#adrienette drabble

[frickingnerd]

what the heart wants (but can't have)

pairing: adrien agreste x gn!reader (+marinette dupain-cheng)

summary: despite your crush on adrien, you help him get ready for his date with marinette. after all, you just want him to be happy…

tags: unrequited crush (reader on adrien), angst, oblivious best friend!adrien, adrinette, secret confession (reader to adrien)

"do i really look okay?"

adrien stared at himself in the mirror. he had swapped his regular black shirt and white jacket for a few more formal looking clothes from his fathers collection that you picked out for him. 

seeing those unfamiliar clothes on him did look odd at first, but after a few more moments looking at him, it really did bring out the best in him. but adrien was a model, he could pull off any clothes, if he wanted to. 

"you look good" you told him with a soft smile on your lips, watching the boy, as he kept staring at himself through the mirror. "but I'm sure marinette will like you, no matter what you wear" 

"probably, but…" adrien hesitated. 

"i won't let you swap clothes again!" you said firmly. "you've tried on so many things that you'll run out of time, if you keep this up" 

"maybe an accessoire or–" 

"adrien–!" 

you stepped forward, putting your hands on his shoulder. 

"you look great! you are quite literally a model. no matter what you put on, marinette will think you look great. she'd probably still think you look great if you show up there wearing only your pajamas" 

a small chuckle escaped adriens lips, making you smile as well. 

"you look perfect, alright? but that's beside the point. you are a great guy, adrien. that's all that counts. i know that. marinette knows that. we all know it. it doesn't matter how you look, marinette loves you for your personality. for your kindness" 

there was no way you could know if that was truly what marinette felt for adrien. but it was how you felt for him. he was the kindest guy you ever met. despite his rich upbringing, he wasn't spoiled or looked down on others. he was friendly to everyone he met, even too friendly at times. he was always eager to help everyone. marinette would be an idiot if she'd turn him down. 

and yet, a part of you hoped she'd reject him. you knew it was cruel to wish for that, knowing how madly in love adrien was with her. but you couldn't help but want to be in marinette's place. you wanted to be the one he went on a date with today, not marinette. and yet, you didn't have the courage to tell him that. and you knew that you shouldn't even think about telling him! 

adrien was so happy to finally go out on a date with marinette. you didn't have the heart to ruin this day for adrien. you had even helped him out, just to make sure this would be the best date he ever went on. even if it wasn't with you…

[xhanisai]

Adrien, you money-blind fool 💞

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - 'Money'

Summary -

 There on her desk was THE LATEST model of the SEWING MACHINE that she had been dreaming (practically salivating) about getting her hands on since the day it was released in stores. All neatly arranged and wrapped with a cute bow on top, surrounded by her gawking classmates whose jaws would drop at any second.

Oh.

And Adrien was standing by the side with the most adorable, kitten-like grin, beaming brighter than the sun could ever dream of. When he registered her arrival, Marinette could have sworn that his beautiful greens lit up and glittered like emeralds as he waved her over joyfully.

Oh dear.

He did it again.

Oh, Adrien.

~(x)~

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 When Marinette arrived at class with at least ten minutes or so to spare (for once), she expected a few playful jabs from her friends at most for being early. Maybe walking into either Alix and Kim's wild, exaggerated stories about their latest daredevil stunt and how they narrowly 'escaped death' or even an Akuma attack because le Papillon doesn't believe in a consistent timetable and thrives on disrupting her day as much as possible (like the miserable old cretin he is).

 Even the possibility of Alya bouncing up to her and shoving an old book in her face that talked about famous figures whom she suspects could have potentially been miraculous holders in the past would have been plausible (though, Marinette thought that her best friend’s last theory of the infamous Jack the Ripper being a villanous miraculous holder was a stretch).

 But no.

 Nope.

 Nuh-uh.

 There on her desk was THE LATEST model of the SEWING MACHINE that she had been dreaming (practically salivating) about getting her hands on since the day it was released in stores. All neatly arranged and wrapped with a cute bow on top, surrounded by her gawking classmates whose jaws would drop at any second.

 Oh.

