#ml prpr

[overworkedunderwhelmed]

Considering canon has given us:

The True Love’s Kiss spell break during Dark Cupid 

AND Sleeping Beauty-mode frozen Adrien Agreste in Style Queen

What are the odds that as things go dark...and maybe once they know who Hawkmoth is (or perhaps because of it), we see both of these two concepts finally meet in the middle.

Given all the craziness they’ve already gone through and how being close in Ephemeral, even fleetingly was all Gabriel needed to turn the tides in his favor in the darkest way possible, I kind of doubt even if the Love Square reveal to each other happens before Hawkmoth is unmasked.  If anything their love and their doubts might make them both only pine that much harder.

Until Adrien tries to break free of Gabriel’s control.

Gabriel already has the alliance rings to pretend his son is there and real.  

And with no Nathalie to keep Adrien in line...and the Gorilla’s competence already in question, it wouldn’t be a leap to see Gabriel take a drastic move.

Especially since he conveniently has had at least two glass coffins for his wife since he seems to be pretty prone to smash the glass in a fit of rage.

At least to anyone who might not be watching him close enough.

Of course, Marinette would know.  She would absolutely worry...and with maybe only Alya else to lean back on, her Gabriel Agreste theory might come back up... (especially since Alya’s early theory was far more spot on than either of them ever realized.)

It just would make Adrien’s suddenly compliant behavior all the more suspect.

She wouldn’t let him suffer.  Not when she could do something about it.

We know from Style Queen that Plagg could be free when Adrien was in stasis, so long as he escaped.

We also know Adrien still has the spy tools he picked up from when Felix dropped them.

Getting down into the basement would be easy.  And with Plagg unseen by cameras, he could easily mess with the cameras to hide Ladybug’s presence in the Agreste basement.

Surely it would be shocking for Ladybug to see Adrien’s mother lying prone in the middle of the basement, after she was supposed to have been dead for more than a year.  But it would be seeing Adrien lifeless and unmoving that would be the most chilling.  Especially after knowing how free and animated as Chat Noir that Adrien had proven himself to be.

It all felt wrong.

She tried jostling him.  She tried pleading.

She even tried crying.

Her mind raced and must have tried a dozen more things -- to include her Lucky Charm to bring her Prince back to her.

Until, finally, a mad, truly reckless thought occurred.

True love’s kiss had worked once before.

She just hadn’t realized why.  She never would have imagined Chat Noir and her Adrien were one in the same.

So, Ladybug’s powers weren’t the only ones she had.

Which meant there was hope. 

With her earrings beeping furiously, Ladybug leapt forward, hastily pressing her lips to Adrien’s chilled one before she could second guess herself again.

Not daring to breathe.  At least not until he finally did.

Adrien’s green eyes fluttered open.

The soft pink glow of her de-transformation haloing around her head as Adrien slowly smiled back up at Marinette, his hand lifting up to dry the tears from her eyes.  “Hello, my Lady.”

She dove back against Adrien as he sat up, hugging him for all he was worth.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Adrien smirked, fingertips hovering just over his lips.  “But this isn’t exactly the way I expected to be woken up.  Your plans never fail to amaze me.”

Bracing her hands on either cheek, she covered her lips over his once again.  “It was a last resort,” she assured, exhaling as she backed away from him a little more.  “However, unless you want that kiss to be our last, we both need to suit up quick, to deal with your father.”

[mlwritersguild]

MARCH RECAP POST

Hi, all!

It’s the start of spring, and we at the MWG are excited to share with you all what our members have been up to over the past month. 

March Monthly Event - Roll for your Fate

Our event this past month asked our members to try their luck in a randomized event. We rolled (virtual) dice to assign them a universe, trope and line of dialogue! The characters, ships and general content were completely left to them. March event fics in the list below will be highlighted in green and denoted with an asterisk!

March Published Fic List

Our writers are always cooking up something, so here's a quick list of everything our members published this month! (Tags included to help you pick out your next read)

square modified brilliant by @alexseanchai

lovesquare // ladybug and chat noir’s wedding // post-reveal // post hm defeat // disabled adrien and marinette // mwg feb event

these are times that can't be weathered (and we have never been back there since then) by @queer-cosette

oc-centric // ls // hawkmoth identity reveal // valentine’s day // dead emilie agreste // breaking and entering // tw animal violence

Anything To Get You Back by @purrfectlypunny

ls // lukadrien // canon divergence villain!Adrien // hurt adrien agreste // tired luka couffaine // other tags to be added

What Else Did You Imagine? by @coffeebanana

ls // fluff // light angst // prpr // post-hawkmoth defeat // aged-up characters // mutual pining // ‘beach’ fic

we always get along (oh, why, oh, why) by noirshitsuji

alyagami // debate rivals au // background fwb felichloe // exes!djwifi // lila being lila // mwg december event

Blinding Lights by @miabrown007

adrienette // established relationship // fluff and humour // post-reveal // moving in together // adrienette zine

*Road Trip by @asilentsonata

lovesquare, felinino, core 4 + felix, road trips, felix redemption

What’s Coming Next?

Our April Event is hinted at in the recap bulletin board at the top of this post. Think you can guess our theme? Leave your guesses in the tags!

This month is also host to Adrinette April! Our members are always allowed to write for prompt months to complete their participation, but we encourage you to keep an eye on @adrinetteapril and their amazing prompt month posts. Tons of amazing creators will be making content this month for this sweet pairing!

