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hamsteriffic · 6 months

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I am very excited to finally be able to tell everyone that these past few months I’ve been working on a fic for the @mlbigbang 2023! Thank you to @burntwaffle12 , @sizzleissues and @karin848 for all their encouragement and support. The first post will appear January 6.

Queen Marinette: A Royal Engagement

Rating: M

Tags: Royalty AU, King!Adrien, Princess!Marinette, arranged marriage

Summary: Princess Marinette had always known she would marry for duty, but she had never even heard of King Adrien until her betrothal (she would know, because she had looked up all the crown Princes within a hundred mile radius).

Nevertheless, her parents were delighted at the offer of marriage and her uncle was given the privilege of escorting her to England for her wedding and the whole thing felt wrong.

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“Who is this King of England? Why have we never heard of him before?” She demanded, her uncle surprised at her sudden interest.

“He is heir to the throne, he needs a queen, and he has chosen you.”

This she already knew, it was not a very good answer. “But why?” she pressed. “There are hundreds of nobles out there, with far grander titles and claims than our own. Why me?”

Her uncle looked surprised, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again pensively.

The word Why was always one of the first, and favourite, questions asked by a child, and for good reason. Because Why are always the hardest questions to answer.

But why not?

Marinette was young, of child-bearing age, accomplished, and a beauty by all accounts. She had good graces and was well educated. She would make any country a worthy Queen.

Marinette was also very well aware of her precarious situation, her own mother was sent to a foreign country and married, a common enough arrangement. It was an auspicious match, a marriage between a Chinese Princess and a French nobleman in an effort to ease Sino-Franco relations.

“No, surely there must be other more diplomatic ways?” His sister and her own mother, Sabine, said when her own betrothal was announced.

Her mother protested as much as she did. All that consternation for nothing, for when the pair first set sight on each other they fell in love immediately. It has happened before, and it will all happen again.

Her mother of all people would know.

As Marinette’s ambassador, he was honoured to go with her to secure a friendship with the British, offering stability and prosperity. There was silk and tea to be traded, as well as porcelain. In return, they would resolve animosity held over past incidents. The East India Trading Company had a vested interest in the marriage and there was still disgruntled talk over the Flint Affair, such that war was imminent between the Chinese and British Empires.

Wang Cheng looked at Marinette with sympathy. He was very fond of his niece, and in his opinion she deserved the world. On paper everything looked like a suitable match, she was 18 and he was only 21. He spoke Mandarin, French and Latin, in addition to his mother tongue; and she knew a passable amount of English and Mandarin; as well as French, her native tongue.

She would like him. He was convinced.

However, the older gentleman himself did not know the King either. By all accounts he thought that the late King and Queen Dowager of England were barren, but then again he never paid attention to bedroom gossip.

“Why have I never heard of this king before?” The young woman insisted, her blue eyes flashing. She had the same kind of fire in her as his sister, masked by a gentle nature that lashed out when provoked like a tiger.

If you know anything about me, then you know I have written another Bridgerton AU 🫠! Queen Marinette - A Royal Engagement. Posting begins 6 January

#mlbigbang #mlbigbang 2023 #adrienette #bridgerton au #hamsterwrites

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theladyheroine · 8 months

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Miraculous Zorro AU! 🇲🇽

Okay this was actually an idea for an art piece that I came up with. But then I got too excited and decided to make a headcanon before that, like groundwork! I hope y'all enjoy!

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Okay, now as for the time period I decided to go with the 1820s of Mexico, although I couldn't really think of a specific place for the AU? So let's just go with a port town or city maybe?

Also for those wondering, yes, I did take inspiration from the old Zorro movies lol. If anyone hasn't seen it I recommend it, although the sequel is kinda okay in my opinion. But the first one is better.

But anyways, going back in time, the Miraculous used to be in the hands of Mexican citizens during the 1820s. These heroes were known as La Mariquita and El Gato Oscuro, a pair of vigilantes set to stop the dastardly deeds of El Rey Pollillia. An underground crook who is known for sending out villains to do his work.

༻Characters༺

Rosita “Rosa” Sandoval is a local baker who works at her family's panadería in the middle of the city, as well as their delivery girl. While she is kindhearted and cheerful, she has a bit of an attitude. Whether it's with a customer or just anyone, she has a bit of trouble keeping to herself and doesn’t know when the right time to be honest is. This can lead to her coming off as brash at times, even without meaning to.

Enrique Aguirre is a Hispanic nobleman as well as the mayor's son. Since his father is a high political figure, Enrique does have a very formal demeanor but does his best to make others feel welcome. He has a big heart, although he can be a bit sensitive with other people. Leading him to be kind of timid. Especially about his occupation: he does not want his father's position.

Carlos Aguirre is the mayor of the city, who is also known as El Rey Pollillia. His son does not know he is a crook, but he tries his best to keep it from him.