 And Adrien was standing by the side with the most adorable, kitten-like grin, beaming brighter than the sun could ever dream of. When he registered her arrival, Marinette could have sworn that his beautiful greens lit up and glittered like emeralds as he waved her over joyfully.

 Oh dear.

 He did it again.

 Oh, Adrien.

 "W-Why...?" Marinette managed to rasp, shuffling towards her desk and her face began to redden the closer she got to the love of her life. "It's way too much! You shouldn't spend so much on me like that!" All she got in return was a stupidly cute (illegally adorable) pout from the blond and for a second, she could have sworn she saw feline ears plastering against his hair.

 "But you re-eeeeeeally wanted it," His eyes became impossibly larger to the point where she could see her flustered reflection within them. "An incredible artist like you deserves everything~!" And he got closer to her, cradling her hands gently with his own as if they were made of delicate porcelain. "Please accept it? Marinette? Please?"

 And she was a goner.

 “Erm— ah— ehem! F-Fine…” Just like always, she caved in to his whims and the pure, boyish smile he let out could have cured all the ailments and sicknesses in the universe with how radiant it was. “Only if you accept the gift I’ll make you in return with this sewing machine.” She mumbled, keeping her blues averted whilst her face grew hotter and hotter the more he stared down at her. 

 “I would love that!” He dealt the final blow by bringing her into his embrace and holding her tight, robbing her of every single breath, thought and sense of sanity. Neither of them paid any mind to their classmates’ giggles and light cheers (barring Lila and Chloé of course who looked ready to unleash the furious second wolf within but this ain’t about them). “I’ll bring you your favourite chocolates as a ‘thank you’ gift.” He didn’t expect her to pull back a little just to direct a (fucking downright adorable) glare at him.

 Baby blues narrowed. Kissable lips pooched. Skin still blooming with that sweet, sweet sakura hue.

 “Don’t. You’ve already given me plenty! And my gift is a ‘thank you’ for your gift.” She had her hands on her hips sternly but his hands remained on her shoulders, his smile now turning cheeky (and resembling her silly, beloved partner a little too much for her liking). “Promise me you won’t give me anything else.”

 His smile only grew wider and then…

 He ran.

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 “W-What!? ADRIEN! HEY! DON’T YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME!”

 And she ran after him.

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 “One-thousand, four-hundred and ninety-nine euros…” Max rasped after a beat of silence, eying his phone in horror after searching up the new sewing machine in curiosity. “That lovesick fool spent one-thousand, four-hundred and ninety-nine euros on Marinette this time round.” He didn’t even flinch when Kim choked on his drink and spritzed it out of his nose, sounding like a dying monkey in the background. “We need to stop him now.”

 “Trust me. We’ve tried.” Alya bleated, thinking back to the super, super expensive set of Ladybug-themed merchandise Adrien bought for her as a late birthday gift that she’s religiously kept in their packaging and dusted every single day and the brand new set of headphones he got for Nino (“Babe…I can’t trust myself to actually use these! They’re so expensive that if I get even dust on them, I’ll never forgive myself…”). “But he’s just as stubborn as Marinette and you’ve seen just how hard it is to say no to him when he uses those kitten eyes.”

 Internally, she thanked all the higher deities she could think of from the top of her head that Adrien wasn’t a supervillain like le Papillon or else the entire world would be absolutely fucked and everyone would allow him to do whatever he wanted with the bat of his unfairly long lashes. ‘Ugh. Rich people.’

 “Oh, no~! I really, really want these limited-edition weight sets and swimming sets from JD Sports but I don’t have the money right now~! Whatever shall I do— aHCK!” Kim was shut up with the whack of his empty water bottle against the back of his head, courtesy of Juleka who was fed up with his yapping (and was probably getting revenge from when he accidentally shot water at her through his nose earlier on).

 “That reminds me— he called me his honourary big sister and bought me these awesome lacey gloves.” Though her quiet mumbles were hardly audible, the rare but gorgeous beam on her face said everything as Juleka wiggled her fingers.

 Once again, everyone's jaw dropped.

 Those gloves were the latest designer garments from Juleka’s favourite brand and last they all checked, it cost a whopping two thousand euros.

