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[landturtlealyce]

Day 1: Café for @auyeahaugust

Happy AU Yeah August everyone!

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[apopcornkernel]

midnight snack

this one’s for @thatanonwiththeoc and @kitten-noire and those 2 anons thanks for enabling me when i asked ;w; hope yall enjoy even tho its super super late! a thank you to @constantconfusion14 for the first beta,,, i was too excited to post by the time i actually finished revising it so all mistakes in this version are my own

adrienette + roommates (+ no powers)

@auyeahaugust

Marinette woke with a start,  sweat dampening her clammy brow.

She sat up and leaned against the headboard, her arms unconsciously moving to wrap around her own chest.

Another nightmare.

Marinette let out a shuddering breath. Breathe in, breathe out. 

She could never put a name to the shadowy terrors that haunted her head, her worst fears that were made manifest in her dreams. But if there was one thing she desperately wanted to know, it was that they were just dreams and nothing more.

She didn't dare think of what it might mean if they were ever confirmed.

Eventually Marinette decided to wake Adrien up. She didn't think she'd be able to bear being alone any longer.

Summoning up the energy to smile, she stood up and crept to his room, which was right next to hers, the two bedrooms the main part of their shared apartment.

Throwing a casual glance at the digital clock on his bedside table, she closed the door behind her gently.

He looked near angelic in the soft moonlight, the windows near his bed shining on him like a silver spotlight. She felt a pang in her heart. 

It could've been from guilt. Could've been because she'd been reminded that she liked him. Could've been both.

But right now wasn't the time and place to dissect her feelings. Right now… right now she just needed someone to be with. 

(And maybe eat some cookies with, too. She was getting a tad hungry.)

She let out one last sigh. Then she stepped to his side, a small grin breaking out on her face as she poked his cheek.

The fluttering of his eyelashes was the only response she got.

“Hey, wake up.” Marinette poked him some more, softening just by looking at him. “Come onnnn.”

Adrien merely let out a “mmm” in response, shifting under the blankets. Marinette frowned from where she stood by his side.

She abandoned her poking and instead pinched his cheek gently, smiling a little when he grunted. “Wakey wakey, kitty.”

Adrien’s eyes finally cracked open, and he stared at her drowsily. “Why?” he murmured.

Marinette bit her lip. Because I can’t be alone right now. “Why not?”

He sighed, then groggily pulled himself up to a sitting position. 

“What time is it?” Adrien’s hand shot out, blindly searching the bedside table for his glasses.

Marinette daintily picked his glasses up, just as his fingers brushed against it. He scowled. “Oh… a little after 4 AM.” 

She plopped his glasses on his head and giggled as he spluttered. Being around him made it so easy to forget her troubles. It was almost eerie how easily her mood changed when she was with him.

“4 AM? Are you out of your mind, princess?” She tried to ignore how her cheeks pinked at the nickname as he plucked his glasses off the top of his head and shoved them on, squinting at her. “What are you even doing up?”

Instead of answering, she grabbed his arm and yanked him out of bed, dragging them both out of his room and into the kitchen next door.

Adrien’s eyes narrowed as she let go of him and plopped into one of the two counter chairs. “You hauled me all the way here for… what? It’s four in the morning.”

“Yeah, it’s still early,” she replied with a little grin, reaching for the jar of cookies on the counter. She opened it eagerly, the memory of warm, gooey chocolate deliciousness spurring her on. “Want some?”

Adrien stared at her in disbelief, unconsciously pushing his glasses up to keep them from falling off his face. "Did you… did you wake me up for a midnight snack?"

Marinette took a bite from her cookie, and in that moment she’d nearly forgotten her initial anxiousness. She chewed. "Maybe."

Adrien let out something in between a snort and a laugh. "Why am I surprised."

"You shouldn't be," she shot back, after a moment’s hesitation. He snorted, but thankfully didn’t press for more. 

She slipped off the stool, still munching on her cookie as she walked over to the fridge. Opening it, she took out the milk, the perfect thing for washing down cookies. She stared at the droplet-covered carton in her hand, and felt her smile falter. 

Even if he didn’t, she knew she was lying, and a small part of her felt guilty for withholding the truth when she'd already withheld sleep from him. Of course she hadn't woken him up for something as trivial as a midnight snack. 

(Okay, maybe she would’ve. But I digress.)

Still, a small part of her was disappointed he'd believed her so easily.

He doesn’t care about you. No one does.

She choked, then tried to mask it with a cough, shaking the thought out of her head. 

No, she told her insecurity, scrubbing her eyes tiredly. I’ve had enough of you tonight.

She wouldn’t think of that any longer. What mattered was that he'd woken up—he’d woken up for her—and that he was here, that he was with her, that she wasn't alone with her fears. It made it easier to bear.

Adrien’s voice pierced through the silence. "M’lady…? Something wrong?" 

Alright now that I’m with you was at the tip of her tongue.

“Just peachy,” she said instead. She turned back to him, a small smile on her face. Marinette swallowed the last of her cookie as nonchalantly as she could. “Want some milk?”

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unconvinced. “...Okay.”

Grabbing two mugs—one covered in tiny ladybugs, and the other in little pawprints—she made her way back to him, resting her elbows against the cool marble of their counter as she poured the milk out.

“Do you want your milk heated up?” she asked, as she set the carton down and screwed the cap back on.

There was no response.

She looked up, confused when she didn’t see Adrien across her. “Adrien?”

Suddenly she was enveloped in warmth, and then arms were folding her into someone’s embrace—Adrien’s embrace. She let out a small squeak, a blush staining her cheeks. 

Adrien rested his chin on her head, his chest rumbling as he spoke. “I can tell you’re having trouble with something,” he said gently. “I won’t pry, princess, but...”

Marinette bit her lip, tentatively leaning into him. “Yeah?” she whispered, her voice reduced to a wisp of its former self.

“Just know I'm here if you need me.”

A choked sob got stuck in her throat. “Th— thank you, kitty.”

He turned her around to face him, hands clamped on her shoulders. “Don’t ever forget. It’s you and me against the world, m’lady.”

