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Miraculous Quirk AU

Idk if someone has already done this but here we go!

So, I recently got into Boku no Hero Academia and I got to thinking, what if the Miraculous universe was set in the same one as Bnha?

So, those of us who watch Bnha know the drill, 80% of the population has superpowers, called “quirks.” The other 20% are “quirkless.” So here’s how it would play out in my brain.

Super duper long, oops, so under the cut!

Miraculous:

works pretty much the same way as canon

only doesn’t give you a suit the holder picks that themselves

they work similar to One For All does in Bnha

the power of the previous owner fuels the power of the miraculous and the previous user can still use the power, but a weakened version of it

Ladybug miraculous gives the holder the power to create things and heal

Black Cat miraculous gives the power to destroy things with a touch (at will)

And so on, pretty much like canon but with some modifications

Marinette

was born quirkless

when she was younger, kids (cough Chloe cough) would make fun of her for it

was insecure about it for a long time and then saw all of the ways that quirks could backfire and decided it wasn’t worth it and it no longer bothers her (much)

(seeing Chloe blind herself was funny tho, even if it was temporary)

still wants to be a fashion designer

wary of superheros because of all of that property damage and also some of them are lowkey sus.

parents still own a bakery

Sabine’s quirk is levitation. She can make items and people float with her mind but they have to be things she can physically lift (it’s okay tho cause she’s smol but strong). The drawback is that she gets really bad headaches and if she uses it too much or for too long, she can get a migraine.

Tom has a smaller, tamer version of pyrokinesis. He can’t make his entire body burst into flame but he can make certain parts, like his hands. He has a naturally high resistance to extreme weathers as his body heat is unusally high (hugs from him during the summer are bittersweet b/c he’s a great hugger but it’s too damn HOT DAD GET OFF-). The drawback is that he can’t control the temperature of the flame so if he’s not careful or if he uses his quirk for too long, it’ll burn him. His arms have many burn scars, rip.

back to Marinette

Decided the Hero Life wasn’t for her but still supports her friends who want to do it

Until she met the Lucky Hero, Tikki, her favorite

After plot happens, Tikki gives her the source of her “quirk”, the miraculous, and entrusts Marinette to carry on her legacy

Lots of angsty turmoil before she accepts the miraculous and decided to become a hero.

Chooses to be named the Ladybug, same as canon

Her hero costume would be the same as canon AT FIRST since her decision to go to a hero school was last minute af but then the suit will go through modifications to better suit her power needs and fashion needs

Got through the entrance exam after training with Tikki and because she’s badass shh

Doesn’t get a crush on Adrien until later once they’re already friends (or at all really idk yet)

Adrien

was the result of a quirk marriage

was the *failed result of a quirk marriage

Instead of inheriting both quirks of his parents, like intended, they combined and created a new one

His quirk is Charm. His body releases an invisible pheromone that makes him seem more attractive or trustworthy, sometimes both, depending on the person who smells it. This makes the “victim” more susceptible to his suggestions, but it’s not a total brainwash, unlike his father, so they can still easily fight it off if they wanted to. The drawbacks are that he can’t really stop it so he has to be constantly covered so that he doesn’t accidentally charm everyone. Also, after a while, people can build up tolerance to him and it won’t work as strongly on them.

Gabriel has Brainwash, which is often seen as a villain’s quirk. Everyone is thankful the he decided on fashion as a career and not villainy (oh those poor naive souls). If he looks into your eyes, you are put in his control and won’t be able to fight it unless he lets you go or if you receive a blunt impact to the head. The drawbacks are that he can’t control it so anyone who he makes eye contact with gets brainwashed unless there’s an obstacle in the way i.e.: glasses

Emilie’s quirk is sleep gas. Her skin cells naturally produce a gas that can put people in a coma-like state. The drawbacks are, again, can’t turn it off and the person has to be within range. She also has to be constantly covered.

Adrien wanted to be a hero at first to spite his father

Gabriel always hated heroes and saw them as a nuisance.

So Adrien basically said “fuck you, I’m going to be the best hero because I can”

And somehow convinced his dad to enroll him in College Francois Dupont, a local hero school

(he acutally just charmed him cause his dad isn’t around him enough to build up immunity to his quirk but shh)

He gets in through recommendations and is put in the hero course

This version of Adrien was still childhood friends with Chloe (who is immune to him) and a lot more distrustful of people, especially if they’re nice since he has no way of know if they’re genuinely a nice person or if they just fell prey to his quirk

rip the sunshine boy he has no friends except Chloe for the first few weeks of class

Becomes friends with Nino after they got paired up in a fight simulation

The slowly gets more comfortable around people and becomes more open to friendships

Doesn’t get the Black Cat Miraculous until much, much later when the Squad gets caught up in a fight with villains and the Unlucky Hero, Plagg (Tikki’s partner and husband) decides to entrust him with it

Impulsive chaotic gremlin that gets threatened to be put on a leash made by Marinette

