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All You Knead Is Loave (a miraculous one-shot)

Pairing: Marinette x Adrien Genre: Romance Rating: K+ Words: 2805 Summary: With her clumsiness in full swing, Marinette trips and sends Tikki flying across the classroom. Thinking she's a doll, the ever-crafty Lila accuses Marinette of stealing her—but for a certain clued-up classmate, that just won’t do. (Adrienette reveal fic.)

ANs: Bonjour! This prompted one-shot was written for a one year anniversary event on the Miraculous Fanworks Discord server! The prompt, courtesy of Squishysib on AO3, was:

Tikki is somehow revealed to the class, but the class thinks she’s a doll. This could be anything from Marinette tripping and she comes flying out of the purse, to Lila stealing her from Marinette’s bag and claims that Mari stole it from her. Either way Adrien sees Tikki and uses the braincell.

Thanks for the prompt, Sibby! Hope you all enjoy. :D

ALL YOU KNEAD IS LOAVE:

First, her pigtails took twenty-two minutes to come to terms with the concept of symmetry.

Then, she barrelled through the bakery, only for Sabine to point out her shirt was back to front.

Now, she found herself in the midst of another maladroit mistake.

Underestimating the height of a step.

The first step to her seat.

A seat that was conspicuously empty because she was late.

But oh, it didn't stop there.

No no no. The day was just getting started.

Because in that moment of supreme clumsiness, Tikki, who'd been snoozing in the aftermath of a late-night akuma, flew from Marinette's pink clutch.

Time slowed, and in a blur of red and black, the kwami sailed through the air.

Down, down, down.

Until she landed on the hardwood floor, near a pair of brown boots. With eras of practice under her figurative belt, Tikki went rigid in a nanosecond.

But like a fox, Lila pounced. "My doll!"

Marinette's eyes bulged as Lila swiped Tikki off the floor.

"This was a gift from Prince Ali on a trip to Achu," she cried, clutching Tikki to her chest. "I thought it fell out of my bag! I was SO heart-broken."

It was then that crafty eyes honed in on her.

"Why did you have it, Marinette?"

Gasps shook the air.

All eyes in the classroom whipped to her.

Marinette marched up to Lila's desk, her shoulders squared. "Because she's MY doll," she growled, "not yours!"

A two-second silence hung thick in the air.

Frantic chatter erupted. Her classmates spoke over each other, a flurry of questions and accusations flooding the room.

"Children! Children!" Miss Bustier cried over the commotion, holding her hands high. "Settle down, everyone. I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for this."

"It's okay, everybody," Lila declared, cradling Tikki in her conniving clutches. "The last place I saw Cindy was Place des Vosges. That's right by her parents' bakery." Her lower lip quivered as she spared the still-frozen kwami a dramatic glance. "Maybe Marinette just found her and didn't know who she belonged to." She sent the fuming girl a shaky smile. "Right, Marinette?"

"No!" Marinette sliced a hand through the air. "No, that's NOT right at all! I've had her for over a year and—"

Lila gasped, pressing Tikki to her chest as if expecting Marinette to lunge. "You're not refusing to leave Cindy with her rightful owner, are you?"

"But, Lila, you're not the rightful owner."

Marinette's sights shifted left.

Because someone had shared that truth.

With startling certainty.

But that someone hadn't been her.

A wall of windows framed Adrien's body, spilling light across his golden hair like a literal halo of sunshine. The human embodiment of an angel, watching over her clumsy self. He stared down Lila, his jaw tight and his eyes ablaze. It was an expression she was well-acquainted with, though she'd only ever seen it in another pair of eyes, on another face, from another boy.

"Her name is Tikki and she belongs with Marinette."

Every cell in her body screeched to a halt.

"I know this because she's one half of a pair—"

He wasn't another boy!

"—and I just so happen to own the other doll."

Adrien reached beneath his white overshirt, revealing a black doll with green eyes and a wiry tail. Only, it wasn't a doll at all. It was an unmoving Plagg, right there in Adrien's palm.

In Chat Noir's palm.

Her Kitty.

Her Adrien.

The same person.

Currently sending her his softest smile, eyes creased and imploring and utterly heart-melting.

