#adrienaugreste

[adrienaugust]

Welcome to Adrien AUG-reste, or Adrien August, 2024!

The prompts for this year are a mixture of the past years calendars since we weren't sure people would participate. ^-^ We hope you do! We love and miss seeing and sharing everyone's amazing creations! ^-^

With that said, same rules apply. The only rule is showing how amazing sunshine boy is. You can do NSFW or SFW. IF you choose to do NSFW just be sure to put it Beneath the Cut (Keep Reading) and tag #passionfruit. So we know, and others know, what to expect. ;) XD

You can do ANY version of Adrien and ANY AU and ANY relationship. The options are limitless. We just ask that you tag the relationship in the post. ^-^

MAKE SURE TO TAG #adrienaugust, #adrienaugreste IN YOUR POSTS SO WE CAN SEE IT AND MAKE SURE WE SHARE IT! We've missed some in the past because it hasn't been done, and it makes us sad. XD

If you have any questions, feel free to DM this blog, or @minetteenfers (Quantum Chickpea), or @chimpukampu. ^-^ We'll try to answer you all. Life is crazy though, so be patient with us, please. Thank you, and we hope you all have fun!! <3

Prompts are:

Memories

In the Rain

Flowers

Piano

Ice Cream

Pastries

London

Masks

Plagg

Camembert

Partner

Fairytale

Protection

Friends

Truth

Bad Day

Who Am I?

Expectations

Risk Taker

Rings

Freedom

New Beginnings

Mother

Family

Best Friend

Healing

Stay Peachy!

Luck Charm!

Feather

Passion

My Prince

[theredeyeswolf]

For @adrienaugust

Day 1: Feather

[jonathankai]

Mom won't give a bad advice.

Agreste mansion finally becoming THE partyhouse it's always meant to be for @adrienaugust - Days 29-31 - New Beginnings

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N: I will miss your father too Adrien, but you must remember that his greatest wish was for you to be happy, and you know what we should do?

A: What?

N: Make a pool in the backyard and invite all of your friends over to a pool party.

A: Okay.

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Ice cream break - Adrien AUGreste Day 5

This ended up shorter than I realised but oh well. This chapter is set during the Passion chapter in Wish come true, when they're in the middle of their cosplay photo shoot. @adrienaugust Ice Cream

Adrien couldn’t help but giggle as Luka spoke to a little girl, convinced that his cosplay of male Hanno in idol form meant he was a prince. The guitar player created a story of being a secret prince from the ocean but he couldn’t say more ‘because I’d turn into seafoam and it would make my partner very sad’. Adrien waved to the little girl who stared at him in fascination, or it could have been his blue hair.

Honestly, not double checking before he bought the hair spray was his own fault, but he couldn’t complain.

“Bye.” Luka said, standing up and pushing the fabric of his jeans down. “I swear we didn’t get this much attention when we did Naruto.”

“You clearly didn’t notice the group of preteens staring at us from across the park. I have one more idea for couple photos before we can go change.” Adrien said, picking up the tripod with the camera on the top. “You just need to be careful to not spill anything.”

Luka picked up his own bag, tucking the E-Mic inside and followed Adrien to a nearby ice cream cart.

“No Andre but I’m sure it’ll be good.” Adrien pulls out his phone and leans over to share his screen. “You’re not there yet, but in season 2, there’s a scene of all the girls going on a date with their boyfriends and Hannon and her boyfriend go get ice cream. They kiss and you first see their ice creams pressed together. I thought we could do something like that. It can be our last photo before we had back to the house.”

Luka looks relieved at that statement. “I’m starting to overheat slightly in the tailcoat.”

“Take it off, just careful with the bow. That took way too long to get into position.” They had joined the line and Adrien set the tripod down to push up his own sleeves before taking Luka’s bag so he could slip the jacket off. “Are you having fun regardless?”

Luka smiled down at his boyfriend. “I am. I kinda like it just being us.”

“So does this mean I can do another one with you?”

“Just tell me if I need to dye my hair. I’ve been debating changing the colour as a break from blue. Not red though, don’t want to look like a strawberry.” Luka said.

The ice cream was only 3 euro for both cones and it was good, except for a slight flaw. It wasn’t that hot, despite their complaints about getting hot, but the ice cream was melting quicker than expected. Thankfully they were able to get the final pictures in costume and seated themselves on a bench to finish eating their ice cream. Adrien had produced a towel for Luka to not stain his pants and had to help the rocker push his sleeves up to help from catching the dripping dessert.

“You know,” Adrien said, relishing at the taste of passion fruit in his mouth. The ice cream was actually really good, even with it melting so quickly. “I don’t think we’ve gotten a lovers ice cream from Andre.”

Luka looked at him surprised. “Really? We’ve been together for a few months now. We really haven’t?”

Adrien shook his head, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick selfie of the two. He did still have to update his food Instagram. “We’ve gotten separate cups that we’ve shared but never a lovers ice cream. I didn’t think it was possible to somehow become a couple and not get one.”

“Huh,” Luka said. “I wonder what our combination would be. Passion fruit and mint?”

Adrien scrunched up his nose in disgust. “that sounds like the worst toothpaste. I really can’t understand why you like that flavour.”

Luka laughed at Adrien’s disgust. “Ok, fine. then what flavour do you think represents you?”

Adrien thought, biting into the cone and flinching slightly as the cold bit through his teeth. “Maybe peppermint, if only to go with my eyes. Passion fruit would be too obvious, so maybe peach? You’d be blueberry and…pistachio.”

