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Just a quick Adrienette umbrella art

[theredeyeswolf]

For @adrienaugust

Day 1: Feather

[pearl484-blog]

A twisted Fairytale

Marinette once thought that dating Adrien Agreste was like a fairytale, but now it's become dark.

Part 3 of the death of Adrien Agreste

Ao3 link

my entry for day 12: fairytale

Being with Adrien was like living a fairytale. He was sweet and kind and patient. He didn't mind gove her space when she needed it snd support when she didn't. He worked around all her problems, which Marinette knew she had many. He was beautiful, sexy, and perfect.

The only problem was his control freak of a father. Except, he was worse than a cranky, CEO. HE WAS HAWKMOTH. It shouldn't have felt as good as it did to beat the snot out of her boyfriend's father, but with each hit, Marinette thought of London, and Adrien, and all the akumas he'd unleashed. It felt good , giving into that anger, that rage.

Then, she remembered Chat Noir. Sweet, silly Chat Noir, who'd never hurt a fly. He'd never approve of Ladybug acting like that, giving into her rage. So Ladybug stepped back and gave Gabriel the chance to do the right thing. Gabriel decided to venom her and make the wish so he could die.

Looking back, Marinette could understand why. If Gabriel hadn't done that, Nathalie would've died too, and Adrien would've been forced to move to London regardless. In a way, Gabriel was trying to make up for everything he'd done by letting Adrien stay in Paris with her.

Then, Gabriel had requested that Marinette let Adrien remember the good things he'd done, and Gabriel had done good things, especially before...

Well, that was in the past. Now, Marinette was going to help Adrien remember the good things, like all the compliments he'd paid to Adrien, or the breakfasts he'd made for him, and...well, Marinette wasn't sure what elde there was, but Gabriel wasn't her dad. Even though he'd been strict, Adrien had loved him and Marinette wasn't going to take that away from him.

Besides, Gabriel was dead. What good would come from telling everyone that Adrien’s dad was Hawkmoth?

Ladybug had enough experience with bad press to know what would happen. People would all line up, looking for someone to blame, and they'd twist Ladybug’s words to hurt her sweet Adrien, who hadn't done anything wrong.

Ladybug couldn't tell anyone that Gabriel was Hawkmoth. Not without disrespecting his last request, but she couldn't let Adrien believe that Gabriel was missing either. Dhe knew how much his mother going missing had hurt him. No, Adrien had to know that Gabriel was dead...even though the Miraculous Ladybug should've resurrected him.

So, Marinette told another eensy weensy lie. That Gabriel had sacrificed himself to stop Hawkmoth. It was the only way that Ladybug could see to explain his death without ruining everything.

That was, until Adrien found out the truth. Not only did he find out that Gabriel was Hawkmoth, but also that he was a senti-monster. Marinette had never wanted that. She knew how badly that had messed up Felix. Who knew what it would do to her sweet Adrien?

Besides, Felix was currently the one with the Peacock, and while Marinette didn't trust him, she didn't want to take the Peacock away from the poor guy either, especially since he knew her secret identity. Anyways, from what she knew about Adrien and Felix, they didn't get along as much as they should, and there'd almost certainly be a fight once Adrien realized the cousin he didnt trust held his life in his hands.

Except, Adrien hadn't broken down like Marinette had expected. Instead Adrien had come back and did the interview. Marinette had begged him not to. She'd pleaded for him to delay it, just for a little, until Marinette could confirm it with Felix, but Adrien wasn’t having it.

It didn't matter how crazy it sounded or how much it contradicted what Felix had told her, Adrien had enough proof for himself. So he'd conducted the interviews, and threw Marinette under the bus.

Then, as if to make it worse, after the interview, he'd started pulling away, giving her the silent treatment or making little comments behind her back. Sometimes, he'd even stay the night at Nino's without telling her.

Then, he went to the funeral. Without her, but with Nino and Chloe.

Marinette didnt know what happened next, but she only remembered lying on the bed drunkenly clutching her bottle of wine as she cried into her phone, asking Alya where it all went wrong.

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Flowers and a hug - Adrien AUGreste Day 3

So wasn't orignally planning on doing the event but I needed something to break up this fic I'm redoing. If I spend too long staring at it, it was going to drive me up a wall, so, here we are. Since I've done most of the @adrienaugust prompts for my Wish series, I'm just going to do the ones I haven't done. Who knows, maybe I'll finally do 'Switched', the one prompt I skipped in the first Wish story.

