#tattoo artist marinette

[afkaskus]

For some reason, I'm really invested in knowing what future Miraculous character will be doing.

This are my headcanons so far and why:

(long post, in the tags you can read the resume)

Marinette: Designer. We all know this is meant to happen, it's super clear. BUT, I'm not meaning designer as a fashion designer, I meant it as a costume designer. She works mostly on movies but loves working on theaters. Sometimes she also helps with scenography and for some reason she knows a little about lighting as well. She still takes little commissions from a few artists. I like believing that she saw the fashion desing world with another pov and decided to not be part of it. Taking the Agreste company? I think she will enjoy to destroy that empire, and also will want to have her own name.

Adrien: I LOVE "Baker!Adrien" headcanon. Yes, he works with the Dupain-Chengs, and he loves it. He has the family he has always dreamed of. Also there has been a few mentions in the show of Adrien as a food seller. Tom will be thrilled to adopt Adrien and show him everything he knows. Tom will also be happy that he has someone to take over the bakery when he retires.

Gabriel: In jail. He deserves no other place to stay.

Nathalie: haven't think that much about it. But I don't think she will end up in jail like Gabriel. She's smart, she's better than that.

Alya: an reporter. It's meant to happen. She also has a few enemies because she DOES tell the truth. Maybe she will travel with Nino and they'll match their works with their travels, so maybe she's an independent reporter.

Nino: The best DJ in the world. As I said before, he matches his work travels with Alya's work, but also, they are pretty independent from each other. They love the feeling they get when they haven't seen each other in a few weeks and then they meet again in a total different country.

Kagami: Ok, hear me out in this one. Kagami is a tattoo artist. She's very good at drawing and art, but I don't think she will enjoy being in a place where rich can control everything. She's already rich and she might have the contacts to be a very recognized artist, but, let's be honest, that's not something the both rich kids want. After realizing that her mom is not the one who controls her life, she decided to be rebellious and got a tattoo herself (big thing for being japanese), after that, her friends convinced her to become a tattoo artist and she ended up loving the idea. I also like thinking that Tomoe paid a lot of people in the art industry to not let people accept Kagami as an artist, but I think is kind of brutal. Now everyone has a tattoo made by Kagami. Luka and Adrien have a competition to see who gets more tattoos.

Luka: He has his little shop, the one he named in Wishmaker. He loves making people happy finding an instrument that's made for them, specially kids.

Juleka: She's an stylist. She's the best and most revolutionary. She has a lot of knowledge in makeup and hairstyle.

Rose: She's a famous singer and songwriter, she's also Juleka's muse and they go on tour together. Juleka and Marinette help her with her style.

Chloé: She's an influencer and has her own cosmetics brand.

And that's everyone I have thought of for now.

#Marinette as a costume designer #Baker!Adrien #Gabriel is in jail #Nathalie is smarter than that #Alya is an independent reporter and travels the world with Nino #Nino is a DJ and travels the world with Alya #Kagami is a tattoo artist #Luka has his little music shop #Rose is a famous singer #Juleka is her personal stylist but she also has her own name #Chloé is still rich and is an influencer #miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous headcanon #ladynoir #maybe idk #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #kagami tsurugi #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #chloe bourgeois #my headcannons

[galahadwilder]

Flower shop/tattoo parlor AU except that Marinette is both the florist and the tattoo artist and Adrien is her exhausted and confused accountant who cannot wrap his head around the insanity that is his pretty new client's business model

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous au #ml au #flower shop/tattoo parlor #original content #crack

[plagggscamembert]

Lukadrien headcannons BC I HAVE MORE

(ik its been a while)

- Luka has tattoos. (some are stick and poke and some are professional)

- Luka gives Adrien a stick and poke tattoo on his hip where unless he is wearing pretty much nothing it can’t be seen

- Luka tried to teach Adrien how to play the guitar and he was actually pretty good at it but refused to acknowledge it

- Luka has rings, soooo maaaaannyy rings, all silver or black. He lets Adrien borrow a few of them from time to time to fidget with

- They go shopping together for the first time and Adrien tries pretty much everything on. Luka being the Supportive Boyfriend™ tells him he looks hot in all of it and to buy it all. Adrien ends up doing just that despite not being able to wear it unless his father is away, (still prefers Lukas clothes)

- Luka takes up crocheting (his first project was definitely the rib cage thing *reference pic at bottom*) and makes Adrien and him matching things (gloves and hats and sweater vests) to make up for not being able to buy him things

- They take trips to the Louvre and walk around showing each other their favorite pieces and artists

- Adrien got into a huge fight with his father about his freedom and didn’t come home for 2 weeks. he stayed at Luka’s instead

- Luka loves giving hickeys and Adrien loves having them (win win)

- Marinette let them spend a few hours in the bakery (and or kitchen if Tom didn’t vibe w/that) to make cookies for a bake sale, she had to come and finish them two hours later as they only accomplished getting covered in flower and forgetting to turn the oven on

- Adrien has a habit of doodling on his skin bc it pisses off his father even if he can’t actually dray anything for the life of him, when Luka finds out about this he teaches him how to draw some simple things and gives him the proper pens to use. Adrien comes home COVERED in pen art and very smiley

- Adrien takes wayyy too many dance classes and Luka loves to sit in during rehearsals (or when they are at Adriens house) and watch him dance, his favorite is Ballet

- Adrien loves to take Luka swimming mostly because he loves the way Luka’s eyeliner runs down his face after a few hours

#luka couffaine #Luka #luka x adrien #lukadrien #adrien #adrien agreste #tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous chat noir #miraculous theory #miraculous headcanon

[hamsteriffic]

Welcome to my blog!

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About Me: I’m a writer/artist for Miraculous Ladybug. You can also find me on the following platforms. I’m always looking to make more friends and talk to new people.

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Highlights of my work below the cut!

You can also find my artworks with @hamsterdraws and writing @hamsterwrites or with the tags below.

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Highlights

The Duke and I

Read on Ao3 (Rating: M Tags: Regency Romance; Fake-Dating)

Summary: Handsome and single, the Duke of Hastings has recently been sighted back in London in time for the new season, at the same time Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng was named as the Diamond.

Despite this, the young Miss is having trouble attracting any suitors. Perhaps she was too picky, or possibly Miss Bourgeois’ warnings about her lack of dowry and low station has dissuaded the young bachelors.

When the Duke offered to fake-date her to get the mamas off his tail, she agreed. Surely a little attention from a worthy suitor won’t hurt?

Bridgerton AU inspired by the books and TV series.

Falling for Christmas

Read it on Ao3 (Rating: T Tags: Found Family, Adoption, Miraculous associated Memory Loss)

Summary: Single father Adrien Agreste gets called up to pick up Marinette, who seems to have had a head injury with amnesia. Unfortunately for him, she’s his ex.

The Umbrella Academie

Removed from Ao3 and only on Tumblr (Rating: Teen and Up Tags: found family; Gabriel Agreste’s A+ Parenting)

Status: Incomplete

Summary: A story about a group of misfits adopted by Gabriel Agreste and trained as superheroes. All except one very unexceptional child.

Cross-posted on Tumblr

Title Page

Issue 1, Page 1

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Art Highlights

Do you do Commissions?

Not accepting commissions at the moment, but I will let you know when I do.

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[miraculousalamode]

cake decorators, we need your help! our bakers (writers) have been working hard in the kitchen preparing something delicious, but now we need your help to make it look as good as it tastes!

throughout the week, we will be posting snippets and summaries from our bakers with a fic ID attached to them in order to keep the writer anonymous. please write down the fic IDs of the fics that you would be willing to work with, as well as the fic IDs of the fics you would absolutely not under any circumstance want to collaborate with.

at the end of all of these posts, we will post the artist applications for you to submit your answers!

FIC ID: S04

Pairing: Lukanette, mentioned past Lukadrien, mentioned past Marinath

Rating: T

Archive Warnings (if any): N/A

Trigger Warnings (if any): drinking, drunkenness

Summary: Luka's working his normal shift at the bar when a woman wanders in that captures his attention. He doesn't believe in love at first sight—he's not even sure he believes in love anymore at all—but something about this woman makes him think there might be something to the theory.

