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i’m the latest to this / and btw i have no idea where this is going - dont ask (OMG TF WORDSSS)

Title: New

Ship: Adrien Agreste + Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Words: 1,063

Day 1 / Day 6-7 / Day 9

Marinette walked into the classroom, looking down at the floor. She didn’t want to make contact with any of her classmates’ eyes.

Tikki had encouraged her to wear one of her own designs or altered versions of store-bought clothes.

To not choose any completely bold choices, Marinette decided to wear a gray sweater with white flowers, tucked into a red pencil skirt, which she altered the length to reach her mid-thighs. Covering her legs, were some blackish-grey tights with brown wedged boots, and of course, she had a beige small purse for Tikki. The ravenette changed her hairstyle from its classic pigtails to a high ponytail.

Wearing her own designs (even if bought but altered), gave Marinette a new sense of confidence. She felt brave enough to stand up anyone. She smiled a looked up, hoping to see approved faces, but instead, she made contact with a pair of blue eyes lighter than hers.

“Well Trashinette Dupain-Cheng, I see you finally upgraded your trashion sense. Not by much… but, better.” Chloé cracked an evil smile.

Marinette’s eyes glossed over. She looked the other way, brushed past her Chloé, and sat at her seat.

“Oh be quiet, you rich brat, Marinette’s outfit is wonderful!” Alya shot back.

Marinette smiled. “You really think so?” As she blinked, the gloss over her eyes disappeared.

The kind-hearted soul the class called Rose rushed to Marinette’s defense. “Yeah! You look amazing! I wish I had even half of your fashion sense!”

The whole class, mostly the girls, murmured words of agreement.

Marinette smiled, feeling joy in her heart, but yet a sliver of sadness stayed with her, because the person she wanted to see her outfit the most, wasn’t there.

The next day, Marinette showed no skin again, feeling confident, but self-conscious. She wore a grayish-white sweater, black leggings, and dark brown heeled boots. She had a black bag with white spots and wore a blue beanie over the soft curls in her hair.

Adrien still hadn’t shown. Marinette leaned over her desk and looked to her left to as Nino a question before class started. “Is Adrien okay?”

Nino turned around.

“He has the flu. Probably won’t get better ‘til next week.” Nino glanced at the redhead beside her.

Marinette started, “Hope he gets better-”

“Yeah! Meanwhile, I’ll be going over to Marinette’s house to choose her outfit for tomorrow!” Alya cut her off.

“What, when-”

“Want any treats from their bakery, Nino?”

Nino nodded quickly. “Yup! Maybe some classic chocolate chip cookies and some strawberry flavored macarons?”

Marinette grumbled and mumbled something about being forced against her own will.

—–

Marinette sat in her chaise, watching as Alya went through all her clothes.

“Alright, spill. Why are all the pants here jeans, leggings, or tights?” Alya stared at Marinette.

“They’re not all pants. I have shorts, skirts, dresses, skorts, rompers. They’re just… in the complete back?” Marinette’s statement came out like a question.

“Show,” Alya commanded.

Marinette sighed, and went through all the clothes in her closet, all the way to the very back, revealing a hidden compartment with all the short clothes.

“Okay, why aren’t you wearing these?” Alya questioned.

“It’s just… have you ever seen anybody with as many freckles as I have? Imagine what Ch- the class would say?”

Alya stared at Marinette for what seemed like forever. “You don’t want Adrien to see them, do you?”

“No! I would never wear this if he was coming tomorrow.”

“Well, guess what? He isn’t. So you better get your butt in something that shows your legs or I will rip your long pants up.”

Marinette sighed for what felt like the millionth that day. “Fine.”

Marinette walked into the class, but this time she didn’t look up, not even once, not for the snide remarks of Chloé.

The whole class had fallen under some spell, as if Marinette was some kind of goddess, looking at the freckles dotting Marinette’s thighs. Rose started wishing she had the porcelain legs Marinette were walking quietly to her seat in. Even Chloé found herself grumbling at Marinette’s physique.

Marinette decided to wear a peter pan collared dress in her favorite shade of pink. She wore a matching cloth headband with white polka dots, wrapping her blue hair being let down. The color of the collar was a pale pink, with the same color polka dots as the dress, the 3 buttons going down from the split in the collar matched the base color of the color, also matching the color of the ballet flats she was wearing. She wore a pale yellow cardigan, with what seemed to be like skinny leaves in a slightly darker shade of yellow.

But as the flustered female passed Nino’s desk, she saw the shoes.

