After the events of Gang of Secrets, Ladybug resolves to have a heard-to-heart with Chat Noir. She knows she can't reveal her identity to him, and he deserves to know why.
Words: 1220, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30854108
kids kids kids
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When will they release new content from Miraculous Ladybug
Can someone explain to me why they are not releasing new episodes of Miraculous Ladybug anymore??? I really want Adrien to discover that Marinette is Ladybug.
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Not to be salted on Mari but she's a bit of hypocrite in the GoS episode. In Ikari Gozen she told Kagami she couldn't have the miraculous anymore because hm know her identity and we know in heart hunter she choose Kagami not because she need her specifically but because she let her emotion cloud her judgement. I hope this won't end up like Chloe case again as in she gives hope to Alya to become heroes again and told her that she can't after its too late
Ok yeah, it was in the back of my mind that it was kind of weird how she was giving Alya her Miraculous back, with her (justified, considering Miraculer) insistence on not giving Miraculous out to someone whose identity is outed unless she seriously has no choice.
Which I mean... in this specific instance it was pretty safe. Hawkmoth wouldn’t have been expecting Ladybug to give a Miraculous to an akuma, after all.
Ladybug being able to access Miraculous directly also helps, since she doesn’t have to run out to get a Miraculous and Hawkmoth would have a harder time predicting when she’s gonna pull out a Miraculous for someone else to use.
I doubt she’ll use Rena Rouge as much as she used to, but I don’t think she has to worry as much about using previously outed wielders when she can just pull a Miraculous out of her yo-yo.
In any case, I doubt it’d ever be like with Chloe. Alya may ALSO absolutely love being a superhero, but she’s also understanding of reasons why she might not get to be. She might be disappointed if told she can’t be Rena Rouge anymore because of he identity thing, but I don’t think she’d do anything reckless because of it. ESPECIALLY knowing that Ladybug is her best friend, she wouldn’t do that to Marinette.
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Season 4 of Miraculous begins
Me: ah, I see all your spoilers and attempts to remove the Lukanette shippers.
Me: I shall close my eyes and hence forth ignore such blasphemous designs and carry on in my own world of make be(right) [formerly known as beLIEve]
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Whispers of the Heart
whispers of the heart
and you might just hear
the whispers of my heart
the sound of your name
Words: 320, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Additional Tags: Dialogue Heavy, Idiots in Love, Drabble Collection, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Oblivious Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir and Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Hot Mess Adrien Agreste, marinette confesses to adrien, Short Chapters, loosely connected drabbles, more tags will be added
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30851297
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Ml writters: Okay, so our target audience are little kids, so let's destroy their childhood by implanting a bunch of nonsense inside their heads!
Me: WHAT THE FUCK?!
You honestly think anyone is going to view this shit?!
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luka with a gf that’s literally a heather with a jealous marinette
Shut Up Heather! [Luka]
A/n: Heathers and Mean Girls are some of my favorite movies to watch when I'm sad. I'm making a support group to protect Luka from being a rebound. People are welcomed to join. ʕ´• ᴥ •`ʔ
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
Luka's crush on you wasn't a secret.
"How about a date?" Luka asked you when he first met you.
"The only place different social types can genuinely get along with each other is in heaven." You told him before fixing your hair, "Ask me again in a few months skater boy, maybe I'll say yes..."
Luka was a puppy, he was always behind you no matter how sarcastic you were.
"Looks like guitar boy is coming your way!" Chloe would tease you, she didn't have anything against Luka but she enjoyed that there was someone out there that tried his best for you.
"Lunch together?" Luka asked, much like he did every day.
"Sure, but only if you play that one song I like..." You responded, not failing to miss the little fist bump Luka did in the air.
Then he tried to get over you when he started to date Marinette.
"How long do you think they'll last?" Chloe asks you, she was worried that you were quieter ever since you heard the news.
"Dunno, hope she doesn't break his heart. He's too good to be second best." You answer the blonde girl who nodded.
Luka did try to keep you out of his mind, but somehow his thoughts always wandered towards you.
