#adrinette april 2021

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Adrinette April 2021 — day 4: Best Friends

I mean good for u Agreste 👁👄👁

// @adrinetteapril

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Adrienette April Day 2: Rebellion

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Adrinette April Day 7 - Homemade Gifts

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Ficlet for @sketchy-panda’s absolutely adorable entry. 

There was a loud, metallic crash. That of aluminum bowls obstreperously falling to the ground. 

Adrien hissed and swore at himself, panicking at the merciless ticking of the clock on the wall. He danced around the mess of runny dough that lay spattered on the ground like some sugary murder and scrambled to find something to clean it with.

“Where do they keep anything in this house?” Adrien exclaimed, desperate and realizing he ought to spend more time in his kitchen. 

He didn’t find the mop but found the drawer where the staff kept what he assumed were cloth napkins. They were silky to the touch and a plain, creamy beige. They seemed expensive, which might be the reason why he did not recall having ever used them. There were at least thirty of the same, probably meant for the dinner parties his father never bothered to host.

“Good as any,” he said, hurrying to grab as many as he could and proceeding to wipe the floor with them. 

Marinette would be here any minute and he had managed to produce but one meager batch of haphazardly baked cupcakes, out of which he was certain only two were edible, even if they looked like rocks. 

The kitchen looked like Plagg had used his Cataclysm by himself, there was dough on places he didn’t even know was possible. On the ceiling, for goodness’ sake. How did he get dough on the ceiling? 

It didn’t matter. He needed to focus. He had twenty minutes to try to bake another batch, clean the kitchen, and make himself presentable. 

Yeah, I can do this, he told himself if only to fight the panic of being completely out of his comfort zone and having completely failed at the task at hand: Baking Marinette some homemade cupcakes for her birthday. 

It was her fifteen birthday that day and Adrien had taken it upon himself to outdo not only his gift of last year, but also to take the opportunity to thank her for always bringing him macarons, croissants, and all kinds of tasty treats from the bakery. He wanted to impress her by whipping a couple of cupcakes from scratch, by himself, because he was convinced this would make her swoon. 

“Imagine how impressed she’s going to be with me when she shows up and there’s a whole basket of cupcakes made by yours truly,” Adrien had told Plagg when he came up with the idea. “She’s going to love it!” 

“You? Baking? Kid, you managed to burn a pot trying to boil water the other day. Just get her another bracelet.”

“No Plagg, this is my chance to impress Marinette; to show her how much she means to me!” 

Plagg rolled his eyes and muttered something about him knowing enough about destruction to predict how that would go. 

Looking at the chaos that surrounded him, Plagg may have been onto something. 

“And you didn’t even need me,” the little god said, amused at the disaster as he gorged on a wheel of cheese.

“Ha, ha. Do you think we still have time to go get her something else?” 

Ding dong.

Adrien yelped and scrambled to clear the kitchen, then hastily threw himself over the two lone cupcakes that stood victorious over his failed culinary attempts, and disposed to decorate them. He fumbled with the frosting bag, forcing himself to work as fast as possible.

“Hide, Plagg!” 

“Adrien?” Marinette gasped, taking in the picture.

“Marinette! You’re here on time. I mean, happy birthday!” 

Marinette seemed surprised, yet amused at the picture of him being completely out of his element. 

“What... what were you doing?” 

Adrien deflated on the kitchen isle, spreading over its surface much like his dough had on the floor, as he attempted to hide the hideous pair of cupcakes he had managed to salvage from his regrettable baking skills. “Nothing...” He sighed, finally accepting the defeat that not only he had not managed to impress her, but he also wound up with no gift whatsoever for Marinette. 

“Are those cupcakes?” she asked, smiling with endearment. 

“I’m so sorry, Mari,” he said with a sigh. “I was trying to make them for your birthday because you’re always giving me all these nice homemade gifts and I messed up, and now I don’t have a gift for you. I’m sorry. I’ll get you something later today, I promise. I just--”

“Stop,” she said, giggling and taking one of the cupcakes. “I love them.”

“I wouldn’t eat that if I were you,” Adrien warned. “Let’s just say today I realized how bad I am at cooking in general.” 

Marinette paid no heed and gave the deformed cupcake a small bite. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Adrien waited expectantly for her verdict. “And?” 

“You want honest feedback?” 

Adrien nodded vigorously. 

“It’s not bad. Especially not for a first try. If you wanted to improve though, I could teach you a lesson or two and that could be part two of my gift,” she offered, beaming brightly at him.

“How is you teaching me how to bake a birthday gift, exactly?” he asked, perplexed.

“I get to spend time with you,” she said, pecking Adrien on the head before finishing the rest of her cupcake. “Besides, you’re the first person that has tried baking something for me. It’s pretty impressive.”

“Really?” Adrien said, lighting up brighter than the sun. 

“Hmhmm!” she said, grabbing the other lone cupcake. “Nobody tries because they think I won’t like it because they can’t bake better than my parents. But I think it’s the intention that counts.” 

Adrien smiled at her and in a sudden bout of courage, he said, “Well then, happy birthday, Marinette.” Then, quickly gave her a peck on the cheek. 

[kalaluchi]

chapter 01: AU

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"How do I say, 'you annoy me 24/7 and your puns are cringey, but I’m grateful for all the times you've saved my butt' with flowers?"