༻Plot Line༺

When the two get their Miraculous, I had the idea of making their personalities similar to how Marinette and Adrien behave when they're superheroes. However, I added my own twist. Normally, Marinette acts a bit more confident when she is Ladybug, and the same can be said for Adrien when he is Chat Noir. Although I wanted my version of the character growth to be different since these Miraculous holders are different people.

Even though Rosa is headstrong, she learns to soften up and connect with someone close to her rather than just being “honest” with people. While Enrique learns that he has to stand up for himself in order to stand up for other people.

Because of this, I even had the idea to include the love square into the AU, but switched too lol. So to put it clearly, Rosa has a crush on her partner Gato Oscuro. Who she thinks is sweet and compassionate but also really cool. While Enrique has a crush on Rosa, who he meets at her bakery when he's trying to get away from his workload. Who he thinks is so passionate and brave.

༻Fun Facts༺

Instead of the piano, Enrique can play the guitar! Think of Manolo from the Book of Life; I can imagine Enrique sneaking out to go play with a mariachi band somewhere! 🤣

This idea I do wanna make an art piece of this if I can find a good reference, but I can imagine Mariquita and El Gato having a sword duel upon their first meeting. Kind of how Ladybug and Chat Noir met in the movie, but more bickering lol.

Maybe they both freak out at first, thinking the other is a bad guy or some kind of villain, and they have this epic sword duel jumping off of walls and barrels! Before realizing that they're the good guys destined to stop El Pollillia.

I can also imagine Plagg having the time of his life in Mexico due to all the food and epics! Like he sneaks into the kitchen at night to steal some leftover queso or even dessert.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous awakening #miraculous chat noir #miraculous au #miraculous movie #miraculous oc #zorro #the mask of zorro #mexico #mexican culture #miraculous headcanons #miraculous ladybug headcanons

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unbury-the-gays · 2 months

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Gardener

Kiyan and Adrien watch a romantic scene.

Young Nobleman: if I were a gardener, I'd put our "two-lips" together

Young lady: *blushes*

Adrien: Why aren't we like that?

Kiyan: If I were a gardener, you'd be my "hoe"

Adrien: *grins*

#unbury the gays #witcher #who sows the wind reaps the storm #witcher 3 #witcher kiyan #kiyan #prince adrien #adrien #prince adrien of sea cats #kiyan x adrien #incorrect quote #incorrect quotes #incorrect witcher quotes

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gladdyator18 · 1 year

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Sorry for the late upload! School just started for me again. My cousin helped me with color palette. Again, his class/weapon of choice wouldn’t be possible without @giggly-squiggily!

Point of reference/inspiration

Meet Quinton Edric Lochan, former heir to House Lochan. Quinton is the son of Duke Adrien and Duchess Emmeline. Quinton is very serious young man who happily lives up to his parents’ expectations. He’s good-natured and has a kind yet deceitful heart. He’s also very observant, so if he views you as an accomplice or friend, you will see his kind and friendly side, but if he sees you as a potential thorn in his side, the script flips on its axis. Quinton is well-seasoned with many weapons but he prefers to fight with his lance atop of his trusty stallion.

Quinton has two younger sisters, Rosalind and Lilibeth, who he dotes on. Whenever his sisters call upon him for something, he would drop everything to help them. This is the only time when his heart isn’t deceitful. When Quinton and his family heard about the prophecy and found out that Quinton was the prophesied child, the young nobleman started growing closer to Claudia, the Imperial princess however, his feelings towards the Imperial princess are false. If anything, Quinton despises and loathes Claudia with a burning passion. He’s only pretending to like her in hopes of one day ascending the throne and leaving her for dead. This is where we get to see his deceitful heart come into play. There is nothing about Claudia that Quinton views as “worthy of his love and time,” but he’s playing it off like Claudia is the apple of his eye, only to stab her in the back when he ascends the throne. He knows that her brother, Kayden, is always on high alert around him, but Quinton knows how to shut him down.

I had a lot of fun with his backstory. When I had Claudia made, I knew that the prophesied child would try to grow close to her to overthrow her and the empire, so yeah!

More art coming soon, hopefully, so stay tuned!

#gladdy draws #my ocs #fanart #fire emblem fanart

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peachlolitasevillacourtstuff · 1 year

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Gerald moineaubleu.

This is Gerald Moineaublue one of the main protagonists of my next project "The guillotine is not for the most noble".

Name; Gerald Adrien´s Moineaublue

Age; 10 (1785) 15 (1790)

Height; 120cm (10 years old) 143cm (15 years old)

Nationality; French (1775-1790) American (1790-1843+)

Religion; Catholic

He likes; Reading, drawing, mythology, tea with cookies, bitter coffee, any dessert with apples

Does not like; Etiquette classes, any insult towards his mother, extremist ideas, boring political topics.

