#post reveal love square

[halfahelix]

Marinette keeps stealing Adrien's so he got her a matching one 🥰

[byfulcrums]

Adrien: I bet I can jump from the Eiffel tower to the bakery.

Marinette: *Sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to doing her homework*

[tumble-witch]

Fun fact!

(she loves him just the way he is)

Here are some reaction pics because I love them so much. You can use them wherever as long as you credit me :)

[saytr]

They are so extra, and it is canon

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[bklily]

Evil Ladrien because i wish i was in Adrien's shoes

[mostmagical]

was in desperate need of some serotonin today, so here's some quick post-reveal bed-sharing

Words: 1K+ Summary:

Marinette wakes up to a bump in the night. It’s her boyfriend (and not in the way you’d think).

Thump.

The sound tore Marinette from her sleep. She shot straight up in bed, frantically scanning the area for danger. With a start, she realized she wasn’t in her room. Memories were returning slowly as she recalled deciding with Adrien to spend the night at his for once, both too tired after the long day to trek the extra few blocks to hers.

She gasped— Adrien. Her hand patted down the area to her immediate left, seeking his warmth where she was used to finding it. A steady rhythm from her heart beat against her rib cage as she turned to see his side of the bed empty.

“Oof,” a soft sigh breathed from the floor.

Marinette was leaning over the edge in a flash, finding her boyfriend rubbing his eyes as he slowly sat up.

“Adrien!” she gasped. “What happened? What are you doing?”

His eyes flickered to hers, bright even in the dark, and he chuckled. “I think” —his hand moved to massage his side, low by his hip— “it was a well-timed kick to my side.”

Her heart dropped in her chest. “What?”

He laughed again, pulling himself back onto the bed and taking her into his arms. “What kind of dream were you having, Buginette?” he asked. “Must have been pretty intense.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, pushing against his chest so she could continue looking into his face. Mirth danced through his green eyes. “Are you implying that I kicked you out of the bed?” she asked disbelievingly. “Why are you so calm about it?”

“Oh. It’s not the first time.”

“What?”

Adrien shrugged. “Well, usually, when we’re at your place, I just kinda end up pushed against the wall? The loft has that nice built-in baby gate, lucky for me. This is the first time I’ve actually fallen out.”

Her jaw dropped open. This was mortifying information to receive in the middle of the night. “Adrien,” she said sternly, taking his shoulders in her hands and staring intensely into his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me I kick you every night?”

“It’s not every night,” he replied dismissively. She gave him a look. “Okay, it is most nights, but still! Not every night!”

“I don’t care how often it is!” She shook his shoulders, his body pliantly rocking back and forth with her movements. “Why wouldn’t you tell me so I can stop? I must be ruining your sleep!”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled, the picture of innocence. “I think it’s cute.”

Marinette wanted to growl, but she knew it wouldn’t be nearly as intimidating as she wanted it to with the red she could feel all over her face. She groaned, dragging her hands down her cheeks until the skin stretched. “What’s wrong with you?”

Again, Adrien gathered her in his arms, this time with Marinette accepting the embrace. She curled up against his chest as she felt him press a delicate kiss to the crown of her head. “It’s an honor to be your punching bag,” he joked.

“Adrien,” she groaned, thunking her head against his shoulder, “shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“Wait, no, that makes me feel worse,” she hastened to say. “I need to apologize to you! I’m sorry.”

He chuckled again, his warm breath tickling her forehead as it passed through her hair. “Like I said, I really, really don’t mind.”

“Why don’t you mind?” She pouted, tilting her head up to look at him. “Doesn’t it wake you up?”

“Sometimes, yeah, but–” He sighed as he seemed to look for the right words. His mouth tilted in a half-smile. “I like knowing you’re still there with me.”

All the embarrassment drained out of her as she noticed his tone change. “Do you think I would go somewhere?”

“Technically, no,” he answered honestly, “but sometimes… in the back of my mind…”

She frowned. “You get anxious.”

He took in a breath. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Marinette wrapped her arms around his midsection, pressing her face into his worn cotton t-shirt. He smelled of citrus and the fresh linen scent of her Maman’s favorite laundry detergent, making her smile. He smelled of home.

“I’d never leave you, Adrien,” she murmured.

“I know.”

“Especially not in the middle of the night.”

He laughed. “I know.” His arms tightened around her as he laid their bodies back down against the pillows. “We’re a package deal. A bonded pair.”

