#badboy!Adrien

[jukiy]

look what i got here:>> Luka and Adrien in my Circus Au

I can't.... I can't, both of them are so fcking hot \(;-;)/

I think I mess up:> I didn't finish Mari ver yet so this post's just about our two hot guys

I'm sorry for messing up don't kill me pls:>>

for start to finish:3

should i keep the lipstick stains:> that make them look more like badboy <,(TwT),>

#miraculous fancomic #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fanart #miraculous ladybug #my art #my au #adrien agreste #luka couffaine

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 16 Protection

(This review is conducted without all episodes being released. So be warned that if you want to view the episodes in order. Avoid reading until caught up.)

-Still wish I understood how Lila tricked Kagami into friendship. It feels wrong

-I will give Lila credit on her manipulative words. She still horrible tho

-How dare she trick Kagami like this

-So the whole class just decided to dedicate themselves completely to hooking these two up?

-I love how everyone is like "Since you two are Awkward af, we are here to assist"

-I love the manga they drew for it. Its very shojo

-These plans are amazing. They basically recruiting Paris to handle this

-I love how Adrien and Marinette are reading this like a script and asking questions

-Did they seriously draw the wedding and them having kids? My gravy these kids ship these two almost as much as I do... ALMOST

-I love the Adrien with mustache bits

-As someone who has been in middle school and helps teach Middle schoolers in his volunteer hours. I can attest that this is basically how cringe middle schoolers are

-I like how this is based off Manga, fairy tales and hollywood. And they are cutting to asking questions that the other is asking

-I want this framed so when ever I see a bad and stupid take about adrien being awful I cant simply link this image.

-"If you expect him to do something, you are mistaken" Kagami out here calling adrien out. Damn

-I love that it turned out to be as cringey as it sounded.

-What do they mean replace luka @is-nino-actually-luka how can Nino not play guitar? I need to know the truth

-Also Adrien and Marinette are just sitting and listening to all of this fall apart, even both in sync about wanting to leave.

-Marinette sweetie, it isnt your fault. The situation was just REALLY CRINGE

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-Gabriel and Tomoe talking about the Diamond ball

-Gabriel admitting that he is dying

-Kagami and Adrien talking

-Adrien feels bad about not noticing Marinette's feelings and doesnt know how to make her feel less self conscious about it

-Seriously how can people hate adrien, boy is like cinnamon butter

-The parents walking in thinking Adrien is being passionate about him and Kagami. But thats not the case at all

-"Perfection for perfection" Me talking about my ships

-Oh no, they heard the Marinette part, so much for the happiness of an arranged dynamic

-Kagami looking at adrien acting all determined and forward and is like "Man, now this is the type of adrien I wanted"

-Marinette expecting the worst and tikki is like "Girl, Calm yo tits its fine"

-Marinette is like "Your right Tikki, no more complicated plans. I am not even gonna change."

-"You dumb ho You are in pjs"

-You know what, I respect Marinette. Girl didnt even freak out. She is like "You know what. I am going in Pjs"

-Ah yes, Gabriel and Tomoe arguing that their Children creation arent obeying them

-Tomoe basically saying "Solve this before you die bitch"

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-Gorrilla just eating a bowl of fruit

-"You and Kagami are... of the same design." Either this is some sort of elitist Bulls*** or implication of Sentimonsters

-Okay I am ready to throw hands at Gabriel

-Adrien dropping in a Mom reference to dismiss his father's claims. Good on him

-He did the ring thing! How DARE!!! Gabriel you have SUCH a punchable face

-Adrien NO! DONT DO IT

-Wow... I did not see that coming. Marinette reasoned that it was Gabriel and didnt even bat an eye. I am impressed

-Nathalie listening to Adrien vent about not having a relationship with Marinette and is like "Bitch WHAT?!"

-Nathalie using the OTHER control ring to tell adrien "F*** what your dad thinks, Go kiss that girl"

-I love how Marinette is just being ridiculously adamant about wearing PJs today. She is an inspiration

-Adrien helped her sneak in? Adrien sneaking in girls? My how the angel has become a badboy.

-AND G packed them a picnic. I love it

-Adrien realized she is wearing PJs.

-HE WENT TO CHANGE INTO PJS TOO! That is love right there

-Adrien really be bringing the romance

-I love it

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-Gabriel knows he cant take Nathalie in a fight and thats the reason he just accepts it and walks away. But yea the wording of this does not help but say "Sentimonster"

-Kagami, baby girl... of all the people you could vent to... You picked the WORST PERSON

-Lila f***ing knows Gabriel is Monarch, because thats the only explaination as to why she is telling Gabriel all this crap

-Thats RIGHT Kagami. Marinette is a good girl. Dont believe her lies

-Lila really out here acting like a Marinette salter.

-You know what? This is the type of Manipulation I want to see from Lila. Little twists of things to make it seem true. This is what Lila should have been in season 3

-Irony

-Lila twisted the knife enough for Monarch to act

-Wait why did the red face thing appear BEFORE the akuma showed up?

-And Lila does nothing to stop the akumatization because thats what she wanted

-Oh so thats why its called protection. She gets a sword AND Shield... Pokemon is now available near you

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-Back to the Adrinette. Daww they cloud watching now. This is cute

-Oh my, that cloud was kissing which means...

-We are about to get an ALMOST KISS!

-Omg its so f***ing cute you guys.

-WAIT! Are they holding hands... before marriage? and no protection? Scandalous

-Gabriel can see this you know...

-Yo this music is pretty choice. Hopefully nothing ruins this moment

-Kagami. COULD YOU NOT

-Adrien put in so much effort for this. and Marinette was trying really hard. Kagami doesnt understand

-G COMING IN CLUTCH

-Oh thank goodness, I thought she was gonna skewer him

-Marinette trying to reach out and help but is denied because Lila and akuma twisting the emotional knife

-Adrien really being on the ball today. PROTECT YO GIRL!

-Oh so its one per person.

-Chat noir. I too would be happy to see him

-Adrien trying to talk no jutsu out of this

-She is hoping he uses cataclysm before he thinks

-Thank goodness it isnt awkward between them after Elation... I kind of wish it was. Because it would have been funny

-The charm is Olive oil

-Gonna be honest, that seemed a bit too easy to break

-But it was funny

-So Ladybug tried to give her the charm, but Kagami wont take it, so she left to become Marinette. Then chat noir did the same

-Adrien complimenting another girl, great for my ship but not good for Kagami's heart right now

-NO BABY GIRL DONT CRY

-Oh kagami dear. She needs 100 hugs.

-She loves them both! I also would settle on Adrigaminette

-Adrien complimenting another girl, great for

-Now their picnic is sad now

-But yea the mood kind of got ruined after that. Dont blame them

-Lila once again slid past Kagami. I really do want Kagami to find out the truth

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Overall I liked the fluff.

But the more episodes I see the more I am convinced the sentimonster bulls*** is real

I REALLY want to be wrong. And I know we probably arent going to get a full on 100% confirmation on if they are or arent sentimonsters because if in season 6 they want to back pedal they can

The music in this episode was really good (the ost not the band playing)

I also really like Kagami's development and my heart breaks for her

8/10

I still have some problems with this but the Adrinette is on point and the character development was on point.

Though I swear if Gabriel gets a redemption I will manifest into the show an kill him with my bare hands

#protection spoilers #ml protection #ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug season 5 #gale reviews

[thaywrites]

heyyyyy, GEBF here! sorry, i got swamped by irl commitments, but im finally hereeee again! how has your break been, bestie? also i just wanted to ask you about your favorite muse(s) so far. is there any character you're currently all about? are they in their main character era in your head?

that's completely understandable with the holidays and all, but nice to hear from you again, GEBF! and oh, it's been both amazing and busy all at once but I'm just glad to be able to rest and spend time with my family. hmmmm so I have like a loooot of muses lol bc I'm always coming up with new ideas and love to build characters and stories and worlds. I adore all of them but there are some that I just feel more musey when writing bc they live in my head 24/7 rent free. so here are some of them:

aurora "rory" cohen ( victoria pedretti fc ): rory's a character that came to me when i got back into the rpc and she has been my baby since. she's a baker and pretty much, all sunshine and honey and freshly baked cookies. she's kind of a celebrity in her hometown, since she's the mayor's daughter from a small town, and kinda loves it bc she loves to get to know new people. she also just tends to talk too much. her family fell apart a couple years back bc daddy cheated and the whole town was all over it and then her first love broke her heart so she's currently in her healing era, living with her pitbull and trying to get her own bakery up n running.

