#pots adrien agreste

[miinxxo]

Pots chat returns and is more lightheaded than ever

[wisteriasymphony]

pots noir fanfic real??????

[frostedpuffs]

"I hate summer," she whined, flopping against the backrest of the chair. "It's so hot."

With the faint sheen of sweat coating her exposed skin, she almost appeared to be sparkling in the sunlight.

"Yeah, you are," replied Adrien.

Her eyes met his. With a light flush spreading across her cheeks, she stared.

"I mean—!" His heart skipped a beat as he blushed furiously. "I mean it is. The weather. It's…hot."

“O-oh,” she said. “Yeah.”

i cant promise that eating a peach is actually as sexy as i described it here

[phosphorus-noodles]

had a thought last night and am now considering the possibility of toh au joel being raised by lesbians. probably nature wives

[ckneal]

It would have been cute if Adrien had kept that pottery wheel Marinette gave him in season 4. He seemed genuinely interested in it, and we could have had this delightful progression of ugly little armature pottery filling up the Agreste mansion from that point onward.

It could have started in Adrien’s room at first, with just a few little bowls and misshapen vases appearing on his coffee table and nightstand. But then by season five, they’re in the kitchen and living room. Eventually, they’re all over Gabriel’s studio because Nathalie knows that he hates the ugly little things, because they are mediocre products of a hobby that Gabe did not approve for his son, but he knows that if he says a word about it she will snap him like twig over one of her robot legs.

And then one day, Chat Noir gifts one of these little pots to Ladybug. Because she’s his best friend, but also because Adrien is seriously running out of space but is having too much fun with his pottery wheel to stop making them. And while Ladybug does give him a cursory speech about how they really shouldn’t be giving each other gifts, she accepts it, because it’s season 5, and she has a crush by this point. 

And depending on whether Adrien had gotten into glazing and firing his pottery by this point, maybe he even added a little yellow rose to the pot to symbolize friendship. And a little black cat, because you know. He’s him. (And the two would not be at all in proportion to one another.)

Then weeks later, when Adrien just happens to be hanging out at his girlfriend’s place, he happens to glance over at her sewing table and sees a familiar little pot holding a bunch of spare bobbins and fabric scraps. And then his head explodes. 

[ggomos-maribat]

Soul-Stitching: The Heir and the Guardian

Masterlist

Chapter 2: the innocent and the guilty | AO3

CW: Mentions of trauma, childhood trauma, and bullying

This is in no way an accurate depiction of a real court trial!! My inspiration comes from k-dramas, Ace Attorney, Danganronpa and Legally Blonde!! Similarities to real-life cases a purely coincidental!! Thank you!!

It is often noticed by any visitor of Paris that the city has changed in the few years of war with a magical terrorist. The sullen mood is palpable, even more so as citizens begin to file into the Court of Cassation. The fight with Hawkmoth has concluded since one year ago already, yet the topic is rarely brought up, only made known through hushed whispers. At least, that is what Clark discovers after spending a casual day in the city. 

He adjusts his glasses whilst looking up at the graying pillars of the building. It's an important case to cover, both as a reporter and a member of the Justice League—easily two birds with one stone. Clark is no Bruce Wayne but he can be a detective of his own. That's what a journalist is already, anyways. And judging by the flock of Parisians entering, it seems that this trial is important to them. He sees faces of unspoken trauma, some out for a sort of vengeance, some quietly remembering what it was like during the reign of akumas. When he finally takes his seat inside the grandiose courtroom, there is nothing but an air of somberness. 

The layout is as per usual: the judge high up, front and center; a witness stand beside him; a jury off to the side; and two tables on opposite sides for defense and prosecution. The things most different are the bulky cameras standing at the edge of the room, manned by the local reporters to document the entire thing. The important people have not arrived, however, and in the meantime, Clark decides to scribble on a small notebook. 

The facts of the case are baffling, persuading Clark that he has to see the trial himself. To make a sound judgment, he doesn't need only evidence but the people's opinion as well. 

A sharp hush washes over the courtroom as the double doors at the front open up. The judge, a sharp-nosed old man, heads the parade, followed by the prosecution and the defendant escorted by police and the bailiff. The accused walks with conserved grace although her hands are bound in thick handcuffs. The prison uniform falls loosely around her thin frame as she looks around curiously. 

“Monsieur Blanchard.” The judge pinches the bridge of his nose. “Where is our defendant's lawyer?” 

“It seems that Kingston has backed out of this one, Your Honor,” Blanchard replies, not hiding a snicker in his tone. 

“Then who—” 

“Wait, wait, I'm here!” The doors from the back fly open, turning many heads. In runs not the pot-bellied Kingston, but instead a young man fixing his tie with one hand and carrying a bulky briefcase in the other. 

“I'm here. Sorry I'm late.” The man smiles sheepishly, as if he had just been tardy for a class. But his grin is unfairly charming, shining brightly like the sun. 

“A—Adrien Agreste?” The judge does a double take. “You are the defense attorney?” 

“Yes sir.” Adrien’s grin widens. He proudly shows off the badge clipped to his suit, and a license that Clark is certain is fake. “It's my first ever case but I hope I do well.” 

Murmurs go over the crowd. 

Even the defendant herself looks genuinely surprised at his presence. 

Clark doesn't know if the judge is an idiot, or just doesn't want to prolong the trial any further, but the old man simply accepts Adrien's position as the defense representative. Meanwhile, Adrien is still beaming—not even in the confident manner like in the belief that his win is guaranteed. His expression is quite innocent, like he doesn't quite grasp how heavy the situation is. 

“We will begin now.” The judge swings his gavel. “Respectable citizens of Paris, we are gathered here today to hear the case of Mlle. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who is on trial for terrorizing the city for six long years as the supervillain Hawkmoth. The prosecution may now give its opening statement.” 

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Blanchard clears his throat. “On the eighteenth of June there was a series of calls coming from Rue Lepic, reporting suspicious behavior from an apartment complex. Specifically, bright beams of ‘magical’ light, multiple loud noises, and white butterflies coming out of a window. This suspicious person was found to be Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, an occupant of the unit in the fifth floor, however upon the inquiry of the police she was uncooperative. After multiple complaints, a search warrant was ordered and police found multiple pieces of evidence in Mlle. Dupain-Cheng's apartment.” 

“If you direct your attention to the screen here . . .” Blanchard motioned with his hand. “We found several blueprints depicting ‘an underground butterfly lair’, a list of akumatized civilians, and detailed plans to obtain Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculi. Ladies and gentlemen, I don't think much explanation is needed; the defendant is undoubtedly the villain Hawkmoth!” 

An uproar reverberates in the courtroom which the judge silences again. 