Snippet: “You don’t have to tell me anything,” Luka reassured Marinette, “but there’s a reason bartenders have a reputation for being good listeners.”

“Because you’re paid to stand there all night anyways?”

“No.” He pretended to think for a moment, then said, “Well, yes,” and shot her a wink, which made her roll her eyes. “But no, it’s because you don’t ever have to see me again. You could tell me absolutely anything, anything you want, and then walk out that door forever.”

She considered him for a moment, all 6’3” of him in his black button-down he wore for work, open at the neck and rolled up to his elbows, secured with leather sleeve garters Jules had got him, the tattoos covering his forearms that were clearly displayed, his teal-tipped hair pulled back into a modest low ponytail, and his chipped black nails tapping nervously against the bar as she looked him over.

He met her scrutiny evenly. He got these looks at least once a night, although he had to admit this was the first time the back of his neck prickled with heat.

It gave him a chance to look her over, too, and he had a feeling he’d been more than spot on with her drink choice. Sweet, but dangerous. Sky blue eyes set slightly wide above freckle-spattered cheeks, so light he wouldn’t have seen them without the glow from behind the bar shining directly on her like a spotlight. Midnight hair pulled into a simple bun at the nape of her slender neck, a black band tee that had been slashed at with scissors skillfully so that it hung off one shoulder in a very distracting way…

#miraculous a la mode fics #lukanette #pro lukamari #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #viperion #marinette dupain cheng

[erroremma]

Say hello to my current Miraculous team~!

We've got Lucil/Wildbug They love rock and other types of music, they're studying to be a musician in Paris while living with their mother, but they've lived in London the majority of their life with their father. In this alternate universe of the series, Lucil got the Ladybug Miraculous instead of Marinette. Master Fu slipped them the Miraculous after an admittedly unplanned pickpocketing of Fu's wallet. Lucil noticed the pickpocket, chased them down and brought the wallet back to Fu. They have a MASSIVE crush on André and don't bother hiding it. Flirting galore whenever there happens to be a good moment between the two of them.

Pronouns: They/Them Age: 19 Height: 5'9''

Andre/Serre Noir André practices martial arts in France. He lives on his own, working as a barista during their free time from school; they study music alongside Lucil. After spotting Master Fu walking with a bunch of bags outside of the cafe they work, he invites Fu in for a cup of tea and after their shift, he helps Fu carry his groceries all the way home. Although Lucil flirts on them constantly, there's no romantic feelings from André towards them. He likes them, but purely platonically.

Pronouns: He/They Age: 21 Height: 6'3''

Maeve/Mielbee Maeve's one of the top dancers in her school, joining in break dance tournaments here and there. In her free time, she works as a pizza delivery driver. When she won a tournament, a few kids approached her and asked if she could teach them some moves. This was nothing new for Maeve, and she gladly taught these aspiring dancers some basic moves. What was new was that a much older Chinese man approached and asked if he could learn these moves as well. Despite her reservations, she decided that if the man wanted to learn, nothing should stand in his way. She tries her hardest to teach him a few dance moves, but the man's bad back gets in the way. Maeve helps the man to a bench and goes to get him some pain reliever. When she returns, the man has vanished. Maeve notices something extra in her bag after she leaves the tournament; a six-sided black and red wooden box with a bee hair accessory inside.

Pronouns: She/Her Age: 19 Height: 5'2''

Jiuen/Folkfox

Jieun is a Paris-based musician who studies classical music and enjoys researching history and folklore in his spare time. They work at the same cafe as Andrè, primarily because he has a crush on the cat miraculous' holder.

Pronouns: He/They Age: 23 Height: 5'3''

Liv/Terrave

Liv is a ballet student in France. She spends her free time working in her parents' garden and selling flowers. Sometimes, when she's alone, she'll listen to rave-type music, rather than the ballet music she usually would listen to. It's a kind of secret she keeps from everyone but her best friend, Maeve.

Pronouns: She/Her Age: 20 Height: 5'4''

Elyna/Glitchbit Elyna attends the same school as Marinette and Adrien, but they've never met. Elyna is an exceptionally adept hacker who taunts Max and Markov by occasionally breaking into the tiny robot for fun, only to prove they can get past Max's finest firewalls. Her narcolepsy makes her school life difficult, but she still manages to get good scores. Nobody would be surprised if they hacked their grades. She also quite enjoys DJing, especially for her friends.

Pronouns: Any Age: 17 Height: 4'6''

Jayce/Tovalry Jayce is Lucil's older brother, he works at a sports store and spends his free time mostly outside playing basketball with friends and hanging out with Lucil or Jieun. He enjoys plenty of different sports, but basketball, badminton and bowling are his favorites. Pronouns: He/Him Age: 27 Height: 5'6''

Kaleb/Serroid Kaleb is a tattoo artist and piercer with his own business. He knows Jieun because Kaleb did his tattoos and they've remained friends since. He also works with Agni. They aren't the best of friends, but do occasionally hang out outside of work.

Pronouns: He/Him Age: 29 Height: 6'3''

and finally, Agni/Rouge

Agni is a tattoo artist who works for Kaleb, but her other passion, aside from art and tattoos, is fashion. She is a fan of the pastel gothic style and designs and sews her own clothes as well as accepting commissions from others. When she transforms into her hero form and uses a specific element at her command, the gradient color in her hair changes to match that element.

Pronouns: She/Her Age: 29 Height: 5'1''

Feel free to ask them anything!

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #oc #miraculous oc #miraculous ladybug oc #tikki #plagg #kwami #wayzz #pollen #trixx #fluff #ama #ask my characters #kaalki #ask the artist #ask me things #superhero #superheroes #Longg #sass #original characters #original character

[i-am-thornqueen]

Hi that response to my silly trans werewolf question was not what I was expecting but it was GREAT. I love hearing more lore about the thing I love. And the mental image of Adrien getting his ears piercing and crying like a cat getting their nails trimmed. Thank u

Your question wasn't silly at all! It was interesting and it gave me the opportunity to lore-dump on unsuspecting people, so it's a win all around.

Poor Adrien, really. The guy can get punched through a wall as Chat Noir or brawl himself bloody as a werecat, but mewls like a little kitten when getting a piercing. He actually yowls like a cat when getting tattooed, which annoys the artist deeply and she is compensated handsomely for putting up with the noise. Marinette's sympathy will usually run out in the first hour and Nino has to hold Adrien's hand the rest of the time because that's what best bros do.

#a werecat in london #the monsters of paris #lore dumping #i wish i got more questions like this #it's actually a lot of fun!

[ali-annals]

i knew you'd linger (like a tattoo kiss)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng CARDIGAN AU

Rating: T | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 0.5k | TW: tattoos, innudeno

A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d. This is a deleted scene continuing from my previously-written Cardigan AU (see above). Can be read as a standalone ficlet.

Marinette squeezed Jason’s hand in hers, her grip painful if the look on his face was any indication. “I am going to murder you for talking me into this,” she mumbled under her breath, grimacing.

He coughed on a chuckle. “Baby, we haven’t even started yet.”

She glared at him. “If I don’t have ink on my skin in less than ten seconds, I am–” She broke off as the tattoo gun finally reached her skin. 

Her death grip on her too-smug-for-his-own-good boyfriend’s hand loosened incrementally as the itching pain registered, much less than her brain had imagined it to be.

“Oh, that’s not too bad…if you say’ I told you so’, I swear to kwami-”

“I told you it wouldn’t be that bad,” said Jason smugly.

“Fuck you, Jason Todd.”

“I mean, if you’re offering,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

The death glare returned. “You’re not even gonna have a trace to be found once I set the Plagg on you,” she threatened.

He gulped. 

She smirked in triumph, then realized what her boyfriend had been doing when the sound and feel of the tattoo gun registered again. 

He smiled down at her, rubbing her hip with his free hand soothingly. “It’s not very big, it shouldn’t take too long.”

“That’s what she said.”

The clock in the tattoo parlor struck two, the noise of the chimes loud over the tattoo gun, in the otherwise quiet space. 

“What do you think about me getting a matching one?” he asked her.

She looked up at him quizzically.

“I thought you didn’t like them because it made you too…stand out too much. Also, couple tats are not either of our cups of tea. It’s like cringey nicknames or matching outfits.”

