to go over without prying eyes or ears."
The King nodded and walked off.
"Have you seen your mother, Amaya?" Damian questioned.
"I believe she is with Uncle and people watching, as usual." she smiled, "She does love to look at everyone's outfits."
Out of the corner of her eye, Chloe spotted a familiar head of blonde hair. As Adrien walked out of the crown, Chloe scowled as she noticed his companion: Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chloe dropped her glass as Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked over and kissed Damian Wayne.
"Mother." Amaya smiled, before hugging Marinette.
'Baker Girl; she married into the Wayne family! How did she manage to weasel her was into a family with royal blood?'
Chloe stomped and politely shoved her way through the crowd towards the stage. She couldn't believe that she saw that brat was hugging her Adrikins, after she disgraced the Gabriel name!
"You look lovely as always, Amaya." Adrien complimented, "You definetly get your beauty from your mother."
Amaya smiled, "Thank you, Uncle Adrien."
"Don't act high and mighty!" Chloe demanded, "You were just trash talking his father a few minutes ago!"
"Chloe." Marinette spoke.
"Baker Girl." the hotel owner sneered back.
Adrien and Damian were quick to push the girls behind them.
"So what?" Adrien asked, "Who cares if my niece talks shit about Gabriel?"
Chloe looked at him in shock, "But you-"
"Left his place and company when I was eighteen and I never looked back." Adrien declared, "I hated being a model and everything that came with it. The rules, the photoshoots, the diet, the loneliness, that stupid schedule pack dictating when I woke up, went to bed! I couldn't even hang out with my frineds!"
"But we're suppose to run an empire together!" Chloe shouted back.
"Is this some bullshit my father told you?" the former model questioned, "The last time I saw him was twelve years ago and the last time I spoke to him on the phone, was eight. I don't know what he told you, but I never wanted to own Gabriel. I can't draw to save my life; I never want to model again. I don't know what you would do, but it's certainly not draw."
"I can draw!" the hotel owner shouted.
Adrien smiled, "Really? Anytime there was a competition, you tried to steal Marinette's sketches and frame her. You have never put in any effort to practice drawing. I never even saw you take fashion classes. You just decided since your mommy was a fashion designer, you would be too. Audrey probably des more in a day, then you do in a week!"
Chloe could feel the promises she was fed start to crumble. Gabriel had told her that once Adrien was done with his vacation, they would run the company. Adrien was telling her that was never going to happen. She had been waiting for the da when she didn't need to watch over the hotle anymore. It was annoying having to serve others and make sure their needs were met. What about her needs? She wanted a trip to Cancun! She wanted to sail the Caribbean! She wanted to sleep past six am!
She snarled, "What about Baker Girl, huh? You seriously expect-"
Damian was quick to get in her face, "Call my wife that again and you'll be thrown out on the street."
"She is-" Chloe faltered
"My wife is a fashion designer." Damian stated proudly, "Number one in the country and number three internationally."
"Hah!" Chloe smiled, thinking she had caught them in a lie, "Zahr is-"
"My wife." Damian replied, wrapping his arm around Marinette's waist, "She makes all designs and has total control of her own design company. It's not even associated with Wayne Enterprise."
Amaya laughed "She's just sore that her gown is horrible."
"Amaya!" scolded Marinette.
"It's true." Amaya declared, "She tries to act big, but that spray painted gold just screams 'Look At Me; I Deserve Attention'!"
Adrien began to laugh since Chloe had been wearing the same color scheme since they were toddlers. Her attitude certainly hadn't changed. Damian just smirked at his daughter's decleration.
"And what is with that horrible blue eyeshadow?" the Wayne heiress continued, "No one wears eyeshadow that blue; it's outdated. It doesn't even match your dress or skin tone. If anything it makes you look a bloated fish. Why on Earth would you wear a nude lip shade of color? Even in the 50's, when they did use that shade, at least they had red lips."
Chloe's jaw dropped. Never had she imagined a child would tell her off for how she dressed. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Marinette biting her lip and could see Adrien laughing himself to tears.
"Yep." Adrien cried, "Tha-That's definetly your kid, Damian."
Mari sighed, "Is Yami and Malik gonna be the same way?"
"You do love honesty, Habibiti." Damian pointed out.
His wife groaned, "I'm gonna get so many phone calls when the twins go to school."
Chloe scowled and began to stomp away. She couldn't believe that someone who was related to bakers talked to her like that. The trash that came out of that girl's mouth left her fuming!
"Good." Amaya called out, enough for Chloe to hear, "Grandma is leaving. My eyes were starting to hurt, just from looking at her. Thankfully, the galas are at night. If we had it during the day, we'd have a disco ball on the floor with all that metallic strips sewn in."
Chloe could hear the baker's daughter snort, before laughing along side her Adrien.
"Amaya, you know how much your grandfather cares about appearances at these." Damian stated, causing his daughter to sigh, "Grounded for a week."
"Yes, Baba." Amaya spoke, "I only did it to get back at her for being a bully to Maman, when she was my age."
Mari kissed her daughter's head, "As long as you're not like this at school."
"Never, Maman." their daughter answered.
"Come along, Amiriti (Princess)." Damian spoke, "Let's go find your grandfather."
Chloe looked back to see the baker's daughter on her husband's arm. Adrien and her bratty daughter were right behind them, talking and laughing. Chloe had never felt so humiliated before.
'Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!'
Nothing was like how it was before when they were all in Francois Dupont College. She was no longer the Mayor's Daughter. Her father had moved to NYC with her mother, after high school. She had taken over as the owner of the hotel. Chloe had tried to use the same control she had in school to dictate the hotel's conditions and staff, but it failed miserably. People started to leave bad reviews of the hotel; some of the staff quit. When her father had heard about it, he offered to come back for a few months to show her how to run it properly; she had hung up on him.
Chloe Bourgeois couldn't believe that promises she had overheard as a child were over. She was suppose to marry Adrien Agreste; he was her Adrikins!
'I never should have helped him runaway from home to get into school!'
Chloe knew that was the moment everything changed in their realtionship. Everyone had turned him against her! He started speaking up more, defending others from her, and calling her a bad friend. She had hoped that one he finished 'exploring' that his new habit would be broken and they would get married after university. She had never even looked at another guy so when she found out that he had quit modeling, she thought he was getting ready to take over the company and propose. The proposal never came and Adrien had left Paris, without a word.
'It was all Baker Girl's fault! She ruined my Adrikins! Her Adrikins never behaved like this 'til he met her!'
She continued to glare at Marinette. She hated how Marinette was now rich, even richer than her. Marinette always got what she never had; a loving home, parents who cared about her, and now a husband and family. Chloe refused to believe she was jealous.
'I deserve more! I deserve my happily ever after with My Prince!'
Chloe turned her gaze to Adrien and she felt her heart stop. Adrien was on his tip-toes, kissing some guy taller than him. To add insult to injury, he looked just like Marinette. He had dark hair and blue eyes. Adrien Agreste had always been her dream Prince Charming, but she wasn't his Princess. Apparently, Adrien Agreste was the princess.
Chloe walked away as she heard Amaya ask if Uncle Adrien and Uncle Jon were excited for their wedding next month.
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