#prince adrien

[aalissy]

Fantasy AU

Woop woop day 9 done :). And it's a fantasyyy AU where I got to write Prince Adrien with his lovely knight Marinette. Ahhh, I loveeee writing this AU hehe. Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

Prince Adrien sighed quietly. He rested his cheek upon his fist as he stared out longingly of the tower that he was locked in. His father, the Mad King Gabriel, had summoned upon the magic of the peacock miraculous to keep him imprisoned in the tower ever since his mother had died years ago.

In the span of but a few moments, he had lost both his mother and his freedom. Gabriel had shouted that this was the only way he could protect him from the evils in the world before locking him up.

In the beginning, Adrien had been grateful. After all, his father was right. The world was evil. He didn’t want the same things that happened to his mother to happen to him. But slowly, as the days turned to weeks which turned to months he had begun to see this as more of a punishment than a reward.

He had little to no contact with anyone. The only times he had any form of human contact was when his father came up to restock his supplies. Most of his day was spent cuddling with Plagg, the black cat Adrien had pleaded with his father to have after he had been locked up for half a year and was going mad himself. 

Plagg purred contentedly, causing him to smile down at the cat in his lap. Scratching him behind the ears, Adrien wondered just how differently life in this tower would have been like without him. It would have been unbearable.

The quiet sound of horse hooves had Adrien gazing out his window lazily. Had his father returned early with supplies? He didn’t know if he was ecstatic at the contact or if he was depressed at the fact that he wouldn’t see anyone again for the next few weeks.

Adrien blinked. Then blinked again. The figure approaching on horseback looked nothing like his father. It seemed to be a girl, her pigtails flowing out behind her as she raced toward the tower. She was clad in shimmering armor, her sword glinting in the moonlight. 

He scrambled back falling off the ledge he was sitting on as he crashed to the floor. He ignored Plagg’s unhappy meow and began to panic. Who was this? Was this one of the monsters his father had warned him about? Had she come to murder him like all of the stories his father had read to him?

Adrien gulped, staring down at the sword on her hip. It certainly looked very sharp. Should he hide? Should he at least try and defend himself? He had never thought of a plan for a situation like this. His father had been certain that no one would be able to find this place so they had never thought up any ideas for what would happen if it did.

Suddenly, the steady beat of horse hooves on the rough pavement ceased. Did she leave? Went away to bother someone else’s tower? 

Slowly, cautiously, Adrien poked his head back up to peer out the window. She hadn’t left at all. Instead, she had taken out two small knives and he gulped as he imagined what she would do with those. 

She stabbed the base of the tower and he watched in awe as she tested the hold her knife had. It must have been good because she jammed the second knife higher up into the rocks. Adrien’s mouth dried as he watched her begin to ascend the tower with a skilled grace he didn’t know was possible. 

So awed by her ascent up the tower, he had no time to prepare when the knight crashed through his window. A pair of bright, gleaming blue eyes blinked into his green ones with surprise. He jumped forward, grasping a shard of glass with force as he glared over at her.

His tiny, makeshift weapon was probably no good against her sword but at least he could say he tried. He was not about to die easily. 

“Get out of here!” he spat, praying that just the ferocity of his words would scare her off. “I won’t let you just kill me!”

“Hang on! Hang on!” She held her hands up, obviously trying to lull him into a false sense of security. “What are you talking about? I’m not here to kill you! I came here to rescue you.”

His heart swelled with hope before he quickly clamped it down. She was a liar! Every murderer would say this before dealing their dastardly blows. Adrien may not know a lot but he knew this much at least.

“Liar!” he hissed, eyes narrowing at her as he waved the tiny shard of glass.

“I’m not a liar.” She shook her head before the unmistakable sound of purring filled the room. The both of them looked down as Plagg rubbed himself against the lady’s legs, purring noisily.

“Plagg! What are you doing!?” Adrien shrieked, gesturing for his cat to come here with the knife. “She’s the enemy!”