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Stay Miraculous,

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[art-the-f-up]

Here's part 2. added some True Crime elements too since someone asked.

part 1 of the BuzzFeed Unsolved AU part 3 of the Buzzfeed Unsolved AU part 4 of the Buzzfeed Unsolved AU part 5 of the Buzzfeed Unsolved AU

[theluckiestlb]

as a self-identified adrienette girlie....kinda miss them, ngl.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

princess & the goose girl au

for @paracosmicat in the anarchist gang gift exchange!

summary

After discovering his lady’s identity, all Prince Adrien wants is to spend time with Marinette (and win back her heart). He gets his chance to put all royal duties on hold—including his engagement to Princess Kagami—when his long-lost twin, Félix, offers to trade places. The only problem, it turns out, is switching back.

excerpt

“Wait,” Chat Noir said, green eyes gleaming as he tipped his head back to look at Ladybug. His grin was wide, brimming with intrigue. “What do you mean you had a thing for Prince Adrien?” Ladybug stepped around a cracked marble column and slung her yo-yo toward him, the wire zipping as it wrapped around his ankle. She tugged hard, and he slammed to the polished floor, the beam from Neutralizer’s ray leaving the marble smoking where it hit. “Just, you know, a thing!” Ladybug said, retracting her yo-yo and reeling it back into her hand. Neutralizer stumbled, weight tipping on his machine-heavy side, then slammed into the wall, rattling a few gold-framed portraits and antique vases as he went. “What kind of thing?” “Oh, you know—a stupid crush! Can we focus, please? I have an exam to study for.” Chat Noir showed no pity as he chortled, picking himself up off the floor, absolutely unconcerned for her French History grade. Ladybug gripped the spotted umbrella her Lucky Charm had given her and, cheeks flushed, smacked him on the arm.  “What?” she demanded. The wall shook and groaned as Neutralizer climbed out from the gaping hole he’d left, knocking a decorative sword and shield to the floor. At Chat Noir’s responding smirk, she bristled. “Like you didn’t have a celebrity crush growing up!”  “I did,” he said, eyes crinkling as he grinned at her. “On you.” She scoffed and waved him off, though the heat in her cheeks spread fast to her belly. “That doesn’t count.”

[jennagrinsoverml]

hii do you have a list of miraculous fics you think everyone should read at least once?

Anon, I have been excited to answer this request ever since I got it. What better way to celebrate my 50th Rec List (!!!!) than with my favourite fandom fics? 🎉🎉🎉

I've tried to choose fics with a variety of tones, from different fandom eras, and different authors. These fics are all special to me in some way, and whittling this list down was HARD. Others may have fics they think should be on this list, and to those people I say: make your own rec list. This one's mine. 😘

Experimental Kisses by @komorebirei

Ladybug watched him. Maybe it was guilt, maybe sympathy, maybe a streak of playfulness. Maybe the traumatic akuma experience had softened her up. Whatever the reason, a thought wafted lazily through her mind and out of her mouth. “You know… you’re right. It isn’t fair, is it?”

Chat Noir looked up.

“I remember my first kiss, but you don’t.” She hummed and tapped her chin, making a show of remembering. “It wasn’t a bad kiss, but we were in the middle of fighting an akuma, so I didn’t get to enjoy it much, either.”

Oops—that came out sounding a little, no, a lot more flirty than she had intended. Anyway, if she was going to commit to this idea, she may as well go all in.

One-shot. Ladybug offers to kiss Chat since he doesn’t remember their kiss and the way she reacts to the kiss…it lives in my mind rent-free. I have fallen asleep many a night fantasizing about what the repercussions of the kiss might look like. One of my absolute favourite Ladynoir fics.

team is a four letter word by @ladyofthenoodle

Alya didn’t want to come between Ladybug and Chat Noir. But she didn’t want to stop being Rena Rouge either. And if Chat Noir didn’t want to talk to her, then she’d need to find a different way to prove all three of them could be a team.

Her plan unintentionally brings a few secrets to light, which leads to even more secrets coming to light, which leads to… well, Alya is sure it’ll all work out eventually.

Multi-chapter. Warning, this fic is a WIP! (But there’s only one chapter to go.) Honestly, I didn’t want to have any WIPs on this list and I was lowkey hoping that it would be finished before I posted this list but I’m obsessed with this one and couldn’t leave it off. It’s literally one of the BEST fics in the entire fandom and, I think, the absolute best delving into the characterization and relationship dynamics of the core four. This fic feels so dynamic and complex, with all of the characters feelings so like themselves and each having their own distinct voices. The conflict is so well done and so realistic. It’s such a fantastic tackling of the issues that came up in the last couple seasons and I cannot rave about it enough!!

œuf ouch owie by @ominousunflower

Chat Noir enlists Rena Rouge's help to create an Aspik illusion. Absolutely nothing goes wrong.

Ladybug smiles. “I wanted to drop by and welcome Aspik. I know it must be a little intimidating, being surrounded by so many veteran heroes…so, welcome! We’re glad to have you on board.”

“I look like an egg!” Aspik announces, T-posing.

Chat turns to Rena, feeling like he has been punched in the solar plexus. What the hell? he mouths.

Rena grimaces, her eyes wide with panic. Stomach sinking, Chat remembers one of the first things he learned about the Fox Miraculous: that if Rena Rouge isn’t focused, her illusions go haywire.

Oh, no.

One-shot. This is hands down the FUNNIEST fic in the entire fandom asdfghjkl like I have read this fic at least 50 times and I still laugh out loud every single time. If you have somehow failed to read this fic before, read it now. You won’t regret it!

lucky (we're in love in every way) by @carpisuns​

Chat Noir is Adrien, and Marinette is freaking out. If she manages to quiet her internal screaming, maybe she can also find the guts to tell him her identity too. And maybe they'll actually live happily ever after—well, as soon as Tikki and Plagg are done humiliating them.

One-shot. This fic just makes me so incredibly happy. Like it puts a smile on my face every single time I read it (and I have read it many, many times!) I love Marinette’s reactions and Adrien’s sweetness and the kwamis just absolutely ROASTING both of them. Marissa has written a ton of amazing fics for this fandom (seriously we are so lucky to have her) and I was tempted by others (like tell me something i don't know) but in the end, I had to follow my heart with this one.

Your Kitty by @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights​

“Such a dramatic kitty.” Marinette scratched under his chin, bringing a smile to his face and a purr to his throat.

Your kitty, he didn’t say.

Wait. What?

(The one where Chat Noir thinks he needs pats like a cat, only to find out he may have jumped to the wrong conclusion.)

One-shot. When I think of Marichat, this is THE fic I think of. Adrien being touch starved is 100% my headcanon now. This is just so sweet! Marinette’s affection and Adrien’s determination to do the right thing no matter the personal cost and the way they fell for each other without meaning to... Also I love that they both encouraged the other to go back to their original crushes because that makes so much sense!!

rattle my cage by @lnc2​

In which history, despite Alya's best efforts, does not repeat itself.

