#gaberial agreste

[lemonsandwisdom]

An old cursed thing that I want on here

[knockknockitsnickels]

[litcrazh]

nino and adrien: the true bromance

*MY AU OBVI!!!*

•nino knows and was like “dude… i ACCUSED YOU OF GETTING WITH MY GF… and you leT ME??”

• now constantly will talk about how hot chat noir is because #bromance

• nino is awful at keeping secrets but with this he’s really good, BUT sometimes with alya he’ll just casually talk about chat noir like he’s his best friend because he is

• fucking gaberial likes nino now that he produces music and the agreste brand uses it in ad campaigns

• nino and adrien got drunk for the first time together

“yo bro, my dad left his stuff out,”

“adrien… deadass?”

*an hour later*

“an-and ladybug was al- *hiccup* all like *changes his voice to badly mimic her* chat noir stop joking ar-around *sobs louder* i’m noT JOKING AROUND IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!” adrien is an emotional drunk but as he gets older he is more flirty

”…”

“nino?”

“i’m gonna do a backflip,”

(15 around here - FRANCE DOESNT REALLY HAVE A DRINKING AGE DONT UNDERAGE DRINK PLEASE🙏🙏)

and after that they had school the next morning

“are you guys ok..?”

“ha! no.”

•THEY BOTH WEAR BACKWARDS HATS

• they are both really attractive and will workout together and adrien helped nino with his confidence in clothing and style

• nino collabs and produced with huge artists (kanye, jay, travis scott and tyler the creator) and adrien will play piano for some tracks *RUNAWAY*

• adrien goes to public school at like 13 and nino is quick to inform him about everything so he isn’t sheltered

•ADRIEN GOES TO BINO FOR LOVE ADVICE which is so cute

• nino and adrien live together throughout university (mari and alya move in for the last 2 years)

• nino is very active about blm and adrien is super supportive and him and nino get to model a photo shoot for agreste brand that has proceeds go to blm causes

• they both are corny ass boyfriends and will try to outdo it when it comes to romantic jestures- alya and marinette pretend to hate it but love it

• nino is a twitch streamer.

there vibes are in the pictures below

[quantums-black-cat]

What do you mean this is not what happened?

[pr1ncemax]

also no one asked but ,,,i had to. you know?

[spritespirits]

Adrien's mom is dead and Hawkmoth just wants to resurrect her with the Ladybug and Chat Noir miraculous's. He wants to be a form of God, controller of Life and Death.

[pedanticat]

Reblogs are appreciated :)

[sheepydraws]

Heartless, I’m Heartless, I Swear It On My Mother’s Grave.

Natalie isn’t sure how to feel about the people she now works for. She’s afraid she already feels far too much.

(Drabble about Natalie coming to work for the Agrestes after Ms. Agreste’s death).

You believe in your boyfriend’s music career.

Said career finally takes off.

You quit your job and cut your hair. You even get a red streak in it because sitting there at the hairdressers you feel wild and dangerous.

Boyfriend breaks up with you because he needs groupie poon space.

You take the first job you find, some nanny gig sloppily written up on craigslist, with a weird line about having a nice smile that bothers you until you find yourself signing like four non-disclosure agreements.

Natalie Sancoeur had been Adrien’s homeschool teacher and Mr. Agreste’s schedule keeper for a week and she had already learned far too much about them. The huge shadowy portrait in the front hall of Agreste and Adrien in mourning clothes was merely a tip-off. Honestly Natalie found that thing gauche and affected until she found all the old portraits in a dusty closet beside the back door. At least this was a normal thing for them and not some bizarre desire to scream: WE’RE IN MOURNING.

Still, that thing was as impersonal as the composition was poor. It was the little things that they wanted no one to see that sent guilt and pity scurrying through Natalie’s chest. Adrien’s three day old underwear tossed over the handrail of his room’s staircase, the half hour Mr Agreste would spend in his office before sending for hot tea, complaining of a sore throat when anyone with a half a brain knew he had been crying, the way the two of them never spoke during meals. Natalie wasn’t sure if that was their M.O. or if they were too choked with memories to find words for them. She would have understood the latter, but both were equally sad and revealing.