Chloe

also the result of a quirk marriage, this one being successful

Her quirk is called Diamond. Her skin has an extra layer that acts very similarly to an actual diamond so she can reflect, refract, and disperse light. This layer can also harden at her will so that she can become a semi-indestructible prism. Her body’s reaction to light intensifies while in this state. The drawbacks are that while her body is hardened, she cannot move easily and her speed will be greatly reduced. Also, her skin is just very sparkly almost all of the time which makes it hard to hide from villains and to see when it’s sunny out. Usually wear large sunhats and sunglasses to try and reduce the shine

Her and Adrien bond by being products of a quirk marriage

also got in through recommendation and everyone thinks she bought her way in but actually tried very hard to earn her spot

is VERY protective over Adrien and will blind someone if they say anything she deems offensive

She and Marinette practically hate each other on a good day before they were forced to hang out since Adrien kept bringing Chloe along with him whenever the Squad would get into shenanigans

They developed a mutual agreement to be civil at one point and that slowly turned into friendship

Y’know the type of friends that insult each other and fight over every small thing but the second someone else tries to come for the other they won’t h e s i t a t e BITCH

yeah that’s them

anyways, I digress

Is surprisingly the sensible one of the group

“no you cannot run headfirst into the fight Adrien, these are actual villains and you can’t even pass a simulation without dumb luck.”

“I don’t care if your quirk can heal you Marinette, stop jumping off of rooftops and go down the stairs like a normal person!”

“Put it down, Nino.”

“Luka. No.”

you get the idea

she is Mom

Says she wants to be a hero because hero’s are cool and she’s cool so it just makes sense for her to be a hero

(actually though because she wanted to make her mother proud of her but you didn’t hear it from me)

Is lowkey really powerful and if she tried to use the full extent of her powers, she’d be a beast

but don’t tell her that, she’s already got a big head

Luka

is working towards becoming an underground hero

His quirk is sound amplification. He amplifies preexisting sound waves to what ever frequency is needed. Depending on the frequency, he can break through almost any object. The drawback is that sound waves can damage his hearing and can become temporarily deaf if he uses it too long or if he creates a frequency that’s too high for his body to handle. Has a chance of becoming permanently deaf if he overuses his quirk too many times

His suit comes with modifications to help with that so he should be fine he hopes

His guitar doubles as a weapon since he usually amplifies whatever chord he plays

Already has his provisional hero licence

is still really chill

is one of the first to figure out Marinette’s secret but is a good boi so he doesn’t tell

you’d think that being the oldest of the group he’d be the sensible one but nope

is accidentally the one that encourages shenanigans

Luka, innocently: Hey, did you know that the teachers don’t lock up the sim rooms?

Chloe: *Death glare*

Luka: *nervous confusion*

the one who encouraged Juleka to go for the hero course

Nino

Adrien’s best friend, just like canon

started out as general studies since he wasn’t sure if he was good enough to be a hero but a teacher saw his potential and was transferred into the hero course

His quirk is time reduction. He can slow time or even stop it completely if he concentrates very hard, allowing him to get one place to the next in literally no time at all. He used to think it was super speed because this but found out what it really was when he tried to save a cat from being run over and stopped time. He can also stop only certain objects in time but that takes up more energy. The drawback is that if he overuses his quirk he starts to speed up his own time in order to compensate for the time he’s losing so he becomes very tired and after “3 hours” of his own time passed he will pass out from exhaustion. Also, he can only manipulate the time within his quirk’s range which can go up to about the size of an american football field (160 feet/49) meters.

is super insecure of his quirk because he thinks it’s not as cool as everyone else’s

they make sure to let him know that that’s bs and he’s very cool

feeds off of Adiren’s chaotic energy during simulations

has been put in timeout by Chloe when this happens

will stop time to bask in the moment

gets emotional during this

there have been many times where the Squad is chilling and suddenly everyone just sees Nino sobbing

group hugs ensue

Adrien, probably: “Chloe get your shiny ass in the cuddle pile or so help me-!”

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I’ll make a part two since this is already so long, but that’s it for now! What do y’all think?

Part 2 is now up!

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupen chang #chloe bourgeois #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #luka couffaine #ml x bnha #ml au idea #ml au #quirk au #miraculous quirk au

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nandelin · 7 years

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Miraculous Fan Fiction

One Shot- Fluff

Disclaimer

Miraculous: The tails of Ladybug and Cat Noir are property of Zag Toons and Thomas Astuc. I have no legal right to any of these amazing characters. This writing is a way of dealing with the long wait for season two. I would draw pictures to ease the wait, but have not developed sufficient skill at drawing. If Mr. Zag or Mr. Astuc want me to remove this content, I will do so at any time. Any similarities between my writing and any future episodes are purely coincidental and happy accidents. If they happen read any of my stories and like it enough to want to incorporate any of it, they are, of course, free to do so. I expect no compensation or acknowledgement, although if they wanted to base an akumatized victim after me.... I wouldn’t say no.