“That does seem conclusive.” The judge nods. “Does the defense have anything to say?” 

“Yes.” Adrien takes the floor, holding up a piece of paper and putting one hand on his hip. “I think we're missing one big point here.” He points at the TV screen, which switches to a masked photo of Hawkmoth. “This is Hawkmoth! He's a grown man and no way a young woman, much less my client. You say that you found evidence in my client's apartment, which could just be circumstantial evidence. The butterflies? My client might be an entomologist.” 

“I must object, Monsieur Agreste, but these are baseless arguments.” Blanchard raises an eyebrow. “We all know that the miraculi grant a ‘glamor’, a magical protection that makes holders unidentifiable with the mask on. This has been explained by Ladybug and Chat Noir a few times, and we have also witnessed its concealing power when their ally holders were revealed by Miracle Queen.” 

The mustached prosecutor huffs. “And as far as I have gathered, the defendant does not dabble in entomology. Rather, she's had a keen interest in fashion designing.” 

“As seen in the revealed holders’ profiles, the glamor does hide their identities but it does not change, in any way, their build, gender, and age,” Adrien argues. 

“Even so, we cannot be certain that the defendant is not behind the terrorist's mask. The magic must work in ways we do not understand; Mlle. Dupain-Cheng must have manipulated her appearance to a greater degree. The other documents—the blueprints and plans, are the supporting pieces of evidence.” 

“That's another point I want to make,” Adrien begins, “There is limited information about the miraculi that is publicly known. We're going off by statements Ladybug and Chat Noir have made previously, but you cannot convict anyone of being Hawkmoth without their presence right here, since only they can give the confirmation about who's the villain and who's not.” 

The crowd stirs at the mention of the two heroes, which Blanchard seemingly notes. “Unfortunately, those two have gone missing in action ever since Hawkmoth ceased attacks one year ago, effectively denying the people of Paris a formal declaration of the end of the battle as well as the identity of the villain. Ergo, we truly do not know if they've defeated him, if he was rightfully punished, or if he had only retreated into the shadows without the heroes ever finding his real identity.” He scoffs. “But today, we have a suspect and clear evidence right in front of us. Why must we wait for these ‘heroes’ before we act?” 

Half of the people make sounds of agreement, while others direct their annoyance at the defense attorney. For the umpteenth time, the judge brings down his gavel. 

“Yes,” the judge sighs, “Monsieur Agreste, we have tried coordinating with the mayor to contact Ladybug and Chat Noir for this case, however there is no sign of them. Our concern in this case is the defendant's identity regardless of whether the heroes would deem her guilty.” 

“But—” 

“If you have a way to bring the heroes to the witness stand, I will be happy to postpone this trial.” 

Adrien pouts and shakes his head, clearly unequipped with such a method. 

“The prosecution will now present further arguments.” 

“Very well, Your Honor.” Blanchard sweeps his gaze towards the other table. “I would like to call the defendant, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, to the witness stand.” 

Everyone watches the petite girl as she is guided to the stand beside the judge and swear the oath. Unlike the majority in the position of an accused, she doesn't wear a gloomy face, or worry, or fear. Marinette's expression is just . . . unfazed. Almost cheery, even. In addition to that, she's eerily calm—no nervous ticks or excessive babbling. 

“Mlle. Dupain-Cheng.” An air of exasperation surrounds Blanchard when he stands in front of the defendant, as if he has gone through this a thousand times. “Will you be cooperative in answering my few questions for you?” 

She gives a small smile. A smile. “Yes, of course. I'll try my best.” 

“Right . . .” Blanchard reads off a piece of paper. “First, regarding Monsieur Agreste's statement. Have you been practicing entomology recently?” 

Her eyebrows furrow. “No, not really. I've just been designing.” 

“In that case, how would you explain the butterflies witnessed by your neighbors and found in your apartment?” 

“I've been keeping them there.” 

“For what purpose?” 

“I can't tell you.” 

Blanchard doesn't say anything, as a way of telling everyone: ‘see how difficult it is to get through her?’ He switches to another topic. “How do you explain the blueprints and akuma plans found in your apartment? They tie you directly to Hawkmoth.” 

“Yes, they're incriminating, aren't they?” Marinette chirps. “But you should understand that I can't tell you the reasons. They're just there.” 

“Are you Hawkmoth?” 

“No, of course not.” 

“Do you have anything to say to at least prove you're not? Evidence?” 

She thinks for a moment. “Something tangible? No, nothing I can show you.” 

“Do you have companions in your apartment who may have planted those papers?” 

“No, I live alone.” 

Blanchard turns to the judge. “As you can see, the defendant denies the accusation, but ambiguously. Since she doesn't provide a clear alibi, we can only rely on the current evidence which points to her guilt.” 

Marinette is quickly ushered away from the witness stand and Adrien is given his turn to speak again. 

“It is reasonable for my client to deny those accusations . . . because masquerading as a villain isn't her at all. Let me tell you that all of Marinette's friends and family will vouch for her kindness; in both le collège and le lycèe, she was an excellent student academically, and a dedicated volunteer in her extracurriculars. Not to mention, she regularly sells her creations for charity. If you look at her school records, her worst offenses are just tardies; she did have a case of theft which, under the proper investigation, you would find she was framed for and one instance of expulsion that was retracted. Nonetheless, this girl couldn't have been an emotional terrorist in any way.” Adrien takes a deep breath after his spiel. 

“There are other concerning points in her behavior. Several of her former classmates as well as her parents, have recounted Mlle. Dupain-Cheng disappearing at random times, which always coincided with the instances of akuma attacks,” Blanchard rebuts. 

“My client becomes anxious during akuma attacks. It's just a coincidence.” 

“Unfortunately, the defendant has been seen interacting with suspicious individuals as well.” Blanchard clasps his hands behind his back. “Your Honor, may I call another witness to the stand?” 

With the judge's permission, a civilian is called into the stand: a woman just about the defense's age, wearing a pencil skirt with her long sleek hair cascading down her back. Clark swears he hears Adrien mumble ‘ew, hell no’ using his superhuman hearing. 

“This is Mlle. Lila Bianca Rossi,” Blanchard introduces, “Former classmate and acquaintance to Mlle. Dupain-Cheng. She has some . . . notable observations about the defendant.” 

Now Clark knows he hadn't imagined Adrien's comment. The defense attorney has his jaw clenched tightly, with no concealed disdain for the witness. But Marinette's expression doesn't mirror his; she only has her head tilted in confusion. With a hint of amusement perhaps. 

“Mlle. Rossi, please enlighten us with the defendant's apparent change in behavior during collège and lycèe,” Blanchard requests. 