adrien zahir ( avan jogia fc ): adrien is a muse i've had for yeaaars and i never get tired of writing him. he's a guitar player in the kinda famous rock band loudmouth ( and i write all the band members too ) and basically his background is that he was kicked out of his family by an overly religious father who hated the fact his only son was queer. so he found himself a new family instead. he went through many revamps and as of his latest one, he went from a sex crazed, addicted, alcoholic, messy rockstar to a soon-to-be daddy, pretty much married, recovered and decent human being. he's still loud, brazen, flamboyant and that's why we love him sm.

theodore becker ( andrew garfield fc ): theo is my broadway star. well, currently on a break. so he's basically a sweetheart broadway actor who was head over heels in love with the man of his dreams and he thought it was time to take things to the next level. he proposed, got a no for an answer and decided he needed some time away from new york, so he moved back home to help his dads out with their small business. he's pretty much a goof, big musical theater nerd, and just has a lot of love to give. i adore him sm.

alev özberk ( alperen duymaz fc ): poor man's version of clyde from the infamous duo bonnie and clyde. his bonnie is written by a friend of mine and we just have sm fun with those two. alev is my badboy, he's been part of a gang and has done some pretty hefty stuff in his life. he's a burglar, a liar, a drug dealer and all around a shitty person. but he's honestly so much fun to write bc he's always getting up to something and honestly, i miss him sm.

bowie monroe ( sophie thatcher / kiana madeira fc ): my little delinquent redneck enby babygirl. so their background is super messed up, mommy was a groupie that partied too much and didn't care about her motherly duties, so bowie was left at the cares of their older siblings (all half, all from different fathers) and was raised by them. they grew to be pretty pissed off at everything and everyone but they do try to be on a good behavior for the sake of their siblings, which is hard considering the friends bowie usually keeps by her side. she also has a pet lizard she's very fond of.

there's like so many others i could add to this list but i wanted to keep it on the shorter side lol

#rphservergifts #answered. #accidentally posted it without finishing omg

[lady-charinette]

Do you have any head canons for bad boy!Adrien no miraculous au? Im curious to see your rendition of it ^_^

Thanks for asking! :) Hmm...I didn't read a whole lot of the Bad Boy!Adrien AU, I saw snippets here and there so this may be wrong.

Adrien's such a baddie, he really did stick gum on someone's chair (it was Chloe's)

Despite having a respectable, bad boy reputation in his 'hood', Adrien regularly visits his mom's grave and his softer side comes out (he takes off the glasses and cries)

The paw on the back of his jacket not only alludes to him being Chat Noir, but also the gang he (somehow) joined/was made the leader of ('Kitten Noirs', 'The Noir Felines' etc)

Adrien acts aloof and indifferent towards most of the class, except Marinette and Nino (Nino's his bro, he has a secret soft spot for Marinette)

He often stands up to Chloe, calling her a brat, he's the only one who can shut her up immediately when she's attacking others

Lila's lies? Adrien plays along, only to mess with her, before he brutally exposes her in front of everyone. He even has the sources to expose her lies (threatening Prince Ali to come to school personally, trapping LB in a dare to come to school with him one day or he'll make trouble..etc)

I don't know how bad Adrien is in this AU, but I can imagine him stealing/using his father's credit card to go on wild shopping sprees

He's involved in street fights often, his gang never starts it though, they're more like the 'antihero' protectors of Paris

He becomes a goodie two shoes when he's Chat Noir, so Ladybug doesn't suspect a thing about her partner's identity. She thinks Adrien's a CN fan (which explains the logo on his jacket and the name of his gang)

She's surprised when a defected Noir gang member listens to Chat Noir one day, when he tries to hit a girl (he got kicked out bc of his violent tendencies towards women, Adrien doesn't stan that) and CN shouts at him to stop and knocks him out with his baton

Adrien uses 'his people' (gang) to covertly do 'missions' (help fight crime at night, since LB and CN are mostly active during the day bc of school, but HE doesn't care about school)

He loves pissing off Gabriel, that's why he replaces all his logos with his trademark paw, he weares green colors (which Gabriel doesn't like), he once dyes strands of his hair green/red/anything rebellious on the day he does a photoshoot

#ask #anonymous #anon #ml #ml au #badboy!adrien #bad boy! adrien au #miraculous ladybug #ml headcanons #adrien agreste

[xhanisai]

For the dark Adrien au, Adrien seems like the type of guy to be evidently jealous of Marinette love interests as you stated before. So, what would Adrien do if Marinette hypothetically ended up losing her crush on Adrien and having a bigger crush on someone such as Luka? Would he let her go so she could be happy? Or would he try to break them apart? Idk, just popped up in my head when I was thinking about your au, I love your work btw!

You guys sure love the jealousy trope lol

Well, if it were to hypothetically happen, Adrien would have a moment where he's heartbroken, feel betrayed and at the same time, expect it.

Who would love a murderer like him after all? Someone who has tainted their hands in blood by logic shouldn't even dream of interacting with someone as pure as Marinette.

He's known Marinette for much longer at this time, has fallen for her deeper so this really does hurt him. Luka isn't a bro like Nino is to Adrien so it's harder to let Marinette go (especially with her feelings concerned).

Adrien swallows down his grief just as he always had in his life, plastering that model smile and doesn't dare to come in between Marinette and Luka. Her and her happiness is the most important thing to Adrien. The least he can do is protect her in and out the mask and be the friend and partner she needs him to be.

The air becomes tense when Luka and Adrien are in the same room. The former always feel like there's daggers being shot at his head while the latter is internally monologuing how Luka better not hurt Mari.

Thank you for the ask anon~

#my asks #dark adrien au #my aus #my au #ml #mlb #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #this kind of made me scream inside cos i don't really like lukanette aaaaaaa #we made the badboy baby cry

[primsgirl89]

Storm Clouds

So the voting has ended and it was a tie between options two and three. I have already begun to write it, I am three chapters in so I’ll leave links to where you can find them down below. For those of you who read fanfics here, I am sorry to say that Storm Clouds will not be made on here. 

Fanfiction.net 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13442128/1/Storm-Clouds

Wattpad.com 

https://www.wattpad.com/811457157-storm-clouds-you-know-him

#miraculous ladybug #lukanette #marinette x luka #luka x marinette #luka couffaine #Marinette #marinette dupain cheng #bad boy x good girl #badboy x good girl #miraculous #adrien agreste #model #luka is feared

[marinette-sky]

Cigarettes and Leather Chapter 2

(A/N: Okay, so this one took ALOT longer to write than I thought, but here it is finally! In this chapter, I really tried to focus on establishing a base plot and deepening the characterization of Marinette and Adrien as to give some insight on how their relationship right now works out. Like I said, this will be a slow-ish burn so its not like I’ll have them all over each other in the span of a chapter but that don’t mean stuff can’t happen inbetween. Anywaaaays enjoy!)

Marinette bounced uncomfortably in the Victorian styled arm-chair she currently occupied, refusing to acknowledge the almost languid male sitting diagonal of the desk in front of them. Although they had been called into Mr. Damocles office at the exact same time via intercom, Adrien had shuffled into the room a few minutes after her; the strong fragrance of cigarettes still clung to his person as he settled heavily into the twin chair beside her.

She could still feel the ghost of her pinched face when he had first walked in smelling like a cigarette factory (although the scent had died down considerably since then).

Marinette sighed for what had to be the billionth time in her young life.

She could tell he was watching her from the corner of his eye, every so often sliding his gaze over her figure in hopes of catching her attention. Instead of humoring him and his little game, she instead focused all her energy in studying the countless re-scaled drawings of owls decorating the walls of their room, attempting to look extremely interested in the symbolic gesture of knowledge that each framed piece of art represented.

Wisdom and Common Sense…something I failed to maintain yesterday before my anger got the best of me.

They had been in there for an estimate of ten minutes, yet M. Damocles had been watching them in complete silence the entire time, occasionally typing something into his tablet. In fact, the only reaction they received from him was an occasional sigh when Adrien no doubt had made some kind of gesture in his direction (the dumbass, he was going to get them in deeper trouble). She nearly jumped out her skin when she felt Adrien bump his foot with hers, chuckling when she turned beet red at the strange look they gained from the principle.

But, it wasn’t like she could help her reaction; Mr. Damocles was just naturally the type of person one could not help but feel anxious to be around.

No matter how badly Marinette wanted to approach the subject of their misconduct, she was terrified of what would flood from her mouth if she dared to speak directly to such a reproachful adult. Their principle just exuded the aura that he knew all, and once you got talking to him, it was incredibly difficult to stop until all your secrets were laid on the desk up front for him to inspect and sort out.

With all the pictures of owls on his walls, he reminded her of one most of all just because he acted so wise. Even the most enduring person in their school could not resist his heavily pressured silence and aged, but cold stare.

