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thenovelartist · 5 years

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Falling for the Dork, set 1

My Adrienette April story that I’m doing all at the end of the month as one continuous story. ;) Here’s the first set of prompts

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1. Just Friends

“It’s not like anyone is going to know who I am.”

That was the argument that finally allowed him to go to public school for his last three years. Adrien didn’t press for the year and a half after mother had passed on, but now, there was no reason for him to put off asking. Sure, his father may be Gabriel Agreste, but as far as anyone knew, Gabriel didn’t have a son, so that wouldn’t cause an uproar or anything.

Or, maybe people knew—it was probably on Wikipedia—but it wasn’t well-known.

Either way, Adrien as determined to draw as little attention to himself as he could. To further his disguise, he put on his favorite punny cat shirt.

“I can’t believe you collect those abominations,” his father grumbled.

“They’re hilarious!” Adrien argued with a grin, looking down at it. “What’s so wrong with it?”

Gabriel sighed. “And couldn’t you comb your hair?”

Adrien ran his hands through it the thick, blond strands. “Why? Is it bad? I thought it looked fine.”

Again, Gabriel sighed, this time rubbing his eyes under his glasses. “Well, no one is going to mistake you for a son of mine.”

“That’s kinda the point, dad,” Adrien said with a smirk.

The very corner of Gabriel’s mouth twitched up. “Also, don’t forget you have fencing tonight.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t miss it. It’s right after school.”

Gabriel gave a nod. “Have a good day.”

“Thanks, father. See you tonight.”

…

“I’m so late!” Marinette screeched as she bolted out of her house, nearly getting hit by a car and running over a couple other people on her way to school.

Thankfully, she wasn’t late. However, it wasn’t all sunshine and roses. Because before she could take a seat in her normal seat that has been her seat for the past several school years, she had to get past the guy putting gum on her seat.

“Hey!”

The boy whipped around, his eyes wide behind his thick, black lenses.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Marinette challenged.

“I… uh…”

She scoffed. “Whatever. Just leave.”

He gaped like a fish the next few seconds, Chloe and Sabrina’s laughter ringing in the back ground. “Looks like someone’s caught, Adrikins.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. Of course, this boy was friends with Chloe. Shocking, considering that he clearly had zero style with that stupid, baggy cat pun t-shirt. “Just leave,” she snipped, taking a tissue from her bag and putting it over the gum.

“You heard the fashion disaster, Adrien. Move it.”

The boy was stunned for a moment, but did as asked, all while Chloe laughed and mocked “Adrikins” and Marinette.

Great. New year and nothing had changed.

…

Adrien felt horrible. Just how was he supposed to fix this mess when the girl he’d royally screwed up with wouldn’t let him get anywhere near her. He supposed that was partly his fault for not explaining anything, but she had a fierce look in her eye that kinda scared him a little. She may be small, but he honestly believed she could hand him his rear on a silver platter.

He was about to head out when he noticed that the rain had trapped said fierce girl he was intimidated by under the overhanging in front of the school.

“Hey.”

Marinette immediately turned away.

He cringed. “Um… I really just want to say that I’m sorry. I really was trying to get the gum off your seat. I swear.”

It was barely noticeable, but Marinette turned her head toward him.

“I haven’t been to school before, and I’ve never seen Chloe that mean. I’m really sorry.”

This time, Marinette turned all the way back toward him. “You’re apologizing for her?” she asked, brow knit together in confusion and anger.

“No, uh… I mean I’m just sorry she’s that mean. Particularly to you, it seems.” With that, he opened his umbrella and held it out to her. “Here. A peace offering. My car is here to pick me up, and I can get another.”

The anger on her face gradually faded, leaving a much softer expression. Hesitantly, she reached for the offered umbrella. “Are you sure?”

He flashed her a smile. “Yeah. You were grumbling about having to walk home in the rain in class.”

She took the umbrella. “Thanks. I’ll return it tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She gave him a smile. It was small, but he felt like he’d been graced with a gift. “Marinette,” she said, sticking one hand out, clearly inviting him to shake it.

He grinned, taking her hand to shake. “Adrien.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Adrien. Thank you again for the umbrella. I really appreciate it.”

And just like that, she was gone.