If you don't know what I mean, the Wish series is a fic series I did exploring the idea of Lila winning and wishing for Adrien's life and Adrien's new life as the kid of an Italian diplomat who has the freedom to be completely himself. These fics are going to be part of that series and the timeline will bounce around.

This fic is based after the events of the last chapter of the second story. Enjoy

Flowers

Piano, he learned from his dad. English and French, his mom taught him that. Sewing was learned at the feet of his nonna. But plants, specifically flowers, his hardened, silent nonno taught him that. Whenever Adrien was with his grandparents, he’d always spend at least 15 minutes in their garden, helping his nonno with whatever task he was doing. The man was always in the garden, even on days were his body made it hard to move, he’d sit on the swinging chair he’d put together after Adrien begged for one, with his espresso or tea and just take his work in. He didn’t speak much, preferring to show his words in actions but he’d tell Adrien about the stories behind the meaning of flowers. He would have him help make bouquets that he’d silently pass to his wife, the only reaction of her thanks being the blush that came to his face like clockwork when she’d press a kiss to her husband’s cheek.

The bouquets had no rhyme or reason behind them, but Adrien did notice whenever his nonna was upset, flowers would end up in her kitchen. They weren’t an immediate fix, but it always brought a smile to her face.

So that’s why Adrien left his apartment early in the morning, met up with Marinette outside the bakery and took the train to the flower market near the Notre-Dame. Luka had told him he loved him and also that because of his grandfather, he’d be busy with something he couldn’t talk about. He and Juleka were feeling the affects of whatever it was, looking exhausted, but Luka seemed to be having a harder time with whatever it was. Adrien was dying to poke and ask more questions but with a ring on his finger and a new constant hitchhiker, Adrien knew it would be wrong to ask for answers Luka wasn’t ready to give. It could see it was bothering him, whenever Luka couldn’t give him a clear answer. Luka’s brow would furrow, he’d tug at his earrings and he’d apologise like it was no one’s business. Adrien just wanted him to be reminded that even though they had to keep a few secrets, that wasn’t going to break them up. Marinette, after hearing his idea in class, offered to show him the best stalls at the flower market.

“Thanks again for doing this.” Adrien thanked.

“Of course. Luka’s been looking so exhausted. I think he was actually going to fall asleep standing up at rehearsal. I’m surprised he didn’t cancel.”

“Not Luka. If he can’t play music, he feels like there’s no point.” It had been that sometimes it was the only time he’d see Luka relax, unburdened by whatever was bothering him.

He just hoped this was another way to make him relaxed.

The market was huge. Thanks to Marinette’s suggestion, it wasn’t quite as packed as it could have been and the blonde Italian followed the baker’s daughter to the different stalls. He didn’t buy from every one, but he pulled some with meanings he hoped to convey. Roses in colours that meant happiness, worthy of them, salvias in blue to let Luka know he was always on Adrien’s mind and hydrangeas to tell Luka thank you for at least trying to give some context, little as it was, along with dahlias to remind him of how kind he was. Cellophane and tissue paper in hand, Adrien tightened his grip on his spoils. His nonno made smiles appear out of thin air with his nonna and her moods. Luka wasn’t in so much of a mood, but Adrien still wanted to make Luka smile.

Here went seeing what stuck from the lessons.

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Sleeping sounded good. Great even, but he had a whole understanding of a Kwami Box to understand first. Said Kwami had tons of energy, but the slightest glimpse of being overstimulated and they thankfully calmed down and went back in the box. They were a help in helping his mother find her missing things. They were like genies. Who didn’t know their own history. The monks behind the Temple did tell their students much, so the little Fu did write down for him left a lot of gaps. Not even the translated Grimoire gave much help in understanding it. with his classes, patrol and trying to be a present person with the people he cared about, Luka felt like he was going to explode. He had Juleka, but she was approaching finals before she graduated collége and headed to lycée. He still needed to take his university exams, if he was even going to do in person university. Another decision he needed to make.