“Exactly,” she huffed. Leaning up on one arm, she poked him in the chest. “But you really should have told me I was kicking you in my sleep. I feel like a jerk.”

“A cute jerk.”

“Stop calling it cute!”

He waggled his eyebrows as he grinned at her. “It’s not my fault that everything you do is cute.”

She growled frustratedly. She wanted to be angry, but instead she pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re so annoying.”

“Annoying and cute?”

Rolling her eyes, she leaned back onto his chest. “Yes,” she huffed.

Adrien laughed again, the sound reverberating in her eardrum. She loved the quiet moments like this where she could hear everything— his laugh, his breaths, his heart beating in his chest. The arm wrapped around his middle tugged him closer, and in response he squeezed her tighter against him.

“Seriously,” she mumbled, “wake me up next time. I don’t want to kick you out of bed.”

“It’s really not a big deal,” he whispered back. She opened her mouth in protest, but he spoke again before she could, “Sometimes it’s just a little nudge. Like this:” His foot connected with her shin under the blankets, gently pushing against her with featherlight pressure.

“Oh.”

“See? Nothing.”

“But–”

“And the kicking,” he interrupted, knowing exactly what she was going to say, as always, “I don’t mind, because I can always tell when you’re having a dream. And I like knowing that.” His thumb was brushing over the exposed skin on her shoulder, lulling her back towards sleep.

Against the siren song, she shook her head. “Still, if you ever want to wake me up– even just to talk, I want you to wake me up,” she whispered.

“Now, I know that’s sleep-Marinette talking.”

She would have rolled her eyes if she thought he could see it. “Ha ha,” she said sarcastically. “I mean it. I’d gladly lose a couple hours’ sleep for you.” She turned her head to press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “Especially knowing you would for me.”

“I would. Anytime.”

“I know.”

“Okay,” he mumbled into her hair, his lips brushing her scalp, “I’ll try not to let you attack me inexorably again.” She heard him breathe deeply, his chest expanding beneath her head.

“You’re lucky I’m so tired right now, kitty cat,” she mumbled, her eyes sliding shut.

“Yeah, I really am. I love you."

"Love you too..." she managed before sleep pulled her back in, warm in Adrien’s arms.

[xcatmo]

finally get to share my piece for @adrinettezine! they're my silly little guys I'm so glad I got to draw them 🥺

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

Pre-reveal, post-relationship lovesquare is so insane if you think about it. You have Adrinette who are in a happy committed relationship but are both internally panicking about the fact that they keep a secret identity hidden from their beloved boy/girlfriend. You have Ladrien, where Ladybug is pining away secretly for the boy she’s already dating and Adrien can’t understand why his heart feels weird whenever he’s around his good friend and partner (that he definitely doesn’t have unresolved feelings for). You have Marichat where Chat Noir is struggling not to show his heart eyes to his girlfriend, while Marinette is doing her utmost to make sure she doesn't tell him she still thinks about their kiss (for absolutely no reason at all). And then you have Ladynoir who keeps having arguments over who has the better boy/girlfriend and who loves them more and at the same time are certainly not feeling jealous because they are very happy for their partner to be in a committed relationship with someone who isn’t them, yep completely and totally happy...

[the-commonplace-book]

🐾 Joyeux Noël 🐞

It was a delight drawing this gift for @monpetitchattriste for this year's Miraculous Ladybug Secret Santa Exchange ( @mlsecretsanta ) Hope this can bring you some joy 💕 I wanted to go for almost an episode end card feel

[frostedpuffs]

He smiled. Recognition dawned in his eyes. "I'll never forget the day we met. I thought you hated me at first." She placed her hand over his, running her fingers along his knuckles. "I could never hate you." "I know. It was just a misunderstanding." Their fingers entwined. He raised her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. "I remember the moment you agreed to be my friend as clearly as if it were yesterday. I didn't even care about the rain. I was getting soaked, and it was cold, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was you. You were the first friend I'd made all on my own, you know." Warmth bloomed in Marinette's chest. Her mouth curled into a lopsided smile. "I still have the umbrella. You never asked for it back. It's the only one I ever use, now." "You've kept it all these years, huh?" "Of course I have." She met his gaze. "I treasure it." "Treasure it?" He chuckled. "It's an umbrella, chérie." "It's not about the umbrella. It's about how it made me feel." "And how did it make you feel?"