“I regret standing here to testify against my classmate.” Rossi throws a look of pity at Marinette, folding one hand on top of the other. “But she had this . . . this shift in attitude all of a sudden. I was a transfer student in our school, Francois Dupont. From the way our classmates looked up to Marinette, I can tell that she's the consistent role model. But then—no one knows why—but she suddenly became distant and irritable. She even verbally harassed some of us even if we didn't do anything to her.” 

“Is there anything about her that leads you to believe that she is Hawkmoth?” 

“I saw something, a couple of times, in the park near her family's bakery.” The witness frowns. “There's a strange car that passed by a bench she was sitting on and . . . it looked like she was talking to someone inside. It didn't look like any of our classmates’ cars, and they looked pretty secretive about it.” 

“Do you remember anything about these people who talked to the defendant?” 

Rossi taps her lips. “I'm sorry, monsieur, I don't remember very clearly. The first instance was a man . . . I think, and after that it was a middle-aged woman. I do remember the woman wearing glasses and this bird-shaped pin on her chest. It stood out against her blue jacket.” She fiddles with her thumbs. “At—at first, I didn't think much of it and I didn't want to pry into Marinette's business, but now that I think about it, it was very suspicious.” 

“Does this mean, Mlle. Rossi, that you speculate that woman to be Mayura?” 

“I—I can't say for sure, but if you ask me, that seems to be the most likely explanation.” 

Blanchard nods understandingly as more murmurs litter around from the audience. “For the information of everyone here, by the way, I have questioned the defendant about this matter prior to the trial. Like earlier, she denies everything the witness recounted.” 

He faces Adrien. “Even if it is ‘unlikely’ for someone like the defendant to become a villain, we should acknowledge that people can have ill intentions despite a saintly image. Moreover, even if Mlle. Dupain-Cheng is not Hawkmoth as you claim, it is an undeniable fact that she is associated with him.” 

Adrien heaves out a long sigh, stepping beside Blanchard in front of Rossi. “Monsieur Prosecutor, may I interrogate your witness?” 

Blanchard nods. “Be my guest. As long as she consents.” 

“Mlle. Rossi.” Adrien's tone drips with his strange dislike for the woman. “I don't even know how you ended up as a witness here and to be honest your crimes need a separate trial of their own—” 

This earns indignant gasps from the audience. 

“—but for now, let's dissect your testimony. You said you witnessed my client here speaking with suspicious people. When exactly was this?” 

“Lycèe. Seconde,” Rossi coolly replies. 

“Do you remember the appearance of the car that approached my client?” 

“It was black . . . fancy with tinted windows.” 

“A Bugatti, would you say?” 

“Yes, yes a Bugatti. I remember it was that kind of car.” 

A tight smile graces the lawyer's face. “What made the encounter you witnessed suspicious?” 

“Before the car came, Marinette kept looking around as if she didn't want anyone to see. I never heard what they were talking about, but it seemed pretty serious. They were always whispering and when the car left, Marinette pretended as if nothing happened and went straight to her house.” Rossi shifts around a little. 

“Is this your only basis for treating it as something suspicious?” 

“Well—” 

“Does that mean, Mlle. Rossi, that any two people conversing secretly are already planning magical terrorist attacks?” 

“I—I just thought it fits Marinette's identity as Hawkmoth!” Rossi defends. 

“It fits conveniently with that explanation, but it also fits with my explanation.” Adrien shrugs. “During this time, seconde—we were fifteen—my father, the designer Gabriel Agreste, started secretly commissioning the defendant here as a design collaborator for his brand. My father wanted to keep it under wraps because it's the only way to make her agree. Unfortunately, they can only discuss the details in person and through Father's assistant, Nathalie, because Mlle. Dupain-Cheng's email has been repeatedly hacked by her harassers and competition. They were particularly fond of taking the Bugatti around the city even if it was so conspicuous. If you request it, Your Honor, I can definitely retrieve the documents of that same agreement right now.” 

Clark notices that Adrien throws a pointed look at Rossi when he utters ‘harassers’. 

The judge hums. “We will cross check this as evidence later.” 

“Of course.” Adrien nods. “Now that we've established that Mlle. Rossi had just misunderstood the situation, I think she's now pretty useless as a witness. What do you have to say, Monsieur Prosecutor?” 

The judge quietly relays his disapproval at Adrien for being rude to the witness, but motions at Blanchard to speak. 

“I believe I've yet to present the most incriminating evidence.” The look in Blanchard's eyes is menacing. “This morning, we did one final search inside the defendant's apartment. And we found this.” 

The screen flashes to show a familiar purple brooch: two pairs of wings emerging from a shiny jewel. It draws out the loudest reaction from the audience yet. 

Adrien gawks and turns to his client, who shrugs and shakes her head. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Butterfly miraculous. The very magical artifact Hawkmoth used to control Paris with fear. We have found this in Mlle. Dupain-Cheng's bedroom and it has her fingerprints on it as well.” 

“How certain are you that it's the real thing?” Adrien questions, rubbing his head. 

“It is unusable at the moment. If you look closely, there is a crack at the bottom, which must be why it is deactivated,” Blanchard says, “We are in the process of reaching out to a magic user who can verify its properties.” 

“You have used the evidence and my client's past behavior as bases for her guilt, but I have a question for the prosecution.” The defense lawyer looks agitated now, as if the brooch is one thing he hasn't accounted for. “What could be my client's motive for terrorizing Paris? Why did she stop?” 

“As you saw earlier, the defendant can be quite uncooperative, so it's difficult to deduce a motive or an explanation for the disappearance for now. If you are so convinced that Mlle. Dupain-Cheng is not Hawkmoth, do you have another candidate for someone who might be?” 

Adrien shares a look with Marinette. “Um . . . er—no . . .” 

“Though I cannot present what her motive might be, I have a clue in the reasons behind Mlle. Dupain-Cheng's actions. Her resortion to villainy may be a product of repressed childhood trauma.” 

Adrien visibly stiffens and pales. 

“I have done my own investigation and found that Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain are not the defendant's biological parents,” Blanchard declares. “She was brought into the foster system at the age of eight, and then adopted at nine. According to her former psychologist, she does not have any memories prior to her relocation to Paris, which may be from a traumatic experience. It is not impossible, then, that she may have psychological . . . tendencies, prompting her manipulation of others’ emotions through the Butterfly miraculous.” 

“That's not—” 

“Definitive? I agree, but the chance is not zero.” 

--

Clark is stunned down to his core. The judge and the jury were unswayed by the defense's counter arguments—they had just declared Marinette guilty, and the length of her sentence is currently in the talks. He has watched the entire trial to gain clarity on the case, but he’s becoming more perplexed by the situation. Marinette Dupain-Cheng's behavior is already strange in itself, but so is Adrien's. It seems that he has purposely withheld information—he doesn't even try to argue with Blanchard's closing statements or fight for a lighter punishment. 