Fu fucking owed him for throwing this responsibility onto a teenager. And the monks, for choosing a kid who didn’t want to do said job which caused all of this in the first place. Also, where the fuck where they? Fu swore they were close but he had yet to have some old person come and demand the Miraculous back. He’d like to have the chance to convince them to help, like Jessica managed to do. He wished he could talk to her more, but he knew her parents were still trying to find them and they wanted answers about the American Miraculous that Jess couldn’t give. He was in a better position than her, having a whole team instead of just his sister, but it wasn’t going to do much now. He couldn’t tell his team what was going on, not until they had more information. Not even his own boyfriend.

Which was another thing. he missed Adrien. Any time they hung out turned into a mess of him being exhausted and distant. Adrien was the best thing ever, not looking upset, just asking if everything was ok. How was it he had the pair the more powerful Miraculous and he wasn’t allowed to tell him anything?

God, he needed a fucking nap.

He shoved the box into the chest they’d chosen for the hiding spot, the Kwami taking a hint and ducking into the mini figure collection Rose had been growing on Juleka’s side of the room. He flopped onto his bed, trying to get his body to relax.

“Luka?” Tikki questioned, letting out a sad hum when he turned to face the wall and away from her.

“Just five minutes please Tikki. I just want five minutes.”

He heard footsteps, but assumed it was his mother. Juleka was spending the night with Rose. The tiny blonde had taken a look at her exhausted looking girlfriend and dragged her home, according to Juleka’s text. But…his mom wasn’t in town. She was charting a yacht across the water for the week. So, who…?

A knock on the post leading to his room made him open his eyes and look towards the doorway.

“Adrien?”

“Hi. I thought Juleka was here but I didn’t see her and I didn’t see your mom either. I didn’t want come in without permission. I know how much your mom loves that.”

He stared at Adrien, dressed rather like a punk for a change, like he wasn’t real. Luka got up and started to walk over to him, ready to grab him into a hug when he was stopped by a face full of flowers. Adrien looked embarrassed.

“I had them behind my back and you were gonna hug me. I wanted to surprise you with them first.”

Luka felt a small smile grow. “You got me flowers?” he asked, taking them from Adrien.

“I made you flowers. A bouquet of flowers I mean.” Adrien stuttered a little, the smile on Luka’s face getting bigger. “My nonno would give my nonna flowers whenever she was upset or just because and I know you’ve have to keep secrets and I can see it’s been upsetting you so I wanted to give you something that reminded you I was here, for whatever you need. Even if it’s just a hug.” Adrien spread his arms out, letting out a small noise when Luka wrapped his arms around him. “Do you like them?”

“I love them. thank you. I like the hug too.”

Adrien laughed, adjusting his grip so he could hug him tighter.

“Of course, you know how to make bouquets. Is there anything you don’t know how to do?” Luka asked, rocking the two of them back and forth. Finally, just for a little bit, he felt calm.

“A number of things, I just learn to fake a lot of it.”

“So, you know the meanings? Is that post on making a ‘fuck you’ bouquet true then?”

Adrien giggled. “Yes, it is. I can tell you what these flowers mean.”

“In a bit.” Luka said, looking at the blossoms he held. He wanted to tell Adrien everything, but for now, these were proof that while things were stressful and insane, he had a person he could go to, even if it was for a hug and a smile. the minute he got permission, Adrien would know. but for right now, he could take a hug. And the flowers, definitely, the flowers.

[the-sisters-bread]

Fairytales

For day 12 of Adrien AUGreste - fairytales

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Fairytales have always made Adrien feel safe, no matter how dark they get.

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Ao3 link

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Warnings: child neglect, references to panic attacks

There are certain things that children require as they grown up, beyond basic human needs such as water and food and shelter. There are certain things that children need in order to be healthy, in order to enjoy the best quality of life possible. 

There are certain things that Adrien was not given. Any semblance of freedom, mostly. Emotional validity. Actual interest. There are other things that Adrien was given too much of. Clothes. Money. Space. 

It seems contradictory to have too much space and not any freedom but his parents diligently managed. There were eyes on his every step and yet there was no warmth in them, no care. Adrien has spent much of his life being cold.

He used to hunch under the sheets and shiver, despite his room being the optimal temperature. It was almost every night before he found a cure. From then on, he would curl up under the covers, weak torch on, and thumb through the pages of his fairytales. 

His mother had smiled indulgently when she saw his recent order, seeing no problem in allowing her son to have a book or two. It wouldn't teach him enough about outside for him to want to go there, after all.