She laughed at his antics, but inside she had already melted. “Oh, Adrien.”

He pulled her in for another hug, and she readily sank into his arms, trying to imprint the moment into her memory. 

For the time being, cookies and milk and nightmares were forgotten, and there was only him.

#miraculous ladybug #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #auyeah2020 #and they were roommates #omg they were roommates #no powers au #the nicknames and all that came from other places #pls i dont have the energy to write a slow burn so youre getting this oneshot #thank u to nonny and kitten and those anons for enabling me love u guys #my fics #adrien x marinette #marinette x adrien #ml #lovesquare

[auyeahaugust]

✨The AU Yeah August 2020 calendar is here!✨

We hope you like the prompts for this year and we're excited to see all the amazing content to come out of this event! Let's celebrate August by stepping through the looking glass– we’re here to get sucked into the worlds of fairy tales, coffee shops, and the supernatural! They’re childhood friends, they’re royalty, oh my god, they’re roommates again. And we have a cute calendar this year too 😉 Tell your friends!  Tell your co-workers!  Tell your bartender! because we’re about to get alternate universe up in this bitch.

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Prompt List:

Café

Wings

Time Travel

Bender

Bed Sharing

Enemies

Royalty

Secret Dating

University

Reverse Crush

Star-Crossed Lovers

Childhood Friends

Flower Shop

Social Media

Mythical Creatures

Magic

Masquerade

Bookstore

Soulmate

Fairytale

Circus

Disney

Dance

Cursed

Pen Pal

Pirate

Mythology

Road Trip

Band

Roommates

Dealer’s Choice

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[milknette]

day 10 - reverse crush

my heart’s in overdrive, and, you’re behind the steering wheel.

tumblr month: @auyeahaugust

links: ao3 | ff.net

EVERYONE expects his answer to be Ladybug.

Because it's always Ladybug. The savior of Paris. The one who can undo all the damage. The one who always brings hope wherever she goes. The face of the superhero movement. (One can argue that Chat Noir is equally as important, and he definitely believes it to be true, but the question, in the end, is who his superhero crush is— and as far as Adrien's concerned, he can't have a crush on himself.

Though the apparent adrichat shippers beg to differ.)

In any case, Ladybug's not the answer.

Only one girl has his heart, really, and it's by sheer luck that she happens to be a superhero— and an even bigger bout of luck when he finds out about it. So the answer flows out of his tongue without so much as a thought:

"Multimouse."

Nadja Chamack is, understandably, caught off-guard. (In reality, she had come into this interview hoping to find some truth to the fact that two of Paris' biggest idols were in love with each other)— but this seemed to be a lot more interesting.

"She's… the one who helped Chat Noir and Ladybug with Kwamibuster, right?"

"Yeah!" Adrien's eyes almost sparkle as he talks about her. "She's the only reason why we— all of Paris, I mean, managed to defeat her then! Ladybug and Chat Noir would've been in real trouble if she wasn't there to save the day. And she's so cool like Multimouse has the power to become tiny, and when she used her power it was so adorable and amazing and wonderful—!"

"A Multimouse fanboy, then?" Nadja asks, an amused smile playing on her face. "I'm sure a lot of our viewers are surprised. They, and even I thought you'd choose Ladybug. What makes Multimouse so unique?"

Because it's her. Because it's the girl he's so desparately in love with. Because it's Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

(Not like he can say that, of course.)

"I do love Ladybug," Adrien begins. "She's a hero and I look up to her sense of duty and professionalism in saving Paris." Then, a pause. "But I admire Ma—Multimouse. She was thrown into the superhero role so suddenly, in a situation as high-stakes as back then, and managed to do perfectly." He looks down and smiles. "And… she's cute."

(Oops, now that wasn't meant to slip out.)

Nadja's look of victory at receiving— and being responsible for breaking the news of Adrien Agreste's Crush is clear. "Well, she does sound like quite a hero when you describe her like that. It's a shame that she hasn't showed up so much."

"You're right," Adrien mutters, and the disappointment in his tone is evident. "But I trust in Ladybug… and Chat Noir's judgment. If they need her, then she'll appear again."

"For the sake of your crush, let's hope so!"

Adrien splutters. "Wait, Ms. Chamack, this isn't a crush, it's just admiration from a purely superhero-civilian perspective…"

She turns to the video camera. "Young love is sweet, isn't it? For Adrien, let's all wish that Multimouse shows up again soon! Ladybug and Chat Noir, maybe you'd be interested in lending a hand?"

The show comes to a close with Adrien beet-red and almost desparately coveting her face.

.

.

Marinette is exhausted.

Which is saying a lot, because she's already exhausted on a regular day— from balancing her studies, being a class representative, fashion designing, helping at the bakery, and of course, being Ladybug, but this brought everything to an entirely new level.

Because now, not only did she have to run around Paris in one full-body suit, but with Adrien's apparent declaration of love on national television— and multiple angrily-worded 'why do you hate love / Multimouse / Adrien Agreste' letters to her superhero persona after— Marinette was now made to run around using two.

Ladybug with an akuma, Multimouse when patrolling. And also Ladybug when patrolling. And sometimes Multimouse with an akuma.

Just to keep everyone in Paris happy. (And non-suspicious, really.)

All because of that damned interview.

She has to stop herself from yelling a string of not-so-kind words into the sky.

Marinette likes Adrien. She really does.

He's a good friend, and after that whole misunderstanding with Chloé and the gum, basically cemented himself as an all-around good person. He's given her more homework help, fashion advice, and general pep talks than she could ever count.

But Marinette doesn't like like him.

(And maybe she would, in an alternate universe— he's kind, sweet, handsome, and all of Paris is quite frankly in love with him, but her heart belongs completely to someone else.)

So a sudden reveal that he has a crush on her superhero persona… and not even her primary one, doesn't really bother her as much as it could.

Besides, as far as she was concerned, Adrien had never interacted with Multimouse. She wonders how he could've gotten all those thoughts about her in his head, but decides it's just one of his stranger quirks and leaves it aside.