One-shot. I am always here for Adrien being rash and Marinette being smart and capable and just switching to treating him as Chat absolutely seamlessly after a reveal. I absolutely love the vibes of this one.

Chasing the C/h/atwalk. by @runningoutofink

Paris. The city of lights, love and fashion. Follow the progress of Marinette Dupain Cheng as she enters the extremely competitive world of Reality television for a chance to be the winner of Project Runway: France.

Multi-chapter. It should come as no surprise by now that I’m a sucker for reality tv and this is my absolute favourite reality cross in the fandom! I love that it’s canon compliant, and frankly the idea of Marinette and Adrien as designer and model on Project Runway is friggin’ BRILLIANT. The slow burn and pining are delicious, and the identity reveal is incredibly well done! (And it has a steamy sequel, Meet me in the Middle, which is 🔥🔥🔥 and intensely satisfying after all of that build up.)

daydream by @clairelutra

you're my daydream

you know that i've been thinking about you lately

In which Adrien finds out Ladybug is Marinette, and beats the 'this is fine' dog at his own game.

One-shot. Shout-out to the author for realizing way before canon let on that Adrien is way more likely to figure out Marinette than the reverse! And then absolutely murdering us with this intense slow burn that absolutely drips with mutual pining and UST.

What Will You Do When Everyone Knows? by @sariahsue

They stepped in closer, shoulder to shoulder to catch the akuma as she landed, but she twisted in midair, landing squarely in front of Cat Noir, swiping at him. He stepped back, trying to keep his balance. Her fingertips almost touched his face, and Ladybug felt her stomach lurch.

“Duck!” she yelled to him as she whipped her yoyo around. He did, but unfortunately, the akuma woman did, too. Ladybug suddenly had no target to latch onto and lost her balance. Her stomach twisted again as she pitched forward. Black hands darted forward to catch her, but too late she realized it wasn’t her partner. Cold gloves caught her shoulder and neck, then slid up her face, brushing past her earrings. Cold. The woman’s touch froze Ladybug’s breath in her throat.

Then there was something warm around her middle. Cat Noir’s shout sounded distant as he pulled her away. As the woman’s black gloves left her face, Ladybug felt even more heat being pulled from her, along with… something else.

Multi-chapter. There really isn’t another fic in the fandom like this one. The akuma is original and provides an absolutely amazing premise for this fic. We have mystery, intrigue, and a huge upset to the status quo with the public revealing of Ladybug’s identity. I also loved the dramatic irony of Marinette being unable to understand Chat’s reactions to things that make perfect sense to us readers. It’s got amazing characterizations and suspense, and I love it!

But All I’m Seeing Is You by @chelseaapproved

After Ladybug finds out Adrien is her Chat Noir, they start dating. She didn’t think it’d be so hard to keep her identity a secret from him. She also didn’t realize how much it would affect her friendship with him as Marinette.

One-shot. This might be my favourite ladrien of all time. It’s only about 5k, but man does it ever pack in a lot of emotion and relationship development and I really, really, really love it.  I really felt how much they love each other in this one and Marinette is just so, so wonderful to Adrien and he’s so wonderful to her and if you haven’t already please read this.

A Miraculous Reveal by @kasienda​

Series of one-shots and drabbles all centered around The Reveal Moment. Identities will be revealed, feelings will be confessed, and secrets will be discovered through contrived situations, accidents, meddling friends, desperate moments, and moments of emotional vulnerability. Each chapter is a self contained piece. Love-square focused, but will not remain exclusive to them. Each chapter will have its own trigger warnings.

Collection of one-shots. I feel a little like I’m cheating in including a collection here, but like most of us in this fandom, I’m an absolute sucker for identity reveals, and @kasienda is especially talented at writing them! Every single one of these is beautiful, amazing and worth reading at least once.

the wonderful part of the mess that we made by heresie_irisee

They knew.

They knew, and there would be no magical reset button for the memories they'd made today. She'd have to  see him at school every day, and she'd see the Chat in him, as surely as  he'd see the Ladybug in her.

One-shot. Oblivio is probably my favourite episode and this is such a great alternate take on it. The mutual pining is so, so, so good! Especially love Marinette struggling to assimilate Adrien’s identities and Adrien’s obliviousness.

The following fics are amazing and absolutely worth reading, but do feature sexual content, so minors beware.

The Ladybugs and The Bees by @bullysquadess

AKA the early-fandom Ladynoir puberty fic that spiraled waaaaay out of proportion.

Multi-chapter. I’ve avoided reccing this fic for so long as it was literally the most kudosed fic in the entire fandom when I joined. However, the kudos are well-earned and I can’t make a list of must reads without including it. I love the ladynoir, the way it builds slowly, the focus on the developing relationship, both physical and otherwise, the yearning and the devotion and the vulnerability. And, of course, the steamy scenes are fantastic!! The whole thing is just so well developed and feels so grounded and real. I absolutely love it.

one night of moonlight by @mirthaculous

i’ll always think of you

inside of my private thoughts

i can imagine you

touching my private parts

2:13 ok im texting you now like i promised instead of drunktexting adrien and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. arent you proud of me?

2:19 this is Adrien, hi.

Marinette’s brain-to-mouth filter isn’t great on the best of days. Add some beer and some misplaced texts, and things get a little more… interesting.

One-shot. Rated M. This is one of my favourite fics of all time. This is so steamy, seriously the UST is off the charts!! It is absolutely unreal how much these two want each other and the mutual pining and they’re so stupid and this fic literally killed me and I thanked it.