“Pistachio? But I don’t like nuts.”

“its an unexpected flavour that a lot of people like. You prefer music to words and you captivate everyone you meet. Certainly, did it with me.” Adrien teased.

Luka gave him a look before pressing a kiss to his lips, giggling when Adrien gagged at the taste of the mint chocolate chip still on his mouth. “Ok, so a lovers ice cream for us would be, peach, blueberry and…lavender? It’s a calm flavour and I think it something that is similar to us.”

Adrien popped the last of his cone in his mouth, trying to imagine the mix of flavours. All subtle flavours, didn’t overpower each other, kinda like them. “We’ll have to ask Andre what he thinks when we see him next.”

“I can’t wait.” Luka said, eating his last bite and leaning to kiss Adrien again. The blonde pulled back, knowing what would greet him but when Luka pouted, Adrien sucked it up and kissed his boyfriend.

“Ugg.”

“Thank you for your sacrifice.” Luka teased. “Come on. let’s get back and change. We can explore a little before we have to head back for our train. We can even see if they have gelato.”

“Oh no,” Adrien said, picking the tripod back up, the camera safely stowed away in the bag he brought for it, “If we’re eating gelato, it’s going to be in Italy and none of those overly fluffed places that have them on display. We’re getting them from the places that have them in the containers with lids.”

Luka listened to Adrien explain the proper way to find gelato in Italy and grabbed his hand. While gelato was sounding good, he really couldn’t wait to try their lovers ice cream. He had a feeling they were pretty spot on.

[minetteenfers]

Day 1 of @adrienaugust: Memories

“Adrien might be there.” Alya Cesaire, Marinette’s best friend, tried to ring her in with a common phrase that would have worked in the past. However, now the only feeling his name brought about was pain.

“Are you sure he’s going to be there? He used to be at every fashion show put on in Milan and Paris, Als, but now I’m not so sure.” Marinette threw her hands up into the air with frustration. “His father was one of Paris’ top fashion designers, but you know.”

“Well, I figured I would warn you if you didn’t want to see him, that’s all.” Alya sighed and picked up her coffee to take a sip of it. “I just don’t want to see my girl hurt anymore. It was so long ago, but you’re still hurting like it was yesterday, and so is he.”

“I’m trying. He left me.” Marinette tried to bite back the tears burning her eyes.

“I know, girl, damn.” Alya raised her hands to admit defeat. “Nino has given him shit for years for leaving you.”

“That’s not right either, Alya. He was allowed to walk out the door if he wanted to.” Marinette sighed, being honest with herself. She didn’t blame him for walking out the door, but she did miss him. It wasn’t like she could blame him when he had learned so much about his family and himself. ��He had wanted a break to find out who he truly was, Alya. I can’t blame him for that.”

“He should have stayed. You would have been one of the best things in his life, you know?” Alya gestured towards her with her cup of coffee. “Just saying.”

“He didn’t need me. He needed a moment to fully comprehend who he was and what he was.” Marinette swallowed hard and peered into her own cup of coffee. “Sometimes that’s what someone needs. They need a moment alone to breathe and contemplate their lives. He’s been through a lot, Als.”

“I know. We know. I just wish he had kept you in it.” Alya sighed and finished her coffee before her phone went off. She pulled it out and looked over a text from her IT guy at the online magazine she ran. “I have to go. Max needs to ask me about some stupid issue that is causing us to have a problem paying out our employees on the Lady Blog. Text me.”

“Okay. Hope it goes well.” Marinette gave her the best smile she could, watching her best friend leave her alone at the table.

They had dated for a long time during, and for some time after, lycée. But, when he had found out about his parents and what they had done, he no longer knew who he was. No matter what she had told him, he had never felt adequate or like a real person. A part of her wondered if it stemmed from years of being treated like a mannequin as an ambassador of his father’s fashion brand, but she really didn’t know. He never fully opened up to her about it, but she knew he had nightmares and had begun to not sleep much. And in the end of all of the chaos, he ended it and moved out of their apartment to try and find himself.

Last she heard, he had moved to New York, away from the city, and in a remote cabin in the woods. At least, that was what Nino had told Alya, and Alya had told her. 

Read more on AO3! IT'S RATED E!

[pearl484-blog]

Delightful Destruction

Adrien asks to see Plagg’s true form My entry for Adrien AUGreste 2023: Plagg

Ao3 link, Series

“Hey, Plagg,” Adrien called, looking at a video on his computer. “This ghost thing kinda looks like you.”

Plagg peered over Adrien’s shoulder as he relished the taste of a particularly delicious wheel of camembert. Huh, that was a cat spirit, a decently strong one too, from the looks of it. It wasn’t quite as well formed as him. Its tiny black body was mostly a head with tiny little bat wings, and its eyes were purple instead of his ravishing green, but he could see the resemblance. 

Then, having fed off enough fear from the civilians nearby, it transformed. Its wings grew to massive lengths and grew to four. Its face morphed from a simple fear to a pig nosed muzzle, and its main body became long and sleek like a panther’s.

“Oh,” Adrien said, frowning. “It doesn’t anymore.”

“Puh-lease,” Plagg remarked, lifting his nose up away from that pathetic transformation, “my true form is much cooler than that. 

Immediately, Adrien sat up straight, looking at Plagg in undisguised awe. “You have a true form?” Adrien asked.