"Right, Marinette?"

Reality struck with the subtlety of a spaceship. She shook her head with whiplash-inducing suddenness. Or did she already have whiplash?

…

Chat Noir is Adrien!

…

His eyes flickered over her face and slowly, his smile sank. "Marinette?"

Wait.

She'd shaken her head.

That meant she disagreed.

But she didn't.

Because Adrien was right.

Marinette nodded like a bobblehead stuck in an earthquake, fixing her tragic faux pas.

…

Adrien is Chat Noir!

…

He stepped between her and Lila and held out an expectant hand, palm up and waiting. "Thanks, Lila," he chimed, as cool as a whole patch of cucumbers, "for returning Tikki to Marinette."

Lila's lips moved, spelling what were probably more lies. Marinette was too busy fighting the blaring MAYDAY in her brain. Adrien Agreste, her larger-than-life partner. Chat Noir, her angelic classmate and year-long crush.

And if his face showed his thoughts, each one was hidden; he stood between her and Lila, quiet as his hand inched closer to the latter. His fingers beckoned like a silent encouragement. Or a silent hurry up.

A nerve twitched in Lila's temple, and Marinette's mouth fell open as Lila reluctantly placed Tikki—poor Tikki, stuck in a pose that looked awfully uncomfortable—into Adrien's awaiting palm. His fingers curled around her kwami like she was a living thing.

Because she was.

She was and Adrien knew it.

Just like he knew she was Ladybug.

He… knew she was…

"I'm so sorry, Adrien!" Lila threw both hands to her lips. "You too, Marinette. I don't know what came over me. My rare disease must be acting up again!"

Marinette's lips parted.

Some sort of strangled sound escaped them.

She should've just kept quiet.

"It's all right." A smile lined Adrien's voice. The same voice that delivered silly puns, cheesy one-liners and words of affirmation, all behind a black, leather mask. "If you'd like a referral for a great doctor, I can ask Father for some recommendations."

"Wow!" Lila pressed her palms together, flaunting a sickeningly sweet grin. "That's so nice of you, Adrien. I might just take you up on that!"

"No problem." But as he faced Marinette, she was eighty five percent sure she glimpsed the tail end of a grimace. Then, their eyes met, and his wrinkled with a smile, glistening green like dew-dusted fields, like early spring, like Chat Noir's.

Adrien stepped closer and held out his hand, Tikki stiff in his palm.

Marinette stared. She stared at his hand. She stared at Tikki. She stared at the shine of silver around his ring finger.

Marinette "Staring" Dupain-Cheng.

That was her name now—

A cough cut through the air. It sounded suspiciously like Alya.

But something else yanked her back to reality.

A warmth around her hand.

His gloveless fingers curled around hers, placing Tikki in her trembling grasp.

Trembling because he was her partner, her kitty…

And he knew it too.

Adrien guided her hand to her chest. "She's back where she belongs." His touch was tender, so very warm, and dare she think, loving. "With you, Mariboo."

Marinette's eyes blew wide. Her face was an actual sun, her heart a pounding conga drum, and by the way her jaw slackened, words were a foreign concept.

Adrien pressed a palm to her forehead, and she went stiff as a mannequin. "Excuse me, Miss Bustier? I think Marinette's running a fever." No, but give her five seconds and good God, she might be.

"No no no!" She peeled his palm away. "I am totally—"

One wink from her kitty.

"—uhh – in need of a qualified ice pack! I mean nurse!" She offered an affirmative nod. "Yes. A qualified nurse. Who can give me an ice pack. For my forehead. Which is on fire."

Adrien turned back to the teacher. "May I please have your permission to walk her to the nurse's office?"

"You're both excused," said Miss Bustier, beaming from the front of the classroom. "Take care, Marinette."

"I'm sure he will!" Marinette lurched ramrod straight. "I mean, I'm sure I will. Take care. So much care." She showed a double thumbs up. "And so will Chadrien—dah!—Adrien. Of me. He will take so much care of me."

From the corner of her eye, a hand appeared on her shoulder.

"Thanks, Miss Bustier!"

Even through her black blazer, the heat of his hand radiated as he guided her out of the classroom and into the sunny spring air.