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 “This is why his dad hates us all…” Nino muttered bleakly. The entire class looked down with tight lips, wondering how on earth they would manage to pull off a surprise party for their money-blind but wonderful Adrien for his upcoming birthday without his stick-in-the-mud father getting in between their plans out of pure spite. 

 Oh, they were so, so, so screwed.

 They all simultaneously hoped that Marinette would put some sense into him and ensure that the singular working brain cell of his finally, finally registers that he doesn’t need to spend an ungodly amount of money on his loved ones.

~(x)~

 “Really? He really said I’m allowed to use this card to purchase whatever I like?” Adrien bounced on his heels, holding the debit card that Nathalie handed him as if it were a piece of treasure that could change his life forever. Literal stars were glittering in his eyes and the woman mustered all the strength within her to not melt on the spot like his late mother would have. 

 “Yes. He said it’s the least he could do considering you’re the face of his brand and have been working very hard since the very beginning.” She lied, relishing the look that the man would have plastered on his face once he noticed the strange purchases being made by his son and how he would not be able to do a single little thing about it thanks to her. She had Gabriel’s arm pressed against his back and she was going to milk every single bit out of it, starting with ensuring that Adrien was living a happy life and fulfilling his own wishes and dreams.

 “Tell him I said thank you! Now I’ll be able to buy my friends all the things they deserve!” She didn’t expect him to pounce her in a hug like an over-excited kitten and before she could even think of wrapping her arms around him, Adrien pulled back and grinned at the card with that sweet, sweet smile of his. “I know just the thing for Marinette.” 

 He skipped away, leaving behind a grinning Nathalie and a cooing Duusu who remained hidden within the lapels of her blazer. 

 “Is there a limit on the card by any chance?” Duusu asked, peering out of the fabric now that the coast was clear. She was met with her wielder's smile turning into a devilish smirk that would have given Chat Noir a run for his money.

 “Nope~!”

 And in the near future, Gabriel Agreste faints on the spot after checking his bank statements, finding out that within a week over a hundred thousand euros were spent on fancy cheese alone.

 (Meanwhile, Ladybug figured out her silly partner’s civilian identity because what other idiot in this city would spend thousands on her without a second thought? Not that telling him off did anything because she kissed him silly first).

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~(x)~

[mysticraven20]

‘I’m in love,’ she said, so matter-of-factly that it nearly knocked him off his seat.

His eyes locked on her as she absently twirled noodles on her plate, spinning them around and around, just like the knot forming in his stomach.

In love?

The realisation hit him like a punch, he was too late. His fear, his doubt, all the anxious moments he had second guessed himself, had worked against him. He should have told her sooner, how she was the reason he kept going, the pulse in his veins, the very air in his lungs.

Now, he could feel the tearing inside, as if his heart were slowly shredding into pieces, ready to scatter like confetti at his feet. Each one handed to him with a sharp kick to the gut.

Finally, she looked up, her eyes shimmering under the weight of his gaze. His breath caught as she spoke again, her voice soft, almost magical.

'With you.'

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[dansconcepts]

A Mouse and A Snake Can Be Civil

(or more, if you squint)

"Aspik, come on! Catch me if you can!" She yells, tail swishing against the rush of the wind. It was exhilarating, liberating, and she wondered if this is a feeling Chat Noir felt often (as Ladybug, it was harder to appreciate the breeze. It was harder to appreciate anything, really. It was like everything needed strict professionalism and she wondered why, as Multimouse, this felt different).

"You think you're getting away? I never let my prey sssslip past me." Aspik hissed. He was somewhere on the ground, scanning the rooftops for the sign of a grey mouse. She giggled, delighted at this information. (Good thing she was hiding behind a wall, with him none the wiser)

"Was that a pun?" She mock-gasped. For him, she knew that her voice could be heard in multiple directions, as she instructed her other selves to do. She saw her opening when his back turned, his eyes searching for the true source.

With the speed and dexterity that only a mouse could have, she scurried straight towards him, jumping high enough to land on his shoulder. She hoped the momentum of it would result in a perfect backflip, but (much to her surprise, which, given her history, she probably should've guessed sooner) she stumbled instead.

Either intentionally or as a reflex (when it comes to Aspik, it's really hard to tell), Aspik's hands immediately had a vice-like grip on her ankles, resulting in her staying firmly in place on his shoulders.