Natalie tried not to think about her ex. She had spent two years with him, and the ememories piled up. Cuddling and laughing, screaming and throwing things down stairs, the awful make up songs she desperately wanted to know if he was playing on tour. She tried to shake these thoughts, but there was a surprising amount of time to think on this job. Mrs. Agreste had over a years worth of Adrien’s lessons at least roughly planned, and since Mr. Agreste was so rich Natalie could often chose the laziest option for what he ordered her to do. Her first day on the job she knew a maid was needed, so she called one, put them on a weekly appointment, and then, after charging it to the family account, mentioned it to Mr. Agreste.

“Whatever you think is best.” He said, without looking up from his drawing.

“Also, I moved some appointments around for tomorrow. I decided that Mr. Belling could wait another day.”

Agreste’s head jerked up. “But Mr.-“ He scowled, “Jagged Stone can’t?”

Natalie nodded. “He’ll be back on tour soon. Mr. Belling, however, will be in Paris till at least the end of the month.”

Mr. Agreste leaned back in his chair and massaged his temples for a moment. “You are remarkably good for a woman who responded to that dreadful advertisement.”

While Natalie was breaking that sentence down to figure out if it was a compliment or an insult, he continued,

“I wrote that when I was somewhat, ah, incapacitated. I probably would have deleted it in the the morning, but then you responded, and I liked your query letter…” He made a strange little noise, a soft grunt, and scrubbed his hand over his face.

Before this job Natalie had only ever seen the occasional picture of Mr. Agreste in fashion magazines-okay, in truth Natalie never perused anything as high brow as Vouge. She saw him in adverts in Cosmo or Glamour back when he had a fragrance line. He had been a bit younger then, or at least photoshopped into youngness. She had like the composition of one and cut it out to hang over her desk. It was Mr. Agreste, standing tall, smiling slightly while a sparkling wave of windex blue water crashed into him. He looked strong and capable, but just a little playful. As though after being utterly soaked he would still be able to tease the lady who handed him a towel.

Natalie had enjoyed those idle daydreams, those falsely blue waters. She had had no interest in seeing Mr. Agreste so tired even the dark crescents beneath his eyes weighed him down. She had no desire to hear his footsteps pacing above her bed at an hour when any healthy person would be asleep. She did not want to compare their pains, picking apart her break up, her anger, her right to be angry, her dashed hopes, the way her boy friend’s ass looked the last time she saw it, walking out of the apartment she could no longer afford. She turned these thoughts over in her mind and tried to weigh her heart ache against the crushing weight that had taken up residence in the both Agrestes chests.

Natalie had never had a job she cared about. She had never cared about much. She voted, and she gave a little money away when she got a raise, and went to church as much as was acceptable, but she had yet to find a cause to fight for, a charity that her heart went out to, a passion that made everything worth it.

And she had liked her life like that. Or at least she remembered liking it. That life had never woken her in the middle of the night, a nameless fear seizing her chest that sent her dashing up the stairs to Adrien’s bedroom.

She stood in front of the door for a moment, her legs shaking, her body cold and sweaty beneath her clothes. She felt foolish, but she was so scared. Something with sharp little nails was crawling up her back, whispering that Adrien was dead, that he threw himself over his little balcony, or out one of his impossibly huge windows, most of which actually opened, like a suicidal architect’s idea of french doors.

She opened the door and peered in. Of course the kid would have a huge-ass room where his bed was not visible from the doorway. Natalie seethed for a second at the fucking apartment this kid had while she had often gone without bed frames, for chrissake.

“Hello?” Adrien said from somewhere further in.

Natalie opened her mouth to assure him it was just her, when he said in a very small voice,

“Mom?”

Natalie’s face crumpled. Just crumpled. Tears hit her in a wave. They were not crystal clear blue, but the stinging gray of running mascara.

“Ms. Sancoeur?”

Adrien was in front of her now. Natalie had been very surprised that he was the same Adrien she had seen on the covers of all those teen girl magazines. He was as awkward and wobbly as any teenage boy she had ever known, and standing before her in a faded t-shirt and boxers with dinosaurs on them he seemed too young to be even that.

“I’m sorry.” Natalie whispered. “I was just-“ She coughed and managed to swallow her tears. She straightened and tried to pretend it was the middle of the day. “I apologize. I was, dreaming, or something, and I-“

“Would you like a hug, Ms. Sancoeur?”

“I would.” She said, as much because she wanted to hold him as she wanted to be held. She had to crouch a little, but it was a nice hug. Bony, but warm. She squeezed him tight. If she was going to get fired for this she might as well do it properly.