“Of course I do,” Plagg said, grinning smugly as he revealed in the attention his chosen was giving him. He nonchalantly swallowed a roll of camembert whole as he smugly asked, “What, did you think those ghosts could be cooler than me? Trust me,” Plagg swept his paw through the air in a dismissive gesture, “compared to me, those ghosts are just the very beginnings of curdled milk. It would take them millenia to even be a fraction as smart or as powerful as I am.”

“Wait,” Adrien cocked his head, looking at Plagg in an adorable level of confusion, “why don’t you ever use it then?”

“Because it’s huge,” Plagg said, rolling his eyes. “And if you think my powers are tricky in this size, it’s nothing compared to my true self. Honestly, I could probably destroy the entire Milky Way on accident like that.” 

“Oh,” Adrien said softly. “I guess that makes sense.” 

Plagg hummed, eyeing Adrien carefully. It didn’t take a genius to see Adrien’s disappointment. His wielder wasn’t subtle about his emotions. How anyone could miss them was beyond Plagg, but showing someone his true form was a big deal. Most people only ever wanted to see it before they demanded that he fuse with Tikki to make reality bend to whatever stupid wish they wanted. Adrien though…

Plagg genuinely believed that Adrien might just want to see it. He was curious like that, always grabbing and reaching for whatever scraps of knowledge Plagg handed out to him, and his wielder was clever too. 

At first, Plagg had given Adrien the tiniest scraps of information to tease him, offering only a small taste of information to see his tiny little human mind get blown, but after a month or so, Adrien would surprise him by casually mentioning things to Plagg that he’d never even said out loud before, had never even needed to. 

For instance, after a few weeks of listening to Adrien drone on and on about his sickeningly sweet crush on Ladybug, Plagg had once again given his excellent cheese advice only for Adrien to counter that Plagg had never been in love. Or after Plagg had introduced the idea that he’d had many wielders before, it had only taken Adrien about 3 weeks to complain about how he couldn’t transform into a cat like Bast had.

From then on, it had become a game of sorts. Plagg would drop some little seed of information every so often, and Adrien would counter it by bringing up some surprisingly insightful tangential guesses about it with the surety of someone who’d known it for years. Sometimes he was wrong, hilariously wrong, like the time he’d thought Loki was a fox, but most of the time, his wielder was right on the money. 

Plagg had let a lot of secrets go this way. He knew he’d dropped far too many hints for his own good, but it was so satisfying to watch his little human grow and figure out things so quickly and easily. In fact, for the first time in a long time, Plagg felt like he trusted his wielder. So maybe, he could try something. 

“Do you want to see it?” Plagg asked cautiously. Immediately, Adrien lit up like a Christmas tree, but he hesitated. 

Biting his lip, Adrien hesitantly asked, “But didn’t you say it was dangerous?”

Plagg gave him an easy grin and waved his paw dismissively. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “We’ll just have to find someplace big enough to hold me without anyone seeing us, and I’ll just need to avoid using my powers. No big deal.” Then he paused before quickly adding, “But, just in case, I can’t stay in that form for too long.” As Adrien nodded, he quickly added, “and it’s just the one time.”

Adrien hummed, before he grinned. “I think I know a place. Plagg! Claws Out!” ~*~ As it turned out, Adrien’s place was one of the cisterns in the sewer. It was hardly conspicuous. Both Ladybug and Chat Noir had hidden near a number of these several times,but Plagg was a little worried he wouldn’t be able to fit. 

Apparently, Adrien had the same idea, because he looked at it nervously as he asked, “Is it big enough?”

As Plagg listened to Adrien’s voice, he cursed his soft heart. As soon as he heard that tone in Adrien’s voice, Plagg knew, as clearly as he knew that pasteurized cheese was a crime against humanity, that if it wasn’t big enough, his wielder would blame himself. He was weirdly self-conscious like that: eager to blame himself at the slightest opportunity. Plagg blamed his stupid father for that, and Ladybug’s stupid obsession with secrets hadn’t been helping. 

“Yeah, it’s big enough,” Plagg said, quickly to assuage Adrien’s doubt. For Adrien, Plagg would find a way for it to be big enough. 

Quickly, he coached Adrien through the spell. “In order to do this,” Plagg told him, “you’re going to have to say, ‘Plagg, reveal yourself’. It’ll be a bit like transforming, but the magic’s not going towards you, it’s going away, so you’re going to have to be forceful, but not too forceful or we’ll bring this place down.”

Adrien nodded before following Plagg’s instructions to a tee. Feeling the bindings on his smaller form loosen, Plagg stretched his form out very carefully, making sure not to touch the ceiling or the water. He’d only be a fraction of his normal size like this, but he figured that Adrien would still be able to see all of his features.

As soon as he was finished, Plagg looked back at Adrien with all three of his eyes to find Adrien with eyes the size of dinner plates and beaming like the cat who caught the canary. 

“You look so cool,” Adrien gushed. “And look at those wings! They look just like Astrocat’s. And that eye! Can I have an eye like that? Can you see out of it? What does it look like? Does it look like it does with only two eyes or can you see in other dimensions?” 

Smiling, Plagg stretched and flexed, a strange feeling coming from his chest as Adrien oohed and awed at every new thing he noticed about Plagg, asking dozens and dozens of questions in barely contained glee. Adrien delighted in everything:  from the realization that his body was covered in eyes, “can you see from all of them?” to Plagg’s disembodied joints “how far can they move?” to the giant hole in his chest, “can I touch it?” 