It's probably infatuation with a superhero. Nothing new, really. (She's experienced fans claiming they 'loved' her when all they truly felt was admiration. Nothing less, and honestly, nothing more.)

Marinette knows what true love is.

She knows it so clearly that when it comes jumping from the buildings, rooftop to rooftop, her heart threatens to beat out of her chest and follow him.

He lands on the empty balcony with ease.

"Why so glum, bugaboo?" Adrien asks. "You look exhausted. Didn't get enough rest last night?"

Marinette wants to scream. They're supposed to be patrolling tonight; alternating between Ladybug and Chat Noir, then Multimouse and Chat Noir, then Ladybug and Multimouse— a plan which, on paper, sounds perfect.

But in this case, Marinette's both, she's Ladybug and Multimouse (and herself at every other point of the day), and therefore hasn't had any sleep at all.

It's tiring, but seeing Chat Noir, she finds, makes her feel a lot better.

"Had some things to do… in the real world," she mumbles instead, lazily leaning upon the railing. "How was it yesterday?" Marinette asks, opting to change topics. "Multimouse said you're working well together."

Chat Noir almost beams when the words escape her mouth.

(Marinette vaguely wonders if it's possible to be jealous of herself.)

"Really?" He asks, eyes bright. "She said that? I've honestly been so worried about whether or not I've been making her uncomfortable… she doesn't talk a lot, which I think is a shame, because I'm sure she has a ton of interesting stories…"

"Hey," Marinette stops him. "Remember that Multimouse has to keep her identity secret. She can't risk giving any information that might lead back to her civilian self. She's new to this, so it's only right that she's more careful than we are."

It's strange, talking about herself like this.

"You're right," he sighs, before turning to her. "Hey… can I tell you a secret?"

Marinette frowns. What could this be?

"I actually know who Multimouse is," he finally confesses. "I know it's Marinette."

Well, she already knew that. She was the one responsible for him making that realization, after all.

But what gets her is how comfortable he is saying her name— when really, all he should know is Ladybug and Multimouse.

"So you saw her detransform, huh?" Marinette asks, looking up to the sky. "I hope you'll keep it secret."

"Of course I will!" Chat Noir protests, then takes a deep breath. "I'm glad you trusted her. She's a good person."

Now how does he know that?

"I mean—," he stumbles over his words. "From what I've heard! From her friends… and online posts… and stuff… I've definitely never met her before!"

Liar.

Why is he so terrible at lying?

Because that's something she knows now. That Chat Noir knows her. That he knows Marinette. So to some extent, she knows him.

Which means that there's a very large possibility that Marinette has spoken to Chat Noir. That Marinette has interacted with Chat Noir. That Marinette is maybe even friends with Chat Noir. And that for all her talk about being in love with him, she doesn't recognize him at all.

"... Ladybug?"

"How do you know Marinette?"

The question escapes her tongue before she can stop it. It's a dangerous question, one that can ruin their secret identities completely, but she can't help doing so.

She needs to know.

He's evidently panicking. Marinette watches him with a steady gaze, even though she's all but in complete chaos on the inside.

"I'm kinda maybe in love with her."

Well.

She wasn't expecting that at all.

"You… love…," the words aren't registering, and she's struggling to get a single word out.

He sighs. "Yeah, cat's out of the bag now? I know her a bit in real life. She's just so kind and talented and cute… it's impossible not to fall in love with her. That's why I was so excited when you started recruiting Multimouse again— and why I've been so insistent on having her on patrols with me."

Wait.

"But it's okay! I'll never tell her that we actually know each other. Cat's honour!" Chat Noir smiles at her, acting as if there was nothing at all wrong in the world. "And don't worry, everyone I know has or had a crush on Marinette at some point. I'm one-in-a-million, so I don't think this'll narrow your search on me by that much…," he begins, "as long as you don't look."

Except she's looking. Even against her will, Marinette's mind speeds through everyone she knows that has a similar build to his.

Blonde hair, green eyes, about her size…

Only one person fits that bill.

The word escapes her mouth before she can stop it.

"Adrien?"

"... okay, so maybe I messed up."

"So you're the reason I haven't been sleeping?"

"Well I mean, I'm flattered…"

Marinette gets the situation she's in quickly. Adrien, however, takes a little bit longer.

"I meant for patrolling you absolute zero-braincelled—

"Patrolling? Ladybug, what do you mean…"

"Hhh. Think about it for a second."

"Ladybug…"

"You can do it."

"… you're Multimouse?"

"And…"

"And that means…"

"Come on now."

.

.

"Marinette?!"

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[seasonofthegeek]

I wanted to use the Alyanette prompt from the I Ship It Too event on @mlshipfleet and the cafe AU prompt from @auyeahaugust so here are some of my favorite girls opening their own Gal Pal Cafe. :D 

#my art #mlshipit2020 #alyanette #auyeah2020 #mlauyeahaugust #alya cesaire #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculous ladybug

[box-of-birds]

Day 8 of Ship It Too Month by @mlshipfleet: Adrino + day 8 of @auyeahaugust: Secret Dating

I decided to go with Ninoir. Adrien Agreste probably wouldn’t be allowed to date Nino, but same rules don’t apply to Chat Noir 👀

#miraculous ladybug #mlshipit2020 #auyeah2020 #adrino #ninoir #adrien agreste #chat noir #nino lahiffe

[nessajjewell]

Day 15 of @auyeahaugust: mystical creatures (fairy and human)

She came out of the forest, her wings glowing under the stars. She walked towards him and hovered above him so she could see his face.

"Those eyes.." she thought to herself. His eyes where unlike any she has seen before. The deep green color meant that it was him, he was the dark knight of the forest, even if he doesn't know it yet.

A fairy au in which Marinette is one of the protectors of the magic forest (Princess of light) but she hasn't found her partner. Adrien is a peasent in the village and he is part of the profecy that declares him to be the next Dark Knight.

If someone wants to write you are more than welcome to

And as always 🌸click for better quality and do not repost🌸

#adrienette #adrien #marinette #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous au #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #nessas art time #auyeah2020 #auyeahaugust #mlauyeahaugust

[2manyfandoms2count]

Friends who cook together...