Out of nowhere, Mr. Damocles gave them both a scare as he laid his tablet on the desk with a little of a too forceful thump, now staring straight ahead at both of them with his infamous no-nonsense glare.

He suddenly didn’t look so old and worn anymore, his orange eyes hardening with the resolution of a young admirable. Stiffening, Marinette chanced a side glance in her classmate’s general direction only to find that even Adrien started a bit at the change in hid demeanor, shifting in his chair uncomfortably and coughing to hide his expression of trepidation.

Marinette has never seen Mr. Damocles give Adrien that glare, or at least a look of such authoritative intensity.

Her disquiet only intensified when he fixated that same glare on her, worse than the one he had given to Adrien.

“U-Uh sir, I can explain…if you-…or not?” Marinette began out of pure panic, feeling heat travel up the back of her neck from anxiety. This only caught the attention of their principle even more, raising his bushy, grey eyebrows that indicated a silent dare to continue. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have done that.

After a few moments of deliberation, she clamped down on her bottom lip to keep from making any other sound.

Satisfied that he had both of their undivided attention, Mr. Damocles delved into his lecture.

“Mme. Dupain-Cheng and M. Agreste…do you know why you’re both here with when you’re supposed to be in class, getting an education?” Mr. Damocles stroked his beard thoughtfully, or so she thought. Maybe it was just him demonstrating who was in charge here.

“Yes, sir-”

“Was it because of yesterday?” Adrien quickly interjected her response, sounding begrudgingly respectful despite not using an honorific after the question. The principle gave him a pointed look, narrowing his eyes in careful calculation.

Marinette could have smacked Adrien on the mouth for that one, filing the thought on her mental checklist for later.

Mr. Damocles, with eyes still narrowed, nodded as an answer before continuing.

“What happened yesterday between you two was unacceptable behavior, but even more so because it was on school property. I am very disappointed in you both, and you especially Mme. Dupain-Cheng.” The heroine felt her stomach plummet in shame, and stared down at the patterned carpet to avoid seeing her own disgrace reflected in his gaze. As Ladybug, she couldn’t help but feel like she failed France in some way for being on the receiving end of a punishment.

I’m supposed to be a role model for all the people who look to Ladybug for inspiration, but here I am now, getting scolded by an adult.

“From what I saw on the cameras, I understand M. Agreste was the one who instigated the incident but you, Mme. Dupain-Cheng, escalated it to an act of violence. Violence against another student is prohibited here, as expressed in your Dupont Policy Student-Handbook.” She knotted her hands in her lap, feeling even worse as he said it out loud.

Maybe I can balance out the bad deed with a good deed? Like make night patrols longer…

“I am not permitted to question where you learned such an offensive technique, but I am legally required to ask this of M. Agreste-” Marinette was only half-listening by then, lost in thought.

I could do that, but how would I explain why I want to make them longer to Chat Noir without telling him what happened?

“…would you like your parent or guardian to press charges against Mme. Dupain-Cheng for her actions?” He said it so nonchalantly, like it was just an everyday query, that she almost missed the weight of the words.

Almost.

What did he just say?

“…?” For once, she was speechless.

She whipped quickly around in her seat to stare at Adrien, dread clawing at the back of her throat. He, too, looked surprised at the offer, but his sculpted features smoothed over into a look of cogitation. His jade eyes met her pleading gaze, the mischievous glimmer in them dimming a marginal amount.

WHAT THE HELL?

Honestly, Marinette would not put it beneath the pampered brat to sue her parents for all they were worth, just to have something entertaining to do when he wasn’t off terrorizing the city with his posse or spending his father’s money. What transpired between them yesterday may have put them on a more personable level with each other, but not to where they were ‘buddies’.

The entirety of the situation hit her like a freight train, and not the good kind of impactful feeling.

Marinette was on her feet so fast that the room went out of focus for a few moments, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut to keep her surroundings from swirling.

How could he really just ask Adrien ‘No Fucks Given’ Agreste that question?

“M. Damocles, you can’t be serious! He laid his hands on me first, so I had a good reason for my ‘actions’!” The principle flinched at her unanticipated outburst, tensing his shoulders in a way that made it look like he was warning off an attack.

Or, in his case, an angry teenage girl.

“Mme. Dupain-Cheng, I understand where your anger comes from, but what you did was unjustified. He merely grabbed your wrist, whereas you-” Mr. Damocles began calmly, lacing his fingers together to rest on surface of the tablet he had been using up until then. But, before he could, Marinette slammed the palms of her hands on his desk with the unintentional force of Ladybug; her eyes blazed with blue fire, burning holes into the man in front of her.

“I was defending myself! I didn’t know if he would stop at grabbing my wrist, or if he would have done something worse!” Vibrations rattled across the wooden frame of the table, and even Marinette could feel the force of the tremors in the floor beneath their feet. Realizing her mistake, the look of spite on her face quickly dissipated into one akin of disbelief and regret.

Mr. Damocles almost appeared fearful for a few moments, before an expression of stone grated into his facial features. She felt herself flinch under such a harsh gaze, simultaneously aware of the emerald stare drilling into her back with surprise and curiosity.

“Damn Marinette.” She heard Adrien mutter under his breath, as she was provoked into a staring contest with their principle.

“I suggest you take a seat again, Marinette, before I issue a punishment worse than the one I planned on giving you two.” The adult commanded in a quiet tone, closing his eyes and relaxing his shoulders. Ouch, she thought to herself, embarrassed. He used my first name…

Marinette bowed her head apologetically, and complied with his request without another word.

Tikki is going to kill me for this one.

Silence ensued for a full minute before Adrien decided he had the balls to speak up.

“Uh, yeah, hey? Just wanted ta’ let you guys know I don’t have any interest in pressin’ charges against the pretty lady beside me.” Adrien spoke informally to their principle, earning a sharp glare in return for his lazy dialect but also a look of poorly concealed relief at his concession. Marinette didn’t have it in her to feel offended at the rather, ahem, flattering nickname.

Oh no, she had bigger issues now…

“Well, isn’t that good news, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng? No need to panic after all.” He smiled complacently, nodding to the both of them.

Oh my god, I’m an idiot.

Marinette felt like slinging herself into the sun at her over exaggerated reaction. Well, partially over exaggerated; hitting the desk could have been avoided.

She just nodded robotically, staring nervously into her hands. Their principle would never see her as the ‘good student’ again.

“Monsieur, if you don’t mind me asking…what is our punishment?” She asked without looking up, instead peeking at Adrien through the curtain of her bangs. Of course, he had already been looking at her for quite some time, so their eyes ended up meeting in mutual expectation of…well, something.

“Excellent question, mon cher! Since Mr. Agreste has so graciously decided not to press charges against you, or even the school for that matter, I contend the both of you to attend a special unit after school for the rest of the week from the time that class ends to 6:30. Mme. Bustier will surely find something to keep you two busy.” His words pressed down on Marinette like a dumbbell in comparison to the airy feather tone of voice he suddenly took on.

Petty man, he did that on purpose , She couldn’t help but think angrily to herself, glad that the principle missed the scathing look that crossed her face meant solely for him.

Just then the afternoon bell chimed over the intercom, filling the small room with a sound that indicated it was lunch break (finally).

Not even a few seconds had passed before she felt someone gently grip her forearm, pull her up from her seat, and made to stand on shaky knees. Marinette’s hands went instinctively to her purse before she realized it was Adrien who had put them both on their feet, obviously ready to leave.

“Well, if we’re done here, M. Damocles, we would love to be excused to lunch.” Adrien offered a polite, but dazzling smile at the adult, showing off the entire top row of his pearly whites. He almost seemed friendly, but Marinette knew better; it was just a rouse to get them the hell out of there before the principle could assign a worse punishment then a special unit discipline class.

“Yes, yes, you may now leave. I trust you will both attend the after school classes without fail.” Mr. Damocles was already typing away at his tablet once again, as if he had never ceased the action in the first place.

“Yes, monsieur.” They both said in unison, and Marinette felt herself backing away before fully turning to face the door to leave, hyper aware of a firm hand guiding them both towards their exit.

Once they were both outside the office, Adrien took his hand off her arm and turned on his heel to stare her square in the eyes.

She didn’t like the dangerous smile spreading on his lips.

“Well, that was probably the damn funniest meeting I’ve had with the old man in a fuck while.” Adrien let out a chuckle, amusement dancing in his forest eyes as he looked at her like she was some type of open book to flip through and indulge every word written down on her pages. A shiver ran down her spine at that thought, a little intimidated by the fact that he might be doing just that.

