#unscrewing itself halfway through the day lol

[waddles-ex-machina]

oops I forgot to mention that uhh the new wand is done!! it’s been finished for a while tbh, I just procrastinated on gluing it all back together and taking a semi-decent pic. there’s only a couple key changes I made - re-doing it so it has the zig-zag bend ofc and coating the copper base part so it doesn’t tarnish and stays shiny :)

anyway THIS is as close to canon as I can make it!! I’m glad it’s done and I’m very proud of it but also I am never doing this again lol

here are the main ref pics I based it on for comparison:

and here are some closeups of what the gem looks like when light hits it bc it’s so pretty

(how obvious is it that it’s just living as a paperweight on my desk between cons)

#hilda the series #Hilda netflix #Hilda kaisa #Hilda the librarian #wand #cosplay #post tag #ignore my weird hands #thanks ppl who expressed concern for my well-being on the last post I can’t honestly say u were wrong #I feel like I should mention that a part of why I re-did it was bc I already knew I was gonna have to dismantle and change some stuff #after the 1st con #mainly the copper thing and also I needed to re-glue the gem on anyway bc it turns out superglue does not cut it and the gem started #unscrewing itself halfway through the day lol #anyway I had Reasons #y’all can decide for yourselves whether this reflects on my sanity better or worse #ALSO idk maybe I’ll add on and talk abt how I made it if only bc I need to boost the seller who made the gem for me #I was really struggling for that part and they totally saved me #and it’s so prettyy gem go brr ✨

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Pique, Turn - #AdrienAugust

Day 11 - “Partners” @adrienaugust

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Might make this into a multi chap idk lol

His shoes squeaked on the floor as he lifted one leg up, bringing his arms to a circle shape, and made a 360-degree turn… one, two, and three times. Green eyes stared at the same spot across the room, keeping the blonde boy from getting dizzy. When he stops spinning, he releases his tight hold by allowing his right foot to fall behind him into his prepping position.

He breathes a smile as the dance teacher claps, commenting on his technique and how it is nearly perfect.

“Thank you again, Adrien, for agreeing to step in for this competition season,” she says.

Adrien smiles, walking over to his bag by the wall and picking up his water bottle. Unscrewing the cap, he responds.

“It’s no problem! I needed a change of environment, actually. My mother’s studio gets kinda stuffy sometimes.”

Her content expression turns into something more sullen as he takes a large gulp of water.

“Ah, yes. I am so sorry for your loss. How are you doing?”

He shrugs, screwing the bottle cap on.

“I’m alright. Dancing helps me take my mind off the tragedy, at least.”

That’s all it takes for her happy, contented expression to return.

“I’m glad! Well, our group lesson is about to begin. I’d like to introduce you to everyone, as well as your duet partner.”

He nods, grateful that the conversation is back to dance.

“Of course. I’m going to have a snack real quick, if that’s okay.”

“Yes! Take your time.”

She turns away and walks out of the room, leaving him alone in the dance studio.

He sighs, wanting nothing else but to dance, but he knows that his body needs fuel. Especially after such a tiring class.

Adrien’s mother had opened a dance studio a few years before he was born, so he had been training ever since he could remember. After she had tragically passed away from cancer two months ago, he had fought to keep the studio up and running. But as he told Ms. Monroe, it has been very stressful. Adrien feels as if he’s suffocating, simply being there. That’s why he couldn’t resist taking her offer for dancing on her advanced team.

He had been an instructor, taking over his mother’s duties when she had fallen ill. Coming back to his roots was refreshing, to say the least. Plus, he gets to meet his new team, which he is so excited for.

After snacking on his carrots and scrolling through Instagram for a few minutes, the sound of footsteps catches his attention. He looks to the door, finding a girl with curly brown hair and woah.

His chewing ceases as he ogles the bluenette walking in next to her. She’s beautiful. With her shiny, black hair that looked blue in the light… her pink lips.

He blinks, shaking his head and looking away.

I can’t think like that. Be professional, Adrien. Don’t disappoint your mother.

Before he’s even aware, class has started.

Ms. Monroe clears her throat and brings her hands together, making a smack sound echo throughout the room.

“Hi everybody! So as you all know, Tommy just recently moved to Ohio to be with his family due to an emergency. This put a halt on our competition rehearsal schedule. I have taken it upon myself to find a new member for our advanced team, so if you could all please welcome Adrien Agreste!”

She gestures him to join her, to which he does, and the girls in the front row seem to freeze. A blush creeps onto his cheeks as he watches their eyes widen, turning to look at one another in alarm.