“Oh, that sucks. I even had this whole elaborate plan and now I’ve been caught.” She pouted, crossing her arms and laying them on his head.

“Don’t be ssso sssurprised, mouse. I alwaysss get my prey, you know.” 

He smiled brightly and she felt herself do the same (I mean, it’s Adrien, he’s the literal embodiment of sunshine, how can she not). 

“Are you saying you’ll always catch me, Asssspik?” She hisses the s with a small teasing grin.

(His eyes go soft all of a sudden, in a way that only Adrien Agreste can ever manage. Oh, my heart please still). “Alwayssss, mouse.”

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

Once upon a Saturday midnight atop the Eiffel Tower...

Chat (looking sad, feeding cats and singing): Little kitty on a roof, all alone without his lady...

LB (yoyos her way down): Chat? You rang, Kitty? What's going on? Is there an akuma?

Chat: (mumbles)

LB (pauses): Are you kidding me!!? Kitty, you are the most loved cat in Paris!

Chat (sighs): I know m'lady. Sometimes, I find it easier to be cat than human.

LB: What?

Chat (shrugs): It's just that real life is different, you know? I know maybe it's just my life that's weird, but I find that people give me more time and attention as Chat. As Ad- (*coughs*), I mean, when I'm the person outside the mask, my father rarely gives me his time. He just piles me schedule up with chores and showers me with gifts but--

LB: (just stares)

LB: What about friends, kitty? Don't you have friends to hang out with?

Chat: I do! And they're great, but they all see the glamour and think my life is awesome. Like, just last month, my father arranged a global tour and so I was absent from school. My friends were so excited and I couldn't crash their illusion, you know?

LB: (starts to frown, realizing the story feels familiar)

LB: All of them?

Chat: (smiles sadly)

Chat: Except one. There is one girl... I swear she's just like you that if I didn't know any better, I'd believe she's you outside the mask. I even call her our Everyday Ladybug just because she's that great. She's always helping, and when she does, you can tell she isn't doing it for show. She goes out of her way for friends and even strangers... even for me... but... I don't want to keep burdening her with my life. I know she's busy and has a life and I--

LB: What's her name?

Chat: (freezes)

Chat (starts panicking): What? My lady, you know I can't- my identity- I mean, you said I shouldn't hint-

LB: Chat Noir.

Chat: (looks up, surprised to see his lady tearing up)

LB: (lifts a hand to hold her partner's cheek)

Chat: Bug? Why are you-

LB: (drags Chat to a hug, he squeaks)

LB: You stupid cat! Bold of you to assume I wouldn't drop anything and everything if you need me.

Chat: My lady?

LB: Chat Noir... or should I call you...Adrien?

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

Helpless Watcher

Even as Adrien stood and watched from the sidelines, he couldn't help but feel infatuated by Ladybug. Every action, every shout, every glare of her face only enticed Adrien further, making it impossible for him to look away. He could feel himself helpless falling for her with every extra second that his eyes stayed glued to her. 

He was lucky that unlike everyone else in this city, he had a chance to know her personally. Despite that, he always seemed to mess it up. Chat Noir wasn't what she was looking for and he had yet to figure out what.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[writing-in-sin]

The Awakening drabble idea: Chat Blanc

A/N: My take on how Chat Blanc came to be in a fic idea based on the Awakening movieverse that I hope I can bring to life one day. Please enjoy!

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Little kitty on a roof

Adrien is taken in by a dream of contentment, of friends and late night patrols with his trusted partner and the dark magic of Destruction. He dreams of yesteryears of warmth and laughter of a family, whole and hale. He's made to feel like he was more than an empty heart.

And then he claws his way out of the grave his body has become and tears the veneer of the ephemeral dream into shreds, coming alive to pain, confusion, madness--

All alone without his lady

-- and his own screaming.

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

88. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…”

Funnily enough, I've done this one! It's called Last Night (Lukanette, lol) but here's another (I'll do... Ladynoir):

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Marinette squinted at the squiggly lines in the grimoire as she tried to decipher the text. None of it made sense. She looked back at Tikki. “And you say that this is necessary for the holders of the ladybug and black cat to do once they are both twenty one?”

