#adriette

Honestly?

I mean, I got a few thoughts. But not a lot.

So far, the extent of my thoughts so far has just been...

(Bet you didn't know this doubled as a Legally Blonde AU, lol)

But other than that... That's all I got rn. ^^'

Tiny obligatory Lila. :)

Miraculous Fluff Month - Day 21 prompt: Distance - for @miraculousfluffmonth

It’s breaking my heart to see them being so close and yet so far! I hate and love the angst at the same time. I hope they can get together in the second season!

I decided to draw it this way because both, Chat and Marinette are hopelessly in love, while their crush doesn’t notice that - and Adrien and Ladybug could get along so easily since they’re in love with each other…

Miraculous Fandom: ADRIEN SAID BLESS YOU AFTER MARINETTE SNEEZED

So Chat Noir found out Marinette is Ladybug, Marinette knows this, but still doesn't know who Chat Noir is. 

They are out on patrol together. It’s a pretty quiet night, no Akuma. They are in the shop district of paris window shopping. Marinette is pointing to all the pretty dresses, analyzing each of them for originality, quality, etc. Chat Noir is looking at the florist, thinking he could get Ladybug a rose. It’s closed, naturally. Next to it, however, is a pet shop. The puppies, kittens, birds and fish are still in the display case. 

“Look at these little guys.” Chat Noir said, gesturing to the kittens “Aren't they the cutest things you’ve ever seen, M’Lady? Present company excluded, of course.” He gestured to himself.

“They're pretty cute,” Ladybug admitted. “I’ve always been more of a dog person, though,” she said, messing with him. “C’mon, we gotta get back to patrol.”

Ladybug didn’t think any more of their conversation, but Chat Noir did. He thought a lot about every conversation they had. That is why the next day, Marinette woke to find a box with holes in it on her front door with a note that said,

"Hope you like his company better, Bugaboo."

@kawaiigeek0

smol adriette!!! <33</p>

So, everyone is sitting in class one day. They are studying Greek history, or French history, or something like that and the teacher pulls up a slide with some handsome dude’s face on it.

“That’s hot,” Marinette said, almost instinctively. The entire class whips around to look at her. Embarrassed, she blushes. Thankfully, she has the best friend in the world. Alya backs her up saying “You got that right, sister.” and high-fiving her. 

The class looks back at the slides. They see it to now. The soft eyes, the smooth lips, the chiseled jaw (that’s a bust pun). They get it, and start nodding along with her and Alya. 

Adrien isn’t amused for some reason. “Isn’t he a bit old for you?” he asks bitterly.

“I’m not looking for a date,” Marinette says, “I can admire while realizing there is no potential.” Over the years, she settled on the fact that adriennet could never happen. Once she accepted that, it was a lot easier to talk to him. Irony.

“C’mon,” Adrien continued to complain, “As the male model of the room, sure he’s hot but he’s not the hottest there is.”

“And what, you are” 

“I wouldn’t say that, but I’m definitely hotter than that dweb.” Adrien couldn’t explain it, but the thought of Marinette liking that jerk made him all red on the inside. Made him want to fight someone. “And unlike him, you can actually date me.”

“Adrien,” Marinette sighed, not realizing exactly what he was suggesting, “I can’t date you. We’re best friends. I do love you, but you’re like a brother to me.”

“Well what if I want to be more than your brother. What if I want to be your boyfriend.”

Marinette realized what he was suggesting. He wanted to date her. Him, Adrien Agreste, Wanted to be her boyfriend. She felt the butterflies from her old crush returning. She blushed deeply. 

“Adrien, what exactly are you suggesting?”

“I’m suggesting you all return you the lesson at hand.” Their teacher interrupted. “We have a lot to cover, so no more sidetracking”

Marinette returned to her notes with fruition. She had just thoroughly embarrassed herself and Adrien. He would probably never want to talk to her again. She was so caught up in her notes and existential crisis, she didn't notice the note until the very end of class. It was a simple note, written in Adrien's graceful cursive.