It didn't help that he didn't have someone who would understand his music. Marinette was great but she was too secretive and hid her emotions.
"Congrats on dating the girl scout cookie!" You told the two of them as you walked with Chloe.
"She's so annoying, she's worse than Chloe!" Marinette glares at you, though her anger falls on deaf ears.
Luka was already by your side talking to you, from an outsider's view, it looked like you were the girlfriend.
When he came back to Marinette, he was talking about a funny joke you told her.
"All she has in her brain is teen vogue and stupid plastic!" Marinette spoke out loud, earning a displeased look from Luka.
"She may seem cold on the outside, but Y/n is a loyal person."
When Luka was dumped, he was mildly surprised when you didn't tease him.
"Want me to cut holes on her pants or beat her the upcoming mathletes?" You told Luka, it was the first time you approached him and it made an impact on him. "She's missing out on a great guy..."
'If I'm such a great guy, why won't you go out with me?' The thought ran through his head was you patted his back to comfort him.
"Well, her loss. To be honest, you're too good for her."
Of course, it was your honesty that got Luka away from his insecure thoughts.
"Go out with me," Luka's confession made you nearly drop your shopping bags.
"Yo-you sure? I'm considered a mega-bitch?" You asked Luka.
"You're more than that, you're honest, loyal, funny, fashionable..." Luka began to list your qualities.
Were it not for the fact you in a public space, you would've peppered his face with kisses.
You did kiss him when the two of you returned to his room. That's all the confirmation he needed.
Marinette somehow got wind of you dating Luka. Chloe made it a point to throw shade when she was close enough to hear.
“Did you have an awesome time? Did you drink awesome shooters, listen to awesome music, and then just sit around and soak up each other’s awesomeness?” Chloe asked you and Luka.
Marinette was furious! Luka was happier with you than he was with her.
"We had fun, want to go with us to the concert next time?" You asked Chloe.
"Nope! Unlike some, I know when I'm not a good fit..."
Marinette truly detests you and Chloe.
"News flash, I'm the mega-bitch. So you better move it before I make you into pastry dust." You told Marinette after her many times to make you look bad in front of Luka.
Luka overheard, he always told you that Marinette was not fond of you. Yet he admired how you didn't pay attention to her rude comments and instead focused on being you.
"A mega-bitch like you is not someone Luka needs!" Marinette protested.
"Wouldn't you like for it to be the case, bread girl? Unlike you, I didn't treat Luka like a rebound." Shifting your gaze to the bluenette you continued to chide her actions. "Luka is an amazing person, he's not some toy for you to use and throw away." You waved her off and made your way to find Luka.
To your surprise, Luka held you in a tight hug.
"I love you, you don't have to compete for my heart." You told him.
"Love you to the moon and back." Luka smiled as he kissed your lips.
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Burned Beginnings, Chapter 3
7. Homemade Gifts
Marinette prided herself in not caring about the looks of others. After all, beauty meant nothing if their heart was trash. They’d always just be a pig in lipstick.
Unfortunately, if they did have a good heart, Marinette discovered that she did care for their looks a little more than she would have cared to admit. Particularly when it came to a former model turned baker.
Which was why, much to her chagrin, she’d ended up losing the bet.
It was just a pair of glasses. A simple, functional accessory. However, with the frame he had, ones that held a dark green hue that accented his eyes and were square in form—somehow, a perfect match for his angular face—she couldn’t help but to have stared a bit.
By the time she caught herself, Adrien was already grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
She hoped beyond all hope her cheeks hadn’t colored, or at the very least, Adrien hadn’t caught it.
And now, she was having to bite the bullet and watch an anime of his choosing. Honestly, it wasn’t a bad loss.
Depending on what he chose…
Oh, please don’t be anything stupid.
Marinette finished her work, then clocked out, hurrying to go shower quickly before Adrien came over. Not that Adrien hadn’t seen her covered in flour and looking like a hot mess already, but she’d rather be clean and comfy if she was going to have to suffer through her punishment for losing the bet. They had planned to meet at her house for the viewing. Adrien would bring over his computer and cables to hook it up to their tv so that he could easily access his anime accounts. He said it would be a piece of cake.
