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yes ladybug this is such a platonic and normal thing to say to your partner
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the ladybug wingwoman experience™
part 2 of the adrien agreste desk partner experience!!
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adrichat/marinette
4 chapters; G; no archive warnings apply.
shortly after marinette learns his secret identity, chat noir can't help but notice ladybug is in a better mood, too.
so when he learns something new about his feelings for his Very Good Friend/Desk Partner, of course he's going to ask her to help.
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adrien agreste has a crush on marinette dupain cheng; fluff; friends to lovers; identity shenanigans; identity reveal
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the adrien agreste desk partner experience™
@kasienda 's prompt from the lovesquare headcanon prompt fill party!! (which, if ur reading this, u should totally join, i heard all the cool kids are joining it)
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adrien/marinette.
4 chapters; G; no archive warnings apply.
sitting next to adrien is a Bad Idea. because if marinette sits next to adrien, marinette will be a mess, and if marinette is a mess, there's no way she'll be able to keep her feelings for him a secret.
but... well. she can't just abandon him at the back of the classroom. not when he looks so sad.
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post-episode: s03 chameleon; pre-reveal; pre-relationship; hot mess marinette; cinnamon roll adrien; sleepovers; love confessions; half reveal
#me digging up art from 2020 bc i wanted a pretty post dksksks#miraculous ladybug#adrienette#adrinette#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#ml fic#♡alizeh writes♡
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(slumber) partycrasher
He’s finishing up on Rue de la République when he sees Ladybug on Alya’s balcony. His footsteps slow to a halt on the roof tile. It’s Sunday today, isn't it? Ladybug doesn't patrol on Sundays. Did something happen at Alya’s? He stops, reroutes, and heads over.
He gets closer, the lights bringing them further into focus. The two girls stand close together, huddled over Alya’s phone, murmuring quietly.
“Good evening, ladies,” he says as he lands.
The shriek that exits Ladybug echoes through the street.
He stands there, rigid, all the punny greetings he had planned effectively smacked out of his mouth. He has never heard Ladybug make that sound before. He didn't even know Ladybug was capable of making that sound. Even Alya seems taken aback, staring at her wide-eyed.
After five heavy seconds of silence, Ladybug comes back to life. “Um—!” she says. “Wow! Chat Noir! Hi! I wasn't expecting you to crash our slumber party!”
He blinks, still reeling from the scream. “...Slumber party?”
This time, it's Alya’s stupor that lifts. “Um— yep! Ladybug comes over every Sunday and we have a sleepover. Y’know, Ladyblogger-Ladybug bonding time.”
Huh. So that’s why she doesn't patrol on Sundays? He thought it was a civilian thing.
…She could've told him.
“Oh. Well.” He hopes his voice doesn't sound strained. “Don’t let me intrude.” He gives them both a smile, then leaps back onto the rooftops.
Neither of them say goodbye.
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He doesn't want to be petty, but why would Ladybug not tell him about the sleepovers? They’d agreed to keep superhero things completely transparent between each other. So is this not a superhero thing, then? Is Ladybug hanging out in costume with Alya Césaire more personal than hanging out with Chat Noir?
He huffs, eyes snapping over to the light on Alya’s balcony. He has a right to bring this up, surely. He's her partner.
Ladybug is alone, this time, but the glass door is open. She has a blanket over her shoulders, a fox-printed mug in her hand, the light of Alya’s phone illuminating her face, eyes glued to the screen.
Remembering her reaction from the last time, he steps onto the balcony a little gentler from behind her. “Hey—”
“They're making out on a fire escape.”
He chokes on his spit, grappling for purchase at the balcony door. “I— I’m sorry?”
Ladybug whips around, the blanket flying onto the floor. At least she doesn't scream again. But the look in her eye is somehow even more concerning.
Behind him, a toilet flushes, and padded footsteps draw near. “Did you get to the part where he books a hotel—” She cuts herself off with a gasp. “...Chat Noir. Hi.”
The three of them stand together silently, in their awkward vertical line, for what feels like a full minute.
This was such a stupid idea. What’s wrong with him, accosting his partner on her days off? It’s not his business how she spends that, nor who she spends it with. Unlike him, she’s not wasting all her time thinking about their partnership. Maybe he just needs to get a life.
