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heartfulselkie · 8 months
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Commission for @trainsinanime
Thank you!!
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ayydrienagreste · 8 months
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Adrinoire is real to me.
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maridotnet · 2 years
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he's DEVASTATED
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sfigatino · 7 months
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f1 for adrinoire heehee
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Here you go! <33
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coffeebanana · 7 months
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🐑 #double agent #kwami swap #fake dating
this is still a summary i swear because sometimes summaries can be snippets and this is all that popped into my head aksjfdbsk
It takes all Adrien's resolve not to back down when his father stands up at the opposite end of the table. He stares Adrien down, carefully adjusting his tie. If only hiding the Miraculous from view was enough to let Adrien forget everything his father had done. "You invited who to dinner?" His father's voice is just a few degrees cooler than the drafty dining hall. Adrien slips one hand into his pocket, fingers wrapping around the earrings he's hidden there. His other hand makes air quotes as he speaks. "My girlfriend." The silence that follows makes Adrien sick; his father probably manufactured it that way. So much about Gabriel Agreste is an act. Adrien knows that now--especially now. After all, Adrien's become the latest player in his twisted games. But that's not the lie that stings the most. It's that he now has to convince his father that this is all part of the act. That Ladybug--or Lady Noire--means nothing to him. Really. It's that Lady Noire also knows their relationship is fake. That she doesn't want anything different. It's that Adrien will do anything to protect her. It's that he's terrified of accidentally leading her to her demise. Adrien swallows nervously. "I thought that's what you wanted, father. A chance to take her Miraculous."
thanks for the ask!! 💜
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had an idea about my kwami swap au lovesquare dynamics:
already said this part in my last post, but miss fortune has the fattest crush on élytres but he just really fucking loves his partner and thinks she's super cool (but also all platonically).
meanwhile, adrien in real life is very much crushing on the confident, quippy marinette dupain-cheng (she's only a little shit and smooth with him), who genuinely kind of fucking hates him bc of the people he's actively choosing to be friends with (read: chloé).
élynette is full of a light, flirty back and forth that leaves adrien as a puddle of goo and marinette as a smug lil baby, and adrimissy (still workshopping both the ship names) is just miss fortune staring at adrien blankly wondering how to toss him off the eiffel tower before her lovely partner stops her and adrien staring at her in hero-worship and wondering if it's too much to ask her for an autograph for the missy fanclub
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xhanisai · 1 year
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Fanboy
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Pairing - Lady Noire X Adrien
Prompt - ‘Fanboy’
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"Lady N- bug...?" He held his tongue in time so that he didn't out himself. The names they had for each other when they swapped their miraculous weren't common knowledge after all. The current black cat wielder eyed him for a little while, her feline greens scanning his face and body for any injuries or discomfort (and her adorable, adorable kitten ears perched on top of her head remained poised and alert).
"Yes and no. Right now, I'm Lady Noire." She winked and it was like a cupid arrow shot his heart.
~(x)~ . . . "Adrien! Attention!" The blond boy hardly had the chance to even process the words yelled at him because, in an instant, he found himself tackled by a tiny blur of black right before the area he was standing on was completely demolished by the latest Akuma's power. By the time Adrien and the blur rolled to a standstill on the ground nearby, hidden away from the monster's sight, he finally recognised the heroine that cradled him in her arms and straddled his hips with hers. "Lady N- bug...?" He held his tongue in time so that he didn't out himself. The names they had for each other when they swapped their miraculous weren't common knowledge after all. The current black cat wielder eyed him for a little while, her feline greens scanning his face and body for any injuries or discomfort (and her adorable, adorable kitten ears perched on top of her head remained poised and alert). When she was satisfied with what she saw, she got up from his frame (much to his dismay) and helped him up to his feet effortlessly, all with a fanged smile that held more of a hungry, mischievous edge compared to the confident grin she always wore as Ladybug. "Yes and no. Right now, I'm Lady Noire." She winked and it was like a cupid arrow shot his heart. She was way too cute; all he wanted to do was squeal like a fangirl and hold her in his arms whilst jumping up and down. "O-Oh. I see. How come you're wearing the ring? Is Chat Noir okay?" He played up his clueless civilian act, hoping that she didn't pick up the way his heart elevated in speed and the way his complexion started to take on a kissed rosier hue. "Chat Noir? He's completely fine, don't worry about him," With how she placed a clawed, slim hand on his shoulder, he almost guaranteed that no, her partner was not fine at all. Not with the way she continued to watch him with those curious and slightly playful-looking eyes and the way she tapped her tiny claws on his firm bicep. He really, really wasn't fine. "That's good to hear! Hahaha!" Adrien cursed himself for the way his voice rose in pitch and when her smile turned devilish, he lost all his speaking skills and remained as stiff as a board. "Are you okay? Your heart is beating a little fast, Adrien," Her fangs glinted dangerously (wonderfully) and she placed her other hand on his chest, long braid wrapping itself around his ankle loosely. He wasn't able to handle it any longer and before any of them knew it... . He fainted. . . . ~(x)~
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beelzeburgerr · 2 years
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one night, lady noire knocks on adrien's window, he opens his curtains and sees her outside. she waves at him, and he smiles and waves back. he slides the windows open for her and grabs her extended hand, and he lets himself hold onto her waist while she brings him along to a place where they'll both enjoy themselves. after a long time of looking for it, she places him down on the rooftop of the building and they both sit down on a blanket that she prepared beforehand. lady noire wraps her arm around his shoulder while they make conversation, and somehow the topic shifts to marinette, and adrien starts to talk about her and how much he adores her. lady noire decides to listen, even if she knows she’s the marinette he’s talking about.