He tsked at her, grinning. “Okay, Pixie.”

She rolled her eyes. “‘Pixie’ is cute and has meaning and backstory. ‘Pookie with whipped cream and a cherry on top’ is not.”

“Are you jealous,” he asked her teasingly. “Do you secretly wish I called you my pookie-bear with whipped cream and a cherry on top?”

She faked a gag. “Todd, if you want to leave me with a tattoo of my ex-boyfriend’s initials on my back before the ink is even dry, just tell me.”

“Okay, I’ll stop,” he held up his hands placatingly. “Look, two free hands. You’re done.”

“Oh. Thanks.” She turned to the artist, who was wrapping the tattoo. 

They smiled back at her happily. “All done. You and your boyfriend are super cute.”

“Thanks,” she blushed. 

~~~

After the tattoo was healed, she took the cover off and examined its reflection in her mirror. 

The little letters ‘jpt’ and ‘mdc’ were cleverly woven into the ink, which was a stylized replica of Jason’s lip print. She smiled, biting her lip as she traced the design with her fingertip. 

It was perfectly them, and she couldn’t be happier. 

#jasonette #mgi cw 24 #dcxmlb #ali writes #fic

[chrwrites]

Day 13: Night/Flowershop/Tattoo Parlor AU

read on ao3

There's a small flower shop next to Marinette's tattoo parlor. 

The displays of colorful flowers at the front of the shop had caught her attention since the first time she had visited that area of the city while looking for the perfect place to host her tattoo shop. Soon enough, as spring bloomed in the Parisian air, admiring the neatly displayed plants while walking to work became a regular part of Marinette's morning routine.

Each morning, a different set of flowers decorated the front of the building, and their delicate scent would follow Marinette through the appointments of the day. The beautiful blossoms didn't fail to spark inspiration in the young tattoo artist, who would often find herself rushing to her desk, fingers itching to draw the newest composition in her mind before she could even reach for her sketchbook. 

She'd spend most of the breaks in-between appointments sitting outside her shop, so intent on catching the details of the petals in front of her that only the people approaching her shop would make Marinette put her pencil down.

She saw some clients coming in and out of the flower shop, too, always leaving with a fresh bouquet and a satisfied smile on their face, but she'd never seen anyone who actually worked there. From her experience, managing a business perfectly required a lot of work. It didn't surprise her that she didn't get to see any employees outside the shop, and even if she was curious to know who her neighbors were, she didn't really feel like walking into a shop just to meet some strangers.

She could've bought some flowers. 

She kinda wished she had.

That would've saved her the embarrassment of staring at the young man in front of her like he was some kind of fairytale prince.

He looked to be about her age, maybe a couple years older at most, and he was definitely taller than her, with broad shoulders and lean legs. Marinette wondered if the loose t-shirt he was wearing hid a much leaner and fitter body. Looking at how effortlessly he carried the vases inside the shop, she thought it was the right assumption.

Okay, when did she start having those kinds of thoughts about strangers?

Marinette could feel her cheeks heating up as an annoyingly familiar voice whispered in her head, “Girl, you so need to get laid!”

She closed her sketchbook abruptly and got up. She needed to do something, anything, to avoid ogling at the handsome young man in front of her any longer. But as she fretted over getting inside, her pencil slipped away from her hands and rolled right at the feet of the gorgeous florist. 

Just. Her. Luck.

The sound of the small object hitting the ground didn't go unnoticed, and Marinette had to watch helplessly as the florist put down the tray of potted plants he was carrying and picked her pencil up. Marinette let out a shaky breath before hesitantly walking towards him.

"I believe this is yours," he said, a polite smile on his face. When she looked into his eyes, Marinette felt her throat go dry: she had never seen a blue so deep.

Realizing she was taking too long to give an answer to the gorgeous man with gorgeous eyes, she shook herself and tried to speak.

"Th-thank you," she said, mentally cursing herself for stuttering like she was in collége all over again. She didn't say anything else, just waved her hand goodbye before hiding in the safety of her shop.

Great, he must think I'm a weirdo now. 

When Marinette finally managed to talk herself out of her embarrassment and came back to sketching outside her shop, spring had faded into summer. The tattoo artist started hoping for another opportunity to talk to the florist again as she stole some glances at him while he worked. And slowly, instead of looking at the flowers, Marinette found herself captivated by the person who was taking care of them.

The flowers in her sketchbook were now held by hands that looked overworked and rough yet were delicate and gentle as they handled the stems. 

He offered every client a genuine smile, one that always reached his eyes, whose blue matched the stray locks falling from the bun he usually tied his hair into. It was a sharp contrast to the brighter reds, pinks, and yellows of the flowers standing outside the shop. 

On the rare occasions he'd catch her looking at him, he would give her a smile as bright as the flowers in his shop, and Marinette would lower her face to hide the blush blooming on her cheeks behind her sketchbook. She didn't even know his name, and she was too scared of embarrassing herself again to gather the courage to talk to him.

Maybe it was for the best. She didn't really want to make things awkward with her shop neighbor. She would just… admire him from afar. 

Autumn brought cold winds that made it impossible for Marinette to sketch outside of her shop, yet her sketchbooks were filled with the flowers she saw before opening the shop and some sketches of the florist that had invaded her mind in so little time.

She sighed when she turned off the lights in the tattoo parlor that evening, another day without getting so much of a glance at her neighbor. A cold wisp of air made Marinette shudder as soon as she was outside, trying to close the shop while holding the sketchbooks that were in her hands. 

She huffed a sigh of contentment when she managed to lock the door and headed to the underground station, finally able to put the keys in her bag without the risk of breaking her wrist.

After putting the keys away, she began looking her for her phone, frowning when she couldn’t find it.

She didn’t leave her phone in the shop again, did she? The tattoo artist rummaged through her bag as she walked, too focused on finding her phone to notice that someone was walking in her direction before crashing right into them. Marinette's sketchbooks fell to the ground as she slipped on the sidewalk and let out a yelp, bracing herself for the impact, but she found the stranger's arms steadying her instead.

“I’m so sorry!” Marinette squealed. 

“Are you okay?” the stranger asked. The gentleness in his voice made Marinette feel warm. She nodded and got down to pick up her sketchbooks and the loose pieces of paper that had fallen from them, and the stranger did the same. Only then she noticed that he wasn’t really a stranger: it was the blue haired florist she couldn't stop thinking about. And he was staring at one of the papers he had picked up. And Oh my god please can it not be that. Please. 

Except…it was definitely that. The portrait of him she made on a very slow day. She snatched it from his hands, barely registering the way his calloused fingers brushed against her skin. The heat spreading through her cheeks made her forget about the cold, "It's- It's nothing!" Marinette blabbered, hiding the piece of paper close to her chest, hoping he would think that it was just someone who looked like him. He raised his eyebrows, looking at her as if he was waiting for a more convincing answer, and Marinette gave in. 

"O-okay, maybe it is something. I just- I mean… you're really handsome and… I couldn't help but draw you?" She winced at her words and sighed. "And now you must think that I'm a creep, drawing strangers like that…this is so embarrassing, I'm so sorry. Can you forget about that?"

Marinette didn't dare to open her eyes, readying herself for whatever answer might come from the boy in front of her. And yet, when she opened them, she found he was smiling at her.

"What if I don't want to forget about that?" he asked. "I'm pretty flattered to be honest."

Marinette's eyes widened and he let out a small chuckle. 

"I mean, it's nice to know that a very talented artist thinks I look good enough to be portrayed," he said. The easygoing smile wasn't leaving his face. "I'm Luka, by the way."

"Ma-Ma-Marinette," the tattoo artist said, blushing at her stuttering.

"Well, Ma-Ma-Marinette, if you wanted to draw me, all you had to do was ask."

#sorry i'm more than a year late #lukanette #pro lukamari #endgame lukanette #lbsc minific challenge #writer's month 2021

[lowelies]

zendaya. twenty-two. cis female. she/her. asexual & cancer. ☾ ﾟ is that marlowe st. clair behind the mask? whenever i see the associate curator at musée de la vie romantique and newbie for midnight thrillers in pigalle, i think of the only living boy in new york by simon and garfunkel. rumor has it they are clever & innovative, but arrogant & standoffish can be their fatal flaws. what their neighbors call them in the marinette is the artiste.