Membership; Altar Boy (formerly) Moineaublue House (1785-1790)

Family; Jerome Moineablu (father) Jeanne Adrien´s (mother) [deceased] 8 uncles (unborn and stillborn) Lady Gertrude (aunt, grandmother) Simon Moineablue (Cousin) Benjamin Moineauble (cousin)

Biography; Born out of wedlock, being a mixed race, Gerald grew up in a church on the outskirts of the Moineablu house, he was labeled a bastard from birth, because at that time it was frowned upon to have illegitimate children, when Gerald's mother dies her life It takes an unexpected turn in 1785, once a nobleman has a new vision of France, and everything will change for him when he meets Maximillien Roberspierre, an old friend of his father, and things for him and for France will change when the revolution starts having a crisis. mentally, which will lead him to leave the country.

Trivia;

His childhood was worse, until I decided to change it.

He was a more spiteful kid in the original idea.

#fanart #fan art #my art #french #french revolution #18th century #barroque #historical #historic #manga #digital fanart #digital art #comic #novel #original character #oc #originalcharacterdesign

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aurhia · 1 year

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♪ 웃♏ for headcanon asks ?

I am going to do these for Adrien, the main character of the book I'm writing, which is set in a low-magic fantasy world created by me and two other creative partners. With covid I basically had to set this aside due to workload but I'm hoping now that I'm working for myself I can get back to making progress on it.

Adrien is the eldest daughter of a merchant in a trading port, working for her father at the family business and trying to navigate a political world that views her as beneath them.

♪: three songs that remind me of my muse:

Adrien's theme is All Eyes on Me by The Goo Goo Dolls. Particularly the line about "They smile and stab my back and I lie and have to laugh"

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I think Room at the Top by Adam Ant is a good example of the feel I'm going for.

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And Saints and Sinners by The Young Dubliners

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웃: three people that are important to my muse:

Her girlfriend Mol is maybe the most important person in her life. We see her only through Adrien's love-tinted view; to Adrien she has exquisite taste, excellent business sense, and is worth more than the rest of the City combined. Her history and her means of making a living don't matter. She sees through to who Adrien is when she's not masking for rank and business and keeps her sane.

Her best friend Pietro is a nobleman's son, and hasn't been forced to take responsibility for a damn thing in his life. He's a true friend though, and they've gotten into a lot of... well, it's only trouble if you get caught, right?

Her father. Her sisters as well, but her father has raised the three girls since their mother died several years previous. Adrien feels like she has to live up to his example when it comes to the family business, and that example is remarkable.

♏: something my muse obsesses over:

There is a murder in the book and Adrien becomes obsessed with tracking down the killer. I can't get into a lot of detail on that without spoilers, but I will say, bad decisions are the hallmark of obsessive behavior. Adrien's choices quickly go from bad to worse the deeper into it she gets.

#writing games

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pacificwaternymph · 2 years

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This is your official excuse to talk about your OCs

OKAY, SO

There's this oc I have that exists not in any specific fandom or story, just in a vaguely medieval setting. Her name is Alina, and she's part of a royal family, specifically, the cousin to the heir to the throne.

She's an archer, and a damn good one at that. She's extremely agile, and good at climbing, tracking, and hunting.

She has a brilliant mind but hates politics, and tends to lead with her heart, meaning she's not great at it either. She also has a hard time communicating what she means at times, and only gets frustrated and even harder to understand when others can decipher what she means.

Despite being royalty, she was raised on a farm since her parents were exiled before she was born for staging a coup against the current reigning royal family. Because of this, she dresses simply, in clothes closer to what you'd see a commoner wear than a noble. She has been mistaken for a servant several times because of this.

She has the biggest crush on the daughter of a nobleman by the name of Heidi, it's adorable. Think Marinette from Miraculous Ladybug around Adrien, except that Heidi is the exact same way. She just happens to be a bit better at hiding it.

She's very upbeat and happy go lucky, the kind of person who doesn't take things too seriously too often. So when she does, you know shit is about to go down.

She's a major gossip, too, having befriending most of the castle staff.

She wouldn't be a main character, per say, but more a character that is always acknowledged to be in the background, only coming into the spotlight every once in a while.

Also little fun fact: She's made a habit of climbing up to the rafters and then falling asleep on them. More often than not, if she's missing that's where she is. She once broke her leg because she woke up suddenly and rolled off the rafter she was on before she could register where she was.