He adjusts his tie. He still can't wrap his head around a single girl terrorizing Paris for six years, but the evidence is pretty solid. And said girl doesn't even mind being thrown into prison at all. 

He even catches the conversation after the verdict was announced: Adrien apologizes to her, but she merely pats his back, smiles, and tells him that she's off to a long vacation. She says it so casually, that Clark doesn't believe it's a crazy woman speaking. 

Clark stands up to approach Blanchard and get a more detailed statement, but he suddenly stops in his tracks. 

He hears them before the doors burst open. Oh no. 

“We'll take her from here.” Batman strides into the courtroom, flanked by Wonder Woman, the Flash, Zatanna, and Green Arrow at his sides. 

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Fun Fact! Instead of Marinette, it was actually Adrien who started to dabble in entomology after Hawkmoth's defeat Taglist: @noisydreamlandkoala

[imthepunchlord]

Here's the thing, Felix is problematic yes but I didn't mind it??? It even made his character more interesting to me???

Some of it (like him trying to kiss ladybug) was just ew, but most of it was amazing??? He's basically the curious cat Adrian was supposed to be. Since he entered the story and stirred the pot, the show has been pushed forward so much!!!

He found out about everything happening in the Agreste mansion, was deeply horrified by most of it and at the end made a deeply selfish decision that benefits him. He then used his miraculous to go on a fucking power trip with a dance number to boot. And he's the fanon favorite to pit against any character as a competent, smart and classy opponent, no Lila dumb down magic or Chloe daddy's influence required.

He's awful but he's fun awful.

He is!

I have watched some clips of him, really only his intro ep, and yeah, he was really fun. it was the first time in a while I was having a blast watching a character on this show. I do think part of it is that he's the official first "mean boy" to come in, as a lot of the guys are sweet and charming, they do have their moments but it's not usually acknowledged to be an issue. Felix immediately sets that tone though of being an antagonist and not supposed to like him (which he's such a breath of fresh air, he was pretty enjoyable as a character).

Yeah, I wasn't crazy about him trying to kiss Ladybug without consent, but unfortunately that's something we just can't get away from given that Chat does try to move to kiss LB without consent, it's probably something Felix did in the PV days, and it's something older concept Marinette has tried to do as well.

But yeah, he also progressed things that no one has been able to do in 4 seasons, specifically Adrien who lives with the show's villain and discovered a Miraculous related book but never questions it. Come on, Adrien, what are you doing with your life?

So Felix progressing things was appreciated.

But there were a few things I didn't like.

One was canon Felix bringing in the concept of the feather babies, I really don't like the concept of the sentikids, especially with how they went about it. Given that Emilie we knew for sure was the only one using the Peafowl to make sentis, for a period of time, I was actually afraid of the possibility that Adrien and Kagami were going to technically be siblings as they came from the same creator. Also I got the impression that Emilie made herself twins, picked her favorite of the two, and passed the other onto her sister.

With nothing being clear on the feather babies for a while, there was so much "I don't like this" I was feeling.

Two were his actions in the s4 finale. Now, I didn't watch it, it's just based on what I've heard, which didn't include anything of his reasoning (if it was even given), but I felt it really clashed against Felix based around his first few eps, and defining him as a smart, clever character.

So Felix is defined by having a dislike of Gabriel, which is understandable given that Gabriel is an ass, didn't attend his brother-in-law's funeral and show support to extended family, and refused to hand back the family heirlooms that it sounds like Emilie just took and made to be their wedding rings. And then Felix finds out that Gabriel is HM, who threatens Felix and his family.

So, defining Felix to be smart and disliking Gabriel, does he:

A. Approach Ladybug/the heroes about this, as the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and it could be a quick way of getting Gabriel handled, or Felix could potentially get a Miraculous out of this given Ladybug has a record of handing out Miraculous and she gave one to freaking Chloe of all people despite nearly causing a train accident.

B. Make a very stupidly reckless deal with Gabriel, trading 15 Miraculous that he probably has limited knowledge on what they can do over for 1, which Gabriel will know he has, and just hold faith that Gabriel will not come after Felix with his 16 Miraculous to reclaim the one that is pretty OP and useful and he knows where it's located.

Hearing that Felix does B was very baffling. Especially as he does this after Gabriel has threatened him and has a magical jewelry to power him and have an edge over Felix, what Felix logically should do is find his own Miraculous ally or get a means to have a Miraculous himself to even the odds.

His best bet is with Ladybug, which I will say, she probably wouldn't trust him, but she's the safer option than believing he can make a deal with Gabriel and believing that Gabriel will keep his word. Which I know it seems like Gabriel catches Felix when he tries to steal the two brooches, which if that's when a deal was made, I would probably vote having Felix act as a double agent. Ease in the idea that he's going to help the heroes, but right now, the villain has a literal blade over his head.

Also, I feel like his actions done in the s4 finale, make a lot more sense if it was Lila. Lila who actually has a grudge against Ladybug and works with HM. It would be in her own interest to get HM those Miraculous, not Felix.

While I don't get the impression Felix has a grudge/dislikes Ladybug, even if he did, it just doesn't make sense for him to help Gabriel over her when she could be his greatest ally against his uncle.

I think he was a great and needed inclusion the first few eps, but s4 fianle and from what I hear s5, he wound up dropping the ball as a character. At least for me.

[sasuhinasno1fan]

A wish come true - Adrien AUGreste Day 1+2

@adrienaugust  Day 1! I decided to continue from last year's story 'A wish for a different life' but with a new twist, Adrien doesn't have the cat Miraculous just yet. You can go back and check out the 3 new chapters I posted on the previous story so it connects to this one. Since Lukadrien June didn't happen this year, I just wanted the excuse to have those two be adorable. Now, this isn't gonna be compliant past S3, so no Lila with a way to confusing life, or Jagged Dad or Sentimonster of main charaecters.

Feather

“Adrien? Sole, why is there a massive package from the craft store at our door?” Viola Rossi, Italian diplomat assigned to France to help with the Hawkmoth situation, struggled to close the door to the apartment she lived in with her son. “Caro, are you here?” it wouldn’t surprise her if he wasn’t. unlike usual times where Adrien was in a new location, he had a massive amount of people he hung out with, so normally he was home later. She herself was usually in the office, but she’d been allowed home early today. “Adrien?”