full bio is here.

♥ ˚⊹ BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Marlowe James St. Clair. NICKNAME(S): Lowe, Marley. PREFERRED NAME(S): Lowe. BIRTH DATE: July 16th. AGE: 22. ZODIAC: Cancer. GENDER: Cis female. PRONOUNS: She/Her. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual. LIVING CONDITIONS: Apartment in the Marinette.

♥ ˚⊹ BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH: New York, New York. HOMETOWN: Machias, Maine. EDUCATION LEVEL: College dropout. FATHER: Unknown. MOTHER: Kieran St. Clair. SIBLING(S): None known. CHILDREN: None.

♥ ˚⊹ OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Art curator at Musée de la vie Romantique & Newbie for the Midnight Thrillers. SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Freelance artist. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: She enjoys it. SPENDING HABITS: Mostly on art supplies. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Leather bound sketchbook from her maternal grandmother.

♥ ˚⊹ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Zendaya Coleman. EYE COLOR: Brown. HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown. HEIGHT: 5′10. WEIGHT: 130lbs. BUILD: Skinny. TATTOOS: N/A. PIERCINGS: Lobe and cartilage piercings. MARKS/SCARS: N/A. NOTABLE FEATURES: N/A. USUAL EXPRESSION: RBF. CLOTHING STYLE: 90s Grunge. JEWELRY: None. ALLERGIES: Red meat. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: N/A.

♥ ˚⊹ PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: INTP. ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 5 [Investigator] MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral. TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic. MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: Derealization Disorder (undiagnosed). OBSESSION(S): Art. ADDICTION(S): N/A. DRUG USE: N/A. ALCOHOL USE: Drinks occasionally. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: No.

♥ ˚⊹ MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Casual. ACCENT: New England. HOBBIES: Journaling & Forgery. HABITS: Twirling her paint brushes, humming while working. NERVOUS TICKS: Nail biting. POSITIVE TRAITS: Independent, Clever, Innovative, & Methodical. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Arrogant, Nihilistic, Standoffish, & Dogmatic. SENSE OF HUMOR: Deadpan.

♥ ˚⊹ FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Making art. ANIMAL: Owl. BEVERAGE: Nitro Cold Brew. COLOR: Black. FOOD: Kraft Mac and Cheese. BOOK: Dante’s Inferno. FLOWER: Snapdragon. GEM: Obsidian. HOLIDAY: New Year’s Eve. MOVIE: I’m Thinking of Ending Things. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Train. SCENERY: Dusk. SCENT: Vanilla. SPORT: N/A. WEATHER: Wintry VACATION DESTINATION: Florence, Italy.

#terminaintro

[its-maemain]

florist!Adrien x tattoo artist!Marinette x barista!Luka

The coffee shop is either between the other two shops, or Adrien and Marinette’s shop are next to each other and the coffee shop is across the street.

Like I was obsessing all over this from zero hour to 3rd hour today. Do as you will with this.

#i love them and im right #i just think it would be cute #like luka could be doing anything else but ✨barista✨ #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #adrien x marinette x luka

[duskowithapen]

Of Flowers And Tattoo Needles Chapter Three

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A Resolution

“Don’t you dare tell her, bug!”

Luka wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. Adrien had walked into the tattoo parlour proper, standing toe to toe with his fiancée, having a full argument in front of them. If Adrien is in a relationship with this Kagami, then what was up with the pet names and the forehead kiss?

“Why are you so intent on keeping this a secret?!” Kagami demanded, waving her rapier under the blonde’s nose threateningly.

“I wanted it to be a surprise!”

“You know that I hate surprises!”

“But this is a good surprise, I promise!”

“Adrien, I swear if you got a dragon tattooed onto your chest I will do something drastic!”

“C’mon Kagami, like Marinette would let me get something so obvious-OH-GODS-DON’T-IMPALE-ME—”

Much to Juleka’s displeasure – she was watching the argument with one of her signature ‘ah yes, chaos’ smirks – Marinette intervened before blood could be shed. “Maybe we could all calm down and talk this out like rational, non-violent human beings. I don’t think bloodstains will do anything for my shop’s reputation.” She pressed a hand to her hip and started Adrien down. “Unless you want to keep playing the scaredy cat, chaton?”

Adrien’s mouth dropped open. A hand was held dramatically to his chest. “So cruel m’lady!”

Kagami huffed and lowered her weapon, turning to give Marinette a bow. “My apologies, Mari-hime. I shall eviscerate him outside.”

“Let’s just not eviscerate anyone, hmm?” Marinette sighed.

The pout that appeared on Kagami’s face made Rose giggle, and it seemed to remind the swordswoman that yes, there were other people in the store. In the back corner, while the redhead was intent on his work, the client was watching them. Kagami bowed again. “I did not realise you had other clients, Mari-hime. Was this a bad time?”

Marinette waved a hand towards the couches. “It’s okay, Gami-chan. I was about to get Luka’s tattoo started, but I should probably help my idiot of a best frien before he gets himself killed.” Adrien visibly wilted at the look Marinette gave him. She turned an apologetic smile onto Luka, and he blinked at the full force of those beautiful bluebell eyes focusing completely on him. “Are you okay if I postpone your tattoo for a little bit? I promise this won’t take too long.”

Luka shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. He was really missing his guitar now. “I’m fine with that. You’re not the only one wanting to know about someone’s tattoo,” he directed at Kagami, who hummed questioningly. “My sister and her partner have been pestering me about my tattoo all morning.”

“See!” Adrien burst out, “Keeping your tattoo secret until it’s finished is normal Kagami!”

A loud clap stopped the argument from restarting. “Alright! If everyone could just sit down, we can get this cleared up,” Marinette said in a tone that demanded total obedience. There was a glint in her eyes that suggested great violence on those who did not comply.

Luka was very lucky that he was standing in front of one of the couches in the first place. That tone of voice, that look on her face… he dared any man not to get a bit weak in the knees.

“Sounds like a plan,” Juleka murmured as she brushed past, shooting him an uncomfortably knowing look as she sat by Rose’s side. “Considering that Luka thought you and Adrien were together. Care to explain how he could have come to that conclusion?”

There was a moment of silence. Luka and Marinette’s faces flared up in identical blushes. Adrien’s face reddened slowly as he bit his lip. Kagami’s eyebrows rose past her fringe. In the back corner, the client was still watching like the whole situation was a soap drama.

Then laughter.

Luka’s head snapped up as Kagami of all people started giggling, stern face crinkling into a smile as she tried to smother her amusement behind one fist. Adrien finally took a breath, losing his battle with the laughter he’d been restraining. His tugged his fiancée down onto the other couch with him. “Oh god, really?!”

Marinette dropped into the seat beside Luka, face hidden behind her hands. He leaned in a little. “I feel like I’m missing something?” He said lowly.

A blush still stained her face when Marinette looked up. Despite their closeness, she didn’t shift away. “Just a little, yeah,” she replied hoarsely. “I just feel so stupid. There I was, practically throwing myself at you, and you seemed interested, and then Adrien walks in, and oh god, you must have thought I was some floozy, that I was flirting with you despite having a boyfriend – which we’re not by the way, I swear I’d never cheat on you – I mean, if we were together I wouldn’t cheat – not that I’d cheat on Adrien if we were together, which again, we aren’t – but I wouldn’t have said those things or done anything if I was with someone else, but you didn’t know that, and ugh it’s all just a great big fucking mess –” Marinette stopped with a sudden inhale as Luka pressed a finger to her lips.

“It’s okay, Marinette,” he whispered, ignoring their avid audience. “I admit, I was confused, but I figured I could try and clear it up today anyway. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d made a wrong assumption,” he said with a self-depreciating chuckle, “I’ve never been all that good with people. I find it easier to communicate through my music than anything else.”

Marinette opened her mouth to reply, and Luka had to restrain a shiver at the feeling of soft lips against his guitar calluses. “I really am sorry, Luka. I keep forgetting how mine and Adrien’s… dynamic can be seen by other people.” She paused for a moment, looking away, before continuing, “And I think you communicate pretty well like this. Better than my anxiety-fuelled rambling anyway.”

Luka leaned in a little closer, drawing his finger down her chin and barely brushing her neck before pulling it away. “I thought it was kinda adorable,” he whispered.

Adrien coughed, pulling the two out of their haze. “Uh, I just wanted to apologise, Luka. I’m a very touchy-feely kinda person, and I keep forgetting that not everyone, y’know, hugs and kisses and just generally touch their friends as much as I do. I was… isolated as a kid, and I never really got the concept of personal space.” Now, didn’t that sound concerning?