“Maybe for you, Adrien. I was so disrespectful to him, more so then you. I’m surprised he didn’t call my parents then and there.” Marinette was sure that’s who he was emailing as they left, and she was sure as the grass was green there would a punishment waiting for her at home as soon as she walked through their bakery entrance.  

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone else besides myself slam his desk like that. It was pretty damn cool of you.” Adrien gave her an almost appraising look, causing all previous thoughts of her impending punishment to vanish. She felt a blush settle on her cheeks at the strange compliment, an almost giddy sensation tugging at her stomach.

“I-If you say so.” She tried to summon her past feelings of anger towards him for getting them into this entire mess, but it was to no avail. If there was one thing Marinette couldn’t do (especially with her other persona being Ladybug), it was holding a grudge. Chloe being the exception.

They had both began their almost awkward trudge back to class, the tension in the air somewhat tangible as memories of yesterday played over freshly in their thoughts. Their footsteps were drowned out by the sound of noisy third years and second years flying past them to either crowd on the lunch benches outside the entrance or race home to eat. One of the poor premières turned the corner on the stairs a little ways ahead and ran smack into Adrien, who in return loudly cursed at the poor sap before he told them “get the hell out of his sight”. Marinette hadn’t realized she stopped to wait for him until he glanced up from smoothing out his leather jacket, smirking slightly.

“You know, ya never did finish tellin’ me what you were thinking yesterday darlin’.” Adrien began walking again, theatrically propelling himself around the handrail on the bottom of the first floor staircase till he was a good five steps above her. Marinette felt herself visibly bristle at his sudden inclination, dark eyebrows knitting together in disbelief. How could he even remember?

A little voice in the back of her head was telling her to remain indifferent with this oncoming conversation, and Marinette was never one to disregard her instincts.

“Why are you so interested?” He would definitely laugh out loud if she told him she didn’t think he was that bad of a person. Maybe it was fate that Alya interrupted them so she wouldn’t have to bear the embarrassment of telling Paris’s most renown delinquent that “he was a pretty swell guy, you know, if you ignored his criminal record”.

Yeah, right.

“I like to know what cute girls with pig-tails think of me.” More students rushed by them, but this time they were people their age who knew Adrien’s face all too well. A wide girth of space was quickly created with the flow of terminales speeding down the steps as to avoid the un-fortuity of bumping into them.

“Then go ask Lila if you want a nice opinion.” She replied hotly, face pinking at his obvious reference to her appearance. It was a half lie-half truth, because her opinion wasn’t exactly tactful, but Lila’s was sure to be flattering. She was going to say something else to him, but a few familiar faces from her advanced art class passed by them on their way so she waved to them instead.

By the time they reached the top of the stairs to the second floor—dedicated only to terminales—the warning bell had rung to indicate lunch time had officially begun.

“Lila flirts with me all the damn time, so what she has t’say is irrelevant.” Adrien made a point of walking directly besides her as they came into view of their homeroom, attention focused solely on their continued conversation. “I want to know yours.”

“Ask me later, and maybe I’ll tell you.” Marinette could feel the left side of her pig-tail catching on the static material of his jacket, which meant he was far closer to her than anticipated. This was not to mention that the scent of cigarettes and leather were overpowering her nostrils to the point where she felt like she was suffocating.

Is the air warmer now or is it just me?

“Or you can tell me now, darling’.” Those nicknames of his were really starting to rub her the wrong way. Whether it was the good kind of wrong or the right kind of wrong, she couldn’t tell.

“Stop bothering me about it already, or I won’t tell you at all.” They were a few paces away from the door, so hopefully their little discussion that mostly brought her annoyance with the world up a few notches would end as soon as she opened it.

Marinette had been reaching for the door handle when Adrien leaned over and whispered to her in a way that caused her to freeze up on the spot.

“Fine, then I’ll just assume its somethin’ dirty for now.” He said this almost huskily, but that could have also been all the cigarettes he’d smoked until then catching up to his voice. Marinette, with a defensive protest already spry on her lips, did a three-sixty on her heels only to meet two vibrant green eyes filled with sly contempt.

She scrunched her nose in distaste, the freckled skin on the bridge of her nose pinching together.

Tricky bastard.

If anyone passing by noticed how Adrien leaned down to level with Marinette’s irritated scowl, or saw the way his the corners of his mouth pulled into an easy smirk while his hands went to rest in his jacket pocket, no one dared to breath a word of it.

“It’s the opposite of what you’re thinking, so don’t flatter yourself.” Marinette rushed to say, hands fiddling with the strap of her satchel purse in a nervous tick. Stop fidgeting, Marinette.

“Then just tell me already, and I’ll stop pesterin’ you.” His expression said ‘asshole’ but his tone of voice gave away his own curiosity. The lilt in his voice almost reminded her of the different side of Adrien Agreste she had witnessed yesterday, .

Her thoughts immediately softened as she briefly recalled how bashful that Adrien was. She wished he would act like that all the time so he would at least form better relationships with the people in their class (and maybe even her).

Marinette really did like that side of him much better than the front he put up.

Maybe if I tell him now, he’ll—

Loud, harsh laughter that came from within the classroom bombarded her eardrums, disrupting her train of thought. Following the sharp noise was a series of indecipherable conversations that sounded like words of disproval.

Albeit it was muffled, the heroine knew just who the laugh belonged to, and what the sounds of refute meant.

“If I tell you, than you have to promise not to speak to me in class about it. I think Chloe would have a fit if she saw me talking to you like this.” Upon hearing the voices of her classmates resonate from inside the room, Marinette decided it would be best to just tell him now so she wouldn’t catch more hell for it later.

God knows I’m already in enough trouble, I don’t need more from a certain someone.

“You shouldn’t give two shits about what she thinks, but I’ll take the deal.” Adrien nodded, straightening up again. There was a small look of boyish triumph relaying across his face, and Marinette couldn’t help but think he looked scruffily cute.

His scowl may make him look handsome, but when he is not trying to scare everyone he almost looks normal.

“Since you want to know so bad, I’ll just say it outright.” Marinette breathed in a little, banishing the thoughts from her head all the while steeling herself from the laugh that was granted to follow the confession.

“I was just going to tell you that after what happened yesterday, I don’t think you’re such a bad person.” She quirked her mouth into a wry smile. “Quite the opposite, actually. It’s nice to know you have a sweet side.”

There. I said it.

Marinette peered earnestly at him with baited breath, waiting for him to let out an incredulous chuckle and maybe even scoff at her interpretation.

Instead, she was greeted with a completely deadpan expression.

Or rather, a face that attached to a male who didn’t know how to react.

Adrien absentmindedly took out his lighter and started fiddling with the cap, fingers ghosting over the ignition spring. It seemed like it was a nervous tick of his, or at least an action that indicated he was feeling unrestful. His green eyes, which were now partially shaded by his mess of gold hair, shifted away from her face and to something in the distance behind her, but Marinette didn’t sense anyone approaching them.

“You didn’t think I was capable of being nice up until then, huh?” Adrien said after a good long moment of deliberation. “Interesting.” He almost appeared upset by the revelation.

Was he upset with her over that? Really??

“What do you mean? I meant it as a compliment, sense you always seem so…you know, you do have a reputation of upsetting anyone who talks to you besides your clique.” In her defense, his people skills were not the best in world, or at least from what she has seen so far. On top of that, the bad choices he makes does not really help the kind of impression people get when they see him and know about what he has done through rumors spread around.

Adrien merely shrugged, grunting with what she surmised to be a half-assed noise of agreement.

“I guess you’re right.”

“I was trying to compliment you, Adrien, I swear.”

“I get it, dammit. You don’t have to keep saying that.

“I just don’t want you to misunderstand.”

“Hm, Gotcha toots.” He wasn’t even looking at her by then, but instead began to turn away even though their classroom was right there.

Oh no, he’s pissed.

Marinette bit her lip, perplexed but also slightly annoyed at how he took her intended compliment. Yeah, she guessed it was a little rude for someone of is personality, but he couldn’t really deny it either. Plus, he got offended a bit too easily for someone of his background (seriously, what is his deal?).

As Adrien started to walk away, a package of cigarettes already in his hand, Marinette called out to him.

“Where are you going?” She asked, despite the obvious.

“To smoke.” He didn’t even pause, or look at her.

“But class is right here. You need to check in with Mrs. Bustier.” Even Marinette felt silly for her flimsy excuse to continue their previous conversation as she said it, and Adrien wasn’t going to hear it.

“Oh fuckin’ well, she can wait. See yah later, darlin’.” His voice carried over the sound of a door behind her opening, but the female didn’t even flinch when she felt the door bump her in the hip. Everything happened so fast, Marinette didn’t even know what to think.