She threw on a comfy t-shirt and lounge pants, then she dried her hair. Once that was done, she went downstairs to begin preparing the dinner she’d prepped earlier that day.
Halfway through, a knock sounded on the door, signaling Adrien’s arrival. She answered, only for her gaze to fall to the box in his hands. “What’s that?”
One of his hands reached up to rub the back of his neck. “I wanted to bring some homemade food since I knew you’d be working all day. And I need to practice my cooking skills, anyway.”
She smiled, taking the offered gift. “Thanks, but I actually started making something thinking that it was the least I could do since you were bringing everything over.”
Adrien looked surprised for a moment before he chuckled. “We should have planned that better.”
“Oh well. Left overs for days, right?” she said with a shrug, stepping aside to let him in.
“That’s one way to look at it.”
“Can I ask a question?”
“I don’t know? Can you?”
Adrien looked up from his computer screen to shoot a grinning Marinette a flat look. This was the fourth time he’d come over so they could continue the anime he’d chosen. He had known from Mr. Dupain that he and his daughter both loved video games, and henceforth, he’d chosen accordingly in hopes to get Marinette hooked.
He knew he’d succeeded when they binged the first four episodes the first day. He’d then hung it over her head that “why would he come back again? He’d won the bet, and she’d paid her price, so for what reason did he have to come over again?”
He had had fun teasing her, because her huffy, unamused expression was too darn endearing.
“Look,” she’d said. “I just need to know what happens to Princess Bitch.”
He’d snorted, trying and failing to withhold his laugh. “You don’t get to call her that yet.”
“Why not? You don’t get to pull that level of manipulative bullshit, ruining the other person’s life like that, and not be dubbed with the title ‘Princess Bitch’.”
“So…” he drawled out, teasingly. “Are you saying you care about this anime?”
She’d fallen silent, and he couldn’t help but to laugh once more.
In the end, after more teasing on his part, he’d caved and said he’d come over again so they could finish it out.
Hence why he was here now.
“Haha, funny,” Adrien deadpanned, turning back to his screen.
“Okay, okay. I’ll be nice,” she said a little too sweetly, placing two plates of food on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch. “What’s on your mind?”
He took a second to log into his account before turning back to her. “I don’t know if this is overstepping, but… are you happy working at your parents’ bakery?”
Marinette froze, and for a moment, Adrien grew worried.
Thankfully, she seemed to take it well, although it was clear she was confused. “What brought that on?”
Adrien shrugged, looking at his screen again to select their anime of choice. “I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I feel like we’re close enough to be friends. Right?”
Marinette didn’t hesitate to nod. “Yeah, I would consider you one.”
Adrien pushed aside the very happy feeling that blossomed in his chest. “I guess I’m just… curious… about you… as a friend, of course.”
“No, I get it,” she assured. “Now that you mention it, I guess I could say the same for you.”
Adrien felt extra warm now. “So, do I get an answer to my question?”
Marinette paused, her expression falling as she bit her lip. “Only if you promise to keep it secret from my parents.”
“Yeah, totally,” he promised, smile falling from his face. “Cat’s honor.”
Marinette sighed. “I… I am happy,” she said. “Really. It’s not an issue of me being happy here. But running my parents’ bakery wasn’t my dream, you know?”
With the episode loading, Adrien decided to take a seat next to Marinette. “What was your dream?”
“I wanted to be a fashion designer.”
That came as a surprise to Adrien. “Really? What stopped you?”
Somehow… that answer shouldn’t have surprised him. “Chloe?”
“She got her mom to block me from going to any fashion or design school.”
“Shhh!” Marinette shushed, finger over his lips. “Not so loud.”
Adrien felt his face heat at her touch. “Er…sorry.”
She then took her finger away, and Adrien tried not to think about why he was disappointed. “Chloe did that?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper. “How? And how’d you know?”
“Um…” She suddenly turned sheepish, and that spitfire edge he’d come to love diminished a bit. It made her look younger and sweeter. He didn’t mind that change. “Well, due to the methods used to acquire such information, I must refrain from answering that. Just know I trust my source and the information that was found.”