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here’s the uncolored ver. ;D
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justhereforkeefe · 5 months
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Amazing Kwami swap/reverse love square story. I love the characterization.
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lawanya3810 · 8 months
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Everybody are talking about adrienette , marichat , ladynoir and ladrien but no ones talking about misternette and adrinoir.....they are sooooo lovely yay....🥰😍
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bugtails · 9 months
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this is ladrien (ladynoire version) to me
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heartfulselkie · 2 years
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Woohoo to 500 followers! :D
Your art is super adorable. Can you do one of Adrien carrying Marinette?
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Thank you!
She fell asleep. But luckily she's travel sized!
Doodle request for my follower milestone(CLOSED)
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bugnoirelahiffe · 10 months
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just realised chat noir will never be able to witness the goddess that is bugnoir bc she would need his miraculous
and just as im writing this i remembered adrien can still be there
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fragileizywriting · 7 months
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god what the HELL this fic was going so good until it devolved into the obnoxious "is this okay? is this okay? i'm going to do this, is this okay?" why do you tag this as hardcore, filthy, nasty, if you're gonna do this. hhnmmnmm. what a pet peeve this is of mine
they're— they—- oh my god. it's fanfiction. it's fanfiction. it's fanfiction. if it's not tagged as noncon, then just keep going, stop writing it like this, it breaks the immersion so much
if you want to write consent, this isn't the way to do that, this is such a cheap way to show that they're okay with it
it's TELLING the reader that they're okay with it!!!!! SHOW ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
instead of: "i'm going to put this blindfold on you, is that okay?" in the middle of a scene, it could go something like:
There's a scrap of fabric in his hand. Tie, is that his tie? Oh, it smells like him, alluring and expensive just like his soap; like he'd spent so long at the office earlier today, simmering in arousal from all the photos she'd sent throughout the day wearing the lacy underwear and his big shirt. She knows that when he holds it in his hand and brings it up to her face for her to sniff, it means that his intentions are to blindfold her, because sensory deprivation is one of his favorites because she pants like a dog over the fact that her nose will be filled with the scent of him, him, him.
She chases his hand with her nose, purring in delight at the idea.
HOW HARD IS IT TO WRITE SCENES WHERE YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME WITH DIALOGUE THAT THEY CONSENT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASEEEEEE
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coffeebanana · 7 months
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Trick or treat! 🎃⚰️
i decided to write a little continuation from the ask you sent me in the last ask game. it's not much but hope you enjoy!! (putting it under the cut because it's a teeeeny bit long)
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Adrien had meant to be waiting for Lady Noire when she arrived. He'd wanted to greet her proud and tall, to reassure her he was very much fine, thanks for asking. He wanted her to know he was ready.
Instead, he hears her boots touch down as he's braced against his bathroom sink. Tension winds its way through him; he was already trembling, and now he can't stop. He can't relax.
"Adrien?" she calls out. Her voice is closer than he expected. And she's here, in the same house as his father. As Hawk Moth.
This is all Adrien's fault.
Footsteps approach, stopping in the doorway. There's a sharp intake of breath, and he knows it's too late to feign bravery. She's already seen him.
He tries to make his jaw work, to share some joke or witty line. But he can barely remain upright as she crosses the tile. He can see her reflection hesitate before she lays a gentle hand on his back.
She's here. He's not alone.
He can finally breathe.
"I don't want to do this," he chokes out. A hot tear slips down his cheek, but he barely has time to process that before she wipes it away.
"I know," she whispers, stroking his cheek. "I know."
And maybe she's not really his girlfriend, but when their eyes meet in the mirror it feels real, whatever passes between them. There's a sudden jolt--a thrill that grounds him to reality--and when her hand falls back to her side, her fingers brush against his. He grabs on before she can pull away.
Her eyes fall to their clasped hands, and a lovely pink dusts her cheeks. "W-we, um...we don't have to do this yet. There's no one watching us, so..."
"I know, my lady. But...I wanted to." He turns to face her for real; she's even more magnificent than her reflection. He smiles shyly. "Is that okay?"
She tightens her hold. "It's..." Her cat ears flatten. She bites her lip and glances away. "It's purrfect."
Warmth dances through Adrien's chest. Maybe things aren't so bad after all.
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