Plagg had to admit, he let time slip away from them as Adrien admired Plagg. At first from the ground, but after Adrien asked to be picked up, from up close. There was something so simple, so joyful in being marveled at instead of being used as just half of a battery. 

Together, he and Adrien spent a few hours down there until Adrien had started getting tired and -very reluctantly- suggested they go back. The next morning though, they paid for it. Adrien had come down with a cold, one of the nastiest that Nathalie had ever seen apparently, and Plagg had felt terrible. 

As soon as Plagg apologized though, in his own way, Adrien shook his head. 

“It was worth it,” Adrien insisted through a faceful of snot and mucus, and Plagg nuzzled him happily. He knew he must’ve been the luckiest kwami in the world.  

[yueasuka]

Day 2 of Adrien AUGreste : Truth for @adrienaugust

He didn't remember when he reached his room, he didn't even remember detransformed or when exactly he parted way with Ladybug. He just did, and now he's in his room, on his bed to be precise. For how long, he doesn't know.

"What now?" The voice that was so similar to Plagg's voice asked (or maybe his voice) but he couldn't answer it, he just didn't have enough energy to do so and even if he had, what should he answer anyway?

"Adrien, drink this."  

He lifted his head up from the pillow that he used to stuff his face with and saw Plagg with a glass of water in his hands. He looked worried, perhaps the most worried looks he ever saw from the years of time he had spent with the kwami and he shouldn't have worried him more than that. With whatever strength he had left, he pushed his body up from the bed and leaned his back against the wall before he accepted the glass. For a moment there he could see his own reflexion in it, a face that looked more tired than he had in his previous timeline despite looking much younger, green eyes that looked so dull that he wondered if there was any life in it anymore. If there's any means for his life-

"Adrien, please."  

Right, he should be focused on Plagg rather than whatever dark whisper he heard. After all, Plagg was the only one who truly cared for him. Apart from his mother, not even Ladybug ever came close. No, never her . He amended and drank the water after muttering a thank you to him.  Perhaps there was a time when he thought Ladybug did care, but upon knowing the truth thanks to another time travelling akuma, he doubted it was the case.  

If she cared, she would tell him about the reason why Rena Rouge (Furtive?) kept following them on patrol. If she cared, she would tell him the reason why she called him into the tower that night. But no, she didn't. She kept on silent even after he confronted her with the truth that he knew, because the akuma sent him back to those timeline, as if he knew what time to send him back. It's hurt, to be betrayed like this by someone who he once thought to be a partner despite them being chosen by a different person. (Perhaps, Adrien once thought, that was the reason why she always doubted him, never trusted him, because he came out of nowhere) but none of the pain from Ladybug's betrayal come as close as the betrayal from his own family.  

'How come they just replaced me with a sentimonster of all things?' After what he had done to cure his mother nonetheless.  

'Maybe a puppet is what they truly want.' He knew his father would, at least, after all those scolding and lecturing about how he must meet his father's standard for everything he did.  

Don't let Adrien remember me as a bad father. The last word from his father sparked something inside him. It was only a chuckle at first before it became a hysteric laugh.  

"Hey kid, you okay?"  

"Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm insane after all." He answered in the middle of his laugh. He let out a loud sigh and patted his cheeks several times before he answered more for confused Plagg. 

"I always know he's never a good father. Perhaps there was a time when I thought he was just cold because he was busy and I kept disturbing him because, you know, I was a kid. But now I think again, I can't remember when exactly he ever became a good father and, as you already know, this is my third regression."

"And?"

"The fact that I couldn't even remember when he was a good father, even with the combined life I had before this, just made his last wish become ironic." He scoffed. "Don't let Adrien remember me as a bad father, he said. As if he was ever a decent father before that."

"You know kid? You, trying to find good memories of your father doesn't mean you're insane. I've seen people trying to find the most mundane thing that they believe to exist. You're only insane if you said your father is a hero and went to worship him." Plagg floated, cheese in his hands before it went into the void that was his stomach, which made him smile at the sight and rub his cheek on Plagg's head lightly. "So what are you going to do after this?"  

"I don't know, sleep?"

"Are you sure you're not going to do with this?" He pointed to his phone next to his pillow. At first he was confused at what Plagg was referring to until he saw a headline from a notification on his phone.

Breaking news : Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Monarch. Gabriel Agreste died in the crossfire when he tried to protect the young heroes from Monarch's attack.  

He couldn't help but blink twice when he saw the notification, not believing what he had just read. He quickly took his phone and swiped right into the article and read it. Apparently, in his moment of daze (he was out of it for days???) Ladybug had already made an announcement about the result of their fight except… It's not the whole truth. She twisted the truth by saying Gabriel had sacrificed himself when Monarch tried to take their miraculous and, thanks to that heroic sacrifice of him, a statue will be built from the Alliance ring that was hacked by Monarch to honor  it.

"What? What the heck is this?" He asked in disbelief and Plagg could only shrug. "It's insane! How could she twist the truth like that?" He muttered before he swiped into another article, and another and another one, only for the result to be the same. It was the same twisted truth that Ladybug told the world about Gabriel's heroic sacrifice for the peace of the world and it made him feel sick.  

He wondered if somehow his father had already got his hands on his and Ladybug's miraculous and this was the world that he created. Except no, his father never got his hands on his miraculous. He got Ladybug's earrings, which exposed her identity to both him and his father, but in the end he never get his ring and he could get the earrings back. So, no wish. Then what is this insanity that makes her do this?  

