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Spring Fever (20). The Epilogue
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Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | art | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | art | art | 18 | 19 | 20 |
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Here’s the final chapter of Spring Fever! Thank you all for taking this journey with me, for reading, liking, commenting, reblogging! You’re the best!
I am deeply grateful to my beta @goblin-alchemist for all the help, brainstorming and valuable advice!
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Chapter 20. Adrien’s Girlfriend
In which Adrien doesn’t want a kiss
'Absolutely not!’ Adrien cried, already beet red and vexed. ‘No kissing!’
'But Monsieur Adrien!’ Vincent lamented throwing his head back and his hands up in the air as if he’d been one of inflatable tube men.
Adrien almost pitied him. He’d stood in front of Vincent’s camera for years, never complaining, never demanding, never protesting. Even if the Italian photographer’s ideas made him uncomfortable or silly. Even if he had to endure hours of strange poses and itchy clothes. But not today. Today the man had crossed the line.
'I said no!’ Adrien repeated.
'Vincent, why are you shouting at my son, at my photoshoot?’ A stern voice came from behind the photographer.
Vincent whipped his head to where Adrien’s father was standing, his face not bearing any traces of smile or content.
'Ah, Monsieur Agreste, there’s a problem,’ he wailed, gesturing wildly to Adrien and his supposed partner for the photoshoot, a loud blonde girl from Norway, as far as he recalled. ‘Your son refuses to kiss the model he’s been paired with.’
'There was never any kissing involved before.’ Adrien grumbled, taking a few extra steps away from the other model. ‘I don’t see how suddenly it’s needed.’
Vincent rolled his eyes. 'Adrien, that’s the whole theme of this collection,’ he complained. ‘You simply can’t not kiss your colleague. Every outfit deserves a kiss!’
'No, I won’t,’ Adrien stomped his foot stubbornly. His embarrassment at Vincent’s failed attempts at cajoling, prompting or persuading him into kissing the girl had been epic even before his father had arrived. Now it was of astronomical proportions. But he had made up his mind.
'Monsieur Agreste, this is unprofessional,’ Vincent apparently couldn’t recognize a dead horse when he saw one. And as this was the first time Adrien technically threw a tantrum (not really, but the stink eye the photographer was giving him made it feel that way), he must have thought taking things up to his father would help in any way.
Well, it wouldn’t.
'I warn you, Vincent. Adrien is an Agreste, and once committed, an Agreste will never yield,’ Monsieur Agreste announced coldly. ‘Besides, I have anticipated the current difficulties and the solution is… being prepared.’
The photographer nodded gloomily. He turned to the Norwegian model and shrugged.
Adrien was about to sigh in relief when his father glared at him. A raised brow was never a good sign.
'Now Adrien,’ Agreste senior rubbed the bridge of his nose. ‘I understand your discomfort, but you’re not a 14 year old anymore. This collection is targeted at older teens and young adults and as such it requires, as the main designer likes to say - some “rock-and-roll”,’ he winced at the description. ‘So if you’re uncomfortable and want to resign-‚’ he suspended his voice.
'No!’ Adrien protested. ‘I promised I’d help,’ he cast a look at the other model and lowered his voice to a desperate whisper. 'But I can’t kiss her. I just can’t.’
'I see.’ His father straightened up and looked at something behind Adrien’s back. Whatever he saw there, it made him smirk like a cat that just ate a canary. ‘May I offer you another solution?’ he motioned Adrien to turn around.
The sight stole the air in his lungs and made him clutch at his chest, as his heart threatened to rip out and run. To her.
For an outsider it probably looked as if Marinette simply arrived at the set. But not for Adrien. As far as he was concerned she graced these mortals with her divine presence. Now, however, it seemed that she had received a whole makeover.
Her hair was curled into midnight locks, weaving its way around her shoulders. Her beauty was subtly enhanced by the make-up artist, who made her lashes even longer and somehow managed to make her unique freckles stand out despite the applied blush. She was wearing a dress of her own design, delicate and ethereal. The material hugged her curves like a glove, yet it seemed to float as if in a breeze. She looked like incarnation of the Spring herself.
It’s been four years since that fateful April and she never ceased taking his breath away. Sometimes he wondered if the fever had been real, or maybe just an embarrassing dream that allowed him to finally understand what his heart had known all along. That Marinette Dupain-Cheng was his love, his soulmate, his everything.
'Ah, and here she is,’ Adrien’s father announced with a smile.
'Monsieur Gabriel?’ Marinette stepped lightly over the set as she approached them. ‘You wanted to see me?’
‘You hired a new model, Monsieur Agreste?’ the photographer exclaimed, his gaze already calculating and planning. ‘A new face?’