"I-- sorry?" Adrien looked up from his book in surprise. He'd only started working at this flower shop a week ago, and this was the first time he'd gotten such an oddly specific request.

The blue-haired girl standing behind the counter huffed, hands on her hips. She was that cute girl who sat behind him in class, he remembered. The best friend of Nino’s girlfriend. What was her name again? ... Ah. Marinette.

"How do I say," she repeated, slower this time, "'you annoy me 24/7 and your puns are cringey, but I'm grateful for all the times you've saved my butt' with flowers?"

"Uhm," Adrien stammered, still not believing she'd meant that request, "maybe you could start with a bunch of petunias. They're usually used to express extreme annoyance and anger, I think. But that's only if you sort of hate this person...?"

She sighed and sat on a nearby stool. "No, I don't hate him. Actually, he's a pretty good friend. But it's his birthday tomorrow, and I'm just frustrated because I totally forgot to get him a gift! I'm the worst," she groaned, putting her head in her hands. "He did mention once that he'd never received a bouquet of flowers, so I thought, might as well, right? Except… I have no idea what flowers to include in the bouquet."

"I see. Uhm, so true friendship, right? You'd need a few geraniums for those,” Adrien said, pointing to a bucket behind Marinette. She picked three from the bunch.

"Okay. What else?"

Over the next hour, he helped her pick out which flowers to put in the bouquet. Aside from the geraniums, she added edelweiss for his courage & devotion to his work, zinnia for absent friends (apparently they didn't see each other often, so this mystery guy probably wasn’t someone from school), and trollius to show gratitude.

He learned a surprising amount about this mystery guy as she described their friendship. Oddly, the more he knew, the more he disliked this guy. Not that the guy was a bad person or anything. Marinette seemed to respect this guy a lot, meaning he probably was a good person. 

So, what was this weird feeling? It reminded him of the rare times Ladybug would gush over her real life crush... Oh. I'm jealous.

"Hey, what are those?" She pointed to a bunch of flowers near the counter.

"Uh." He shook his head to clear it. "Sorry, these white ones, yeah? Those are anemones. They're usually kept to protect against evil."

She snorted. "Okay, I definitely want at least three of those. And then I think I'm good to go," Marinette said, admiring the flowers he'd helped her pick out.

"You sure?" He tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He found himself wanting to spend more time with this classmate he'd barely paid attention to before.

"Yeah, these should be enough. I hope he likes them, though. Thanks so much for your help..." She trailed off, just noticing a bucket semi-hidden behind the zinnias. "What are these? They're so pretty..."

"Oh, they're cornflowers," he said, coming to stand by her. "They're supposed to bring good luck or something."

At this, she laughed aloud, a light, pleasant sound. He had no idea why she found that funny, but he felt his heart flutter anyway. (It seemed so cliché, but that was the only way he could describe it.)

After a while, her laughter died down. "We have this inside joke that he's really really really unlucky," she explained, "so i think it'd be a fun joke to put some in." She smiled fondly.

"You... you must be really close with this guy, huh."

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess. He's a pretty great partner, even though I'd never admit it to his face."

His face fell. "Oh. That’s… cool." He led her back to the counter and helped her wrap up the bouquet. "Here you go," he said, forcing a smile. "Thank you for coming by Miraculous Flowers. I hope you found exactly what you were looking for."

"Thanks again, Adrien. You really saved my butt. See you in class!" She gathered the bouquet in her arms and headed for the door.

On impulse, Adrien plucked a blue salvia from the pot behind the counter. "Marinette, wait!" he called, running to her. He held out the flower. "Uh, a gift. I guess? I'm new here, so it was nice being able to help someone I know."

Marinette grinned as she took the flower and twirled it between her fingers. "Do i get to know the name and meaning of this flower?"

Adrien bit back a smile. "Well, uh, it's a blue salvia. As for the meaning... you'll have to look it up yourself. Or, you know, just stop by again."

Marinette laughed. "Okay, then. I'll see if I can drop by soon. Bye, Adrien."

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Two hours later, Marinette (now in costume as Ladybug) stood on the roof of a building, feet dangling over the edge, waiting for her partner to arrive.

"Did I make you wait long, milady?" a voice purred behind her. She rolled her eyes and got to her feet.

"Not at all, kitty. I just got here."

"You're surprisingly early, though. Not that I'm complaining. Means more time together. Absolutely purrrrrrfect."

"Well, of course I'm early. It is your birthday, isn't it? I wanted to be sure I had time to give your gift."

Chat blinked. "Y-you remembered? Milady, you flatter me. You didn't need to get me anything, though. Just being with you is enough." He waggled his eyebrows playfully.

She rolled her eyes again. "Yeah, whatever, I'll let that slide since It's your birthday. but here. I picked these out today. I remembered you once told me you'd never gotten a bouquet of flowers, so here!" She pulled out the bouquet she and Adrien put together a while ago. She explained what each flower meant -- lowkey proud that she still remembered everything.

Or so she'd thought. "No, milady, you've got it wrong. The geraniums are for true friendship, not absent friends. The zinnias are the absent friend ones," he said absentmindedly. He seemed overwhelmed at the gift, and she suddenly feared she'd gone overboard, like she always does.