REJOICE! the idiots to lovers are finally dating

[coffeebanana]

Fic Summary:

"Adrien's in the hospital." Woken in the dead of night by a series of frantic phone calls, Marinette finds herself confronted with one of her worst fears. Next thing she knows, she's boarding a bus from New York to Montreal instead of flying home for winter break, contemplating how's she's going to navigate living with Adrien—who definitely wants nothing to do with her since the break up—for the indefinite future. Adrien just wants to find the energy to convince Marinette he's fine—that she can leave. Because having her here hurts too much, and he's better off alone. At least, that's what he tells himself. They're an ocean away from home, stuck together in a one-bedroom apartment, in a city suffocated by snow. The distance between them has never felt so insurmountable. But maybe there's hope after all.

[seas-of-silver]

Did the doctor say "triplets"?!🤭

‘Did the doctor say "triplets"?!’ Rose burst excitedly as Adrien and Marinette walked through the door of Alya and Nino’s home for their monthly Akuma Class (and friends) game day. ‘Oh, please let it be triplets!’

‘Wha-’ Marinette began.

‘No, I’m sure it’s twins,’ Mylène cut in, just as animatedly as Rose was.

‘Guys, it could be a single child,’ said Marc calmly.

‘Or quadruplets,’ Nathaniel suggested teasingly, earning him a playful elbow from Marc and a squeal of delight from the girls.

‘The real question is whether it’s a boy or a girl,’ interjected Kim.

‘And if there’s more than one, how many of which gender!’ added Ivan, looking over his shoulder. ‘Max?’

Max was sitting at the kitchen counter, paper everywhere, pen scribbling, and tapping away at the calculator. ‘Hang on. I’m almost done my calculations - Markov’s just getting me more information on their genetic history.’

‘How-’ Adrien started.

‘What about you, Alix?’ Luka prompted.

‘Hey, don’t look at me,’ Alix replied, holding her hands up by her head. ‘Even if I do know, I can’t tell you.’

Everyone grumbled at that.

‘Guys, what’s going on?’ Adrien asked, finally getting their friends’ attention.

‘We are speculating on the quantity and gender of yours and Marinette’s unborn child/children,’ Kagami informed them.

‘Right… and why now?’ questioned Marinette.

‘Because you two went to the doctors,’ answered Félix, as if that explained everything.

Marinette frowned and folded her arms. ‘And how did you find out we were at the doctors?’

Their friends went silent, but their eyes flickered, glanced, or even outright stared at Nino, who looked everywhere except at his best friends.

‘Seriously, Nino?’

Nino winced at Marinette’s unimpressed tone.

‘All I said was that you guys would be late because you had an appointment before coming over!’ he defended.

Marinette turned her gaze to Alya, who nodded.

‘It’s true,’ Alya confirmed. ‘They just took it and ran with it.’

‘But how could we not?’ piped up Socqueline. ‘We had our catch-up brunch pushed back to a late lunch because you weren’t feeling well, and when we did meet, you hardly touched the cold meats and cheeses like you normally would!’

‘Couldn’t that just be because she still wasn’t feeling well?’ Juleka muttered.

‘And Adrien has been super protective over you for the last few months,’ Zoe stated.

‘But isn’t that because of the threats she was getting from that competing designer from the competition held earlier this week?’ Sabrina asked curiously.

‘Geez, who’s side are you two on?’ Rose huffed petulantly at Juleka and Sabrina; the two merely shrugging in response.

‘Let’s just calm down, okay? We’ll tell you what happened,’ Adrien soothed, sharing a look with Marinette, and everyone settled down - even Max stopped his calculating and Markov stuck his head out of the study to listen in.

‘We went to the optometrist,’ Marinette began, and she could already see interest drop, ‘because Adrien wanted to make sure he wouldn’t need glasses like Gabriel did-‘

‘Booooooo! Gabriellll!’ came the predictable jeers from their friends. Ever since the truth was revealed about Adrien’s father, all their friends rallied around him in support, offering food, shelter and safe spaces for Adrien to find comfort in, which meant a lot to him.

‘-and we found out that Adrien’s vision is perfectly fine!’

Mutterings of how that was good news filled the room, but it was clearly not the content they were hoping for.

‘So that’s where we were this morning,’ Adrien said to their despondent crowd. ‘Oh, and we also visited Maman and Papa at the bakery to pick up the pastries for our meet-up, and to tell them they’ll be grandparents to a little boy in six months time.’