Adrien began crying, little snuffles into her neck, causing tears to start rolling down her cheeks again as well.

“Oh, it’s alright,” She said, though neither of them were taking comfort in the words. “It will be alright.”

Once they had both stopped shaking, though their tears kept flowing, Natalie stood and smoother out her t-shirt.

“Ms. Sancoeur?” Adrien whispered.

“Yes?”

“One time mom and dad were fighting, and she said that if you waited long enough all bad things turn into good things. Is that-“ His voice caught for a moment, “Is that true?”

Natalie considered her words. “I think so. Sometimes it does happen that something very bad happens, but later you find yourself thinking, well, if that hadn’t happened then I wouldn’t have done that another thing-“ A laugh escaped her, “Which was also bad. But then that caused a really good thing to happen. So I think your mother is right, if you give it enough time. Eventually something that seems like the end of the world…It can turn out alright.”

Adrien nodded and gave her a watery little smile. “Good night, Ms. Sancouer.”

“Good night, Adrien.”

You go back to your room.

You sit on your rickety little bed and cry a little more, because in the dark of night you feel so small.

You lie back and pull up the covers and wonder when you began to care so much.

You try to convenience yourself it is completely selfish. You miss your stupid boyfriend and just want some comfort, to the point to the point that you are willing to wring it from a child.

You hate yourself.

You dream of tropical waters, clear and warm as a good bath, and a woman with a smile like the sun coming out, eyes that glint like keen emeralds, and in your heart of heartlessness you wish you could share this with Adrien.

[groovypalacehorselover]

You know what pisses me off the most about this season?

It isn't Ladybug acting horribly to Chat, not the rushed new heros, heck not even the animation on episode Quilin.

The way they just discarded Chloe.

Honestly even after the finale episode of season 3, Chole still could have gotten a decent redemption arc, and then the forth seson would have been much more interesting.

But no, instead they locked Chloe's potential in an iron box, named it radioactive waste and dumped it in the middle of the ocean made from the tears of Chloe stans.

Insted of building a proper story of how Ladybug would deal with Chole on what she's done and Chloe's own emotional termoil. They created a character whose sole purpose of existence was to replace Chloe's role of queen bee.

No offense to Zoe fans, but the only depth that her character has to offer, is to be a 'nicer queen bee'.

In episode 'Gaberial Agreste' she(Chloe) said that it would be much better if Adrian was locked up by his father, so he'll become 'her' Adrikins again. But wasn't she completed against that idea in the previous seasons?

At the end of 'Penalteam', she agrees to team up with Lila, which I personally think she wouldn't do since both of them are a solo player who have only 'assisted' Shadowmoth on a few occasions.

I know some fans were looking forward to friendship between Lila and Chloe, but if you think about it in this way, it isn't friendship in fact we can hardly call it a partnership.

Neither Lila nor Chloe are a team player and are only doing this for a common interest 'to team up against a common enemy'.

But if you think about it in this way, ultimately it is influenced by their crush on Adrian.

And if that's the case it is very easy to predict that sooner or later Lila will backstab Chloe (it could happen the other way around too, but I think Lila doing it first to be more likely)

Then again this is all my opinion, and you may or may not agree with it.

I've wanted to rant about this for a long time.

[heras-princess]

Not all people are not what they appear to be on the surface. Marinette, unfortunately, doesn't seem to know that this includes herself.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: this fanfic has my original characters as well as one of @junkwhoore; this is also on my wattpad and archive of our own accounts

WARNINGS: character bashing, redemption arc, original characters, original lore that fits the fandom (sort of), romance, lgbtq+, ships that some people may not agree with, gaberial agreste isn’t hawkmoth, criminal activity, master fu and the police being useless (nothing new), and a few more not listed

Words: 517

𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄 (𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄)

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

“Auntie Delphine, do you know what my mommy is like?”

Delphine coughed out a puff of smoke when Calliope asked her this. She quickly puts out her cigarette once her coughing fit was finished. “Callie, darling, isn’t this something you should ask your father, not me?” Telling her what her mother’s like isn’t supposed to be her area. Mainly because she doesn't want to tell her and have her brother tell her.

Calliope pouted, “I never get an answer from Daddy. Whenever I asked him about her, he would then start crying and won’t answer me.” Gods know how many times Eugene had done this in front of his daughter.