Adrien sighed. Honestly, even if he wanted to come to Chloe’s defense, he couldn’t. She ran in a pretty elite crowd and had some powerful connections. If she wanted to block someone from entering a fashion school, she could. And since Adrien knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t be above such tricks, Adrien accepted Marinette’s word as truth.
Besides, he knew Marinette well enough by now to know she hated liars. He doubted she’d lie about this.
“So, have you thought about applying outside the country?”
“Yeah,” she answered. “I just… didn’t. It felt too overwhelming.”
“So, what about skipping the education entirely? Find a niche and start your own business taking commissions or what not?”
Marinette paused, her eyes glazing over a moment as she thought. “I… it’s an idea that’s come up before.”
“So, what’s stopping you?” Adrien asked. “Even if you got an education later, you’d at least have a reputation you’re building up now.”
Again, Marinette was silent. “You know…” she began, her tone softer and more earnest than he’d ever heard before. It felt raw. Open. And that did something to his heart.
Protect her. The words popped up in his head, and his heart clenched onto them before he could even realize it. But all he could do at the moment was listen. So he would.
“I decided I’d step back and do a lot of thinking.”
She sighed. “It’s easy to say ‘I love fashion so I want to be a designer’. It’s easy to have those dreams. It’s easy to think that your hobby can become your profession. But the easy stuff isn’t all the fashion world consists of. It’s a competitive world filled with both nice people and people like Audrey Bourgeois. It’s filled with more than fashion, and when faced with the reality that I’d been barred from fashion college because one person in the industry had that much power, I had to do some reflecting. If I accept fashion as my career, I get to step foot into that world. And I had to face the question of ‘am I ready and willing to accept that?’”
When Marinette came to a pause, Adrien stopped to think of his response. “Honestly, as someone who comes from that world, I completely understand your feelings. I’ve seen the good, and I’ve seen the bad. I’ve watched people succeed and climb the latter, and I’ve watched people crash and burn. And I think there’s such a fine line between the two.”
“See, that just feels validating,” Marinette said, small smile on her face. “I understand that that is basically every job field. I understand some are better than others. But with what I’ve seen from the fashion world… I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m as adamant about it as I was when I was in high school.”
Adrien sighed. “I don’t understand what it’s like to have a passion,” he admitted. “I’ve never had one, so this might not mean anything coming from me, but I think… it would be better to keep your passion a hobby… if the profession will burn you out. Because then you’re not just loosing your profession, but the hobby meant to bring you joy.”
Marinette was silent for a minute, and Adrien thought he’d said something wrong. But that tension in his chest eased hen a small smile crept up on her lips. “That’s good advice,” she finally said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Adrien reached out to pat her shoulder, surprising her a moment. When she turned to him, eyes wide and clear once again, he gave her a smile. “I’ll be rooting for you. And if there’s anything I can help you with, I’d be happy to assist.”
Slowly, her small smile grew. “Thanks,” she said, her voice surprisingly sweet. But she soon turned away, and Adrien pulled his hand back. “So, um… fair’s fair,” she started up again. “Are you happy working here?”
Adrien didn’t hesitate to nod. “Honestly, it’s hard work, but it’s something that I chose, for once. This is something I myself am doing. I don’t want to say the novelty of doing this hasn’t worn off yet, but it feels… worthwhile.”
Marinette nodded. “Have you considered other paths or what you want to do for the future? Or do you see this being long term?”
Adrien shrugged. “I don’t know, yet,” he said. “Honestly, this whole ‘I’m my own person and on my own’ thing still hasn’t fully caught up to me yet. I feel like I’m still playing pretend. It’s… weird.” He turned back to her, forcing a smile. “Hazard of growing up super sheltered, I guess.”
Marinette hummed. “Well, I think you know Papa will love having you around as long as you plan to stay.”
He smiled, a genuine grin this time. “Yeah, I know. And you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you mind having Asshole Agreste around?”