Those damn orange sneakers with the weird ass black symbol on the ground, and she couldn’t decide whether to fume or cower in a corner.

Had she been lied to by Alya and Nino?

Before she could get to her seat, a warm hand grabbed her arm. A familiar voice rang out, “Marinette, you look really pretty.”

Marinette whipped around to see a blushing Adrien, staring down at the floor.

The minute Adrien looked up, he got captivated by the cerulean blue eyes that seemed so familiar. Adrien felt like he could swim in the sea of her eyes, looking at the gold flecks that spotted around.

Marinette seemed to do the same, getting caught in those electric green eyes, that seemed to smirk at her, almost like a close partner she knew. It’s as if static was flying between the iries of the two secret heroes.

Marinette was the first to break contact, looking down at Adrien’s arm, wincing, which caused Adrien to come back to reality, realizing he was gripping her arm tightly.

Looking down, immediately deciding it was a mistake, looking at creamy freckled thighs, getting his attention, suddenly he had he the urged to count at the freckles spread throughout her legs.

“Adrien?” His head snapped up, face blushing red, for thinking those thoughts.

Marinette isn’t interested you in that way, Adrien. Get it together.

At that moment, Mme. Bustier walked in.

“Talk to you after class,” Adrien said quickly, before getting pulled in by Marinette’s beautiful features any further, because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to focus in class.

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i am so late with these updates oml im gonna catch up today

Title: Blanket Forts at 4 A.M.

Ship: Marinette Dupain-Cheng + Chat Noir / Marichat

Words: 247

Day 1 / Day 5 / Day 8

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“I’ll never surrender!” Chat Noir yelled as he filled his fort with sweets.

“Yes, you will!” Marinette screamed, attacking his fort, causing it to collapse.

Marinette dived under the forts and attacked Chat Noir from behind, hugging his stomach.

“Marinette, are you sure you aren’t ready to go to sleep? It’s 4 A.M.” Chat Noir questioned.

“I’d rather be here, spending time with you,” Marinette cozied into his shoulder even more.

“Hmmm… but I thought our kingdoms were enemies?”

“Spotirona may be willing to send out an alliance invitation to Clawsville.”

“Clawsville gladly accepts.”

Chat Noir smirked. “I guess we must seal our alliance with a kiss.”

“Hmm… How about no thank you.” Marinette mirrored his expression.

“Princess, you wound me. You must seal our alliance with a kiss.”

“Not today.”

“You must!” Chat Noir swiveled around instantly, surprising Marinette.

He captured his lips with hers, pushing her against the pillows under them.

“I love you, Marinette,” Chat rasped.

“I love you too,” Marinette responded.

“Now that our alliance of love has been sealed, we must combine our kingdoms,” Chat announced, standing up.

And so, Chat and Marinette worked on combining their pillow forts. Marinette draped blankets over the front and the back, acting as doors.

Marinette fixed up her laptop in the middle of the pillows, as Chat entered the fort, setting up a movie for them to watch.

making up for no update yesterday; haha this is super fluff but super short btw for me cheesecake equals them as kwamis, and plikki equals them as humans

Title: Firsts

Ship: Tikki + Plagg / Cheesecake

Words: 422

Day 1 / Day 4 / Day 6-7

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The Yin Yang pair of kwamis was pouting. Their chosens had just left to go on a date without their kwamis for the first time. A month after Hawkmoth’s defeat, the duo finally came to the realization that Hawkmoth was finally gone.

They started to enjoy their lives. They’ve been recently engaged, with an opal cat ring, and a ruby ladybug ring as their rings of promise.

As hectic as the past few days have been, Marinette and Adrien rushed out of the house they bought, forgetting to leave cheese and cookies for the kwamis.

“Where’s my camembert? What am I supposed to eat now?” Plagg whined.

“What about my cookies? They’re way better than that smelly cheese!” Tikki said.

Maybe we should check the house, there’s bound to be something around,” Plagg suggested.

Tikki nodded, took Plagg’s hand and zipped over to the fridge. “You wanna check the fridge while I check the freezer?”

Tikki phased through the freezer while Plagg phased through the fridge. Tikki rummaged through all the frozen items, searching for something good. She only found partly eaten containers of ice cream, frosted packets of meat, and pre-made pancakes.

Plagg, on the other hand, must have absorbed some of Tikki’s good luck, because he managed to find some with cheese in the name!

“Tikki! I found something called cheesecake!” Plagg exclaimed.

Tikki bolted out of the cold electronic box and zoomed right over to where Plagg was.