He waved a hand at the nervous looking blonde. “That’s okay Adrien. I can get a bit touchy too – I shouldn’t have made assumptions. People have thought the same thing about Juleka and I before.” That had made for a very awkward conversation as they explained to the landlady no, they weren’t teenage lovers, but siblings who had decided to move in together.

“It’s all the nicknames,” Juleka said with a smirk, “Wasn’t it your dad you asked if he needed to design two wedding dresses, Adrien?”

Marinette groaned deeply and twisted to bury her face in Luka’s shoulder, hand grasping his jacket just in front of her face. “Don’t remind me,” she said, words half-muffled, “I can’t look Mr Agreste in the eye anymore!”

“Out of curiosity, where did the nicknames come from?” Luka asked, trying to keep a straight face as he wrapped an arm around Marinette’s waist, holding her to his side. Based on Juleka’s fake retch, he wasn’t very successful.

It was Adrien’s turn to blush, as he grabbed Kagami’s hand. “Well, like I said, I was an isolated kid. The only kind of unsupervised social interaction I got was when I played Ultimate Mecha Strike online. When I was thirteen, I met a player called Buginette03 – who tuned out to be Marinette – and we got pretty close, despite not sharing our real names. I’d ask Bug for advice when it came to my father, or later on, social stuff, and then she’d ask me for help when her anxiety spiked, or she started catastrophising.”

“And he’d use me as a sounding board for his awful pickup lines,” Marinette cut in, finally pulling her head away from Luka’s arm. It suddenly felt very cold. “You are such a cat-ch is a horrible excuse of both a line and a pun.”

“Hey! It worked with Kagami, didn’t it?”

Both Marinette and Kagami rolled their eyes. “Obviously, she took pity on you, kitty,” the tattooist said, deadpan.

“I found your determination in finding a successful line pitiful enough to be amusing.” Was Kagami’s response.

“Meowch!” Adrien said, insulted. “So cruel, ganging up on a poor cat!”

Marinette rolled her eyes and turned to face Luka properly. “Anyway, after almost a years worth of playing with each other and chatting, we decided to… reveal ourselves, I guess? I was so surprised when I realised that the snarky, goofy LostKittenOnTheCatwalk was actually in my class.”

Adrien slapped Kagami gently when she scoffed at his username. “Hey, I thought it was funny! I was thirteen!” He shook his head for a second. “But yeah, I was both surprised but not when I found out that Marinette was Buginette. Like, once I knew, I wondered how I could have thought it was anyone else.”

“We tried to date for a little bit,” Marinette said, taking up the narrative. “We thought that it was a ‘meant to be’ kind of thing, but it didn’t really work out.”

“We’re partners, but not? We work better as close friends, or siblings, rather than lovers,” Adrien looked at Marinette with a small smile. “I’m just glad that Marinette chose to remain friends with me. Probably not her smartest move,” he said with a shrug, “But oh well.”

Kagami flicked Adrien in the shoulder as Marinette pulled a pencil out nowhere and threw it. “Don’t get started on that again, chaton,” The tattooist said sternly. “We were both young, and stupid, and made you, stupid mistakes that we both learned from. And I will get Kagami to bash that into your thick head if I have to!”

Adrien waggled his eyebrows halfheartedly. “Not wanting to bruise me up yourself, m’lady?”

Marinette’s response was a raised eyebrow and crossed arms. “I think I’ll leave that dubious honour to Kagami. Besides, I already got to stab you.”

“Indeed,” Kagami said with a frown, “I am still waiting for an explanation of your tattoo, Adrien.”

“Well-look-at-the-time-gotta-GO!” Adrien was on his feet in an instant, sprinting out of the store. “See-ya-later-guys-bye!”

Kagami followed suit with a low bow, a murmur on how nice it was to meet them all, and then she was gone, smirk crossing her lips and sword held firmly in one hand. Luka wasn’t sure if he should be worried about Adrien’s safety or not.

His attention was pulled away when Marinette patted his arm. “They’ll be alright,” she soothed, “Kagami’s been stressing out over a fencing competition for a while, so Adrien’s been drawing out the whole ‘no you can’t see what my tattoo is’ thing so that she’ll actually take a break. Pretty sure this is the first time she’s left the dojo for something other than food or sleep for a week.”

“What is Adrien’s tattoo?” Rose asked, leaning forward.

“I’ve still got the concept page, if you’ll just give me a moment…” Marinette jumped up and rifled through her desk, returning with a thick, tattered at the edges sketchbook. She flicked it open to a drawing of a curled up dragon the size of Luka’s palm. It was Chinese style – all long body, short legs, fur crest running down it’s length, flowing whiskers – in various shades of black and red. The crest was a pale shade of yellow, contrasting with the dark gold underbelly. Lighter gold made up the claws and teeth. The eyes were, surprisingly, a rather normal brown. The dragon was curled into a circle, with it’s jaw open. Interestingly, it wasn’t breathing fire, but rather a stream of what appeared to be wind, portrayed in curling lines of grey that created clouds around the dragon. Scattered throughout were tiny gold stars.

“It’s beautiful, Marinette,” Luka breathed, glancing up at the blushing artist. “You’re incredibly skilled.”

Her stammers were covered up by Rose’s squeals. “It’s so detailed Marinette! I take it that the dragon is meant to be Kagami?”

“Ye-yeah. It’s inspired by a story about the dragon of the stars, which was one of Kagami’s favourite when she was little, and Adrien wanted to have it curled up over his heart to show how she both owns his heart and protects it – thus the clouds and kina scary expression.” Marinette traced over the drawing slowly. “Definitely one of my best works.”

“Just one of your best?” Luka asked lowly.

When Marinette looked up, a blush still tinted her cheeks, but there was a determined spark in her eye. “Yeah. There’s this messy haired florist who’s getting my best tattoo at some point, if he still has time to have it done?”

“I’m all yours Marinette.” And oh, how Luka hoped he could make that literal.

“Well, that’s our cue to leave,” Juleka said with a smirk, grasping a protesting Rose by the shoulders and pushing her towards the door. “I expect progress photo, big brother!”

He just waved a hand in her direction, not taking his eyes off Marinette’s. “Yeah, yeah, I will, you impatient brat.”

When the door shut behind them, Marinette extended one ink-stained hand. “So. Ready to get stabbed?”

Luka took it. “By you? Always.”

A few days later, after tattoos were drawn, inked, admired, wrapped and cared for, Luka appeared outside Charmed Ink. In his hands was a large bouquet of flowers – Pink orchids, larkspur, daffodils, cherry blossoms, blue morning glories and hyacinths. In the very centre was a single lilac.

For love beginning.  

#miraculous ladybug fanfiction #of flowers and tattoo needles #lukanette #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #marinette x luka #tattoo artist/florist au #tattoo artist marinette

[verfound]

WIPWed: Festering Edition: 6/9/21: The Girl with Flowers in Her Bones

@chrwrites @mamanabeille It's definitely not what you're thinking... (...it might be what MA's thinking? I can't remember if you were in school!hell when this one started.)

Ok, so...say it with me: Tattoo Artist Flower Shop Hallmark Fantasy AU. 😂 I have nothing beyond notes and the start of an outline for this. I wanted to get it written for June, but then Life and Hey Stupid happened. It started when I saw this post about carving bones, and the picture with the flowers is what sparked things. And at the time I think there was a lot of talk about Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AUs, and Quick was in the middle of her Hallmark AU, and one thing led to another and now...Quick did the Hallmark Christmas AU. This is supposed to be a Hallmark Wedding AU. 😂 Only Spoopy, bc me.

So the summary: Luka Couffaine just wants to be able to breathe again. A trip back to his sleepy hometown sounds like just the ticket, until his sister-in-law ropes him into working the wedding season at her flower shop. Being surrounded by love and romance is the last thing Luka needs, until he spies the new skelegirl next door with flowers etched into her bones. Together, they might just discover the True Meaning of Love.

No snippets yet as it's just notes/outline, but the gist is below the cut.

Luka is a naga (bc it's a fantasy AU) rock star who, for Reasons (a publicity ex that jaded his view on the world/love), is burnt out and needs to come home. Rose is a nymph who runs a flower shop with her wife Juleka. Wedding Season is their Christmas, and right before it hits their best worker leaves (to get married herself, of course), so she asks Luka if he could help out at the shop. It seems like a great place to lay low and help his favorite girls out, except it keeps throwing romance and twu wuv in his face.

Marinette is a skeleton that owns the tattoo parlor next to Rose and Jueka's flower shop. In life, Marinette was an aspiring fashion designer, but fashion is too painful for her post-death. She became a tattoo artist/bone engraver in death, and that's become her art/outlet now. (Those with skin she inks, but skeletons have these intricate engravings/etchings/carvings on their bones. There's a bunch of backstory here on why it's important to feeling alive, but I'll leave that for the fic. 😘)