“Oooh~ Adrikins! I knew I heard your voice out here! Wait up!” Chloe cooed in a honey-sweet voice, blatantly pushing Marinette aside to chase after his receding figure. She watched the very short skirt Chloe had on wave in the breeze she created as she caught up to him, latching onto his arm like some parasite.

How fitting. Marinette thought gloomily. For Chloe to show up and make me feel worse with just her presence.

She continued to feel strangely disappointed even as she entered the classroom and was greeted warmly by her friends, the interaction she had with Adrien replaying over and over in her head for the rest of the lunch hour.

I never said they would get along like old pals immediately. They’re still young and dumb, and Adrien won’t be like an under-sensitive greaser. He has feelings too, and Marinette is known to say the wrong things to people *cough*like all the time in the show*cough*. Anyways, expect stuff and pining in the next chapter. Thanks for reading!

#my writing #bad boy au #ml badboy au #badboy au #ml #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #badboy!Adrien #ao3fic #ao3 #adrienette

[walks-the-ages]

Seriously. Rewatching Danny Phantom really just drives home that the "secret identities" in Miraculous Ladybug don't mean ANYTHING

The... The entire point of having a secret identity is because your main character acts like two completely different people when the mask is on or off.

But ML Literally doesn't do that, at all.

Marinette is Ladybug. She's also the "everyday Ladybug". She's always kind and compassionate and sticking up for others and going out on a limb to stand up for her friends and stick it to the man-- the LITERAL only think that changes between Marinette and Ladybug is.... Ladybug has polka dots and superpowers. That is it.

Gabriel is Hawkmoth. Except, Gabriel is also the super powerful, manipulative rich asshole that owns a fashion company and is famous for being a reclusive asshole that doesn't care about other people. Gabriel's public persona is not kind and thoughtful and Totally Innocent, he's a rude, passive agressive jerkface that pisses people off and treats his workers like absolute shit even and especially in public. The difference between Gabriel and Hawkmoth is.... Literally nothing but a mask, because Gabriel is ALWAYS Hawkmoth, he does not have an "off" switch when it comes to his villainy, even when it comes to interacting with his son, he is always on the lookout for more people to hurt and use for his own gain. Gabriel being Hawkmoth was literally a surprise to no one. There's no POINT in Gabriel being Hawkmoth, because the only reason he's lasted this long and not been caught is plot armor.

Literally the only main character whose secret identity means something is ADRIEN, and THAT is wasted, because while Adrien does his best to make everyone see him as an innocent naive cinnamon roll, Chat Noir is the complete opposite and can't take no for an answer, mocks and degrades his friends, sexually harasses women (including his classmates that he's not interested in) and is a whiny brat that lies and manipulates people because of any perceived slight against him. Except. Adrien is supposed to be one of our main superheroes, instead of the supervillain he was obviously meant to be with this characterization.

"oh, " the ML creators cry, "we realized Felix's design was too much of a badboy and is a bad role model for kids, we decided to replace him with Adrien, who's a sunshine child! Except we kept Chat Noir completely the same, we just changed how he acts as a civilian!!!!"

ML doesn't know how secret identities work. They really think that slapping a domino mask on someone is enough, and it shows.

#ml salt #adrien salt #Miraculous ladybug #ml

[night-fallz]

Masterpost/Masterlist

Miraculous fanfics

XY's Muse

chapter 1 II chapter 2 II chapter 3 II chapter 4 II chapter 5 II

chapter 6 II chapter 7 II chapter 8 II chapter 9 II chapter 10 II

chapter 11 II chapter 12 II chapter 13 II chapter 14 II chapter 15

chapter 16 II

DC universe fanfics

It's getting better . . . right? (series)

I'm fine

I'm confused: part 1 II part 2 II part 3

We’re Tired of Him: part 1 II part 2 II part 3 II part 4 

I'll do anything for you (series)

The Price You Have To Pay

Jason Todd x Avengers series

Unexpected: part 1 II part 2 II part 3

Percy Jackson Fanfics

A Slow Process

chapter 1 II

Fanfic ideas

Adrien Agreste as a player/badboy

Salt prompts

Marinate just breaks

percy jackson x miraculous crossover

Random posts

Kagami deserves better

Defending Alya Cesaire

Marinette is an influencer

Marinette's family is definitely rich

Collège Françoise Dupont is a private school

New York Special

#masterlist #masterpost #i finally made one #now my tumblr is more organized #its still gonna be a mess though #this only happened buck it wouldn't let me post on my other blog #no one sees this account anyways #kinda sad though #LET PEOPLE SEE MY POSTS #fanfics #salt fic #dc universe #miraculous ladybug #percy jackson #fandoms #renegades marissa meyer #shadow and bone #six of crows

[chatonnoir]

some of these 'adrien = gabriel' takes have been irritating me so im gonna ramble abt the Agrestes without reaching any real point probably

People keep talking about how “Adrien parallels his father/is becoming like him!!1!1″ blah blah etcetera but the thing is that Adrien canonically takes after Emilie, not just in looks but in the way they behave and see the world. Gabriel repeatedly compares the two of them and described them both as being “sensitive/overly dramatic” and having “quite the temper.” Those are the only times he’s ever actually said anything about what she was like as a person. For all the obsession he has in being reunited with her, he has a really patronizing way of describing her. Gabriel decorates his home with pictures of both Adrien and Emilie everywhere and talks about their “perfection” while rolling his eyes at their displays of Actual Human Emotion.

What’s funny is that we really don’t actually know anything abt how Emilie feels about Gabriel -- we don’t know if she actually gives a shit abt being with him at all, if she ever felt the same way Adrien does, if she actually felt like she was his wife or more like a possession, etc.

For all you know she could’ve been another doll in his collection. People have been theorizing that maybe Emilie wasn’t as Good as Adrien makes her out to be considering how Adrien didn’t get to have any friends or go to school even while she was around, and that IS very possible, but it’s just as possible that she didn’t have any say in that matter either. We have no idea what their family dynamic was when she was still around. If the resemblance runs deep, she could very well have been like Adrien is towards Gabriel -- powerless, holding out hope that things could change for the better, and then repeatedly being disappointed and frustrated. And if you wanna get in to the whole “using the Peacock Miraculous” thing, anything and everything she did with it could have been her ways of temporarily escaping from an unhappy life, things that Gabriel saw as “gifts” to keep his wife happy, the same way Adrien’s room has been stuffed with video games and toys for him to play with alone like he’s a pet. Time spent with her son could have been a distraction from an unhappy marriage. After all, Adrien escapes from his unhappy life the same way by being Chat Noir.

There are some parallels between Gabriel and Adrien yes, but there are More similarities between Adrien and Emilie, someone whose memory has repeatedly pushed Adrien to doing what’s right, and there are Fundamental Differences between him and his father which guarantee Adrien Cannot become like Gabriel: Adrien will never see people as tools to be used. Adrien will never condescend and patronize Ladybug. Adrien has never seen Ladybug as an object - she's his best friend, and unlike with Emilie/Gabriel, we KNOW Ladybug loves him back equally. Adrien never chooses to hurt people - not even Hawkmoth or Lila. Gabriel is cold and calculating, while Adrien feels A Lot and feels Strongly and thinks with his heart and is [gabriel voice] SeNsiTiVe. It’s important to remember Who Adrien Actually Is and how Gabriel sees him

#Sometimes people forget who Adrien actually is at his core in favor of turning him in to a wattpad badboy for the Drama of it #Not to get in to the way people on this site are sometimes so casually insensitive & insulting to abuse victims #with the wording and conclusions they draw in their theory/meta posts lmaoooooo #but anyways #idk i feel like there's something to be said abt gabriel keeping emilie in a pretty little glass case in the middle of a garden like a doll #i was also thinking abt how cersei in GOT saw her kids as one of her few joys in her unhappy arranged marriage #not me comparing a PG-rated series to an R-rated one lmaooooo #anyway maybe Amelie has actually been knew and antagonizes Gabriel cause she knows he's a shit husband to her sister #prolly not but i can dream

[fragileizywriting]

using this badboy i finally decided to look at how luka adrien and marinette actually look in terms of height against each other in my demon lovin' au and i think i'm having a stroke

oh.... my god oh my god oh my god she's so much smaller than i thought she'd be oh my god

#demon lovin' #ohhhhhhh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god #HOLY SHIT #speakizys

[gale-gentlepenguin]

You're favorite thing about Luka?

My favorite thing about Luka?

I think it would have to be how contrary he is to what you would initially assume. Luka’s appearance at first glance would give this vibe that he is that Older, cooler, devil-may-care attitude, BUT then he actually shows how caring he actually is. He cares about his sister, he cares about his passion, he cares about Marinette, and he cares about his friends.

