#queries for nino

[scorchrend]

Hello can you please draw more Berdly angst please-- 🙏

(your style is so wonderful, I've been a big fan for like, 3 years now xD)

ask and you shall receive. especially if it’s my favorite character.

ALSO THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH im so flattered

[flightfoot]

any fic recs featuring polyamory?

Oh yeah, definitely!

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Herbs And Steam by @liiinerle

Juleka le Flor Blef, nature witch from near the forest of Couffaine, arrives at Eiffel Castle so she can partake in the Queen's Trials - a contest to determine the strongest witch in all of France. She wants to prove the strength of her magic, but when she arrives, her attention is quickly distracted by two very interesting women: Kagami, the princess, who seems to act nothing like a princess should; and Marinette, the blacksmith, who has created a magic all her own through metal, steam, and ingenuity. Juleka is immediately besotted with both of them, and needs to work extra hard to focus on her magic. Juleka also soon becomes aware that there is stronger magic at Eiffel castle than she had expected. For one thing, there's a tree in the courtyard put there years ago by a witch whose powers seem to surpass hers; for another, there's Alya la Pluvie Versaunt, who must be the most powerful mage Juleka has ever met...

Unusual poly here, there aren't a lot of Juleka/Kagami/Marinette fics! I love the world here, getting to see all these different witches honing their craft, and Juleka making friends with many of them - though especially the nonwitches Kagami and Marinette, of course XD. If you like some femslash or a good fantasy AU, this fic should scratch that itch!

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Each Hum And Click by @echo-has-queries

Kagami thought her understandably high standards for a match in marriage would mean she could avoid being paired with a man by her mother. That she could keep perfecting her flying-machine skills and eventually take over her mother’s place in leading the Tsurugi steam engine manufacturing company without having to defer to a man. She would have thought that when her mother told her to test the Agreste boy as a marriage match she had been kidding - if her mother ever kid. But she was serious and there truly was no fault to be found with Gabriel Agreste's son - except for the small detail of course, that he was not human. So Kagami must turn to the only fine mechanic she knows in Paris to find a solution to this new dilemma. But perhaps the dilemma could turn out to be the solution itself. Written for the AU Roulette Challenge 2024 with the prompt: Steampunk AU

So this fic is entirely from Kagami's POV, and it is a treat! It's an Adrigaminette fic, which you slowly figure out from reading the fic, if you didn't check the tags - Kagami may have tried not to like Adrien, but he grew on her regardless, and then a few chapters in you find out about hers and Marinette's failed relationship. I loved slowly finding out why the two of them broke up, when there are clearly still strong feelings between them, and how it ties into Kagami's character arc and the overall themes of the story: standing up for yourself, breaking free from those who would control you, and forging your own path.

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All Of Them? Every Single One? by @liiinerle

It turns out that Marinette loves a lot more people than she’d initially thought.

This is hilarious and adorable. Tikki lays out how Marinette has a crush on basically every girl she’s met - and even girls she doesn’t know are girls yet XD. 

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Spin the Bottle by @kasienda

When the bottle cap comes to a stop dead center on Nino, Adrien’s both relieved and somehow more anxious. His first kiss - not his actual first kiss, but still kinda his first kiss - the first kiss he will remember, will be with someone he deeply cares about. But Adrien also cares what Nino thinks of him, so what if he’s a terrible kisser? Nino offers him a reassuring smile, and he relaxes. Adrien glances at Alya for permission, and she just shoos him towards Nino. Adrien turns to Nino, leaning closer. If his stomach had been squirming before, it now feels like a half dozen Kwamis have taken up residence in his gut. But Adrien doesn’t hesitate. He blocks out the presence of all of his friends watching, and instead focuses on Nino - like Nino is a stage partner in a photoshoot. Except kissing Nino is nothing like a photoshoot. … Adrien kisses Nino in a game of Spin the Bottle, and then neither can stop thinking about it. Alya really likes how flustered her boyfriend is by all this. Marinette though, can’t handle it and keeps running away.

This is a great Alya X Adrien X Nino X Marinette poly fic! I love them all talking out their feelings and realizing new things about themselves. Alya’s instrumental and bringing everyone together, though she, herself, is also nervous about confessing to her longstanding crush XD

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Three’s company by @torvalvt

Kagami has been doing her best for years to ignore her feelings for her friends. It doesn’t help that Adrien and Marinette insist on spending as much time as possible with her, even going so far as inviting her along on their dates together. If only the affection she felt for them wouldn’t get in the way of their relationship. Because it is growing harder and harder to tamp down her feelings with how close they are getting to her.

This is adorable. Adrien and Marinette really want Kagami to join their relationship and she just doesn’t dare hope for it. If you want some adorable Adrigaminette from Kagami’s perspective, I recommend checking this fic out!

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Chat Noir Cataclyms Hawk Moth's Balls by @a-flaming-idiot

It's what it says on the tin; Chat Noir castrates his unaware father. And at the same time, Gabriel hits a high C to shatter glass, Nathalie realizes she wasted her life, Chloe accidentally outs herself, Adrien becomes homeless, there are no more secret identities, Tikki thinks she's funny, Nino and Alya take what's their's, and Chloe finally respects another human being. And a partridge in a pear tree~

So this is a fun little crackfic! Lots of jokes and absurd scenarios, you're likely to giggle at least a few times (and hopefully several times) while reading this.

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(let me paint my skin) with your love by starnoir

Adrien blushes, looking down at his lap as his hair falls back over his nape. He shifts in his seat and finds Marinette staring at him with a sweet soft smile, and Adrien returns it. He reaches out his free hand to place on Alya and Marinette's desk, and they both latch onto it. Marinette's fingertips rest atop his own, and the green of her skin seems to glow. Alya's hand finds his wrist, rubbing small circles into his skin. "We love you, Adrien, whether your soul-marks show it or not," Nino decides, leaning back as Alya's free hand knocks off his cap and curls her fingers in his hair, the little bit that he'd begun to grow out. Adrien feels his eyes threaten to bubble over with tears, and it's just so much in one moment. Nino's knuckles on his, Marinette's fingers on his, Alya's slow circles massaged into his wrist as her hand rests on her side. "Thanks guys," he chokes, "I love you all too." And their colors seem to glow, and so do their cheeks. Or, a sweet wholesome soulmate-soulmark au about Adrien finding love after being forced to hide how big his heart was for so long.

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Getting The Gang Together by @mikauzoran

When Nino and Alya witness Ladybug and Chat Noir detransforming, they come up with a scheme to win over their crushes and create the OT4 they’ve always dreamed of.

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The Quartet's Duet by timeandpace_lord

In which Kagami and Luka attempt to get two idiots to fall in love. Instead, four idiots realize they were already in love. Based a lot on Determination and Wishmaker specifically. ~~~ It was only a matter of time, he told himself. Sooner or later they’d stumble into the same secret he had and realize they were made for each other. And if they needed a helping hand to get there, a conductor for the symphony of their lives together, he was more than happy to take on that role. Kagami nodded firmly. She’d known that Marinette was Adrien’s true target from the beginning, but it had taken longer for her to get over her own jealousy and realize that the other girl was also the correct target. Now that she no longer had blinders on, it was obvious the two were meant to be together. If she could help them realize it, so much the better.

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Vanilla Valentine by @talkstoself

When Adrien’s first attempt at baking Valentine Cookies for Marinette goes horribly wrong, Luka steps in to help. There’s no way this could possibly go wrong… right?

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The Mid-Autumn Moon by AlpakaAlex

Kagami wants to do something for Marinette, but does not know whether she might be overstepping a line.

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Worthwhile Distractions by @coffebanana

As much as Kagami loves her partners, there are some things she prefers to deal with on her own. So it's a little annoying that they won't stop fretting over her injured ankle, something she very much has under control. But when it turns out that maybe Marinette and Adrien were right that she should have taken things easy, she knows she's lucky to have them both by her side. Even if sometimes that's not so easy to admit to.

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Blossoming by pepsiisokay

It starts with a bouquet. It ends with one too. A series of moments in which Kagami, Adrien, and Marinette realize they might just be perfect for each other.

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Hold Me By Both Hands by @angelofthequeers

“I know he said never to take you back,” Plagg mutters. “But he’d change his tune if he knew.” He looks Adrien straight in the eye and, more serious than Adrien’s ever seen him before, says, “There’s someone you gotta meet. He’s been looking for that book for ages.” How differently might the events of season 2 have gone if Adrien had also known of Master Fu from the start?

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sunblind by @asukiess

Adrien's newfound hobby of drawing leads to learning just how important friendship is to him. Also, he's extremely innocent.

[ilikekidsshows]

I've got no intention to put myself through season 4 of Miraculous again so maybe you can help me clarify something. Am I remembering it correctly that in Rocketeer Ladybug loudly proclaimed to everyone present in the public space the fight went down in that she "doesn't know what the conversation between Chat and Alya was about but she TRUSTS him"

When in reality Marinette, at the first sight of proof that she as Marinette isn't the only person Chat dares to interact with in his life, she right away went to Alya to find out what it was about because she had, in fact, no trust whatsoever and acted low-key jealous which... yeah, let's keep it at that.

So Marinette was once again an audacious liar who let herself be celebrated by the public and Chat for something she didn't even come close to actually doing, but she liked being rewarded for it anyway?

Am I remembering that right?