[maridotnet]

say it with me guys: no matter what happens in the show, we’re never going to stop making up our own reveal scenarios. prpr will never end as a genre of fanwork. the lovesquare will continue forever in its many various and beautiful shades of possibility. please i need this constant in my life

[frostedpuffs]

very very soft for prpr adrinette where they are the absolute BEST of best friends with 0 boundaries that share anything and everything with each other and can talk for hours even about the most mundane shit but also have no filter, no boundaries whatsoever bc theyre just so comfortable w each other (aka "hey does this look infected to you" "sorry im late i was having stomach problems.") crushing on each other SUPER HARD but way too fucking oblivious to realize the other likes them back just as much and PINING STUPIDLY INTENSELY where theyre sighing wistfully like "ugh i just wish adrien/marinette liked me back" meanwhile alya and nino are like PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND OPEN UR EYES OH MY GODDDD

constant sleepovers where all they wanna do is cuddle each other but are like "noo that would make them uncomfortable..." despite that they are sleeping in the same bed like 2cm apart and staring at each other with big ol fucking doe eyes. late night phone calls that somehow last all night and into the morning. chilling on rooftops like "haha isnt this sunset romantic" "y-yeah" "...anyway uhhhh how was your day." casually calling each other cute/beautiful/hot but thinking "oh well there mustn't be any romantic intent there right...it's just platonic right?"

they hang off of each other, spend almost every fucking day together, and are ALWAYS TOUCHING like hugging/holding hands/rubbing each others backs when theyre stressed, casually kiss each other's foreheads, to the point where everyone else thinks theyre dating but THEYRE NOT (BUT THEY WISH THEY WERE!!)

IDIOTS TO LOVERS ARC! TOMFOOLERY!! DUMBASSERY! BUFFOONERY!!!

[nemaliwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Plagg Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug), Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug), Nathalie Sancoeur, Gabriel Agreste Additional Tags: Angst, Bodyswap, Post-Reveal Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Bad Parent Nathalie Sancoeur, Loss of Control, Sentimonster Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Protective Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Mind Control Series: Part 10 of Angstpril 2024 Summary:

“Look, I don’t know much about you guys, but I always hear other humans whining about how they have to listen to their parents or their teachers or bosses or whatever.”

“Yes,” says Marinette, “but that’s…that��s different. Usually, when someone tells me to do something, I only do it if I want to. I can think about it, make a real decision. But this…it was like I didn’t even have time to think about it. Like I couldn’t resist, even if I wanted to. And if I did, it would have killed me.”

--

Adrien and Marinette swap bodies. Marinette does not have a good time.

Written for Day 10 of @chaos-company‘s Angstpril - prompt: phantom pain

[sariahsue]

Hope

Talk of dating had started as a joke.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were obviously not together, Adrien had said, so what better way to protect their identities than have their civilian personas date each other? Marinette laughed at the idea, and then took him up on it.

That was two weeks ago. Two glorious weeks. Two amazing, torturous, exhilarating weeks. Filled with timid handholding and awkward smiles and even a few kisses, for show.

Well, on Marinette's part it was for show. It killed him to know that the affection she so easily gifted to him was all fake, but Adrien tried to pour his heart into the little pecks that they shared, as he pretended she felt something for him, too.

Tonight, it was their first public appearance as a couple.

He'd been to the Hotel Le Marois only once before, for a wedding reception. This time it was a formal dinner for Fashion Week. The flower arrangements were towering yellows and blues, the outfits were stunning, and Marinette was vibrating with excitement next to him and outshining them all in a dress of her own design. She'd never looked more radiant or more kissable.

Dinner started out great. Marinette was seated to his right, and a teenage model friend of his, Lili, on his left. The three of them chatted through the main course, but during dessert, Lili reached forward and grabbed his hand. Marinette's laughter cut off mid-giggle.

"You okay?" he asked, turning toward her.

Marinette sipped her drink. Lili slid her hand away. Neither of them would look at him. What had he missed?

"Well." Lili stood up abruptly, her fruit cup only half eaten. "I see another friend I need to catch up with. It's been nice talking with you, Adrien."

He turned to watch as she walked away. "What was that about?" he asked Marinette.

She only blushed and shook her head.

---

After dinner, Adrien was a good little gentleman and pulled Marinette's seat out for her as she stood. "Ready to schmooze with a bunch of socialites?"

Marinette latched onto his arm, like she wanted to keep him close. (He could pretend.) "As long as we don't run into Lili again."

"What?" he asked. "What's wrong with her?" She was one of the models he enjoyed working with the most.

She only shrugged one slender (fashionably bare) shoulder. "I don't want to talk to her again. That's all."

"But–"

She cut him off with a glare.

"Okay." He raised his hands in surrender. "I won't make you talk to her again."

They spent the next half hour of the night flitting from one corner of the room to the other. Adrien would get into the rhythm of the conversation, and then someone would smile at him, or touch his arm, or laugh at something he said, and Marinette would pull him away shortly after. It was almost as if…

He shook his head to clear the thought. They were now standing at one side of the room all by themselves, partially hidden by a towering floral arrangement sitting above the equally towering but empty fireplace. He didn't think Marinette was appreciating the decorations though. She seemed to be glaring tiny daggers at anyone who caught her attention. (Though she might have been studying the designs. Her serious face sometimes looked mean. The death grip she had on his arm suggested the first option, though.)

"My Lady," he started. He said it in a joking tone. There was no way she really was... But he wished. And he wanted. "You feeling a little jealous tonight, hm?" She would probably roll her eyes, but she might smile at him, and he could pretend.

Marinette turned her face away, lips pressed in a thin line. Silent.

That- that almost sounded like an admission. Adrien found himself breathing very fast.

"Marinette?"

She turned back just enough for him to see the edge of her bright red cheek. "W-well, you're my date, aren't you? Not theirs?" Her grip on his arm tightened as she continued to ramble. "Maybe I don't want to share your attention. That's all! I thought we were going to hang out together tonight, you know, like hanging out. That's all." She turned her face to the floor at their feet instead and whispered, "That's all."

Adrien stopped pretending. He started hoping.

"Marinette, can I kiss you?"

She tilted her head in confusion. "We're dating," she said. "I told you you didn't need to ask every time."

"No, I mean—"

He moved in front of her so he could block out the distractions of the room and all the curious eyes, and then leaned toward her. Their faces were so close.

"Can I kiss you for real?"

(Based on this)

[2manyfandoms2count]

Message in a Bottle

Happy Valentine's Day! I'm a little late to the @theerasfestlovesquareversion party, but here's my submission ❤ Special thanks to @miabrown007 for beta-ing!