Tikki nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Why haven’t we heard about this before? Like from Su-Han or Fu?”

Tikki’s eyes drifted across her ceiling. “Because there haven’t been many ladybug and black cat holders at the same time in the last few centuries so it wouldn’t be something either of them knew about!”

“But-” 

“Trust me, Marinette! This is very important and needs to happen very soon!”

Marinette was still a bit uncertain. From what Tikki had described, this was some kind of rite of passage where the kwami would chant some kind of blessing? She wasn’t sure, but they’d chant something as she and Chat Noir held hands and it would not only serve whatever important purpose it needed to but would also bring the two closer as partners- which would hopefully help them defeat Shadow Moth. 

Even with her doubts, Marinette trusted Tikki. They’d been together for nearly eight years and if she said it needed to be done…

“Okay, Tikki. I’ll talk to Chat and get everything set up.”

Tikki smiled brightly and zoomed around the room. “Amazing! I’ll tell the other kwami to get ready!” 

As she disappeared into the miracle box, Marinette could only smile. 

What’s the worst that could happen?

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“Now kiss!” 

Ladybug’s head snapped towards Sass, the kwami that floated before the grimoire reciting the ancient words, and frowned. “Kiss?”

Sass nodded. “Yes. A kiss is required to seal the pact. It’s normal for these kinds of ceremonies.”

Still unsure but trusting the kwami, Ladybug nodded and turned to Chat. “Is that okay?”

Her partner was beaming ear to ear. “Of course. I’ve always wanted to lock lips with you and remember it, Bugaboo.”

The two pressed their lips together - Ladybug could acknowledge that it wasn’t too bad and that there was a spark that had her wanting to stay in the embrace a little longer - before pulling away. 

As soon as they parted, the kwami burst into cheers and celebration. 

“Congrats!”

“Congratulations!’ 

“This is amazing!”

“Can’t believe it took eight years!”

“I wonder when they’ll be little hatchlings?”

“They’ll probably come once they’re used to cohabitating!” 

Ladybug’s head spun as the kwami continued to cheer and shout things that made no sense to her. It wasn’t until she turned and saw the look on Chat’s face that she realized something was going on. 

“Chat? What’s wrong?”

The black cat hero cleared his throat a few times before meeting her eyes. “I think… Um, well, based on what they’re saying-”

“Just tell me. I have no idea what’s going on?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Chat took a deep breath. “Don’t panic, but I think we might have accidentally just gotten married.”

Everything spun around Ladybug for a moment as the words registered in her head. 

Married.

They were married?

How?

Why?

Who? 

Then it clicked.

That sneaky little bug! 

“Spots off!” 

The transformation dropped and her kwami emerged from the earrings looking mighty guilty.

“Tikki…” Marinette began.

The kwami threw up her hands. “It was for your own good! You’ve been denying your feelings for Chat for ages and me and Plagg decided to do something about it!”

Marinette’s eyes bulged. “But marriage? Tricking us into some kind of kwami-ordained wedding? How- Come back here!” She shouted as Tikki zoomed away.

Unaware of her gobsmacked partner, Marinette took off after the kwami. “Tikki! You tricked me!” 

A few minutes later, Chat Noir’s mind began working again. “Claws in.” When Plagg appeared looking smug, Adrien’s eyes widened further. “Marinette? Marinette’s Ladybug? And we’re married?”

Plagg grinned. “Congrats, Kid. I hear the honeymoon phase is the best part.” Adrien didn’t move an inch as the kwami winked at him before looking around the room. “Now where’s the cheese?”

[bugged13it]

The Most Romantic Thing

I had this saved as a draft for TWO YEARS cause I was away from tumblr and forgot about it, so here I am finally posting it. Enjoy this little drabble based on a true story. >:3

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The gentle rumble of the motor dominated Marinette’s hearing, drowning out the soft noise of the radio. Her head rested lazily against the car window, shadows and light from the street lamps dancing rhythmically across her vision as they moved through the streets. It was insanely early in the morning, well past any decent hour for sleep. Despite the sparkling city lights scattered across the pitch dark sky, the crowds of people had long ago waned thin, too late��or early—for even the night life party-goers to be wandering about.