'Vincent, may I introduce you to the creative mind behind this collection,’ Gabriel raised his voice above the susurration that swept over the set at Marinette’s arrival. ‘Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng.’
'I will kiss her!’ Adrien volunteered, finally understanding his father’s scheme. 'I’m the only one allowed to, you know!’ he added with a Cheshire cat grin.
‘Of course you will, Adrien,’ Agreste senior assured, corners of his lips twitching into a smirk. ‘Now go to the make-up artist to refresh your look. You’re all sweaty and your hair simply won’t do.’
He gave the boy a gentle push and offered to show Marinette to the set while they waited for Adrien. As the teen made his way to the makeup station he heard his father’s content voice.
'I thank the heavens every day that he fell in love with you, Marinette.’ Now there was a horrified gasp as he added. ‘There was a time I was seriously afraid Ladybug would be my future daughter-in-law.’
Adrien heard Marinette’s adorable giggle and he snorted. If only his father knew.
He often went back to that moment when he had helped her to a bench, before she made him return to the photoshoot, leaving her to wait for Ladybug to do her magic and cure her ankle. He sometimes regretted not stalling for a bit that day. Maybe he’d figure it out sooner. Instead it took him all day of floating on cloud nine before he recalled the sensation of his first kisses with Marinette, and connected it with the time Ladybug’s power surged through him the day before that. Same energy, same magic. In one compact package of the love of his life, the bravest girl he knew. His girlfriend.
*** The End ***
Author’s Note: Once again thank you for reading! Let me know how you liked this chapter, and the whole fic! See you in the next story!
#adrinette#adrienette#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#miraculous ladybug#spring fever#perdita writes#ml fic#adrien's girlfriend#adrinetteapril2019#fluff#aged up
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JUST A FRIEND
It's @adrinetteapril, peopleeeeeeee!
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→ day 68
(for @adrinetteapril day 11: facetime!)
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Adrinette April Day 1: Just Friends
“I thought you and Marinette were just friends,” Nino said.
Adrien hummed softly, eyeing the counters with deep concentration. “We are.”
“Really,” Nino said, pouring as much skepticism into that one word as possible.
“Yup!”
“Adrien.”
“Hmm?”
“Dude, are you seriously looking at rings right now?!”
Adrien blinked and turned to look at Nino. “Well, I can’t buy her earrings,” he said, as though that made perfect sense.
“And why can’t you?” Nino said. Not because he expected the explanation to make any more sense than this already did, but because he was morbidly curious.
Adrien smiled that dumb, secret smile he’d taken to smiling every time Marinette was around or even mentioned and said, “Because she has earrings she likes.”
“But she has no rings that she likes,” Nino deadpanned.
“You’re right,” Adrien said, slapping a hand to his head. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Marinette never wears rings. I should buy her a bracelet. Or maybe a necklace? Her favorite color is pink, but she has so many pink necklaces. A blue stone would really bring out her eyes.” He drifted happily towards the counters on the other side of the store.
Nino watched him go, gobsmacked. The sound of his phone ringing jerked him out of his daze and he answered automatically.
“OH MY GOD,” Alya shouted in his ear. “If I hear the words “just friends” one more time, I’m going to smack a bitch.”
“Adrien knows exactly what kind of jewelry Marinette likes to wear,” Nino offered. “He said a blue stone would bring out her eyes.”
Alya made a sound like she was dying. “Marinette is sewing a black cat plush for Adrien. Do you know the fabric store has two hundred and twenty-six shades of green?! Because I do. I had to stand there for three hours while Marinette examined every shade to see which best matched Adrien’s eyes.”
“Oh god,” Nino said, coming to a sudden and rather horrifying realization.
“What?”
“This store has five counters of blue jewelry.”
“It was nice knowing you,” Alya said somberly.
“Oh god. Why can’t they just admit that they’re dating?” Nino whined. “Then they could do this couple-y crap together instead of dragging us along.”
“Hey Nino!” Adrien called out. “Come here. Which of these would be best for a friend?”
“None of them!” Alya screamed over the phone. “You stupid -”
And on that note, Nino quickly hung up as he made his way over.
“You know, Dude, most guys don’t give their friends jewelry just because,” Nino said as gently as possible.
Adrien looked at the necklaces and then back at Nino. “Should I get her something else?”
Nino looked at the necklaces, then at Adrien’s hopeful face. He had a sudden vision of himself spending the rest of the day trailing behind Adrien ‘Just Friends’ Agreste as Adrien tried to find the perfect gift for Marinette ‘No Really, We’re Just Friends’ Dupain-Cheng.
“Nope. Ignore me. That one is perfect,” Nino said quickly, pointing to a random necklace.