Adrien Takes a Walk and Makes Some Bread

His breath forming a mist around his face, Adrien dug his hands into his pockets, and shrugged his shoulders against the chill. Street lights glowed dimly as he made his way down the deserted streets from shadow to shadow, shoes making no sound on the cobble stone. Quiet as a cat, he thought to himself with a slight smile He had only slept four hours that night. He never seemed to need more, bed by 11 and up by 3. He would usually study, or shoot some basketball, or read, or sometimes just stare at the ceiling, until Natalie came to tell him it was time to get ready for school. Now, he had options. Now, that he could transform into Chat Noir, Paris was open to him, he could and often did go vaulting over rooftops. The fun, however, was wearing a bit thin. Without Ladybug around it... it got lonely. I wonder what she is doing right now?

His hands in his pockets, he looked down at his feet, as he stepped carefully from cobble stone to cobble stone. Probably sleeping like a normal person. Even Plagg was fast asleep in his inner shirt pocket. He had not appreciated the early morning wake up calls, and had dived back into his hiding place, as soon as he could. It seemed like everyone in Paris was asleep, except for him.

“Adrien? is that you?”

Startled, Adrien looked up. Framed in the warm light of a doorway, stood Mr. Dupain. His hair and mustache dusted with flour, and the yeasty smell of bread and sweet scent of madeleine’s drifting around him in warm eddies, mixing with the chilly morning breeze. Adrien realized he had been following that smell for several blocks without being aware of it.

“Mr. Dupain? what are you doing here. I didn’t think anyone else would be awake this early.”

“I think that’s the question I should be asking you. Does your father know you’re out at this time of day? It’s so early, it’s still the middle of the night.”

“Please, don’t tell him. I couldn’t sleep and I needed to take a walk to clear my head.”

“Well, ok. I won’t mention it, but you should come inside. It’s cold out and you look like you could use a hot drink,” Mr. Dupain said, casting a critical eye over the shivery boy. “I’m not one to brag, but I make the best hot chocolate in all of Paris.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Adrien said gratefully, “Are you sure I won’t be in the way?”

“What? No, of course not,” Mr. Dupain said, “I’d appreciate the company. I don’t get many visitors this early in the day,” putting an arm around Adrien, he ushered him into the warm golden bakery. “You sit right there while I make you the best hot chocolate in all of Paris.” Mr. Dupain busied himself with a pan of milk and chunks of dark rich chocolate. Adrien perched on a stool, watching everything that Mr. Dupain was doing. It was fascinating how effortlessly he moved around his bakery. “You want to know the secret of the best hot chocolate in Paris, my boy?” He asked, as he expertly poured a small white cup to the brim with thick, dark, pudding like liquid.

“What?” Adrien asked.

Plucking a steaming hot croissant off the racks with a pair of tongs, Mr. Dupain placed it on a white china plate next to the small, steaming mug of chocolate. Handing it to Adrian, he said “dipping the best croissant, in all of Paris, into it.”

Adrien happily dipped the steaming croissant into the chocolate and eagerly began to eat. “This is amazing,” he said his mouth full, “It’s the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.” Chewing happily, Adrien felt a glow inside him, that begin to reflect the warm bakery glow all around him. “It’s so amazing,” he repeated, “I wish I could make something like this.”

“Croissants are a bit tricky, but I don’t see why you couldn’t learn,” Mr. Dupain said, “tell me, what baking experience have you had, my boy.”

Adrien smiled. “I’ve never even boiled an egg. We have a personal chef who does all the baking.”

“Well, boiling an egg is technically cooking, not baking, but I get you’re point,” Mr. Dupain said, “If you like, I can give you a few pointers. A man should always be able to make himself something to eat. He reached up into the racks of rising bread dough and brought one down. Picking up a large wooden bread board and sprinkling it liberally with flower, he upended the slightly sticky dough onto it. “Wash your hands at that sink over there and put this apron on.”

Soon Adrien was up to his elbows in warm yeasty dough. Punching it down, watching it deflate before he began kneading it over and over, “You’re good at that, my boy. It takes muscles and endurance to knead bread the way your doing, not every one can do it properly. You can use machines to do the kneading of course, but it’s never turns out quite as good. With your hands in the dough you can feel the bread, have a connection with it.”

A connection. Can I really feel a connection? Adrien though. He applied himself to the task, loosing himself in the work of kneading bread dough and shaping loaves. He didn’t notice when sunlight came streaming into the bakery windows, until a beam moved up to his face, making him blink. Glancing at the clock, Adrien realized it was almost six. Natalie would be coming soon to tell him it was time to get ready for school. “I’ve got to go. I don’t want my Dad to worry about me,” he said.

“Well, It was luck for me, you did wake up early today. I’ve had time to make some extra tarts this morning.” He handed Adrien one of the bakeries boxes embossed with the gold TS, “Take this for a snack, and feel free to drop in anytime you can’t sleep.”