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I think the "Marinette pressing Alya for details of her and Cat Noir talking by their twosome" is only implied, since the cut-in to the end of Alya's explanation goes: "And that's why he showed up in the middle of the night." The scene is framed like Alya brought it up of her own volition, but then Marinette wanted to know all the details, especially the "why". "And that's why" is usually a phrase used in a story when it specifically addresses a query that started the story.

But yes, Marinette publically declairing: "I don't know what Cat Noir said to your girlfriend either, but I trust him," to Rocketear is a total lie. She knew every word those two said to each other, but claimed she didn't to make herself look like she's on the moral high ground and Nino should follow her "lead" and trust Alya

So, basically, the details don't match up, but, it seems that "Marinette pressing Alya for every detail about her having a one-on-one meeting with Cat Noir" and "Marinette lying she doesn't need to know something she totally knows because she wants to look like she trusts Cat Noir more than she actually does" totally both happened.

[chaos-has-theories]

Sat up with @echo-has-queries last night doing ye olde "making the secondary miraculous adhere a bit more to the wu xing" and now I can't stop thinking about. Nino/Alya/Zoé

[adalrikr]

"Your family can be your friends too..." Erk says, instead of any actual reply to Ewan's query. He really hopes that is the case, not like he would know anyway. Even with how much he cared for Lord Pent and Lady Louise, he distanced himself out of fear of their care, of his own love suffocating him and making him freeze without the words being to be said, "... And... three is still more than I had..."

Even the people closest to friends that he did have - Nino and Priscilla, not a certain pink haired cleric because he would loathe to call her a friend in this lifetime or the next - he wasn't truly very close with. Love was scary enough as it was, and friendship always seemed to be like walking a tightrope. Like it could be revoked at any time. He didn't want to have to take that risk.

"I will... tell Lord Pent about your skill though. I am sure that he will be impressed that you have mastered so much at your young age," Erk lets out a long sigh, "Come on, let's get this over with already."

⭐️ Greeted by today, Smiling at tomorrow ⭐️

(Mission board: Showcase) (Photo Booth)

[miraculous786]

dumb/stupid, and fun idea! What if, during a trip to gotham mari/ladybug ends up using her magic for some reason and it turns Harley into a young version of herself. Before she is turned into a teen she sees the way the class treat Mari. Now that she is a kid she enrolls into DuPont and becomes Mari's bodyguard/big sis.

Note: I haven’t been in a writing mood recently but this definitely helped to get me back into it.

Masterlist

My Cousin

"You two are officially my Kittens."

Adrien purred, nudging into Selina's hand as she scratched his locks. Marinette giggled, embracing the woman and her boyfriend in an abrupt movement with a beam gracing her features.

"Thank you, Mom," she whispered, tilting her head up to meet her gaze. "For everything. I love you."

Cat Woman smiled, before leaning forward to place kisses on the cheeks of the teenagers in her presence. Adrien rumbled louder at the action, causing two sets of chuckles to start up on his sides.

"And I love the both of you too," she spoke sincerely. "But don't think that means I'll let you off for sneaking out this morning."

Marinette pouted. "Pleeeeeaaase? We went to see Alfred to ask him about stuff involving the miraculous."

"Is that true, Kitten?" Selina quizzed, glancing down to the boy in her hug. He looked up with enlarged pupils, that shimmered with innocence as he nodded in agreement.

She sighed. "Fine, but don't let me catch you out by yourselves again, okay?" At their voiced compliance, a grin stretched across her face. "So...what information did you get?"

~*~*~

Magic swirled around Marinette's fingertips - the colour of it a deep red as it began to travel to her elbows and arms. Green from the male beside her coiled with the power, starting from their intertwined hands and creating vines of energy that extended to their hearts.

Warmth flooded hers and Adrien's senses as they inhaled in unison. Ripples of creation and destruction levelled their skin, spreading until it wormed deep into their souls.

Silence thickened the atmosphere.

All of a sudden, there was a slam nearby. They snapped their eyes open, focus broken and instead on Harley Quinn, who had strolled in with shopping bags in her grip.

"Hey, Cuties! Whatcha doing?" she queried out of curiosity.

Two pairs of eyes flared white, as something shot out to the centre of the jester's chest.

~*~*~

"Girl, no way! This is your aunt?"

Marinette chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck in a gesture of nervousness while nodding. Alya sucked in a breath, before scanning over the teenager at her side.

She had strawberry blonde locks tied into two pigtails - that matched her friend's - except for the fact that their tips were dyed crimson and blue. Plastered on her face was a mischievous grin, displaying her emotion to any watching.

"Wow..." the reporter awed. "This is awesome, really, but how did it happen in the first place?"

Adrien lifted a finger, speaking up with, "Uhh...I think I may have an explanation for that. You see, we were trying to cast a de-aging spell so that we could have guardianship over the Miracle Box for longer, but it backfired. Harley was the one hit with our magic and was de-aged to how old we are now."

"Yikes..." Alya said, wincing. "Does Selina know?"

"Nope!" Harley piped up, sporting a bright smirk. "And I plan to keep it that way! Lord knows what she'd do if she found out about ya stupid class."

Marinette grimaced. Her bluebell eyes wandered over to where the students of Miss Bustier's class were. They were all huddled around who she guessed to be Lila - interest on their expressions as she babbled away.

A sigh escaped her lips, making Adrien wrap an arm around her body and pull her in for a tight hug. She beamed, nestling into it with a blush invading her cheeks.

Harley jumped up a few times at the sight, then gestured for Alya to snap a photo. The reporter did so, giggling as the couple soon snapped apart and glared at them.

"I can't believe you guys!" someone shouted out of nowhere, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn their attention to the person. It was Alix, with her arms folded and a scowl marring her features.

"...What?"

"Hanging out with Harley Quinn's daughter?" Ivan scoffed, shaking his head. "No wonder you're working with Hawk Moth, Marinette. You probably want an excuse to fit in with a loser like her."

Adrien grit his teeth, readying himself to defend her, when a firm pat on his back halted his attempt. He frowned, gazing down as the jester in his presence strolled forward with hands on her hips.

The sheer confidence she radiated made many in the class reconsider their arguments, but most chose to remain standing tall. Nino gained a deadpan look, sharing a roll of the eyes with his girlfriend when watching said thing happen.

"What did you just say, Skull Boy?" she questioned, tone edging at a growl as a glint of danger shone in her pupils. "'Cause I'll have you know that my neic- cousin here needs no excuse whatsoever to hang out with me. You, on the other hand, do I'm afraid - along with Sausage-Hair over there."

She pointed to Lila, who reared back and forced several tears to well up in her eyes. Mylene rushed to comfort her, along with Rose and Juleka.

"Wait, 'cousin'?" Kim quizzed, glancing back and forth between the two with furrowed brows as if the answer would come to him.

"Yeah. Marinette here, daughter of my aunt Cat Woman and my cousin, is worthy of hanging out with me, and so are her friends. That excludes you children, so feel free to scatter before I make ya."

Marinette opened her mouth to talk, yet was stopped by Adrien's gentle grip on her shoulder and the shaking of his head. She pursed her lips, staying still as her classmates clearly weren't perturbed by the blonde girl's words.

"She's not the daughter of Cat Woman!" Lila sobbed, while fat streams of water mixed with mascara gushed down her cheeks. "I'm her honorary niece! She even stole a diamond necklace as a birthday gift since she adores me so much!"

The baker blinked in surprise, not noticing the grin that lit up Harley's face as she lifted a hand up and clicked her fingers, commanding, "Bud, Lou!"

There were yelps from nearby, that were followed by two large cats suddenly jumping into the hotel lobby with their fangs bared. Lou lunged for an orange bag on a coffee table to the side, soon sinking her teeth in and tearing through cheap fabric.

The other ran over to Adrien, who didn't so much as flinch as he began to pet Bud's fur. She drooled, leaning closer as Marinette also reached out to do the same as her boyfriend.

Harley laughed, opening her arms wide to allow Lou to charge in for a huge embrace. She licked her face, leaving trails of saliva that the clown didn't even bother to wipe off.

Lila shrieked, stumbling onto the floor as the students around her crouched behind pieces of furniture in an attempt to hide. Alya simply held her phone up, recording the scene with a small smile.

Behind a pane of glass on a higher level, a female in black attire chuckled. The goggles she usually wore were settled atop her head.

At her shoulder, a cat kwami sat, cackling at the pure chaos that emanated from within the building.

~*~*~

@northernbluetongue @moonystars14 @soupfilledboots @vixen-uchiha @starsshineandgivehope @professionalfangirl1738 @queen-in-a-flower-crown @pale-lady-dreamer 

[fantasy-pens]

A Guide to Making iOS Text Messages on AO3, Miraculous Style

(This is a contribution to @miraculousfanworks​ for formatting tips in AO3)

Writers like to experiment with different fanfiction types. And one of the most popular types are the text fics.

A text fic resembles a log of two or more characters texting each other. It may be written entirely in the form of text messages, or it may contain narrated passages. Writers often prefer to include texting between characters in their stories, for it gives the readers a deeper insight into the characters’ lives and personality. And no doubts the level of personal interactions associated with texts is what makes text-fics a popular type amidst the readers.

A story can be written entirely in texts, or even contain a minor scene where the characters text each other. Often, writers have different ways to distinguish the texts from the rest of the narration, to enable the readers to easily differentiate between the two parts.