Rose immediately goes into Shipper Queen Mode, Juleka wants her to reign herself in, and Luka...despite his best efforts, is entranced. He's never met a skele with so much life before. And Marinette has carved every inch of her bones with flowers: delicate etchings on her skull, cherry blossoms on her ribs, splays of flowers on her arms/legs. The closer they get, he starts to hear the music again, until he's writing a song about her called "The Girl With Flowers In Her Bones".

...so Quick did Christmas. I'm gonna do weddings. Now we need the Hallmark Fall AU, the Hallmark Spring AU, the Hallmark Mysteries AU, and I think either Mal or Knit said they'd do the LIfetime AU? 😂 It was joked that it would become a "Five Times LBSC Did Hallmark (and One Time They Did Lifetime)" thing. 😂

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #rose lavillant #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #wip wednesday #wip wednesday: festering folder edition #chrwrites #mamanabeille #the girl with flowers in her bones #tafshmf au #yeah it's a mouthful 😂 #tattoo artist au #flower shop au #hallmark au #fantasy au #naga au #skeleton au #wedding au #hallmark wedding au #bones don't have nerve endings #skeles don't feel #and it can affect how they relate to life #but marinette is so alive #and she's full of flowers #and luka is smitten #ask mal about how they bone I dare you 😂

[meru90]

literally all of the sudden i got an urge to draw adrinette from my old florist/ tattoo artist au :> 

#adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml #ladybug #miraculous ladybug #au #fanart #flowershop au #tattoo artist au #ladynoir #marichat #ladrien

[junietc]

ink flows well when drawing flowers (adriennette)

adriennette x flower shop and tattoo artist au

pairing: adrien x marinette

word count: 4489

warning: none, just an immense load of fluff

summary: marinette often finds herself spending time at a certain blonde boy’s flower shop 

a/n: it felt only fitting that i made marinette the tattoo artist since she was super into drawing and adrien is just adorable as fuck as flower shop owner. also, happy five year anniversary miraculous! thought i would celebrate with this fluffy one-shot

feel free to leave some requests and hope you enjoy ~

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Dupois road was known for its multitude of shops and variety of small cafes that adorned the streets; but what it wasn’t known for was its little flower shop that stood at the end of the road. It was small and not all that well known, but those who went there always left a good review and frequently returned as regular customers.

Though Marinette Dupain Cheng was not one of those customers, she did find herself drawn to the quaint little shop and quite fond of its owner, Adrien Agreste.

No matter the day, she always seemed to find time to stop by the small shop. The large windows allowed for a bountiful stream of light to illuminate the store and the sun seemed to only rival the warmth of the smile that Adrien would give her as she walked in.

“Back again already?” Adrien’s voice was obviously teasing but inviting, nonetheless.

“It’s my lunch break and I’d much rather spend it here than stuck third wheeling Alya and Nino.” She took her usual seat across from him near the end of the counter. “Besides, it’s not as if I’m harassing your customers. If I vividly recall, plenty of your costumers find me absolutely charming.”

Marinette smiled goofily in attempt to poke fun at the blonde. It had been merely a week ago that a customer had walked in when Adrien was feeling slightly agitated and reacted more abrasively than usual. So, Marinette tried to assuage the situation by being her cheerful self and was thereafter deemed “absolutely charming”.

Marinette giggled, taking out her sketchbook as Adrien rolled his eyes at the girl before joining her, resting his elbows on the counter-top. “Remind me why you keep coming in here?”

“I’m offended, Sunshine, I always thought you enjoyed my company.” The two shared a laugh before she went back to her doodling and responded properly. “I suppose flowers are a common request, so practice is always helpful.”

Marinette worked at the tattoo parlor just a couple stores down from the flower shop and was one of their most popular artists. Though she herself wasn’t adorned in tattoos like some of her coworkers were, she did have a couple scattered across her body. There was one of a ladybug on the inside of her ankle done by her best friend Alya and another of a cluster of macrons on the side of her rib-cage in honor of her parents’ bakery opening up its second store in London. There were various other little ones that she might’ve given herself with a stick and poke on late nights where there was nothing else to do, though those held less of a significance.

Moving away from the counter and into the back-storage, Adrien’s voice rang with a question. “Well then, what flower do you need for today’s practice?”

Marinette thought for a moment, eyes trailing around the shop, looking at the various arrays of plants that adorned the walls and clusters of flowers placed in vases. The store smelt fresh and the floral perfumes eased her nose after being cooped up in a room with somebody for at least an hour. “You choose for me this time,” she finally responded, eager to see what he would pick out for her.

“Are you sure?” she heard him ask. She hummed a yes in response and flipped to a new page in her drawing book. “Alright, then. A white gardenia for you, Ms. Marinette.” He walked back in holding a white flower in his hand. “White gardenias symbolize purity and trust and are given to convey the message that the recipient of these flowers is lovely.”

“Is this your way of telling me that you find me lovely, Agreste?”

“Quite the flirt, aren’t you?” he rolled his eyes as she smirked taking the flower from his hand and examining it. It was a beautiful flower and Marinette was delighted to understand what it had meant. This was something that she looked forward to every time she entered the shop. Learning what each flower meant was a joy because it meant that she could give her friends and family flowers not only for the beauty of them, but with a secret message.

Placing the flower down in front of her, she sketched out the basic shape of the flower in pencil, later adding the petals and smaller details. Once she felt confident enough in her design, she changed to her pen and drew a replica. Adrien watched her draw, fascinated by her precision and focus. His eyes were glued to her paper and were only interrupted by the sudden ringing of the chimes above the entrance door.

The sound alerted Adrien as he stepped away from Marinette and smiled at the customer. “Welcome! Can I help you with a flower arrangement or are you just browsing?” It was his usual greeting that Marinette had grown accustomed to hearing after popping into the store every so often. The lady that had walked in smiled at him before speaking.

“Hi! I’m looking to buy some flowers for my girlfriend. She’s coming home after being gone for a year working abroad so I’m picking her up from the airport.” She looked excited; her eyes filled with a sense of joy that caused Adrien to smile.

He nodded and thought for a moment before quickly dashing to the storage room once again. He came out with a pair of flowers: a pink lily and a white orchid. “Here, star gazer lilies and white orchards are both ways of conveying ‘I miss you’ but I think that considering she is your girlfriend, the lilies would be better suited. They symbolize admiration and missing another, so I think they’ll work out well.” He handed her the flowers and she inhaled its scent before smiling brightly.

“They’re perfect. I’ll take a bouquet please?” Adrien nodded before starting to build the arrangement. Marinette watched him carefully take the flowers and wrap them up in cellophane, his fingers folding the plastic gently and taping the ends with a sticker. As he handed her the flowers, she thanked him, paying for them before heading off with a smile evident on her face.

He waved goodbye before returning to Marinette who was still drawing and tapping her on the shoulder. “Coffee?” The smile on her face was enough of a response for her to slam her sketchbook shut and stand up.

“Sounds perfect.”

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Adrien was growing accustomed to hearing the tinkling of chimes at noon signaling Marinette’s lunch break. So, when he noticed it was already 1:31 and Marinette had yet to make an appearance, it was safe to say that he was slightly alarmed.

The bells suddenly chimed, and Adrien would be lying if he were to say he wasn’t the tiniest bit disappointed when his best friend Nino appeared through the doorway instead of the bluenette. “Nino! Surprised to see you here.” An automatic smile made its way to Adrien’s face as he and the bespectacled boy exchanged a hug. “I assume you’re here for some flowers?”

“Yeah, I need to pick up some flowers for Alya actually.” He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “It’s our six-month anniversary today and I forgot to buy some so here I am. At the best flower shop in all of Paris.”

Adrien chuckled at his forgetful friend before picking up a couple of roses in the back and creating a bouquet. “If it makes you feel any better, Alya came in this morning before her shift.” Nino’s eyes widened in surprise before laughing and taking the roses from the blonde. “You two really are perfect for each other,” he teased as Nino paid for the flowers.