I saw today's prompt for @auyeahaugust (College AU) and thought it would be the perfect opportunity to share the beginning of this fic I've been working on!

It's actually based on @e-milieeee's post, I couldn't resist the cooking trope 😬

Hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3 (gasp)

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Lesson 1: Ratatouille

Adrien Agreste was the perfect man. Good-looking, hard-working, charming, he was the prime example of the son-in-law every parent wanted, and the people his age who didn't want to be him wanted to date him.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng wouldn't deny she might be classified in the latter category, although less so than when she was younger. She was good friends with the model now. Voluntarily so. You didn’t fight and defeat Paris’ number one villains for years, growing from a teenager into a young adult together, without getting close. Their respective crushes on each other had faded over time, but it didn’t mean they would’ve said no if all the circumstances aligned, although they wouldn’t have admitted it out loud.

The one thing Adrien Agreste wasn’t, though, was a good cook. Not that he didn’t have everything he could possibly need in his kitchen. The apartment he now lived in, although a huge step down from the Mansion that had once been his home (but what wouldn’t be), was still a lot bigger, and a lot more comfortable than what a normal student should have been able to afford.

It was a lot better equipped, too.

Marinette had told him the contractors were abusing his trust by installing things that were way more expensive than they ought to be, knowing he wouldn’t double check, but he’d waved her concerns away. With his father’s demise, he’d just wanted to move out as quickly as possible to avoid the crowds of paparazzi, and if signing a very large cheque could provide him with the knowledge the workers wouldn’t blab, then so be it. He couldn’t bring himself to sell the Mansion despite the knowledge it had been Hawkmoth’s lair the whole time -there were too many memories associated with his mother there- but he’d had some offers to rent it out for movie settings which would definitely cover the costs of keeping it, as well as his rent. He’d looked into his finances and put all the money he’d earned as a model in a bank account, and donated the rest to a fund to help Akuma victims. There was no way he was keeping his father’s dirty money when so many people had suffered at his hands.

Since then, Adrien had fallen into a nice little routine as he moved from Lycée to University. He made the most of his freedom by exploring every nook and cranny of Paris without anyone being able to say anything about it. No curfews, no limitations, but for his own tiredness and others’ private property, of course.

It left little time for him to learn basic cooking skills. He was often too tired to make anything when he came back from his nocturnal meanderings, so he went for the easy solution: food delivery. There were so many restaurants nearby he could’ve eaten something different every night for a month and still not have gone through all of the options. It was more diverse than anything he’d ever eaten, and it suited him just fine.

Little did he know that this habit would be disrupted by his best friend moving in next door.

Marinette had been looking for a new flat. Not that she didn’t enjoy living with her parents, but she found herself wanting a little more privacy now that she was at University. The reveal that she was Ladybug had brought a lot of attention to the Tom and Sabine bakery, which was good, but a lot of it was journalists prowling around in the hopes of getting an exclusive interview with her. She was tired of being pretty much mauled anytime she left the house, and although she could easily leave via the rooftops as Ladybug, she refused to let them dictate how and when she could get in and out. Which is why, when she’d seen the words “à louer” on a window of Adrien’s building as she visited him for their weekly game night, she didn’t think twice about calling the number. Adrien had been a step ahead of her, so the owners were expecting her call. A week later, she had officially moved into the flat across from his.

She hadn’t paid much attention to his habits at first. She was too busy settling in, and with all the planned evenings with Nino and Alya, plus the ones with the Miracuclass students who remained in Paris, she didn’t see how late he came back at night, and ordering in didn’t seem out of place. What better than a pizza for poker night? Or sushi for movie night? It was easy .

As winter settled in, though, and nights out dwindled to once every fortnight, she noticed the ballet of scooters and bikes that came almost at a fixed time every night. Generally when she was about to fall asleep, doing a grand job at waking her up. Groggily stalking up to the window one evening, she’d noticed Adrien meet the delivery person as he came back from wherever he’d been, paying his due and coming up. She’d dismissed it due to midterm season approaching, but exams had come and gone and things hadn’t changed. She kept an eye out, and after two additional weeks of seeing Adrien collect a brown paper bag, knowing fully well that he ate a sandwich every midday thanks to her father’s well-meaning gossip, she’d decided to take action. She couldn’t let her partner have such a questionable diet.

“What's it going to be tonight?” She asked, leaning arms crossed against her door frame one night as he appeared on the landing.

Adrien froze at the top of the stairs and looked at her like a deer caught in headlights.

“Er…“ He raked his mind for something, anything that would sound even remotely healthy, but nothing came. He sighed defeatedly. “None pizza with left beef.” He mumbled, his head lowered guiltily. He’d seen the meme the night before, and had wanted to try it out.

“What?”

He repeated a little louder.

“Okay that’s it, you’re coming over to my place for dinner.”

He knew from her tone of voice there’d be no arguing with her, so he sheepishly followed her inside her flat, still clutching his pizza box. He wasn’t too unhappy about the outcome, if he was honest. Marinette was a good cook. He’d have a nice meal tonight.

“What about the pizza?” He asked weakly.

“We can use it as… bread, or something.” The girl suggested, crinkling her nose at the thought. For someone who came from a long line of bakers and was part Italian, calling the contents of the box pizza or even bread seemed inherently wrong.

Adrien trailed a little behind her as she walked towards her kitchen, marveling at what she’d done with the place.

Marinette’s apartment mirrored his in terms of structure, but whereas his decoration was very minimalistic, hers was a lot more eclectic, without looking cluttered. Her furniture wasn’t a set, yet fit together very well and gave the space a cozy feel. The painted walls, as well as the coloured posters, curtains, rugs and cushions made it feel very homey. He wanted nothing more than sit on her sofa and snuggle under the knitted blanket with her to watch a movie.

Platonically, of course.

Adrien walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the pastel yellow of the walls and warm lighting. Her utensils provided nice splashes of colour that brightened up the room. He particularly appreciated the Ladybug-themed colander that was drying next to the sink.