Peaking in the box, Adrien was met with the warm sweet fragrance of apple galette.* “Thanks Mr. Dupain. I’ve had a really good time.” He said as he hung up his apron. “But do you mean it? Can I come back?”

“Of course my boy, of course. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. You have a natural talent, I can tell that already. Besides, I’ve heard a lot about you from Marinette. She thinks your something special, and I must say I agree with her.”

Adrien rubbed the back of his head, blushed and smiled. “Thanks, Mr. DuPain, Marinette’s pretty great too; and yes, I’d love to come back. Would tomorrow be too soon?”

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“Smell that?” Mr. Dupain said.

Adrien raised his nose and inhaled. The aroma of baguettes, croissants and brioche mingled with the rich aroma of madeleines, and chocolate chip cookies; and there, rising above them all was lemon. The citrusy fragrance rising high and clear, like a flute solo in an orchestra. “The lemon cake,” Adrien said excitedly.

“You’re nose is one of the most important tools when you’re baking,” Mr. Dupain said. He opened the oven and prodded the cake baking inside of it with a wooden skewer. “Perfect,” he announced, holding up the skewer so Adrien could see it, a few, fine crumbs clung to it.

With the oven open, the smell of lemon cake took center stage. “The timer still has 6 minutes left on it” Mr. Dupain said, as he pulled several cake pans out of the oven and placed them on a rack to cool, “but if we’d waited, the cakes would have been overdone.”

“Lemon cake was my mom’s favorite,” Adrien said a wistfully.

“Was it? Well, then you should take one home and share it with your father.” Mr. Dupain said kindly.

“Thank you Mr. Dupain, but I don’t see him very much, and we never eat together,” Adrien paused, “I wouldn’t want to waste it.”

Mr. Dupain watched Adrien for a moment and cleared his throat, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, how does your father feel about you coming here?” Mr. Dupain said, his warm brown eyes watching Adrien kindly. “Is he ok with you spending so much time here?”

“Oh, well,” Adrien said ducking his head slightly, “I guess I haven’t told him. I don’t think He’d let me come if I did.”

“No, why not?” Mr Dupain asked.

“You don’t know my father. He has strict ideas of what I should and shouldn’t do: if it’s not his idea, I shouldn't do it. He’s kind of stubborn like that.”

“I see, my boy, I see. Well, we’ll talk about this another time then,” Mr. Dupain patted Adrien on the shoulder.

“Yes sir.” Adrien said, relieved that Mr. Dupain had dropped the subject of his father, “Should I make the glaze for the cakes now?”

“Let’s wait on that. They need time to completely cool before we glaze them. For now, would you please make some macaroons. I have a last minute order, and I still need to finish the baguettes, before we open.

“Right away,” Adrien said smiling, macaroons were becoming a bit of a specialty for him and he loved making them.

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“Mr. Agreste will see you now,” Natalie said as she eyed the large man standing in the lavishly decorated foyer, he smells like butter and cinnamon, and chocolate chip cookies. How on earth did a baker get an audience with Mr. Agreste? she wondered, and on such short notice too. Mentally shrugging she turned on her heal and marched into the office, Mr. Dupain following.

“Thank you Natalie, you may go,” Gabriel Agreste said, standing tall and straight his hands clasped behind his back, gazing out of the window at Paris. Natalie left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Turning, Gabriel gave a small smile, “Thomas, it’s good to see you, please sit,” he said indicating a pair of matching white upholstered armchairs, “Its been a while,” he said. Gabriel took the other chair. “What can I do for you today?”

“Well, I suppose I came for a two reasons,” Thomas began, “first I’ve been meaning to come by for some time to express my condolences for your loss. This must be a very hard time for you and your son with your wife... missing.”

“Yes, it has been difficult, but Adrien and I are managing,” Gabriel said, slumping back into his seat very slightly.

“The other reason for my visit is actually about your son, Adrien.”

“Adrien? What about Adrian?” Gabriel sat up straighter in his seat.

“Well, I don’t know if you are aware, but he has been coming to my bakery from around four to six every morning for the past month and learning to bake. He mentioned that you didn’t know about it, and as a parent, I feel you need to know where your son is. I don’t like the idea of you finding him missing and worrying. Especially after....” Thomas let his words trail off.

“You were quite right to come to me. I will inform Adrien, that this will no longer continue. I am sorry for the bother it has caused you.”

“No, that’s not why I came. I don’t want Adrien to stop visiting the bakery. He has a real gift, a real love for it. He told me, that he has never baked before. He made these this morning. Please try one. I couldn’t have done better. Mr. Dupain held out one of his bakery’s pastry boxes.

Taking the box Gabriel looked inside at the row of perfectly formed Macaroons, then he looked back at Thomas, “You said Adrien made these?” He picked one up and examined it before he took a bite and chewed quietly, “They are quite good.” He was silent as he gazed into the distance. The silence stretched before he finally said. “I’d alway’s hoped Adrien would follow me into the design business.”