“Cheese and cake? Wow, isn’t it our lucky day?” Tikki giggled.

They heaved the box on the floor and managed to float it up to the nearest counter.

Tikki lifted up the lid and tilted her head. “Seems more cheese than cake to me...”

“Well, that’s why cheese is first!” Plagg smiled. He looked over at his other half and saw her forlorn expression, then changed his tone. “I mean, um, if you don’t want it we could always look for something else.” Plagg shot a smaller smile.

“It’s okay. We at least have to try it.” Tikki grabbed a spoon for herself and handed another one to Plagg. “Eat at the same time?” She questioned.

Plagg nodded. “3...”

“2..”

“1.”

They both took a bite at the same time, and it was like tasting heaven.

“This is...” Plagg started.

“Delicious!” Tikki finished.

“How could we have not eaten this before?”

“I have no idea, but it’s what we’ll be eating now!”

making up for no update two days ago; sorry / it’s still fluff! not crossing the angst line

Title: Please, stay?

Ship: Ladybug + Chat Noir / Ladynoir

Words: 454

Day 1 / Day 3 / Day 5

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Chat Noir willed tears to not fall out of his eyes. He couldn’t let Ladybug see him like this. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this.

Earlier, he was yelled at mercilessly by his father. The day before, he couldn’t fit into the pants he was given, gaining a little weight since hanging out at the Dupain-Chengs with his friends.

He’d never seen this side of his father, normally his father might have been harsh, cool, and collected, but something about that day made it worst. It just wasn’t a good day.

“Chaton?” A familiar voice called.

Chat Noir swallowed the hurting feeling down his throat and said, “Welcome, Bugaboo.”

“Ready for patrol?”

Chat Noir smiled with his usual peppiness, or so he tried. “Yeah!”

Ladybug walked a little closer and looked Chat straight in the eyes. “You’re not happy.”

“I’m completely fine, my Lady,” Chat argued.

“If it was opposite day, you would be correct. But I know you’re lying, I can see it in your eyes.”

What? “What?”

“When you’re happy, your eyes have flecks of gold in them. When you’re sad, your eyes lean more towards dark green. Angry, they look neon green. Neutral, they’re the classic electric green.”

And guess what, they’re dark green today,” The spotted heroine smirked.

Over the years, the duo found out from their kwamis that the miraculous takes the most obvious feature, and tied it with their emotions. Chat’s was his eyes, and Ladybug’s were her freckles. This tended to seep over to their civilian selves, but no one else paid attention as much as them.

Ladybug commanded him to sit down, while she leaned against his shoulder, scratching his hair. “Now, what’s wrong, kitty?”

The hurting ache he had in his throat came bursting out. “I just feel like I’m not liked by anybody and my father was yelling at me and I got into an argument with my best friend and-”

“Hold on. Not liked by anybody? I like you. All of Paris likes you. Your civilian self must be liked too.” Ladybug moved so she was sitting in Chat’s lap, facing him and playing with his hair.

Ladybug kissed him on the cheek. “I love you, Chat. Over the years that we’ve grown together, as partners, as friends, as heroes. I’ve fallen for you. You and your stupid puns. You dressed in the black cat-suit, with your fake-real cat ears. I love you for you, Minou.”

Chat stared at Ladybug leaned in closer and looked at her freckles. “You’re really passionate about me aren’t you?”

Ladybug nodded.

Chat Noir leaned in even closer and kissed her on the lips.

Title: Sweets

Ship: Chloé Bourgeois + Nathanaël Kurtzberg / Chlonath

Words: 381

Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 4

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                                                 Aged Up AU

Nathanaël chuckled. “Really? You’ve never made a cookie once in your life? Not even the pre-made dough ones?”

Chloé stuck out her bottom lip. “If I had, would I be asking you?”

“I guess not.”

“So.. How do we do it?”

Nathanaël walked over to the oven and made a hand gesture towards it. “You know what this is, right?”

Chloé roller her eyes. “Of course I do.”

The tomato-haired adult turned the oven knob to 350°F.

“What are you doing? You’re going to burn down the kitchen!”

Nathanaël put a sturdy hand on Chloé’s shoulder. “You have to preheat the oven so the cookies can be put in instantly.”

She nodded. “What do we do now?”

“I normally make it the way my grandma taught me, so we start off with one and a half cups of butter...”

                                             5 minutes later...

“Now we have to add 4 cups of flour. Can you get it for me?” 

Chloé strolled across the kitchen, picking up the bag of flour. She had an idea.