“If you look in that bottom draw,” she indicated with her foot before reaching for a jar of dried rice in a cupboard, “you should find some saucepans, if you could take two out please, Chaton.”

He obliged, resisting the temptation to lift her up to help her. He knew she wouldn't appreciate it.

“Can I put you in charge of cooking the rice?” She asked, handing him the packet. Adrien accepted it but looked at her quizzically.

“Sure!” He replied excitedly. “Do you have the instructions anywhere?”

Marinette stopped in the middle of washing vegetables she’d taken out of the fridge and squinted her eyes as she gauged whether or not he was joking. He seemed genuinely at loss for what to do.

“Have you never prepared rice before?”

“No?”

“It’s like pasta.” His clueless face made her sigh defeatedly. “You’ve never made pasta either, haven’t you.”

“Does instant ramen count? Or pasta boxes?” He flinched slightly.

“How you’re still alive and actually fit is beyond me.” She rolled her eyes. “Right, I guess we really are starting with the basics then. Consider this lesson number one: pour some water in that saucepan.”

She moved away from the sink to allow him to access it, but stayed close enough to be able to turn the tap off for him. He clearly had no idea of how much water was needed.

“Right, now put the saucepan on the hob, and turn it on.” She saw a smirk spread on his face. “And don’t even think about making a joke, I know what it sounded like!”

“You’re no fun, Buguinette.” He pouted, pressing the button she indicated.

“Add a little salt, and then we’ll just let it come to a boil.”

Next, she handed him a chopping board and tomatoes. She hesitated before giving him a knife. “Can I trust you not to cut yourself?”

“Har har.” He grabbed the knife. “Joke’s on you, because salad is actually the only thing I know how to make. How do you want these?”

She resisted making a comment on how knowing how to make salad wasn't something he really could brag about. “Sliced. We’re making ratatouille.”

“Ooh, nice!”

He listened as she talked him through the recipe, impressed by the fact she didn’t need a cookbook to remember how to prepare it. She taught him how to prepare an aubergine, which he could recognise thanks to the emoji, but could not imagine how to bring to an edible form.

“We just want to sear them in some oil with the courgettes, then we’ll let them cook gently with the rest of the vegetables and the herbs.”

He’d been quite dainty on the amount of herbes de Provence he’d added, which had prompted her taking his hand and shaking the spice pot to cover the tomatoes with it.

He looked at her concentrated expression as she stirred the pan and couldn’t help but smile, his hand still hovering above the hob.

Marinette looked at him inquisitively. “What?”

“Nothing.” She raised her eyebrows. “I just forgot how cute you are when you’re bossy.”

Marinette stammered in response, her cheeks pinking. It didn't matter how at ease she felt with Adrien now, she still couldn't take a compliment from him. He grinned and took advantage of her distraction to steal the wooden spoon from her and taste the dish.

“Authorisation to add a little salt?” He asked, refilling the spoon with ratatouille for her.

She took it, trying not to focus on the fact his lips had been just where hers were. She let the flavours flood her palet thoughtfully.

"Authorisation granted."

She smiled fondly as Adrien excitedly added missing spices to the mix.

"See? I am a competent cook!" He added with a satisfied smile.

"Please, you're barely a sous-chef." Marinette snorted. She backtracked her slightly harsh words seeing her partner's pout. "Don't worry though, you'll get the hang of it! It's just a question of practising." She rubbed his back encouragingly. "Would making the plates pretty make you feel better?"

"I think so." He mock sniffled.

Marinette made a point of taking out her Chat Noir plates, which she'd been planning on keeping for special occasions. The way Adrien's face lit up upon seeing them made the fact they were her only dishes that couldn't be dishwashed seem irrelevant. Adrien made a mental note to try and find matching Ladybug ones, although he wasn't sure if he would be gifting them to her or keeping them for himself.

Marinette busied herself with tidying up the kitchen and laying the cutlery as he worked on the presentation. Had her phone been nearby, she would've taken a picture of him as he blepped in concentration.

"Does this look good enough for Madame la Chef ?" He asked as he presented the plates to her. He'd positioned the vegetables around the rice so as to make it look like a flower.

"It's perfect, Chaton." She kissed the top of his head as she passed behind him with a packet of smoked ham. She rolled the slices into little roses and planted them in the rice.

"A table?" She asked as she finally sat down opposite him.

Adrien dug in before she could say bon appétit .

---

When Adrien came home from his morning run a couple of days later, a fresh croissant in hand, he found a conscientiously wrapped package on his doormat. The black polka dots on the field of red were a dead giveaway as to who it was from. He grinned as he picked it up and opened the door.

Breakfast and washed hands later, he sat on his couch, facing the present. He was torn between tearing the wrapping, or being civilised about it. Before he could choose, Plagg flew nearby and obeyed his cat instincts, swiftly disappearing back into his Camembert cabinet with a grin to avoid his holder's reprimands.

"Je sais cuisiner." He read the title and laughed, holding the book in front of him. It was an old edition, a yellow hardback with a picture of the author on the cover.

A post-it note stuck out from the top of the book. He opened it to get to the bookmarked recipe.

For Adrien - saw this and thought of you! Since you're so keen on instructions, this might do the trick! Feel free to use it often ;-)

Love, Marinette

P.S.: I suggest we try this recipe next!

Adrien read through the page, and felt his stomach grumble. He was very pleased at the thought that something had reminded her of him and that she'd bought it for him. The "love" and the fact she was obviously looking forward to repeating their cooking experience were added bonuses.

He himself could hardly wait.

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[artisticflutter]

AU Yeah August - Day Twenty-Seven: Mythology

Who likes mythology? I like mythology! Have some more Hades and Persephone with Adrien and Marinette because duh!

Series: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: G Genre: Fluff, General Pairing(s): Adrinette Summary: The God of the Underworld sees the Goddess of Spring. The infatuation is immediate. Warning: No beta!

  Darkness, gloom, despair…

 Such was the Underworld – such was the fate of man in death – all to flow into his realm like the many rivers that flowed through as well. And yet, Adrien oversaw it all in his unending life, his green eyes dulled at the monotony of it all. As much as he might wish for change, he didn’t ask for anything. It was by his luck he ruled this dim place; what sort of ruler would he be if he complained?