“I think we’d all like our children to follow in our footsteps: but sometimes they need to try out different things before they can decide what path they need to take,” Thomas told Gabriel kindly. He added with a slightly teasing tone, “I remember, you didn’t alway do what you’re father expected either. You were quite the rebel. Does it surprise you your son’s inherited a little bit of that?”

“I suppose not,” Gabriel said.

Pressing his advantage Thomas added, “If he continues to come to the bakery, you’ll know where he is. Who knows where he could end up next time. This way, you’ll have another person keeping an eye on him.”

Gabriel gave Thomas a withering look, the kind that sent assistants scrambling and made interviewers stumble over their words. Thomas looked back at him with wide eyes, and Gabriel noticed his mustache twitch. Gabriel’s composure cracked and he started laughing. “Fine, fine” he said, laughter still in his voice, “I’ll let Adrien continue visiting your bakery. I suppose there are worse things for him to want to do. Besides,” Gabriel added, “you’ll probably be a good influence on the boy.”

Glancing at the box that held the macaroons, Gabriel ran a finger over the gold embossed ‘TS.’ “I’m glad to see you’ve updated your design. Who did the work? It’s quite good.”

“My daughter did. She is turning into an amazing artist,” Mr. Dupain said proudly. She even designed the cover art on the new Jagged Stone album.”

“Did she now?” Mr. Agreste said, as he fingered the embossed pattern, “Your daughter, what is her name?”

“Marinette.”

“Is that the same Marinette who goes to school with Adrien?”

“Sure is.”

“I remember her,” he said. Pausing he murmured to himself, “the laboring hands of a hat maker.” After a few moments of thought, he turned, and pressed the button on an intercom, “Natalie, we require some tea. Have the chef send some up,” Turning back to his friend he began, “Thomas, I have a proposition for you, if you are amenable. Why don’t we talk about it over some tea and these tasty macaroons.”

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“Adrien, please come in here, I wish to talk to you,” Mr. Agreste called to his some as Adrien was leaving to go to school.

“Yes, father?” He peaked around the door way of his fathers atelier. Gabriel had his back to his soon, gazing at the painting of his wife.

Turning, Gabriel addressed his son, “I was visited by Thomas Dupain this morning and he informed me that you are sneaking away from the house early in the morning and working at the Dupain bakery.”

Adrien’s shoulders slumped, “Yes father.”

“I’m sure you understand, this has to stop.”

“Father!” Adrien began, looking up.

“My decision is final. You will no longer be going there” Mr. Agreste said. Adrien’s head dropped in defeat. “on school days,” his father added.

Adrien’s looked back up at his father in surprise.

“If you want to continue going to the bakery, you will do so only on weekends, and only as long as it doesn’t interfere with your other commitments.”

Adrien ran to his father, hugging him, “Thank you.”

Mr Agreste stroked his son’s hair, then stepped back. “You can thank Mr. Dupain, he convinced me that you deserved a chance to hone your skills in the culinary arts.” Picking a sealed white envelope off his desk, he handed it to Adrien, “ When you go there this Saturday, I require you to give this letter to Miss Marinette DuPain-Cheng.”

“Of course, father,” Adrien said. “What is it?”

“It only seems right that if if Mr. DuPain is going to gain such a promising assistant, that I should get one too, if Mrs. DuPain-Cheng is interested that is.”

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“Perfect timing my boy, I have here,” he brandished a small wicker basket filled with tiny red berries, “the first basket of fraises des bois* this season. We will have them for breakfast as a family to celebrate your first official day as my weekend apprentice.”

Running up to Mr. DuPain, Adrien threw his arms around him and squeezed, “How did you do it. How did you get my father to agree to let me keep coming here?”

Chuckling Mr. DuPain placed the basket of delicate fruit on the counter and enveloped Adrien in a warm hug that smelled like bread and burnt sugar and chocolate chip cookies, “Even your father won’t stand in the way of greatness, and your work here is on it’s way to greatness, my boy.” After a long moment, he stood up, pretending not to notice the tears in Adrien’s eyes. “Well, we have a lot to get done, so lets get started.”

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“Marinette, breakfast is ready, time to get up.” Mrs DuPain-Cheng called up the stairs.

“Coming Mama,” Yawning, Marinette descended the stairs that led from her bedroom into the kitchen, “Good Morning, Mama. Good Morning, Papa” she kissed each in turn. “Good Morning, Adrien,” she said rubbing her eyes. Taking a seat at the table she began reaching for a fresh Croissant, but paused mid motion. Something was different. Oh, I must still be sleeping. She thought, I’ve had these dreams before, were I’m getting ready in the morning, but I’m really not because I’m still dreaming. That must be it. There is no way Adrien would be sitting at my breakfast table. She glanced down to make sure she wasn’t naked. Pink pajama bottoms and white shirt in place. Good. It’s not one of THOES dreams. “

“Morning Marinette,” Adrien said brightly, “I hope you like the croissants. I made them myself,” he added.