“You think Marinette will like it?” Adrien asked, eyeing the necklace suspiciously.
Nino sighed. “Yes. She will love it. You could give her trash and she’d love it.” He muttered that last part under his breath, but Adrien’s head still snapped around.
“What?” Adrien said.
“Nothing.” Nino shook his head, quietly resigning himself to spending the rest of his life with the most oblivious people ever.
#adrinetteapril2019#miraculous ladybug#adrien agreste#marinette dupain-cheng#post reveal#nino lahiffe#poor nino#alya cesaire#my drabbles
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Adrienette April Day 18: In The Rain
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Adrinette April - Adrien’s Girlfriend
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“Uugh. This isn’t working. You! Adrien’s girlfriend! Come stand here with me. The look on his face is right but it’s no good when directed three feet to my left.”
Marinette tried not to flinch, and willed herself not to turn around and see which of the models had distracted Adrien so much.
“Her name,” Adrien’s voice rang out, cutting across the chatter of the shoot and creating a lull, “is Marinette.”
She spun wide eyed to face him, and was shocked by the shy smile and blush reaching across his face.
“But girlfriend also works, if she wants it.”
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And so it continues. @adrinetteapril
Day Three: Embarrassing
“How much do you love me?”
Adrien grinned into the phone. “Is this a trick question, my lady?”
“I’m serious,” Marinette huffed, her voice more panicked than irritated. “It’s kind of a code red situation and I’m stuck at this photoshoot.”
“A code red…? Oh.” He paused. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” He could hear the grimace in her voice.
“Uh, don’t any of the other models have...” He trailed off, knowing the answer to that question even as he asked it. She wouldn’t be calling him otherwise.
He signaled to Plagg that they would be leaving and grabbed his shoes.
Marinette sighed. “If they do they’re not sharing.”
She sounded more than a little stressed. Adrien wondered if there was more to the situation than she was saying.
“Don’t worry, LB. This cat’s got your back. It’s the shoot by the Trocadero yeah?”
“Ah, yeaaaah,” She said. “Um, about that. I kind of need a little more than just tampons.”
“Oh?”
“I may have bledthroughmyunderwear.”
“I’m sorry?” He said. “Can you run that by me again?”
“Argh,” She cried and Adrien could almost see her tugging frantically at her hair. “I. Bled. Through. My. Underwear.”
“Oh.”
“Please stop saying that!” She whined. “I had to swallow all of my pride just to call you. And even then it’s only because Tikki refused to fly home and grab me an extra pair.”
“That- that would be something to see.”
He could see it all too well- her indignant kwami, wearing a red and black set of panties like a cape, flying through Paris. He wanted to laugh but all that came out was a whimper.
Ladybug’s underwear. They were talking about Ladybug’s underwear.
It was beyond pathetic, he knew, the way his heart sped up. Sad and mortifying and so, so, so desperate.
“Chaaat,” She said, frantic
That snapped him out of it. Or at least brought him back to their conversation.
“N-no worries, buginette.” Adrien nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “I’ve got you covered.”
Literally, it would seem.
Marinette was too grateful and mortified to appreciate the joke. She sang his effusive praises even as she rushed him off the phone, only remembering to add, top shelf of the dresser, bottom drawer of the bathroom cabinet before hanging up.
Adrien’s arm fell slack to his side, unable or unwilling to dissect everything that just happened. He glanced towards his kwami.
Plagg’s smile was downright gleeful as he took in Adrien’s red, red face.
“So… I hear we’re going on a panty raid.”
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Advance Happy Birthday, Adrien!
For @adrinetteapril Day 9 "Birthday Gifts"
#at this point I'm not so sure if I can finish the entire prompts before the end of the month#i'm too busy with real life#adrinetteapril2019#adrinette april#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#ml#adrinette#adrienette#adrien agreste#marinette dupain-cheng#ml art#my art#fanart#digital art#artists on tumblr#tablet drawing
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Day 1: Just Friends...
For @adrinetteapril Day 1: Just Friends. [AO3]
Adrien & Marinette had been standing outside the restaurant for a half hour. It wasn’t unusual for their collège class reunions. These usually meant two or three of the group stayed out by the entrance. Being informal and short notice (i.e. whenever everyone could make it) meant no booking private venues, and impromptu ushers until everyone showed.
What was unusual, Ivan thought with a frown, was that they weren’t holding hands, or had their arm around the other’s waist, or nuzzling into each other, or any other public display of adrinette. They simply stood, chatting, hands in their pockets.
He shared a look of unease with Mylene as they approached.
The other couple greeted them as warmly as ever regardless and, after hugs and cheek kisses, waited patiently as Mylene looked between them with an, “Umm...” seemingly oblivious to her discomfort.