Marinette watched as their friends’ eyes widened when their words sunk in, and covered her ears and laughed at the chaos and screams of joy that exploded from their friends.

~/~

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[aalissy]

Boyfriend and Girlfriend

Whoohoo!! We are done with chapter 24! I really hope you like it <3. If you do, lemme know what you think!

AO3

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was his girlfriend. He was her boyfriend. Even just that thought had a thrill running up Adrien’s spine. 

It had been a whirlwind of emotions when he realized his feelings for her. Suddenly, he had begun sneaking quick, shy glances back at her from his seat in front of her in class, wondering if it was still possible for her to feel the same. Eventually, though, with his heart pounding Adrien confessed just how much he adored her that fateful day in her room. And, though he had been terrified at her initial rejection, they managed to figure out that they both did have feelings for the other and began dating. 

And, now, as they walked hand in hand through the bustling streets of Paris, Adrien couldn’t help but to squeeze Marinette’s hand, who was practically glowing with happiness. She looked absolutely gorgeous and not for the first time did he end up wondering how it could have possibly taken him as long as it did to realize his true feelings for her.

They had planned a picnic in the park, a simple yet meaningful date to celebrate their newfound relationship. Marinette had packed some of their favorite sandwiches and pastries from the bakery, knowing his love for all of the sweet, delicious baked goods her family made. As they settled on a cozy blanket under a blooming cherry blossom tree, Adrien couldn't contain his excitement.

"Marinette," he began, his voice filled with warmth and affection, "I never knew that being with you could make every moment feel like magic."

Marinette blushed, her eyes sparkling with love. "Adrien, you make even the simplest things feel extraordinary," she replied, reaching for his hand.

They spent the afternoon laughing, sharing stories, and stealing sweet kisses under the pink petals that danced in the breeze. Adrien couldn't help but feel grateful for every twist of fate that had led him to Marinette. She was not just his girlfriend; she was his soulmate in laughter, in dreams, and in love.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city, Adrien knew that this moment would be etched in his heart forever. With a smile that mirrored the setting sun, he whispered, "I love you, Marinette."

And in that moment, surrounded by the beauty of Paris and the warmth of their love, Marinette whispered back, "I love you too, Adrien. Always and forever."

They both giggled, their eyes sparkling at each other. Slowly, their laughter subsided into a comfortable silence as they watched the sun's descent, painting the sky pretty shades of orange and pink. Adrien leaned closer to Marinette, his heart beating in sync with hers. He could feel the warmth of her presence, the softness of her breath mingling with his.

"Adrien," Marinette whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Adrien turned to her, their eyes meeting in a moment that felt suspended in time. Without a word, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks. Marinette's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into his touch, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, their lips met in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the love, passion, and longing that they had both kept hidden for so long. Adrien felt as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only Marinette and the overwhelming sensation of feeling completely and utterly in love.

The cherry blossoms above them seemed to whisper secrets of romance, their petals falling like confetti as they scattered around them. Adrien deepened the kiss, his heart overflowing with joy and gratitude as he tilted his head.

When they finally parted, their eyes met once again, conveying everything they couldn't put into words. Marinette's cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, her gaze filled with unspoken affection.

"I never want this moment to end," Adrien confessed, his voice soft yet full of conviction.

"Me neither," Marinette replied, her fingers intertwining with his. "Being with you feels like a dream."

As they watched the sun disappear beyond the horizon, Adrien knew that their love was as timeless as the city of Paris itself. Hand in hand, they stayed embraced in each other's warmth, knowing that they had found something truly special in each other's hearts.

[miabrown007]

Blinding Lights

Marinette knew that moving together with Adrien would have its own challenges, but she never anticipated that they would be having their first serious argument as a couple in the first week. Over a cardinal question of their living situation, no less. She has her own reasons, of course, but she just can’t fathom Adrien’s motive for fighting tooth and nail against her on this issue of utmost importance. Nevertheless, she is more than confident in her stance, and willing to defend it until her last breath. Whatever it takes, the fairy lights. Have. To. Go.

in collaboration with @frostedpuffs for the @adrinettezine. thank you for the flawless zine experience! <3

Blinding Lights (1,979 words, General, 1/1 chapter)

Marinette never in her life thought that her first argument with Adrien as a couple would go like this. Of course, they have had their fair share of squabbles during the years, as can be expected of longtime friends—turned superhero partners—turned lovers, but those were never serious, never something worth raising their voice over. But now—

Now Adrien is acting ridiculous.