I remember that people were expecting him to be the ‘Badboy tm” that Marinette has as an alternate love interest and Adrien’s Love rival. Luka shows he is attentive, willing to listen, patient, and genuinely caring. Marinette has a thing for caring guys, and that makes sense.

#luka couffaine #ml #miraculous ladybug #Luka sugar

[critical-thinking-is-mandatory]

I might be overthinking this but why are Adrien stans super eager to do Marinette/Adrien/Kagami. But usually hate Luka and shipping him with Marinette unless Adrien is somehow involved. It’s very possible they just like Kagami better and prefer this relationship dynamic and that’s valid but often it just turns into making these two Asian girls worship everything white bread Adrien does.

In a different fandom I wouldn't be so willing to shout racism but it's def racism. Classism too.

The whole show is just one poorly disguised East-Asian fetish and unfortunately it seems like it's attracted the worst of the internet. Like, there are a lot of people who like Luka and Kagami equally and treat them wonderfully, but there's also an awful lot of people out here that are just hnggggggh I wanna boink these two asian girls sooooooo bad. Plus who doesn't love shipping Marinette with the two richest teens in the show? 🙄

As for Luka, he's legit got the exact personality that Adrien's fans claim he has, the whole endless patience and devotion to Marinette, charming reserved mannerisms and is like. Not a total piece of shit lol. But yknow, because Luka looks like a "dirty street rat" and has an actual job and doesn't come from disgusting wealth he's not good enough for Marinette, hence the classism. Even though Luka has the stereotypical badboy look he doesn't have the super lame black catsuit leather thing going on that Adrien does which people find hot for some reason??? Idk. I think @miraculouscontent has a good essay or two on the rich suitor vs poor suitor thing ML has going on.

#asks #anonymous #marinette #kagami #luka #adrien stan salt

[miracul0us-multishipper]

So can we expect a Labyrinth AU in the future???

Well I sure am super fucking tempted! Though I’m not quite sure how to handle to roles.

My first idea would have been Adrien as Jareth and Marinette as Sarah, simply because I’m always a goner for enemies to lovers, and J/S fits that theme perfectly. Also, Goblin King fashion except Chat Noir themed? Just IMAGINE!!! The potential! The gracious amount of leather! The DRAMA!

On the other hand, despite fan fiction traditionally casting Chat in the role of the Sinful Dark Badboy, he is canonically a cinnamon roll. Jareth Is Decidedly Not.

Since the Goblin King is the antagonist in Labyrinth, and Hawkmoth the villain of Miraculous, that would leave me with the very awkward option of placing the absolute bore of a fashion disaster that is Mr Eggreste in Jareth's extravagant mess of Cool Costumes, which is plainly something Clip-On-Tie-Guy doesn’t deserve. Also, it would waste all these i n t e n s e dialogues between the our favorite trash king and the glorious champion of the labyrinth. Because that? Is chemistry. And Agreste doesn’t even have chemistry with his wife, in my humble opinion. (Another Matter: Jareth is surprisingly good with children! Hawkdad Is... Not.)

If we leave the Lovesquare behind, I could imagine Luka to make a decent Goblin King. His aesthetic is far too preppy, but he is a musician and the fandom seems to drink a lot of Obsessed/Unhinged!Luka juice lately, with all the Evil!Luka AUs I see floating about. So, there's potential.

The longer I think of it, the better it becomes. Luka, seeing himself as the righteous and gallant prince, thinks he can woo the everdreaming, creative Marinette by making her favorite fairy tale come to life! He'll just kidnap her (brother? Crush?), innocent little Adrien and make Mari run his Labyrinth to get him back. That's fun after all, right? She'll be the daring heroine for once, and after falling in love with his eerie, yet weirdly charming kingdom, he can make her fall in love with its king. It’s not like she can actually win! No one has ever bested the Labyrinth, after all...

Or wait. Wait wait wait. I've been going at this from the wrong angle.

We have the ruler of the goblin kingdom, who is head over heals for a childishly innocent mortal. The King likes to play games, is very creative with his traps and has a thing for weird yet somehow awesome outfits. He also can’t seem to just confess his feeling normally, and instead (kind of) stalks a lot and comes up with this huge convoluted scheme to trap his crush in his kingdom.

On the other hand, we have the innocent, somewhat neglected mortal who wants to escape her life into a fairy tale. She's a tad dramatic, naive, and a romantic at heart. Her dad might mean well (?) but certainly sucks at basic conversation skills.

Guys. Marinette as the Goblin King, and Adrien as Sarah. Can you imagine the Crystal Ballroom scene with Marinette in that sick costume? Also, #LetAdrienBeAPrincess2020!

Nino as Hoggle, only just learning to (hihi) come out of his shell? Or rather Chloé, learning to think of someone that isn’t herself? Alya as Sir Didymus, always down for a fight and ready to defend what’s right! (Ooh, that rhymes!)

As for Ludo... the Gorilla? Yeah, that works.

Welp, this post got real long real quick. Feel free to add your own ideas, because I’m definitely not calling dibs on this fic. I’m currently busy streaming David Bowie music directly into my brain while wishing for the goblin king to take me away. I mean, I’m not straight, but I’ll make an exception for That.

#miramu speaks #miraculous ladybug au #labyrinth au #labyrinth 1986 #jareth #sarah williams #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

[marinette-sky]

Cigarettes and Leather

A/N: *drumrolls* After MONTHS of work and procrastinating on this project, I present to the ml fandom the: Bad Boy AU!!!! I spent so long on this, and lost inspiration for awhile, but I’m happy with how it turned out. This has the potential to be a multi-chapter fic, and it could simply be a one-shot; it just depends on the feedback I get. 

Synopsis: Adrien Agreste, in all his cigarette-scented leather perfection, was the last person Marinette envisioned to face at the base of their collège steps so late in the afternoon, and Adrien likewise.   

Who knew one chanced meeting could change everything? 

 Warning: This 3k monster contains graphic language, depictions of violence, and drug use. 

A gust of autumn wind sent Marinette’s perfectly groomed pig-tails into a tizzy as she leaned down to smooth the creases in her pleated skirt, holding the heavy fabric in place as to keep the hem from flaring up. With the sudden breeze brought an onslaught of dead leaves, which danced blurry circles around the soles of her sleek character shoes, leaving bits of crumbly, brown substance on her white socks. The female frowned in distaste at the dirtied stockings, but made no move to reach down and dust them off, seeing as she was in the wrong attire to do so. Plus, it doesn’t matter, seeing as they’re already torn up from Chloe’s daily act of terror.

Marinette let out a discontented sigh.

If Alya would hurry up and end her club meeting, I would not be outside right now with soiled socks, Marinette thought sourly, shaking her head of the previous conniption and instead turning her head to peek around the banister of the school’s steps for the fourth time that evening. Classes had let out an hour earlier, but Alya had somehow convinced the heroine to wait patiently by the school entrance with promises of coffee and crepes as ‘a reward for her undying loyalty’.

But, she would have willingly agreed to her friend’s request either way, so the café visit was just a bonus.

Marinette tore her gaze from the entrance and stared longingly at the steps instead, the slight ache on the soles of her feet somehow intensifying from the urge to sit down. Despite having a rather thick and clod-like heel for support, uniform shoes were not the best to be standing in for an extended amount of time. Alas, College Dupont was more for prim appearances than comfort, which also meant resting on a surface that was neither clean nor standardized for sitting was strictly prohibited at the risk of damaging ones suit.

If only her uniform’s fabric had the consistency of Ladybug’s indestructible spandex, than she would be happily draped across the concrete bricks without a care in the world.

The outlandish notion brought pulled a frustrated smirk from Marinette’s lips.

Just as she was debating upon whether to send a string of angry texts to Alya about her dilemma, the familiar squeak of doors resounded unceremoniously from the top of the stairs, along with the tell-tale scuffle of feet. Finally. Feeling relieved and simultaneously annoyed, the French teen was just about to step out from behind the pillar when another spontaneous gust of wind swept through the courtyard, with more force and bravado than the last.

Strange, Marinette sniffed the air with vague recognition, why does it suddenly smell like cigarette smoke? It didn’t before-

“What the fuck? This damn wind…” The curse sent a jolt of realization up Marinette’s spine, goosebumps peppering her skin in anticipation. She knew exactly who that voice belonged to, and it definitely was not Alya. As to confirm her suspicions, the lass stole a quick glance around banister wall only to be met with a shock of blonde hair and signature leather wind-breaker.