Marinette’s smile seemed to hide something. Adrien’s beaming grin did not—but was no less mysterious.
“Did something...” Ivan continued for his wife, “Happen between you two?”
Suddenly, Adrien’s smile faded as he bit down on his lip and Marinette answered, “Yeeeah, about that. Something did happen. Now we’re-” she glanced towards Adrien.
“We’re just friends...” he provided, face solemn.
Ivan and Mylene barely caught each other’s eyes, disbelieving, before a flash of movement.
“... Just friends and fiancees!” Adrien all but yelled, holding up Marinette’s hand in his.
On their intertwined fingers, engagement rings glinted in the light. This time he did yell, “We’re engaged!” while throwing his (and one of her) arms in the air.
“He’s been doing this all night,” she laughed. “I didn’t want to worry anyone but- look at him!”
They did look at him. He was looking at Marinette. Too much gratitude overwhelmed his features to be just for tonight’s prank. His eyes lit up even more at her giggle.
“Guess I’ll just have to play along with my silly husband the rest of my life,” she said, squeezing his hand.
Adrien’s expression softened and he opened his mouth to- oof!
Ivan whapped Adrien in the chest with a backhand, sending him reeling. “You scared me!” he said, and before his victim could apologize, Ivan gathered Adrien up in a bear hug and bellowed, “Dude, congratulations!”
Then softly, so only the two could hear, “You’re welcome. I know the about to cry because my wife is too cute look too well.”
“ Y'got me, “Adrien wheeze-laughed. “Thanks, man... wife. My wife!”
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Adrinette April 2019 Day 24
I’ll get these done yet!!
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Day 24 - Bridal Style
“Why?”
“Why what Marinette?” Alya turned her head and looked at the girl who had suddenly yelled.
Marinette and Alya were walking between classes on their way to gym.
“Why is it called bridal style?” Marinette was ticked off at the upcoming gym class because they were doing silly partner obstacle course exercises. “I can understand having a section called the fireman’s carry, and the piggy back section. But why the Bridal Style section?”
Alya tried to calm Marinette down. “It’s just an old term. Nobody knows where it came from but it’s just what is used.” she said dismissively.
“That’s not the point. Can’t they say ‘cradle in arms’ or ‘front carry’? Those terms make a lot more sense. Not every country has the tradition of carrying the bride over the threshold and even then it can’t apply when it’s a guy being carried.” Marinette pouted and crossed her arms as she started to stomp.
They met up with Nino and Adrien father down the hall.
“It’s old fashion and doesn’t really apply to an exercise.” Marinette went on.
Nino fell into step beside Alya. “What doesn’t apply?” he asked.
Alya rolled her eyes, “Marinette doesn’t like the term ‘Bridal Style’.”
Adrien who had fallen in beside Marinette said, “I kind of agree with that. While it may apply when a it’s a girl being carried, it doesn’t really fit when a guy caries a guy.”
Marinette shot Adrien a dirty look, “What about when a girl carries a guy?”
Adrien suddenly felt like he had said the wrong thing as they all paused in the hall.
“Ah, well... not that per say, I mean.. um...” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck.
“I think he just meant when a girl is being carried.” Nino tried to calm Marinette down.
Marinette put her arms down by her side, her hands clenched in fists. “So you don’t think a girl can carry a guy ‘bridal style’?” She challenged.
Nino raised his hands and backed away, “No not saying that. Just you usually don’t see a girl carrying a guy.”
“Well see about that.” Marinette shoved her school bag at Alya. She then bent down and put one arm behind Adrien’s knees and the other around his back. She lifted him into a ‘bridal style’ carry and started marching off. “See!!! Girls can carry guys!!!”
Alya and Nino watched a very red faced Adrien being carried off by Marinette. Lots of students watched Marinette as she carried Adrien into gym class.
“Dang, I didn’t know she was that strong.” Nino adjusted his hat as he watched her walk away.
Alya started to lightly giggle. “I wonder what she’s going to do when she realizes she’s holding Adrien?”
After a moment there was a shriek followed by a thud, an ow and much apologizing from the gym classroom.
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Pick a Pretty Flour: Just Friends
Written for @adrinetteapril
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“For someone who moved in two week ago, you sure haven’t done a lot of unpacking.” Marinette eyed the towers of boxes stacked around the open studio space of Adrien’s apartment from her spot in the doorway.
Adrien blushed and ducked his head as he rummaged through one of the boxes to find a book he’d been telling her about. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to get around to that.”
“You should tell Papa you need a day off.” She stepped over a bulging duffel bag and further into the room. “He wouldn’t mind. I could even cover for you if you needed.”
