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burningstarfishqueen · 2 years ago

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Tangled in Marinette’s blanket cocoon, it was warm enough Adrien didn’t feel like he’d woken up alone. He thumbed the comforter. The design was a ladybug perched on her kitty’s ear.

“Minou minou minou! Pancakes!”

Pancakes? Really? He climbed out of their bed. As much as he didn’t want to have to eat those things, it was worth it to see her.

A quick detour to clean his teeth and he stepped into their kitchen. She was there by the window, the sunrise sparkling in her messy hair. The tip of her nose tapped on her phone. Her hands were too full to text properly.

“Marinette.”

“Mon Adrien!” She waved her spatula at him. “Come see. I figured out the thread for my midterm.”

Her project was laid out over the counter in a mess of fabric scraps and pins. He could sew a bit, but not enough to help someone as talented as her. He met her bluebell eyes. “Beautiful.”

“We’re talking about the slippers.”

“But I was!” He grinned. “I wouldn’t call you just beautiful, ma lady. You’re beyond gorgeous. There are no words for how amazing you are. How I fall deeper in love every moment we spend together.” He slipped the spatula from her fingers, lowering his head over her calloused hand and letting his kiss linger.

She pushed him off. “Just go eat! Stupid, flirty alleycat.” Through the silky tangle of hair the back of her neck pinked.

“Alas, my love has banished me.” He took his seat in the breakfast nook and poked the awful, dry thing with his fork. It might smell good, but he wasn’t going to trust a pancake.

Over their time together, he’d made many sacrifices for his Marinette. A pancake was nothing. He cut a big chunk. Bracing himself, he shoveled it into his mouth.

It was buttery warmth and the soft flavor of bread. Surely it was a thick, fluffy crepe.

“This isn’t a pancake.”

It was tempting and luscious, whatever it was. He devoured it in two bites and wanted more.

“Is it bad? I take multitasking a bit far sometimes.”

He shook his head hard. “These are amazing. Pancakes are awful.”

“Had any pancakes since we brought down Monarque?”

The pancake mystery clicked together. “So, you’re saying now that I’m a part of your family I get Dupain-Cheng pancakes.”

“Yes, mon mari.” She dropped two buttery soft pancakes on his plate.

He smiled goofily up at his wife.

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d011zk1ll · 8 months ago

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Thinking about the aftermath of Maneki-Neko....

Turns out, welding the two most powerful miraculous in existence paired with the mental strain of fighting the hardest, most dangerous and most PERSONAL Akuma without anyone to help (because they all got NERFED, this is the chapters where she gives out all the miraculous because she's so *desperate* but they all end up failing because the Akuma is so fucking badass)

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lycorogue · 2 years ago

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Latest Story: Never Take This for Granted

Who’s ready for probably the shortest ficlet I’ve written for this fandom?

Well, I woke up this morning with (more-or-less) these exact thoughts in my own head, and something told me that Adrien would probably have them too. Maybe it's because I see myself in him a little bit. Maybe because I think he'd learn the same lessons I did with regards to losing a parent. I lost my dad roughly the same age that Adrien lost Emile. While my mom did not end up neglectful, abusive, manipulative, nor a terrorist, much like Gabriel, my mom did make it well known how hurt she was to have lost her spouse. I felt the pain of her realizing she lost the love of her life too early in life (she wasn't even 40) and after far too few years together. I praise my mom for the strength she has shown through the years and how – unlike Gabriel – her love for my dad made her stronger and helped carry her forward.

I know from experience that loves cannot last forever, and may very well be ripped from you too soon. Which is probably why I had these thoughts (ones I frequently have, if I'm honest) when I awoke, and why I feel Adrien might have them too. So, enjoy my morning thoughts, as told by Adrien.

(If you want that extra ambiance, I had the song "Ceilings" by Lizzy McAlpine stuck in my head while I was writing this)

Summary: Adrien awakes overwhelmed with gratitude to be married to Marinette.

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: 420

Status: completed one-shot

Continue reading below, or find this story over on AO3, on FFN, or on DA.

Never Take This for Granted

Adrien awoke before their alarm. The gentle sunlight through their curtains was enough to stir him. The laundry list of things that needed to be done raced through his mind, and he debated taking advantage of the early start to the day.

Then Marinette softly snored beside him.

With a smile, he knew his place was in bed. At least, for a little while longer. He shifted so he could spoon his wife; careful not to move her or wake her. He rested his hand on her hip, and closed his eyes to the world so he could soak her in with his other senses.

They had been together for twenty years, but it still felt like not enough time. He knew that twenty years was both an amazing gift and just a drop in a hat. The duality of it being exceptionally long and tragically short. He needed another twenty years. Forty. Sixty. Eighty! No matter how long they had, it would always be too short.

“Please,” he silently prayed. He wasn't sure to whom, but to any and every Greater Power there might be. He wordlessly screamed his plea to the cosmos. “Please, never let me take this for granted. Have me always be comforted by her body heat against me. Let me always find her quiet breathing soothing. Let my hand always feel at home on her hip. Let her smell always lull me. Let the fact that I wake up with her beside me always amaze me a little bit. Let me feel lucky that I have her in my life; always. Forever. Please, please. Don't ever let me take her for granted. Let me memorize every morning I have beside her.”

He wanted to squeeze her. Hold her closer. Never let her go. Prove to himself that she was there and real and not going anywhere.

But he couldn't chance waking her. He couldn't chance ruining this moment. Clinging tight to her would never improve what he had in that instance.

So, he comforted himself with his legs tucked within the nook of hers, and his hand on her hip. That was enough. That grounded him. That was the proof he needed that she was there and he'd be alright for another day.

The sun flooded the room in a golden glow. Adrien didn't see it though. He kept his eyes closed, focused on the warmth of his wife beside him, and fell back asleep until the alarm rudely interrupted their quiet slice of paradise.

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buggachat · 7 months ago

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my life's goal is to make tumblr regret increasing the image limit to 30

anyway i haven't been able to get real-cat!plagg out of my head. (i blame @hamsternamedmarinette's post for making me think of my real-cat!plagg au again)

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marinette dupain-cheng #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrienette #adrinette #plagg #my art

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anna-scribbles · 6 months ago

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so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3