“I’m sure they are amazing, just like you,” she loved dreams. You could say anything in a dream. Picking up the pastry, she pealed off a flaky section and absently put it in her mouth. It was warm and buttery with just a hint of sweetness. It was perfect. And.... It... was... REAL! Blinking she looked around. Her mom and dad were here and Adrien.... Adrien was really here. Adrien was really HERE! He looked a bit startled and was blushing slightly. Wait.... what did I say Amazing. I called him Amazing.... Adrien is here... sitting at my breakfast table... and I called him Amazing. “What, what, ah, Adrien what are... I mean why... I mean...” she put her face in her hands, “I don’t know what I mean.”

“Marinette,” her dad put his hand on Adrien’s shoulder, “I’d like to introduce you to my new apprentice. Adrien’s going to be helping me out on the weekends.”

“Isn’t it exciting?” her mom said.

“It sure is,” Marinette said, “but how? I mean why. I mean, what’s going on?”

As they ate breakfast, Adrien recounted the tale of his nighttime excursions and how he had been helping her father in the bakery, with her father adding details along the way.

“I was sure I mentioned that Adrien has been helping me,” her father said to her. Marinette gave him an exasperated look, “I didn’t? Are you sure. Well, it must have slipped my mind.”

“Oh... Marinette,” Adrien said, “before I forget; I have this letter for you,” Adrien handed Marinette a heavy velum envelope with her name written carefully and precisely on the front.

Distracted from strangling her father in the middle of the kitchen, She opened the envelope and began to read. “It’s an invitation to study design with you’re father,” she said, eye’s going wide.

Greetings Miss Dupain-Cheng,

I am offering you the opportunity to study design with me at my studio Saturday and Sunday mornings. If this is amenable to you, please arrive at my house this Saturday, at 8 O'clock sharp. Adrien will escort you.

Regards

Gabriel Agreste

“What does it say? Adrien asked. Marinette’s handed him the letter. “Wow, for my Dad, that’s positively wordy.”

“What time is it,” Glancing up at the clock, “Oh My Goodness, it’s 7:30. I’ve got to get ready!” She ran back up the stairs to her room.

At 10 minutes to eight, Adrien’s Body Guard showed up to drive them to the Agreste house. Her father and mother waved them off. “I have a feeling Marinette’s going to start getting up much earlier on the weekends from now on.” Mr. Dupain said putting his arm around his wife.

Snuggling into her husbands embrace she smiled as she waved at the departing black car, “They are made for each other.”

Author’s Notes:

I imagine Adrien is the kind of person who doesn’t need much sleep. My Grandmother was like that. (Four hours a night was all she ever needed. That lady got a lot done.) Adrien is so accomplished and so on top of his studies, plus his extra Chinese lessons and fencing not to mention his extra curricular kitty activities, and when it’s time for him to model; he’s good to go. He might just be one of those very luck people, who only need cat naps. (see what I did there?)

I got to thinking, He is so accomplished, he has all of these different things going for him, but he never gets to choose what he wants to do. His father makes him participate in different activities, and admittedly Adrien is seems to excel at what ever he puts his hand to, but wouldn’t it be interesting and not just a little bit convenient, if Adrien found his passion in baking. I feel like there would also be the appeal of him bonding with a warm father figure like Mr. Dupain. I really want to see more development in Adrien’s character.

I also loved the idea that Thomas Dupain and Gabriel Agreste would know each other, perhaps have even been good friends when they were in school. Children are often don’t realize their parents had lives before they were born.

Apple Gallette is kind of apple tart, with a thin crust and very thinly sliced apples that melt in your mouth.

Fraises des bois* is a variety of French strawberry. It’s only available for a short time and bruises easily, so they can’t be shipped for commercial purposes and the only way to have them, is to either grow them yourself, or to know a source who does. I’ve never tasted one, but I’ve read they taste very much like wild strawberries. Someday I shall go to France during the spring, when they are available and eat as many as I can.

Thank You for reading my story. If you have any questions or comment, I would love to hear them. I endeavor to edit my work, but there will probably be some mistakes. I play fast and loose with grammar; some is intentionally wrong, some is unintentionally wrong, and there are the occasional formatting errors. If something jumps out at you, let me know and I will correct it... Maybe. Any copying and pasting and passing this off as your work, is called plagiarism. Will I report you with out warning? Yes. Will I sue you? Probably not.

If my work inspires you to make art or re-imagine the idea, please share it with me. I’d love to see what you do, you amazing creative person you.

#miraculous

#miraculous ladybug

#adrien agreste

#mlfluffmonth

#miraculous fanfiction

#Adrienette

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Reaper76Week - Day 5 - Here Comes the Sun (G)

Title: Here Comes the Sun Pairing: Reaper76 Rating: General Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Alternate Universe - Police Summary:

Before he even has a moment to register what he's saying and put a stop to it, his mouth drops a bomb that takes the both of them by surprise.

“I can play guitar. If you're okay with it, I can fill in. I'm off Tuesday.”