It had been, simply put, an exhausting evening. The quiet of the car felt surreal, but only because of the lingering buzzing in her head; a remnant of idle conversations and constant background chatter from the lavish party they had previously attended. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed mingling with the upper crust of Paris fashion, but at some point her limit had been reached, and Marinette just wanted to have some alone time with her own pillow in her own bed.

With the click of the radio, the soft music immediately died, and Marinette’s gaze flicked over out of curiosity, watching while Adrien moved his arm back to the steering wheel. His eyes were glued to the roads as he drove the car through the vacant streets. His set expression looked so serious, as if he were fighting the pull of sleep as well. Marinette might have offered to take over if she wasn’t so exhausted herself, unable to help the yawn that escaped her as she pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and settled back against the window.

They drove in the silence a short while longer, Marinette’s heavy eyelids slowly closing over her vision, when Adrien eventually turned down a new street, one that she knew wouldn’t soon lead back to either of their homes. Carefully pulling the car over to where he could safely park on the side of the road, the vehicle came to a rest when he shut off the engine. Off to their left, the Seine sparkled serenely, their view somehow unobstructed, it’s glassy surface reflecting the gentle light of a brilliant moon.

Marinette blinked in confusion, looking out at the street before turning back to Adrien. “Why are we stopped?” she asked softly, her heartbeat stuttering in a slight panic, wondering if he’d noticed something that she hadn’t. “Is something wrong?”

Adrien leaned back in the driver’s seat and grunted, almost as if in pain, and dragged a hand slowly down his face. “I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Wh—” Marinette hardly had time to form her question before he turned a heavy gaze her way.

“I need to kiss you.”

Oh. Marinette’s brain took a second to register that, but Adrien was already leaning over the center console, catching her only slightly off-guard as he pressed his lips gently upon hers. Though unprepared, Marinette quickly and unabashedly melted against him, all thoughts of sleep completely forgotten.

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Afterword: Okay, so about the true story part: I love any stories to do with my parents in their teen years, because they were both complete dorks and I swear, their life was like a romance/drama with love triangles and the whole she-bang—but real life, obvs. For example: my mom had a huge crush on on my dad, and my dad’s best friend(who had a crush on my mom), convinced my dad to bring a DATE to my mom’s BIRTHDAY PARTY because he was completely oblivious. You know, THAT SORTA TEEN STUFF. So anyways, my mother told me the most romantic thing my father ever did. It’s super short, but I absolutely love it the most, so I turned it into the above Adrinette drabble. Hope you enjoyed the FLUFF!!!

On another funny note, please keep in mind that this is the same man who gifted my mom her own refurbished(nicer diamonds/band) engagement ring over 30 years later in a Taco Bell because when he asked her where she wanted to eat(an unspoken: regardless of cost, especially someplace fancy), that was her answer, because she was craving it, failing to tell her it would be for their anniversary dinner. Told you they’re both absolute dorks.

[ladyofcreation]

Sweet Moments

Marinette and Adrien bake cookies together. Written for Fandom Empire Monopoly 2024 - Prompt: "Cookies" and Gen Prompt Bingo - Prompt: "Curtainfic (and similar)"

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“...Unless you want to make a competition of it?” Marinette said, a teasing glint in her eyes and a large bowl and spoon in her hands.

“That wouldn’t be fair, my Lady,” Adrien said, grinning back at her. “You’ve been baking cookies since you could walk. I’d certainly lose.”

“That doesn’t stop you when it comes to video games.”

“That’s different,” he said. “I’ve been playing video games as long as you have; when I lose, it’s a fair loss.”

“I see,” she said, and set the bowl in front of him, “then I guess we go back to the original plan, and I tell you what to do.”

“Maybe I like it when you tell me what to do,” he said, leaning forward. Marinette pushed him back by the nose in a well-practiced motion.

“Later, kitty, or we’ll never get these cookies made,” she said, but couldn’t hide her amusement. “But you know I like to hear that. You can start by getting the dry ingredients together, while I work on the rest.”

They each set to their tasks. Marinette couldn’t help but keep looking over at her partner, unable to hold back her smile as she watched him.