“Aw! What a cutie!” she cooed, kneeling down as she scratched Plagg behind the ears. The traitorous cat leaned even further into her hand, obviously enjoying the scritches. 

Slowly, he lowered his knife. His father hadn’t warned him about this. Would a killer really pet a cat instead of... well, attacking him with the giant sword at her waist?

Adrien's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Could this knight truly be here to rescue him? Was she not the threat his father had warned him about all these years? Plagg's content purring seemed to vouch for her innocence, but Adrien couldn't shake off the years of conditioning to fear outsiders.

"You expect me to believe that?" Adrien's voice wavered slightly, his eyes darting between the knight and Plagg, who seemed unusually comfortable in her presence. "Why should I trust you?"

The knight sighed, straightening up. "I’ll start by giving you my name. I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the renowned knight who has sworn to protect this kingdom. Your father might have misled you about me, but I assure you, my intentions are pure.”

Adrien's grip on the shard of glass loosened, uncertainty clouding his features. He couldn't just ignore the years of isolation and fear instilled by his father's warnings. Surely, he had locked him in this tower for a reason.

"Please, Prince Adrien," Marinette pleaded, her blue eyes reflecting sincerity. "Let me prove to you that I mean no harm. Your imprisonment here is unjust, and I'm here to set you free."

Adrien hesitated, torn between his ingrained fears and the glimmer of hope offered by Marinette’s words. Plagg, ever the perceptive companion, nuzzled against her leg, a silent gesture of trust.

“Ask yourself this, would I really have stopped to pet your lovely cat and give you my name if I was here to bring harm to you? Unless you truly believe that a piece of glass would be enough to stop me, a trained knight?” She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at him teasingly.

With a deep breath, Adrien lowered the makeshift weapon and nodded slowly. "Alright, I believe you."

Marinette smiled warmly, her relief evident. "Thank you for giving me a chance, Prince Adrien. Now, let's get you out of here."

For the first time in years, Adrien was finally going to know what freedom tasted like. He was finally going outside.

[unbury-the-gays]

Chopsticks

Gisbert: So, who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Adrien: We're chopsticks!

Gisbert: Oh, that's cute! Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Kiyan: No, it means that if you take one of us away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

[jayofolympus-writes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher) Characters: Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Kiyan (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Blood Kink, Blood Drinking, Violence, sex and violence, Threats of Violence, Possessive Behavior, Toxic Relationship, Biting, Knifeplay, Unhealthy Relationships, Scratching, Scarification, Choking, scar kink, they're so toxic this relationship is so bad, they're in love though i promise, no happy ending, Worship, Dom/sub Undertones, undertones? overtones? who even knows, Blasphemy, probably, Rough Sex Summary:

Adrien always knew he was fucked up. It just took a witcher to show him exactly how fucked up.

 Kiyan and Adrien bring out the worst in each other. They crave the depravity the other offers.

[witcherrarepaircommentexchange]

pairing:

Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)

fic:

Rendezvous in the woods by Advena87, Gavilan

The erratic prince insisted on rendezvous in the woods, and Kiyan reluctantly followed him to a secret place. And while Kiyan expected this date to be a dud, he hadn't anticipated the extent to which things could get out of hand.

[goatlilly]

So I drew Adrien as the Peacock. Because I wanted to. I got most of my inspiration for his design from medieval European princes, so with that in mind I decided to call him Prince. Kinda cheesy, I know, but Miraculous is cheesy anyways, so I don’t care. I like to imagine that whatever sentimonster he creates in this form would be made using the lucky charm Marinette gave him. (Also I know this is messy, but I’m out of watercolor paper and I’m not very good with colored pencils. Also those are crayola, so there’s that too.)

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

In which Marinette and Luka adopt a royal ray of sunshine. 13/30 of the Thirty in One series

[ck2k18]

Ladrien June 2022 Day 5: Distracting

written for @ladrienjune

Arguably one of the most essential things a guard learned in basic training was to always stay focused on their charge. From day one, it had been hammered into Ladybug's head: distractions were detrimental. The most important thing was the one you were meant to protect.