Day 5 of Reaper76Week - “Over the Airwaves”

Also on AO3 here: Here Comes the Sun

Gabriel catches Jack looking utterly despondent one morning, brows furrowed and a very uncharacteristic frown on his face. He's staring at his phone, and whatever seems to have upset him must be serious, given how Jack doesn't even seem to notice he had a new customer.

“Why the long face?” Gabriel asks as he lets the door swing quiet shut behind him.

“Oh!” Jack gasps, visibly startled by Gabriel's sudden presence in the store. He hastily straightens up off from where he's leaning over the counter and tries to put on a smile. “Good Morning, Gabriel.”

It's only been a few months, but it's long enough to know the differences in Jack's expressions. Jack is giving him a fake, customer service smile, and that doesn't sit well at all with him. Gabriel frowns.

“Did something happen?” he asks again. Daily routine moves his body to fetch a set of tongs and a tray, and Gabriel catches himself unconsciously browsing the shelves for his breakfast as he continues to talk with Jack.

“You could say that, yeah,” Jack sighs. The fake smile drops off his face and he looks down at his phone with a gloomy expression on his face before putting it away. He finishes organizing the tray of macarons that had previously sat temporarily forgotten in front of him and sets it in its proper place inside the refrigerated display case.

“Wanna tell me about it?” Gabriel goes with a western omelette breakfast quiche — which he convinced Jack to start making after being scolded for choosing a croissant for 4 days in a row just to spite Jack after he realized Jack was intentionally hiding his favorite sour cream and chives scones from him — this morning, and hands the tray and tongs over.

Jack shrugs noncommittally at first, as he pops the quiche into the small toaster oven beside the coffee machine, and it's only after he gets Gabriel's coffee that he actually answers.

“So you know how I have Family Fundays now?”

Gabriel nods, eyes briefly glancing over to the corner of the bakery near the cafe area where a low stage is located — made significantly less conspicuous by the standing baskets of baguettes and other easily-moved displays of baked goods — and recalling the chalkboard sign outside advertising story hours and other family-friendly entertainment on Tuesday nights at the bakery.

“Well, I originally had my buddy Lúcio scheduled to come in and do a puppet show, but-” Jack began, taking the now-warmed and toasted quiche from the oven.

“Wait, the Lúcio? That really famous DJ?” Gabriel’s eyebrows shot up. The implication that Jack knows someone so famous — and had him do something so local and small, to boot — surprised him so much he had to stop and recount his coins before handing it over to Jack.

“Yeah, that Lúcio. He and I have been friends for almost 10 years now. We met on the internet,” Jack replied, tone nonchalant as if he were talking about something so mundane as the weather. “Anyway, he said he was gonna be in town Tuesday, offered to come visit me and do a puppet show for the kids. But something came up so now he can't make it, and I don't have anything lined up to replace him.”

A dispirited sigh falls from Jack's lips as he hands Gabriel back his change in bills and slides the tray of coffee, quiche, and the scone he didn't order but knows better than to protest about. And damn if the sadness on Jack's face didn't tug at Gabriel's heartstrings.

Before he even has a moment to register what he's saying and put a stop to it, his mouth drops a bomb that takes the both of them by surprise.

“I can play guitar. If you're okay with it, I can fill in. I'm off Tuesday.”

“Really?!” The way Jack's face lights up immediately drives the nail into the proverbial coffin. Even if there had been a chance for Gabriel to take his words back, there was no possible way on earth for him to do it now. He couldn't bear to make Jack upset again.

“Yeah, I mean, I'm a little rusty, but so long as you don't ask me to play something too difficult or something like Wonderwall , it should be okay.”

“Oh man, that'd be great! You're a lifesaver, Gabriel! Thank you so much!” Jack's smile beams so brightly that Gabriel can feel his insides melting from how warm he feels.

“Yeah, no problem,” he replies coolly.

Except, there is a problem. Two problems. Two very big problems that come to mind the second he sits down in the cafe area. He tries not to scream when he bites into the quiche — partially from the realization, and partially from his own stupidity at not letting the very very hot pastry cool down a little first.

“Jesse, I'm gonna need my guitar back,” Gabriel says as he approaches Jesse’s desk.

“Huh?” Jesse looks up at him as if he'd grown two heads. “Boss, you sold it to me, remember? ‘Less you plan on giving my money back…”

“Okay, let me rephrase,” Gabriel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Will you let me borrow my- your guitar? I need for about a week and I'll give it right back.”

Still looking at him with a raised eyebrow, Jesse replies, “Yeah, sure. I'll bring it in tomorrow.”

“Thanks. I owe you,” Gabriel replies. He tries to get away before Jesse decides to ask any questions, but only makes it two steps before Jesse speaks up again.

“Whacha needin’ it for anyway? Planning on serenading someone with it?” he laughs.

Gabriel frowns. “No. Jack's act for Tuesday night bailed on him, and I offered to help him out.”