He is standing over their last unpacked cardboard box in the middle of their new apartment, and his whole face pinches up in a frown as he throws his arms open. “I’m just saying that we should keep it. It is perfectly functional; it isn’t like we have a reason to throw it away,” he says, rather reasonably, even if a little forcefully.

He attempts to take the ball of irremediably tangled cords—on better days known as the fairy lights from her room back at the bakery—from her.

Marinette, rather reasonably, draws away to put the ball out of his reach and clutches it tightly to her chest. Maybe if she holds it tight enough, the damned paper triangles will dent—even better, rip—and she can be done with this ridiculous conversation. “And I’m just saying that we should just get a new set. Really, how much can it be? Like 10€?”

Adrien groans, dragging his hand down his face before meeting her eyes once more. “It isn’t about the price. It’s about the—” he bites his lip, but it’s only for a second—probably not enough time for him to come up with what it really is about. “It’s about our carbon footprint.”

[read the whole fic on AO3]

[potatobugz]

i have so so many thoughts about barracuda and my jsab headcanons bouncing around in my brain. please take these silly doodles

[chatnia-starlight]

Hi! Could you do #50? "Distracting you while you're trying to do something because I want attention" kiss

Thanks!

Sorry for not answering sooner anon, I was gonna and then life busy and then I thought I had answered and turns out I hadn’t anyways: 

#50 "Distracting you while you're trying to do something because I want attention" kiss

The city lights looked beautiful and the night breeze was light and nice. Ladybug was sitting on top of a building somewhere in the city, she had lacked inspiration lately for her designs and as Ladybug she had access to a beautiful view where no one could bother her. Or almost no one. 

She’d been completely absorbed into her sketchbook, captivated by the night, enjoying the breeze that she really didn’t hear him arrive. She only noticed his presence once he leaned over her shoulder. 

“Watcha doing up here?” his tail was swaying back and forth, the tip of the belt making a soft sound against the rooftop flooring. 

She continued sketching and when she lifted her pencil to look at her drawing from a bit more distance she answered. “I was just looking for some inspiration, how’d you find me?”

“I went looking for you at your place and you weren’t there” he sat beside her leaning to her side, rubbing his shoulder and side against her like an actual cat. 

She kept idly drawing, working on the details of a dress, and didn’t answer until she had to lift her pencil to erase a line she didn’t quite like. “I thought your photoshoot was gonna end late” 

“It did.” He made a pause to lean between her and her sketchbook “How long have you been out here?” He stayed there, his eyes looking to both of hers, she could see the tiny movement from side to side as he looked at one and then the other. 

His gaze was intense, it made her blush and it made it hard to breathe. She gently pushed him out of the way, as she leaned back, to gain some personal space again and looked away to recover her breath. 

“So…?”  he said looking for her face again

She looked at him but didn’t lean in, she was trying real hard to not let him get to her. “So… what?”

He chuckled at that. “Are my eyes that distracting, m’lady?” 

She opened and closed her mouth trying to answer before giving up and decided to just pout at him. 

“You look so cute when you’re flustered, you know?” he said while looking at her with that gorgeous smile and that look that always made her melt into a puddle of goo. 

Since her brain and mouth had apparently lost connection, she decided to go back to her sketchbook, maybe ignoring him was a better answer than to keep staring at his stupidly beautiful face. 

“Aww, what’s wrong my lady? Cat caught your tongue?” 

“I am trying to work on my designs, and I came up here so I wouldn’t be bothered” She added a huff at the end, to make it clear she was upset, although her smile and blushing revealed she in reality was not. 

She went back to her sketchbook hopeful that he’d let her work. For a moment all she could hear was the quiet murmur of the wind and his tail swaying against the floor. 

Until he appeared once more between her and her sketchbook. “and I, am trying to get my girlfriend to pay attention to me”

“Well I am busy”

“But you’ve been working for a while now, you should stop and pay attention to me”

“I have not” she crossed her arms.

“It’s almost midnight” he said with a deadpan face.

She squinted her eyes at him and picked up her yoyo to check the time. When she saw he was saying the truth she gasped. “I need to finish this design anyway” With that, she once again went back to her designs. 

He came closer and grabbed her face with a hand under her chin, making her look up at him. “You really are stubborn” he made a pause coming closer until she felt his breath above hers. “But I’m stubborn too, you know.” and with that she finally gave in and kissed him. 

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