Or rather, Adrien Agreste’s slicked banana locks and symbolic cow-leather jacket, pressed and worn to near perfection.

From what the female could gather from the scant glance in his direction, Adrien was sorrowfully out of dress code; instead of showcasing the usual school garb, neat vanilla slacks accompanied with a white button-up and navy blazer, he wore fashionably ripped jeans, a white V-neck, and of course his leather jacket. To top his look off, Marinette swore she saw the shiny glint of piercings behind his mess of curls. If it was anyone else who chose to completely disregard Dupont policy, Mr. Damocles would have already sent the student home with a formal letter of dismissal and a list of boarding schools for the parent to pick from.  Or so she used to rationalize.

Being the sole son of a famous fashion icon, as well as the future inheritor to his vast empire of modeling agencies and clothing stores had its perks.  

Because Adrien was the only offspring of Gabriel Agreste, a ruthless fashion mongrel that would do anything to keep his namesake as squeaky clean as the marble floor he walks on, Mr. Damocles tended to turn a blind eye on any of the misdeeds he committed on school grounds. This special treatment extended to his loyal following of lackeys, which was comprised of Nino Lahiffe, Ivan Bruell, and Le Chien Kim. No matter what the band of thugs did, the worst punishment they got was after school detention; nothing more, but nothing less.

Among the students and staff, it was almost an unspoken rule to ignore whatever trouble Adrien’s gang stirred up. Always look the other way, avoid making eye contact; simply leave the general area, if need be. The situation is similar to that of a wasp: leave it alone, and no one gets stung.

Then again, Ladybug was never one to leave well enough alone.

It was safe to say that Marinette and Adrien knew each other quite well.

The slap of quick, heavy footsteps on the concrete above broke Marinette’s train of thought, causing her to flinch. She looked up just in time to see Adrien pull out a box of gitanes from his jacket pocket as he cleared the last tread of the school’s staircase, lighter already in hand. He was standing so close that she could see the way his knuckles shook when he brought the flame close to his face and burned the tip of the tobacco stick. She watched him take a long drag from the cigarette, observing the way his shoulders slumped from loss of tension as he did. After releasing the smoke from his mouth, Adrien cast a sidelong glance to his surroundings in disinterest, stilling when he saw her.

A devilish grin spread on his lips.

“Hello pretty lady.” Adrien tilted his head in an alluring manner, turning his body to face her. “Didn’ expect to see you here…”

“Hello Adrien.” Marinette’s tone was dry, and the cautionary look she cast in his direction was even more so. She didn’t like that he stepped closer to her, nor appreciated the way his verdant eyes slowly traveled down her body as he did. “Just leaving school, I see.”

“Well, I was planning to get the hell away from here…,” He pronounced each word with precision, practically purring, “…until I saw you.”

Marinette’s grip on her messenger bag tightened, suddenly hyper conscious of a snoozing Tikki hidden among the folds of fabric.

Wonderful.

Just wonderful.

“Well, you saw me, so I think you can leave now.” She didn’t try to mask the spite in her voice as she took a tiny step away from the offending body who was more than missing the concept of ‘personal space’.

“Aww, you’re no fun at all.” Adrien flashed another impossibly white grin. “I’ll only leave when you leave, darlin’.”

“That’s creepy, Adrien.”

“No, I’m just being a gentleman. Can’t let a pretty lady like you walk home alone now, can we?”

There was a pause as Adrien took another long drag from his cig.

Marinette secretly wished she could slap the cancer stick from his hand.

“Sorry to bruise your ego, but I’m already waiting for someone.”

The male’s gaze hardened as she admitted to this, glancing up towards the entrance above them.

“Oh yeah? Who?” Adrien coughed, trying and failing to blow the smoke out through his nostrils in a timely manner. It was obvious he was more than a little annoyed at her rejection, and Marinette took great pleasure in this.

“Alya.”

Adrien stiffened at the mention of her fiery best friend, probably recalling all the times Alya had kicked his ass without getting caught. She had the reputation of being as quick and cunning as a fox, always managing to slip away before the falling action of a troublesome situation. It was well-known that she was the only individual in the school that Adrien actively avoided causing beef with, in addition to the fact that it would cause bad blood between him and Nino, Alya’s boyfriend.

“Well, I don’t see her, so I’ll wait with ya til’ she comes.” Came his delayed response, his stare clearly taunting ‘just because you mentioned her doesn’t mean you can get rid of me so easily’.

Marinette knew there was no arguing with him, so she decided to let it go.

“Fine, but only if you stop blowing that damn smoke in my face. My parents will think I’ve taken to smoking and have a heart-attack at this rate.” They locked eyes for a moment, and the female couldn’t help but notice how they softened negligibly when he looked at her. She found herself flushing when he suddenly smirked, drawing attention to his lips.

“Deal.” He quickly conceded to the stipulation, her action not going unpunished when he leaned on the pillar beside her form and brushed their shoulders together. Marinette cursed him and his dumb, handsome face for making her react like such a school girl.

So, without saying anything for a few minutes, they waited.

It was a strange feeling, admittedly, because moments like this between them seemed to only happen outside of school (and even then, it was usually banter or passive-aggressive small talk).  

In school, Marinette and Adrien only ever spoke when he caused trouble and she just happened to be there to resolve it. He didn’t really bully people so much as just messed with them, or toyed with them for lack of a better word. It reminded her of a game of cat and mouse, lithe but ruthless in his patronizing actions. But, what he did aggravated people enough to earn him the slanderous term of ‘bad boy’. In hindsight, it seemed Adrien more liked to rebel against the school and its overzealous principles, and more often than not bystanders got in his way. At least he wasn’t as bad as Chloe Bourgeois, who took being an aggressive and harmful nuisance as a personal challenge. Marinette shivered involuntarily, mind conjuring up images of that morning’s particular cruelty where Chloe had ‘accidentally’ tripped her while going down the classroom steps, successfully tearing both her thin stockings on the waxy floors.

Adrien saw this and frowned quizzically.

“What is it? Are you cold?” His frown segued into a suave smile, the smell of cigarettes more prominent in their close proximity. “Because if you are, feel free to lean on me for warmth, darlin’.”

Marinette snorted. There was no way she would ever tell him this, but since he was blocking the cold wind with his frame she was much warmer than before.

“As if, you greaser! And I’m not cold, I just thought of something unpleasant, that’s all…” She trailed off, thoughtlessly staring down at her ruined socks. Adrien followed her gaze and furrowed his fair brows.

“I don’t care if ya answer me or not, but did Chloe do that to you?” Adrien tried to act indifferent, hiding his concern with a puff of his dwindling cig. Cute.

“…yeah.” Was all she said in return, perturbed by her previous epiphany. Where the heck did that come from? They weren’t even that close, save for banter, if not slightly hostile banter at that.

Adrien blew out air between his teeth, and for the first time that afternoon, it didn’t contain smoke. She couldn’t classify it as a sigh, but more of a frustrated outtake of air. There was movement in her peripheral vision, and the heroine secretly watched as the blonde heartthrob seared his cigarette butt into the bumpy concrete wall, dropping it to the ground so he could crush the ashes beneath his heel.  

“I’m sorry.” He apologized suddenly, turning to face her but still leaning on the stair banister. Marinette looked up at him sharply, shocked and unprepared for something so uncharacteristic to leave his mouth. Scanning his face, she found no hint of a joking smile, or even the solace of those beautiful emerald orbs crinkling in unkempt mirth.

Is he serious?

“For what?” Marinette replied thickly, eyes traveling down his disheveled but dashing figure. One hand was shoved in his jacket pocket while the other was curled in on itself, the skin enveloped by the fingernails starting to reddened from the pressure. “You didn’t do anything to me.”

Where did this even come from?

“I know, but…ugh!” Adrien turned and spit onto the pavement, causing Marinette to jump back in surprise. “Chloe can be such a bitch sometimes!”

Wait. Blinking rapidly, the teen careened her head to the side, disbelieving of what she was hearing. The wind picked up again and stirred the exposed ends of her pig-tails, which blew a clump of raven locks over her eyes and mouth. Normally, Marinette would immediately tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ear, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care at that moment.

Was Adrien apologizing on Chloe’s behalf because he felt…guilty?

“Are you…actually saying sorry to me for earlier?” Marinette asked, unable to keep the incredulity from her voice.

“Are you fuckin’ dumb? Of course I am!” Adrien looked directly into her eyes as he said this, something raw and fleeting flickering on his features. In one fell swoop, she felt her body heat up beneath the clusters of freckles on her cheeks and shoulders; whether it was from the anger he evicted at his rude statement or the flattery she felt bloom in her chest at the thoughtful gesture remained a mystery.