One of the most common ways is formatting. Aligning, boldifying and italicizing the texts is a common way to highlight them in the story. However, many a times, the formatting fails to give off the necessary vibes. To rectify the same, a few writers use screenshots of text conversations between the characters in their stories.

But what if there was a way to present the text messages in the story, WITHOUT using the images? Something like this:

Read under the cut to find out!

How to make iOs Text Messages on AO3 (Miraculous Style)

(Note: For this article/tutorial, the reference chosen is How to Make iOs Text Messages on AO3 by CodenameCarrot and La_Temperanza.)

The tutorial does not dive into the details of how exactly the CSS for the text messages is coded, for there is a predefined skin made available for all the main characters of Miraculous Ladybug. The skin is made such that the colors of the text differ on every character’s phone (civilian and superhero alter ego). 

The right side (the darker bubble) is always the texts written by the character. The left side (the lighter bubble) is always the texts the character has received.

The skin used is Messaging Miraculous and since it is a bit tedious to make it available to public use, here’s a link to the document that contains the necessary CSS for the same.

To use the above skin

Simply go to your ao3 dashboard, click on Skins > My Work Skins >  Create New

Fill in the necessary details there and at the part where you have to write the code, copy paste the CSS from the document linked above! Then click on Create and your skin is created!

Now, in your work, go to Select Work Skin and choose the Messaging Miraculous work skin. (This is the name of the skin that I have on my dashboard :) )

This will import the skin in your story.

The skin has different color formats for different phones. In other words, texts on Marinette’s phone will have a different color scheme from how they appear on Adrien’s phone or Ladybug’s phone and so on. The idea behind this is that each user has a specific color theme of their choice installed in their phones :)

So, a basic thing about the CSS involved in the skin.

The messages received have an attribute of text[code] and the messages sent have an attrivute of [code]reply

Now what is this [code] thing?

The code thing is the small piece of text used to differentiate the code for all the characters. 

The codes used for the different characters are:

So, if I want to write a chat window for Ladybug’s phone, the received messages would be textlb and the sent messages would be lbreply

For Nino’s chat window, the received messages would be textnino and the sent messages would be ninoreply

What do these attributes mean to me? How will I use them?

These attributes are what we are going to use in our AO3 HTML editor to implement the chat format.

The usage of the skin is explained below based on a sample conversation between Marinette and Adrien from the episode Frozer, something that goes lke this:

Adrien:  Marinette! Perfect timing! Marinette:  Huh? You think so? Adrien:  Actually, what I meant was...

It is done for Marinette’s chat window.

First of all, remove all the formatting from the chat texts that you have made.  This is how your chat will start to look like:

Then, go to Edit, and click on the HTML button in the editor.

The HTML editor has automatically put a series of <p> tags around your text messages. Something like this:

Remove these. The result looks like:

Remember: only remove the <p> and </p> tags that surround the text messages. You would not want to mess up the formatting of the rest of the story

Now, let’s get down to a little coding. Add this little code shown in the next image to the part just above the first text message.

and this little piece at the end of the last text message on the window.

The <div> tag is what makes the editor aware that this is the place where we are using the imported worksin, and specifically, a coding that has the CSS attribute by the name “phone”.

The <p> tag indicates a new paragraph, and here it encloses all of the text messages that occur on the phone window, and the class “messagebody” tells the editor that it has to implement code for the same :)

Perfect! Now getting to the part of making the chat bubbles. 

(This coding has been done for Marinette’s window. Hence the attributes used are textmari and marireply. You can similarly use the other attributes for different characters) The first dialogue is that of Adrien. So, Marinette received this text on her phone. Hence we go like: 

The “span” attribute here differentiates between the different chat formats we have for the different characters. The <br> tags are for telling the editor to move to a new line :)

The next dialogue piece is of Marinette. So, she sends this text. Therefore, we go like:

The next (and last dialogue) is Adrien again, hence the code for it is like:

And now, clicking on “Preview” then “Save as Draft”, the result is:

Perfect!

(It is always recommended to preview the story before posting it. You can always check for non functional links or code errors if you find any :) )

You can make the same for other characters as well in the similar fashion! To check out the different color schemes offered by the skin, here’s the link to the document on AO3!

Miraculous Messaging Work Skin Tutorial

What if I want to boldify or italicise a certain word/phrase within the text message?

It’s simple! Enclose the certain word/phrase <b> , <i> and <u> tag for bold, italics and underline respectively! Like this:

gives:

Does this skin work all the time?

As long as “Hide Creator’s Style” is disabled, yes!

But what If someone uses “Hide Creator’s Style”? Will not that ruin the story?

There is a solution around that too! You simply need to add this extra piece of code to each text message, along with the name of who types that message :)

so when you click on that “Hide Creator’s Style” button on the top, you end up with

which is absolutely cool!!

Hoping this article helped explain all the doubts! For further queries or character suggestions, feel free to comment on the sample work linked above!

[kapithinostories]

A Proposal in a Wedding

It was a normal Saturday morning in Paris. The grass fields glowing diamonds as the sun shone brightly on the due from yesterday’s violent rain. The birds chirped, people sat down in cafés having their morning coffee, children running around the place and playing on the swings. The whole world seemed to be awake but, our favorite bluenette still slept soundly under her pink duvet.

“Marinette, wake up” said Tikki, trying to pull of the duvet from her face. She had somewhere special to go that morning. Did she wake up? No, she just snuggled deeper into her bed. This oversleep situation seemed like a disease. But, every disease has a cure, and our bluenette’s cure would be-      

“Chat Noir” asked Tikki as Chat leaped off the railing on her balcony into her room through the trapdoor. He smiled fondly at the bluenette as her chest rose up and down in blissful content, a smile gracing her pink lush lips. He knew perfectly well of Marinette’s sleeping ‘problem’. He didn’t know how he would wake her up though especially since it was the weekend, but Tikki did.

“Chat Noir could you try waking Marinette up in your civilian form” Tikki said in her usual squeaky voice.

Chat looked at Tikki questionably not understanding why she would want him wake her up in his civilian form and why not in his alter-ego, but obliged. Adrien slowly crept up the stairs leading up to her loft, detransformed.

He bent down slightly at the snoring bluenette and kissed her forehead softly. Marinette slightly stirred but didn’t wake up, so Adrien started kissing her. He kissed her nose then he kissed her cheek, her forehead, her ear, even her eyelids and finally her lips.

Marinette sprung up, the pink duvet flying with her which solely landed on Adrien. Marinette screamed but before she could do that.. Marinette sat there shocked, she couldn’t process a thing. The only thing on her mind was the peach lips that were firmly pressed to her’s.

As the lips released her, Marinette screamed, hard. Tikki and Adrien were both sure the scream reached till the end of France. That’s when Adrien had the ingenious idea to press her head firmly to his chest. But the next minute there were frantic pads that came from downstairs, hushed whispers in worry and query.

The door burst open startling the two teenagers. Tom and Sabine stared at the 2 teenager intently. The 2 teenagers stared back in worry and panic. But then they did something unexpected. They laughed. Bad. Marinette and Adrien both felt accelerated heat rise to their cheeks but there was also confusion set in their features as they looked at the two laughing, clutching their stomachs.

After they’re laughing fit. “What are you doing here Adrien and how did you get inside the house” Sabine asked , smirking.

Panic was an understatement, presently Adrien was sweating bullets. Marinette quickly addressing the issue came to his rescue (pun intended). “Mama, Papa, Adrien and I couldn’t always meet up and I often got lonely so uhhh ….. We uhhh found a new technique for Ch-Adrien to come inside my room without disturbing you guys” Marinette said nervously.

Tom and Sabine looked at each other knowingly, making the 2 superheroes visibly gulp.  But let it slip knowing that Chat Noir was the one who got inside the room.

Adrien and Marinette gave out a breath of relief, but the Tom and Sabine could see the faint blushes that tinted their faces. Oh little did Marinette know, there were many more surprises to come that day.

      Time Skip- brought to you by Adrien’s Ladybug Posters.

“Plaqq where is my green tie” yelled Adrien, crawling on the floor and searching the drawers for his favorite green tie. “How am I supposed to know” replied Plaqq without a care in the world.

Adrien got up frustrated, he couldn’t find it anywhere. Just then Marinette burst into the room hearing the commotion. “What’s wrong Adrien” asked Marinette seeing Adrien’s ruffled figure.

“I just can’t find my tie” Adrien said, tears threatening to spill. Marinette immediately hugged him. “Today was supposed be Nino’s special day and I can’t even find my tie”.

”It’s okay Adrien, we’ll find that tie, it’s got to be somewhere” said Marinette, soothingly. Just then Nala came running to the room apologies flowing from her mouth.

“Whoa, whoa, Why are you apologizing Nala” asked Adrien, forgetting all about his missing tie.

Nala looked around nervously, then took a deep breath” IamsosorryAdrienIdidn’tmeantogetyourtiewrinkledIswearIdidn’t” (I am so sorry Adrien, I didn’t mean to get your tie wrinkled, I swear I didn’t) said Nala nervously, blabbering. Marinette didn’t understand a thing, but Adrien on the other hand did, being used to Marinette’s stuttering and blabbering.