Adrien’s smile was wide as he ran off into the rain and slid into the back seat of the car. It was too early to tell, and maybe it was too early to call it anything more than acquaintances, but he hoped that one day, maybe, they could be friends.

2. Seat Buddies

It was the second day of school, and the rain hadn’t let up. It was both a blessing and a curse because that meant she remembered to pack the umbrella Adrien had loaned her as well as one of her own.

However, that didn’t help her get to school on time. In any sort of dry condition.

Still, she arrived right before the bell rang and took a seat in the only empty spot. Conveniently, right next to Adrien.

When the teacher wasn’t looking, Marinette pulled the umbrella out of her bag and passed it under the desk to Adrien. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He stared at it a moment, stunned, before taking the umbrella and slipping it in his bag. “You’re welcome.”

Marinette frowned. “Were you not expecting it back?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know what to expect. And Chloe doesn’t give anything back.”

Her brow furrowed. “Why do you always talk about Chloe? Don’t you have any other friends.”

“No.”

The answer itself was surprising, but the bluntness made her jump.

“I was homeschooled until I came here,” he continued. “I know Chloe because of a family friend, but I don’t really have anyone else.”

Marinette glanced toward the front, uncertain of what to say as well as checking to make sure the teacher hadn’t caught onto their conversation. “Well,” she whispered back. “That’s just ridiculous. You have me. We’re seat buddies now.”

His expression was one of surprise, but he quickly schooled it and glanced back at the front. “Really?”

“Totally.”

His smile was worth its weight in gold. “I’d like that, Seat Buddy.”

3. Embarrassing

They became fast friends. By the end of the month, Marinette could say that he could see Adrien becoming her best friend, second to Alya, of course. Despite only knowing each other a short time, the duo started hanging out at Marinette’s house after school once they learned they loved the same video games.

When Adrien was free, that is. Between fencing and mandarin lessons and piano, he was seemingly swamped all the time.

“Who are your parents that they make you do all these lessons?”

Adrien pouted as Marinette won the first round of UMS III. “How do you always beat me!”

“I’m magic,” she commented. “Now, answer the question.”

Adrien just shrugged. “What does it matter?”

“I just want to know what kind of parents, who are clearly wealthy considering your car and the fact you take a ton of lessons, let you walk out of the house dressed like that.”

“Like what?” Adrien asked, clearly confused.

Marinette motioned to his baggy, neon green hoodie and his messy hair. “You know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“In stupid cat pun t-shirts—"

He gasped, slapping a hand over his chest in mock offence. “Cat puns are the best.”

She leveled him a look all while trying not to laugh. “You’re a loon. How are we friends.”

“We’re seat buddies.” Adrien always said that with pride, like some giddy child showing off his prized possession.

“You’re such a dork.”

“You’re stuck with me; get over it. Now let me beat you.”

“Not a chance.”

After two more rounds, Marinette offered to grab some snacks for the two of them. Adrien willingly followed her down into the bakery where they snagged some cupcakes that didn’t make the cut.

“Yum!” Adrien said, plenty happy as he carried a couple cupcakes up the stairs back to the apartment.

“You haven’t even eaten them yet,” Marinette giggled.

“I don’t have to to know they’re amazing.”

She rolled her eyes, then grabbed two plates from the cupboard to catch the crumbs before the duo sat down at the kitchen table.

After a single bite, Adrien moaned his appreciation. “See. They’re perfect.”

She shook her head. “Please. Even if they weren’t, you’d make a show just to prove a point.”

They may have only known each other a month, but Marinette knew that when Adrien got that kind of smug look, it only meant trouble. Instead of saying a word, he bit into the cupcake again, moaning loudly and doing some sort of stupid happy dance.

As he went in for the second bite, though, Marinette had had enough and flicked the cupcake upwards, smashing it into his nose and getting frosting all over his glasses.

“Hey!” he cried indignantly.

“It’s your fault.”

“My fault?”

Marinette giggled. “You’re such a dork.”

He pouted, and she smugly took a bite of her cupcake.

Her mistake.

Adrien was quick to return the favor. Now, he was the one laughing while she had chocolate frosting clinging to her nose.

“Okay,” Marinette said, grabbing her other cupcake, a wicked grin bubbling up. “If that’s how you want to play, it’s on.”