“Sorry for crashing— again,” he quickly says. He takes a couple of steps back to the railing, turning to face both of them. “I— uh, thought there was an akuma down the road and wanted to tell you but, uh, looks like it's just a tree.” He laughs nervously, grabbing around for his baton. “I’ll be off, then.”
“Wait— are you sure—” Ladybug starts.
There’s sympathy in her eyes. His breath hitches.
“Yes!” he says. As he steps away from her again, his baton slips from his hand. “Sorry, I’ll just text next time.”
Alya pipes up from behind him. “Chat, you’re always welcome to stay—”
“No, seriously, I, like, am allergic to sleepovers. I break out into hives.”
Ladybug furrows her brow. “I don't think that's true.”
“My medical history is very complicated.” Finally retrieving his baton, he opens it and turns to the skyline. “Well, bye!”
Ladybug makes a small, aborted sound of protest. But then as she reaches to stop him, her grip on Alya’s phone slips.
She screams. Alya screams. Chat Noir wonders whether this is what they're practicing together every Sunday.
Still balanced on his baton, he grabs the phone midair, holding it up over the safety of the balcony.
Automatically, his eyes fall on the screen.
Ladybug moans as Chat Noir kisses down her neck. He lifts her onto the fire escape, pulling her legs around him, lifting his head to press a hot, wet, kiss to her—
Alya snatches the phone from his hand. “Thanks.”
Ladybug’s face is crimson, hands tight around her mug.
Chat Noir looks from Ladybug, to Alya, to the phone. Her screen is still on. He looks away before he catches any more words.
He clears his throat. “W-Well, I should, uh, get off, then. I mean—!” He holds up his hands. “Be off! This balcony! And back home! Um— you should read— I mean, um, use your phone indoors just in case. Bye!”
He never does get around to asking about their slumber parties.
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what happens in london
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ladynoir.
10 chapters; T; no archive warnings apply.
when a slapdash victory celebration between ladybug and chat noir ends up in a 3am makeout session, they both decide it'd be better to clear their heads a little before revealing their identities. hennessy does always make her act stupid.
though it's a little hard to clear your head when you're stuck in an airbnb in london with the rest of your superhero team.
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aged up characters; making out; post hawk-moth defeat; miraculous team; secret relationship; identity reveal; alcohol; twenty year olds being twenty year olds
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there is something so personal about being 18 and questioning your sexuality
#ahdjsjajs i love this wip#i need to finish it#i cant believe ive never written alyanette before#tagged:alyanette#♡alizeh writes♡
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out of context wips !
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58 for the kiss prompt??
HI ILY THANK U FOR THIS
58. “It’s been years since we’ve seen each other and I didn’t know what happened to you because of secret identities” kiss from this list by @kisspromptsforthelovesquare
The train of her dress catches in the jamb when she slams the door. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she says.
Adrien looks down at his loafers. The floor has been freshly polished. This room is probably booked for another wedding later today. After Marinette finishes taking her vows at hers.
She takes a step forward, fingers clutching so hard at her bouquet that the stems start to split. "Adrien," she says. "What did Tikki mean when she said you're Chat Noir?"
Music floats through the corridor from the other hall. He knows no one's going to wonder where he is, but what about the bride?
He swallows, still looking at his loafers. "...You weren't meant to find out today," he says quietly.
She scoffs. "So after the reception was your idea of good timing?"
Adrien says nothing.
She reaches her hands up, like she wants to scrub them down her face, then thinks better of it. They still haven't even gotten around to the actual ceremony yet -- she can't ruin her makeup.
"God, Adrien, I just--" She sighs. "How could you not have told me before?"
"...There was never a good time," he says.
"Never?" she repeats. "You came back to Paris six months ago!"
He bristles. As if he didn't think about it back then. As if he wouldn't have told her at the airport on the very first day, when she'd outrun Alya and Nino and jumped on him when her engagement ring brushed against his neck.
Does she feel differently about that hug now? Now that she knows he's Chat Noir, her ex-boyfriend, the boy who disappeared as soon as Hawk Moth was arrested?
"I don't know what you want me to say," he says. "It's not like it would've changed anything."
Her eyes cut towards him. "Adrien, do you really think I'd be getting married today if I knew who you were?"