“It’s okay Nala, I’ll wear a new tie” said Adrien, patting her shoulder. Nala shook her head, taking an emerald green tie from behind her and handing it to Adrien, sheepishly. Adrien’s mood brightened immediately as he hugged Nala spinning her around the room. “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you” said Adrien again and again. You may be wondering why Adrien was so happy to have this tie back. Well, this was the last present his mother had given him, before she …… disappeared.

      Time Skip- brought to you by Nala’s clumsiness

Alya was pacing around the room back and forth “Marinette, I’m worried, What if I-“

“Nothing of the sort will happen, Alya. Everything will be fine. Trust me” said Marinette cutting her off. Alya was super nervous. She was going to be wed to Nino today. (Yep, you heard me right folks. Alno is finally getting married).

The ceremony music started and both Alya and Nino knew it was time. Alya carefully lifted the gown and walked in the aisle to the altar.

Nino on the other hand, was screaming his head off. Sweat visible on his face as he couldn’t find his tuxedo rose. Adrien chuckled, quickly handing him a rose from a …… (Let’s keep you waiting on that one).

Nino visibly relaxed but tensed up again seeing the time. He rushed out of the room to the  Altar waiting to see his soon bride- to- be. As he saw   Alya, he felt his whole world spinning; the only thing he could see was Alya, only Alya. Her beautiful white gown flapping slightly as she walked. The intricate designs on the skirt with orange hues, present. He didn’t realize he was staring until the priest had asked him the most important question of his life.

“ Do you Nino Lahiffe, take Alya Cesaire as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" 

“I do” Nino said without hesitation.

“Do you Alya Cesaire, take Nino Lahiffe as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

“I do” she said so lovingly, Nino thought he was going to burst into tears any second

.“Then you may kiss the bride” said the priest happily. The crowd cheered tremendously, Adrien and Marinette being the loudest. The wedding passed on very well.  It was a cheery time until Adrien got a call saying that he had to rush to the company immediately. Marinette was slightly disappointed but tried not to show it, after all it was her Best Friend’s wedding. Then Alya reached out to throw the bouquet, and as the belief goes the one who catches it will be married next. Marinette wanted to catch it but then Alya turned around, leaving the crowd confused. She then walked towards a man with blonde hair and emerald green cat eyes and gave it to him. That man was Adrien, wait Adrien!! Had he gotten back from the company? Then Adrien ran towards Marinette as all the eyes of the crowd were directed to them. He gave the bouquet to Marinette and got on one knee, fishing out a red velvet box from his tuxedo pocket.

 “Marinette, we’ve been partners for 5 years fighting Hawk moth and being there for each other through thick and thin. Even when things seemed hopeless you were there to comfort and support me. Every morning I wake up to see my bed empty but I so wish as to see your beautiful face right as I awake from my dreams of my lover. So Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Will you marry me?” said Adrien, nervousness etched on his features

Marinette stood there stunned; she wasn’t expecting this at all. Marinette was trying to process this request, no this life changing experience. Marinette was too quiet making everyone worried but most of all Adrien, he was going to take back his words when Marinette jumped onto him like a cheetah (watt pad followers will understand the pun).Marinette and Adrien tumbled on the floor. Marinette’s face was glowing as if her face was the sun. Marinette kissed him again and again and again saying yes repeatedly. Adrien tried to get up but Marinette’s weight pushed him down, at last he found a trunk of a small plant and pulled himself up with Marinette and twirled her around while Marinette giggled. He had never been so happy ever. He kissed her while putting her down on the ground. Their kiss was soft and gentle but burned with Love and Passion. They pulled apart as the crowd cheered happily. They looked into each other’s beautiful eyes.  Marinette started getting lost in his emerald eyes glowing like the grass fields with diamonds.

Adrien started to drown into her ocean blue eyes (pun intended). He could see the sunset as the sun reflected it’s rays on the ocean as the birds flew across the horizon. They kissed once again with so much Passion and Love. Adeline stood there watching her brother hold the love of his life. She had completed it finally. She raised her hands as petals from all the roses flew around the two bringing them closer as the love they shared was more beautiful than any sort of Love they had known. 

Hi guys, I know some parts are a bit confusing like Adeline and Nala and such but you will understand if you check out my Wattpad story

Well, you will understand who Adeline but not who Nala is ...... yet.  

So this is an early epilogue but I’ll be posting this there as well when the time comes. And I think you understand where that rose came from. {  Adrien chuckled, quickly handing him a rose from a …… (Let’s keep you waiting on that one)} 

And yes the whole of Paris knows their identity.

The Book Link

https://www.wattpad.com/story/261343700-together-as-one

Hope you liked this!!

See you again

-- EJA--

[scorchrend]

The Berdly and Tenna stuff from Berdly opening his own Dark World is actually so peak I'd love to see more of it n more of that bluebird's Dark World

no actual art of the dark world yet, but here lol

more on the actual dark world itself, my current idea for it that since it's made of a will to prove to himself that the dark world isn't real, instead of it being an exception to the rule on how dark worlds are formed, it creates a dark world which while existent is almost dreamlike and incoherent. you know, like when a dream randomly shifts while you're having it and you and everything in the dream just adjust without question... only finding it weird or strange when you wake up

also the main idea here is that berdly is having a sort of solo adventure (sorry folks i really can't see tenna working as a normal party member. maybe assists in acts like old man? i don't know). the world is his room but heavily influenced by his computer (think of the computer as the setting, rather than a character, but also a character. just a character without any lines. think of it like mike but more concrete).

the focus of the story is probably how berdly thinks of himself and even his relationship with noelle (hence why i brought tenna into this... for additional similarities between berdly-noelle, tenna-mike, and in this world, moni-computer whose name is currently pending). moni may also be some sort of view into berdly's family life ?? don't hold me to that one i haven't written much of anything

[flightfoot]

Any fic recommendations where the kwamis are morally grey but still in-character? Or ones where they focus on the kwami enslavement part?

Hm... there are a few that might fit the bill.

Secret-Keepers series by Peppermint_Shamrock

A series of fics taking place in the same AU, where the kwamis are no longer the cute and sweet creatures they are in canon, but powerful and terrifying gods that aren't interested in emotionally bonding with their hosts. As a consequence, the heroes' memories are blocked - they have no knowledge of their civilian selves while transformed and no knowledge that they are superheroes when they aren't transformed.

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Through Yellow Eyes by @echo-has-queries

"Nooroo bleeds and Paris drowns in his blood." The day of the Blight, Paris bore witness to a horror too grand to comprehend. Only Chloé Bourgeois bore witness to a miracle. Marinette, Alya and the rest of Paris will need more than faith in Gimmi to survive. As the city's sanity hangs by a thread, bodies, minds, and souls are traded with the unknown in order to hold on to the things they each treasure most. Written for the AU Roulette Challenge 2024 with the prompt: Cosmic Horror AU

If you like Cosmic Horror (Lovecraftian I think? Though this isn't really my wheelhouse), then this is the story for you! I love seeing how Paris copes with the madness seeping through its streets, somehow going about daily life despite it all.

Kwamis here are more inhuman, more separated from humanity. There's no cute little miniature form to help bridge the gap. While humans can still meld with kwami, it's not all quite as firmly in the human's control as it normally is, and the side effects are worse. It doesn't help that the kwamis can't fully understand squishy little humans' wants, needs, or morality.

Like, as Ladybug, Marinette can't remember her human name, and her human concerns are somewhat muted. While as Marinette, she can't remember certain aspects of her time as Ladybug, and only regains those memories when she transforms again. She also has to be careful about restoring everything, as she can't just give Tikki a cookie and call it a day. Instead, she herself needs to eat enough to compensate for the lost energy, which can be a substantial portion of the goods in her parents' bakery.

As for Adrien... well, this is still going off of Sentimonster Adrien, though the ritual to create him went differently... and went wrong. But he is still Adrien.

Chloe's interesting as well, she's this sort of priest, this missionary for the kwamis, but her methods are... well, not the best. She still has a bunch of her canonical hangups, even though she IS somewhat helpful.

I love Alya in here, she's just desperately trying to figure out what's going on so that she can try to fix it, especially since Nino's one of the people who's been driven mad by the Blight. She does find some answers, and even ends up being partially responsible for Ladybug's creation and Chat's and Ladybug's subsequent fight against the worst effects of the Blight, but the risks, danger, and side effects she suffers are still significant. Though some of those side effects can be used to her advantage.

Anyway, I really enjoyed this AU and thought it was an interesting take on the subject, I highly recommend checking it out!

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the eyes that follow me; the ghost of my errors by NeonLite

There was something wrong with Duusu. More than Felix thinks should be. He didn’t have a frame of reference for Duusu’s behaviours. He doesn’t know what’s normal for the Kwami or how Kwami were supposed to act at all. The information he gathered from the tablet wasn’t much, he learned even less about the Kwamis but… Felix didn’t have a frame of reference for Duusu’s behaviour. But he didn’t think the Kwami of Emotion should look so empty.

I love how this fic acknowledges how Felix doomed the rest of the kwamis to staying with Gabriel, and how unhappy Duusu would be about that. Which Felix understands, but he was also desperate, and right now he can't stay transformed for long or keep any sentis he makes alive, which just... you can feel his desperation and bottled-up guilt. He knows what he did was wrong, but he'd still do it again, in order to feel safe for once in his life.