Happy reading!

Read on AO3

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Marinette sat at her desk, one foot tucked under her, thoughtfully clicking her pen as she tried to organise a message. 

Her thoughts, which went a thousand miles an hour on a slow day, had come to a freeze about twenty four hours prior, when she’d seen – and heard – Adrien’s lips pronounce three little words she’d only ever dreamed of hearing from him. It was just her luck that they were tuned out by warning beep s, and followed by the Startrain doors clicking shut, as in slow motion, without her being able to do anything to stop them.

A part of her had screamed, urging her to chase after the moving vehicle, but her body had remained standing still on the platform, completely and utterly stunned. 

She still wasn’t entirely sure how she’d gotten back to her parents’ bakery. How she’d gotten to bed, fallen asleep.

All she knew, as she’d awoken in the morning, was that she knew something she didn’t before, and felt a sense of clarity regarding what she needed to do – but that was when her mind had woken up, too. 

And thus the calm before the storm had ended, her mind suddenly swept by a force faster than the wind, dispersing any coherence in her head, scattering words like autumn leaves, before they even got a chance to associate with each other. 

She slammed her head on the table, hoping it would help reset her brain; unfortunately it only brought on a throbbing pain. She winced as she rubbed the budding bump on her forehead.

“Screw it,” she mumbled, finally putting her pen to paper. 

Dear Adrien, 

My feelings since you’ve left have been all over the place, but it’s kind of frightening how happy the three little words you said as the doors of the Startrain closed, made me. They’ve been all I’ve been able to think about (which you know better than anyone might not be the best thing right now – but in a good way! I wouldn’t want you to take them back for the world. Unless you want to. Which would definitely not be a problem, of course. Although maybe just a little. But I’d get over it, I promise).  

Marinette’s hand hovered over the page. She was rambling – which could be fine when she talked, but felt pretty stupid to her in written form. This wasn’t her diary. She couldn’t afford to have a stream of consciousness run on her page; maybe Adrien would read it, and think she was crazy, rip up the letter, throw it in the fire, and she’d never, ever, hear from him again. And then what?

If anything, the reason he’d gone to London in the first place, to get away from the press following Hawkmoth’s (his father’s!) defeat, so he could focus on the latter’s upcoming trial, was enough to justify a clear and concise message. She didn’t want to burden him with her feelings when he surely had infinitely more serious things to think about. 

“Marinette, it can be just a first draft, you know.” Tikki’s soothing words snapped her out of her spiral. 

She looked up at the small divinity, who smiled encouragingly. She nodded, then turned her attention back to her words, biting the end of her pen as she reread them.

Little did she know that Adrien, a small body of water away, was doing exactly the same thing…

—

Dear Marinette,

I’m so sorry I panicked. I didn’t mean to say I like you . Partly, because it’s a little embarrassing that I blurted it out like that – but mostly, because I like you doesn’t even begin to cover how I feel about you. I just saw you, your freckles (the ones I thought I knew like the back of my hand – but that couldn’t be true now, could it? Else I would’ve realised who you were sooner), your smile, and the way you looked at me, and suddenly I got cold feet, and that was the extent of what my tangled brain could produce. 

Adrien spun in Félix’s desk chair, assessing what he’d written thus far. It was a good start, he supposed. His life had been turned upside down by the cataclysmic revelation that Hawkmoth was, in fact, his father, and arguably even more so by the fact that Ladybug was Marinette – he was allowed a certain amount of disorganisation. 

Although he’d obviously been surprised by the former fact, he had to admit that, retrospectively, it did make sense. He even felt stupid for not figuring it out sooner – or, rather, for figuring it out back when Hawkmoth’s powers were still fairly limited, and the damage done (both physical and psychological) was only a fraction of what would happen next, but being too much in denial of the kind of person his father was, and therefore falling for his tricks. 

But his father had grown cockier with his powers, sloppier. His desperation sent him in a slow, downward spiral, hijacking his every thought, eating away at him until one day, he’d stumbled out of what Adrien would later discover was his lair, straight into his atelier, holding his head in his hands – still clad in the purple suit that made most of Paris tremble.

Adrien had stood frozen in the doorway, at first not comprehending what he was seeing. Then, as his father – Paris’ most wanted villain – finally noticed him, the cogs in his brain had whirred again, and he’d made a dash for his room, knowing fully well what he needed to do.

Plagg had to go. Whatever happened next, he couldn’t end up in his father’s hands. 

He’d sent his best friend and his ring away just before the iron curtains had come down on his room’s windows. Just before the tears came streaming down his cheeks, as he cowered in a wardrobe, completely and utterly alone.

Until Marinette’s rescue mission, that is. 

Her being Ladybug, had come as both a complete surprise and an obvious conclusion to a mystery he’d done his best not to uncover since the day he’d first met his Lady. Adrien had obviously dreamed of figuring out who hid under his partner’s spotted mask, daring to ask every so often on the off chance that maybe she’d reconsidered her stance on the matter. But never, in his wildest dreams, had he ever made the conscious link between the two girls who brightened up his life. 

(Not that he remembered, anyway.)

Her plan had been so ingenious that he hadn’t clocked what was going on at first. He’d heard his father go on a rampage around the mansion in his search for him, half begging Adrien to listen to his explanations, half threatening him; and then there was silence as the doorbell cut through his words, and echoed through the house, once. Twice, insistent.

The silence was loud for a second, followed by footsteps running down the hallway. Gabriel opening the door. Voices, cordial at first, although Adrien couldn’t quite make the words out. He wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened, what Marinette had said, but somehow, she’d been invited in.

“Adrien?” His father’s tone was completely normal as he’d knocked on his door. “Adrien, your friend Marinette is here to see you. She saw the security system go off and came to check if everything was alright.” 

“I know how you feel about closed spaces,” Marinette had chimed in. Adrien had slowly crawled out of his hiding spot and made his way towards his room’s door, frowning, trying to remember when he’d told her about his fear. “It’s almost as bad as one of our friend’s fear of running out of cheese,” she’d added as he’d opened the door, turned towards Gabriel.