Now as much as she loved her baby brother Eugene, there are times when Delphine just wants to strangle his neck with this being one of them. But at the same time, she can’t stay real mad at him given that he was used by that woman. Delphine pinched the bridge of her nose as she muttered, “Can’t believe he’s making me do this.” The fashion socialite opened up her laptop and typed in something.

“Come here, sweetheart,” she motioned Calliope to come to sit by her. The 5-year-old blonde did what her aunt asked, leaning against her. She saw that her aunt pulled up a picture of a pretty woman, with blonde hair and blue eyes. “Alright, honey. You see this woman in the middle?”

She nodded, Delphine continued on. “That’s your mother. Her name is Audrey and she is a very famous person in the fashion world.”

“Like you and Daddy?”

“Something along those lines. Just not as famous as us,” Delphine muttered the last part to herself. She then closed her laptop and grabbed her niece’s shoulders, smiling while looking at her. Calliope thankfully only got Audrey’s blonde hair, just much lighter. The rest is from her and Eugene’s family. “Callie, what do you want to be when you’re older?”

The preschooler decided to take the chance to hug her socialite of an aunt before answering with, “I wanna be like you and Daddy! You get to make pretty clothes for people and I wanna do that too!”

You most likely wouldn’t hear her say this, but Delphine’s heart skipped a beat when she heard that.

“In that case, how about I give you an exclusive tour of our workplace today after breakfast?”

Calliope had stars in her eyes, “Really?” She then got off the bed and bolts out the door, heading downstairs.

Once she made sure Calliope was out of sight, Delphine took out a picture of a young Audrey posing with a younger version of her and sneered that the photo. The brunette burnt Audrey’s face ages ago, prior to Calliope’s birth. Oh, how she wishes it was the real thing, but she simply has more important things in mind.

Things that will hurt this horrid woman more than a cigarette burn could ever.

Something that would demean her. Ruin her. Mentally and socially.

“It’ll be freezing in hell before she becomes anything like you, ya succubus. I’ll make sure of that.”

[terrible-miraculous-ladybug-aus]

Au where everyone gets one (1) license to kill. Nino is saving his for gaberial agreste. Marinette has already used hers but she refuses to say what for.

[sasuhinasno1fan]

How Plagg came to Adrien- Adrien AUGreste Day 17

So this is sort of a prequle to Day 5 of @adrienaugust, how Adrien got Plagg. It’s not very long I know, but it’s what came out. Also, swear I didn’t mean to be so harsh on Gaberial, but it’s really hard to not try and salt on him. Hopefully I succeeded somewhat in this. Plagg

He’d been listening to his father go on about something. He couldn’t remember what the something was. Just that his gaze had been fixed to his dinner plate, full of food that tasted like ash to him with how often it was forced down his throat, when he felt something touch his leg. Something with fur moved to the chair next to him and the sound of claws catching in fabric was so loud but it didn’t stop his father from going on and on like he usually did.

It was a cat. A black one, with bright green eyes. There were a pair of whiskers that were longer than the rest and they twitched as they stared him down. it jumped up on the table and before he could say anything, stole the camembert from his place, quickly eating it.

“What is that? Gorilla, get rid of the mangy cat this instant.”

Usually he didn’t go against his father, but this time he did. He jumped out of his seat and yelled for him not to. He begged his father to let him stay, pleading almost.

“You’ll have longer lessons, photoshoots and you’ll be home earlier, do you understand?” his father ‘offered’ in exchange.

He wasn’t getting the fair end. It was more to keep him in line, but he didn’t care. He looked down at the cat who was curled up in the vacant chair, purring away.

“Ok.”

                                           _________________

He named him Plagg, a play on the word plague. Nathalie took him to the vet with his new friend, who seemed already comfortable in his arms. The vet assistant was cooing over him – the cat, thankfully not him – and was telling him how technically black cats were considered good luck, not bad.

“It’s actually thanks to them being seen as witches’ animals, the Black Plague got as bad as it did. The carriers were rats right? If they hadn’t gotten rid of so many cats, they would have caught the rats and could have lowered the risk.”

“Plague, seems fitting.” Nathalie had said, turning her nose up at his dirty and matted fur.

So, he called him Plagg. He liked cheese, even though he was technically wasn’t allowed to have it, seemed to climb where he wasn’t supposed to and whenever he needed him, would be ready to jump into Adrien’s lap.