#she speaks!!#alina the archer

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bi-bliotaph · 3 years

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GUYS ITS HERE!!! ITS IN MY HANDS RIGHT NOW IM SO EXCITED

#*SCREAMS*#I have been waiting for this for YEARS #I can’t believe it’s right here #I’m so excited to read it!!!#guys we have to gather the fandom and scream about it together alright?#the nobleman's guide to scandal and shipwrecks #tngtsas #mackenzi lee #Adrien Montague #tggtvav #tlgtpap

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galahadwilder · 3 years

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Adrien could be having the worst day anyone in Paris has ever had—like, “I am a nobleman during The Terror” kind of bad—and he’d see Marinette Dupain-Cheng make one (1) genuine smile and be like “today was a pretty good day!”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrienette #adrinette #original content

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hanaasbananas · 3 years

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100 Ways to say I Love You Chapter 99

I remember (Ladrien)

Sequel to chapter 92

AO3

The party was well underway, music, and laughter filling the hall with sounds of revelry. And yet...Adrien struggled to muster any enthusiasm for the event despite the fact that he had been the one to open the castle, hosting a week of celebration in the wake of the rebels victory and his own new status as King.

His crown dug uncomfortably into his scalp, reminding him of it’s presence, and idly, he thought that it would have to be resized before the coronation.

Looking over the party from his place on the throne, Adrien couldn’t help but sigh. It was clear that there was still much work to do if there was to be true unity. Even now, despite the many classes in attendance, there was a distinct division among the hall.

The rebels, of course, were enjoying the finest dining that Adrien could provide. Some had bought their own instruments, beginning to play—tunes Adrien recognised from the times when he had snuck into their camps so long ago—the music a fast tempo that had other’s clapping and stomping to the beat.

On the other side of the hall, quiet conversations replaced raucous laughter, and Adrien spotted many a dirty look being sent across the room to the lower classes. He snorted as one of the rebel leaders caught such a look, and raised his wine glass in a toast, sending the young nobleman spinning back around in mortification, his cheeks burning red.

Many of the nobles had returned—those who had opposed his father and fled his rage, enticed back by the promise of peace, but they were vastly outnumbered by the more opportunistic men. Men who brought with them their daughters in an attempt to curry favour with the new king, all of them hoping that one of those girls might become their next Queen, that they might use their daughters as mouthpieces for their own agendas.

It was incredibly tiresome. Not to mention, a completely useless endeavour, for there was only one woman who occupied his mind. And there never would be another.

Adrien swore under his breath, spying the Lady Rossi weaving through the crowd towards him as her father watched. She was one of the more insufferable noblewomen, and he did not look forward to sharing her company—it had been difficult enough to prise himself from her grasp the first time. There would not be a second.

Rising quickly, he slipped from the room just as Lady Rossi began to climb up onto the dais, moving faster when he heard her call after him.

The corridor was blessedly cool as he made his way to his chambers. He hadn’t realised how stuffy the hall had become, but it was certainly a welcome relief to be out of it, allowing the crisp night air to fill his lungs. His room was chillier still, a draft coming in from the window, and Adrien shivered, crossing the room to slam the shutters closed. Finally alone, he pulled the crown from his head, setting it unceremoniously down on his desk, and took his shirt off, examining the bandages that covered his torso.

“I thought I told you not to fight.”

The voice came from behind him, almost deafening in the quiet room. Adrien froze, his heart stuttering in his chest.

No. Not now...please

Squeezing his eyes shut, Adrien dropped his head against the window with a thud . “Not tonight,” he muttered under his breath “please, I cannot bear….I cannot—” A wave of grief washed over him, so strong it threatened to wind him, to knock the ground out from under his feet, and he struggled to stay upright.

Ladybug had not been among those who had stormed the castle. She had not been with those who came after, to discuss negotiations as he’d lay in his sickbed. Two weeks later, and many of the rebels had given her up for dead, though they had not said it.

“Adrien—”

He raised his voice, “begone, foul apparition!”

For weeks now, he had been plagued by them. A flash of red in the corner of his eye, the cheerful sound of Ladybug’s laughter around the corner, he’d even see her standing in this very room, talking to him as she had on that night, so long ago. They drove him to insanity, yet he craved them nonetheless, clinging to the scraps of his delirium as though they might become something tangible in his hands.

“I am no apparition,” A soft hand landed on his shoulder, and Adrien hardly dared to breathe. Had he finally succumbed to the madness? Had he—

”It’s me, Adrien. I am here.”

Slowly, he turned around, staring in disbelief at Ladybug in front of him, regarding him steadily, her blue eyes glistening behind her mask.

With trembling hands, Adrien reached out to touch her, terrified that she would dissolve into mist the moment that he made contact, but she remained solid beneath his palm. Solid, and real. “ You —” he breathed, cupping her face, feeling her soft skin, the warmth of her cheek, the intricate embroidery of her mask. Ladybug’s eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into his touch with a contented sigh.

“You’re alive .” His voice cracked on the word, but he could not bring himself to care. “We thought that you had been lost.”