[seas-of-silver]

So my dear friend @rustyace asked me to write more from @peakwonderfulness's new baby brother au, but with Adrienette all grown up taking care of their own baby, so here we are:

Marinette couldn't believe how much time had flown by. She could remember her mother telling her she was pregnant, the birth of her baby brother, and babysitting him with Adrien steadfastly by her side; it seemed only yesterday when Adrien confided in her brother sleeping in his arms that he would like to marry her one day, his intentions carrying though the baby monitor's connection. Now, Henri was 10 years old and well on his way to being taller than she was at his age (winning Adrien 20 Euro from her with that bet), and would now help their parents in babysitting hers and Adrien's child, Emma. She was grateful to Henri for being a part of her life; it was out of love and care for him that she eventually confided in her parents and in Adrien that she was Ladybug - they needed to know in case an akuma attack arose and she couldn't look after Henri for them - which lead to the surprise reveal of Adrien being Chat Noir. After that point, Adrien was a permanent fixture in the Dupain-Cheng household, and made it official when he took her name on their wedding day. Adrien stayed true to his promise of always being there for Henri, making the bond between them more like brothers than brothers-in-law; the first time Henri introduced Adrien as his brother ended up with Adrien crying as Henri wiped away his tears, which lead to Marinette and her parents crying. His Aunt Amelie and cousin Félix (who Henri was introducing himself to) were slightly confused by the emotional affair. Marinette watched as Adrien tucked the sleeping Emma into her cot, the young girl exhausted from her 1st birthday party. As Adrien straightened, Marinette shuffled up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, placing a silent kiss to his shoulder. "Can you believe our angel is already one, Chaton?" she whispered. Adrien shook his head fondly, his gaze unwavering from their daughter. "She's growing up so fast, m'lady. I'm afraid if I look away that I'll blink and she'll be a teenager, and that I would have missed it all." "I know," she agreed, shifting to stand beside him to get a better view of Emma. "I felt the same when Henri was a baby, remember? And that's when we had school and extracurriculars and superhero duties every single day, but we did well to be there for him then, didn't we? So I believe we'll be okay with our own children." "You're right, Bugaboo," he conceded softly, "but can we just stay here a little longer?" "Of course, kitty." They stood there watching Emma sleep peacefully for a few minutes more before silently leaving the room. They had barely entered the lounge room when Tikki zipped over to them, practically buzzing with excitement. "Have you told him yet, Marinette?" she asked, her flipper-like hands shaking with excess energy. "I'm just about to, Tikki," Marinette reassured, causing Tikki to do a backflip in the air. "Told me what, my Queen?" Adrien inquired. Marinette extracted herself from his arms to reach into her pocket and pull out a familiar white stick and hand it to him. She watched as his eyes widened and his gaze flicking between her and the stick in his hand. "Is this...." "Yep." "You're pregnant?" "Yep." "How long have you known?" "Since this morning - I wanted to make sure we celebrated Emma's birthday without distraction today before telling you." "We're having ano- we're having another baby!!" he exclaimed excitedly, wrapping her up in his arms and spinning her around in delight. "Oh, I love you, Marinette." "I love you too, Adrien." "You guys are having another baby?" Adrien and Marinette turned to see Henri coming out of the bathroom - in their excitement, they had forgotten he was staying over for the night. "We are," Marinette confirmed. "Congratulations!" Henri cried, running over to them and joining the hug. "I'm so happy for you! Can I tell mum and dad? No, you guys should do that. Can I tell my friends? They all love Emma and I know they'd be so happy to hear about a new baby-"

[sizzleissues]

drabble - I love you

They’re leaving, Alya, Nino and Adrien. The boys together and then a little later she’ll leave with Alya. She should tell him as he waves her goodbye. When he turns back and hugs her. When he says goodbye for the second time because he’s definitely expecting her to say something, she keeps gasping around him. 

She doesn’t. It's like she’s choking on something too big to contain yet so inconsequential to say. I love you. There’s no need to explain. I love you. Adrien gets in his car. I love you.

Alya hugs Nino goodbye and it is when their backs turn that Marinette coughs.

A single petal falls to the ground.