The words hang in the air, reverbing in his ears long after it stopped in the empty room. She can't possibly mean what he thinks she means. She's been with that guy for two years, they have an apartment together, he's pretty sure she's mentioned adopting a cat soon--
"That's not--" He struggles for a moment. "Of-- of course you would, I mean, you love him--"
"Then what stopped you from telling me in the first place?"
He swallows hard.
He knew. He knew full well what would've happened if he'd told her.
Her eyes are moist behind her mascared lashes. "I can't go back out there," she says.
"What?" he says. He steps forward, edging around the skirt of her dress. "Marinette-- no. You have to."
"I can't, I--" Her voice cracks. She turns her eyes up, holding back tears.
"Marinette." He grabs her hands, almost desperately, and squeezes. "Marinette. This is your future. Your life."
"It was my life," she says. "When I thought I wouldn't see you again." Her gaze shifts back to his face. "How can I promise myself to someone that isn't you?"
Her ring feels like a blade against his thumb.
"You kind of already did," he whispers.
She sighs. Her head drops to rest on his chest. Her veil looks like a white tulip petal, spreading across the floor behind her.
Careful not to dislodge her bun, he cups her head. Leaning his face down, he kisses her hair.
"You'll be okay," he says softly. He takes her by the arms and helps her straighten. "You'll be more than okay. I mean, he has much better hair than me anyway."
She laughs wetly, dabbing at her lashes with a finger. "That's impossible and you know it."
He cracks a pained smile.
He wonders when the next flight out of Paris is tonight.
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it's the same picture
#shdkahjd#miraculous ladybug#adrienette#adrinette#adrien agreste#tagged:thelovesquareexperience#♡alizeh writes♡
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13 is a classic that will never get old
checked what it was and was immediately like Yes. it's always so funny
13. “I forgot you’re dating my other identity” kiss from this list by @/kisspromptsforthelovesquare!
Waking up is slow and sticky, one of those naps that feels almost comatose -- spatial compass trying to calibrate, one arm numb, taste buds still rebooting. Marinette doesn't even try to open her eyes. No point. Naps like this means she's definitely too late for whatever it is she was procrastinating. And she's already drifting off again, anyway.
Slowly, a warm pair of arms pull her in.
Oh, right. She'd fought an akuma. This nap wasn't procrastination. It was deserved.
Blindly, she reaches up and strokes his jaw. "You awake, chaton?"
Chat Noir groans softly. She imagines his face in her pillow, or smushed into her giant cat plushie.
"No," he says. "Body achy. Leave me alone."
She momentarily forgets her own soreness. He sounds exhausted. After the body slam he took against those bricks today, she's surprised he even managed to make it to her balcony. She hardly can, some days, but she knows it cheers him up to cuddle with his civilian girlfriend after difficult fights. The only hard part is having to pretend she wasn't also present during those fights, especially today, when she's so tired she can't even remember getting back to her room.
Cupping the back of his head with one hand, she musters up her strength to move and kisses his neck.
"Do you want macarons?" she asks, kissing him again.
He groans again, shifting around. "I want to sleep," he says. "Your mattress is so uncomfy."
Excuse him. He didn't seem to have much of a problem with her mattress when he was sneaking into her room every night for, quote unquote, 'platonic' sleepovers before they started dating. Now he calls it uncomfy?
Though, to be fair, it does feel a little harder than usual.
He searches blindly for her face until he finds her lips. She lets him kiss her, even though his nose is cold, and in the meantime runs her hand through his hair.
Huh.
She can't feel his hair.
Why can't she feel his hair?
Marinette opens her eyes to the open sky. And her own transformed hand. And Chat Noir's decidedly untransformed face.
"Fuck!" Ladybug yells, and sits up on the roof tile. She grabs hold of his shoulder (his civilian shoulder, clad in a white overshirt--) and shakes him hard. "Chat, wake up."
He must hear something in her voice, because Chat Noir-- Adrien opens his eyes.
He looks at her.
She looks at him.
Reaching up, he touches his collar, where her lip balm had transferred from his neck.
"So I'm guessing the macarons are off the table now?" he asks.
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“I was going for the cheek/forehead and I missed 😳” kiss for any side of the square ❤️
AHHH ANON THANK U!!!