Her expression changed from shock to irritation. “Are you really gonna dredge up that old nickname? No, wait!” Her brow furrowed in a mix of anger and confusion. “Where did you even hear that? I never called you that here!”
He grinned a little wider than he’d thought he would. “Chloe.”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“You know I don’t think of you like that anymore, right?”
He couldn’t help teasing her a bit more. “I don’t know. Do I?”
Marinette glowered at him, and he burst into laughter again.
With a growl, she turned away, crossing her arms with a huff. “Just turn on the anime again. I need to see Princess Bitch get her comeuppance.”
Adrien laughed. “We’re only on episode fourteen. You still don’t get to call her that yet.”
“Why?” she cried. “What’s gonna happen in the next few episodes that changes? Does she get worse? And if so, how? She’s already about as low as she can go. Like, almost past Chloe-level.”
He shook his head. “Nevermind. Just wait and see.”
9. Baking Lessons
Marinette felt like she was up to her ears in information.
After her talk with Adrien, she decided that she should do her research on the fashion industry as much as she could. But she also knew to take everything with a grain of salt. Only once she felt prepared enough would she make a decision on her future.
On one hand, it was satisfying to pick up her dreams again, dust them off, and put plans to them. On the other, it was overwhelming, and more did once did Adrien’s warning of “don’t burn out your passion” cross her mind.
It was well into the afternoon that she realized a break might be in order and food would be beneficial.
She headed down into kitchen, only to startle at the unfamiliar face there.
“Um… what are you doing in my house?”
Adrien glanced over his shoulder to look at her, then shot her a smile. “Your parents asked me to. They each had their break and said you hadn’t been down all day. So now it’s my turn for a break, and they asked if I’d take a minute to make sure you ate.”
Marinette looked at the sandwich on the plate he extended towards her. After staring at it a moment, she realized she should take it. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Busy?”
“Yeah. I… kinda forgot the last time I was so engrossed in something that I forgot to eat like this.”
“Yeah. Um… I decided to dig into researching the fashion industry.”
Adrien turned back around, glancing at her with surprise. “Oh? How’s it going?”
Marinette’s lips pursed in thought. “Up and down. Every other article seems to pull me the opposite direction.”
“Fair,” he said with a nod. “Which way are you leaning now?”
“The ‘This is bullshit. Why do I want to be in this hellish industry?’ direction.”
A lopsided grin flashed across Adrien’s face. “I feel that on a personal level.”
“I’m sure you do,” she muttered, walking over to the table to have a seat. “But enough of me griping. You? Have you thought of your future at all since our talk?”
He grabbed a paper bag on the counter, pulling out a tupperware container with a sandwich of his own inside. “Not really.”
“Not really?” she probed, pointing at the seat directly across from her.
He took the hint and took a seat. “I haven’t given much thought to anything beyond the baking lessons your father has been giving me. I mean, maybe one day I’ll go to school for something, but I’ve really decided to give myself a full year of this before committing to anything. Let me learn how to be an adult on my own first before I move forward, you know? It’s easier to start running when your feet are solidly under you.”
“Understandable,” Marinette said. “But just so you know, I’m going to hold you to that, now.”
“Yup. I’d like you to know you have six months, three weeks, and five days remaining before you have to make a decision.”
Adrien froze, sandwich halfway to his mouth.
Marinette couldn’t help but giggle.
“Is that a legit number or one you just threw out.”
“I don’t know. What do you think?”
“I think that when it comes to you, I don’t always know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
She giggled, feeling a little too giddy for her liking. She played it off with a wink. “Got to keep you on your toes somehow.”
Adrien scoffed. “Don’t worry about that,” he dismissed with a charming smile that she hated to admit could knock her off her feet if she were standing. “You already do.”
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Gang of Secrets discourse!
The downside of actually searching tumblr for posts about miraculous is that all the salters I don’t follow because I don’t enjoy their salt will be right there.
Anyway, one thing that pops up in mini fics (usually in a good way) and in some salt posts (usually in a way that I don’t personally enjoy) is the idea that Chat Noir will be upset when he finds out Ladybug told someone else who she was and not him, and on the salt side, that this development is in fact unacceptable.