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(hehehehehehehee. I actually tried to only write 100 words for this (its a little more but whatever). I'm playing more with the original concept of it being unsaid love instead of unreciprocated love since that's honestly more beautiful and fitting)

[mysticraven20]

Adrinette Proposal #1

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, this is the engagement ring of Adrien Agreste, which grants the power of my unwavering love and devotion for my remaining years to come. You'll use it for the greater good.

Once the mission is over, you'll be mine forever.... Can I trust you?”

Let’s Be Us Again on AO3

[seas-of-silver]

Emma: *pulling apart the kitchen* "Hey, Dad? Where's the lighter? Or the matchboxes?"

Adrien: *reading a book on the couch* "Mum had to hide them when Louis tried setting Sir Hamsterlot on fire. Why?"

Emma: "I need to burn all my Chat Noir merch."

Adrien: *suddenly at full alert, book flying into the abyss as he leaps off the couch* "What? Why? You love Chat Noir!"

Emma: *stopping her kitchen raid to face her dad, unaware of his internal panic* "Because you should never meet your idols, because they'll always let you down."

Adrien: *mind is the math meme as he tries to figure out what the hell is going on* "What do you mean, princess?"

Emma: "I saw him kissing... someone who I know is married, and I know that he knows that, but he did it anyway. It could tear the family apart, but he kissed her!"

Adrien: *still in math meme mode* "...I see. And... when did you say you saw this?"

Emma: "Last night, about half an hour before you got home from work."

Adrien: *finally clicks* "Uh huh..." *mind working a million miles an hour trying to figure out a way to explain it*

Emma: "What should I do?"

Adrien: "Uhhhhhh..."

~Later~

Marinette: "WHY THE HELL DID YOU TELL OUR DAUGHTER WE HAVE AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP WITH LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR???"

adrienette keeping their secret identities from their kids is underrated. not only do i think it's more practical/safe (when i was a kid i told all my friends ALL of my parents' dirty secrets because i was very trusting of my friends and also had no solid concept of consequence) but also i think it's more fun to keep the identity shenanigans going. their kids thinking their parents are lame, meanwhile thinking ladybug and chat noir are sooooo cool.

like dad you're soooo lame, stop wanting to play board games with us while we're trying to watch the newest Ladybug and Chat Noir movie. god mom is always so busy and anxious, she's nothing like carefree confident ladybug. my brother dressed up as chat noir for halloween and for some reason it made my dad cry. i told my parents i thought Chat Noir and Rena Rouge had the most chemistry in the movies and they stared blankly at me. i snuck out at night to go to a friend's place and ladybug intercepted me on the street and was super freaked out about it for some reason. some kids at school found out i'm hawkmoth's grandkid and are being mean to me and told me ladybug and chat noir would hate me and it made me cry. mom says ladybug and chat noir LOVE ME SO MUCH but that seems like a stretch?? the other night i heard SOMETHING eating VORACIOUSLY in our cheese cabinet and when i ran to my parents' room to tell them about it they AVIDLY denied it and THEN claimed it was a mouse but how the fuck did a mouse get up there??? why are they so shifty???? and WHO keeps eating my COOKIES

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

Once upon a takedown...

LB: Do you know how much anger I'm feeling for you right now? It's enough to cataclysm the sun and it still wouldn't be enough.

Gabriel: I-

LB: Oh, and your little lying bitch of a minion, Lila Rossi, remember her? I had some miraculous team members aid the police to deal with her.

Gabriel: I am Gabriel Agreste. I have money enough to sway the-

LB: Not when the evidence is glaringly clear and delivered to their doorsteps, courtesy of the Justice League. And oh, would you look at that? I actually have a meeting with the Bats this afternoon, so we'll have to finish this real quick.

Gabriel: Adrien will-

LB: You mean the sweet, honest, kind, sincere, handsome and charming blonde model with a good heart so different from yours who just happens to be my boyfriend, right? Yes, Chat Noir took him to a safe place. Speaking of my loyal partner, Chat and the Plagg are busy working to cure your wife, something that you would know is possible without causing world destruction if you actually had the guts and sincerity to ask, but no, your big idea is to terrorize Paris. So this is it. Checkmate Monarch.