Adrien had stared at her blankly.

“Another one of our friends is worse about sweets, though,” Marinette had continued seemingly breezily, but Adrien had noticed the insistant glance she’d thrown him. “You should see her in January, she can’t get enough galette.”

Gabriel had chuckled politely, his shoulders tenser than usual, tearing Adrien’s focus off of Marinette’s words. “Well, as you can see, Adrien is very well, no need to worry. Now, if you don’t mind, I have an important matter to discuss with my son.”

Adrien had felt his blood run cold as his father’s fingers dug into his shoulder, which, from Marinette’s perspective, he assumed probably looked like a recreation of the painting looming over the grand staircase.

“Oh, of course, I’ll probably leave you to it, then,” Marinette had looked down, and fidgeted with her ring. 

Adrien had been torn between screaming out for her to make a run for it, to get as far as she could from the mansion and his father, somewhere safe, and begging her to take him with her. But something about her gesture had caught his attention.

Marinette didn’t wear a ring. And this wasn’t an Alliance ring, which he’d seen spread among his peers like wildfire. They didn’t have a common friend who loved galette. Or camembert.

The only person he knew who loved camembert was… 

He’d caught Marinette’s eyes, hoping she could read the question in his eyes. The way she’d nodded back, very slowly, led him to think she had. 

Swiftly, he’d turned around before his father could move, and grabbed the brooch he’d suspected lay beneath his scarf, tossing it to Marinette (Ladybug!), who’d caught it just as she called for her transformation. She’d grabbed his hand before jumping over the balustrade, almost dislocating his shoulder in the process (a small price to pay to get away, really). 

Adrien had heard his father swear after them, his footsteps rushing down, but he didn’t get very far. Ladybug opened the mansion’s door, and what seemed to be the entire Parisian police force rushed in, tackling him to the ground.

Just thinking about it again gave Adrien palpitations. He took a deep breath and got out of the chair, deciding to take a small break from writing. He owed Marinette so much.

—

Anyway, I know it’s only been a couple of days, but I haven’t had any news from you, and I feel like I’m going crazy. Realistically, I know that I like you, combined with our double… friendship, I guess?, must mean that I’m not just any friend to you, but I can’t help but wonder why you’re so silent. I guess I haven’t really been in touch either, even before your departure, but there’s just been so much going on with the trial… I don’t want to bother you, but you should know I’m here if you ever need to talk. Kwami, I wish we could talk right now. Even if I like the idea of sending you a letter, since there’s less chance of things getting lost in nerves.

Because I love you, Adrien. I’ve been trying to tell you for so long, but it never felt like it was the right time nor place to say it. I think I know why, now.

Marinette put her pen down and rubbed her face with her hands. The more she thought about it, the more everything made sense. All this time, she’d felt as if she’d been missing a piece of a puzzle, which threw all her confessions slightly off kilter – as it turned out, her feeling had been justified. 

What a shame the moment everything fell down like pieces into place had to be when Adrien had to leave. 

She shook her head. It was only temporary. She sat back in her chair with a sigh, looking out of her window. It was getting late; Notre Dame’s façade was illuminated, casting a comforting glow in the night. She wondered if Adrien’s view was as pretty as hers, and what he was up to. She didn’t dare bet he was thinking about her, but she hoped he did.

Do what you will with this information, she scribbled under her confession, sighing. I’m here if you need to talk, about anything you want. The weather, the upcoming trial, how you’re doing in London, how annoying I can imagine Félix being, what everyone in the class is up to, physics… You name it! I just really want to hear your voice again, especially your laugh.

You deserve to laugh, Adrien. So, so much. And I hope this letter brings at least a smile to your lips.

—

“Kid, you should be careful where you put your letters, I almost used it as a napkin for my extra mature pont l’évêque ,” Plagg yawned. 

“It wouldn’t matter much if you did,” Adrien sighed.

“Yes, I read it, you’re not sure you’ll send it, blablabla,” Plagg mimicked, holding up the piece of paper. 

“Hey! That was supposed to be private!” Adrien snatched it from his flippers with a huff. 

“It would be a shame, you know. It’s just the kind of thing Pigtails would love to receive.” Plagg shrugged. 

“You think?” Adrien asked, his voice suddenly hopeful.

“Trust me, Adrien, I know. ” 

Adrien couldn’t help the wide smile that spread on his lips at the thought. He went through his latest addition to the letter. 

You know, I feel like my neurons are a little less scrambled now, but Aunt Amélie is keeping me busy on this side of the Channel (I’m really discovering London, though, which is nice – I’d never been to Brixton, Camden or Hampstead Heath, but they’re great places to explore! I’d like to take you there someday, if you’ll allow me), and on the rare occasions I can sit down, which is generally late at night, I have to try and focus to go through the mess we’re going to be faced with. To tell you the truth, I much prefer sitting here writing to you, even though I don’t even know if I’ll ever even send you this letter. 

I keep thinking about the next time I’ll see you. I really want to run back to Paris, to you; I almost did, back on the train. I’m sure there would’ve been a way to stop it in its tracks, but in a way, I’m glad I didn’t. Even if there’s nothing I would’ve liked more than staying with you, putting a little distance between me and my father was quite welcome. If only there’d been a way for you to be with me… 

Sometimes, I think about calling you, but I’m always afraid that it’ll be a bad time, what with the UK being an hour behind you and all.  

He picked up his pen and added:

I hope you’re okay and that you know that I miss you and our hangouts, both in school and on the rooftops. I can’t wait to see you again, my Lady, whatever the circumstances. A small part of me hopes that it’ll be before the trial, or that we’ll get to be alone together for a bit afterwards. You and me against the world, and everything. 

(And maybe some of your dad’s chouquettes.) 

Lots of love, and hope to hear from you soon, 

Your Adrien

“There,” Adrien announced to no one in particular as he sealed his envelope. “I really hope you’re right, Plagg.” 