One day at their school, they’d been invited to bring items that comforted them. it took a while to convince his father to let him bring Plagg, but in the end, he’d arrived at school that day with a standard carrier in hand. Plagg hated the carrier, pawing at the door and meowing loudly. He only seemed silent when he was let out and allowed to rest on the desk between Adrien and Nino, accepting all the affection the class gave him. He went back in when class started, though Adrien left the door open so they wouldn’t hear him pawing at it.

They were going through Math when Nino showed him a backpack style carrier he’d found online.

“He does like riding on my shoulders at home. Not a fan of a leash though.”

“It looks like it’s less covered on all sides so he’d still be able to look around.”

“Agreste! Lahiffe!” Mme. Mendeleiev called from the front, causing the two to jump. “Anything you want to share with the class?��

Adrien didn’t like confrontation, least of all getting yelled at. It felt like he couldn’t move until he felt Plagg digging his claws into his leg as he climbed up, loudly purring.

“Um, no ma’am.”

After class, he talked to Mme. Bustier, telling her how his heart had been beating fast and it felt like he couldn’t breath in fear of having to answer.

“It sounds like you had a mild panic attack, though I’m no therapist so I can’t be sure. you said you felt better once your cat climbed into your lap?”

“Yeah. He usually knows when I feel, stressed I guess.”

“Well, I don’t know if your father would agree to it, but it sounds like your cat could be trained to be a support animal. It would mean you can bring him to class everyday and he could help you stay calm.”

He knew his father wouldn’t agree to it, but thankfully he had friends who were willing to go with him during lunch to do classes. It took much longer but, in the end, he was able to start carrying Plagg around in his backpack carrier. With Plagg around him, he got to see more of his personality, like his ability to get into mischief. Or you know, go steal someone’s underwear off their balcony.

[litcrazh]

PART 2 BABY!!

MLB if the characters were more realistic and the show was more ~mature~

ok so i know i went into detail about the “adrienette” side of the story (which is my the best ship, undoubtedly) but this is more of the first kiss- i got rid of dark cupid being there first kiss bc i really want adrien to remember this, and it might help them with identities in the future 🫣🤭

DONT WORRY GUYS I WILL TALK ABOUT ALL SIDES OF THE SQUARE (and lukanette + adrien jealously teehee)

so this is when they are 15 and adrien and mari are finding success in each respectful careers. adrien is now more of a well known model (think ross lynch type of looks but even MORE ✨) and mari is getting more and more commissions ever since jagged shouted her out.

^^^ tbh tbh this isn’t really THAT important to the story but just wanted to let you guys know that they are thriving career wise af rn.

guys this is really angsty and out of character for the show, but really in character for my cannon.

so it’s career day for the parents and everyone is like

“my mom is a chef!! i love how’s she always there for me”

“my dads the chief of popo here! he always has my back🤞🤞”

and adrien no surprise because gaberial is a bitch has no one there. so mme. bustier is like, “adrien it’s your turn” and he’s like what???? this bitch

so he casually plays it off, and is like “i’ll call my dad rn he’s just late 😄😄” and on the inside he’s emo. so he leaves but mari being the #cetifiedlegend follows him bc she worried.

i’m switching into story mode guys don’t be alarmed!!

mari pov:

i watched adrien walk out of the class, the door shutting louder then intended. mme. bustier cleared her throat, her hands fidgeting due to the uneasy tension.

“maman,” i whispered, her leaning her head down to hear me, “i’m going to check on him,” she simply placed her hand over mine and plastered a sympathetic smile, one that i returned. i met madam’s eye and she nodded, alluding towards the door.

“-do is what you ask, father. please!” his voice cracked desperately, a mirage of the happy model he always portrays.

“adrien i am not wasting my time on this. i have more important things to do,” M. Agreste’s voice rang out through the phone, and i cringed at his words.

he let out a dry laugh, “stuff that’s more important than me?” adrien asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“do not pity yourself, adrien. you are an agreste, start acting like one and not an emotional toddler,” i didn’t know what i was expecting from adrien after that comment. more and more he had been rebelling from that fucking monarch like father. but not in a million years would i expect what happened next. No, two million.