She scooped up a handful of flour, and after dropping the bag of flour next to Nathanaël, she said, “Oh, and a present for you.”

She puckered her lips and leaned in so Nathanaël would get the idea. When she saw they were really close, she backed up and threw the flour in his face.

Nathanaël blinked. Then narrowed his turquoise eyes at her.

“Let’s fight, sunshine.”

And so the flour war ensued.

                                          A bag of flour later...

Chloé kneeled down on the floor, watching the cookies in the heat source they were in. They were starting to take shape.

“Nath! Look! They’re turning into circles!” Chloé exclaimed, looking up at him.

“Yes, Chloe. I know how cookies work.” Nathanaël smiled, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter.

Minutes later, the bell on the oven dinged, alerting them the cookies were done.

Nathanaël put on some oven mitts, pulled the sheet out of the oven, and placed it on the counter. He took a spatula to remove the cookies and put them on a plate. All perfect.

After the cookies cooled down, the couple started tasting them.

“These cookies are really sweet,” Chloé said, the chocolate chips melted in her mouth.

Title: Goodnight Kisses

Ship: Adrien Agreste + Marinette Dupain-Cheng / Adrienette

Words: 515

Day 1 / Day 3

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                                             Coffee Shop AU

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was cleaning the grimy tables that had been dirtied with crumbs, coffee spills, and whatnot. She had her earbuds in and was singing to the music.

The music was quite loud, may I add, so loud, she didn’t hear the bell on the door ring as it opened.

The blonde man behind her tried to get her attention, but she didn’t turn around because she couldn’t hear him.

He decided to resort to grabbing her on the shoulder, in an attempt to get her to face him. It backfired completely. Marinette shrieked and whipped around as fast as possible, punching poor Adrien in the face.

“Oww...” Adrien winced. “That really hurt, Marinette.”

Marinette started rambling in shock, “Omigosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, I just didn’t know it was you and I thought I was being robbed and I attacked you instinctively and are you hurt, oh no, this is all my fault and-”

“Marinette, it’s okay. I’m fine,” Adrien cut her off.

Marinette leaned back on the table behind her, which wasn’t the best idea because she fell on the floor.

“Nice to see you’re falling for me,” Adrien said as he helped her up, causing her to roll her eyes.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Marinette questioned.

“I came by to ask if you could hook me up with some coffee?”

The blue-eyed woman looked pointedly towards the bar, which consisted of a not-currently-running coffee machine.

“Oh... Please...? I really need it. I have a photoshoot at night that Father set up and it’s gonna be running a little late.” Adrien scratched the back of his neck.

Marinette sped over to the coffee machine and made him a Trenta cup of his favorite, caramel mocha, to make sure he had more than enough.

She handed it to him over the counter. “Thank you so much, Mari.”

“No problem. Anything for my favorite boyfriend.” Marinette smiled.

“I’m your only boyfriend, or at least I better be,” Adrien growled and wrapped his arms around Marinette’s petite waist.

“Aw, it’s my knight in shining armor,” Marinette hugged him back. “You deserve a reward for protecting me. A goodnight kiss, perhaps?”

Marinette moved back from the embrace, tilted his head up, and gave him a peck on the lips, a red color tainting her cheeks.

Adrien smirked. “I deserve more than that, don’t I?” 

“Maybe you do, but if I recall, you have a photoshoot to go to.”

Adrien pouted.

Marinette giggled. “You don’t want your coffee to get cold.”

Adrien grunted and picked up his coffee from the counter. He started to head out but turned around abruptly.

“Oh, and Marinette?” Adrien stared at her.

“Hmm?” Marinette looked back.

“Good night.” He moved forward swiftly, captivating Marinette’s lips with his own, catching her by surprise.

A few seconds later, they both pulled away, panting.

The red color that had tinted her lips had gone to full-on scarlet. “Night good! I mean uh - G-good night!”

Title: Blush

Ship: Gabriel + Mama Agreste

Words: 116

Day 2

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She sighed. How had it come to this?

She remembered when he was still good.

“It’s all about world domination,” Gabriel smirked.

“How will you do that?” Madeline smiled.

“With you by my side,” Gabriel blushed.

Madeline blushed back.

Before, those words were kind, flirtatious, referring to them ruling the fashion empire.

Now, those words had a twisted, sick meaning. Innocents injured, magic stolen, miraculous broken, in order to get what he wanted.

She kissed Adrien one last time, said her goodbyes to Duusu, and wrote a note to Gabriel.

I still love you. But I can’t love a monster.

Love. She thought of all her moments with him.