—

Anyway. I won’t hold you up any longer, but I just thought you should know how I feel. I’ll see you at the trial, at the latest – please don’t love London so much that you won’t come back… 

Forever yours, 

Marinette

Marinette dotted the i in her signature with a heart, and decided against re-reading the whole letter. Instead, she took out an envelope, neatly folded the page in three, and slid it inside. She wrote out Adrien’s name on the front of it, along with the Fathoms’ address, stuck a stamp at the top, and indicated her return address at the back. 

Then, she picked up her bag, and prepared to go to Alya’s. She’d post the letter on her way there; it would distract her from the wait that inevitably came with snail mail. 

She hoped her letter wouldn’t get drowned in the mass of mail Adrien surely received. 

Now, all she had to do was wait.

—

A week later, coming back from school, Marinette found a letter on her desk, and recognised the address’ calligraphy instantly. She all but tore the envelope open, her heart rate accelerating and a smile spreading wider and wider on her lips as her eyes progressed through the message. 

The date at the top told her that Adrien had written to her before reading her letter, but one thing was for sure: they were on the same page.

She placed the sheet back on her desk when she was done, feeling giddier than ever, and reached for her phone – it started ringing in her hands, Adrien’s face lighting up the screen. She almost dropped it in surprise.

“Hi,” Adrien’s voice breathed on the other end of the line.

“Hi,” she repeated, feeling herself blush. “How are–”

“I got your letter,” he blurted quickly, cutting her off. 

“I got yours, too.” She gently ran her fingers down the paper on her desk.

“Good, good.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Hey, I know this is a strange request, but would you mind going up to your balcony for a second?” he blurted quickly, cutting her off.

“Um, okay.” Marinette frowned a little, but still made her way up. Maybe it was a question of connection.

She swiftly pulled herself out of her skylight, and froze. 

Her balcony was covered in red roses: they were entangled in the wrought-iron, stood in vases on the floor, in a petal path leading straight to… Astrochat, sheepishly holding a single red rose. He hung up the phone.

“I love you too, Marinette,” he said. 

Tears welled up in Marinette’s eyes as she threw herself into his arms, hugging him as tightly as she could. 

“Don’t worry about me not coming back, I’ll always stay,” he whispered in her hair. 

Marinette looked up at him, feeling like her heart might burst out of her chest. 

“Glad to hear that, silly cat,” she said with a smile, standing on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his.

One of his arms wrapped around her waist while his other hand softly cupped her face as he deepened the kiss. Fireworks erupted in Marinette’s stomach. She wished time would stand still to let her savour this moment forever. 

Although her wish wasn’t granted, knowing that Adrien returned her feelings and would come back to her did make their parting a little easier. 

“You know, I don’t know what the future holds for us, my Lady,” Astrochat said as he was about to leave, gently taking her hands in his, “but one thing I do know is, if you’ll allow it, I’m never letting go of you, of us. Not if I can help it.” He brought her hands to his lips, his eyes boring into hers.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Marinette answered, pink dusting her cheeks. 

“I bet you will.” He winked. “See you soon, my love.” 

He kissed her again, gently, longingly, and then slid his visor shut and took off. 

Marinette wistfully watched him fly away, her chin propped up on her arms, leaning on her bannister. 

She truly was the lucky one.

[sfigatino]

Married Adrienette was fun to think about, I wish I changed them more but I was rather un creative today lol. Done for the @miraculousfanworks May Exchange!

[chatonnoir]

everyone being all ecstatic about the marichat kiss meanwhile i’ve been going through the stages of grief because the end of the episode seems to have effectively marked the end of both romantic ladynoir and marichat and taken Chat Noir off the table as a romantic option for Marinette and seems to be tipping things in the adrienette direction and pre-reveal couple adrienette + platonic ladynoir is exactly the outcome i didn’t want

[art-the-f-up]

I kinda stopped drawing this AU but I remember someone asking me super nicely for more and it's also adrinette april so I'm churning out a few more parts because I've grown to love drawing these.

this is the miraculous buzzfeed unsolved au part 5

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

[overworkedunderwhelmed]

“Oh!” Chat Noir’s eyes grew very wide, watching with a little less trepidation at the familiar sight and far more amusement, as he his eyes darted over to meet the blue eyes of his very lovely companion. “However did we get trapped in here again?”

For her part, Marinette just snorted as Chat Noir proceed to curl up next to her and make himself very comfortable. “At least he isn’t trying to sink us both to the bottom of the Seine this time.”

Chat simply winked at her. “I bet I could handle it, now.”

Evillustrator just gaped at the sight of Marinette’s arm now draping over the heroes’ shoulder, through the very see-through box he had drawn to trap them both. Reverser stood at his side, just facepalming. “I really need to work on my aim. I wanted to reverse Marinette’s feelings for Adrien!”

Evillustrator shook his head. “I never thought Chat Noir would take a hit for anyone but Ladybug...”

Then again, Chat Noir looked very comfortable, happily curling up beside Marinette, half sprawled across her lap.

Reverser just shouted. “You know you’re not actually locked in, right?”

Marinette just shrugged, fondly pressing her hand to Chat Noir’s cheek before letting her lips press to the tip of his nose once again. “Cats are very fond of boxes.”

Chat smirked up at her. “Among other things.”

Evillustrator looked increasingly torn before Monarch’s wings lit up a mask over his face. “We’re just going to go and draw out Ladybug.”

As Chat Noir’s grin only widened at the pun, Marinette shouted. “Would you mind making the box opaque before you go?”

Shuddering, Evillustrator compiled before he and Reverser raced off to the Paris

After a few stolen moments of cuddles at kisses, they both sighed, relishing a rare attack where they weren’t forced to race all over Paris... 

“How long do you figure we have until they start looking for Adrien?” Chat whispered.

Marinette sighed, leaning her head against his chest. Her dismay quickly turned into amusement as she started to plan. “Well, since they haven’t found Ladybug yet... maybe she will be very nice and pick Adrien up from his balcony.”

In one self-assured move, Chat summoned his Cataclysm once the magic box was no more. “Promises, promises.” He grinned, deploying his baton to the shore to save them both the indignity of another dip in the Seine.

As neither one was willing to let go, even though they were both back of solid ground, Chat Noir catapulted them both up to race the rooftops as his ring started to protest with increasing frequency.