It wasn't until they reached a quiet corner of the courtyard that Marinette realised three things:

She'd eyeballed his hand since its arrival on her shoulder.

Two hands now held her shoulders in place of one.

Both hands were trembling.

Marinette gazed at the boy before her. His eyes – the same eyes that glowed green during late-night patrols – pored over every inch of her face.

And finally, they found her own.

Gradually, his lips parted—

"I expect one heaping pile of cheese after THAT whole charade!"

Plagg emerged between them, a crease on his forehead and his tiny arms crossed.

It was then, as Tikki flew from her palm to hover near her shoulder, that Marinette realised she'd spent that whole time laying comatose in her hand. "Plagg," her kwami growled, hands on her hips, "they were about to have a moment!"

"So whaaat?" Plagg flicked a dismissive hand, suspended mid-air as though splayed across a sunlounger. "The cat's outta the bag! They have all the time in the WORLD to have more moments." He flipped upside down. "Besides, being a doll really worked up my appeti—"

Tikki fired him one of the fiercest glares Marinette had ever seen. And not just from her kwami.

Plagg righted himself, ears flattening. "Err – What I meant to say is that YOU must be starving, Sugar Cube." She shoved her nose to the cloudless sky with a little harumph, so he zoomed to her side. "You stayed still for SO long. It was very impurressive!"

Marinette pursed her lips. Apparently, Plagg cat punned too. "I'm so sorry for this whole mess, Tikki." Her kwami's face brightened as she held up a pink macaron. "Tomorrow, I'll be sure to bake you a whole batch of these little guys!"

Meanwhile, Adrien tossed a wedge of camembert in the air. "And I'll be sure to order an entire box of Pont l'Eveque," he promised, as Plagg downed the wedge in one gulp. "Just for you, buddy."

Plagg rubbed his belly and burped. "It's a start, I suppose."

"So," Adrien said, sights settling on her, "now I know you're a baker's daughter." His eyes gleamed. "I'd batter get a batch of puns in the oven, huh?"

Yup. That was her silly kitty, all right.

A giggle escaped her. "As long as your puns aren't stale," she countered, complete with a cheeky grin.

With gentle fingers and a gentler smile, he looped a strand of hair behind her ear. "Only the freshest for you, Mariboo."

Heat flamed up her face as she gawped at him, speechless.

Was he—

Was she—

Were they flirting?

Adrien bolted upright. "S-Sorry!" He rubbed the nape of his neck. "Old habits pie hard, I guess."

Marinette blinked at him.

Once.

Twice.

Finally, she made words happen.

"N-N-No!"

Kind of.

With a clear of her throat, Marinette tried again. "No, it's okay, Adrien." She reached for his hands, hearing his soft gasp as her skin brushed his. "I loave your puns."

His lips quirked up.

"You wouldn't be you without them." She threaded their fingers, free of leather and latex. He was so, so warm. "And thank you, Kitty," she breathed, giving his hands the lightest squeeze, "for all your help back there."

"Of course, M'Lady." Her heart fluttered, first at the title, then at the way he squeezed her hands right back. "You and me against the world, right?"

"Always."

A soft smile painted his lips.

It was so Adrien.

So Chat Noir.

So him—

"Y'know," he whispered, his voice feather light, "I could glaze into your eyes all day."

The sentiment of those words shone true in his own and before she knew it, Marinette was bringing her lips up to his. It was a light kiss. A quick kiss. Too sudden to let herself tremble. Too sudden to let him return it. Even as she pulled back, the warmth of his lips lingered on hers like an irrefutable fact.

She'd just kissed Adrien Agreste.

His mouth popped open, closed, open again.

Apparently, her kiss had turned him into a goldfish.

Oh God.

No no no no no.

Nerves exploded in her chest.

Had she misread his cute comment?

Marinette leapt back. "Sorry! Sorry! I am SO sorry!" She clutched her scalp in both hands and started to pace. "I – I thought— I mean, you were just so sweet and I—"

Adrien sprung forward to grip her elbow. "Date!" He slapped that same hand to his chest, panic flashing in his eyes. "I mean, would you like to date me?" One shake of his head. "No. Uh. Go on a date with me?" He kneaded his temples. "Which might lead to dating. If you'd like. But if not, that's fine too. There's still that boy and you—"

Marinette cut him off with a laugh of relief. “Silly cat.” She re-tangled her fingers with his, peering up at him through full lashes. “You ARE the boy”—oh, the irony—"and you always HAVE been.”