[gansey-just-gansey]

Before I Wake Part Three

Written by @allfortheandriel, @majoringinlycanthropy, and @gansey-just-gansey

Blue kicked around at the entrance to Monmouth Manufacturing. They were all there. She could see three cars in the parking lot: Ronan’s slick black BMW, Gansey’s obnoxious orange Pig, and a tricolored piece of shit that stuck out like a sore thumb. Adam’s, probably. K was always calling him a trailer trash piece of shit and the car was exhibit B, example of proof. 

“Don’t be a coward,” she muttered to herself before walking to the front door and rapping three times. It was quiet for a moment before she heard the telltale stomp of Ronan’s boots on the metal floor and he threw open the door. His mouth twisted up in a sarcastic smile, but she thought he still looked pleased somehow. 

“Sargent,” he barked.

“Lynch,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “Don’t look so surprised. My presence was requested at some point, no?”

“It was offered. Don’t mix it up,” he smirked. “Come on in.” 

She followed him in, eyes searching every corner warily. Blue registered the boys first. All four of them from Nino’s were there, watching her with curiosity and distrust, even Ronan. Especially Ronan. That was fair. 

There was a bed in the middle of the room and a desk shoved off to the side. Both were surrounded by books - mountains and mountains of books. A thriving mint plant sat next to the desk on a weighty stack of papers. That had to be why Gansey smelled heavily of it. Mint was always on his breath and in his hair. On the other side of the room were three closed doors, presumably additional bedrooms and a bathroom. She couldn’t explain the bed in this one, though.

She looked at Ronan, hoping he would smooth over the awkwardness. Talk about unfulfilled wishes. "Maggot, this is everybody. Everybody, this is Maggot." He leaned back against the door jamb. She made a face at him and turned to introduce herself, but Gansey beat her to it.

"Certainly your name isn't actually Maggot, right?" he asked, extending an uncertain hand. 

"Blue," she replied.

"Blue? Like the color?" 

"Yeah, and you're Dick? Like the appendage?" she took his hand. 

He looked pained, mouth forming a grimace. "Please don't.”

"You must be Adam," Blue said, turning to face the lean boy. He was looking at her with his mouth twisted downward into what looked like distaste. She made a similar face, eyes roving over him, trying to see what marked him as superior to K. She didn't find anything immediately noticeable. 

Enough time on him. She turned to the smudgy boy instead. "And who are you, stranger?" Everybody but Ronan seemed surprised that she addressed him. She stuck out her hand and he reached to grasp it, seemingly because it was expected of him rather than him meaning to. Blue’s fingers brushed his and she felt a brumal chill travel down her spine. Her stomach turned inside out. This was the telltale sign of being drained. 

"Oh ho ho, Lynch, what interesting friends you have," she said loftily, turning to look at him instead of the remnant of the person in front of her.

He gave her his shark smile and bit out a reply. “I keep unusual company.”

“Isn’t that an understatement,” she murmured, turning back to the ghost. “What’s your name? Or what was it, anyhow?”

“My name is Noah,” he said, still staring at her in wonder. “It’s very nice to meet you, Blue.” 

He still hadn’t let go of her hand, and she decided to let him keep it, though it might sap her. It had probably been a while since he’d felt this much energy. And it was worth the risk, she thought, to have him so immediately like her, even if she didn’t know why she wanted him to. It seemed to have an effect on the others, too. Adam was pacified infinitesimally. Gansey let out his own sigh, looking at Noah and Blue’s joined hands. 

“So Blue, how might we help you today?” Gansey queried.

“Help me? I’m just here for a bit of fun. Lynch here seems to prefer your company so I thought I would check you all out.” She looked down at her hand still wrapped in Noah’s. “So far, doesn’t seem to be a complete waste of a trip.”

“Fuck off, Sargent,” Lynch laughed merrily.

“Go suck a dick,” she responded, making a jerking off motion with her free hand.

“Oh great, there’s two of you now,” Adam said, and Blue couldn’t quite comprehend what he did to his face to make it look so warm towards Ronan, and yet so cold towards her at the same time. It had to be a practiced look.

“How did you know about Noah?” Gansey asked. “Most people can’t even see him, let alone be able to tell he’s a ghost. Is this due to your powers?”

Blue sent a sharp look towards Ronan, meant to injure. “Someone has a big mouth, don’t they? How much have you told them about me?” she accused.

Ronan simply shrugged, an answer in itself, before Gansey stepped in again. The official spokesman of his people. Gansey intoned, “Only that you possess some unusual abilities of your own. You’re an amplifier, he mentioned. You make his ability stronger?”

“I make everything stronger. Dreamers, ghosts, psychics.” 

“Oh, like a loudhailer!” Gansey said wondrously. Adam was keenly attentive for a second too long before schooling the fascination and the amusement out of his expression.

“A what now?” she asked, a mildly irritated expression crossing her face. Noah let go of her hand and warmly patted her hair. It was difficult to maintain the exasperation in her expression.

There were parts of Gansey’s face that pinked in response. “A megaphone.”

She shared a long-suffering sigh, shoulders slumped in defeat. She supposed that did describe her abilities. “I guess,” she said. “But I can feel him draining my energy. Made it kind of obvious.”

“Sorry,” Noah said sheepishly. He folded his hands behind his back.

Blue grabbed his hand and placed it back in her hair. “It’s okay, really,” she said kindly.

Adam watched her with narrowed eyes, a creeping suspicion in his gaze. “So,” he started flatly, “You’re Kavinsky’s girl.”

She automatically stiffened. “I’m my own,” she hissed at him, repeating Ronan’s words from that long ago day. “Don’t fucking imply differently.”

“You hang out with Kavinsky a lot. And you’re the only girl that does. Well, the only one that does regularly.” Adam crossed his arms defensively.

She mimicked his stance, standing several inches shorter, but ten times as tensely. Something burned at the bottom of her throat. “You meant I belong to him. Well, I don’t. Or, wait, are you Gansey’s boy? Come on. Talk to me, one toy to another.”

That slammed. Adam’s hands balled into tight white-knuckled fists. Adam’s ears were turning an alarming red color. Fury radiated just under the precipice of his skin. She could tell. It thrilled her.

“Shut your fucking mouth, Sargent,” Ronan seethed. He stood in front of Adam then, his back to her.

She smirked to herself. Blue was good at getting under people’s skin. She could tell from K’s stories that Adam wanted to stand on his own two feet, rather than depend on Gansey, or even Ronan, even though they were together. That car outside in the parking lot confirmed it for her. It would cost Ronan nothing to bring Adam back a car, like she contemplated asking K for. But, still, he drove that little tricolored shitbox. He was a lot like her. Or, at least, how she used to be before K got his hooks in her.

She shook that off. She was happy with her life. She was happy with K. Happy with her job, and her freedom, and her power. K only supported her. He didn’t control her like Gansey did with his followers. 

Smiling again, more tightly this time, she opened her mouth for one reason only. “Go to hell,” Blue said pleasantly, rabidly, piercingly, over her shoulder, before she kicked open the door with the toe of her boot. 

This had been a bad idea. There was a reason why she didn’t have friends outside the dream pack. There was a reason why she didn’t leave K. There was a reason why Ronan was considered a traitor. And, most importantly, there was a reason why she hadn’t followed him when she had wanted to.

“Wait,” called Gansey, when she was halfway to the opening to the road. She looked over her shoulder at him but didn’t stop. His longer legs caught up to her with minimal effort, though. “Please, wait!” He hurried to pass her and then planted himself in her way, a puff of breath rushing from his lips. “Adam didn’t mean it like that, Blue.”

“Yes, he did,” Blue countered. “Why even bother lying?”

Gansey began and then hesitated. “You’re right,” he agreed, after considering her for a moment. She was surprised to hear him say anything that painted any of his group in a less than perfect light. “You’re right,” he repeated. “He did mean it that way, but he’s just…-Well, for one, he’s rather defensive of the lot of us. I suppose he’s just a bit surprised. I know I am. Why would someone that spends so much time with Kavinsky suddenly want to hang out with us without malicious intent? Especially considering… our misunderstanding at Nino’s.” A hint of shame colored his tone.

Blue’s hackles rose again as she recalled. “Well, as Lynch so helpfully pointed out to me the other night, I have no friends outside of K and his group. He swears the sun shines out of your ass. So, I thought this might be a chance to branch out. Make some. But that was clearly a mistake. I’ll go now,” she said pointedly, moving to go around him. 

He reached a hand out, as though to touch her shoulder, but dropped it and stepped into her path again. They weren’t done. “I doubt Ronan quite said that, but you’re not wrong. This could be your chance to branch out from Kavinsky.” The way Gansey spoke his name was the way he would ask someone to take out the trash. Hell, Gansey probably didn’t need to ask anyone to deal with trash. Yet, here he was talking to her.

“I don’t have a problem with Kavinsky,” Blue said sharply. “He’s not as bad as Ronan makes him out to be. He supports me. He cares about me. He encourages me. I won’t let you or your flunkies badmouth him.”

Gansey pursed his lips. He looked like he wanted to argue but, instead, he replied with more formality than was necessary. “I apologize for our incivilities. Please, come back in. We’ll all be on our best behavior. I swear it. Even Ronan.”

“Like that means much,” Blue snorted. “Even you can’t muzzle him.” Gansey cracked a smile, but didn’t dignify that with a response. She studied Gansey for a lengthy moment. He appeared sincere. “Fine,” she said. “I’ve got some time left to kill anyway. Think your merry band is calm by now?”