In a second, the two teens smashed the cupcakes into each other’s faces.

Too bad the frosting on Marinette’s cupcake fell off onto Adrien’s shirt before the cupcake hit his face.

After a moment of laughter and comments of them being way too juvenile, they grabbed paper towels to start cleaning up.

“We should wash that frosting off before it stains,” Marinette commented, pointing at the large chocolate smear down the front of his hoodie. “I can see if I have anything that fits so that I could throw it in the wash for you.”

“That’s fine,” Adrien said, taking off his glasses. “I have a shirt on underneath.”

Before Marinette could say a word, Adrien had pulled his hoodie up over his head, revealing a tight, black tee he had on underneath. He bundled up the hoodie so as not to get chocolate everywhere, then turned to her, running a hand through his hair absently.

And that was the moment Marinette knew she was in serious trouble.

“Marinette?”

She shook herself from her trance at the mention of her name. “Yeah? What?”

“What should I do with this?” He motioned to the hoodie in his hands.

“I’ll take it,” she said quickly. “I’ll throw it in the wash and get the chocolate right out. Yup. I’ll be back in a moment.”

She could feel the pink on her cheeks as she took the jacket and ran. She hoped beyond hoped she wasn’t staring too long; she’d be beyond embarrassed if that was the case.

After all, what’s a girl supposed to do when she realizes that underneath the cat puns, baggy hoodies, nerdy glasses, and messy hair that her total dork of a friend is actually a surprisingly toned perfect 10?

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #adrinette april 2019 #adrienette #no powers au #Adrien dresses like a dork AU #And Marinette discovers he's really hot AU #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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shintorikhazumi · 6 years

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Twelve Days of Christmas Project: Day 1

“So I may have used poison instead of sugar.” for Akko and Sucy?

-Request by Liz! @lizanime3 I hope you like it even just a little bit ;-; Pleaseeee…

A/N: Hola Minna-san! Yes, I’m alive... and yet not. Ok, so I was supposed to start this on the 13th so I could have 12 days until the 25th… but… I’ve actually been really sick for nearly two weeks and I don’t think I’ll be getting better anytime soon. :(

But well, since I finally have enough strength to actually walk around (FINALLY, I’ve been kinda bedridden- and my head isn’t being a little jerk for once), I can work on this, YAY! I’m COMPLETELY out of practice. I‘m sorry if it will su-… be a bit bad. Maybe a bit OOC?

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

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Gingerbread.

Akko loved gingerbread.

She loved it so much, the desert being a close second only to her precious umeboshi, and that was certainly something considering how much she adored the sour treats.

She loved the refreshing, minty (?) scent of the ginger, she loved how multiple shapes and structures could be constructed by such deliciously edible cookies… bread… cookie-bread. (Akko scratched her head, still trying to unlock the secrets to that one.)

Akko could easily and quite vividly reminisce on her memories, triggered by the gingerbread: A cozy fire back in japan, a log cabin that was a Christmas vacation house for her family, sitting on her papa’s lap as her mother sang her carols and gave her hot chocolate with marshmallows floating in her cup, nearly spilling out- Yes she loved that too, by the way.

Usually, she would relive these memories each Christmas with her family, a small corner of her childhood always tucked away in her heart and opened up during the Merry holidays; quite like a Christmas tree and its décor being stored away and set up each year. It was one tradition she would never replace with anything, and it was just that special considering Akko wasn’t known for being a traditional maiden at all.

… but well…

Who’s to say tradition can’t be broken? (Obviously not Akko, being the number one tradition breaker, citing incidents is of no need.)

And here sat Akko, well, lay Akko, on her bedroom floor, beside their desks that had cookies situated on top amongst all the messy clumps of paper and books; brown and red all over her body in an abstract mix of colors, which was putting it nicely. Putting it bluntly-

“You look like someone dumped buckets of brown and red paint all over you after tripping.” Sucy snidely remarked, stifling a laugh as she simply watched her girlfriend writhe in who-knows-what kind of pain.

The pair were alone in their room as Lotte had gone out to bond with Barbara over the special Christmas edition release of Nightfall, Hannah tagging along. The rest of the gang were doing whatever and the couple decided to spend some… “quality time” together and let their affections grow.