"Forget sleeping," he said as he tossed his pillow and plushies aside before he climbed down from the bed and got dressed.

 "Let's find out the truth from her."e

[unicornunleashed]

Me from 2024: I lied. I absolutely didn't know Dadadrien meant Dad-Adrien back then 🤥🤥🤣 (English is my SeConD LanGuaaaaGe)

Everyone is drawing Dad-adrien but I wanted to draw Dad+Adrien

Adrien Augreste Day 27 - Dadadrien

[chimpukampu]

@adrienaugust #1 - Who I Am

[koheiri-neko]

Adrien August 2022 😺 Day 25-26

Cat Walker & Ladybug 😏😏

[adrienaugust]

Welcome to Adrien August 2023!

We have 13 prompts this year! 1-2: Feather

3-4: Truth

5-6: Rain

7-8: Plagg

9-10: Friends

11-13: Protection

14-15: Passion

16-17: Piano

18-19: Masks

20-22: London

23-25: Rings

26-28: Freedom

29-31: New Beginnings

You are free to do whatever you want with them, be it fanart, fanfics, cosplays, skits, music videos... whatever makes you happy, as long as you show your love and appreciation for Adrien Agreste! It doesn't have to just be Adrien either, it can be any of his transformations or any wonderful AU out there or created by you!

NSFW IS ALLOWED! We only ask that you tag it as #passionfruit and place it 'below the cut'.

Tag @adrienaugust on the post and use the tags #adrienaugust #adrienaugreste for us to see them and reblog them!

Other than that! Have fun! We're excited to see what you all create!

[theredeyeswolf]

Fics and comics Masterpost

FANFICS

Gabenath Series

As the sun rises again - Status: In progress

The catalyst - Status: Complete

Crash and Burn - Status: Complete

The villian she wanted to be  - Status: Complete

Gabenath and Miraculous Ladybug Oneshots and Drabbles:

Passion of the hunter - Gabenath

Revealed truth - Gabenath

Those sweet moments (will last forever)  - Gabenath

A disastrous dinner - Gabenath

In my shoes - Gabenath

Bunnix and the spirits of Christmas - Gabenath

Unknown future - Gabenath

Gabriel’s Wish - Minor Gabenath

The shelter - Adrinette

Journey to Healing -Adrinette

After the conflict - Adrinette

The stars love you - Adrinette

GABENATH COMICS

Comic series

Coming soon

Mini comics/Oneshot

Mother's day comic

Spanish Dussu

ShadowMoth new look

[jonathankai]

In which Adrien gets to boss around and Gabe and Nathalie get to SHUT UP AND ABIDE, I GUESS!!!

(That day half of Agrestes’ wealth went into buying action figures. Worthy purchase.)

For @adrienaugust​ - Days 23-24 - Swap

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Adrien: From now on, you MUST complete 336 hours of community service each week.

Adrien: But also you MUST produce new collections of clothes.

Adrien: But also all of your new collections MUST be cheese-themed.

Adrien: Also you MUST wear cheese costume at all time.

Adrien: Also you won't leave the house, so now you are banned FROM the house.

Gabriel: Can I at least get my tablet to work with?

Adrien: No. You're only allowed to draw with needle on glass.

Adrien: Nathalie. You must participate in community service.

Adrien: You also get to wear cheese costume too.

Nathalie: Fair.

Adrien: Gorilla. You get a raise.

Adrien: Also we're going shopping. I'm buying you every action figure you want.

Adrien: Every. Single. One of them.

Gorilla: :D

[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.

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Day 2 of @adrienaugust: In the Rain

The day Marinette stepped off the plane, dark and billowy clouds filled the sky. The air was thick and smelled of rain, and the lighting made everything look muted and gorgeous. She had never been to this city in New York, but it was nothing an Uber couldn’t fix.

Waiting to be picked up, she ordered an Uber and gave them the address as soon as they pulled up. Climbing in, she stared out the window and wondered what Adrien was going to say to her. How was he going to react upon seeing her? Would he be happy? Would he be mad? Would he be grateful she had come back into his life? Did he even want her back? This whole thing could have been a massive mistake.

“What brings you to this small town?” The Uber driver peered into her rearview mirror.

“Seeing an old friend.” Marinette smiled and played with her hands in her lap. She was beyond nervous to see him again.

“That’s nice,” the driver smiled and focused back on the road.

Marinette watched as small businesses turned into a tree line. The driver turned onto a dirt road and headed down it. It winded from side to side and by the time she was faced with an old wooden cabin and a mud-splashed, black, car, she wondered what she was going to be met with.

A pair of chairs sat out on an old porch with a screen door, which had seen better days. It reminded her of one she had seen in a movie once, but she tried to push that out of her mind.

“Thank you.” She thanked the driver after grabbing her bag from the back and heard her peel away back down the road, leaving her alone with the cabin.

There was a light on above the old front door, and she took a deep breath before walking towards the front porch. To her left sat a huge tree stump with an axe leaned against it. A massive stack of firewood sat along a side of the cabin, and it was hard for her to imagine him doing all of this. He had fixed a few odds and ends around their apartment, when they had lived together, but not like this. This was a huge endeavor compared to a leaky faucet or a new coat of paint.