"Well!" she said to brighten the mood. "You're surprisingly knowledgeable on this kind of stuff. You wouldn't happen to know what a blue salvia means...would you?" she grinned, testing him.

He ran his hands through his hair. "It- its means..." He trailed off and looked at her in shock, as if seeing her for the first time. "Ma- milady." He smiled softly. "Actually, I have something for you too." He pulled out a red tulip. "Do you remember what this one means?"

She stared at the flower, and flashed back to her conversation with Adrien earlier that day.

"Ooooh! Tulips! I love tulips. Do you think I should add some in the bouquet?"

Adrien seemed to blush. "Hm, if they were another color, it might be fine. But I'm not sure since these ones are red."

"Why? What difference does it make if the tulips are red?"

Adrien cleared his throat. "Uh, they're, um, usually used to declare to another person--"

"--I love you."

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Adrinette April Day 4 - Best Friends

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Rated: G Word count: 808

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Adrien sighed and stared down at the lucky bracelet Marinette had made for him, twirling it around his wrist absentmindedly as the rest of the class all filed into their respective seats. The conversation he and Plagg had had last night was still fresh in his mind, the words repeating themselves in his head on a loop.

“Come on!” Plagg said. “Surely you’ve at least considered giving Pigtails a chance?”  

Adrien groaned in response and buried his face into his pillow.

“What would it matter if I did, Plagg? She’s dating Luka!”

Plagg scoffed and rolled his eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  

“Please! Have you seen the way she looks at you? That girl likes you, I’m willing to bet my whole stash of camembert on it!”

Knowing that there was no chance of them seeing eye to eye, Adrien had just given up and gone to bed for the night. Now, though, he couldn’t help but consider the possibilities his kwami had suggested. Did Marinette like him in that way? If so, why hadn’t she told him?

An influx of worst-case scenarios immediately began running through Adrien’s mind. Maybe she was worried about how he would react and the chance of him pushing her away. The mere thought of it was enough to make his heart ache - he never wanted to be a cause of stress or upset for anyone, especially not Marinette. She had always been one of his best friends ever since he first started at Françoise Dupont, and he also knew (if her recent behaviour was anything to go by) that she had a lot on her plate to deal with already.

He didn’t realise how sidetracked he’d gotten thinking about until the bell rang and Miss Bustier came in to take the register. When she got round to Marinette, there was no answer - peering up at her desk out of the corner of his eye, Adrien saw that her seat was empty. “Classic Dupain-Cheng, she’s late again.” Chloé muttered angrily while inspecting the chipped polish on one of her fingernails.

Suddenly, as if Chloé’s remark had summoned her there, Marinette burst in the door, back hunched over and looking rather red-faced.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” She gasped between breaths. “My, uh, cousin’s pet toucan is staying with us for the week and he made a mess of my room this morning, so I had to tidy it up.”

Miss Bustier raised an eyebrow but didn’t question Marinette, instead just marking her down as present before moving onto the next person.

“You kinda zoned out there for a minute.” Nino whispered to Adrien as Marinette sat down next to Alya. “Are you okay?”

Adrien gave him a noncommittal smile and nodded.

“I’m fine, I just had a bit of a rough sleep last night.”

Once registration was over and everyone had begun to leave for the first class, Adrien gently grabbed Marinette by the shoulder and bent down to whisper in her ear.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

He felt her tense up and began to worry that he had overstepped, then felt a sense of relief when she nodded silently. He noticed Alya and Nino each shooting him a grin and thumbs up - he didn’t know what for - before sneaking out of the classroom and leaving the two of them alone.

“Erm...”

Now it was his turn to grow tense and anxious as he frantically tried to think of what to say next. Talking to Marinette had always come naturally to him - why did he have to get the jitters now of all times?

“I was just wondering, uh, if you’ve been doing ok recently. You seem pretty tired a lot of the time these days.”

Adrien watched as Marinette’s face turned even pinker than it had been before and her eyes widened in surprise.

“O-oh! Thank you, that’s very nice of you! I’m doing ok, just got lots of schoolwork to keep me busy.” She replied, giggling nervously. He nodded and offered her a smile in return.

“That’s good to hear. By the way, if you ever do need help, you know you can come and talk to me, right? I wouldn’t want to leave one of my best friends hanging.”

The grin on her face grew even wider, and all of a sudden she pulled him in for a tight but warm hug.

“Thank you, Adrien.” He heard her whisper into the collar of his shirt. “If you ever need me, I’m here for you too.”

He immediately felt as though a massive weight had been lifted off his chest, and he smiled happily to himself as they stood in each other’s arms for a moment, before remembering that they had a class to get to and hurried out to the corridor.

[miabrown007]

Chapters: 4/8

Word Count: 7,439

Rating: T

Pairing: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Summary:

Chat Noir’s plan of asking out his classmate, only so the girl could turn him down and offer to be ‘just friends’ instead was ridiculous. Too bad there wasn’t a sensible girl who would have rejected him. Ladybug was so sure of this, she dared to bet on it. And when the next day Adrien Agreste asked the same question from Marinette… Well, she wasn’t trying to prove herself wrong. aka Plagg schemes, Adrien panics, and Marinette is being a little shit about it

@miraculousfanworks, @adrinetteapril

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He Said, "I'd Love To." Final Chapter

@adrinetteapril Day 30 - Stay

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It wasn’t the moonlight creeping through the windows of her room, nor was it the way that she quite literally held onto him as they lay tucked in a pink blanket on her bed. What caught Adrien so off guard was the way her breath seemed to seep into the skin of his neck when she whispered.