She walked into his room and found him asleep on the floor with 3 of his classmates. Marinette, Alya and Nino if she remembered correctly. Homework was strewn around the floor, looking mostly done. They’d formed an odd square, each using another person as a pillow; Adrien on Nino’s stomach, Alya resting on Nino’s outstretched arm, Marinette on Alya’s legs and Adrien’s own legs thrown over Marinette’s lap. She meant to leave them when Nino started to move, pulling his arm from under Alya. Like a domino effect, the four woke up, stretching and whining like a pile of kittens.

“Mama?” Adrien asked, noticing her by the door. “When did you get here? What time is it?”

“Only 5. I was able to leave early. If you kids aren’t needed at home right away, how about I make dinner for everyone?”

It took a second for everyone to actually focus but they all agreed. Adrien left his friends to continue waking up and cleaning up their mess and joined his mother in the kitchen.

“I think we have enough pasta for Carbonara. I’ve still got all the garlic one of my coworkers gave me, it’s a shame I don’t have the time to make focaccia. I guess I’ll just do garlic bread. Oh, Adrien, what was this package the front desk had me pick up?”

“Hmm?” Adrien asked, pulling down the bagged pasta, trying to remember where the pot disappeared to. “Oh, I had an order. Since Gabriel Agreste sent money to buy a whole new jacket his daughter ruined before it even got sent to the cleaners, I decided to use the money for my biggest cosplay yet.”

“And what is that?”

“It’s one I got Max to help me out with.”

Viola turned and looked at her son who seemed oh so focused on anything but her. He was hiding something. Not any normal teenager stuff, oh no. this had to do with his health. Adrien had a habit of hiding how he felt when he thought his parents were too busy. They’d gotten good at catching him early, but this wasn’t him hiding being sick.

“What’s in the box Adrien?”

The Italian boy flinched at the tone and turned to his mother. “About, 1000 feathers?”

“Adrien!”

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It was definitely one of the odder allergies his parents had heard of. Pigeons were in abundance in Italian streets, not to mention other birds. The smallest feather or one too close to him and Adrien would descend into a sneezing storm. Usually, an allergy pill would take care of the worst of it but all his doctors recommended he avoided feathers. As he got into cosplay, he learned that also meant most fake feathers. He tried to avoid using them in cosplays, sometimes not having a choice like for his Cardcaptor Sakura shoots, but with meds, a lot of eyedrops to hide the red eyes and copious amounts of tissues, he could get through them. dealing with nearly 1000 of them to create opening and closing wings for a Queen Serenity cosplay? Adrien was going to count his luck if he didn’t die.

                                                __________________

“Achoo!” Adrien blew his nose, turning the fan in his room to face him, as Max set up the backpack for him. Only the first row of both wings had been finished and today was to check if they could open without them getting tangled.

“Alright. Here’s the backpack.” Max said, handing him the metal box with straps. It was missing the wing pieces, which Adrien was fine with. Anything to keep from dying quicker. Once he had it on his shoulders and secured around his waist, he held his breath as Max fit the poles into the back, listening to them click in place. Once he found his centre again with the new weight, Max clicked something on his laptop and after a moment and some mechanical wiring, the wings started to move, unfurling. The movement of it wasn’t as opulent yet with only a row of feathers each, but still. Adrien could just imagine how it would look with his white gown and wig.

“Achoo! Oh, fuck!” his sneeze tilted him forward and with the wings, there was no stopping it. he landed on a squishy surface instead of his bedroom floor. It took a bit of finagling to get the wings out of his way, but he saw he landed on one of his beanbags.

“Sorry. There was no way I was going to be able to catch you so I did something else.” Max said, patting the end of the beanbag.

“No, you’re – achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Oh god, get these off of me!”

Adrien wasn’t waving the white flag just yet, he just needed to breath air for a second. He could do this. he would do this.

He could tell his friends were going to judge him so hard at the end of this.

                                         __________________

Luka smiled as the door to Adrien’s apartment opened and there he stood. His boyfriend flashed him a smile and moved back to let him in. He stepped inside, ready to press a kiss on Adrien’s cheek, if only to see him turn red like he did the first time when Adrien sneezed, turning his head so he didn’t sneeze on him. 

“You ok?” Luka asked, slightly concerned.

“Yep.” he said, nodding before sneezing again at least 3 times in a row. Luka raised an eyebrow with a look on his face that said he didn’t believe him. “Maybe. I might have a minor allergy to feathers.”

Luka looked down at the bag he was asked to pick up on his way over of white feathers.

“Adrien,” he started.

“You sound like my mama.” he said before he sneezed again. “The wings are almost done and Marinette agreed to keep them at her place. Achoo!” Adrien sniffed, taking in the raised brow of Luka. “I swear it’s not nearly as bad as you think.” he sneezed once more, sniffing and groaning.

“You make a compelling case.” Luka said sarcastically. 

Adrien stuck his tongue out, before sneezing again, covering his mouth and yelping when he bit his tongue. “Not a word.” he spoke from behind his hands, watching Luka’s brow raise again.

“You’re cute.” Luka couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, I'll put this in your room and we can take a walk so you can breathe.”

“Fine.” but Adrien wasn’t going to complain. He was getting to the point of needing to scratch his eyes out. But it was fine. He could do this.

                                            ________________

He could not do this. He was half hanging out of his window, as far as he could get from the wings. Why did he think he could do this? He should have just commissioned Max and Marinette to make them and deal with fittings and then the final photoshoot.

“Hello?” Marinette answered from the other end of the phone.

“Mari.” he whined.

“Oh boy. Waving the flag huh?”

“Can you please help me finish them? I will pay you; I just can’t do this anymore.”

Marinette sighed, “If anything, you actually won me money. I bet Alya you last until this week. She thought you would have given up before.”

He’d be insulted but after sneezing again and struggling to not drop his phone, he didn’t care.

“You poor thing. I’ll be over soon and I'll have some of my dad’s cookies.”

“Thank you.” he whimpered, near tears.

“But what the heck are you going to do come shoot day?”

“I…don’t know. Suffer?”

“Adrien.” she groaned. 

That was starting to get insulting. Everyone kept saying his name like he was supposed to know better. Ok, yeah, he did but they also knew how he got when making cosplays. Marinette acted the same with her designs.

“Don’t lecture me, just, please come quick.”

“Alright, alright. I’m on my way.” 

she hung up and Adrien dropped his phone on the floor of his room before hiding his face in his arms. He hadn’t mentioned to others he had planned a cosplay of the Wind Card, who was covered in feathers. He was really going to need to come up with an alternative. Which involved research that he’d totally do after his head stopped spinning.

The final product had better be perfect.

                                        ___________________

“Remind me to thank Chloe.” Adrien said, tugging at his wig, trying to fix it.