This was too strange.

No, he was too strange.

“But you never apologize for your actions, let alone on behalf for anyone else in your gang!” Marinette blurted out without thinking. She couldn’t help herself, but it was the truth. Chloe had done far worse deeds to their fellow classmates in the past than she had to Marinette this morning, and Adrien knew it.

Adrien shifted his stance, rubbing the sides of his leather jacket together as he did. His body language screamed defensive, but his expression betrayed otherwise.

“And?” He looked away, keeping his tone carefully even, “…she trashed your socks, so someone needed to do it and Chloe sure as hell wasn’t going to.”

Oh.

OH.

He didn’t say sorry because to you because he felt bad, but only did it because he felt obligated.

Marinette felt her face crumple into a frown, suddenly feeling cold. Of course Adrien Agreste would never do this on a whim of integrity, but rather only if it was necessary. He most likely got conned into doing this by Chloe herself, which made more sense than it should have; who could turn down a pretty face with pretty words? It was silly of her to hope for some semblance of sincerity and kindness in a person who never indicated to have any to begin with.

“…I see.” Crestfallen and upset at herself, Marinette turned away. The situation had left a bad taste in her mouth, and now all she wanted to do was go home. “Well, tell Chloe that she owes me a new pair of stockings or else I’ll tell Mr. Damocles about what happened.”

Adrien, noticing the hostile tone of voice she took on, finally faced her again. He seemed surprised at the look of hurt she wore on her facial expression, as if he wasn’t acutely aware of the gravity and implication his words had.

She scowled at him and swiveled on her heel to leave.

“Wait, Marinette, that’s not what I meant-” He began to say, leaves crunching under his boots as he attempted to step forward. But, Marinette held out a hand to stop him in his tracks, daring a glance over her shoulder to stare him in the eyes.

“No, no, don’t bother. I understand perfectly what you meant, Agreste. No need to explain further.” The whole reason he stayed behind was not to keep her company while she waited for Alya, but simply to offer her a half-assed apology in hopes of compensating for the damage done to her feelings and socks.

God, I’m so stupid.

“I’m leaving.” The heroine spat, briskly walking away.

“No, wait-”

“Goodbye, Adrien.”

“I said stop, dammit, just hear me out!”

A strong hand encircled her wrist from behind, and Marinette wasted no time in reacting. With the agility of Ladybug, she wrenched free of his grasp, grabbing both his forearms in the process. Then, she spun around to his blindside while knocking her left calf into the backs of his kneecaps, shoving the rough material of his jacket sleeves in between the blades of his shoulders.

“Hey!” He grunted, losing his balance.

Adrien was on his knees in an instant, a scuffed character shoe pinning both of his heels down with the brute force of an agitated akuma. He may have been taller, and had more muscle built, but size and muscle did not equal strength.

And while Marinette may lack in size and muscle, strength was something she had in excess.

“What the-…what the fuck?! How did you…” Adrien floundered, a little more than disoriented from the last ten seconds.

“Touch me again and I’ll make that pretty face of yours taste dirt.” Marinette hissed uncharacteristically, her anger getting the better of her.

“Where did you even learn to…no that’s not important right now-”

She stared icily at the mess of blonde curls beneath her nose, lips working faster than her brain. “And next time Chloe sends you to do her bidding, at least had the decency not to say so, asshole-”

“Marinette!”

“What?!” His interruptions were getting on her nerves, and she was tempted to go through with the previous threat.

“Calm the hell down for a second and listen to me!” Adrien rushed to say, wiggling in her grip. It was almost comical to watch him struggle before the teen realized where they were and released him without saying otherwise.

“I already did.” She watched him pick himself off the ground, roughly swiping at the concrete bits that accumulated on the fabric of his no-doubt expensive jeans.

“Well, tough luck toots’, you get to listen again.” Adrien snapped, causing her to flinch. Presumably, he was probably not too happy with what transpired not even three minutes ago.

“Excuse me?” She gave him a look of warning, and he relented. The tense lines around his face relaxed, easing into a plain but attractive frown.

“What I meant was…well, what I said before…I didn’t mean to say that.” He faltered for a moment, and Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.

“Then what did you mean to say, Adrien?” Cobalt and emerald locked together for the umpteenth time that afternoon, both refusing to blink. Adrien pushed both of his hands into his jacket pockets, slouching into his hips as he leaned heavily on one leg. Is he nervous?

“I…I didn’t apologize because Chloe told me to…” He mumbled, quickly averting his eyes. “I did it because I wanted to and…I felt bad when I saw the look on your face when everyone laughed at you.”

Oh.

Marinette flashed back to that morning, recalling the embarrassment she felt as she stood on wobbly legs and continued on her way to their next class. Alya had stayed behind to grill Chloe and Sabrina for their cruel prank, probably curious as to why Marinette chose to say nothing in return for once.  

She cogitated over his response, clearly not ready for what he said next.

“I’m sorry, Marinette. I’ll make sure to talk to Chloe so she doesn’t do that again.” There was no stutter, no pause in-between words; this time, she could tell he meant it.

And best of all, Adrien Agreste was blushing.

“Thank you, Adrien.” Marinette smiled without meaning to, cheeks flush from what she was now sure was flattery.

She continued to smile at him, her mind a melting pot of thoughts.

His face was still tinted pink, and his expression was akin to that of embarrassment from her unexpected praise. He almost looked vulnerable, which was very much unlike the usual intimidating image he projected to those around him. To Marinette, his attire seemed wrong for the kind of attitude he was presenting at that moment. Not even his scruffy handsome-ness framed right on the outline of his jaw.

The Adrien Agreste that stood before her was not the same Adrien Agreste she saw a few minutes prior.

“What? ‘The fuck you lookin’ at me like that?” Adrien noticed her staring, and frowned childishly. Even his cursing sounded out of place.

“It’s nothing.” She replied, shaking her head. Her pig-tails bounced in place, but settled behind her shoulders once more. “I was just thinking that-”

The tell-tale vibration of Marinette’s phone caught both of their attention, and all at once the new Adrien ceased to exist.

Disappointment bloomed in her chest, but Marinette undid the clasp on her bag anyway, groping around in the pocket until she felt her phone. She was all too aware of the gaze Adrien pinned on her as she unlocked the screen and skimmed over the dozens of notifications.

Alya: hey girl sorry the meeting went on so long

Alya: juleka had taken so many good pictures for the newspaper that no one could agree on a cover photo

Alya: omw now;)

Marinette didn’t bother to reply, but instead looked up at Adrien apologetically.

“Is she coming now?” He asked, eyes unreadable.

Nodding, Marinette fidgeted with her phone.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she will be happy seeing you with me, so, uhm…” She felt awkward asking him to leave, but Alya would throw nothing less than a conniption fit if she saw Adrien standing so close to her, let alone casually chatting like they were old pals. Adrien, seeming to understand, nodded knowingly in return.

“I get it. I was supposed to meet with my agent earlier anyway, but father is used to my tardiness.” He smirked to himself, and Marinette could only wonder how private the joke was for him.

“It was, uhm, nice talking to you.” She supplied stiffly, inwardly cringing at her social ineptness. Adrien had already begun to back away; she watched him as he reached into his pants pocket to retrieve what she surmised to be the keys to his car.

“You too, darling’.” He chuckled at her reaction to the nickname, and the designer swore she saw some trace of a genuine smile in the midst of his teasing.

Before he melded into the chaos of the streets, Adrien called to her behind his shoulder.

“Next time we meet, you should tell me what you were thinking. I’m curious.” For once he didn’t speak with a rough dialect, and she immediately found his normal accent to be charming.

Marinette studied his leather-clad figure as it disappeared around the corner, a plethora of emotions stirring inside her heart. Without thinking, she sniffed the air for any trace of a familiar scent. His scent.

She stopped once she heard the school doors squeak open from above, satisfied in her discovery as she turned to greet Alya.

It still smelled of cigarettes and leather.

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¡Hola chicos! Vengo esta vez por una sugerencia, me gustaría un pb en el rango de edad de 19-25 años que reemplace a Maxence Danet-Fauvel, pensé en Paul Fontanier de los que vi por aquí pero no me terminó de convencer x.x Si tienen alguna sugerencia me encantaría poder leerla, que tenga esa aura como de misterio ya que el personaje es algo cerrado y termina catalogado como badboy, aunque en realidad no lo sea. Si pueden ayudarme, muchísimas gracias. ^^

Pues justo Paul nos parece muy buena opción para ser sinceros. Se me ocurre que quizás Maks Behr  te pueda dar el mismo tipo de “vibe” que Maxence. Finley Prentice es muy similar al estilo de Paul, por ejemplo. 

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