“I told you that I would return, didn’t I?” Her lips twisted into a frown, fingers coming up to trace his bandages. Her touch was feather light, but he shuddered, goosebumps rising all along his skin. “But you almost broke your promise. When I heard about what happened, about your injury, I—I feared the worst. But your father —!”

“Yes,” Adrien confirmed. “What you heard is true.”

Truthfully, he had been expecting father to turn on him—why wouldn’t he? As the nobles had begun to leave, and more and more reports of rebel activities were delivered, it was almost inevitable that father would attempt to kill the one the rebels wished to make king.

And he had almost succeeded. It had only been the extra fighting lessons Adrien had been taking with the guards, as well as the fortuitous timing of the rebels storming the throne room that had saved his life. Still, father had left him with a souvenir—a knife in his gut and a scar to go with it.

“Let us not talk about that, my lady,” Adrien murmured, stroking her cheek softly. There would be time enough to discuss such things later, he was sure. And he would not taint this moment with discussion of his father’s crimes.

Instead, they sat by the fire and spoke of anything and everything else. Of what they had done in the six months since they had seen each other last. Still, they avoided talk of their feelings, though they spoke for hours, until the pinks and oranges of the early morning sky began to stretch across the horizon, the light breaking through a gap in the curtains and slicing through the darkness of his room.

Until that was the only subject they had not broached.

“The night I left,” Ladybug said, haltingly “when I was last here, you said—you almost said something to me.”

Adrien swallowed. “I remember.” How could he forget the desperation that had clawed at his chest, the terror that had filled him at the thought of Ladybug never truly knowing what was in his heart? And how many nights had he lain awake, cursing the way that those words had stuck in his throat, choking him, preventing him from saying them at all.

“Has that changed?”

“Yes,” his voice came out in a whisper. Ladybug’s face fell, and she stood, taking a step back from him.

“Oh.” Before she could go further however, he grabbed hold of her wrist, standing and taking her hands in his.

“Yes, it has changed,” he began earnestly. “Because with every second that passes, with every breath that I take, my feelings for you grow ever stronger. You occupy my thoughts like no other, whether you are in front of me, or not. My love for you is deeper now than it was that night, and it will be deeper still tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, forevermore.” Lifting her hand, Adrien pressed a kiss to Ladybug’s knuckles. “My feelings have not diminished. They never have, and they never will.”

For a long moment, she simply stared at him, her eyes blown wide, lips parted in surprise. In the dying candlelight, with the light dancing across her features, she looked ethereal, an angel among men. And he, a mere mortal.

Adrien couldn’t say who moved first. One minute they were staring at each other, the air between them crackling with tension, and the next, they were kissing.

His mouth slanted over hers, one hand cupping her neck, the other gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him so that they stood chest to chest, no space in between them. Ladybug’s fingers buried themselves in his hair, tugging on the strands and causing him to groan, a rumble deep in his chest. She opened her mouth to him, skimming her tongue along his. Pulling back slightly, he tugged at her lip with his teeth, swallowing her moan.

She consumed his senses, igniting a fire in his blood, and Adrien thought that he would let her destroy him, burn him from the inside out, if only she would do it with a kiss.

As they stumbled towards the bed— neither of them willing to let go of the other for even a second—he traced a line from her hipbone to the small of her back, unlacing the back of her dress, kissing her jaw and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the hollow of her throat before rising and capturing her lips once more.

Afterwards, as they lay sated in bed, Adrien reached out, tracing a path up and down her arm. Ladybug’s eyes followed the movement, watching his hand before taking his wrist, her fingers running over the ribbon that she had given him as a token, still tied around his wrist.

“You kept it,” she sounded surprised.

“Of course.”

The edge was badly frayed from the many times he had toyed with it, but it was otherwise intact. Silently, Adrien watched as she unwound it, sitting up and turning her back to him. The sheets pooled around her waist, and he sat up too, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder, wrapping his arms around her middle as she unbraided her hair. Glancing over at him, Ladybug held up the ribbon, “tie this into my hair for me?”

Her hair slid through his fingers like silk, the ribbon standing out starkly against her dark hair as he braided her hair clumsily, threading it through the plait. When he was done, she faced him again, her eyes seeming to glow in the early morning light. Holding his wrist, she kissed the pale strip of skin that had been underneath the ribbon, her lips lingering for a long moment. “Thank you for taking care of it for me.”

Gently, Adrien pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, pressing a kiss to her brow, his heart brimming with contentment and joy.

“Always."

#holy shit one more chapter to go!!#also this might be my favourite historical piece in the series #miraculous ladybug #ladrien #ladybug #adrien agreste #100 ways to say i love you

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thewritewolf · 3 years

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Adventure to the Hear Chapter 8: Commission

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“Def feel like we’re in over our heads again.” Nino frowned at his character sheet, but his eyes were narrowed in determination.

“Probably, but that’s half the fun, right?” Alya rubbed her hands together, a gleam in her eyes. “Besides, this one isn’t our fault. That nobleman seemed to be pretty sure we could handle this without a sweat.”