“I suppose we are.” A heartfelt smile rested on the boy as he grinned at Adrien. “I noticed you looked disappointed when I walked in. You weren’t expecting a certain tattoo artist, now were you?”

Though he refused to admit it, his felt his cheeks tinge pink as the words left his best friend’s lips. “I – she usually comes in much earlier, so I was concerned alright. It’s nothing like that.” He was reassuring Nino but at the same time if felt as though he were trying to reassure himself. He didn’t like Marinette, did he?

“I didn’t mention any names.” Adrien’s cheeks turned a more violent shade of red as his friend laughed. Nino made no further mention of the girl but something about the smug smile that tugged on his lips made Adrien think otherwise.

After his friend left, Adrien went back to work, rearranging the bouquets or sweeping any loose petals that were scattered across the wooden floor. Ten minutes, maybe fifteen had passed before the doors to his store opened again. His back was still turned away as he tried to reshelf some flowers, so he responded with his typical greeting, “Welcome! If you need any help with an arrangement, I’ll be with in a just a second and but if you’re just browsing go right –”

“Didn’t you just switch up those flowers yesterday Sunshine?” a knowing voice teased him, causing him to turn around.

“I reckoned you were finally going to show up. I suppose the shop was getting a bit too quiet for my taste,” he joked as the girl made her way to the counter. “Don’t you have a shift right now?”

Marinette clucked her tongue before dropping off her things on the counter top. “Alya’s watching for me. She owes me a shift anyways considering how many times I’ve taken hers because of an impromptu date with her boyfriend,” she walked over to where Adrien was, holding up a couple of the flowers that he was moving. “Need any help?”

“What? No practice today?” Adrien took the flowers from her hand and placed them into a vase, moving the flowers around for the prettiest arrangement. “Could you pass me those roses? The red ones,” Marinette nodded, reaching over to grab the flowers but as she was trying to pass them to him, her foot tripped over the broom that Adrien had left leaning against the wall. Before she could face-splat against the floor, Adrien quickly discarded his flowers and caught her, arm slipping around her waist.

“Agh!” Marinette squealed as he held her upright. His arm was snaked around her waist, supporting her balance and their faces were close to the other. The room was quiet and all that could be heard were the sounds of their hearts beating rapidly. A blush tinged both of their cheeks as they stared into the other’s eyes.

Adrien was quicker to react, apologizing profusely; “are you alright? Sorry I really should have put that broom away earlier I just wasn’t expecting –” before another word could be spoken Marinette stopped him with her own apologizing.

“You’re sorry? I should be sorry! I was being careless and clumsy, and I should’ve watched where I was going before –” Marinette rambled, only to be cut off by somebody clearing their throat. The two looked behind them to see a man who couldn’t have been all that much older than them with a grin.

“Though I apologize for interrupting the two of you I was wondering if I could get some help with a bouquet?” the two young adults both blushed at the reminder and immediately separated. Adrien was quick to clean up before aiding the man in his needs.

Marinette went back to her spot at the counter and tied her hair up in a bun, trying to avoid contact with either males in the room, doodling in her sketchbook. From what she had gathered this was the man’s first date and he wanted it to be perfect. She smiled at the thought of being gifted flowers, her pen quickly sketching the scene in front of her.

From her spot at the end of the counter she watched as he wrapped the peonies he had selected into a bouquet and handed them the man at the other side of the register. Her lips tugged into a smile as she watched him graciously converse about the man’s upcoming date and how excited he was. Something about watching Adrien easily talk to all his clients always made Marinette filled to the brim with happiness. Looking down at the drawing in front of her, she traced over the lines on his arms of the still image of him handing the flowers to the man.

“What’cha drawing now?” his voice had suddenly rung as Marinette jumped in surprise.

“Adrien! I didn’t see you there,” she quickly squealed, slamming her sketchbook shut as he leaned over her shoulder. She turned around, eyes meeting the blonde. She was startled by how close he was to her yet again. Her eyes seemed to travel down his face, admiring his features as the sunlight hit them. In attempts to diverge the conversation and hide her now rosy cheeks, Marinette motioned towards the shelf; “do you need any more help with cleaning up? I’m here for the rest of the hour.”

Adrien looked over at the small mess that they had made before nodding.

“That would be perfect.”

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The tattoo parlor that Marinette worked at had a drastically different aesthetic than the little flower shop Adrien was used to. The walls were a dark grey colour that contrasted with the white designs that decorated the walls. There were shelves placed around the parlor that were filled with knick knacks and various other decorations. On the walls were also different framed artworks and photographs of tattoos or drawings and most of the light came from the pot lights that were sporadically placed above him.

He made note of how the shop was always playing music as he walked in, waving hello to Alya who was leaning against the table that stood in the front of the parlor.

Her eyebrows raised upon seeing the ex-model as she faked surprise. “Agreste? What are you doing here? Ooh lemme guess, here to pick up Marinette for your first date?” the auburn-haired girl teased.

“Haha, very funny Alya,” Marinette walked in, a smile appearing on her face when she saw Adrien. “You ready for your first tattoo?” How Marinette had convinced Adrien to get his first tattoo he knew not. But he was still eager and excited for the experience and it didn’t hurt the he would get to be around Marinette some more.

Alya’s face contorted to one of shock. “A tattoo? If somewhere to tell me that the Adrien Agreste were getting a tattoo, I would’ve never believed it.”

“Well a lot of people didn’t believe I quit my father’s modeling agency and opened up a store but here we are,” the three laughed at his response before Marinette made signal for him to follow her into the area in the back of the parlor.

She motioned for him to take a seat on the large longue chair in front of him and disappeared for moment, returning with a booklet. She handed it to him and opened the book. “You can look through here if you want any ideas but considering this is your first tattoo, I would recommend going for something simpler than the designs that are in the back of the book.” Adrien thought for a moment flipping through the contents of the book, stopping at certain designs, contemplating them before continuing to look through the rest of them. “Nothing catching your eye?” she asked.

“Actually, I was thinking of doing a flower, but I still don’t know which one,” Marinette smiled. Of course, he would want a flower, he does work in a flower shop after all. “I thought it would be only fitting since you practice drawing flowers in my shop all the time.”

“A flower by yours truly? I suppose it is rather fitting,” she smiled and thought of the varieties of flowers that he could choose from. “What flower are you thinking of? A rose? That one’s popular. Perhaps a lily? You always liked those. Maybe a –”

“You pick for me,” the confidence in his voice took Marinette by surprise. Though she was touched by the trust that he had in her for choosing a reasonable tattoo, she was still taken a back that he wanted her to choose his first tattoo.

“Are you sure? But this – I mean, this is your first tattoo you know?”

“I know.”

“Then why would you want me to –”

“Because I want the tattoo to mean something to me.”

“You work in a flower shop and yet none of those flowers mean anything to you?” Marinette deadpanned, ignoring the cheeky grin that appeared on the blonde’s face.

“The one you choose will,” he said it with pure confidence as he smiled. It would be a blatant lie to say that Marinette’s face had not turned bright red at his remark.

Curse how smooth he was.

She tried to smother her blush as she pondered. What would be the best choice for Sunshine boy himself? An idea clicked through her mind as she smiled excitedly. “How about a sunflower? The only flower that could rival with you, sunshine boy.”

The smile on Adrien’s face was more than enough to know that Marinette’s choice was a perfect one.

After ten minutes of coming up with initial design and chatting with Adrien, Marinette settled on a smaller, simple design, very minimalistic and Adrien decided on placing it on his left upper arm, near the shoulder. After prepping the design and cleaning the area where the tattoo was going to go, Marinette was ready to get started.

Adrien was surprisingly good with the pain and remained still throughout the process. The two talked for nearly the entirety of the time, catching up about life and just gossiping about their friends.