Adrien gaped, once again embracing his inner-fish. “I… I am?”

Chewing her lip, she nodded—slowly but surely.

In the moments that followed, his look of sheer shock transformed into unbridled joy. He leaned in close, their hands weaved together, and oh, she could definitely get used to this. "So, Marinette, what would you say if you and I met up tonight for a little dinner? Rooftop style?"

"I'd say that sounds purrfect."

Just like the sunshine smile that brightened his face in that moment.

She might've booped his adorable nose, had his hands not been so warm, so soft, so perfect in hers. Instead, she traced a thumb up the side of his hand, and her heart thrummed as he did it right back.

"Marinette?" Adrien's gaze flicked from her to his feet and back again. "Now that we're on the same page"—the tips of his ears flushed pink—"I'd loave to kiss you again… if you have dough complaints—"

Marinette moved onto her tiptoes and answered with her lips on his.

And this time, he kissed back. Lightly. Nervously. Perfectly imperfect.

One brush of his lips. Their noses bumped. They shared an awkward laugh and an angle readjustment; then, their lips reunited like two pieces of a puzzle, melding as wonderfully as his hands in hers.

Those same hands left her own, and her lips stilled on his. Until his arms stuttered around her. Inched her closer. Hesitated. She slid her hands through his golden locks, softer than mulberry silk. Her pulse fluttered as he melted against her, the delicious aroma of cologne filling her senses. Sweet. Spicy. Dizzying.

Like a budding artist to white canvas, each brush of their lips came more surely than the last—

A whiny groan had them springing apart. "Humans show affection in the most DISGUSTING of ways," Plagg droned, sticking out his pink tongue.

Marinette assumed the shade and heat of a chili. She jerked to throw her hands over her eyes, but as she glimpsed Adrien's endearing expression, they stopped just shy of her face. He'd revealed the most adorable of pouts and dawww, her poor heart was about ready to burst.

"Pla-Plagg," Adrien sputtered, and she imagined his tail going straight as a sabre. "That – That was our"—he hesitated, counting on his fingers—"fourth kiss you just interrupted!"

Plagg snorted. "Yeah, and I'm sure there'll be plenty more where THAT came from."

Tikki shot Plagg a scowl.

He whipped behind Adrien, peeking over his shoulder.

With a heart-stuttering smile, Adrien recouped his composure like a stumbling runway model, a blunder she knew for a fact he'd never done. He ruffled his perfectly coiffed hair and God, he sure looked like her kitty now. "Guess Plagg had better get used to the kisses"—he took her hands in his, his eyes twinkling—"because yours are unfurgettable."

"Except for the first two times when they weren't—"

"Plagg!" Adrien's pout returned with a vengeance. His red-tipped ears, twice as much.

Through a giggle, Marinette squeezed his hands. "Magic notwithstanding," she said, and placed a reassuring peck on his cheeks. "And back cat ya, my kitty."

Adrien's eyes went wide as a chasm, that pawsitively adorable blush creeping down his ears to his cheeks. Soon, his face softened, and a dreamy sigh slid from his lips. "I love when mew call me that."

First, her pigtails had taken twenty-two minutes to come to terms with the concept of symmetry.

Then, she'd barrelled through the bakery, only for Sabine to point out her shirt was back to front.

After, she'd tripped on a step and nearly lost her poor kwami to Lila.

But now, here she was, hand-in-hand with her friend, her partner, the love of her life.

And with their first date tonight, the day was just getting started.

#adrinette #adrienette #ml fic #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #all you knead is loave #captain meowvel #miraculous fanworks #miraculous fanworks discord server #ml reveal

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Have a cheeky sneak peek! (You Times Two, Ch 11)

Hey. Hi. Hello. I’m hoping to use Tumblr as a way to keep my readers posted between updates, to share sneak peeks, ask you guys questions, and for anything else that pops into my brain as a good use for Tumblr.