“Maybe we were just rolling bad for a while.” Adrien put his eyes level with his dice and glared at them. Which, while adorable, did nothing to alleviate the frustration Marinette felt building up inside her.

On the one hand, she was glad that the plot wasn’t immediately obvious because of course! A plot should be at least a little sneaky so it will be all the more satisfying when it is uncovered. That part was alright. What was significantly less alright was the fact that not a single one of them seemed all that suspicious about this trap and how they were blatantly lied to about how this mission would go.

Like - the bandits were clearly warned of their arrival. Traps had been set - ambushes had been laid. There wasn’t a single sleeping or unobservant guard to be found. Okay, sure, maybe Nino wouldn’t notice and Adrien was just excited to be here. Her eyes landed on him and for a moment she lost her train of thought. So very, very excited in a sweet and endearing way. Marinette jolted herself out of it before she spiralled out of control completely.

Where was she? Oh, right, Alya. At the very least, she expected that Alya would have figured out that something was amiss.

Maybe she was being too harsh. Marinette had heard of stuff like this before. People shut off their brains when they are playing the game - here, Alya wasn’t the super sleuth of the Ladyblog, she was Foxglove the elven ranger.

Her eye twitched at the reminder of the name. At least no one else seemed to have picked up on the little hint to her superhero persona. After all, who would be crazy enough to put a pun in their character’s name for something that important?

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck as their latest skirmish ended. “Okay, this might sound crazy but…”

“Hit me with it, blondie.” Alya watched her bounce dice as she rolled a bunch of them at once. “I like crazy.”

“Do you think… maybe… this was a plan to get rid of us?”

While the others looked at each other with expressions of dawning disbelief, Marinette tried to keep a neutral expression despite her giddiness. Finally! Someone had figured it out!

Alya’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and she tapped her finger to her chin. “Why’d they do that? We’ve been doing a pretty good job protecting the emperor, right?”

“Oh, snap dude!” Nino’s eyes flew open as he grabbed Alya’s shoulder. “Maybe that’s the thing - maybe they want us outta the way so they harsh the emperor’s vibes!”

“Or something even worse,” Adrien added somberly. “We’d better keep an eye on them, just to be safe.”

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief as they went back to the session at hand. That was one plot thread that wasn’t going to be getting wasted at least.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Dungeons and Dragons #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Adrienette #AdrinetteApril2021 #ml fanfiction #my writing #Adventure to the Heart

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dakotacrisis · 3 years

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The Stars Need a Tale

Since 2021 wants to be a jerk not even a week in I’m dropping this now.

A Lukadrien Pirate AU that has very strong Pirates of the Caribbean vibes in the first chapter. I did not realize how similar it was until I already finished it. I have been sitting on this WIP forever and now feels like a good time to post it.

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Give me a shilling and I’ll give you a song

My cup’s in need of filling and the night is long

I do not know where we’ll sail

I do not know where we’ll roam

But the stars need a tale

And I will sing one for foam

“Boy!” A hoarse and battered voice snapped at Adrien. The young stable hand immediately clammed up, embarrassed at being overheard. The old coachman hobbled into the stable with a pitchfork in hand and a scowl etched into the deep lines of his face. “Stop singing them sea shanties! Don’t you know those songs are dangerous to be singing? You’ll bring a whole fleet of ne'er do wells and heathens down upon us!”

“Sorry Willard.” Adrien apologized. “It was stuck in my head.”

“Well, you’ll do well to get it out of your head!” The old man knocked the back of Adrien’s knees with the blunt of the pitchfork. “Where’d you even pick up a tune like that?”

“I was at the blacksmith picking up new horseshoes and the lads in there were singing it.” Adrien mumbled.

“Hmph,” Willard rested against the side of one of the stable doors. “I’m not surprised. Those lads don’t have more than a couple of nails for brains in their heads. Don’t they know the danger of singing songs like that?”

“I understand that it is in poor taste but I don’t think a shanty is going to bring pirates down on us, Willard.” Adrien led one of the mares out of her stall.

“Spoken like a young fool.” Willard grumbled, “Get the horses ready. The master and his family are leaving for the fort soon.”

“Yes, sir.” Adrien nodded, obedient. He knew better than to sing those kinds of songs, especially where Willard might hear. As much as Adrien hated pirates and disliked sailors in general he had to admit they made some catchy tunes.

He finished harnessing the horses and handed the reins over to Willard so he could go pick up the family. Adrien trailed after the coach on foot taking the time the walk gave him to look over the town. There was an advantage to be working for one of the wealthiest families on the island and that was the view. The hill the Graham de Vanily’s estate resided on was up high above the bustle of the town. One could see everything from up there. To the north was the military fort, south was the farms, and east laid the village and the port. Watching the sun rise over the ocean horizon was one of Adrien’s favorite things to do.