“Is that what you call us?” Gansey chuckled. “I rather like that. But yes, I think he was mostly over it by the time I came to get you. Adam tries so hard to be his own person, you know? He doesn’t like anybody implying that he belongs to any of us. I suppose you two have more in common than it seems.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” Blue muttered.

“He seemed ready to apologize when I left,” he assured her. Gansey paused, ”None of us think that.”

“Uh-huh,” she rolled her eyes again. “Never crossed your minds once.”

“Truly, I know you don’t belong to him. Someone like you could never be owned.”

It was a heady thing, hearing those words from Gansey. Like he saw her. Like he could separate her from the rest of them when no one else did, except maybe Ronan. A swell of pride made her chest puff out as she followed him into the factory.

He was wrong, though. Kavinsky did own her. For now.

Adam didn’t apologize, at least not aloud. When Blue reentered Monmouth, their eyes met. She returned the gaze and that was that. There was still tension between them throughout the day and it often came to a head in matters involving Ronan.

“We’re ordering in. Blue, do you have any requests?” Gansey asked, ever the doting host.

“Not Nino’s,” was her automatic response.

Adam snorted. “Well, that narrows it down.”

Blue rolled her eyes. “And I suppose you have someplace specific in mind?”

“As a matter of fact,” Adam postulated, “I do. I’d like that Mexican place over on Main street.”

“Ew,” Blue wrinkled her nose. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled at the sound of Adam’s haughty tone. Were they not cut from the same Dollar Store fabric? He was the least Aglionby of the boys before her, and yet he was working double time to clip his vowels and mimic Dick the Third. “If we’re gonna have cheap Mexican food, La Delicias is obviously superior to La Fiesta.”

“As if,” Adam scowled. “La Delicias is overpriced and bland.”

“Whatever. Ask literally anyone, everyone prefers La Delicias.”

“Name one person who prefers that junk over La Fiesta.” He added as she opened her mouth, “Besides yourself.” 

The response was quick and followed by a smug looking smirk. “Your boyfriend,” Blue replied. She was petty and she wasn’t sorry for it either.

“Wrong,” Adam insisted. “He likes La Fiesta. We went there last week.”

Blue arched an eyebrow at Ronan. “Man, the things you do for love, huh?”

“Ro, tell her,” Adam turned to Ronan, only to stare disbelievingly at the chagrined look on his boyfriend’s face. “You can’t be serious,” he scoffed.

“Sorry, but the maggot’s right on this one,” Ronan shrugged one shoulder. “We went to La Fiesta cause that's the one you like.”

Blue faked gagged. “You’ve gone soft, Lynch. It's gross.” Gansey laughed, honey rich and butter smooth. It was hard to hate him when his laugh melted her insides.

“Fuck off. You’re just trying to start shit. You’ve never cared what you were eating,” Ronan replied. Neither of them mentioned that she was usually too high to actually pay attention to what she ate, when she actually remembered to. 

She smirked again, mischievous this time. 

“You’re right. But your little boytoy gets so worked up. It’s just so easy.” Her high was starting to fade fast, and she could feel herself getting bitchy. She scowled, unpleasantness settling in her gut. “Actually, I’m not hungry. I’m heading home.”

“Oh, are you sure?” Gansey’s voice sounded concerned. “Would you like one of us to drive you or-.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Got here just fine on my own. I can get back like a big girl.”

And then she was gone. Out the door before Gansey could insist on taking care of her like she was one of the gang. The last thing she needed was to be seen pulling up to K’s in Dick’s old car. She’d never hear the end of it and K would be pissed. She couldn’t let that happen, especially when she was contemplating asking him for a favor. Especially when she was contemplating spending more time with Gansey and the others.

[pandawritespoorly]

With Time: Chapter 38 - It’s Not Defamation If It’s True

Author’s Note: Who's ready for Gabriel getting his comeuppance?!?!?!

Settle down children, excitement and righteous fury is no excuse to forget your manners. Now get your snacks and get comfortable.

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: Gabriel underestimates the power of teenagers who care for their friend.

Edit: Whoops! I didn't check my comments in the doc! Strong language warning! "fucking"

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Marinette knows it’s spring because she wakes up easily. It’s always easier to wake up during spring, and, given her energy, it can be harder to rest.

She suspects Tikki is already up, enjoying the sun on the balcony. At the thought, the girl scrambles to get ready so she can enjoy the weather.

She’s done in record time, grabbing her phone as she joins Tikki.

 Kid Mime: good morning my faithful fair funny fast fancy festive fizzy funky friends

 Melodie: ‘Fizzy’?

 Kid Mime: i ran out of f adjectives

 Felix: You already had seven without that one.

 The Mom Friend: i think you did great

The Mom Friend 10/10 wood read again

 Kid Mime: yay!!

 Patisserie Princess: hiiiiii!!!!!!!

 Kid Mime: wats this????

Kid Mime: mari up??

 Melodie: With time to text too!

 Patisserie Princess: yep

Patisserie Princess: its spring!!!!!

 The Mom Friend: any of ur flowers blooming yet

 Patisserie Princess: not yet

Patisserie Princess: but soon. i can feel it

 Felix: That will certainly be exciting.

 Patisserie Princess: it will be!!!!!!!

Patisserie Princess: (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Patisserie Princess: k im heading out now!!!!!!!

 Kid Mime: byeeeeeeee!!!!!!

 Melodie: See you soon!

“Alright, let’s go, Tikki!” Marinette hops up from her chair, giving Tikki a moment to hide in her purse before hurrying downstairs. She shouts goodbye to her parents as she heads to school.

It’s so sunny, and she’s smiling wide. Today is a good day.

She arrives at school in what must be record time. She spots Allan and Claude walking into the building together and joins them.

“Hi!!!” Marinette chirps.

“Hey, ‘Nette. Good to see you so early,” Allan greets her.

Claude throws their arms in the air. “Marinette! Our sunshine has arrived!!”

“Adrien is our sunshine,” she corrects.

“Hmm.” Claude pretends to think this over. “This is a conundrum.”

“You’re a star,” Allan suggests.

“Yes!! Perfect!”

“You guys are stars too!!” Marinette smiles.

Claude strikes a DramaticPose™. “Well, of course I’m a star!”

Allan and Marinette clap appropriately. A few nearby students join in. Claude bows several times.

“Thank you, thank you!”

Marinette throws a flower at him. “Bravo!”

Claude gasps, clutching the flower to his chest. “The fair maiden has chosen me! I have been awarded a flower from our fair lady!”

Marinette curtsies. “‘Tis no trouble to me, my knight.”

“Shall I escort you and your companion to your court?”

“It would be very kind of you sir, I am expecting company from neighboring kingdoms.”

“Then we shall depart at once!”

With Allan and Marinette snickering, Claude leads the pair to the library where Felix and Allegra are calmly sitting at a table.

“Her royal highness, Our Star has arrived! Her meeting place is quieter than the courtyard, so we shall withhold the fanfare! Trumpets on standby!”

The librarian shoots him a grateful look, and Marinette can hear Allegra and Felix sigh in unison at Claude’s antics. Allegra shuts her book and turns. Allan and Marinette are both struggling to muffle their laughter. Claude has a flower behind his ear and leads the two to the table.

“Greetings fair lady Allegra and lord Felix of kingdoms Coudriet and Voclain! I am delighted to inform you that we have been blessed with the presence of Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng and Monsieur Poirot!”

Allegra and Felix clap quietly.

“So what brought this on?” Felix queries.

“Marinette gave me a flower!” Claude chirps.

“You look great, Claude. Very cute.” Allegra smiles.

“Thanks! I’m gorgeous!” Claude pretends to flip his hair.

“Oh for sure,” Allan agrees. “Model material over here.”

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The group is on their way out of school when Marinette gets a call. They slow down so she can talk and walk easier.

“Hello?”

They hear shouting on the other end.

“Well, I’m not opposed, but weren’t we-”

The person on the other end interrupts her.

“He is? Well- What do you mean he’s at school?!”

She pauses.

“Since yesterday? Excuse me, but he wasn’t also working?! Ohhh, he’s a dead man,” she growls. “Does he think-?!”

A sharp retort from the other end.

“It was rhetorical, and you didn’t let me finish.” Marinette rolls her eyes.

More talking on the other end, then the call ends.

“‘Just get over here now’” Marinette mimics, then deadpans, “Thanks for the suggestion, I was planning on touring France first.”

“What’s going on?” Claude asks.

Marinette wrinkles her nose, frowning. “That was Chloe, she says we’re doing it now.”

“Like, now? Weren’t we going to like… finalize things?” Allan asks.

“Oh heck yeah! Finally! That man is going down!” Allegra cheers.

“What happened?” Felix frowns.

Claude looks concerned. “Is Adrien okay?”

“No. He’s been crazy sick since yesterday, and Gabriel is making him go about as usual because he’s trying to get as much stuff out as he can to recover from all the backlash recently. We’re stopping by Dupont to bring him to the bakery, then we’re going to call in some favors a little earlier than anticipated.”

“I wish I could punch him. I wish I could punch him multiple times,” Allegra mutters.

---

Marinette leads them up the stairs of Dupont, and though she’s been attending a different school for the majority of the year, everyone there knows to stay out of her way with that look in her eyes.

She’s on the warpath.

At the library, she finds Chloe and Sabrina, with a very tired Adrien who is sleeping on his textbook.

