#clawdrien

[ninadove]

So when another clone of Adrien’s dyes his hair green and goes on a rant about rewriting the world according to his wishes, he’s just “grieving” and “should go to the movies with Nino”. But when I, Argos,

[princess-of-the-corner]

I'd go with clawdrien and shadynette, because you KNOW alya has chatdrien and ladynette as tags

Ha!

[goldensmilingbird]

I have a very evil idea

What if reverse Felix is dead

Like Colt actually broke him

And then lied about him going missing

(I need our Felix and Clawdrien interactions like air and I want them to be angsty)

[ninadove]

His eyes… Look like his cousin’s…

[ninadove]

It’s just me, myself and I

Stuck in my bedroom

Living in this world you left behind

— Legendary, from EPIC: The Musical

For @paracosmicat! 💜🐈‍⬛

[ninadove]

🐈‍⬛ Sentitwin Week 🦚

Day 2: akuma · amok · grave

“I’m not afraid of your threats, and I don’t need your powers.”

He would have stayed there forever, if he could. This was how it was always supposed to be: the two of them together, united by something stronger than blood — stronger than magic.

Adrien knew he was stalling, crushed by the enormity of the truth. He just needed a few seconds more.

“I think your father has the Peacock Miraculous,” he finally whispered. “And I’m going to take it back.”

— Everything I did (I did for you)

[ninadove]

Un bouquet d’œillets blancs 🦋

Chapter 1: Words fail

Felix always had something to say.

His brain was perpetually buzzing with questions, ignited at the discovery of every puzzle he could not solve; he burnt to understand the secret mechanisms that set the world in motion, to solve the complex equation of the human race.

“Why is the sky blue?”

“Why did Romeo not check Juliet’s pulse?”

“Why is Mum wearing long sleeves in the middle of summer?”

The answers were rarely satisfying, if spoken at all.

Talking is difficult, but the cousins make it work.

For @paracosmicat! 💜

[ninadove]

Un bouquet d’œillets blancs 🦋

Chapter 4: Better in stereo

Shipwreck was an art, and Adrien excelled at it.

Every cell, every thought of theirs strived to achieve complete abandon, to sink into the cushions and never resurface. Gaze lost in the immensity of their ceiling, they drifted away, farther from shore with every second ticked by.

Felix would steer the ship for them both.

[ninadove]

Un bouquet d’œillets blancs 🦋

Chapter 2: Noah’s ark should have had a cat like you

Adrien’s silence was different. Self-imposed, in the same way a fortress would be: locked behind its crushing walls, he was safe, and terribly lonely.

As much as the adults were interested in what he had to say, they did not care to listen: had they paid any attention, they would have realised that lowering the golden child’s drawbridge was as easy as opening his toy chest.

[ninadove]

Un bouquet d’œillets blancs 🦋

Chapter 3: Seventy doors

The mansion boasted four floors, sixty-two rooms, and seventy doors.

Felix knew, because he had checked. The methodic census had been conducted with utmost scientific precision two summers prior: every sleepless night was an excuse to roam the house like a ghost, to twist the knobs, to peek through the keyholes.

Seventy doors to guard.

It was only a matter of time until one of them was left open.