I can see Chat being initially miffed. I don’t know that it would last very long, because I think he would understand pretty quick why it happened. Chat Blanc is probably a factor, and LB could let him know she’s had to save the future once by avoiding his finding out without going into details, and that makes a great scene and truth be told I love that scenario.
Canon wise though, I think there is an even more compelling reason. I’m sure there’s salt out there on Alya bullying it out of her because there’s salt out there that will turn anything Alya does in something bad. But I don’t feel she did. She made sure Marinette knew she could tell her anything she wanted and they would still be friend, and reassured her. It was a compassionate and loving conversation throughout.
The reason Marinette told Alya is simply that telling Chat Noir would have done her no good whatsoever. It’s not when she’s Ladybug that she has to lie. It’s not when she’s Ladybug that she can’t manage all her conflicting responsibilities. She literally goes through the episode wanting to spend as much time as Ladybug as possible, and not because she genuinely thinks it’s necessary: she's simply avoiding her life as Marinette because it's become too much to handle both and it's as Marinette that she's suffering the consequences, even though it's mostly due to Ladybug.
Basically, it's not when she's Ladybug that she desperately needs someone she can talk to. It's when she's Marinette. And she has no reason to believe Chat Noir would be available to her much outside of costume - we know he would, but she has no idea.
Marinette ended up telling Alya because Marinette needed support while being Marinette. Cat Noir is someone who's there when she's Ladybug. It wasn't who she needed.
There's also the spur of the moment aspect that can't be neglected. This was not Marinette making a well thought out rational decision that weighed in all the pros and cons of everyone in her life. This was Marinette cracking, drowning a bit more each waking moment and finally grabbing a lifeline offered by one of the people in her life she trusts the most.
There's a good chance she'll have moments where she regrets it - not because she doesn't trust Alya but because she's making her share the load and possibly putting her in danger, and because of her continuing conviction that the best kept secrets are the ones that aren't shared at all. Hopefully she'll have more moments where she definitely does not regret it and Alya can really help support her, and she'll come to realize it was the right option, as much as it went against her resolutions to carry it all herself and keep everyone safely ignorant for their safety as well as hers.
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if were lucky with that 5 years - three more seasons were confirmed (plus 2 movies)
That announcement is exactly what's causing me to lose my mind. Why they felt the need to kill their darlings so soon, I do not understand. We can only wait and watch.
[ID: A picture of the Miraculous upcoming release schedule. It reads-
2020 - Season 3, New York special
2021 - Season 4, Shanghai special
2022 - Season 5, London and Africa special
2023 - Season 6, Brazil special
2024 - Season 7
New Characters - Lady Dragon, Miss Rose, Lady Lion, Lady Butterfly
Movies - Ladybug and Chat Noir (Holidays 2021), Movie #2 in production
(All release dates are subject to change.)
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Literal, ame mucho a emara cuando salio por primera vez, aunque este dibujo no sea lo mejor aún así lo dibuje x,d lamentablemente solo tiene 5 episodios :') -c va a chillar-
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Me writing a chapter of Ninoir hurt/comfort like the trash I am? It’s more likely than you think
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We really went from a spoiler every day and a new episode every week to hiatus huh
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This is a real product btw
For everyone who wants Adrienette platonically LMAO
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Adrinette April Day 23 - Sunset
Hawkmoth has been defeated, and after years of dating her first love and superhero partner Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng finally decides to pop the question. Well, more like two questions.
Marinette stirred the pan on the stove, anxiously glancing at the clock. She knew Adrien would arrive soon, and she had never been the best at time management. The afternoon sunlight shining through the window hit her eyes, and she turned her head away from the glare. Shaking slightly, she moved the sauce off the stove and set it on the potholder she had laid out on the counter.
She ran through her checklist in her mind, gripping the edges of the table to steady herself as another wave of anxiety hit.
Flowers, check. Table set, check. Dinner ready, check. Dessert in the fridge, check. However, when she reached the next and final item on her checklist, her body trembled again. She shook her head to clear it, patted her pocket, and plated the last of the dinner.