It hadn't taught Adrien about outside. His first book of fairytales had taught him about humans instead. When he ordered his second, his mother had barely blinked. By the fourth, she'd stopped paying attention. And so it was, that his materials grew darker and darker, shifting from fairies and unicorns to selkies and sirens. Adrien himself grew less outwardly emotional, immersed further and further into his fairytales.

His mother went missing.

Adrien fell deeper into another world, sunk into the gaps between the letters of the fairytales he never stopped reading and let his mind whisper of tragedies and bargains and sacrifices and kidnappings and spells that backfired. He watched his father with narrowed eyes, waiting for the grief to manifest itself. His father no longer ate dinner with him. Nathalie offered to but he turned her down, taking the opportunity to read at the table too.

Somehow, just as his mother faded from visible to obscured, his fairy tale books went from obscured to visible. If his father noticed, he did not care. His father never cared what Adrien was up to as long as he didn't stray from the path he had set out.

Then Adrien did stray.

He'd become desperate to gain his freedom from his tower, his six months in the Aboveworld, his own grand adventure. In exchange for his failed attempt, his father took his books. He didn't truly look at Adrien as he did so, despite the antics of his son catching his attention. He took Adrien's books and didn't even have the decency to look at him.

Plagg had entered Adrien's life before he could truly begin to despair and Adrian had considered it a fair bargain. His books for the chance of a real-life fairytale.

One of delicate flutters and bloody smiles and vibrant gashes and harsh giggles. One of predators and prey and glowing, green, poisonous eyes and lazy smirks and jagged wounds.

Ladybug and Chat Noir won most battles but Adrien was never sure whether or not they'd win the war. Fairytales become easier to predict the more of them you read but how could he be sure which one this was? There are consequences to thinking yourself on the wrong fairytale. Too much haste can lead to the mongoose losing its life for saving another’s. Too little can lead to avoidable carnage.

Adrien doesn't know which fairytale he's in. He doesn't know much really, other than academics and awkward moments with friends. He especially doesn't know what to do with a kwami. Feeding Plagg is natural, as is putting up with his laziness and general inconvenience. 

What isn't natural is the way he bites his lip and glances over at Plagg after a particular bad alums that leaves the kwami exhausted. What isn't natural is the skittish way he approached the god, hands tightly clutching the sole book to survive his father's purge. (Adrien suspects his father has forgotten about the whole thing. He could be punish him still, of course, but that's less likely.)

What isn't natural is the way he cracks open the book and starts to read, his voice uneven and stuttering. What isn't natural is the way that Plagg eyes him speculatively the next morning. ("Fairytales, huh? I can work with this.")

What isn't natural at first but swiftly becomes so if Plagg's voice in his ear as he struggles to breathe, to fight back against the choking weight of anxiety. The kwami reads him fairytales as Adrien struggles to focus on his voice and when those run out, he starts to make up his own.

Plagg is a horrible storyteller, all disorganised and full of both rapid passages and long pauses but it's good. It's good to have these spaces to lift Adrien up, to anchor him back to firm ground. Fairytales have always been something for Adrien, something he keeps to himself. They are safe in a way that people are not. Plagg is certainly not safe.

And yet, when the kwami tells him fairytales, Adrien can pretend, might even believe that he can one day be both loved and free.

[flightfoot]

hello! i dunno if you were accepting fanfic recs asks but - might you have any fanfic recs about chat noir angst with the rest of the superhero team?

Yeah sure! I'm not entirely sure what you mean about having the rest of the superhero team, but I'm assuming it involves them having at least some sort of role in the story? Anyway I'll do the best I can.

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Dr. Walker & Kitty Hyde series by @pearl484-blog

Summary of the first fic, Rain Falls, Everybody Lies:

Chat Noir loves the rain. He loves the danger. He loves the excitement, and he especially loves how much Catwalker hates it. 

Jekyll and Hyde AU

Adrien AUGreste Entry 3: Rain

So like the summary says, and the title indicates, this series is inspired by the popular conception of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - not how the book actually goes, but how it’s portrayed in popular media, with Jekyll splitting himself in two, with a “good” side and a “bad” side. 

During Kuro Neko, instead of just changing his appearance through changing his mindset, Adrien took more extreme measures, sealing off his “undesirable” characteristics, his anger and sadness and all his sharp edges, into the ring so he could assume a more placid, genial persona that’d be more accepted - Cat Walker. 