“Stay with me.”

This time, he was absolutely sure how he wanted to answer her. He took her chin in his thumb and forefinger, looking at her in the eyes. So blue.

“Marinette,” he whispered, “I’d love to.”

For her, he’d stay forever.

[dadplagg-mamatikki]

GUYS I UPDATED MY MERMAID AU

It is for Adrinette April 2021 sorry about it being late. @adrinetteapril

Chapter 3 is all about games, but we can already guess who's won each others hearts.

[mikauzoran]

If You Could Only Have One Prompt...

So, if I were to theoretically do only one prompt from Adrinette April 2021, which one would you want me to do?

The prompt list is in the graphic below or typed out below the graphic. You can follow the event here: @adrinetteapril​ .

Week 1: Good Friends

1. AU

2. Rebellion

3. Game Night

4. Best Friends

5. Jagged Stone

6. Anime

7. Homemade Gifts

Week 2: Growing Closer

8. Commissions

9. Baking Lessons

10. Tutoring

11. Truth or Dare

12. Seatmates

13. Family

14. New York

Week 3: Budding Romance

15. Dreams

16. Sunrise

17. Text Messages

18. First Date

19. You’re Beautiful

20. Passionfruit

21. Kittens

Week 4: Lovers

22. Anniversary

23. Sunset

24. Balcony

25. Shooting Star

26. Moonlit Dance

27. Future Kids

28. Napping

29. Cuddles

30. Stay

[skintyfiia]

Adrinette April 2021 — day 2: Rebellion

dorks being dorks 🥺

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Adrinette April Day 10 - Truth or Dare

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Everybody complaied what rotten luck it was to be stuck in the lobby of the skiing park, but Adrien was still excited to be there. Even if the sudden storm that had befallen the mountain was ruining the class’ first day of their skiing trip.

Not counting New York, this was the first time Adrien had been allowed to go on a class trip that involved pernoctating, so he was excited to be spending time with his friends. Unfortunately, the storm had temporarily disabled some sections of the park’s power grid, which is why the class was waiting out the storm in the lobby. With the WiFi being down and the data signal as weak as it was, the class was close to lunacy with boredom.

“Come on guys, it’s not that bad,” Adrien said, rejoining the circle where his friends sat after a short trip to the vending machine that stood next to the reception desk. The teens littered the ground, some napping using their backpacks as a pillow--like Marinette, some others wasting away the battery of their phone.

“It’s been hours,” Alix groaned. “Literal hours.”

“I’m so bored I came up with a new tagging system for my blog and went back and retagged everything,” Alya said. “And I’m done already.”

“Maybe there’s something we can do to pass the time?” Adrien offered. “Like, maybe the reception has a deck of cards or something.”

Seeing Nino drink from his water bottle, Kim intervened. “I know, let’s play spin the bottle,” he said, eliciting a weirdly excited expression on Alya, who promptly got on her feet to go wake up Marinette.

“I’ve never played that before,” said Adrien.

“It’s easy,” Nino said. “Everybody sits in a circle, you spin the bottle and whoever gets the bottom can ask a truth-or-dare to the person who gets the top of the bottle.”

“Alya, I don’t think you should wake up Marinette, she looked very tired in the morning,” Adrien said, concerned, after listening to Nino’s explanation and seeing how Alya violently shook poor Marinette back to consciousness.

“No, no. She loves playing spin the bottle, that’s why,” Alya said, then turned her attention to her friend and hissed. “Marinette, wake up! Adrien is going to play spin the bottle!”

With a drowsy Marinette in tow, Alya sat strategically. The rest of her classmates seemed to have a similar idea, making sure that the class couples would end up sitting directly across each other, intentionally including Adrien and Marinette.

It took a couple of turns for Adrien to realize the point of the game and for Marinette to be fully aware, fully conscious of the plot she had been victim to. Fatefully, it was Nathaniel who spun the bottle when it finally ended with it pointing at Marinette.

“Finally!” Adrien said, excited to get a chance to play. “Truth or dare, Marinette?”

“Uh...” She glowed in bright red. “Tr--Dare. I choose dare.”

“Hmm...” He tapped his lips with his index finger, trying to think of a good dare. He knew Marinette got flustered very easily and he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. He wanted to give her a funny dare. At the same time, though, he had never played this game before, and judging from the fact his classmates were more inclined to come up with truths and dares that leaned heavily into a romantic situation, Adrien guessed that his idea of daring Marinette to step on the snow without shoes wouldn’t cut it.

“I got it, I dare you to kiss whoever you think is the cutest in this circle,” he said, rather proud of his dare and thus, confused at how it elicited laughing from some of his friends, Nino included.

Marinette blushed and produced a tiny, “Eeep!”

Alya smiled smugly at her. “Go on Marinette. Kiss whoever you think is the cutest.”

“I don’t get it, Nino. I thought the point was to make romantic dares?” Adrien said, confused.