The song from before wormed its way into Adrien’s thoughts again but he contented himself with only humming it this time. When he got to the front of the mansion he saw the Graham de Vanily family exiting the home and climbing into the coach.

The youngest of the family turned and saw Adrien. He raised his hand in greeting. “Adrien! Good morning!”

“Good morning, mister de Vanily.” Adrien sped up his pace a little to catch up.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Felix?” The nobleman’s son sighed.

“Apologies.” Adrien gave a respectful nod of his head, “But I fear the master and lady of the house disapprove of such familiarity.”

“Yes. See?” The lady, Amelie Graham de Vanily fanned herself from inside the coach, “The stable boy has some sense of propriety.”

“It is only, Adrien, my dear,” Master Frederick Graham de Vanily said to his wife. “The boys have known each other practically their entire lives. Let them be a little familiar.”

Growing up Adrien had spent most, if not his entire life, serving the Graham de Vanily family. His mother had been a maid in their household and at any opportunity that Adrien could make himself useful he was. Now with his mother long since passed Adrien was the estate’s stable hand. Before he was properly employed though it seemed his job was to be the friend of Felix since they were so close in age. Adrien being only two years older than him. As children they had often played a game where they would switch spots to see how long it would take everyone else to notice that it was not Felix but Adrien wearing his clothes. The boys did look eerily similar as children apart from their eyes. Adrien had green and Felix’s were a pale grey. Growing older their differences became more pronounced. Adrien was more tanned from working outside and his frame bulkier and stronger than Felix’s pale and lithe scholarly build.

“Hm,” Lady Amelie turned her face away with a small scowl. Adrien had no idea why she disliked him so but didn’t question it. Perhaps it was a difference of classes.

The family loaded into the coach and took off down the hill towards the fort. Adrien went about with the rest of his daily chores before taking a rest to eat. Climbing up into the branches of one of the trees dappled around the mansion his mind started to drift as it often did when he was left alone with his thoughts. Simple thoughts about whether it would rain tonight to more questions about if he was meant to do anything with his life outside of being a stable hand.

He liked his work and the de Vanily family always treated him well. Outside of his work though there wasn’t much of anything at all to his life. His mother died when he was fourteen due to a fever, his father had been a sailor that he never met, he had no siblings, outside of Felix he didn’t even have any friends his own age. Those that he was close to were better classified as acquaintances and co-workers. Hell, he was likely to call the horses he took care of as his friends more than any human being he’s ever interacted with.

It was lonely and more than once Adrien thought of abandoning everything and jumping the next ship out of town. Not that he ever would. To do that would be to leave behind everything he knew. Everything that was comfortable. He didn’t have the first clue as to where he would go or what he would do if he got out into the world. The closest he ever came to a plan was to sail to another town and hope he could get employed as a stable hand over there. It wasn’t exactly a grand change from where he was now.

The chimes of the bells alerted him to the growing lateness of the day and Adrien climbed down from his perch and got back to work. Thoughts of the wonders the world may hold locked up again as he went to meet the coach to take back the horses.

Felix and him talked for a bit before dinner about what they had been at the fort for. Some officer had received a promotion or possibly someone was being honored for the many years of service. Felix couldn’t remember and honestly didn’t care. It seemed they were attending more functions like that every week. Not that there was much else to do in their town.

The night rolled in and Adrien was asleep in the farm loft. He had his own bed in the servant’s quarters but preferred the hay and soft sound of the wind than he did to the snoring of the other servants. Even if it did get colder out in the barn.

BANG!

The noise was enough to startle Adrien awake. Had the barn door not been shut properly. He crawled from his nest of hay and blankets and saw that the door had remained shut. But then what had--

BANG!

Another destructive bang broke the silent air. It sounded like it was coming from the mansion. Quickly grabbing a pitchfork for defense Adrien dashed from the barn. Outside he could hear the commotion much clearer now. He could see it too. Down below at the village, the farms, and even the fort fires raged under the moonlit sky. Out across the horizon sat a large lone ship almost invisible against the inky black ocean.

Pirates? Here?

As stealthily and quickly as he could Adrien drew closer to the house. Sure enough there was a group of vagabonds trying to break down the front door. Thank goodness Master Frederick had insisted on thick solid wood doors. Hopefully these idiot pirates would keep up trying to get through the door before they realized they could more easily break in through one of the windows. Speaking of…

Adrien ran back towards the opposite end of the mansion and climbed up one of the trees closest to the mansion wall. He got to a window and frantically started knocking on it. “Felix!” He shouted in a whisper in hopes of not giving away his location to the pirates, “Felix, it’s Adrien! Open up!”

“Adrien?” Felix’s face emerged from behind the curtains. He quickly unlocked the window and pulled Adrien inside. “What’s going on out there?”