But Chat Noir’s still there, taking over whenever Adrien gets too testy, and desperately trying not to be pressed out of existence entirely. With embodying Adrien’s sealed anger and snappishness and rebelliousness, he’s not too kind to the other heroes - he already felt looked down upon and ignored before this, and seeing them accept Cat Walker while he’s fighting for his life doesn’t endear them to him either.

The series isn’t unfair to them - this isn’t a case where one party is entirely in the wrong and another’s entirely in the right. Marinette, Zoe, Nino, and all the others - they did wonder about what was going on with Chat, but he wasn’t in a position where he could see it, and he did have legitimate questions about how much Ladybug would budge on things, if he’d told her what he was going through. It’s a series that emphasizes characters hurting and lashing out in some terrible ways, but that hurt still being respected, and working things out, trying to get everything to a better place.

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drowning (in plain sight) by @buggachat

Everybody had expected Monarch's defeat to be a moment of triumph. Nobody had expected Gabriel Agreste, unmasked and mind frayed from continual abuse of the miraculous, crying out to all who would listen and making Paris certain of one thing:

His son, Adrien Agreste, is one of his sentimonsters.

And now he's missing.

Nobody can find him— not even the superheroes, and not even his closest friends. But Marinette, Nino, and Alya aren't ones to give up so easily. They'll find him, no matter what it takes.

(But, geez, would it kill Chat Noir to lend a hand?)

I’m sure everyone saw this one coming. If there’s one thing buggachat’s good at, storywise, it’s capturing raw, tumultuous emotions, frantic breakdowns as the characters desperately try to navigate bad situations. This was a real treat to read, as I’m betting most people reading this will agree, given just how popular the fic has been. It also has a ton of fanart, both by buggachat and by random fans, if you go looking for it (there’s a drowning in plain sight tag which I’d advise perusing). 

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one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus

All of Paris watched as Hawkmoth murdered Chat Noir, taking the Black Cat Miraculous for himself. Ladybug swears revenge, but her enemy—and every miraculous in his possession—disappear without a trace.

Six years later, a new team of villains launches an attack for the last remaining Miraculous: Volpina, armed with new powers; Queen Bee, with questionable loyalty; Argos, the new holder of the Peacock Miraculous; and Cat Walker, who Ladybug hates the most.

Takes place after S4 - Strike Back.

This is a simply phenomenal fic. You get to explore a lot of different perspectives, like Felix, Kagami, Marinette, and Adrien’s, just to name a few, and see their different thought processes and plans and priorities, and how it can cause their plans to collide with each other, even when they all ultimately are aiming for a good outcome for everyone. The characters are pretty complex and can mess up at times, even when they’re doing things (or not doing things, looking at you Luka) with the best of intentions. It was a joy to read and a real nail-biter the whole time, I actually wrote a fic for it halfway through just to resolve some of the tension for myself, One Does Not Love Shadows.

It also features the version of Luka I’ve connected best with to date, as he feels like Luka, but also is a lot more fleshed out, and can make some major errors while simply trying to avoid missteps. It’s helped me get a better handle on a character who I’ve generally had a lot of problems with really understanding.

It is an M-rated fic, though I think Wackus is being overly cautious on that front. There’s no sexual content and I wouldn’t put the violence or gore above a T-rating, so I wouldn’t let the rating scare you off.

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Chat Walker’s Trial by @pearl484-blog

Instead of Catwalker showing up to serve as her new Chat Noir, Ladybug is stunned to find that Chat Noir has returned to her, having “improved” himself by repressing his emotions, memories, and willfulness. Deciding that this will not stand, she organizes her teammates to convince Chat Noir that giving those traits up and becoming the perfect partner was not the right move, but how can she argue against perfection?

Adrien Augreste 2022 entry for the day 23-24 prompt: Swap

This is a really intriguing fic. Instead of becoming Cat Walker in Kuro Neko, Adrien instead runs across a mage who helpfully provides some spells to make him into the “perfect” partner for Ladybug, magically suppressing his emotions and urge to rebel, as well as his memories of being Chat Noir, in order to make sure he doesn’t love her anymore. Ladybug, naturally, is distraught about this, but since Chat did all of this of his own free will, she needs to actually persuade him it was a bad move, which isn’t as easy as it sounds. It’s exquisitely painful at times with the amount of self-hatred Chat has for his previous self, and how the Miracuteam is divided on how bad these changes actually are, since he does seem more focused now - though the holdouts are a lot less on board when they think of someone who’s closer to them going through this process.