Of course, he might not say anything about his own wishes, but misfortune didn’t tether him into remaining. A brief trip into the living realm would perk up his spirits however brief, and then he could wallow in silence for another century.

Stepping out of his realm, he inhaled, smiling at the bountiful bloom of a fresh Spring day. Impeccable timing since it appeared to be the first; even the powers that willed the plants to life still clung to the wild grass and flower petals now gazing skyward. But, his brows furrowed upon reflection and re-examining the powers that reached the border of his domain, he hadn’t felt it before.

 A new god? Or perhaps, one he’d never met before?

 Tilting his head, he decided to follow it back, towards the one who sourced Spring.

 … And he had to contain a gasp.

 Goddess of Love be beside herself with envy, who was this gorgeous being in the field on her lonesome? Such softly sun-touched skin and eyes as blue as the Sea God’s tides with flowing hair with the depth and shine of the raven’s wing, he’d never seen this Goddess before. He could make out her lightly speckled cheeks, and by the gods, the blinding smile she wore upon her pink petal lips as a ladybeetle touched upon her hand.

Adrien brought a hand to his chest, feeling his heart stir in ways it hadn’t for eons. He knew not who the Goddess might be, but by the sky itself did he want to know.

 And yet…

 Looking down at himself and his eyes glancing to whence he came, how could a Goddess like her – nay, why would a Goddess like her even allow him to approach? And as much as he might, he knew that he mustn’t. The divide between their worlds was far too great, and though immortal they may be, he would be a danger to her and the life she wove.

Wishing he could will his beating heart to cease, he bowed his head and turned away, knowing he should not linger any longer.

 However, unbeknownst to him, the ocean-eyed Goddess watched him as he left, curious about the God who withdrew from her presence.

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[lovesquaretrash]

Day 24: Cursed

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[speckleflower]

Dear Mother, I’m in a Feathered Jail (AU Yeah August) Day 2: Wings

Dear Mother,

So I- I have wings now. Last week, I saw bumps appearing on my back, and they grew, and grew. Feathery and white.

I knew that Father wouldn’t be happy when he saw them- he secretly thinks anyone with wings is a freak, even though the public love them. I didn’t want to be exploited any more than I have been for modelling, so I tried… to hide them. I wore backpacks instead of my usual satchel. I wore chunky hoodies. But they continued to grow, until they were too big to hide. So I decided- Mother, I decided to- to cut them off. But standing in front of the mirror with a razor, I couldn’t do it. I got cold feet. So the next day when I went downstairs for breakfast, I had ripped holes in my jacket, which my wings protruded from. Just my luck this was the one day in the month that Father was also present- he saw them. He didn’t say anything, but I knew from the look in his eyes that he saw. And I did not like the glint in his eye.

I was right to suspect something would happen. Because the next day, I was told I would not be going to school. Father stood there. And someone else, in a white coat. A doctor. With a knife. He- he clipped my wings, and it hurt, Mother. It hurt.

He didn’t cut them off, because the public- they love the people who have been blessed with wings. However, they don't know what's going on behind the scenes, behind the smile that is the mask I wear, that I only feel safe to remove once I am in the confines of my room. That is when I let it all out. I cry, Mother. I cry.

They think that this is a blessing. I see it as a curse.

So I have become a pawn. More so than before, I mean. Like I need to be any more special than I have been made out to be.

And I write this, Mother, staring out from my windows at a bleak sky that holds no promise, no light on the horizon, any previous hope swamped out entirely by the blackness that is my future. Wall-to-floor panes of glass, framed by black bars.

Bars.

Like a jail.

I know that I am trapped here.

Because I may have wings, but I will never be able to fly.

I may have wings, Mother, but I, Adrien Agreste, will never be free.

-Your Adri

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Read it on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25658449/chapters/62341771

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[apopcornkernel]

sleepless

@just-jv asked:

AU Yeah August Day 5: Bed Sharing Lukagami and/or Day 28: Road Trip Lukagami o__o)/

i know i said only lovesquare but,,, lukagami was too good to pass up thank you for enabling me hehe

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“Are you still up?”

Kagami’s eyes flew open and met Luka’s.

They lay on their sides, facing each other in the still silence of night that was only occasionally broken by the soft rustling of water, or an errant thump that came from the houseboat bumping into the harbor. Moonlight glowed from a window.

Kagami hadn’t been sleeping, not really. Until now she still found it hard to completely fall asleep on the Couffaines’ boat. The constant, gentle rocking unnerved her. She liked steady. She liked solid. She liked certain.

And yet somehow she’d still ended up here. Ended up with him.

I have no regrets, she thought. Except, maybe, that I hadn’t done so earlier.

“Yes,” she answered softly, a small smile coming to her lips. Something about the night made her keep her voice hushed. “What are you doing awake?”

“I could ask you the same,” Luka said. He reached a hand out and brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen over her face. “You should sleep, love. You need it.”

Kagami couldn’t help the slight flush that came to her cheeks at the affectionate name--and Luka, ever observant, noticed. His smile widened, and he rested his hand on the side of her face.

“I love you,” she blurted out spontaneously.

Luka grabbed her hand, and brought it to his smiling lips.

“Love you too, love.”

She slept a little more soundly after that.

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✨ AU Yeah August is back for 2020! ✨

We’ve currently started to brainstorm prompt ideas; you can also share your own by sending an ask to the blog. We won’t be able to reply to everyone nor take every idea into account of course, but we will consider them! 

We’ll stop taking prompt suggestions by the end of the 27th and begin creating the calendar. We should be able to release the calendar sometime between July 7th-10th, but we will keep you guys updated if that changes. 

Thank you for your interest in the event!

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[milknette]

day 18 - bookstore

cause lately i don't even know, what page you're on.

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links: ao3 | ff.net

THE first thing Marinette thinks as she pulls out the notebook is, that doesn't belong there.

And she's right— she knows Fu's Bookstore in and out; it's been her favorite place starting from when she discovered it in high school, and Marinette's practically lived there ever since.