Chloe, in an attempt to be nicer, had heard Adrien trying to finalize a location for his shoot and offered to get him half an hour in front of Notre Dame before construction continued for the day. He was confused as to why she was going out of her way to be nicer on her own, as she hadn’t really been even after the Naruto shoot, but he decided to not question it.

His friends had given up part of their morning, early morning to be more accurate, to help him in exchange for food. Max just wanted him to be a beta player for his new video game. 

“Ok, we’re at 20 minutes and those construction workers keep giving us looks so let’s work quick.”

“Hold your breath,” Max ordered, pushing the blonde locks away from the backpack Adrien had worn under his gown. With Marinette’s help, he managed to disguise it with extra fabric from the bow. Max slid them into place and adjusted them, not noticing them brushing Adrien’s face. “Ok, we’re good!”

“And dress is good!” Marinette called from the back

“Achoo!”

“Nino, keep pressing the shutter button!” Alya ordered.

“Achoo!”

“Repeat purple elephant! It’ll stop you from sneezing.” Max called.

Adrien was willing to try anything. With Nino moving around him like he was attached to a camera jib, he muttered the words under his breath, knowing his eyes had to be getting red. His eyes started to sting as the natural wind moved the feathers closer to him, even worse as Max opened them.

“Purple - achoo! Achoo!”

“Last ones!”

“Hey kids, hurry up. We’ve got work to do!”

                                     ________________________

“You know,” Nino said, leaning against Adrien, who once again had his head in his arms, “some of these are pretty good for only 20 minutes and construction workers yelling at us.”

Pulling his head out enough to look at Nino’s camera, he had to admit he was right. Nino had gotten a side profile just as Adrien had sneezed. With his eyes closed, mouth covered and tears starting to pool, he looked like he was in anguish. All they had to do was erase the redness from his eyes and no one would know it was allergy induced anguish he was in.

“Alright, four flat whites, one tea infusion, two French toasts and two pancakes all with fruit. Sweetie, are you sure I can’t get you anything to eat?” their waitress asked Adrien as she dropped off the orders for the others.

“Not unless you have a sharp object, I can use to rip my eyes out with.”

“He’s got allergies.” Nino said in reply to the scared waitress.

“So, I'm guessing no Cardcaptor characters?” Alya teased, cutting into her French toast. When Adrien didn’t answer, she poked him, watching his shoulders pull in. “Oh my god! Adrien!”

“I already spent the money on the outfit, leave me alone!” Let it not be said that Adrien wasn’t a glutton for punishment.

[sizzleissues]

café (840 words. Warm up)

There was a café about ten minutes out of his way on his commute to work that Adrien always made the detour to. It was to the point he’d arrive late rather than miss out on the morning stop and his colleagues would notice his commitment to getting that coffee every morning. Some had even added it to their own commute, believing he took the risk because it was of better quality than the nearer café.

Which was also true, but that wasn’t the reason. 

He locked his bicycle to the same lamp post at the same corner with the same charity collector nodding as he passed and entered through the café doors. As part of him donating his change every day the collector looked out for his bike while he ordered his coffee.

He’d started cycling a few years back as part of an eco initiative for the students and hadn’t stopped since. He sold off his car to Nino a few months ago when he had his first kid and got a year long pass for the train and bus. Last he’d been in a car was on a school trip to London when a student left something in the hotel and he had to grab a taxi to make it there and back to the train station in time. He didn’t miss it one bit.

The café was tiny for its location, barely wide enough for three people to stand shoulder to shoulder. Two tall-legged tables sat into the windows either side of the door and a serving counter cut through the middle of the room. The place might have seemed bigger if it weren’t for the overflow of decor; eclectic signage across the walls, trinkets on every surface and tiny potted cacti with cute faces painted on. Every surface was polished and smooth to the touch but each item still bore its wear, no effort made to conceal the peeling layers of paint or the dips of dents on the counter. 

The immediate smell of coffee and herbal teas nearly was enough to energise Adrien for the rest of the day. He waited patiently though for the customer ahead of him to collect their order, tapping his foot along to the funk music just under the sounds of machines running. 

He looked out of place there, with his beige outfit paired with bright red runners and a neon helmet tucked under his arm. No one would think he used to model for a leading fashion house. It was an object of endless amusement for his students to bring up his old adverts like they didn’t already haunt his dreams and ask if all models were as unfashionable as him. Adrien knew how to look ‘fashionable’. He was intimately aware of what looked good on him, what made his eyes pop and his skin glow and of what was ‘in’ or what was timeless and a must have in his wardrobe, and had long since decided he’d ignore it all completely. 

Model Adrien Agreste was a different person to Mr Graham De Vanilly, physics and maths teacher. 

He stepped aside as the person ahead of him took their drinks and left and moved up to place his order. There wasn’t really any need for him to reiterate it at this point, the barista knew his order to the letter and if they weren’t busy would begin making it without question. 

“Same as usual, Mr Graham?” The barista asked. She smirked, a delight taken in her daily habit of teasing him. Adrien propped up his head in his hands, leaning over the counter with a grin to match.

“Surely we’re past formalities. You know every one of my student's names.”

“But you get so annoyed when I call you that.” She giggled, touching her hand to her lips. “Speaking of which, did Grace’ - she turned to the coffee machine- ‘take the advice I gave?”

“She did and she thanks you. The costumes couldn’t look better this year for the play.”

The way she worked mesmerised him. There was a complete command to her actions that only came from them being repeated so many times. Place her outside the café and she’d slip on the ground as though it was ice but here every element was under her total control. He didn’t even think she realised just how competent she was when her mind didn’t invent its own obstacles.

“I’ll have to come see it then. Since it includes some of my own work.”

Adrien accepted the coffee she handed him but his hands were shaking before he’d even taken the first sip.

“Yeah. You should.”

She stared at him with a strange expression for a moment before he corrected himself. There'd been too much sincerity in his voice.

“We might be even able to get you free tickets since you technically helped in the backstage process.”

“That sounds more like it, I can't be handing all these tips away for free." When she smiled he could see the past in her eyes. "Enjoy your day, sir.”

Adrien leaned his head to the side, a slight frown pulling his lips. She laughed again. “Enjoy your day, Adrien.”

“See you at the play, Marinette.”

( for context Marinette amnesia au where Adrien promised he'd get her to love him again but also he's aware she's a different person now and wants to do it naturally.)

[hueynomure]

Opening Line Patterns

Thank you for the tag, @nemaliwrites!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern.

Well, It just so happens that I (kinda) recently posted (the beginning of) my tenth Miraculous fanfic, so this will be a mono-fandom post!

Dirty Talk

Cat Walker hesitated, baton at the ready as two Loveybugs fought each other ahead of him. Saccharine smiles turned into focused pouts, fluttering wings buzzed angrily as they tried to outmaneuver each other around buildings and chimneys, two identical yoyos clashing against each other in midair.