He’s pale, and his face is flushed. He looks shaky and weak, and Marinette’s heart sinks at her kitty in such a state. She goes up to him, crouching beside his chair and running her fingers through his hair.

His eyes open and he squints at her through his half-open lids, his eyes glazed over.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” she whispers. “Want to go home?”

He nods, barely with her, and she runs her fingers through his hair a little more. His eyes slip closed again. She can hear her friends talking behind her, but that doesn’t matter at the moment. He’s purring, but it’s very quiet, and if she didn’t know better, she’d pass it off as just weird breathing from being so sick.

Keeping one hand in his hair, she stands and turns to her friends. “We’re taking him home now, then we can start finishing this.”

They nod, and Allan speaks up, “Who can carry him?”

Marinette just picks him up, which they all accept as an answer. She frowns. “He shouldn’t be this light.”

“Fucking Gabriel,” Allegra and Chloe mutter.

As she carries him outside, she sees Nino give her a relieved smile. He and Adrien may not hang out much anymore, but he still cares about the model.

When they arrive in the designer’s room, Marinette places him gently on the chaise, settling a blanket over him and sitting in front of him.

Chloe pulls down the sheet from Marinette’s ceiling. It’s covered in various sticky notes and lists. There’s phone numbers scattered about, with lines connecting them to other places. A checklist occupies the corner, with various things marked off, all are connected to some other part of the organized mess.

It’s impressive it all fits.

“Felix, Chloe, if either of you need to step out to speak with the lawyers, then go ahead. Sabrina-”

The other girl smiles, waving her off. “I’m already looking it over.”

“Great, thank you,” Marinette nods.

“I can call about the apartment,” Allegra volunteers.

“Good idea. Then I guess-”

Claude puts a hand on her shoulder. “Mari, it’s okay. We know what to do, you can just take care of Adrien right now.”

She sighs, smiling gratefully, and nodding, turning to Adrien. She tunes out the rest of the room, eyes only for her partner. She sees worried green eyes peering out from his overshirt, and waves at the Kwami subtly. The God simply nods at her and burrows closer to his Chosen.

Putting a hand to his forehead, she confirms that he definitely has a fever. She heads to the kitchen, finding the thermometer, and grabbing a glass of water in case he wants it.

Her room is a busy center for the various plans going on, as everyone assigns themselves tasks to complete to get as much done as quickly as they can. The noise level still manages to remain low, as everyone is aware of the model resting.

“Hey,” Marinette whispers, brushing Adrien’s hair out of his face. “Can I get your temperature quick?”

He manages a nod.

She frowns at the number displayed. “Definitely a fever.”

Adrien hums.

“I’d offer you water, but you probably just want to go back to sleep, huh?”

He slow blinks at her, and she smiles softly, returning the look and squeezing his hand quickly while he continues to sleep. She turns around, sitting against the chaise again.

Marinette gets out a laptop, typing furiously as she gets to work as well, emailing the journalists that Nadja had mentioned to her.

 Hello! You seem as though you’re a reputable reporter who can help me out! I hate to see people getting away with terrible things, and given the current state of the Agreste brand, this seems like a good time to bring this to light. Attached to this email, you’ll find…

 Greetings! I trust you’ll respect my wish to remain anonymous. I understand you specialize in exposés…

 I have attached some stories to this email that did not receive the attention they should have. I believe that this could be a good time for a journalist such as yourself to bring them back to light, so that this may receive the attention it deserves…

 I’d like to remain anonymous, but I thought you’d be interested…

 The Gabriel brand has a history of covering up less than flattering stories, but…

 The designer emails tens of reporters, all about a variety of things that Gabriel’s lawyers had gone to great lengths to keep from reaching the mainstream media. The stories range from everything to the treatment of their workers to claims of art theft, to suspicious movement of money, and more. She contacted people from all over, bloggers, to journalists to news anchors, and more than a few people outside of Paris and even France.

She emailed people mentioned in articles, encouraging them to speak out again. She went to relevant online forums and anonymously mentioned that now would be a good time for the brand’s darker secrets to come to like, if anyone was so inclined, and linked to several other news outlets that would likely take the stories.

She sent a variety of emails to big names in the fashion world, feigning hesitance to purchase from them, given their closeness to someone like Gabriel, who is currently so negatively viewed.

The best part is that all the things she’d mentioned were already true. She and her friends had spent weeks looking for the stories and the interviews that had been ignored and conveniently ‘lost’.  They were going to find even more, but even if they’re doing this early, internet sleuths will be entirely capable of finding it themselves, which will only lead to further waves.

Marinette was sure to ask for anonymity, or even encourage them to not mention her at all. She used different emails and forms of contact, using different styles of writing and, when contacting someone in a different language, she used different levels of fluency in the language. The people she contacted had little to no connections to each other, and she sent a few emails out on various delays.

Even if people suspected one person had been behind all of these reports coming out at once, they wouldn’t be able to tie it back to her, if they even thought that a group of teenagers could be responsible in the first place. Not that this is defamation.

No, that would imply that all of this is made up - and it’s all very, very true.

Gabriel doesn’t stand a chance.

---

Eventually, the others go home. Marinette had made a call to Nathalie to convince (read: threaten) her into letting Adrien have a sleepover. The woman had the nerve to argue that Adrien ‘is sick and needs to be under proper care’.

As if.

His proper care is never in the hands of Nathalie and Gabriel, no, Marinette is more than willing to take care of him.

He’d slept for most of the day. Even with everyone using her room as a headquarters for both Operation Emancipate Adrien and Operation Gabriel Takedown (it’s just more fun to have names, and it makes it feel a little less sad), he’d been dead to the world. She’s eaten dinner, so now she doesn’t really have much else to do.

Why not email some more people?

She’s in the middle of tracking down an article that could be useful when a hand reaches past her and shuts her laptop.

“Mari. Take a break.”

She turns to see a very tired Adrien awake once more, who is attempting to look reprimanding.

“I don’t need a break! I’m just-”

“Shhhhh.” He puts a finger over her mouth. “Don’t give m’ dumb dad all y’ur energy. Do something fun.”

“I’m not giving him all my energy. I’m just making sure he won’t have anything left to stand on. He’s gotten away with how he’s treated you for too long!” She argues.

“By wasting all your en’rgy on him. You guys have done plenty, don’ worry. Jus’... tell me how your garden’s doin’.”

Her face lights up at the question, and she excitedly describes to him how she has not one, not two, but three new sprouts, and how this plant is already blooming, and how that plant is doing so much better since she figured out that it wasn’t getting as much sun as she thought.

She rambles on and on, and he sinks back against the lounge, watching her happily update him on the state of one of her hobbies.

He loves seeing her smile.

He doesn’t realize he’s purring until she gives him a soft smile, just for him, that warms his heart. She starts scratching his head and continues to inform him about how different bugs are actually beneficial to gardens and different natural ways to keep unwanted bugs off plants without harming the plant or the good bugs.

He just lets her talk. His head still hurts, and he’s most certainly still sick, but this? This is nice.

Marinette notices that Adrien’s kitty kisses are beginning to give way to him struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Sleepy, Kitty?”

He hums.

“I’ll let you sleep.”

He reaches out to her slightly.

“Oh, alright. I guess.”

Feigning annoyance, she moves to sit with him on the chaise, hugging him close as he gets comfortable with the new arrangement. With a giant kitten sleeping and purring next to (and partially on) her, it isn’t long before she drifts off to sleep herself.

---

Author’s Note: So how was that? We'll be seeing it finally come to a close in chapter 40 (It's literally titled emancipation), but that focuses more on Adrien settling in to his new life.

I finished writing the last chapters last night. I'm still in shock I think, just a bit. I'll probably write a goodbye to this fic (because I'm sappy like that), then I can get started on all the events that I didn't write that I've promised to write for you guys. I know I promised Tikki and Plagg's talk after the reveal, as well as at least two or three other things, and, of course, Alya's (and Nino's) apologies to Adrien. I can't remember which events I promised, so please do let me know. (I think I have a few comments of a me listing them, so I may stalk through the comment section).

I know you all want the results to the survey, so you can find those here! (Another reminder that if you're here early, the link won't be there yet and you'll need to refresh the page 💕). I have a survey question that I really like, so after all the chapters I'll give it a one-shot all its own and, yes, it will have a survey that you guys can answer too. The next Dumb Debate will be in chapter 41, in case you were wondering. It's a fun one too.

Another thing to mention now that the story is wrapping up, I've saved scenes that I had to scrap or that went under intense rewrites so for those interested in seeing some deleted scenes, I'll post those the same day as the last chapter (which is an epilogue, and therefore shorter) to give you some extra content then.

Wow, it's weird that we're so close to the end.

Thank you all so much for reading!! Comments and kudos are my lifeblood and I cannot find enough ways to say thank you! Or if you're reading on tumblr, likes and reblogs (or asks, I never really get any) also make my day! Lovely to 'see' you guys and I hope you all have a wonderful day!