The doorbell rang.
Marinette’s heart pounded in her ears.
She walked over, pausing for a deep breath...and opened the door.
There was Adrien, grinning at her.
“Hello, love,” he said, leaning in to peck her lips.
“H-HI ADRIEN!” she squeaked. He looked at her curiously but clearly chose to ignore it, walking over to the kitchen table.
He gasped and glanced back at Marinette. The table was covered in a white tablecloth with a bouquet of roses in the center, and she had prepared his favorite meal.
“This is incredible, Marinette! I wasn’t expecting all of this when you invited me to dinner!” Marinette laughed.
“I just wanted to make something special today.” Marinette shrugged noncommittally and Adrien laughed, hugging her tightly, his face in her hair.
“You know that any time I get to spend with you is special,” Adrien murmured, and Marinette blushed. She wasn’t sure how he could still make her stomach flip after all this time, but she didn’t think she would ever really get used to his compliments.
They had been together for years, ever since they learned each other's identities after Hawkmoth’s defeat. Adrien had been devastated, but she had stayed with him and helped him through it, just as he had stood by her as Chat Noir through the struggles of her guardianship.
Even before Hawkmoth’s defeat, Marinette and Adrien had supported each other. In the months leading up to the reveal, they’d grown close. Marinette witnessed Adrien’s life wore down on him. She went out of her way to spend as much time with him as possible, sneaking him pastries and outings when she could. Over time, she slowly grew from looking up to Gabriel to resenting him for everything he had put his son through, even before she realized the full extent of his actions. Adrien had been there for Marinette, too; he supported her when she was drowning in commissions and always patiently encouraged her. They had always been there for each other, even if they hadn’t always known how close they really were.
Adrien and Marinette fell into conversation as they began their dinner, but Adrien watched his girlfriend in concern. She seemed to be hiding something, which made him nervous. He never wanted her to feel like she needed to keep things to herself. Her grins a little too wide, her laughter a little too forced, and he could feel that something wasn’t right. As they finished eating her passionfruit macarons, Adrien sighed.
Marinette glanced up at him, the now golden light of the sunset reflecting off his hair. Her heart dropped when she caught a glimpse of familiar concern in his eyes. Maybe her anxiety was getting to her more than she believed; she hadn’t meant to worry him.
“Marinette, what’s wrong? I thought we weren’t keeping secrets, but it's obvious something is going on.” Adrien looked at her softly, care for her evident on his face.
“We aren’t keeping secrets,” she replied. “Come on, it’s a beautiful evening. Let’s talk on the balcony.”
Adrien followed her outside and felt the warmth of the evening sun as she stood across from him, looking down at her feet. His head was slowly filling with endless scenarios of what she could possibly be so nervous so tell him, but he tried to ignore his spiraling mind for her sake. After several moments of gazing at the sunset in silence, Marinette finally spoke.
“Adrien,” she began, and he turned to face her, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I’ve been thinking about everything we’ve been through and how far we’ve come.” She breathed heavily and glanced at him before looking back out over the balcony.
“There was a time in my life when I dreamed desperately of being Mrs. Agreste. I would have given almost anything for it, in fact.”
Adrien’s eyes widened, and he felt his heart pound in his ears. Mrs. Agreste? Meaning...my WIFE?? A blush crept up his neck and suddenly it was hard to catch his breath. He played her words over again, his mind screeching to a halt when he realized she had spoken in the past tense. Did she not want that anymore?
“But, as time has gone on, I’ve come to realize...
“...I don’t want to be an Agreste anymore.”
Marinette steadied herself. Almost there. Keep going, just like you practiced. She didn’t dare look at Adrien until she finished because she knew she’d choke up as soon as she did.
If Adrien’s heart had been pounding before, it was slamming at least twice as hard in his chest now. She didn’t want to be an Agreste. As much as it hurt, he knew he couldn’t blame her. He had never liked that he was defined by his name, and after all his father had done, the implications had only worsened. He hated being an Agreste. Why would she ever choose that life?