“Yeah, dude,” said Nino, chuckling. “You got that right.”

“So, why did everyone laugh?”

“Oh, no reason,” Nino said as he exchanged complicit glances with Alya.

“Yeah, but--”

His train of thought was abruptly interrupted by Marinette, who had gotten to her feet, rushed to his side, and quickly pecked him on the cheek. By the time he realized what had happened Marinette was already back on her spot, covering her face with her hands.

Adrien felt the heat accumulating on his cheeks as he processed the fact Marinette had actually kissed him. Rather excited about the fact this implied Marinette thought he was cute, he found himself following the bottle with closer attention and wishing he would get a second turn to dare Marinette. Unfortunately for Adrien, the storm receded and the power came back on before he could get a chance to get another kiss from her.

He was more disappointed than he would like to admit, but at least the best part of the class trip was about to begin, and he would make a point to spend as much time as possible with Marinette.

“She thinks I’m cute!” he muttered to himself as the class was assigned their rooms for the night.

[wolfyred-ks]

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.............EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry, ran out of breath there.

This was so cute and fluffy! The descriptions are so soft and I could clearly see their faces in my mind as I read. WONDERFUL!!!!!

Adrinette April Day 23 - Sunset

AO3

Hawkmoth has been defeated, and after years of dating her first love and superhero partner Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng finally decides to pop the question. Well, more like two questions.

@adrinetteapril

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Marinette stirred the pan on the stove, anxiously glancing at the clock. She knew Adrien would arrive soon, and she had never been the best at time management. The afternoon sunlight shining through the window hit her eyes, and she turned her head away from the glare. Shaking slightly, she moved the sauce off the stove and set it on the potholder she had laid out on the counter.

She ran through her checklist in her mind, gripping the edges of the table to steady herself as another wave of anxiety hit.

Flowers, check. Table set, check. Dinner ready, check. Dessert in the fridge, check. However, when she reached the next and final item on her checklist, her body trembled again. She shook her head to clear it, patted her pocket, and plated the last of the dinner.

The doorbell rang.

Marinette’s heart pounded in her ears.

She walked over, pausing for a deep breath...and opened the door.

There was Adrien, grinning at her.

“Hello, love,” he said, leaning in to peck her lips.

“H-HI ADRIEN!” she squeaked. He looked at her curiously but clearly chose to ignore it, walking over to the kitchen table.

He gasped and glanced back at Marinette. The table was covered in a white tablecloth with a bouquet of roses in the center, and she had prepared his favorite meal.

“This is incredible, Marinette! I wasn’t expecting all of this when you invited me to dinner!” Marinette laughed.

“I just wanted to make something special today.” Marinette shrugged noncommittally and Adrien laughed, hugging her tightly, his face in her hair.

“You know that any time I get to spend with you is special,” Adrien murmured, and Marinette blushed. She wasn’t sure how he could still make her stomach flip after all this time, but she didn’t think she would ever really get used to his compliments.

They had been together for years, ever since they learned each other's identities after Hawkmoth’s defeat. Adrien had been devastated, but she had stayed with him and helped him through it, just as he had stood by her as Chat Noir through the struggles of her guardianship.

Even before Hawkmoth’s defeat, Marinette and Adrien had supported each other. In the months leading up to the reveal, they’d grown close. Marinette witnessed Adrien’s life wore down on him. She went out of her way to spend as much time with him as possible, sneaking him pastries and outings when she could. Over time, she slowly grew from looking up to Gabriel to resenting him for everything he had put his son through, even before she realized the full extent of his actions. Adrien had been there for Marinette, too; he supported her when she was drowning in commissions and always patiently encouraged her. They had always been there for each other, even if they hadn’t always known how close they really were.

Adrien and Marinette fell into conversation as they began their dinner, but Adrien watched his girlfriend in concern. She seemed to be hiding something, which made him nervous. He never wanted her to feel like she needed to keep things to herself. Her grins a little too wide, her laughter a little too forced, and he could feel that something wasn’t right. As they finished eating her passionfruit macarons, Adrien sighed.

Marinette glanced up at him, the now golden light of the sunset reflecting off his hair. Her heart dropped when she caught a glimpse of familiar concern in his eyes. Maybe her anxiety was getting to her more than she believed; she hadn’t meant to worry him.

“Marinette, what’s wrong? I thought we weren’t keeping secrets, but it's obvious something is going on.” Adrien looked at her softly, care for her evident on his face.

“We aren’t keeping secrets,” she replied. “Come on, it’s a beautiful evening. Let’s talk on the balcony.”

Adrien followed her outside and felt the warmth of the evening sun as she stood across from him, looking down at her feet. His head was slowly filling with endless scenarios of what she could possibly be so nervous so tell him, but he tried to ignore his spiraling mind for her sake. After several moments of gazing at the sunset in silence, Marinette finally spoke.

“Adrien,” she began, and he turned to face her, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I’ve been thinking about everything we’ve been through and how far we’ve come.” She breathed heavily and glanced at him before looking back out over the balcony.

“There was a time in my life when I dreamed desperately of being Mrs. Agreste. I would have given almost anything for it, in fact.”