“It’s okay. I’ll get unpacked eventually. I’ve got most of the essentials out. This stuff is just...” He trailed off as he continued his search. “I’ll figure it out.”
“You aren’t sure if this is permanent or not.”
“I don’t know.” He frowned and moved the box he was looking in and ripped the tape off the next box. “I’ve moved three times in a little over a month and I think I’m just tired.”
As if admitting it out loud made him realize how true it was, Adrien finally felt his exhaustion. After a long fight with a rare blood disease, his mother had passed away barely three months before. He’d spent half his life in London with her after his parents divorced so after the funeral and her affairs had been put in order, he’d left their home in the care of his aunt and moved into a small flat outside the city on his own. The ink had barely dried on his rent contract when he realized he didn’t want to be there anymore without his mom.
He packed up the few things he’d unpacked and shipped them to his father’s estate after Gabriel had offered a stiff invitation to move in at Emilie’s funeral. Gabriel’s home was large and empty and everything felt awkward and forced. The large paintings of his mother and their family still together in each room also made Adrien vaguely uneasy about the situation. When his inquiry for a job at the bakery led to finding out there was an open studio apartment in the building behind it, he jumped at the chance to be on his own. He still wanted to try to build a relationship with his father but it felt like a better start to not be under the same roof and forcing awkward pleasantries.
“Are you okay?”
Adrien shook himself and saw the concerned look on Marinette’s face. He must’ve zoned out; he’d been doing that a lot lately. He played it off with a laugh and felt a bright small fall into place. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
She narrowed her eyes discerningly and then nodded. “You need a break.”
“I just started working there. I don’t think--”
“I’ll take the opening shift tomorrow so you should plan to sleep in and maybe clean up around here.”
“Marinette--”
She held up a hand. “And you better not show up at the bakery because I am not a morning person so the fact that I’m offering to get up and work for you really means a lot and you should know that.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement before turning kind. “Really, Adrien, I don’t mind. You should take the day to just chill out.”
He felt his eyes burn and clenched his teeth. Crying had become so much easier and unpredictable since he’d lost his mom. “Thank you,” he forced out, hoping she didn’t realize he was holding back tears. “I would really appreciate that.”
Marinette smiled and started to move back towards the door. “Don’t mention it. What are friends for.” She closed the door behind her and Adrien let himself fold to the floor.
He didn’t cry hard and not even for very long, but he appreciated Marinette letting him do it in private. It really was nice to have a friend.
Buy me a cherry coke?
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Spring Fever (18)
@adrinetteapril 2019 story
Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | art | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | art | 18 | 19 | 20 |
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A huge thank you to @goblin-alchemist for betareading this story! And thank you all for reading, liking, reblogging and for the comments. You make me very happy! <3
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Chapter 18. Bien joue
In which Adrien takes things slow
The magic rushed through him as soon as their lips touched, making him high on spring and power. The world spun around him as sparkles cracked all over his tingling skin. Adrien felt charged with new energy, filled with inexplicable happiness and melting from emotions flooding his heart. And the earthly scents of grass, blossoming trees and spring sun only added to the sensations. The seconds the kiss took stretched to eternity as he remained in this enchanted moment. The gentle touch of her lips, the soft sigh that escaped them. Her hands clutching at his shirt, her body pressed into him. He would give anything to save this moment, to capture and preserve it forever.
It felt like coming home and never leaving again. Like finding the center of the universe. His lifeline, his anchor, his place. And it was all her. The point all the roads led to, all the thoughts escaped to. The yin to his yang. The light to his darkness. The lyrics to his music. The art to his logic. Adrien was overwhelmed as all those revelations washed over him. He was suddenly millennia old and seconds young at the same time. Something unfathomable had been at play here, something he doubted he’d ever be able to understand. He melted into the kiss, trying to translate the entirety of his feelings into brushes of his lips against hers. Wishing she could feel what he felt right now, dazed as he was.
Finally Marinette pulled away, leaving a gaping cold space between them. Adrien tightened his grip on her waist, wanting to stop her from retreating entirely. Their foreheads still touched.
‘I love you,’ the confession spilled from his lips, still drunk after the kiss, before he even had time to think about it.
‘W-what? What did you say?’
‘I- I love you,’ he repeated, more confident now. He no longer felt feverish nor pulled to her in the way he had been. The tether was gone. But his feelings hadn’t changed. He finally understood it all -- Plagg’s revelations, the dreams, the pull. He finally knew, even as the memory of the kiss, the sensations it brought were slowly slipping away from him.
‘If this is a joke, or a way to get me to kiss you again, it’s not funny,’ she warned, her voice tight.
‘I’ve always loved you,’ he whispered with a small smile.