“After all we’ve been through, you especially, I don’t think you want that either.
Of course she doesn’t want to be an Agreste, and how could I ever want that for her either? She knows me too well to think anything otherwise. Adrien looked down at his shoes, bracing himself for whatever she would say next.
“I love you Adrien, more than anyone else on earth,” Marinette said, finally turning to look at Adrien. Adrien’s eyes snapped back up to hers, hope bubbling in his chest. Marinette’s heart fluttered out of control and she glanced quickly back at the setting sun before looking into Adrien’s eyes and speaking again.
“We belong together, you and me against the world. So I thought of a solution. Would you like to become a Dupain-Cheng?”
Adrien gaped at her in silence. He blinked before croaking out a strangled “...what?”
Marinette laughed nervously and fell to one knee, pulling out the box that had been scalding her pocket for the past several hours.
“This is a proposal, Adrien,” she giggled, smiling up at him.
Adrien could do nothing but stare, jaw dropped and eyes impossibly wide. As the seconds ticked by, Marinette felt her chest beginning to tighten in panic as tears pricked her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. You don’t have to accept right now, or ever if you don’t want to...” she said, her voice wobbling a little at that, “Maybe you’re not ready and that’s alright-“ she started to ramble, but cut herself off as Adrien began to shake his head violently, eyes and jaw clenched shut and tears sliding down his cheeks.
“Then...what’s wrong?” Marinette asked, standing up and brushing his tears away with her thumb.
Adrien paused, eyes still closed, before slowly opening them, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a ring box of his own.
Marinette gasped and looked back up at Adrien, who was giving her a watery smile.
“My lady, I’ve been planning to propose for weeks, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to ask…” he trailed off, glancing away for a brief moment before looking her in the eyes. “...I didn’t know how to ask to share your last name, Marinette.”
Marinette felt her heart speed up and a lump form in her throat as Adrien gazed at her.
Her eyes glittering with tears of her own, she stood up on her toes so she could kiss him. She wiped one last tear away before her hand slid back into his hair as she felt him relax. She pulled back after a moment, just enough to meet Adrien’s eyes, she spoke. “I would be honored to share anything with you Adrien, especially my name.”
Adrien’s face broke into a smile, eyes bright with happiness and shining with tears. Marinette slid the ring onto Adrien’s finger, and he did the same. They looked down in their joined hands in awe before Adrien grinned, swooping down to pull Marinette into another kiss, wrapping his free hand around her waist. Marinette rested her hands on his chest as he hugged her even closer to him.
Breaking the kiss to rest his forehead on hers, he whispered
“I love you, my princess.”
Marinette giggled and pulled him down to kiss the tip of his nose.
“I love you too, my chaton.”
Hey everyone! Thanks for reading, it means a lot!!
Also thank you to @authenticcadence18 for being my beta! She's the best!
(I also posted this on AO3, and it's my first time posting on there! Woo!)
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I have the earliest prediction of Dragonbug ever
And to think it was all because I found out Gabriel Agreste and Nazeem had the same VA
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In a group
Adrien: I'm telling you, Jail is no fun
Nino: Dude...You've been to jail?
Adrien, completely serious: Once...In monopoly
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You know what Longg could’ve been instead? A lizard. She could belong to the Lizard miraculous, which did play some inspiration alongside snakes in how dragons looked. She can keep the name Longg and it won’t be weird or lazy as she won’t be named after what she is.
And like many kwamis, she has some creative liberties in her design (like Tikki’s design kinda takes more from the name ladybird than bug with her little tail feathers). And its a little funny to picture that with many new users, Longg has to clarify, “No, no. I’m a dragon. I’m a lizard. A horned lizard.”
This not only keeps the dragon theme and be open to whether they want to base more on east or western dragons, but can include a variety of reptiles in the themes of their hero design: lizards, chameleons, monitors, and it wouldn’t even be a stretch to include crocodiles and such.
And being a lizard instead its not as much of an eyesore to see amongst all the regular animals.
Power would have to be changed up/tweaked but I’d be ok with that. I tweak/change up so many powers anyway.
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