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[miraculousfanworks]

Fanfiction Prompt

Alya, Nino, Adrien and Marinette were cleaning up the classroom after another one of Tom's cooking classes, and just after Alya and Nino left them alone to throw some bags of rubbish in the school bins, a portal opened up and Bunnyx emerged, causing the two secret heroes to panic. Adrien moved to stand slightly in front of Marinette, ready to protect his friend if need be. "Bun- uhhh who are you?" Marinette blurted out, correcting herself once she remembered Adrien was there. "Adrien, Marinette, thank goodness," said Bunnyx, looking slightly distressed, before stopping, registering Marinette's query. "I'm Bunnyx, a time-travelling heroine that works with Ladybug and Chat Noir. Speaking of, they have a message for the both of you." Bunnyx put a hand on either of their shoulders, a severe expression on her face. "Adrien, you need to teach Marinette how to fence." They blinked. "Huh?" "You heard me," continued Bunnyx. "She's gonna need to get good at it. And keep it on the down-low. Just you two, no one else. Got it?" "But why would-" "Buh-buh-buh," Bunnyx cut off. "Time is a fragile thing, and that, my friend, is spoiler territory. Gotta go, bye!" And with a parting air kiss sent their way, she popped back into her Burrow, closing the portal. "So?" asked Chat Noir. "How'd it go?" "What did we look like?" Ladybug followed up. "Calm down, you two," Bunnyx chuckled. "Kitten Noir immediately went to protect Minibug, who almost let slip from the get-go. It was adorable." "Hah!" Chat crowed. "Pay up!" Ladybug grumbled as she handed him a box of cookies. "How'd you remember I almost slipped up, anyway?" "I had suspected you were Marinette heaps of times," Chat said, accepting the box. "It stuck in my memory." "Can you quit flirting with your fianceé for one minute and tell me why I had to do that? You never told me the reveal story, anyway - or how you got together, for that matter." Chat grinned. "Well, it started with a fencing lesson..."

via @seas-of-silver

[screamingpuffin]

Gamakichi seems happy :)

(Reference: https://www.freepik.es/foto-gratis/nino-gabardina-junto-al-lago_9010132.htm#page=1&query=familia%20lago&position=15)

[seasonofthegeek]

Comic Shop Heroes, Update 3

Read here.

Sneak Peek:

“What? Oh, this.” He tossed the cheese under counter and took the package the other man handed him. Adrien glanced at the return address and tossed it under the counter with the cheese. “So did your girlfriend like the books?”

“My girlfriend?” Nino scrunched up his face. “Oh, you mean Marinette? She’s my best friend, so not my girlfriend. Definitely not my girlfriend. I’m one hundred percent single, just in case anyone is curious.” He looked around the empty store once more as if Alya would magically appear.

“Oh, that’s cool. Cool, cool, cool.” Adrien drummed his fingers on the counter. “I am too. You know, just in case anyone else wants to know.”

They glanced at each other but kept any further queries to themselves. Nino finally took a step back. “I better get going. More deliveries to make.”

“Yeah, sure.” Nino was almost to the door when Adrien spoke again. “Hey! Do you want maybe hang out sometime?”

Nino turned around cautiously. “Uh, look, when I said I was single, I meant—“

“Wait! Holy cats, no, not that,” Adrien floundered. “I mean, you’re a nice looking guy and all but that’s not…” He scrunched his nose as his cheeks darkened. “I just meant that I’m new in town and Alya’s the only person I know and you seem cool. We could hang out or grab something to eat or go do…whatever you like doing?”

“Yeah, man,” Nino chuckled. He went back to the counter. “Give me your phone.” He plugged his number in and handed it back. “I gotta go finish up work. Text me later and we’ll make plans.”

[leswansong]

Chapter Nine - Adrinette April - Notes for you

Day 9 - Birthday Gifts

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His birthday, one of his five favourite days of the year, it wasn’t because of the gifts although it had been when he was younger but in recent years, to help him cope with his mother’s sudden disappearance Natalie had stopped scheduling his extra classes and any modelling gigs, it was in some way her birthday gift to him, his father… Apart from the time he tried to pass off one of Marinette’s gifts as his own, his gift never changed from the silly over expensive pen he usually got. Nino tried to keep up with Adrien’s interests but the amount of money Adrien had usually meant he already had it by the time his birthday rolled around but it didn’t stop Nino from trying in the end. Alya, she usually helped Nino with his gift but occasionally she picked something out that she thought he would like. His other classmates usually got him a card but by far Marinette’s hand-made gifts were his favourite, he could see the amount of time and care that went into each and every one of them, he wore all of them with pride, (whenever he got the chance of course,) he had started hiding them in his wardrobe so they wouldn’t accidentally get thrown out.

Natalie entered the dining room his schedule in her hands, he put down his spoon a took it from her hands, she quickly left the room leaving him with the schedule, he turned the screen on expecting to see an extremely uneventful day ahead of him but… he let out a sigh in disappointment at seeing his overloaded schedule, 8 am class, 10 am photo shoot, 11 am class, 1 pm finish the rest of the photo shoot, 2 pm class, 3:15 pm fencing, 4 pm Chinese. He was lucky that his father had decided not to break up his class time with his friends. Adrien dug his spoon into the bowel of cereal quickly eating it so he could get to class earlier to see all of his friends while he was still in a somewhat happy mood.

“Cheer up kid, some days have to be horrible so that the good ones stand out.”

“Since when did you become a philosopher Plagg?”

“Since you needed me too, now eat so you can see that Bakery girl faster.”

He continued eating trying to ignore the sudden warmth in his cheeks as his Kwami chuckled to himself through mouthfuls of cheese.

————

“Happy Birthday Adrien!” his best friend yelled from the top of the stairs.

He smiled at him and rushed up the stairs towards him, “Thanks, Nino.”

“So what do you want me to do about one Mayor Bourgeois’s daughter while you head up and see your blue-eyed crush.”

A light blush sprinkled across his cheeks, “I don’t think we will have to try very hard, she has been avoiding me for the last week and a half…”

“What’d you do?”

“I’ll tell you later, but please If Chloe-“

“I know, now head in, Alya may or may not have topped my gift this year.”

“I still can’t believe you told her.”

“The woman is scary at times and she had me cornered.”

“Doesn’t mean-“ he lowered his voice, “doesn’t mean tell her about my crush on her best friend.”

“Sorry man, I’ll make it up to you someday but hey,” he said shrugging his shoulders.

Adrien waved goodbye before heading up the steps only to be stopped by his friend again, “Wait,” he paused and looked back at him, “Happy Birthday,” he said again pushing a small wrapped gift into his hand, a small card sat atop it, “From Alya and me, she would kill me if I didn’t say it was.”

“What is it?” he queried.

“You’ll have to open it to find out.”

Adrien let out a groan, “Fine…” he responded dragging out the ‘e’.

He turned and headed back up the steps, other students greeted him in the halls each with their own birthday wishes, he ignored all the fangirls trying to hand him flowers as headed towards the class. The sound of girls laughing reached his ears as he climbed the steep steps, Marinette’s laugh stood out from the group, he hadn’t even seen her and yet his heart felt like it was about to burst from his chest, he couldn’t stop speculating what she had designed this year, would it be another scarf, a shirt or a hat, it was at one point important enough for her to run headfirst into an Akuma. He struggled to contain his excitement the closer he got to the green door, he tried his best to walk into class as nonchalantly as possible.

“Adrien!”

His heart felt like it had just burst at the sight of her, her hair had been done up in an elaborate bun, he could see a braid carefully wrapped around it keeping it in place, her usual clothes had been replaced by a grey long-sleeved knitted shirt and a bright red mini skirt with black tights to hide her legs, she was beautiful, she was always beautiful in his eyes but… today she was even more so.

“Marinette,” he tried his best not to sound speechless.

“Happy Birthday Adrien,” she replied handing him the wrapped present in her hands.

He looked down at the neat wrapping paper, she had taken even more time with the pastel pink wrapping paper making sure it was perfect. He could feel the box beneath the paper but the object within wasn’t heavy.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” Alya asked.

The question seemed to be enough to shake him from his dazed stupor, his fingers travelled down the side of the box trying to find an opening.

“Just rip it, Adrien,” Alix yelled from the back, he ignored her and slowly removed the wrapping from the box, he opened it and peeked inside, a read jacket sat neatly folded inside, he carefully pulled it from its cardboard confines to inspect it.

“I overheard you say a few weeks ago, just before Christmas I think that you wanted something to support our heroes of Paris and… I thought-“

“Marinette… It’s perfect, I… I… I love it, thank you,” Her nervous smile disappeared at his words.

He pulled her towards him for a tight embrace being careful not to crush her plastered arm, her right arm slowly snaked it’s way around him, the smell of her strawberry and raspberry shampoo hit his nose, he caught sight of Alya over Marinette’s shoulder, her phone was in her hands and she was most likely snapping as many pictures as she could, he would have to ask her to send it to him later. Adrien felt Marinette push slightly against his chest, he did as he was told and let go of her, silently morning the loss.

“I’m glad you like it, Adrien.”

The loud ringing of the school bell rang loudly into the classroom, shutting down any chance for him to reply, his classmates all shuffled to their seats. He took a closer look at the jacket, it was in the style of a varsity jacket, the chest and accents were black, the back had been embroiled with the two hero’s logo’s, one was overlapping the other, the right sleeve was red and the left was green corresponding to the side in which the logo’s sat on the back. He was truly proud of all the effort she had put into it in such little time, she had really outdone herself, he quickly peeled off his over shirt and slipped the jacket one just as Ms Mendev’s voice boomed over the class, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

AN: do I have to do the next prompt? yes yes, I do, I can pun whenever I want but when trying to write can I? Nope…

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