“Pirates.” The sharp sound of breaking glass let Adrien know that the pirates had come to realization about the windows at long last. “We need to get out of here.”

“How?”

“Back through the window. Climb down and make a run for the woods. The pirates shouldn’t go looking out there.” The sound of pounding feet got louder. The doorknob to the room started to shake and rattle as whoever it is tried to get inside.

A string of swears passed half muttered through Adrien’s thoughts. He braced himself against the door but the person on the other side would break through eventually. “Go!” Adrien urged, “Get out of here.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be right behind you.” Adrien lied. There was no way he was going to be able to get out the window before the pirates knocked down the door.

“But--” Felix tried to argue.

“Go!” Adrien said more vehemently. Felix gave him one last look before he climbed out the window and onto the tree outside. At the same moment Adrien couldn’t hold the door any longer and the pirates burst in.

“Look at what we got here.” One of the dirty, scabby men aimed a sharp and freshly bloodied sword at him. “This your room, rich boy?”

Rich boy? They must think he’s one of the nobles.

“You’re trespassing.” Adrien tried to sound brave despite the clear threat to his life.

“Aye, that tends to happen in this line of work.” The pirate stepped closer. “What’s your name boy?”

“Adrien...Adrien Graham de Vanily.” He couldn’t be sure why he lied about his name. In the moment all he could think of was buying Felix, and hopefully his family, enough time to get to safety. If they thought he was one of the nobles they may not go out of their way looking for more.

“Ah, so this is your room.” More pirates filtered in grabbing anything that looked of worth and tossing everything that didn’t. “Some pretty trinkets in here but I think we’ve found one even more valuable than any shiny bauble. What say you, lads?”

The other pirates agreed. Those that didn’t have their arms overladen with stolen trinkets grabbed Adrien by either arm and started to drag him from the room. “Right this way, young master.” The pirate gave an exaggerated bow followed by a raucous round of laughter.

He tried to fight against their hold but it was all in vain. There were more of them, hardened and strengthened from years on the sea with weapons he knew they wouldn’t hesitate to use if he became a problem. They descended down the hill away from the mansion through the chaos of the town.

It was even worse seeing the turmoil up close. His home being torn apart and burned as if it was nothing more than trash. That was bad enough but it wasn’t the worst part. No. It was the screams. Screams of fear echoing over everything else. Sharp and full of pain.

The pirates came to the shore with Adrien in tow and tossed him into a boat as the others piled in. Arms overloaded with stolen goods they paddled back to the ship further out in the bay. The sheer size of the ship growing larger and more imposing the closer they got. Adrien swallowed back his nerves as he was forced up the ladder onto the deck of the ship.

“Aye, what do we have here?” A man approached a now bound Adrien. The man was every inch a pirate. Tall, cold eyes, a devilish grin, and the smell of salt and death clinging to him. This had to be the captain.

“My name is Adrien Graham de Vanily,” Adrien said with a confidence he was quickly losing, “Your men stole me from my home.”

“That’s quite a name, boy.” The captain grinned wider, “But the rich can afford to have longer names now, can’t they?”

“I demand you return me home at once!”

“Oh we will,” The captain clapped a hand on his back, “For the right price.” He shoved him back into the group of pirates.

“Take our guest to the brig. Make sure he’s comfortable.” The pirates leered and laughed as they once again dragged Adrien away against his will down below the deck. He was pushed into a small cell and the door locked behind him.

“If the accommodations are not to your liking just let us know.” One of the pirates flashed a smile of blackened teeth at him. “We’ll be sure to come by and fluff your pillow.”

The pirates took off again roaring with laughter. With nothing else to do Adrien sat down on the small plank of wood that passed as a bed in this cell. There the world grew quiet again. Nothing but the lap of the water against the haul and creek of the wood.

What had he gotten himself into? Why hadn’t he just tried to escape with Felix? This was a disaster. They thought he was the son of a noble. They were going to try ransoming him back to his family. What would they do once they found out he wasn’t actually part of the de Vanily family? At best they’d say he wasted their time and kick him off at the next port, at worst they’d kill him.

Who knows, maybe the family would pay it. After all, Adrien had always been a good employee and friend to Felix. There may be a chance…

Oh who was he kidding! He was a servant and nothing more. They’d maybe feel guilty for a day and then go out and hire another stable hand like Adrien never existed.

The only way Adrien was getting out of here was on his own. He’d have to be smart and try to keep up the facade as long as he could. They won’t kill him if they think he’s worth anything. With some luck he just may be able to escape but even he knew that was a long shot. Right now his only plan was to survive as long as possible.

What felt like a lifetime later the ship lurched and Adrien watched through a crack in hull as the silhouette of his home became smaller and smaller before disappearing altogether.

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#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #lukadrien #pirate au

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