Adrien’s eyes widened, and he felt his heart pound in his ears. Mrs. Agreste? Meaning...my WIFE?? A blush crept up his neck and suddenly it was hard to catch his breath. He played her words over again, his mind screeching to a halt when he realized she had spoken in the past tense. Did she not want that anymore?

“But, as time has gone on, I’ve come to realize...

“...I don’t want to be an Agreste anymore.”

Marinette steadied herself. Almost there. Keep going, just like you practiced. She didn’t dare look at Adrien until she finished because she knew she’d choke up as soon as she did.

If Adrien’s heart had been pounding before, it was slamming at least twice as hard in his chest now. She didn’t want to be an Agreste. As much as it hurt, he knew he couldn’t blame her. He had never liked that he was defined by his name, and after all his father had done, the implications had only worsened. He hated being an Agreste. Why would she ever choose that life?

“After all we’ve been through, you especially, I don’t think you want that either.

Of course she doesn’t want to be an Agreste, and how could I ever want that for her either? She knows me too well to think anything otherwise. Adrien looked down at his shoes, bracing himself for whatever she would say next.

“I love you Adrien, more than anyone else on earth,” Marinette said, finally turning to look at Adrien. Adrien’s eyes snapped back up to hers, hope bubbling in his chest. Marinette’s heart fluttered out of control and she glanced quickly back at the setting sun before looking into Adrien’s eyes and speaking again.

“We belong together, you and me against the world. So I thought of a solution. Would you like to become a Dupain-Cheng?”

Adrien gaped at her in silence. He blinked before croaking out a strangled “...what?”

Marinette laughed nervously and fell to one knee, pulling out the box that had been scalding her pocket for the past several hours.

“This is a proposal, Adrien,” she giggled, smiling up at him.

Adrien could do nothing but stare, jaw dropped and eyes impossibly wide. As the seconds ticked by, Marinette felt her chest beginning to tighten in panic as tears pricked her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. You don’t have to accept right now, or ever if you don’t want to...” she said, her voice wobbling a little at that, “Maybe you’re not ready and that’s alright-“ she started to ramble, but cut herself off as Adrien began to shake his head violently, eyes and jaw clenched shut and tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Then...what’s wrong?” Marinette asked, standing up and brushing his tears away with her thumb.

Adrien paused, eyes still closed, before slowly opening them, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a ring box of his own.

Marinette gasped and looked back up at Adrien, who was giving her a watery smile.

“My lady, I’ve been planning to propose for weeks, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to ask…” he trailed off, glancing away for a brief moment before looking her in the eyes. “...I didn’t know how to ask to share your last name, Marinette.”

Marinette felt her heart speed up and a lump form in her throat as Adrien gazed at her.

Her eyes glittering with tears of her own, she stood up on her toes so she could kiss him. She wiped one last tear away before her hand slid back into his hair as she felt him relax. She pulled back after a moment, just enough to meet Adrien’s eyes, she spoke. “I would be honored to share anything with you Adrien, especially my name.”

Adrien’s face broke into a smile, eyes bright with happiness and shining with tears. Marinette slid the ring onto Adrien’s finger, and he did the same. They looked down in their joined hands in awe before Adrien grinned, swooping down to pull Marinette into another kiss, wrapping his free hand around her waist. Marinette rested her hands on his chest as he hugged her even closer to him.

Breaking the kiss to rest his forehead on hers, he whispered

“I love you, my princess.”

Marinette giggled and pulled him down to kiss the tip of his nose.

“I love you too, my chaton.”

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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading, it means a lot!!

Also thank you to @authenticcadence18 for being my beta! She's the best!

(I also posted this on AO3, and it's my first time posting on there! Woo!)

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chapter 04: Best Friends

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When Marinette was a kid, she’d once heard someone say that having a boyfriend is just like having a best friend, but with added perks.

And while she couldn’t relate with the statement (at the moment), she could see that, in a similar sense, there was a fine line between things you do with someone because they’re your best friend and you’re just that close; and things you do with someone because you like them and want to get closer… and them showing the same interest in doing those things miiight mean they could like you, too.

Marinette was beginning to think she’d been using this fine line as a jump rope these past few weeks.

In theory, she should have no problem doing best-friend-stuff.

Chatting till early in the morning? Daily routine for her and Alya, especially when the latter got her hands on the latest scoop.

Video calls while doing homework? Marinette forgot what it was like to work without the face of her best friend, her face mirroring Marinette’s own tiredness.

Movie nights with the full package: face masks, popcorn, and 5 different types of candy? Every Saturday, starting at 9pm sharp.

But for some reason, when it came to doing those things with Adrien Agreste, she would just… freeze up and start overthinking every little thing. She has no idea why.

(Absolutely a lie. She knows exactly why.)

She was not one to deny her obvious crush on the blond-haired boy. Most times, her day is made by just one smile sent her way. But other times, when she’s actually able to hold a conversation with him (over chat, of course; she could never not stutter if it were face-to-face), it feels… normal. The talks are casual, like they’ve known each other forever. The butterflies in her stomach are quieter than usual, and she can say, with absolute certainty, that the famous model feels nothing special for the simple baker’s daughter, because Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste are destined to be the best of friends and nothing more. (Sadly, in her opinion.)