Come to think of it, feel free to send me questions and messages using the “Message Me” function on my page. I love hearing from you guys and I welcome whatever questions - relating to my fics, my writing, my personal life. All is fine by me! :D

NOW THEN.

Below the cut is a sneak peek from Chapter 11 of my Miraculous fic, You Times Two. At 500+ words, it’s kind of technically a little more than a peek, but I am weak. HAHA.

Disclaimer: This writing is a draft, is not beta-read and may differ from the final product.

Find the first chapter of YTT here!

Enjoy the sneak peek!

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“Where’s Ladybug?”

“Feeling blue without M’Lady in red? I know just how you—”

CRACK!

Chat Noir’s back struck something solid, punching air from his lungs.

Wood crunched.

Metal rung.

The building around him buckled, rubble raining from above. A wall tipped toward him. He caught it with his staff, seeking shelter beneath it from the falling debris.

Deafening bangs and clatters gave way to sudden silence and with a sigh, his shoulders slackened. Dust swirled in the sunlight that peeked through the rubble above him.

“Good thing I’m not claw-strophobi—i—i—”

A violent sneeze racked his body, his staff slid from the wall, and he was suddenly pinned between plaster and pavement.

Croaking out a groan, he reached blindly for his staff—“Gotcha!”—and extended it against the wall, creating just enough space to roll free from its crushing weight. A few splintered beams hung low overhead, forcing him to crouch. Around him, mounds of planks, poles and brick formed a maze that shielded him from the akuma wreaking havoc outside. (Though, did being surrounded by rubble still count as inside?)

Screams echoed somewhere beyond the ruins. A maniacal laugh followed. Each zap of that pesky paint brush was like a laser from a sci-fi film.

Damn it!

The trigger-happy villain was back at it again, shooting anything and everything.

Well, almost anything and everything.

In the few minutes that Chat Noir had gone toe to toe – or rather, staff to paint brush – with Putricasso, he’d noticed the eye-achingly colourful villain was more hellbent on claiming his Miraculous than transforming him into Le Chat Magnifique. Clearly, he didn’t want to risk tainting their jewels with his powers.

Chat shrunk his staff, scanning the maze of rubble for a way out—

“Ladybug!”

His cat-ears twitched at the title.

“Your earrings,” Putricasso barked, somewhere out on the street. “Give them to me!”

“Sorry, but you didn’t say the magic word!”

Like always, Chat’s heart buzzed in his chest. He heard the zips of her yoyo, her soft grunts as she moved, the vexed growls of Putricasso.

“Stay still, you pesky bug!”

Chat spied a kaleidoscope of colours through an opening to his left. A way out. He squeezed through the rubble and in a matter of moments, stumbled out onto the street. A street that, even before he’d been thrown into that construction site, had looked less like the City of Love and more like Alice in Wonderland gone wild.

But he didn’t have time to take in the scenery.

Ladybug was on the ground, her yoyo halfway across the street and her panic oddly palpable. Putricasso loomed over her, his smirking lips spelling some generic monologue.

“Soon, art galleries all over Paris will be begging for my magnificent creations—”

One extension of Chat’s staff sent him skyward.

“—but first—”

He flipped mid-air, shortening his staff.

“—your earrings, Ladybrat!”

His re-stretched staff slammed the street, mere inches from Putricasso’s greedy hand. “Such an unbefitting title for M’Lady!” He circled down his staff like a veteran fireman, his smile broad, but his eyes ablaze. “Purrhaps I should teach you some manners?”

In one fell swoop, his boots hit the street and his staff struck Putricasso’s oversized paint brush.

“Mangy cat! I’ll teach YOU some manners!”

“Easel said than done!”

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I cracked up in the cinema at this. Felt like I was watching Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series. Wonder if they took inspo from it when writing this dialogue...