‘What?’
‘That’s what the fever did,’ he chuckled lightly. ‘I was wrong when I said it made me fall in love with you. It didn’t.’
Now Marinette pulled away far enough to look him straight in the eye. Her face had confusion written all over, but that sparkle of hope glimmered in the blue irises.
‘Marinette,’ he said solemnly, ‘you had me completely under your spell before I even broke a sweat.’
‘But… the curse…’
He put a hand on her cheek, thumb gently caressing the freckled skin. Adrien said a little prayer to any deity willing to listen, a silent plea to be allowed to caress her like that every day.
‘Loving you could never be a curse. It’s a blessing, a gift I’ll be forever grateful.’
Instead of melting into his touch Marinette withdrew even further. Her hand went to his forehead, in a fashion typical for someone who only wants to check the temperature.
‘You’re not feverish, are you?’ she asked, still doubtful. ‘You haven’t gone crazy from all the excitement?’
‘Nu-uh,’ he shook his head, smirking at her reaction. ‘I’m as sane as the next man. The fever didn’t take away my brains, it only made me aware of my feelings for you.’
‘Your feelings for me,’ Marinette echoed. ‘What does that mean?’
‘I love you,’ he reminded. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you, just in case you missed the first few clues.’
‘Stop it,’ she hid her face in her hands.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. ‘Is it really so hard to believe?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’
‘I don’t know,’ she mumbled into her hands. ‘It’s scary.’
‘Me loving you is scary? How?’
‘This is a dream, right? I’m going to wake up any time soon and it will turn out I drooled over my desk and Chloe took pictures and posted them on instagram.’
‘Marinette, I promise this is not a dream.’ Now Adrien dared to peel her hands off her face.
He wasn’t so sure about this not being a dream but he was willing to risk it. Marinette was apparently overwhelmed with two days worth of confessions and revelations. But she loved him, Nemesis’ weapon had provided the ultimate proof of that. She promised he wasn’t going to lose her. That’s when he realized he could afford to slow down.
‘How about this,’ he offered. ‘I like you, Marinette. Very, very much. What would you say if I took you out sometime?’
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Author’s Note: If you like this story, please let me know!
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How to Win a Guy in 30 Days CH1 (Adrinette April 2019)
It’s Adrinette April, my dudes! I know we’re already over halfway through the month, but this fic is only going to be 4 chapters, so hopefully I can get through it in time. I am never not in a domestic Adrinette mood, so just jot that down lol. Hope you enjoy the crack and fluff!
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Chapter 1
“Mom?”
Marinette glanced up from her work, tiny pins sticking out of her mouth to see her teenage daughter standing timidly in the doorway of her studio. She carefully removed the pins from her lips and stuck them in the cushion on her arm.
“Hey, Emma, what’s up?” She asked, pacing around the mannequin with her half-finished dress.
“Can I ask you for some advice?” Emma rubbed her arm, lowering her gaze to her feet. “About boys.”
Marinette’s eyebrows raised, but a knowing smile curled on her lips.
“Of course, sweetie,” she sat on the window seat, patting the space beside her as Emma followed suit. “What can I help you with?”
“Well, there’s a guy at school, and you have dad and…Can you tell me how to make him fall in love with me?” She stole glances at her mom, shifting her gaze between her twiddling thumbs. Marinette bit back a smirk, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back against the pillow.
“I don’t know that I’m the best person to come to for advice,” she said, pursing her lips, “but I’ll tell you the story of how your father and I got together. Maybe you’ll learn something.”
Emma sat up eagerly, training her big blue eyes on her mother intently.
“Okay, it all started like this…”
- - -
Marinette was running usually late to school, but this time it wasn’t because she’d been up all night chasing an akuma or catching up on homework. No, she’d lied awake for hours for a different reason last night while her mind raced because today was the day!
She peeked her head into the classroom, surveying her other classmates chatting in their new seats casually. Lila might have been a brat, but her little seating rearrangement had given them an idea for an arrangement of their own. Nino and Rose now sat in her old seat; Juleka moved up to sit by Mylene across the aisle from Rose, and now Alya and Alix sat together in the back. They all shot her eager grins as she entered, pointing to Nino’s old seat in the front right next to…
“Adrien,” she sighed dreamily, eyes glazing over.
“Morning, Marinette,” he glanced up and waved, and she shook herself.
“Morning, Ad-rien,” she said stiffly with a wave, flicking her gaze to the empty seat beside him. “Our friends seem to have moved seats, so is it okay if I sit here?”
“Of course,” he gestured for her to go ahead, so she removed her backpack and sunk into her new seat with a small squeal of delight.