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I hope that these scratch your itch!

[adrienaugust]

Are you doing Adrien Augreste this year?

We just posted it. ^-^ Thank you for asking and taking interest in seeing it this year! <3

[wehadabondingmoment]

Adding the events I know:

@chlodrien-zine, Ladrien June, Ladynoir July, Marinette March, Adrien AUgreste, Felinette November, Ninovember, lovebugs-and-snakecharmes posts Luka(nette) events sometimes, Ninette week

Events that happened at least once but I _think_ are on hiatus permanently (in case you wanna add those too lmk, I know more): Chatember, Chatober, Marigami July, Felix Month

Calendar Has Been Updated

You can find a link to our calendar of events here.

It is up-to-date with all of the events we know of! If you have an event you know about that you'd like us to add, please send us a message and we would be happy to add it!

Thank you!

[pearl484-blog]

Camembert Bribe

An Alternate Rocketear where Adrien speaks first

Link to Ao3

Adrien bounded up the steps to the school, eager to tell Nino the good news. Whatever Alya was up to, she loved Nino and only Nino. Even better, she'd admitted that she'd never be into Chat Noir.

When he got into school, he let Nino whisk him off into the basement almost immediately. Adrien was surprised Nino could keep on a grip on him though since Adrien was practically vibrating with excitement.

Then, before Nino could talk about whatever he needed to in the basement, Adrien blurted out the good news.

"I asked Chat Noir to check on Alya and she if she liked him last night, and Alya said 'no'. A hard no actually. I believe her exact words were 'I could never be in love with someone I didn't know'. Plus, Nino, she said that she was still totally into you. Made a huge heart thingy and everything."

Nino paled. "Last night?"

Adrien nodded, wondering what was wrong with his friend. "Yeah. I tracked Chat Noir down and paid him like a ton of camembert to do it." Then, at the look Nino was giving him, he explained, "Chat Noir is a HUGE cheese connisiour. Buuuut, his tastes are expensive. He eats almost exclusively camembert, so whenever I need him to do something, I give him some. But don't tell anyone. It’s a secret."

Nino nodded solemnly, thinking. "So, you paid Chat Noir to ask if Alya was into him."

Adrien grinned, excited that his friend understood. "Yep, and you know, break her heart if she did."

Nino stared at Adrien for a minute before he asked slowly, "And you ask Chat for these favors all the time?"

"Sure," Adrien said, shrugging to sell his story more, in for a penny and all. "Remember Christmas?"

Nino snorted. "Yeah, dude. You totally went AWOL. Your old man flipped out. Wait... are you saying Chat Noir helped with that?"

Adrien nodded, and Nino whacked him on the shoulder.

"Dude," Nino scolded, "text first next time, will ya? You had us all worried crazy! I wouldve totally covered for you."

Adrien gave Nino a sheepish smile. "Yeah," he agreed softly. "Next time."

Nino beamed back, his troubles forgotten for the moment. "Yeah, dude. Anything for you."

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Merry Christmas @baconbirdie! I did mean to post this eariler, but I don't have internet at home, so I had to wait until I was at my sister's place and a friend to beta this. So hopefully this is a good present for you, or if you don't celebrate Christmas, it's a good surprise to start the last day of the year. I noticed you liked Yu-Gi-Oh and it just so happens I have an au I'm fond of for ML. It's more Duel Monsters than GX. The second iteration was one I skipped but I hope you still like it. @mlsecretsanta

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61846684

[the-sisters-bread]

Miraculous Month Calendar

The months we have are already great but we deserve a full calendar, so here:

Julerose January

Fandom February

Marcaniel March

Adrinette April

Marichat May

Ladrien June

Ladynoir July

Adrien AUGreste

Sentimonster September

MisterNoire October

Gabenath November

DJWifi December

[giuliafc]

bwahaha XD

a silly little comic for the Holiday Bingo, Su-Han's gift!

[ifsnowbazwerereal]

AHHH!!! this one seems to have really reached out to a lot of mob fans and im cryyyyyinnnnnggggggg

I swear the comments make me want to scream of happiness.

Go give it a read!!!