“i’ll stop acting like a toddler when you start acting like a fucking father,” his voice was cold, expression dark. a beep signaled the end of the call, and adrien tossed his phone to the bench. then, he punched the wall. i gasped and he finally noticed my presence. his eyes were watery and i walked toward him, arms opening for a hug.

“adrien i am so sor-“

“sorry?” he cut me off, “you’re sorry? i bet you are.”

“adrien what are you talking about?” i asked, my voice trying to remain calm.

“your fucking good, i’ll give you that. always being perfect little marinette who’s so ready to help out anyone!” tears were leaking down his face now, shaking his head frantically, “do you even fucking care about me? or am i just another step to get to the top?”

“what the fuck?” i demanded, my voice raising slightly, “your one of my best friends, of course i care,”

“it’s really fucking funny when you act innocent, know that mari?” his voice matched my level, “everyone cares about adrien agreste, but n-nobody cares about adrien. adrien with a dead mom and a father who doesn’t love him!” he was borderline screaming now, and i was thankful that we were outside alone. my eyes grew wide and i felt tears pool at the bottom of my orbs.

“you know that’s not true,” i whispered.

oh no.

a black butterfly flew behind him.

“adrien, please calm down. there’s an akuma right there, i- i please you know how much i care.”

“do i?” he shouted, “i don’t even fucking care if i get akumatized,” closer.

i took a step towards him, pleading.

“nino loves you! he tells me all the time how grateful he is to have you. alya too! you know that she’s all tuff love,” my voice had to be raised to match his, otherwise his anger might block out everything, “kim, max, alix, ‘gami, jules-“

he shook his head frantically, backing himself into the wall as i came closer. now, with a slight tilt of my head i could see his eyes. his usual bright green eyes that now showed the purple neon mask that i was too familiar with.

“unrole model, i am hawk-“

i kissed him.

i tried to convey every emotion i felt, and everything good about him in it. his head jerked away, but his body pushed me closer.

he’s fighting him.

my arms wrapped around his neck, fingers running through silky hair. his lips started moving back, kissing me with such fever i could (and have) only dream about. one of his large hands traveled to undo my pigtails while the other delicately cupped my jaw. our tears mixed together, a salty taste on the lips.

it was sloppy, it was desperate, it was perfect.

reluctantly i pushed away, seeing a white butterfly on his shoulder, but that was the least of my worries. i gazed up into those beautiful eyes that never failed to make me speechless, but today it made me a preacher. his arms rested held me close and i cupped his jaw.

“i care about you. more then you could ever know. i lo-“ his eyes widened, “i look forward to seeing you everyday day and every night i only hope your as happy as you make me feel. you’re not alone, not ever,” a beat passed, then another. i put my hand out towards the butterfly, both of our mouths parted in suprise at the now purified akuma.

“did- did you just purify that?” i simply nodded and we watched it flutter away. he took a deep sigh.

“marinette,” he whimpered, then rested his head face down against my shoulder. his quiet sobs shook his body, and i petted his hair to smooth him. his voice, raw and defeated muttered, “i’m so sorry for saying that. i know you don’t think that i-“

“shh, it’s ok, i know adrien,” he lifted his head and stood to his full height. he smiled a small smile and cupped my jaw. his lips met mine, now slow and full of passion. a smiled softly against his, then returned it.

“thank you,” he whispered in my ear, then left one more kiss on my checks. i wiped his tears, and nodded.

“me and you, always,”

FINE I ADMIT IM NO WRITER.

the fucked up part of it was fucking gaberial wanting adrien to get angry SO he can akumatize him. this really sets adrien and maris relationship going, but adrien is still like “mari saved me from hawkmoth, she’s such a good friend 😄😄” and nino is like WTF.

[breg21]

Ladrien Week: The Press

@ladrienjune

Ao3 Fanfiction

I do not do sick. And tomorrow is my 2nd wedding anniversary.

Well, crap.

Gonna be funnnnnn. Lol

A part of Adrien knew that eventually, the press just might find out about the fact that he was dating a superheroine of Pairs.

He had just really, really hoped that they wouldn't.

Apparently, they had gotten a tip from someone that knew about the letters. Someone thought it was so romantic, and Ladybug deserved to know just exactly what her sweet, enduring boyfriend wrote about her.

The worse of it was, was the fact that Gaberial Agreste— his own father— confirmed the handwriting and outed him in dating Ladybug. Adrien had…. never been more infuriated with him ever in his life. He wanted to scream, yell, and just tell him every thought he had of his father in that year alone.