The girls had spent all afternoon coming up with this new seating arrangement so that she could sit next to Adrien. After all of their other plans had failed, they decided that the only way to get Adrien to notice her was to shove them together. Literally.
Mylene had sent her some breathing exercises to try to keep herself calm enough to pay attention in class, but she couldn’t help but notice his every movement beside her. They were so close now that she could feel the wood shift under his weight when he resituated himself or hear his breath pass through his lips as he dug for a pencil in his bag which reminded her…
“That’s strange,” he muttered. “Hey, Marinette, do you mind if I borrow a pencil? I guess I lost all of mine somehow.”
“Oh, yeah, sure, totally!” She ripped open her bag and fumbled to pass him one, nearly dropping it a couple times.
“Thanks. I must have left them in my locker by accident,” his fingers brushed hers gently as he accepted it, her heart sputtering at the warmth of his skin against her own.
“No problem,” she said, cheeks pink.
“By the way, did that medicine help at all?” He asked, and she felt her stomach drop to her feet.
“Oh, that? Uh, yeah. It’s all good. Thanks,” she said with a nervous laugh, slumping a little.
“Good. I spent all weekend trying to find a pharmacy that would fill it. You must have been so uncomfortable, but I’m glad I was able to help,” he relaxed and patted her shoulder. “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, okay?”
“Okay,” she replied stiffly, pinching the bridge of her nose when he turned his attention to Mlle. Bustier as she entered the room.
- - -
“What medication?” Emma tilted her head as she held a strip of fabric in place for her mom, and Marinette sighed.
“Well, one of the ways I tried confessing to your dad involved giving him a letter, and long story short, I mixed the letter up with a prescription for constipation capsules,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You father was going on a trip to London with another girl, and I didn’t want him to fall in love with her, so I tried to jump the gun and confess, but yeah…It worked though. He spent the whole weekend thinking of me. At home. Struggling to go to the bathroom.”
“Wait, you had dad get you constipation medicine when you tried confessing?” Emma cupped her hands over her mouth. “I would have died of embarrassment!”
“I really thought I might, but your father was such a sweetheart that he didn’t pay it any mind,” Marinette shook her head. “We still joke about it to this day. Sometimes instead of love notes, he leaves me prescription cards, the mangy little cat.”
“Wow, you actually did that, and he still married you?” Emma laughed.
“Yep,” Marinette nodded, pressing her lips into a line. “So, if you ever do anything embarrassing in front of your crush, don’t fret too much.”
“So, what happened next with you and dad?”
“Well…”
- - -
If there was anything Marinette was known for, it was being clumsy. Most days it worked in her favor to ward off any suspicion of her being Ladybug because the last person everyone expected to be Paris’s famous superhero was the school klutz. Knowing how gracefully challenged their friend was, the girls devised a plan to use it to their advantage. It wasn’t the first time she’d tripped into Adrien, but it did feel a little scary this time since she’d be doing it on purpose.
“What if he doesn’t catch me?” Marinette said, biting her nails as Alya straightened her hair.
“He will. Adrien is the super coordinated to your super uncoordinated,” Alya assured her, removing her hand from her mouth.
“What if I hurt him?” She lifted her hand back to her lips, but Alya slapped it away.
“You’ve literally fallen down half of the front steps into his arms, I highly doubt the last two steps to the library are going to kill him,” Alix said pointedly, popping her gum.
“Alix is right, you can do this,” Mylene said, closing her hands into encouraging fists.
“Here he comes!” Rose called, retreating back into the library.
“Go get him, girl,” Alya nudged her with her elbow, and Marinette took a deep breath before getting into position.
She performed the fall perfectly, just like they’d practiced, and as predicted, Adrien caught her easily as she toppled into him.
“Sorry!” She yelped, cheeks flushing as she scrambled against his firm chest.
“No worries. You okay?” He chuckled, helping her find her footing.
“Oh, you know me. I fall at least 20 times a day,” she waved it away.
“Adrikins?” Adrien stiffened, shoulders curling as Chloe’s voice sounded in the courtyard.
“Actually, I’m avoiding Chloe. Hide me?” He pressed his palms together pleadingly.
“Oh, uh…this way,” she took his wrist and tugged him along, ducking behind the first door she came to which just so happened to be a tiny custodial closet with barely enough room for the two of them.
“Good thinking, Marinette. Chloe will never check in here with all the dirty mops and cleaning supplies. Very clever,” he said, clicking on the light. “Sorry to drag you into this. Most of the time I can put up with her, but other times I just prefer to hide.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain to me. Trust me,” Marinette rolled her eyes becoming acutely aware that she was now hiding in a small closet. Alone. With Adrien.