“Think Adrien will still be hiding in the showers?” Marinette whispered into his ear. 

Chuckling, he set her down. “I think if you’re very Lucky, you might just find out.”

[xhanisai]

The Last Time I Freaked Out

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette (post-reveal, pre-relationship)

Prompt - ‘Everything’

Summary -

"Bah, you secretly love it when I toss you around, mon Chaton." Marinette freed a hand from his grip just so she could softly flick his forehead, the jest in her baby blues then being replaced with pure adoration as she fell deeper within his big, green eyes.

"I love everything you do to me, my Lady," He confessed, his tone much softer than he originally anticipated for it to be, the shells of his ears pinkening to the shade of plum blossoms and his emeralds glittering without a barrier to withhold the deeper emotions that shone within. Once again, he struck Marinette speechless, her own face blooming with that beautiful sakura hue and her rosy, kissable lips parted in a gentle 'o'. He had to internally pinch himself to reassure his heart that he wasn't dreaming and that the sight of the love of his life before him is very much real.

"Everything?" Her voice was even softer...and quieter. Her blues sometimes averted their gaze from his earnest face, only to flicker right back when he used a tender finger to tilt her chin back towards him.

"Mmhm,"

~(x)~ . . . "He-ehhh? Your hands really are so small, Marinette. Look! My little finger is longer than your forefinger," Adrien chuckled, now clasping their hands together in a perfect fit as his partner grumbled in slight annoyance at his remarks. They were currently sitting on her balcony floor, leaning their backs against the railings and surrounded by numerous empty plates that were once full of delicious sweets and mugs filled with only droplets and remnants of the warm hot chocolate that was now settled in their stomachs. The warm twinkle of the rich fairy lights illuminated the area in a manner that made the boy feel like he was dreaming, everything in a low, golden haze as the night summer breeze cooled down their bodies. But the pulse of her own frame that he felt from her hands alone was more than an indication that everything was absolutely real. He had no worries about having to wake up with disappointment and solitude by his side. "No, you're just very big. A giant tomcat." Marinette scowled, squeezing his hands with a herculean grip out of spite that surely would have gotten an ordinary person yelping from the sudden strength and the pain that would have followed it. However, much to her dismay, her partner was no ordinary boy and instead, took it as a challenge with gleaming eyes and a mischievous, shit-eating smirk. He squeezed back just as hard. "A giant tomcat whose claws need to be clipped from the looks of it, hm?" Adrien simply tried to push her back with the strength of his arms but she didn't even budge, more than capable of taking him on even as a civilian and would most likely win every arm wrestle they played. "Unfair. You easily toss me around as Ladybug so I should be able to push you down when you're Marinette to balance things out. Un-fair." His mock pout earned him a delightful chime of giggles from his Lady, his heart skipping many beats and his cheeks blossoming with a beautiful red as he continued to fall deeper and deeper in love with this wonderful girl. If past him thought he knew what love was when Ladybug and Marinette were still just two different people in his mind, then he would be in a big surprise once he finds out that the brilliant girls turning out to be one simply would make his heart expand to the point where he couldn't breathe. And he almost didn't want to breathe right now just so he could take in this peaceful moment with the love of his life and savour it. "Bah, you secretly love it when I toss you around, mon Chaton." Marinette freed a hand from his grip just so she could softly flick his forehead, the jest in her baby blues then being replaced with pure adoration as she fell deeper within his big, green eyes. "I love everything you do to me, my Lady," He confessed, his tone much softer than he originally anticipated for it to be, the shells of his ears pinkening to the shade of plum blossoms and his emeralds glittering without a barrier to withhold the deeper emotions that shone within. Once again, he struck Marinette speechless, her own face blooming with that beautiful sakura hue and her rosy, kissable lips parted in a gentle 'o'. He had to internally pinch himself to reassure his heart that he wasn't dreaming and that the sight of the love of his life before him is very much real. "Everything?" Her voice was even softer...and quieter. Her blues sometimes averted their gaze from his earnest face, only to flicker right back when he used a tender finger to tilt her chin back towards him. "Mmhm," The designer brought a trembling, pale hand to his face, resting the tiny but hardworking appendage against his cheek, only for her partner to melt into her touch without any hesitation. Without wasting another breath. She internally prayed that he couldn't hear the way her heart pounded so hard against her ribcage and tried its best to leap out of her throat. "Do you like this?" She rubbed her thumb against his cheekbone, fire coursing through both of their veins and the breeze unable to cool down the inferno that was pure passion and longing within their bodies. "Yes." He turned his face slightly so that he could press his peachy lips against her palm and kiss the sensitive skin with a delicious sweetness that rivalled even the most richest of honey. His eyes were green flames of unadulterated desire (for her) and she found herself struggling to swallow. Trying her best to keep her breaths under control, Marinette then trailed her fingers down his face, gingerly and bravely grazing his bottom lip which was pink and slightly dewy and just so soft. "What about...what about this?" She didn't expect him to lean in closer as an answer, his forehead resting on hers and the grip he had on her other hand tightening to the point where they both wore white knuckles. "Yes," He was quiet husk and whispers, the girl able to feel the vibrations of his body from when he spoke, similar to his feline tendency to purr. She was almost surprised that she could hear him with the way her stubborn heartbeat took over all her senses. Gathering all the courage she has ever had and swallowing down her shyness and fears, Marinette brought her face even closer to his, her shivering lips resting on her fingers that were pressed against his own mouth. Baby blues flickered from the sweet, rosy treasure to his emerald greens, and back and forth. Her brows furrowed and her body shook from time to time. It was the patience and never-ending love within his eyes and demeanour that shattered all of her internal obstacles, allowing herself to slowly remove her fingers and for their lips to finally, finally brush and glide into a real, first, true love kiss. "...And this?" She faintly murmured against his sinful lips, the duo quivering and the taste of the delicious sweets they consumed earlier on now spiking through their system without mercy. . He answered with a full, passionate and desperate kiss of his own, encasing her entire body with his arms as he attempted to muster all the love he has for her and the love he will continue to shower her with for the rest of eternity. . . . ~(x)~