“He is an instructor at the Agreste Dance Company. He has been kind enough to help us train for and win this next competition! I will be introducing him to his duet dance partner privately after we rehearse our group number.”

Adrien’s eyes find the bluenette from earlier, causing her cheeks to flush. 

She looks to her feet, knowing that Tommy was my partner so that means Adrien will be my partner. Ohmygosh he is SO HOT—

Ms. Monroe’s clap brings her back to reality.

“Alright, let’s practice!”

——

The group routine went smooth enough, considering that Adrien was still learning all of the moves. He would be lying if his eyes weren’t on a certain blue-haired beauty in front of him. Her movements were fluid and elegant, as if she was an angel floating across the room.

It was a jazz piece, and each snap of her arm or leg caught his attention. He knows that everyone is supposed to work in conjunction and that one person shouldn’t stand out more than the others, but it isn’t his studio and he’s not in the place to critique. Thank goodness, because this girl deserves every solo.

She’s beautiful and talented, and her eyes sparkle and — okay, be professional.

It’s hard to be professional, though, when she’s right there.

“Alright, everyone! That was excellent. Keep up the good work and I will see you all tomorrow.

“Marinette, Adrien. Could you two stay after?”

He wasn’t sure who Marinette was, but he was about to meet her.

Everyone starts to slowly file out of the room, and he glances around nervously to see who isn’t moving to leave. The curly-haired girl with glasses is already halfway out the door. He frowns, wondering who his partner could be.

His eyes widen when he realizes there’s only one girl, besides Ms. Monroe, left in the room — and that the girl is the one who’s been catching his eye this entire time.

“Adrien, meet Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette, meet Adrien Agreste.”

He smiles awkwardly as their instructor introduces them to one another and the girl returns the gesture.

“Hi,” she says softly.

The butterflies in his stomach basically explode when he hears her voice. It’s so cute.

“Hi,” he responds.

She giggles, making him weak in the knees, but he stays strong. With a small burst of confidence, he takes a step forward and kisses her cheek.

He tries not to notice her blush, and to ignore the blush that is creeping onto his cheeks.

“Pleasure to meet you, Marinette.”

“You too, Adrien.”

Ms. Monroe must have decided that was enough because she claps her hands and gets down to business.

“So, this duet is a contemporary piece. Marinette already has her part all memorized, so that’s one less thing for you to worry about, especially since we’re short on time. We will be running the number step by step at first, until you have all of the steps down. Then we’ll speed it up. Okay?”

He nods, putting his game face on.

Each step by itself was pretty easy, in his opinion. He picked up all of the moves very quickly and before he knew it, they were already rehearsing the dance together.

Luckily, he was able to maintain his focus. Learning a new dance always came before his feelings; those feelings would help him build chemistry with his partner when the time comes. For now, he knew that knowing the steps and getting the flow down were his top priorities.

“One more time.”

This time, he let himself feel.

He paid attention to the girl he twirled into his arms. He acted the part and pretended like they were truly falling in love.

When blue eyes met green, they froze.

Maybe… maybe he really was falling in love.

Her eyes are like the ocean. They were pulling him in, and he was drowning. Lost in the deep sea, unable to float up to the surface. They shone so bright, twinkling, and he had to blink but he didn’t want to.

If this is what it’s like falling in love, he never wanted to stop.

“Guys? Marinette?”

She snaps her head to the right to look at Ms. Monroe, breaking the eye contact and giving him a chance to breathe.

“Is everything alright?”

Marinette gulps and nods, purposely avoiding the blonde who was still staring at her from the side.

“Okay… take it from the top.”

Reluctantly, she looks back to him. And once again, they’re lost in a trance. The music had started again but they weren’t moving.

Ms. Monroe just groaned in frustration. He thought he heard her mutter, “Young love, god help me,” but he didn’t care enough to make sure.

A smirk played on his lips, pulling the bluenette in his arms closer to his chest.

“Hey, um….”

Shit. My nerves are kicking in. Quick quick quick!

“Do you wanna,” he licks his lips. “Do you —maybe— wanna, uh, get some dinner with me tonight? After we’re done here?”

Her breath hitches. He’s afraid he made a mistake.

But then she smiles.

And he knows that if it was a mistake, then it was a good one.

“S-sure.”

Marinette clears her throat, pulling away from him and looking at their instructor. She shrinks into herself at the look of frustration that Ms. Monroe is conveying on her face. Then she turns back to him.

“Let’s finish this number, though.”

He smiles, then winks.

“Right. Let’s do it then, partner.”

#adrienaugust #adrienaugreste #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fic #oneshot #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrienette #dance au #idk always wanted to write something like this