“Gee, thanks.” Akko barked through gritted teeth, not exactly feeling those said affections at the moment. “And whose fault do you think it is that I’m like this?!” She growled, her pearly whites digging into the skin of her lip, drawing a bit of blood.

“Yours?” Sucy replied with extreme nonchalance.

“YOURS!” Akko groaned feeling another bubble in her stomach pop. “What the hell is this?!”

“I honestly don’t know.” Sucy shrugged, kneeling down beside her fallen roommate and wiping the sweat off her brow. “If I knew which potion I knocked in by accident, you wouldn’t be in that kind of pain as I would have already known how to cure you.”

“Ugh!” Akko could feel the tears coming, and despite being quite confident in her bravery and astounding pain tolerance, it wasn’t really something she could be proud of as it didn’t help to quell the pain in her abdomen.

“So I may have used poison instead of sugar.” Sucy said not guilty at all, having baked the favorite treats of her lover as a christmas gift ( Lotte’s Suggestion) . Though she wasn’t sure if Akko’s feelings towards the pastry would remain the same after this traumatic experience.

“YOU WHAT?!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll help you now.” Sucy grinned, assisting Akko in sitting up against the bed as she was instructed to breathe in and out slowly.

“You mean you weren’t?!”

“I am now.” Sucy chuckled and Akko would have hit her if it were possible. “Now, to know what substance is in you right now, I need to ask a few questions.” Sucy explained, opening her potion and poison manual.

“Oh, please do.”

“Would you rather I not?”

“PLEASE.”

“You sounded pretty sarcastic-“

“Sucy.” Akko got out without shouting, a hand that was previously on her stomach, uselessly trying to assuage the pain, gripped Sucy’s pale one and it was then that the girl realized Akko was as pale as her and not at all alright.

“So even someone like you can’t take this kind of poison, huh?” Sucy’s tone had worry laced in it now, squeezing Akko’s hand back. “I’m sorry.” Her eyes turned downcast now, heart suddenly revving its engine and beating strongly as she realized just how much Akko was in danger. “I’m sor-“

“You can apologize after I’m better, jerk.” A playful Akko grinned through her hurting. “That’s not exactly important and I should be used to your horrible methods of tortu- teasing.” She grinned, shakily bringing their linked hands to her cold lips, kissing the back of Sucy’s hand. “I’ll seriously hold you to it.”

With a nod, the mushroom enthusiast went on with her inquiry. “How do you feel? What are your symptoms?” This was more than just one of her experiments on Akko to learn about potions. She usually checked any before giving them to the brunette anyway after deeming them “safe enough” for Akko’s personal intake.

“I feel like there are a ton of giant metal… bubbles, growing and popping against my stomach walls, and I kinda wanna let it out, but I can’t?” Akko tried to draw out her feelings in words as much as she could.

“Maybe you’re just constipated?” Sucy suddenly found herself able to joke again after Akko’s reassurance.

“HA.HA. Real funny.”

“Thanks, I hear mushrooms help people have dry humor.” Sucy replied, not batting an eyelash, hand now pressing down on Akko’s belly while looking through her archives.

“Because they become more delusional and wack?” Akko threw back, preferring this type of distraction from the pain, even if it meant bantering with her girlfriend.

“Say that again and you won’t be having any cuddles or affection.” Sucy threatened half-heartedly.

“Like you give them easily at all!” Akko retorted, now full-on smiling.

“Anything else?” Sucy gave in for once, and Akko was pleasantly shocked.

“Is this because I’m in bad condition?” Akko asked curiously.

“What?” Sucy looked at her incredulously, the sudden question catching her off guard and puzzling her at the suddenness of it all.

“You let me win our little thing just now?”

“Little thing?” Sucy parroted, eyes not leaving her list as she dutifully searched still.

“Our… usual… arguments..?” It felt weird calling it that as Akko felt it was anything but that. “Banter?”

“Ah.” Sucy said in realization. Quieting for a moment and that left Akko to wonder if she had done it subconsciously. “Don’t expect it to happen too often.” She whispered. Akko quirked a brow, a smirk playing across her once-in-pain features.

“Ohohoho… maybe I should be in pain more often then?”