2. Are Hexagon Square Dances a Thing?

“Today is the day I’m confessing to Chat Noir,” Marinette declared, pacing in her bedroom like a caged animal. A determined and loving caged animal.

3. Augmentation

"It's alright," Loveybug reassured him earnestly, patting him on the shoulder. "It happens to every guy."

4. Love at Third Degree

Gabriel arrived at his observatory in a brisk but controlled walk, transforming himself and binding Kaalki with reasonable haste. His target had one of the highest potentials to date - the heart of a teenage girl were a veritable powerhouse, he should know - but he tempered his expectations. He had reluctantly learned to, when dealing with her.

5. Undercover

"Looks like a quiet night," Loveybug said with a hopeful smile, bright blue eyes sparkling in the evening city lights. "What about a pawse? I brought macarons!"

6. give me a chance

“So you’re saying that not only Gabriel Agreste was Monarch,” Chat Noir spoke in a strained monotone, gaze lost in the distance, “but you learned that Adrien Agreste is a sentimonster-”

7. Farewell Gifts

Cat Walker landed softly on Marinette's deserted balcony. It was so strange, to be so familiar with every potted plant when he had hardly ever seen the place with his civilian eyes. He straightened and took a deep breath, closing his eyes to focus on his hearing. At first he heard nothing beyond the sounds of a bustling city - was she away, or asleep?

8. Forever Again

“I’m home!” Adrien announced to the empty atrium.

9. Woven In

"Alya's here, Marinette!" Sabine called from the floor below.

10. Breaking Point

"Lucky Charm!" Loveybug calls. She reaches up for the item, but Cat Walker quickly tugs her back into cover, flat against the shingles. A noiseless blast of white light barely misses them, covering a chimney behind them in a thick layer of frost, and a faint tinkling echoes in the empty streets.

Hmm, patterns, patterns... 7 out of 10 fics start with dialogue, which I love writing and is also usually the first thing I write in a new doc so that tracks lol. Most of them also give information about the backdrop of the scene, though Forever Again's line on its own might lead a reader to believe Adrien's still living at the Agreste mansion. Can you find something else?

No-pressure tagging @mostmagical and anyone else reading this who wants to join the fun!

[miinxxo]

I think he should have pots and use a cane because I say so

[peachcitt]

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I tagged 1,396 of my posts in 2022

#ask - 314 posts

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Longest Tag: 127 characters

#and did he just kiss her ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ on the head a litle soft kiss on the head moment ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ i feel feral like a rabid dog

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

work title: metamorphosis

tags, as seen on ao3: alternate universe - canon divergence, post season 3, angst and hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, angst with a happy ending, sleepovers, enemies, mental health issues, slow burn, slow build, aged up characters, friendship/love, this is a sleepover fic with like. a lot of extra steps, did i mention the angst?

summary:

“I was thinking about that time you hated me.”

“Why?”

"I don’t know."

“I didn’t.”

“I know.”

or

three years after hawkmoth's defeat, marinette is still trying to figure out her version of normal. there's also sleepovers.

link to read here

art by the lovely @anna-scribbles

and as the lovely anna says, welcome to metamorphosis summer, everybody. enjoy the ride :)

1,227 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#4

work title: metamorphosis

chapter summary:

He screams, but the sound is muffled, far away, and Marinette takes a moment to-

Breathe.

Push the memory away.

Accept the fact that she’s alone.

link to read here

art by the ever lovely @anna-scribbles

1,365 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#3

work title: metamorphosis

chapter title: a new way for her to stumble

summary:

Marinette fiddles with her earrings, staring down at her phone but not reading or processing any of the pictures or captions as she scrolls through Instagram. She feels wired, keyed up. Like all her muscles, bones, cells, even, are tensed up and ready for a fight.

Hawkmoth never used to wait a week between akuma attacks. She was lucky if he even waited until the end of the day.

@anna-scribbles finished the chapter 4 title card just in time for y’all to refresh your memory for tomorrow’s update :)

thanks for reading!!<3

1,532 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

#2

work title: metamorphosis

art by @anna-scribbles

chapter summary:

“My lady,” he tries, his voice breaking. “I’m right here, my lady, I’m so, so sorry.”

read the chapter here

i have permission from anna to post her work. as you do not, you should not.

thanks for reading and see y’all next week!!<3

1,811 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

jonathan harker when he is given terrible omens, driven round in circles for hours, meets the weirdest guy on earth, is isolated in a creepy castle: well this is odd :/

jonathan harker when his shaving glass is thrown out the window: i am a prisoner!! i have been trapped i am like a wild animal!!! how will i be able to shave?? through the reflection on my pot or watch case???? oh my prison guard is SOULLESS and i am DISTROUGHT

18,697 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

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   hi, im pearl ♡

〰✧ 22 years old ; (8-13 years old) 𓂃✧ they/them ; she/her 〰✧ femme genderfluid nonbinary 𓂃✧ bisexual queer ; taken x2! 〰✧ disabled autistic, pmdd, pots 𓂃✧ loveplural system

જ⁀✩ this is a sideblog for self-shipping, kink, and art. ~♡; follows come from p•••••••••••••e ✩༺༻

this is a kink-safe space that will probably heavily include: powerplay,♡ incest ♡, ageplay/age gaps, dd/lg play, and especially consentplay.

minors are not welcome.

🐚romantic f/os Sollux Captor #🎲 (Homestuck); Orphaner Dualscar #🎀 (Homestuck); Mituna Captor #🎮 #🕹️ (Homestuck); Kankri Vantas #🧶 (Homestuck); Ken Carson #💐 (Barbie & Friends); Applejack #🍊 (MLP: Friendship is Magic); Charles Offdensen #📱 (Metalocalypse);

🎎familial f/os Orphaner Dualscar #🎀 (Homestuck); Kurloz Makara #🪡 (Homestuck); Cronus Ampora #🧦 #💎 (Homestuck); Gamzee Makara #🍰 (Homestuck); Bro Strider #🧢 (Homestuck); Shinsou Hitoshi #🔮 (My Hero Academia); Kinomoto Touya #⚽ (Card Captor Sakura); Tsukishiro Yukito #📒 (Card Captor Sakura); Eric Cartman #🧤 (South Park); Kenny Mccormick #🧣 (South Park);

🎫other f/os Legoshi #🐺 (Beastars); Bill #🐯 (Beastars); Brock Samson #🗡 (Venture Bros); Glamrock Freddy Fazbear #⚡ (FNAF: Security Breach); Montgomery Gator #🦷 (FNAF: Security Breach); Harrier Du Bois (Disco Elysium); Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium); Chat Noir | Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug); Kristoff (Frozen); Trevor Belmont (Castlevania); Adrien Alucard Tepes (Castlevania);

 🎭problematic f/os ♡ 〰 🎐my ocs ♡ 〰 ���️my s/is ♡     🗃️taglist 〰 ✒️my art

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f/o sharing is 100% welcome! these are my fake fictional partners — i dont control them lol; they literally live in your brain rent free too

[wooawi]

Take Two Chapter 12

preview under the cut

Knowing how the next five seconds would go, she quickly found a potted plant to turn to and–

“What do you think you’re doing?” Said a quietly seething voice, that of which she recognised immediately. Unfortunately, she could not tell her stomach to cease its machinations, and she ended up throwing up into the, probably fake, plant right in front of Adrien’s dad.