As it turned out, when you’re in love with the person you’re meant to protect, it’s exceptionally more difficult not to lose focus, especially when the aforementioned person is doing his best to distract you.

“You need to stop doing that,” Ladybug told Prince Adrien. Although she was facing straight ahead, she was aware of his every movement from her peripheral vision.

Adrien tilted his head, his face the picture of innocence. “Could you be more specific? I’m not sure what it is I’m doing, exactly.”

She gritted her teeth, fighting a smile; she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. “Stop looking at me like that,” she clarified.

He had the audacity to smirk. “And how am I looking at you?”

“Like you want to kiss me,” she replied, cheeks burning. 

“I do want to kiss you. Very much, in fact,” he swung his legs and stood, coming closer to her. It took all her self-control not to throw her arms around him then and there. “If only there were a way we could both get what we want.”

Her lips twitched, whether in anticipation or out of suppressed laughter, she wasn’t sure. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Just one,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Or two.” Another kiss, this time on her nose. “Or…” he trailed off, his lips hovering right above hers. 

“Three,” she breathed out, before giving in to the distraction.

[mikauzoran]

Lukadrien: Caught up in You: The Pirate and the Mer-Prince (One-Shot)

Read it on AO3: Caught up in You: The Pirate and the Mer-Prince

Summary: Adrien has always been told that humans are dangerous, but he can’t help his attraction to Luka. When the crew of the Liberty captures the mer-prince, Luka has to choose love or loyalty to his pirate family. Two star-crossed lovers somehow find happiness together.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste/Luka Couffaine

Rating: T

[advena87]

Chapters: 5/5

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)

Characters: Kiyan (The Witcher), Prince Adrien (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Modren Au, Artist/Muse, Painting, Rare Pairings, Fade to Black, Lack of Communication, Miscommunication, mention of suicidal thoughts, Not Beta Read

The doorbell rang to find Kiyan in the kitchen, half an hour after the reminder on his phone had alerted him that the meeting was about to start. Honestly, Kiyan thought his client wasn't going to show up, it wouldn't be the first time someone made an appointment and didn't turn up. It was extremely annoying, but there was little he could do about it. At the same time, since Kiyan had gotten used to the idea of a free evening, being half an hour late seemed even more annoying.

"You're late," he announced coldly as he opened the door for the man waiting on the threshold. Kiyan had no patience for people who wasted his time and made no attempt to hide his disapproval.

"Good evening," the man replied with a slight, almost apologetic smile at the corner of his mouth. It could be a sign of remorse, but Kiyan saw amusement in his guest's dark eyes. No, it wasn't remorse. A rather indulgent smirk from someone who thinks others should wait for him. "Sorry to be late, terrible traffic jams on the roads, I was caught in the rush hour".

Kiyan's eyebrow twitched dangerously at the man's casual explanation. He wanted to slam the door in his face, but he held back his violent impulses. Firstly, he was an adult and could control himself. Second, he was a professional and cared about his reputation. And thirdly, he needed the money and the guy looked rich.

He was a tall man, about half a head taller than Kiyan, and he had an impeccable figure that was accentuated by his very well-chosen clothes. He wore an expensive suit under his unbuttoned black coat, but no tie. The collar was casually open, and on his wrist was a gold watch, probably worth more than Kiyan's flat. Yes, the client was definitely solvent.

Regarding his appearance, Kiyan looked boldly into his guest's eyes and studied with satisfaction the symmetrical face, with pronounced cheekbones and a defined jaw, surrounded by a neatly trimmed black beard. The eyes were the perfect distance apart, large and dark, with long black lashes. The only imperfection in this handsome face seemed to be the nose, a little too long overall, with a slight bump, but somehow it suited him, giving the man's face more character and expression. The visitor's long black curly hair, neatly tied back at the nape of his neck, was also a lovely sight, and his smooth skin was a pleasant shade of golden brown. There was no doubt that the client was a very attractive man, so this job promised to be pleasant despite the delay.