With each step up the stairs, they creaked beneath her black, ballet, flats, and she wondered how old this place really was. Reaching up, she knocked on the screen door and waited with her heart in her throat. What if he really didn’t want to see her? What if she was overstepping a boundary by pushing this too fast?

She went to head back down the stairs, feeling like she was being ridiculous. A word that only sounded like Chloe in her head. God, she hadn’t seen Chloe in ages since she moved to New York, but maybe Adrien had.

She turned around on the rickety stairs with a hand on the old railing. Another light came on in the window beside the front door and the curtains rustled before she heard a few locks come undone. The door squealed open as thunder rolled, and she was met with a bearded man as lightening flashed and rain poured down.

Her soft pink lips parted, as she stared into familiar emerald eyes hidden behind long golden hair. She took in his shocked expression. Neither of them said anything, as she looked him over. He looked older now, in his thirties, and wore a green plaid button-down shirt and dark fitted jeans. His undershirt was black and had a deep v-neckline, showing off his collar bones and sculpted pecs. He wore brown work boots, and she had a moment of trying to recognize him behind his exterior, until he opened his mouth.

“Princess?” He swallowed hard, leaning against the doorway with a muscular forearm. “What are you doing here?”

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Well, That Went Suspiciously Well Adrien AUGreste Entry 2: Truth

After all the revelations from the Season 5 finale, Ladybug tells Adrien the truth. Adrien doesn't react as expected. Link to AO3 story. Link to Adrien AUGreste 2023 series.

Cards on the table, I originally made this as a joke, but my stupid writer brain can't resist adding character drama in there. Fire Opal says it detracts from the joke, but I say it adds to the plot so it's staying. After all, a joke MIGHT be funny one time if it lands well, but a sincere story can be enjoyed for awhile.

Like last time, this is an entry for Adrien AUGreste, but unlike last time, I can actually post this on time. Whoo! Considering my schedule, that's will probably going to be rare. As per usual, this was not Beta'd, so if you see errors or if anything is unclear, please let me know. ~*~ Ladybug took a deep breath as she tapped lightly on the window to Adrien’s bedroom. She had to do this. She needed to do this. It was the right thing to do, she told herself, even as her heart practically screamed at how wrong it was. She was going to have to tell Adrien the truth, even if it shattered him completely, and she had to do it tonight.   

Ladybug knew Adrien wouldn’t take it well. He’d just lost his Father, and things were…complicated after Monarch’s defeat, but after her fight with Monarch, the truth had begun eating Marinette alive. So, she’d done the only thing she could think of. She’d told Alya, and that had kicked off a massive argument that had lasted for weeks. 

Alya was insistent that this truth was way too big for Adrien not to know, that he had a right to know, even if it wasn’t a problem anymore since he had his amoks on him at all times. Alya had fought hard to get Ladybug to confess, and she’d pulled out all the stops. 

Alya had called Marinette a liar. She’d demanded to know what would happen if Adrien figured out the truth from someone else. She’d told Ladybug that she had crossed a line. She reminded Ladybug how all it took for evil to win was for good people to do nothing. She pointed out how Monarch had terrorized the city, and Marinette had just given him what he wanted, and as much as Ladybug hated to admit it, Alya had a point. 

But, Adrien was still at a fragile point in his life. He’d just lost his father. He’d just narrowly escaped being shipped off to London, and he’d been pushed to his limits again and again. Ladybug didn’t know that Adrien could even survive this, but Alya didn’t understand that. 

Instead, Alya had given a final ultimatum. Either Ladybug told Adrien the truth tonight or Alya would tomorrow. So, Ladybug had caved. It would be easier coming from her, especially if he had an entire night to process it before he went back to school, and she could stay with him throughout the whole night if she had to.   

It barely took a minute for Adrien to notice her tapping and rush over to let her in. It almost physically hurt to see the happy, innocent look he gave her as he invited her in. 

“Hey, Ladybug,” he said, smiling at her just a little starstruck -Adrien starstruck, with her!- as he helped her get down from the window gracefully. It felt like all the times that he’d helped her out of the car on those dates like a true gentleman, and Ladybug tried to stop her traitorous heart from beating too fast and hide her blush. 

This was serious, and Adrien didn’t know he was dating her. No matter how cute he was, she absolutely, positively could not flirt with her boyfriend now. It was time to get down to business. 

“It’s nice to see you, Ladybug,” Adrien said, with that infuriatingly adorable smile of his. “Do you want to take a seat?” He gestured to his couch like it was an offering to royalty, and Ladybug really had to fight back a blush. Dang it. Why was her boyfriend so friggin cute? 

Focus, Ladybug, she told herself as she took a seat. This is about to really hurt Adrien. You have to be sensitive. Scolding herself internally, she immediately gestured for Adrien to sit beside her. This was going to be a shock, and he’d want to sit. 

Thankfully, Ladybug was able to wait until Adrien was sitting before she started talking, but unfortunately, her mind was running too fast to wait much longer. 

“You're a senti-monster,” she blurted out before wincing at the tactlessness of her approach. Yeah, that was how to be sensitive to her boyfriend. Just throw it out in the open with absolutely no warning whatsoever. No build up, nothing to soften the blow, just go straight for the throat. God, Adrien must hate her.

Yet, instead of being shocked, Adrien kinda frowned, confused as he asked, “Me, a sentimonster? Are you sure?”

Mutely, Ladybug nodded her head, meekly averting her eyes as she waited for the truth to settle in.   