(It's come to a point that some customers have assumed she's worked there, asking her questions as if she were an employee. Marinette still answers them even if she's not, just for the simple reason that she can.

Mister Fu doesn't mind either, assuring her that he loves the company and spirit she brings to the business.)

So Marinette always makes it a point to help whenever she can; her own personal way of saying thank you for providing her with a second home.

Today, she's organizing the books and placing them on their proper shelves.

It only takes a moment for her to notice the out-of-place and bright red notebook peeking out from the selection for Books About Superheroes.

"Weird," she quietly mutters to herself, wondering if someone had left it behind by mistake.

(But in case it was, then why would they shelf it, of all things?)

Curiously, Marinette opens the notebook.

On the first page, written in almost perfect handwriting:

'Up for making a new friend?

If yes, turn the page and write something!

I think that together, we'll be meowvelous.'

On the bottom is a drawing of an all-too-familiar catlike superhero, but was depicted so poorly that she almost couldn't identify it at all.

Marinette sighs.

Okay then. Guess she'll be writing something after all.

.

.

Adrien almost trips as he runs to the bookstore.

Maybe today. Maybe today someone actually replied!

He sneakily makes his way to the shelf, carefully watching to ensure that nobody's looking behind him. Adrien wraps the black jacket closer to his body in an attempt to hide himself.

Then, he opens the notebook.

First, he thinks with complete joy that, someone read it! This actually worked! He'll have a new best friend like in those coming-of-age movies and—

He flips to the next page.

'Please don't use the bookstore for your antics and jokes. I'll leave the notebook here for you to take back.

And Chat Noir, really? We all know the superior hero, and it's not him.'

Drawn below is an extremely intricate drawing of Ladybug, the superheroine of the Miraculous comic, arms out and holding her token yo-yo.

The sketch is so perfect that Adrien's tempted to rip the paper off and keep it for himself.

Instead, however, he decides to write back.

.

.

'Hey, it's not like I hate Ladybug, but we have to give Chat Noir some credit too! His puns are purrfect; absolute comedy gold.

But I love your drawing! Are you an art major?'

'His puns aren't all that clever. And you're not that great either, come to think of it. Maybe you could learn from Ladybug and start speaking more seriously?

And not an art major, but I'm in fashion design. I just like sketching in my free time. You, on the other hand? You could do with some practice. :-)'

'Then, teach me maybe?'

'Believe me, we're going to need a lot more notebooks if you want that to happen.'

.

.

Marinette doesn't know what makes her keep replying.

Maybe she doesn't want to lose a possible customer. Maybe the boredom of summer was finally getting to her. Maybe it's the fact that she pitied him because of his poor drawing skills and pure lack of taste in choosing superheroes.

Or maybe— maybe it's because she wants to know more about the strangely-optimistic and overly-friendly mysterious boy hiding behind the notebook's cover.

They continue their writing exchange for months.

(And have consequently gone through their fifth notebook to date. She figures that if they didn't doodle as much, they'd probably end up wasting much less paper.

But then again, Marinette does like seeing his awkward drawings decorate the pages.)

.

.

Their first argument over paper starts when Bookstore Stranger uses two whole pages to draw Ladybug and Chat Noir— sharing a kiss.

She doesn't even compliment him on the drawing.

'WHY ARE THEY KISSING?'

'Why not? I think they're in love! :'

'No, they're just partners by profession. A romantic relationship ruins their whole dynamic!'

'Well, I don't think that's true… if anything, that'd make their relationship that much stronger.'

'They don't even know each other beyond their masks! They can't possibly love each other without knowing their true identities.'

'So what? We don't know each other's real names.'

'Yeah, and we're not dating. Your point?'

The message doesn't come in the next day like it always does.

In fact, it doesn't come at all.

.

.

Marinette stops by the bookstore every morning.

Then every afternoon.

And even when it's closing time.

She arrives with a hopeful smile, then leaves feeling dejected and upset.

Maybe even angry.

Mister Fu asks her what's wrong.

"I found a stray kitty, and I think he ran away."

.

.

It's two weeks when she finally decides to get over it.

Marinette takes the notebook, a poorly-written #5 on its cover, and decides to throw it away.

She's two steps away from the trash can when she realizes that she can't get rid of it at all.

.

.

A month later, Marinette's taken a job at Fu's Bookstore.

It's a lazy Sunday, and she leans her head on the desk in front of her— eyes almost closing from how quiet it is.

Until the jingle of the door opening effectively wakes her up from her nap.

She rubs her eyes as the stranger walks up to her.

"Hi, I'm looking for this specific book and I just can't find it where I used to, so…"

"Okay, let me help you out," Marinette remarks, before turning to the desktop. "What's the title?"

"I actually don't know…"

She raises an eyebrow, then nods along. (Sure, she's gotten customers like this before.) "Can you describe what the contents are like, then? Or the design of the cover?"

"It's filled with sketches and some nonsense…"

"Nonsense?" Marinette wrinkles her nose. What a cruel way to describe a book someone's worked so hard on.

"I mean—! It's nonsense to everyone else, but not to me. And hopefully not to her either…"

Now, this is dragging on longer than it should.

"Then just describe the cover, please."

He brightens up. "Yeah! It's this bright red book; notebook, really, with the #5 on it? I know it should be around here somewhere, and I need to find it, I need to find a way to connect with her again…"

"..."

"See, I know it's not a real book, and I'm sorry I just snuck it here, but it's so important to me and…"

Marinette mutters unintelligibly.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear…"

She says it again.

"Can you repeat that?"

A third attempt.

"Please, just one more time—"

Visibly irritated, Marinette grabs a book from under her desk and places it in front of him. The number almost gleams as it's exposed to the light.

"That's exactly it! Thank you—"

"You can't have this."

"What?"

"It's my property."

"Look, I know I kept it in your library but…"

"No. We worked on it together, and you got to keep the last four so it's my turn."

"But—

Wait."

He looks up at her, eyes widening in surprise.

"Ladybug?"