92. “I was going for the cheek/forehead and I missed 😳” kiss - from this amazing list by @kisspromptsforthelovesquare !
Ladybug hates Hawk Moth for a lot of reasons. But interrupting the first date she's had with her boyfriend after his month away in Verona truly takes the cake.
Coming to a halt at Champs de Mars, she sets Adrien down on his feet. The power still hasn't come back on after the attack; the safety announcement hasn't been broadcasted yet, and no one has been brave enough to come back out and return to their picnic blankets.
"Thanks, Ladybug." He dusts himself off once he's out of her arms. Despite being cornered in an alleyway for two hours, he still looks gorgeous -- brand new white shirt perfectly pressed, not a strand of hair out of place. "You really didn't have to trouble yourself, though. I could've just walked."
She knows that very well -- but she wasn't about to let Hawk Moth win. He can interrupt all her dates as much as he wants, but he cannot stop her from exercising her God-given right of enjoying how attractive her boyfriend is up-close and personal.
"What are superheroes for?" she says with a smile. "I mean, I know Chat Noir is your favourite, but unfortunately you were stuck with me today."
He laughs awkwardly. "Chat Noir? My favourite?" he says. "I'd like to have a word with some of your sources. I've been a Ladybug fanboy since day one."
She rolls her eyes. "Your flirting is even as bad as his."
"You should meet my girlfriend. No one thinks my flirting is as bad as she does."
She can't help but laugh. Of course he wears that like a badge of pride. The thing he'd lamented the most while in Verona was how text messages 'didn't do justice' to his awful lines.
"Maybe you should follow her example more often and I won't have to save you from akumas all the time," she says.
He smiles. "But it's always nice to see an old friend."
She goes in for a casual, habitual side-hug. As if he's just a regular-schmegular civilian she's been saving for months and not the guy she was close to building a shrine for to get him to come back to Paris early.
Just as they begin to pull away, Ladybug leans in and presses a polite kiss to his cheek.
Except Adrien, about to say something, turns his head at the last second, and her lips land squarely on his.
They both freeze.
A beat passes, then two. He hasn't moved yet. Neither has she. One of them probably should, though.
But also... she hasn't kissed Adrien in a very long time.
No. Maybe enjoying how attractive her boyfriend is is her God-given right, but Hawk Moth would definitely have a field day if he found out Ladybug was kissing supermodel Adrien Agreste while his girlfriend was nowhere to be found after an akuma attack.
She leaps back, lips smarting. "I am so sorry."
He blinks a few times, as if she'd just hit him with her yo-yo. "No, I mean-- it's fine."
She opens her mouth to speak. Before she can, he reaches up and wipes a thumb over his chin. Pink gloss comes off. He looks at her, nonplussed. Blush shoots up to her hairline.
"You're not wearing your passion fruit lip balm?" he asks.
Silence passes over them for many seconds.
"...What?" she says.
He rubs his fingers together, pouting. "This is sparkly," he says, as if that's any kind of explanation.
"...What?"
He looks up, and his expression shifts. "Do you not... know?"
Eyes wide, she shakes her head.
More silence ensues.
"...How?" he finally says.
She stares at him. "What do you mean, 'how'?"
"I've seen you de-transform before almost every single one of our dates," he says. "You got to the airport five minutes after class ended to see me off. I thought you wanted me to know you were Ladybug."
Before, at least, she might've been able to convince herself they were talking about different things. Not after that.
"But you-- you said I'm an old friend!" she says. "You referred to your girlfriend!"
"I thought we were doing a bit!"
She sighs deeply, scrubbing her hands down her face. This is Hawk Moth's fault. She doesn't know how, but it is.
"Why were you shocked when I kissed you?" she asks quietly.
His face turns sheepish. He rubs the back of his neck, looking at the grass.
"I missed you," he says. "We haven't kissed in a long time."
Ladybug's heart leaps in her ribcage. No, she's not giving Hawk Moth credit for this.
Flying forward, she wraps her arms around him and brings her mouth to his, kissing him entirely on purpose.
The power comes back on after two minutes. While she's not sure about Hawk Moth, Twitter, at least, certainly has a field day.
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me beating up my fav characters in my google docs
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there's something that feels so good when writing about nino's moroccan heritage
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wip summarised in 5 excerpts
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