Thinking about how Miraculous, as a show, really likes to mess with popular romance tropes... and then thinking about post-reveal Ladybug and Chat having to fake-not-date.
Marinette confessing to Adrien that quite a few people know her identity at this point. Adrien being a little like "really???" because he has actually done a decent job on this front. Marinette further explaining that the people who know will absolutely have her ASS if she does anything to hurt Adrien. They have an incredibly hard time not being affectionate as heroes. Rumors spread and Marinette gets confronted and has to be like "no hahaha we're just friends I promise." They accidentally slip and kiss or something. All hell breaks loose. Kagami tries to break Chat Noir's kneecaps for being a homewrecker.
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whatever you do don't think about all the lonely dinners adrien agreste has every night. he's had a full day at school and an amazing date with his girlfriend, yet he sits at that giant table waiting for someone who will never show up. even though. he's like three feet away in another room.
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thirteen update 💕💍🍽️🩸
chapter 5: february
summary:
“These things do not concern you,” Papa told him flatly. “I will run my household however I see fit. Your concerns are with your schoolwork and your modeling.”
Blood pumped heavy and fast through Adrien’s heart. That wasn’t—fair. Concern was about all he was capable of these days.
“And what about Maman?” Adrien asked, exhausted, reckless. “May I be concerned about Maman?”
Something shifted on Papa’s face, all his emotions smothered in stone.
excerpt:
The best day of Adrien’s life was eight months and six days ago. No contest.
It was a crisp kind of cold that day, the Paris sky blooming a bright and brilliant blue overhead. The sun pierced right through the brisk February air, a shock of spearmint and adrenaline in his veins. He couldn’t stop widening his eyes, couldn’t stop smiling. The city was so alive. Strains of love songs poured out of open cafe doors and onto tourists, their hands full of red roses and lovers’ hands. The cobblestones sang with the patters of paired footsteps all down the street. It was the city of love always, but today especially. Today Adrien was made of the stuff, just bursting with it.
And, like every other day in the running for the best of his life, Marinette was there.
“You’d better not pull anything,” she warned, tightening her grip on his hand as they passed by a tourist couple looking very… engrossed with each other in the middle of the street. “And—and if you do, you have to tell me. Right now.”
Marinette’s brow was lightly furrowed, the bridge of her nose just barely scrunched up. Her hair was pulled half-back with a pink ribbon, matching the shade of the skirt she wore beneath her velvety black peacoat. Her Mary Janes clipped anxiously down the road and Adrien’s heart danced and swelled and spun in his chest.
“Pull something? Me?” Adrien stepped aside so their arms were outstretched, and then pulled at Marinette’s fingers, sending her tumbling back into his arms. She looked up at him, trying to frown, smiling. He grinned. “I would never.”
“I’m serious.” Marinette untangled herself from his arms and interlocked her fingers again with his. Her hand was the warmest thing in the world. She looked at him sternly, wagging a finger in his face. “I need to know so I can—prepare. Especially if it’s something crazy. No funny business.”
“Marinette,” he moaned, draping a wounded hand over his heart. One corner of his mouth quirked into a smile, eyes darting to meet her gaze. “You think I’m funny?”
She groaned. “I think you‘re—I think you’re ridiculous, and sappy, and romantic, and I think it’s Valentine’s Day in Paris”—this part she shouted, which drew a few stares—“and I think you’re about to take me on an insanely adorable date, and I think Alya took me to get my nails done last week—!”
“You’re so thoughtful,” Adrien remarked, swinging their hands back and forth. “And observant. What a beautiful mind you have, my lady.”
“You have to tell me,” Marinette insisted. She stopped them on the street and frowned at him, pink flushing the apples of her cheeks. “Is it—are you—?”
“Hm?” Adrien murmured, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Marinette’s cheeks went ablaze.
“I—you—you know what I mean!” she spluttered. “Are you gonna…you know!”
He tilted his head to the side. “Am I…?”
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You think the Miracle Kids ever get annoyed that there is just merch of them? Like since they have secret identities, their hero forms are in the public domain so anyone can use and make merch for the heroes. But the kids will never see a cent of the profits made from that.
Like imagine struggling to pay for college, then you see that a company has made record profits from selling your likeness. And there is literally nothing you can do about it without putting yourself and your family at risk.
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watership down
part of sentitwin soulmate au
art commissioned from @belowthesurface 💜💚🧡
“Of course we get along.” Emilie’s hand reaches over to slip into Amélie’s. As always, her fingers loosen as soon as Amélie has reciprocated the hold. She swings their hands in a carefree arc between them, looking into the woods ahead, relying on Amélie’s grip to keep them linked. “We’re soulmates. No secrets between us.”
Amélie and Emilie, through the years. A non-linear narrative.
troisième chapitre
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