She points at her name tag. "Marinette, actually. But hello, Chat. It's been awhile."

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[nomolosk]

Snapshots (AU Yeah August 2020)

read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25655623/chapters/63093985

Day 17- Masquerade

Adrien walked into the large room the museum was using as a ballroom that night and quickly stepped to the left to get out of the press of people entering behind him. He looked over the crowd, secure in the anonymity his mask granted him. He glanced over everyone there, looking for… he didn’t even know what. Just that he’d know it if he found it.

He hoped his costume wasn’t too outlandish. He had spent almost his whole allowance on it, but it had been well worth it. It was snake-themed, a mandarin style suit in muted blues and greens with a subtle scale pattern and a few yellow diamond accents. He’d thought about asking for a cowl instead of a collar, but decided against it at the last minute, even though it would have hidden his far-too-noticeable hair and served as a pretty good imitation for a snake’s hood. But he had considered how hot it might get in the ballroom, and ultimately decided on the collar. Instead, the bottom edge of his mask had little points that looked like fangs. 

A flash of bright color caught his attention and he reacted just in time to save someone from either crashing into him or tumbling to the floor at his feet. 

“Watch it!” someone shrieked, and Adrien looked up to see a woman in a yellow satin ball gown embellished with black chevron stripes glaring down at the person he’d caught- a shortish woman in grey and pink. He absentmindedly helped her stand back on her own two feet, while keeping an eye on the offending party.

“Aren’t you even going to apologize? Ugh, I don’t know why I even bothered to come to this. If I hadn’t already ordered this fabulous thing,” the yellow-clad woman continued, smoothing her hands down her torso, “I wouldn’t have. Sabrina! Why haven’t you cleared away all these peasants? Let’s go already!”

Adrien found himself glaring at the woman’s back. He could have said something but she was already gone. He looked to his side, only noticing now that the grey and pink was a mouse-themed costume with a cocktail length skirt. Thankfully, she had forgone a rubber nose and whiskers, but she had pulled her black hair up into two adorable space buns that served as ears. Her hands were on her hips as she, too, glared at the space where the other woman had disappeared into the crowd. He found himself smiling at her. 

“What a hornet,” he said, drawing her attention. She snapped her head up at him and he caught his breath. She had such blue eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, once he regained control of his tongue.

“Y-yeah,” she said, blushing a little. “Sorry I fell for you.” Her eyes widened and he thought she blushed, though it was hard to tell with the mask. “ON you! Fell ON you!”

Adrien chuckled. She was adorable. And alluring.

“It’s not a big deal. You can’t help it if someone rudely pushes past you.” He hesitated a moment before deciding to give it a shot. “I… don’t suppose you’d like to dance?” He nodded to the middle of the ballroom.

“Oh, um,” she stammered. “I’m a little clumsy… I wouldn’t want to step on your toes.”

“Don’t worry about it, my feet are pretty tough,” Adrien said, and greatly daring, he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd onto the dance floor. Once there, he searched her eyes for any hint that she didn’t really want to be there, relieved when he saw none. They began a simple box step, keeping quite a bit of distance between them at first. Adrien liked to think he was a good dancer- certainly the many lessons he’d had should make some difference- but he had never had a partner who responded so readily to his cues. They both quickly relaxed, and he pulled her a little closer for convenience.

They moved agilely through all the other dancers, nimbly avoiding bumping into backs or stepping on trailing skirts. It felt like they’d been dance partners for years, and he could see that she was just as surprised and delighted as he was.

“So what should I call you?” Adrien asked, after a few minutes of simply enjoying the dance. The mouse looked up at him and blinked. “Actually, let me guess,” Adrien said, grinning a little as his rarely seen mischievous side showed itself. “Mousinette?” 

She raised her eyebrows and gave him an indulgent smile. 

“Ratagirl?” 

She grimaced at that one. 

“Um… Hamsterella?”

That made her giggle, and Adrien chuckled too. 

“I’m a mouse, not a hamster!” she insisted. “I did think of going with a hamster, because they are the cutest, but I thought everyone would have assumed I was a mouse anyway.” She smiled. “Anyway, you can call me Marimouse.”

“Marry mouse?” he asked, with his own raised eyebrow and a smirk. “It’s a bit soon for that, don’t you think? Not that I’m all that opposed...”

She gasped and playfully slapped his shoulder before putting her hand back into his. “You know that’s not what I meant! It’s just a mash-up of one of my nicknames with ‘mouse.’ Anyway, what about you?” 

She ran her eyes over him, leaving, had she but known it, pleasant tingles in the wake of her gaze. Adrien inhaled slowly and held his breath a moment to keep himself under control. 

“Hm, how about Viper? No,” she shook her head, “too aggressive. Um, Sir Asp? Baron von Wurm?”

Adrien grinned broadly. “Aspik. You can call me Aspik.”

She smiled back.

Usually, Adrien hoped time would fly at these fancy parties, but tonight… oh, tonight he wanted it to last forever.

----

Universal surveyed the masked crowd. She’d been wandering through the streets, enjoying the freedom everyone around her was indulging in behind the masks she’d granted them, when she’d felt a sudden sharp pull toward the museum. Now, she looked over the crowd, trying to pinpoint which couple had generated that pull. Most everyone here seemed to be either equally attracted to their partner, or neutral. There was one woman who was actively repelling the people around her, clad in yellow and black in a bee-themed dress. No one else seemed to stand out… 

She caught sight of a turtle/fox couple that was putting out palpable waves of attraction and decided to follow them as they left the crowded ballroom. The only other couple that came close to their intensity was snake/mouse themed. However, turtle and fox seemed to be the better bet at the moment- they were only barely aware they were still in public and had found a darker corner in which to indulge in each other. The snake and mouse pair were much more reserved, seeming too shy for passion. 

Universal had a feeling that if Ladybug and Chat Noir ever made it official, they would be all over each other- that much repressed emotion had to break out some time- so she headed toward the fox and the turtle.

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[box-of-birds]

Day  24 of I Ship It Too Month by @mlshipfleet: Alyadrien + day 23 of @auyeahaugust: Dance!

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