Because, yes, he knew Ladybug was Marinette, yes, their game was gonna come to end soon enough and they'd date as Ladybug and Chat, and Adrien and Marinette only, but that had been a simple plan. They would just have to convince his father that things just weren't working out, give it a month, maybe two to be safe before they started dating as themselves, and boom, all would be good.

But the press was involved, and so was Hawkmoth, which meant that they had to hurry along with the time line, as well as making it look convincing. That was what worried them the most, because if it didn't seem like they were serious, Adrien was a sure fire target to Ladybug.

So, that was what they were doing. Adrien laying on his stomach, with papers scattered about with idea after idea written everywhere— with every intention to have Plagg cataclysm said papers after they had a foolproof plan— with Ladybug draped across his back, looking over his shoulder as they went through everything.

"I should've just told you." Ladybug blurted out as she buried her head into the crook of his shoulders. "I should've just told you how I felt as me, and we wouldn't have been in this mess. But no, I just had to act chicken."

He pushed away the papers, before twisting around, almost knocking her off of him, but he caught her as he rolled onto his back, righting her so that she now laid on his stomach and within reach to rub to his nose against hers. "No, princess." Nicknames still slipped through every now and then. "We both know that wouldn't have worked, you know that. We've had this conversation before. I was in love with Ladybug."

She sighed, pressing her forehead to his, and letting her eyes drop shut. "I know. But this still sucks, big time."

Heck, by now their game could've been done with, but with the press constantly breathing down their backs, they couldn't end it. They had to be careful not to use the name Marinette, or Chat around each other.

They both silently agreed— even though they still were playing dumb with each other on identities; if they had to play for the press, why not continue it for themselves?— Chat was not even allowed to make so much as one flirty comment to Ladybug in fear it would be heard, nor was Marinette allowed to glance at Adrien any longer than two seconds unless it was school related, or they were out with a group of friends and they were all interacting.

Adrien hated it. But he loved his lovebug, and he knew, as long as they were careful, in the end, it'd work out.

That was when she jolted up, eyes sparked with an idea in mind. "What if, we started fighting." At his concerned look, she quickly explained, "I mean, maybe the press is getting too much to our relationship, the idea of Hawkmoth being able to target you becomes too much? We start fighting, and it has to start out small to make it look realistic, but it starts to add up becoming more than either of us can handle, and voila! We break up!"

Adrien stumbled to his feet, pulling her close. "Hm. Sounds like a good plan to me." She giggled in his hold and he couldn't help the small kisses he peppered on her face before he went to lock his eyes on hers. "I'm so lucky to have fallen in love with you."

She sighed. "Not as lucky that I fell in love with you, hot stuff."

He chuckled. "Seriously, where did you come up with that nickname?"

She sighed, but the teasing was heavy in her tone. "I… might've… accidentally called you that when I left you a voicemail when I was trying to ask you out and then I went and broke in your locker and deleted it," The rest of her stance broke off somewhat and was mumbled under her breathe, "even though Alya warned me not to improv."

"Improv?"

"Don't ever stick me in a situation where I have to come up with an excuse on the fly. It won't end well."

He nodded, fighting back laughter. "Duly noted."

She looked satisfied. "Yeah. Funny enough, the was the day of the unveiling of the Ladybug and Chat Noir statue."

He groaned internally at the memory of that day.

He couldn't wait for the love square to officially be over.

The week flew by, and they had their plan down to a T.

The thing with the whole city knowing that they were dating, they could actually be seen out in public together, which made this whole plan so much easier. Seeing the press off in the distance, Adrien ducked into an alleyway, pulling Ladybug with him.

As he steeled himself for the upcoming plan, he looked to make sure that she was ready as well. "Remember the plan?"

She nodded, lips steeled together tightly. "Yep."

Stepping into her personal space, he cupped her cheeks, pressing his lips soundly to hers for a minute before he pulled back. "And no matter what, you know I love you more than anything?"

She nodded. "Of course."

He breathed. "Okay." He peaked a glance out of the mouth of the alleyway, making sure that the press would be close enough to hear them yelling. He turned back to his bugaboo,. "Okay, you're on."