“That’s pretty cool,” Adrien said instead, and Ladybug opened her eyes to see that Adrien looked genuinely excited. “Am I super-strong? Invincible?” He gasped. “Do I have powers?”

“No, no no, you’re perfectly normal,” Ladybug said, before correcting herself, “I mean, you’re amazing, but you’re not, you know, superhuman. You should be completely perfectly human, or like a human, I guess, except you can be controlled by a ring.” 

“Oh, that’s it?” Adrien deflated before he straightened up in surprise. “Wait, did I hurt anyone? Did I do something without realizing it?” In a quiet voice, he whispered, “Did I hurt you?” 

“No, but your dad controlled you,” Ladybug admitted. “I don’t know what all he did, but from what I know about him,” Ladybug fidgeted anxiously, “it wasn’t nothing.”

“Oh,” Adrien nodded, taking a deep breath. “Okay, wow. That-that explains a lot, actually. I-”, Adrien laughed, a little self-consciously, “I thought I was going crazy, really. I thought I was just weak, you know? Everyone said I was a coward, but he had my amok.” 

Adrien sighed, looking… relieved? Ladybug marveled at her boyfriend’s resilience as he muttered, “All this time, I thought I was a coward. I couldn’t understand…but it wasn’t my fault. It was his.” 

Adrien laughed, and Ladybug wondered if this was it, this was the moment her boyfriend lost it before he relaxed completely into the sofa, running his fingers through his hair. He almost seemed satisfied, like Chat Noir did when one of his puns actually made Ladybug laugh.  

“Oh my God,” he said with a crooked half smile on his face that didn’t look happy, but it didn’t look sad either. “I want to say I can’t believe it, but he would, he totally would. All my life, he wanted to control me, and he found a way.” 

“You’re taking this really well,” Ladybug said, a little worried since she’d gotten this far, and Adrien had actually managed to take this a little too well. It shouldn’t have been possible. How was Adrien, the sweetheart of Paris, the one who had been made into a puppet by his own father, taking this better than Ladybug, an actual superhero?

Adrien shrugged, as if he’d heard news this life-altering all the time. "Well, yeah,” he said. “Mind-control akumas are a dime a dozen. It's not the first time I've been mind-controlled. Heck it’s not even the first time someone I cared about mind-controlled me. I've been through this like a bazillion times. It sucks, but,” Adrien shrugged in a ‘what can you do?’ way, “that’s life.” He paused for a second before he asked, “Do you happen to have my amok?”

Ladybug could’ve facepalmed. Of course Adrien would want his amok back. They were the things that could control his very existence. Who wouldn’t? Thankfully, that had already been taken care of. 

“It’s your parents’ wedding rings,” Ladybug said, grasping Adrien’s hands and holding them so they reflected the light. “The ones your father wanted you to have. Your amok’s in those.”

“Huh,” Adrien said, staring softly at the rings. “I guess my dad really did love me, in the end.”

“Of course he did,” Ladybug said. “Trust me, his last thoughts were of you.”

Adrien was quiet for a minute longer before he finally said, “Thanks, for giving these back to me.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Ladybug said, “It was the right thing to do.”

“Are you sure though?” Adrien asked, still staring at the rings. “We don’t know if I still have to obey any of the commands people gave me before I had these, and I know Felix hurt you when he took the Miraculous last time. If you’d kept them, you would have had someone you would’ve known you could trust, who would never disobey you or hurt you. You would’ve felt safe with me.”

Ladybug shifted uncomfortably, not liking how the conversation was going. “It’s your free will, Adrien,” she said. “How could I have kept it and still been a hero? How could anyone have kept and still seen themself as a good person? This is yours, Adrien, and nobody else’s. There is no one else that I trust with this more than you.” 

Adrien still looked doubtful, and so Ladybug grabbed him by the hands, careful not to touch the amoks. “You’re a good person, Adrien,” she told him. “Yeah, Felix hurt me, but there was a reason I gave you the Dog and the Snake Miraculous in the first place. I trust you, Adrien. I know you’d never hurt me.”

Adrien fidgeted again, weighing something in his mind, before he said, “My father never approved of my relationship with Marinette, my girlfriend, and he didn’t exactly keep it a secret. Near the end,” Adrien frowned, “a lot of the weird things that were happening messed with my relationship with her. I couldn’t do the things she wanted me to do, be there when she needed me to be.”

Adrien sighed, staring towards Marinette’s house. “I really hurt her,” he said, his voice cracking under his sorrow, “And I never wanted to do that to her. I just wanted her to be comfortable with me, but if my Father was using my rings to make me do that stuff, what if I still do it? What if I can’t undo those commands? What if I hurt her even more?” He rubbed the amoks. “She’s scared of me, Ladybug. Scared that I’ll break her heart. Do you know how hard it was for her to tell me that she loved me? Maybe if I gave her the amoks…if she knew that it was okay…”

“NO!” Ladybug cried, before she realized how harsh that came out and corrected herself. “No, Adrien, you can’t do that. You shouldn’t do that. Listen, I know what it feels like, worrying that you’re going to hurt somebody, but it’ll be okay. Now that you have your amok, no one can make you do anything anymore. All those orders are in the past now.” 

Or at least, Ladybug hoped so. She hadn’t exactly had the chance to confirm it with Duusu before Felix left with him, but that had to be how it worked. It worked for Senti-bug. It had to work that way for Adrien. It just had to.  