“What’s your favourite flower Marinette?” he winced slightly, due to the pain. Though she was used to him pestering her with questions, she still wondered how many questions the green-eyed boy had in him.

Marinette thought for a moment, eyes trailing over his exposed arm before settling on an answer. “I suppose it’s always been a cherry blossom. Call me corny but they remind me of spring and it’s just always so beautiful to see them,” she paused from her work and pulled down slightly on her t-shirt, showcasing her collarbone. “I got it done when I had just turned twenty. Probably my most painful one but I love it nonetheless,” on the skin underneath her collarbone was a cherry blossom branch that reached out to her shoulder. It was pink and delicate looking and somehow Adrien found himself staring at its beauty for much longer than he’d anticipated.

“You say it as if you haven’t been twenty in ages. You’re only twenty-one Marinette,” he mentioned with a provoking smile.

“And you’re only twenty-two. So, don’t try and act like you’re so much wiser than me Sunshine,” she teased him before going back to her work.

Adrien leaned back into the chair and thought of his life a couple years ago before he had decided to open his shop, how his father would react to such ludicrous idea. Not only is he “tarnishing” his skin but the idea that his first tattoo would be of a sunflower? He would have been thrown out of the house if he were still living there.

They continued to talk, somehow stumbling across the topic of dating. “How did it go with that one guy you went out with?” though he didn’t show it, Adrien was tinged with jealousy. He wasn’t quite sure why though, just the feeling, perhaps the idea of Marinette being close with somebody else made him upset. It was probably just that he was afraid she wouldn’t pop into the store as often. Yeah, that seemed like a suitable response.

“Kim? We didn’t go out. We’re just friends, have been since we were in middle school,” the idea of dating her swimmer friend was one that Marinette refused to think of. Though she was confused as to why Adrien thought it was a date. “Though he did say that he had a friend who was potentially interested. I think his name was Luka, I’m going to be meeting with him in a couple days.”

An exasperated sigh slipped out of his mouth. Though he didn’t wish to intrude on her love life, he still felt compelled to tell her that going on date might’ve been a bad idea. Why? He had yet to find an excuse suitable enough to tell her because based on what he had read in books and in movies, “I don’t know”, was a bullshit answer. “Oh?” he managed to respond.

“You holding up alright?” she asked him sincerely. Her words seemed to be laced in concerned after seeing the blonde close his eyes in pain. He nodded his head and before she went back to work. There wasn’t much more left to do, just a couple touch ups and details and before they knew it, Marinette was done.

Standing up she handed him a mirror to look at the final product. “And we’re done! Wasn’t so bad now was it,” she gave herself a little pat on the back for her work. Adrien examined the tattoo and smiled upon seeing it.

“It looks perfect! What do you think?” the flower was beautiful, and Adrien couldn’t have been more ecstatic about the results. His eyes looked up to meet Marinette’s and she flashed him a grin.

“Almost as bright as you, Sunshine boy.”

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Call it fate, call it not wanting to spend an hour stuck in the tattoo parlor where her coworkers were complaining about how their boss wasn’t letting them break for the weekend, whatever it was, it caused Marinette to spend another one of her lunch breaks at Adrien’s flower shop.

“I’ve got a pot of pansies for you to practice drawing, their sitting in your usual spot,” Adrien responded, currently on the phone. Marinette looked over to see a fresh pot of purple pansies and smiled. She took a seat and started to draw, waiting for Adrien to get off the phone.  

Her eyes were focused on the drawing in front of her. The ink of her pen slowly running out especially considering how long she’d had it for. She included a beautiful intricate design engraved into the pansies and went over the lines in ink, shading where she felt like made sense.

She felt his figure watching her process from behind the counter and met his eyes. “Thoughts?” she asked him, curious to know what he thought of the drawing. She turned her sketchbook so that it would face him, and he looked at it eagerly.

“It’s gorgeous as always,” he grinned at her, lightly tracing over the drawing with his finger. “You know, pansies were actually used in the Victorian Era for secret courting. They mean loving thoughts or that you are thinking of the other,” he continued to ramble on about the flower and Marinette watched him, finding it adorable how nerdy he would get about flowers and what they meant.

Not that she would admit that to anyone.

Marinette inhaled the sweet scent of the pansies and played with its petals. “I had no idea that these were such romantic flowers,” she had to admit that hanging around Adrien had opened her eyes to how many other flowers there were. Before their encounter she could probably name only a couple flowers but now her floral vocabulary consisted of at least twenty. “You know I had a client ask me for a tattoo of a gardenia and they looked so excited when I knew what they were. What would I do if you didn’t have your little flower shop?”

“I’m sure you could find another flower shop to practice at,” Adrien chuckled, heading to the back to start on another arrangement order.

But none of those flower shops would have an owner as charming as you. Marinette thought watching him come up with a cluster of pink and red roses. The two sat in a comfortable silence, Adrien messing around with an array of flowers at the counter as Marinette sat on the opposite side, now practicing drawing the bouquet of hyacinths that Adrien had given her after the pansies were done. Her pen moved along the paper, eyes shifting from up to look at the flowers to back down.

Fiddling with the rose in his hand he asked her a question. “How did your date with the Luka boy go?” His voice seemed quieter than usual, as though he had been nervous to ask. Shrugging her shoulders, she kept her eyes on the piece in front of her.

“It was alright,” she hummed, fingers outlining the corners of the paper. “But we both agreed that we would be better off as friends.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Adrien set down the roses. “Well if you’re any interested, my friend thinks you’re cute,”

Marinette didn’t look up from her drawing but snorted in response, “What friend?”

“Me,” swallowing whatever pride he might’ve had left, he confessed. “I’m the friend.”

His voice seemed nonchalant and a smug smile rested on his lips as the words escaped his mouth but the rapid beating of his heart in his chest was a dead giveaway that the boy was nervous. The pen in Marinette’s hand nearly dropped in surprise. “Oh? You should’ve told me earlier. I think your friend is quite adorable himself,” she let out a laugh as her eyes finally met his.

“Really?”

“I mean, it’s hard to resist a ball of sunshine,” Adrien snorted at her comment as he leaned closer to her from across the counter. His face was much closer to hers than it had ever been, his green eyes more vibrant than usual. Marinette smiled, moving closer as well, leaving a smaller space between the two, a heavy blush marking her cheeks.

“Is it now?”

Adrien sealed the space between their lips, a smile forming as they kissed. It was soft and delicate, the smells of the roses he had left on the table filling the air. After they parted, a pair of lovesick smiles were prominently displayed on their faces.

“And it’s even harder to resist when that ball of sunshine is as good of a kisser as you are,” she teased once more, causing him to roll his eyes before locking their lips once again.

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[luckycharmer]

In the realm of the au where Marinette grows up to become a tattoo artist, she still practices fashion design in her spare time. Since getting tattoos herself she liked being able to display them. It starts out small with her wearing clothes that simply doesnt cover them (small tattoos on her arms, legs, and collarbone).

Then she gets an intricate tattoo on her back which she loves to show off, so naturally she puts together a blouse with a completely translucent back. Next she gets a half-sleeve with a beautiful floral pattern that she doodles onto an old tshirt, extending the pattern so it blooms across her torso. She takes this idea and transfers it to a short-sleeve sundress she wears often in the spring. Clients take notice of her clothes and ask where she got them, then if she takes commissions for clothes for them as well.

She doesnt really consider doing so until Adrien gets a large, wild, geometric design on his back, and, hearing the buzz about her online, asks for her to embelish his suit jacket so that the back of it has the same pattern in the fabric (he’s not ready to tell his father yet but he wants to display it just the same). Just a subtle effect that catches the light a little differently than the rest of the fabric to make it more matte where there are black lines and shimmer where there are white lines.

Just a cool au where Marinette can be both a tattoo artist and design clothes at the same time

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