He kept a respectable distance between them, or as respectable of a distance as the closet would allow. He was such a gentleman, although the compactness of the closet meant that she could still feel the brush of his shirt against her arms when he shifted his weight, and her cheeks flushed, heart hammering so hard in her chest, she swore he could hear it. She was pretty sure a toilet brush was sticking her in the back, but she didn’t care. This was the best day of her life.
“Uh, so, how goes modeling lately?” She asked, clearing her throat in an attempt to fill the silence.
“It’s fine. Sometimes I feel silly, but then everyone goes crazy over it, so I guess I’m doing something right,” he shrugged, carefully lifting an arm to rub the back of his neck.
“Your ads are great!” She blurted then seeming to catch herself added, “I mean, you’re a really great model. People wouldn’t go so crazy if you weren’t great, so you should be proud is what I’m saying.”
“I know,” he shifted his gaze down to his shoes. “Thanks, Marinette. I think you’re really great too. If you ever need a model for your designs, just let me know.”
He paused, cupping a hand to his ear against the door before cracking it open and peeking out.
“I think the coast is clear,” he said, stepping out into the hall. “Thanks again for hiding out with me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, uh-huh. Tomorrow,” she waved, a giddy smile stretched across her lips as he walked away before she melted against the doorframe.
“Adrien said I’m great!”
- - -
Emma quirked a brow as her mother cupped her cheeks, lost in a dreamy trance of her memories. She had a feeling this was gonna be a long story.
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oh, hey, it’s adrinette
→ day 60
(for @adrinetteapril day 23: fashion show!)
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Adrinette April Day 2: Seat Buddies
It all started with Alya seeing the light.
“ - and I’m just really sorry,” Alya finished, looking miserable.
“I accept your apology,” Marinette said gravely.
Alya looked relieved. “I’m so glad. So will you come sit beside me again?” She clapped her hands together hopefully.
“Sorry Alya. Marinette is my seat buddy now and I’m not giving her up,” Adrien said, leaning over and slinging an arm around Marinette’s shoulders.
Marinette promptly turned four different shades of red, but still managed to nod.
“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Alya said, looking between them.
“No, you can’t,” Adrien said sweetly. “I take seat buddies very seriously, I’m afraid.”
He wasn’t kidding. In the span of three days, Adrien hip-checked Rose put of the way so he could sit next to Marinette in the cafeteria, raced Alix to the bus for the seat beside Marinette, and climbed over six other seats so he could claim the seat beside Marinette at the movies before Nino did.
And he always said the same thing: “Hey Marinette, thanks for saving your buddy a seat!”
Poor Marinette blushed a new shade of crimson every time, but she certainly never turned Adrien away. By the end of the week, everyone in their class was giving Marinette a wide berth just for fear of being knocked aside by a blond tornado.
Then the akuma attacked the school. Marinette happened to be in the cafeteria at the time, with a strategically empty seat beside her. Adrien hadn’t shown up yet, and frankly she was pretty sure he had a photo shoot so he probably wasn’t going to - but Ivan had given the seat beside Marinette a wary look regardless, and opted to sit beside Nino instead.
It meant that she couldn’t easily get away in the ensuing chaos when Chat Noir was thrown into the room. Literally. Marinette gasped as her partner crashed through the wall, sailed across the room and crashed into several (fortunately empty) tables. He slid to a stop at Marinette’s feet, right in front of the empty seat.
“An akuma!” Alya screamed with joy, leaping to her feet and running towards the hole in the wall.
“Oh,” said Chat, a dazed look in his eyes and a huge bump forming on his forehead. “Hi Princess. Thanks for saving your buddy a seat.”
Marinette stopped. “What?”
“What?” Chat said.
“WHAT!” said Nino, who was the only other person close enough to hear by that point.
“What?” Chat said again, looking increasingly confused.
“Oh my god,” Marinette said.
“Holy shit,” Nino said.
Marinette jumped up, grabbed Chat, and hauled him to his feet and out of the room. Nino just stood there and watched, gaping.
“Seat buddies?!” she hissed at Chat.
“Always,” Chat said, with an unfairly sweet smile, and then doubled over. “Ugh, think I’m gonna hurl.”
Green light spilled out of the ring. As Chat became Adrien, Plagg exclaimed, “Not in my suit!”
“Ugh,” Adrien moaned again.
“I can’t believe you outed yourself over a seat,” Marinette said, planting her hands on her hips.
Adrien stopped moaning, straightened up and just looked at her with a sheepish smile. “Oops?”
“Oops?!” Marinette repeated, outraged.
Adrien shrugged. “What can I say, cats are territorial.”
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adrinette team up? it’s a yes from me
for day 1 of @adrinetteapril : “just friends”
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