“This is your choice,” she told Adrien. “It’s your future. You can’t let anyone, and I mean anyone else have those rings, no matter how much you trust them.” 

Seeing that Adrien was still hesitant, Ladybug stared him in the eyes. “Promise me you won’t let anyone else have your rings, Adrien. Promise me.”   

Adrien nodded, averting his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “I promise.”

“Good,” Ladybug said, letting out a smile. “I hate to have to beat up your girlfriend just to get it back for you again. Can’t let just anyone wander around with that sort of thing, you know what I mean?” 

Adrien nodded, giving her one of his least sincere smiles. “Yeah, thanks, Ladybug.”

“Anytime,” Ladybug said, her smile only just a little forced. 

They sat together for a minute, staring at Paris’s skyline before Adrien looked at Ladybug. 

“Do you think,” he asked hesitantly, “that there’s another me around?

“Another you?” Ladybug repeated dumbly. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” Adrien shrugged, “did I replace anyone? Did something happen to the real me,” Adrien stopped and corrected himself, “the human me, and that’s why Dad suddenly started being so nice to me before he died? Because his real son-his human son- died?” 

Then Adrien frowned, shaking his head. “No, wait,” he said, “that doesn’t explain..” he trailed off, lost in thought. Ladybug wanted to ask what he meant, or why he thought that he wasn’t the real Adrien, but Adrien had already pulled himself out whatever reverie that he’d gotten stuck in and started pacing agitatedly.    

“Unless,” Adrien said slowly, “the other me left or something and then something happened to him, and Dad got scared.”

Ladybug grabbed him by the arm, holding him firm. “Adrien, you are the real deal, and you’re irreplaceable. I’m pretty sure that you were born a senti-monster.” Ladybug took a breath as she decided to strike the lethal blow. “I think your mom making you with a broken Miraculous is what made her sick.”

Adrien stopped pacing, thinking for a moment, before he simply said, “Huh. That explains so much.”

Ladybug blinked before asking, “It does?”

Adrien nodded. “I always wondered why Father avoided me all the time and why he was always so over-protective.” Adrien hummed thoughtfully. “He must’ve felt really bad because Mom died. I get why he’s upset, but in a way I guess that we were lucky.”

“Lucky?” Ladybug repeated in disbelief, unable to believe that Adrien -her sweet little drop of sunshine- could be so calm about this whole deal. His mom was dead because she’d made him, and now Adrien was saying that he was lucky? Did Adrien not understand what Ladybug was telling him? Was she doing this wrong?

Adrien suddenly realized that he was being a bit too insensitive and his face flushed as he avoided Ladybug’s eyes. “Yeah,” he said, suddenly sounding much less confident. “I mean, I guess. Look, all I’m saying is that if you’re saying having me is what killed her, then I got lucky to have 13 years with her. Not everybody gets that.” 

Adrien must’ve seen the skeptical look on Ladybug’s face because he continued, “I mean, look at Chloe. Her mom left her when she was really little, and she didn’t come back till the akumas drew her back. Plus, there’s Mylene’s mom, or Jagged Stone, or what about the people whose moms never even make it through childbirth. Some of them would’ve killed to have one day with their moms. I had 13 years.” 

For a minute, Ladybug stared at Adrien, looking for a sign that Adrien wasn’t really as calm about this as he seemed, that he was just putting on a strong front for his sake, but in the end, she had to admit defeat. 

“I don’t get it,” Ladybug said, shaking her head in disbelief. “How are you so calm about this?”

Adrien hummed, thinking about it for a moment before he finally said, “I guess it’s because I came to peace with Mom dying a long time ago. This doesn’t really change much. 

Then realizing how awful that sounded, Adrien backpedaled hastily, “I mean, I'm glad I finally know what happened. It's not GREAT news, but she was sick for awhile, and then when she disappeared, I mean, I wanted for her to be alive, but,” Adrien shrugged, “after awhile, I knew she was dead. There was no way that she would’ve been gone for so long and not be dead, you know?” 

Adrien shrugged helplessly, and Ladybug wanted nothing more than to hug him, but she didn’t know if that would be crossing a line. Adrien was Marinette’s boyfriend, not Ladybug’s, and they weren’t exactly friends, or were they? Ladybug didn’t really know, and she didn’t want to push it. 

In her hesitation though, the moment ended, and Adrien forced himself to relax as he sat back on the couch. 

“Besides, it’s not like I chose to be born,” Adrien said blithely. “Mom said she'd always wanted a kid, and she called me her little Miracle all the time. Mom wasn’t the sort of woman who let anyone make her do anything. I think she knew what she was getting into, but she still chose to have me anyway. She never regretted it, and I dunno,” Adrien hummed. “I guess I don’t either. I’ve had a good life, a good career. I’ve made some mistakes, but…I’m happy with who I am, I guess.”

Ladybug didn’t know what to say to that. She’d always known that Adrien was mature, but she’d never thought that this entire thing would go so smoothly. It was just such a relief. Honestly, it was silly that she’d be so worried about it. This was Adrien, probably the calmest person that Marinette knew.  

As if to prove that point, Adrien spoke up to say, “Thank you, Ladybug, for telling me this. I know this must’ve been really hard for you, but it means a lot, coming from you.”

With that, Ladybug’s mind was made. “Adrien,” she said, laying her hand over his, “About your dad,” she took a deep breath. “He was Hawk Moth.”

“WHAT?” 

Ah, there was the reaction Ladybug had been expecting.