“Scratch that,” Sucy cut off, a deadpanned glare directed at Akko. “Don’t expect it to happen again at all.”

“Why not? I could get what I want for once~” Akko sang, finding a weakness of Sucy, finally, that she could use against her.

“Well, If you’re that willing… be my guest.”

Suddenly Akko felt a chill run up her spine as Sucy gave her a once-over.

“I have no qualms with that, we can have it arranged.”

Akko’s grin dropped as she quieted down, terrified of whatever possibilities hid behind that expression of her girlfriend. “On second thought, let’s not.” She backed out rather quickly and silence resumed between the two roommates once more.

After a few minutes, Akko’s sweat accumulating on her brow once more from the pain, she heard a frustrated sigh come from her companion.

“Sucy?” She called.

“Why can’t I find it?! Nothing seems to match the description.” She scratched her head, messing up her usual smooth hairdo. “How can I help you? I don’t even know what’s wrong- and I… I thought…”

“Shh…” Akko pulled Sucy into a weak side hug. “You’re trying. I know you are. It’s not like we can’t take our time. I’m… I’m a strong girl!” Akko said in a silly voice, and as she gazed into Sucy’s eyes, the girl in a rare giggling fit, Akko was reminded of how much Sucy loved her, enough to have a few tears sitting at the corners of her eyes.

Smiling at that, feeling an overwhelming pleasant warmth, Akko leaned forward, planting a kiss on Sucy’s forehead.

“I know you can do it.”

Sucy simply nodded, once gain baffled by her girlfriend’s believing heart and amazing encouragement skills. “I’ll do it. Just you watch me.”

Despite saying that, no results were gleaned and Akko was now on the brink of passing out from the pain that wasn’t going away at all. Sucy looked like she was about to rip her hair out.

“H-hey, Sucy? Maybe we should ask a professor-?”

“Just a bit more Akko.” Sucy replied stubbornly. “Just a bit mo-“

The door swung open and in hopped a float-y and grinning Lotte, bags and bags of merchandise hanging on her arms. She noticed after a bit the state of her room, and her roommates and cocked her head in worried confusion.

“What is…?”

“Accidentally put poison instead of sugar, I think.” Sucy explained briefly and Lotte just continued to stare, unnerving Akko and Sucy.

“And?”

“I can’t seem to find which poison.” Sucy rolled her eyes.

“If you said you mistook it for sugar, can’t you just… I don’t know…” Lotte spoke, placing her things away and sitting with her best friends as she stated in a matter-a-fact way. “Look for a poison that looks like sugar?”

…

A loud slap was heard in the room and Sucy’s forehead was as red as the random parts of Akko’s body.

“Ugh!” The couple groaned.

“Oh, you’re really starting to become more and more like a couple in unity.” Lotte clapped as Sucy finally found the poison and made the cure.

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As they lay in bed, Sucy sleeping over on Akko’s, as it had become a… tradition of sorts for them to sleep together, sleeping on one’s bed on certain days and such, the Filipina couldn’t help but ask.

“Still love Gingerbread?” She asked teasingly. “If you do, you’re some masochist… or maybe immune to trauma.” Sucy jested, she knew Akko was anything but that, but what’s a little fun after a problematic day?

Akko shifted from her position, lying beside Sucy and faced her with her own grin. “Do I still love you after all that?” She shot back and Sucy couldn’t help but blush, obviously knowing the answer. Akko nodded, the red glow on Sucy’s face visible even in the dim lighting. “I guess we both know the answer then.” Akko laughed as she turned back to her original position.

There was a shift beside her and her droopy eyes opened wide as Sucy lay atop her, placing a small kiss on her lips before hiding in Akko’s chest.

“I love you too… idiot.

“I love you too Jerk.”

Merry Christmas LIZ!

A/N: Soooo? How was it? SO SO SO SO? I hven’t written in a while so I barely… know my abilities… ;-; I hoped y’all enjoyed? So anyone else wanna send a prompt can.. do it since well... yeah. I hope to post 12 of these. Soon. I only got 2-3 tho. hahhha... Thank you for reading still from this lousy author. Thank you!

~Shintori Khazumi!

#SuAkko #lwa #Little Witch Academia #akko kagari #sucy manbavaran #fanfic #prompts

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