She cleared her throat before she arched her back and yelled, "I'm so tired of the press always being on our trail, Adrien. I just want to enjoy a day with you. Not the whole world."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few camera clicks, encouraging him to go on. "I'm sorry. I can't help that I have people breathing down my back. It's not like I want this. Don't put the blame on me."

She may not have been good at improv, but when rehearsed, she knew how to put on a pretty good act. "I'm not trying to put the blame on you. I'm just trying to get the concept that I would like to have some time with my boyfriend alone."

The sound of the camera's were music to his ears, absolute ecstatic. "I don't know what you want me to do, Ladybug! They won't go away with a snap of my fingers!"

She huffed, taking a few steps back. "They might not, but I can." She unhooked her yo-yo from her waist. "I'll get a hold of you after I've calmed down a bit."

Tossing her weapon, she lifted herself into the air and swung of, her figure fading from view a little more each passing second.

As he made his way to the exit of the alleyway, the press pounced on him.

He controlled his expression to be sad. All was going according to plan.

Several weeks continued in that sort of pattern, only with each fight that they were caught in, it was just a little bit worse.

The last one was the tipping point though. At the end of it, Ladybug had mentioned a break, saying that she would be by later that night for them to make a final decision on it.

Which was what brought them to the final phase of their plan: making sure that it was absolutely clear to Gabriel that they were done and over with. It was the finale to a long awaited game, and Adrien was ready for it to be over with.

His girlfriend took that moment to swing into his room, a sneaky grin worming its way onto her lips. He pulled her in, kissing the grin off of her lips. He hated arguing with her, even if it was fake, and made sure to give her extra love and kisses before he did.

He turned to see, and made sure of the shadows that were lightly skimming the floor underneath his doorway.

Perfect. They were listening.

He singled for her to start. "Adrien, we need to talk."

He nodded, making sure to keep his voice sad and heavy. "Yeah."

She kept her distance, because if they were to have any physical contact, they both knew it'd be over and they wouldn't be able to convince anyone. "I-I don't think I can do this anymore. The press is everywhere, and with Hawkmoth, it's just too dangerous-"

He had to act. "Ladybug, please-"

"No" She cut him off. "We can do this anymore. I'm sorry, Adrien. It's not fair to either of us. We're…. We're over."

He couldn't help the real tears that sprouted during the fake argument. "B-but.."

She had tears of her own that he wanted to wipe away. "I'm sorry." She repeated, and ran to the window. But not before throwing a wink over her shoulder, even if it was one filled with water.

She disappeared, letting the yo-yo guide her home.

His dad and Natalie barged in not a second later, his father offering a stiff nod and a pat on the back and in consalnce. His assistant did a little more than that, even went as far as to give him a small hug, but both told him it was for the better, and bid him a good night.

Oh, what a goodnight, indeed. The rest of the week was surely gonna be an even better one.

Sleep, here I come. Please lemme know your thoughts as usual! Lots of love!

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ML fic idea: The Tales of Lady Nuit and Coccinelle

- Marinette is the daughter of Gabriel and Natalie Agreste. Natalie went missing and a month later, HawkMoth has been active.

- Marinette is a teenage model and fashion designer. She takes lessons for violin and martial art.

- Gorilla is Mari’s bodyguard and Emile is one of Natalie’s friend who would occasionally come to visit who doesn’t have a kid and enjoys spending time with Marinette.

- About a few months before her mother disappears, Marinette met an old man who seemed to have cracked his back and took him to the hospital with great tender. So generally, she finds a box with a sliver ring in it on her bed during the first akuma.

- She becomes Lady Nuit and fight alongside with Coccinelle (Adrien). Her suit is basically the same but with a bell tied with ribbon around her neck because like Adrien, she has a very poor home life (the fact that both Natalie and Gabriel suck at parenting makes it worse)

- As Lady Nuit, she’s more open with her thoughts and a little bit goofier(And a lot more free and happy) but would always put responsibility first like she does as Ladybug in canon. She occasionally joke calling Coccinelle “M’lady” because he wields the ladybug miraculous.

- She wasn’t really interested in modeling but does it in order to make her parents happy, but they hardly acknowledges. They are the kind of parents who bought the nicest stuff for their kids or gives them a lot of pocket money but hardly realise the importance of real family time to their child.

- Marinette bursted into tears in Miracle Queen when Gabriel hugs her. Literally. (Which could be consider with a whole lot of angst if you dig into the reason why she would be tear up from a single hug)

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