And then. He goes and surprises her with a, “Hey, are you free Friday night? I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movie theater with me. They’re playing reruns of episodes from that show we were talking about the other week.”

Marinette collapsed on her bed with a groan. She checked the clock on her wall: 6:19pm. She’s supposed to meet Adrien in front of the bakery in a little over half an hour, but she still has no idea what to wear. Curse that beautiful, gorgeous boy. He never told her what the occasion was. Should she wear something casual, like a nice sweater and jeans? Something more dressy, like a cute skirt and flats? She gasps to herself. He doesn’t expect her to be fancy and show up in a cocktail dress and heels, right? He’s a model after all, that might be what he’s used too… what if it’s something even fancier than that-- how can she pull together an outfit like that at the drop of a hat--

You’re spiraling, she chided herself. She was tempted to call her best friend, but she knew what the brunette would say.

“Obviously, dress to impress! The knee-length dress you bought for my birthday party, I can lend you pearl earrings and a necklace, a little bit of lip gloss, and a purse to match. Pair it with flats so you don't look too eager.”

Marinette laughed quietly, imagining Alya giving that whole spiel.

Maybe she could just text Adrien to ask what he’s wearing.

The thought of him replying, “Just a shirt and jeans. This is just a chill movie-with-a-friend date after all. Why, did you think it meant anything more?” was enough to make her chicken out (even though he’d never actually say that), so she decided to just wear a shirt, skirt, sneakers, and the cardigan he made for her.

If he asks, I can just say I always dress like this going out with my friends!

This was going to be a disaster.

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“Oh. Wow. You look.” Adrien cleared his throat. “You look very nice, Marinette.”

At 7:05pm, she found him standing outside their bakery, as discussed. She waved shyly as she pulled the door shut, trying to ignore the not-so-subtle spying her parents were trying to from behind the bakery’s counter.

“You look quite nice yourself,” she managed to say. Even though her brain wanted to scream how beautiful he looked in his black polo and jeans. (At least she’d been right to dress half-dressy half-casual.)

“Shall we?” he said jokingly, holding out his arm expectantly. She laughed nervously, and looped her arm through his after a pause..

Best friends definitely link arms as they walk to the theater...right?

“Hm, it’s a little chilly, isn’t it?” she said as they made their way down the street. In truth, though, her cheeks were burning from the close contact.

“Yeah, good thing you wore a cardigan. Should we get popcorn?”

“For sure. Butter at the bottom, in the middle, and on top is the way to go.”

“No way! Cheese is totally better. Whoever thought of putting it on popcorn was brie-lliant.”

Marinette groaned. “That was even cornier than popcorn,” she complained.

“Well, I’m no Swiss master,” Adrien quipped, “sorry if my jokes are full of holes. Is it enough to make you feel bleu?”

There it is again, Marinette thought, as the friendly banter continued until they were in their seats. While she found his puns unusually endearing, the butterflies were quiet and her heart wasn't racing like she’d thought it would be.

Annoyingly, they came right back as she sat back, studying his profile while the show’s theme song played in the background.

Miraculous, the luckiest!

Her heart gave a little squeeze as he mouthed the words, bouncing in his seat excitedly, all his attention on the big screen.

Damn, he’s so cute. The thought flew through her head before she could stop it, and that was when she knew for sure.

The power of love, always so strong!

What started out as a little crush had leveled up into something waaay more, though it was too early -- far too early -- to call it love.

After the reruns, they decided to grab ice cream and sit at one of the park benches before heading back.

“What did you think of that last episode?” Adrien asked, licking the mint gelato on a cone.

Marinette looked down at her own strawberry-flavored one. “I think… the main characters were too dumb. I mean, they just… fit so well, you know? Why prolong getting together?” She grinned at him and pointed the cone in his direction. “The ending made up for it though. They were so berry cute in that last scene.”

Adrien was unable to respond for a second, shocked that Marinette had made a pun.

(She thought she could see a blush starting to form, too, but she told herself it was just the lighting of the park.)

He recovered in a heartbeat, though. “You’re right. They were definitely mint to be.”

“Okay, that was probably the corniest one this entire night,” she giggled, playfully rolling her eyes. (It was actually cute and surprisingly funny, though, and she had to bite her lip to suppress a smile.)

Adrien held a hand to his heart. “I’m offended! That wasn’t very cool of you.”

Marinette frowned, though she knew he was joking. She opened her mouth to protest but the sound of his laugh stopped her. Her retort died in her throat as her heart did a little skip.

There was a pause as she felt the blush spread across her cheeks. It was long enough for Adrien to turn to her, an eyebrow raised, silently wondering about the sudden silence.

For half a second, Marinette considered saying something crazy.

‘You’re cute’? ‘I love how your eyes sparkle when you laugh’?

“Sorry for dissing your pun,” she muttered lamely instead, turning away.

He chuckled lightly and stood. “Let’s head back,” he suggested, smiling.

She simply nodded, thinking of a million things she wants to say.

They made their way back to the bakery silently, breathing in the night air, gazing up at the stars. Once back at her door, Marinette faced Adrien and stuck her hand out for a friendly shake. “Thank you for tonight,” she said, back to her awkward self somewhat.

He smiled, remembering how their second meeting went something like this. He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he chose to press a kiss to the back of it. “Thank you for tonight,” he echoed. “I had a lot of fun.” He waved, and walked to his car.