"By playing guitar?” There's a beat of silence before the confused expression on Jesse's face changes to one of revelation. “Jack, as in the bakery owner, Jack? Boy howdy, boss, you really are planning on serenading him! How romanti-”

Before Jesse even has a chance to finish that word, Gabriel lifts the hat off of Jesse's head and jams it into his face. “I'm not serenading anyone. I'm just helping him out of a tight spot. Got it?”

Jesse nods his head in affirmation from beneath the hat, giving a thumbs up and a muffled, “Gotcha, boss.”

With that taken care of, Gabriel goes to Ana's office, taking a deep breath before stepping inside.

“Ana, I need Tuesday off,” Gabriel says, clasping his together in a way that can't be misinterpreted as anything but begging, “I'll take traffic duty for a week and babysit Fareeha for a weekend if you let me have it off. Please .”

Ana raises an eyebrow, clearly curious as to why Gabriel would make such a sudden request. Rather than ask, however, she merely replies with, “Make it two weekends and you've got Tuesday off.”

“Yes! Thank you!” Gabriel fights the urge to pump his fist happily as he walks back out of the office.

He later realizes, when he looks at the calendar stuck to the front of his fridge at home, why exactly it was so easy to get Ana agree to let him have the day off.

...he was already scheduled to have off that day. He hadn't been lying when he told Jack he had the day off, but self-doubt and his own paranoia had landed him with traffic duty and two weekends of babysitting.

Oh well.

Sure enough, Jesse makes good on his word, and Gabriel spends the next several days practicing on his old acoustic guitar to prepare and reacquaint himself with the hobby he had dedicated so many years of his teenage life to.

The notes, the chords, hand positions and movements come back to him just as naturally as a duck takes to swimming. When he sits down in the chair on the tiny stage inside of Jack's Bakery, he finds his nerves as steady and as calm as ever. Countless eyes and smiling faces look up at him, waiting eagerly for his song to start, but only one pair of stormy blues really matter to Gabriel.

Briefly, he locks gazes with Jack, who’s watching him from behind the counter, smiling fondly at him, and he feels his heart skip a beat at the brief moment of eye contact. Jack gives an encouraging nod at him, and Gabriel takes a deep breath before smiling back at the children's faces in the front row and strums his first note.

“ Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter… ” he begins to sing.

For the next few hours, Gabriel sings a mix of oldies but goodies, and some of the newer songs that the children were familiar with and could sing along to. Inwardly, he thanked Fareeha for indirectly enlightening him on current music, as the smiles on the numerous faces in the bakery brought a happiness and excitement he hadn't felt in years since he stopped playing the guitar.

Occasionally, movement will catch the corner of his eye and he spots Jack going about his business in the bakery. Sometimes Jack moves to the beat of the music, sometimes he dances along with an over-excited child whose parents are too immersed in Gabriel’s song to help expend the extra energy, and sometimes — the thing Gabriel loves seeing him do the most — Jack will quietly sing along when he thinks everyone is too busy watching Gabriel to notice.

But Gabriel notices, perhaps a bit too much, and each and every time he spots Jack around the store, he feels the rhythm of his heart stutter just a little bit faster.

Gabriel's performance ends around 8 o’clock, when the families all start heading home for bedtime. Some of them stop by on their way out to chat and thank Gabriel for his wonderful performance, others express their gratitude for the things Gabriel has helped them with while on-duty. Nevertheless, the smiles on their faces speak well enough about Gabriel's performance that he almost feels like picking up the guitar again.

“That was really wonderful,” Jack comments as he tosses away a few lingering bits of trash from the floor and flips the sign on the door from Open to Closed. “Thank you again for helping me out, I really appreciate it.”

The warm smile on Jack's face sparks a heat in the tips of Gabriel's ears and he tries to keep his voice as level as possible when he replies with, “Ah, it was nothing. I had fun and I'm glad I could help.” He slings the guitar to his back and out of the way so he can help rearrange the chairs to how they should look, but only manages to orient two before Jack stops him.

“No, I really do mean it. Thank you ,” he smiles as he fetches something from behind the register and walks back over to Gabriel. “Here, as thanks.”

Gabriel can already tell from sight alone what it is Jack plans on giving him, and he immediately holds up a hand to refuse the envelope and the check inside it. “Nope. You don't need to thank me. Seriously ,” he he repeats, “I was happy to do it.”

“But I need to pay you back somehow. You did me a favor, and it wouldn't feel right paying you with stuff I sometimes give you for free anyway,” Jack protests, frowning.

“You don't have to pay me back anything, Jack.”

“But-!”

Knowing Jack isn't likely to give up, Gabriel thinks for a moment before he comes up with a solution.

“Okay, fine. I know how you can pay me back,” he says, smirking.

“How?”

‘ By going on a date with me ,’ his heart wants him to say.

“Sing along with me next time.”

#reaper76week #reaper76 #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #jive writes stuff #day 5 #i'm currently doing the days out of order because i'm struggling with my adhd to get my fics finished in the right order

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