#yugioh #ygo dsod #yugioh dsod #seto kaiba #kaiba #atems perfectly coiffed hair is literal goals

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#ml nyc special #ML NY #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous #miraculous ladybug

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captainmeowvelwrites · 5 years ago

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chat noir would make a horrible villain,,,, ladybug gonna just pspspspspspps and distract him with a laser until he gets sleepy and takes a cat nap

#miraculous ladybug #chat noir #ladybug #miraculous #adrien agreste

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#meme #memes #dank #funny #lol #pun #humor #humour #lmao #dank meme #dank memes

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Adrien Agreste when a whole bunch of construction crew show up the day after his mother disappears and start building additions to the mansion that he never actually sees: Welp, that seems normal.

#adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug #emilie agreste #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth

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captainmeowvelwrites · 5 years ago

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THIS.

This right here is such a mood.

adrinette trying to get through an automatic door are my last two brain cells trying to get from “thinking about doing” to “doing”

#ml ny spoilers #ml ny special #miraculous ladybug #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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captainmeowvelwrites · 5 years ago

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ML NY SPECIAL SPOILERS

So this is me having way too many feelings about two fictional kid superheroes who should kiss

Or alternatively: I was particularly struck by Marinette’s reaction to [redacted] and it took me 2k words to unravel this. There’s no tl;dr. Follow me under the cut if you dare

Keep reading

#ml ny special #ml ny spoilers #ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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People have already talked at length about Adrien’s abusive background and the way it has shaped his personality, the way it influences his decisions and behavior. It’s something he’s been slowly learning to grow out of, and I think the show has done a pretty good job at illustrating this process in a realistic way. There’s no switch that can be flipped, no magic cure that will instantly make him unlearn a lifetime of lessons imparted by the most important -and for a long while, the only- person(s) in his small world. Leaving all those bad lessons behind, finding new, healthier ways to approach life and people, is going to be hard work and a long road.

That said, I think the events of this special were, overall, the best thing that’s happened to Adrien’s self esteem probably… ever. After an entire life spent doing everything perfectly and it never being deemed good enough, Adrien finally, truly screwed up. Badly. Arguably, so badly he could not have done worse if he tried. And he discovered, to his utter astonishment, that he was still loved, still needed, still wanted anyway. I don’t expect this to turn his life around completely, that’s not how life works. But I have no doubt the experience was, is, will be life changing for him.

There’s something about this episode that I think is extraordinary, that sets it apart from a lot of children’s cartoons’ similar episodes with similar messages. It doesn’t ask Adrien to redeem himself.

The consequences of his actions aren’t downplayed. We see Ladybug’s anger. We see the ruined streets of Paris as the news helicopter flies above them and a journalist asks “where were our heroes?”. We see Aeon’s mother cry over her daughter’s dead body, we hear Aeon’s other mother’s accusations, a chilling scene that simultaneously underlines the gravity of what just happened and what our kid protagonists don’t have: experienced adults willing to guide them and protect them from making this kind of mistake. Because that’s what this was. A mistake. All things considered, a pretty innocent, well intentioned mistake. The mistake of a lonely boy with far too many and far too great responsibilities on his shoulders, desperate to not disappoint the people he looks up to.

And so the show doesn’t ask Adrien to redeem himself. It doesn’t require him to earn back the love and respect and trust of Ladybug and Plagg. It doesn’t require him to do something extraordinarily good and perfect to offset the terrible consequences of his slip up and prove himself worthy of the forgiveness of Aeon and her family, of Paris. Adrien’s a good kid who tries very, very hard to always do the right thing. The other characters know this. We know this. The show trusts that we know this. He made a mistake. He acknowledged it, took full responsibility, apologized, and vowed to not repeat it. That’s enough. It’s enough because “to err is human”, and one single error, even if it had terrible consequences, doesn’t cancel out all the good Adrien’s done so far. It doesn’t make him a bad person. It doesn’t define him. Adrien doesn’t need to learn to never make mistakes, because to err is human. He doesn’t need to try harder, because he’s already trying his hardest. He just needs to keep trying.

And he isn’t alone. He has people who love him and who are willing to help him fix this, just like he’s helped fix their mistakes and problems in the past and will continue to do in the future. The city of Paris can clean itself up, for once. Ladybug can undo Aeon’s death. Aeon can bring the ring back to him. And then all together they can save the day one more time.

#ml #ml spoilers #ml ny special #miraculous ladybug #ml ny spoilers #adrien agreste #miraculous #Adrien sugar

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