"Does my being late mean that I won't be invited in?" the man finally asked, and Kiyan realized that he had been staring at the client, who was still standing at the door.

"Please come in," he replied, still somewhat distracted, and opened the door wider so that his visitor could finally enter. "To be honest, I didn't think you were going to show up."

"There is no way I would pass up such an opportunity." The man smiled brightly, but there was something predatory about it.

READ ON AO3

[shameboree]

havent drawn ladybugs in literally a year haha whoops!! anyway heres a princess tutu au ft knight marinette and magical girl adrien

[artlindalin]

DESTINED TO REIGN (READ HERE)

Horrified, Ladybug watches Adrien fall. She had been too focused on what she was doing to consider Mr. Pigeon would attack Adrien. This is all her fault! The people around her scream for their Prince and she don't notice she is yelling his name. Her heart is pounding wildly and she runs faster than never before in her entire life but how is she really going to get there in time to catch him?!

ART COMMISSIONS AT at https://ko-fi.com/lindalin

[unbury-the-gays]

Rendezvous in the woods a summary:

Adrien, about killing a bunch of scoia'tael together: It was pretty romantic.

Kiyan: You know who the only people who would think that are?

Adrien: Who?

Kiyan: Us.

[jayofolympus-writes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher) Characters: Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Kiyan (The Witcher), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubiously consensual voyeurism, Smut, Rough Sex, Spit As Lube, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Sex workers, Dildos, Public Sex, Biting, Blood, just a little, Kiyan is unhinged, Adrien is even more unhinged, the poor guards would like to not be there, Degradation, Verbal Humiliation, Slut Shaming, Hair-pulling, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Unhealthy Relationships, No Aftercare Series: Part 24 of The Witcher Flashfic Challenge Summary:

If Adrien were to describe Kiyan, it would be as a feral dog, straining at a fraying leash, kept from terrible violence by only the flimsiest thread. Adrien greatly enjoyed sawing away at that rope, avidly awaiting the moment Kiyan truly let loose. If he happened to nudge some prey within reach while he waited… well, the only ones inclined to complain were no longer capable of doing so.

More than that, though, Adrien loved to stand just out of reach of that wild beast and tease. There was nothing more satisfying than being the cause of something so powerful losing control. It always sent a thrill through him when Kiyan’s leash snapped and he would slam Adrien against the nearest wall, gnashing his teeth and growling like he couldn’t decide whether to fuck him senseless or rip his throat out. He’d yet to choose the latter, and Adrien greatly enjoyed the former, so the teasing continued.

[witcherrarepaircommentexchange]

pairing:

Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)

fics:

Dream by Advena87 and Gavilan

Two years after Kiyan's rescue, the nightmares weren’t as vivid and painful as they had been in the beginning, especially with Adrien’s calming, familiar scent and warmth beside him. Calming, that is, except the nights that Adrien also suffered nightmares of his own.

Saovine was approaching, the nights were growing longer and colder, and Adrien's nightmares more frequent. The prince still didn't want to talk about them, and Kiyan didn't know how to break the standstill. He wanted to help him, but there was nothing he could do but hold him in his arms.

Stray Cat by Advena87 and Gavilan

"If a cat runs away, you should tie a bell around his neck. Then you will always know where he is." Adrien doesn't know what's going on in Kiyan's life that keeps him running away, but he's determined to keep trying to build something with his mysterious stranger.

Who Sows the Wind, Reaps the Storm by Advena87 and Gavilan

"The ruins of the elven palace Est Tayiar in Redania were mentioned several times in the records of the oldest cat school masters as a potential source of exquisite weapons and diagrams, but the records didn’t specify the exact location of the palace or what it had been, exactly, in its heyday. Either way, Kiyan had nothing better to do, except avoid headhunters, so he planned on spending this year on the path searching for treasures."

[notarewberry]

inspired from Ch. 8 of @chocoluckchipz ‘s and @thenovelartist 's Bride for the Prince fanfic!

plus some design sketches

[yardikins]

Jumping on this meme- The guy they’re gonna have to kill is one or both of their fathers