He turned back for a final wave, and then entered the back. The car pulled away, leaving Marinette all alone in front of the bakery, still reeling from the kiss.

Marinette wanted to scream. The fine line she’d been jump roping with was now blurred together completely, and she wasn’t sure the butterflies in her stomach would ever go away.

And surprisingly, she found that she was completely okay with that.

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Adrinette April Day 6 - Anime

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Marinette yelped in surprise and staggered backwards as a car zoomed past her out of nowhere, the driver honking its horn angrily. Thankfully there was no more oncoming traffic, so she crossed the street once she’d gathered her thoughts, although she was still a bit shaken. She had overslept again that morning and was now trying to think of a new excuse to come up with for Miss Bustier (she was pretty sure that the toucan story she’d told last time hadn’t been convincing).

Luckily, however, Marinette managed to arrive at her form classroom with five minutes to spare. She sighed with relief, and was about to sit down when she saw that there seemed to be a bit of a commotion going on. Adrien and Nino were in the middle of a heated discussion (or was it… an argument? No, it couldn’t have been) while Alya sat watching them with a despondent look on her face.

“What’s going on?” Marinette whispered as she plonked herself down in her chair.

“They’re having a debate over which popular anime is ���superior’, apparently.” Alya replied. “Right now they’re torn between Sailor Moon and Naruto.”

Marinette frowned.

“Seriously? That’s not even a hard one! Sailor Moon is obviously better.”

She must have spoken a bit too loudly, because suddenly Nino and Adrien both turned round in their seats to look at her.

“You see? Even Marinette agrees with me!” Adrien declared proudly, smiling as if he had just been given a badge of honour. Nino gasped and pointed a finger at Marinette.

“I knew it! You are a magical girl enthusiast.” He said.

“What does that even mean?”

Adrien rolled his eyes and spoke up again.

“What’s so special about Naruto anyways? What do they do?”

“Dude, it’s literally about a kid who’s a ninja and dreams of becoming the leader of his village like his dad!” Nino said. “How is Sailor Moon better than that?”

Marinette was stumped - that did sound considerably better, to be fair. But Adrien was determined to get his point across.

“It’s got teens our age who have to protect the universe from evil with magic powers!” Adrien exclaimed.

“Plus it’s got really cool transformation sequences!” Marinette added, exchanging smiles with Adrien.

“Dude, there are tons of shows like that.” Nino said with a sigh. “Heck, we’ve got our own pair of magical girls right here in Paris.”

“There’s talking cats, too. Not to mention plenty of romance.” Adrien added on, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at the word ‘romance’. Marinette giggled while Nino just gave him a confused look.

“I love you, man, but sometimes I really don’t understand your taste…”

Adrien laughed and bent down to open his schoolbag; a second later he pulled out a pencil along with a small notepad.

“Tell you what,” he said, “we’ll do a show of hands, and whichever anime gets the most votes wins. Does that sound fair?”

Marinette and Nino both nodded, and watched Adrien as he scribbled down the names of both shows with a gap in between for tally marks.

“Alright, first up is Sailor Moon. Any votes?”

As if on queue, Marinette raised her hand at the same time as Adrien, and he winked up at her as he put down two tally marks beside the words ‘Sailor Moon’. She blushed and averted her eyes to look out the window for a moment - never in all her life had she imagined being in a debate with Adrien, least of all a debate about anime.

“Ok, now Naruto. Have I got any more votes?”

Nino stuck his hand up and then looked at Alya expectantly.

“Nope, sorry! I refuse to be dragged into this.” She said, folding her arms and leaning back in her seat as if she was literally trying to distance herself from them. Adrien wrote down a single tally mark and put his notebook away, beaming with pride.

“Sailor Moon takes the win!”

He reached his hand out to offer Marinette a high five, which she returned, leaving her with butterflies in her stomach. She just touched his hand!

After the bell for the first class had rung and they had been registered, they all went out into the hallway and made their way to the room where their first lesson was. Suddenly, Marinette felt someone elbow her gently in the ribs, letting out a quiet yelp of surprise when she saw that it was Adrien.

“So, Marinette,” he began, “do you think I would be a good magical girl?”

She paused and began to imagine what Adrien would look like wearing a typical magical girl outfit, wondering what colour scheme would suit him best, when all of a sudden he struck a pose as if he was one of the Sailor Soldiers and had just transformed.

“How’s this?” He asked, putting on his best happy face. Marinette burst out laughing and shook her head at him.

“Very good.” She said. “You should consider trying it out sometime.”

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He Said 'I'd Love To' Chapter 11

@adrinetteapril Day 11 - Truth or Dare

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Marinette pointed a finger against her chin. “Truth.”

“Oh?” Adrien hummed. This was going to be a bit selfish of him, but… “What do you think of Chat Noir?”

Now, if someone were to tell Adrien from five minutes ago that such an innocent question would cause Marinette to go on a passionate rant, he probably would’ve laughed. Yet…

“And that’s not even mentioning the fact that he’s constantly putting himself in danger for Ladybug!”

Despite the flare in his cheeks, he managed to speak up. “W-wow, um… you must really admire him, huh?”

Marinette only flailed her arms. “Duh?!”