The plant wilted and melted shortly after, and Rena could no longer make eye contact with anything other than the floor. “Uh… my bad?”

The worst part of the whole event wasn’t being calmly berated by one of her best friend’s parent knowing damn well she couldn’t clap back when she had just been caught breaking in and defiling his house, although that was pretty bad.

No, the worst part was regaining awareness of the akuma she was following and watching it tap the brooch on said parent’s outfit to release its dark energy into, then float away purified and blindingly white, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“Adrien’s going to hate me for this,” Rena said, interrupting Gabriel’s closed-eye ranting as a truly horrible idea filtered into her mind. She hoped that Adrien hadn’t gone home after their talk.

“Nooroo? Could you explain to Mr. Hawkmoth the truth of this world and what Tikki did?”

“Ms. Rena Rouge, I do not appreciate all your immature allegations, I am not–”

“The Ladybug kwami is constantly manipulating humans and is hiding the fact that your son is dead, amongst other things.”

Gabriel, once again, stopped speaking, his mouth hanging open with disbelief. The kwami weren’t one to lie, especially if they have been ordered to tell the truth and nothing but, and it seems like Nooroo was under that such order. It only took two blinks before Mr. Agreste began screaming in pain and terror, and before long…

[yukii0nna]

Chole Bourgeois/ Madame Red

Age: 12

Style: Of course!!! The finest for Me!!! As you see here!!

Flaws: Obviously,None of course!!! Just following my mother's lead

Pet Peeves: I HATE BEING WOKEN UP EARLY!!!(These akuma battles are the worst)

Favorite subject: P.E is my cup of tea!!!! I am the most exceptional at it!!

Least favorite subject: Science class is the BANE of my existence!!!

Favorite food: Chicken pot pie!!!! What can I say? It's good

Least favorite food: I.HATE.SOUP!!!

Hobbies: Dancing, shopping. It's all in a fabulous life!!!!

Personality

Chole is known for one thing and that's being cruel . Due to her father being the mayor, Chole always got her way. She adores her mother and tries to be like her. If there's one good thing to say about her,it is that she is pretty determined once she sets her mind to something. Although there is more to her than she seems....

Skills

Dancing: Had classical training for a long time

Fashion sense: She does have a good eye for fashion

Ladybug Miraculous

Friends

Adrien Agreste

Subrina Raincomplex

Trivia

Has an interest in boxing but doesn't do it

Has a love for plushies and anime

Hates Judai for spilling coffee on her bag by accident on his first day

[actually-factually-anonymous]

I echo this sentiment quite fully, though I can say that I find Felix frustrating both because of how he effectively steals Adrien's agency in his own story and because he's a genocidal prick who never faces any punishment worth mentioning.

Felix does more or less everything that one might have hoped Adrien would have, from uncovering the secrets of the Agrestes, to facing off against Gabriel, even informing Ladybug of Monarch's true identity. Just about the only thing that he doesn't do is actually fight Gabriel with Ladybug because... well, I hope that at some point in the next season it will be revealed that he was off rescuing Adrien and Kagami but that doesn't explain why he even left Paris in the first place after spilling the beans.

The point is that you're entirely right: Felix occupies all the "active" roles that Adrien was seemingly set up for, leaving him left as a pathetically damselled side character with the same agency as a potted plant. I wouldn't even call him a Princess at this point, because you pointed out: most Princesses (especially in modern media) get to play some active role.

Adrien by contrast doesn't even get to use the eyepiece that Felix left behind in S4. Gabriel just inexplicably has it the next time it's seen. Everything that was set up for him, every bit of potential, growth and catharsis that had been established for him was squandered or neatly handed off to another character made from the same template to achieve in his place.

Also...

#i dont see how they can really salvage Adriens arc even when they will eventually bring Gabriel back

Have I missed a leak, or is this a dreadful speculation? Because if Gabriel were to return somehow, that would effectively render the one positive aspect of the S5 ending moot.

I can't imagine a future where Gabriel actually gets punished for his crimes- not with how the writing team have described their intentions with him- so him returning would be well and truly him getting off scott free for everything: except worse if you consider that he's been hailed as a hero...

I honestly wish I had an image to convey my horror and disbelief when I saw Felix for the first time. I knew right then and there Adrien was never EVER going to get an arc.

They really wanted Adrien to be a damsel in distress - a princess who needed to be saved by his knight. There really is no combination of words I can find to express how confused I was to see this writing choice be veiled as progressive for the first time.

Because here is the thing: In these stories, princesses still have more agency than Adrien. They will make choices that will guarantee a victory over the villain. Adrien's actions in ML do not matter and this was intentional.

If this wasn't intentional, then Felix would have never been introduced in the show. With his introduction, Felix usurps Adrien's agency from his own narrative. Like, it is so incredibly weird to see Felix have this level of influence in the story, because it's not like Adrien and Felix are the same character. From the audiences perspective, we know Felix is an older design of Adrien - BUT IN THE ACTUAL STORY Felix and Adrien are not treated as one in the same.

Felix zapping Adrien of his agency wasn't used as set-up to an eventual reveal of Adrien and Felix being two halves of the same whole. Felix is in this story JUST to make sure Marinettes and Adriens relationship doesn't become "toxic". Adrien can't be "mean" to Marinette - A.K.A he can't actually have any meaningful conflict with her. Which would naturally come about when you bring up the themes of agency with sentimonsters.

So, to keep any "toxicity" away from our main leads, Felix is given the agency Adrien should have had from day one.

I really don't have the words to describe how I feel when I see FELIX [who looks identical to Adrien] telling Marinette the sentikids backstory when this show could have just been written in a way where Adrien figures this out on his own and tells Marinette before they fight Gabriel. Adding Felix - who is literally an older design of Adrien - to this story just because they see ADRIEN exerting power over his own story as a detriment to his romantic development with Marinette is so odd to me.