You wanted more MAWWIAGE prompts, here's one! (As always Liladrien flavoured!)
Adrien under amok influence and Marinette are about to get married, but Lila objects because she thinks Marinette doesn't deserve him. They start a quiz over what he likes and dislikes, but question after question Adrien notices that Marinette doesn't really know him, but Lila whom he hasn't seen in ages, for some reason knows his deepest desires. Suddenly his high school sweetheart is not so attractive compared to a former coworker because at least she noticed Him, the real Him.
After extensive lying and gasligting, manipulation and slight usage of the rings Adrien "forgives" Marinette for her lying about his father and everything. The word "Forgive" still makes him angry even if he doesn't know why, all thoughts are so cloudy suddenly...
Then the wedding happens!
Everyone is so happy, and Adrien is too! (Even if he hates everything, from the date chosen, to guests and how they are seated) But Marinette loves it and that's what matters.
They say their vows and just as the priest finishes saying "If anyone is opposed to this union, let them speak now, or hold their peace forever." the door burts open revealing Lila Rossi screaming "I OBJECT!!"
She changed her haircut, and the clothing style, but that is still Lila. They all changed as years went by, yet he thought she would let her anger go since their school years.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
"You don't deserve him!! He should be with me!!" Adrien couldn't help but sigh. This was supposed to be his happiest day, but happiness is too much to ask for in his case. And does she still have a crush on him?
"Yes, I do!! If anyone You don't deserve him, so stop ruining our happiness and leave!"
He hoped there wouldn't be a fight. Or that there WOULD be a fight and he can leave this mess sooner.
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, you don't know a single thing about Adrien Agreste." Now that was an accusation that made even him turn towards the two women.
"You wish I didn't."
"What is his favourite color?" Is this what will be the reason for him not being married? Seriously?
"It's red."
"Wrong! He likes black the most." ... He did like black more than red. Not that it really mattered.
"Fine, let's assume you're right, what is his favourite food?"
"Passion fruit candy."
"Ha! Wrong! It's my mom's quiche!" Madame Cheng's quiche IS very good, but he knows that passion fruit is his weakness.
All eyes were on him now, Marinette looked slightly hurt and Lila surprised, but he needed to know.
"Your Name! Because it's about true love!" Marinette said as if it was as easy as two plus two.
"Solitude, because it was your mother's first ever film." She couldn't have known that, she couldn't...
"My father. How do I feel about him?"
"You loved him because he's your father, but you are furious because he never showed a fraction of love your mother got to you."
"Lies! Your father was a hero and you miss him dearly."
Adrien took a step forward.
"Do I like day or night?"
"Day, because it's full of life."
"Night because it's free of expectations." Another step.
"How do I feel about playing piano?"
"You like it because your parents taught you to play."
"You hate it because you didn't choose it. You were forced to play it." A step closer towards the two women.
"What's my favourite animal."
"Hamster! That's why we want to get one!"
"Black cat. You can relate because of your rotten luck." Don't talk to my husband like that! He's not your husband yet, idiot! Adrien didn't pay attention to them bickering and and simply stepped forward. Only he was closer to Lila and Marinette noticed.
"A-Adrien?"
"What is my favourite hobby?" He asked while looking at Lila only.
"Gardening." She answered with a smile.
"... Reading?" His fianceee said unsure.
"Favourite game?"
"That shooter you play with Nino a lot?"
"Titanfall, second part." Another answer, and he walked towards the one who actually knows him.
"...What the hell is happening?" Alya asked in disbelief.
"There's always a bigger fish. It seems there's someone who payed much more attention to my bro because her every answer is right."
"How many kids do I want?" Marinette came closer to him, but he looked only in golden brown eyes.
"Three, that's what we agreed on?"
"It's a trick question. After what your father did to you, you are afraid of becoming like him, so the answer is none." He was standing right in front of her now and Marinette's dreams and hopes were falling apart one question at a time.
"ENOUGH! You won't steal him from me, spots on!" Gasps were heard through out the hall, even Adrien turned to her in shock, but then suddenly a second flash brightened him, this one much closer.
"Dark wings rise! Let's see about that, pest!!"
With that two holders started to fight, but even as Plagg begged him to join, Adrien just couldn't... So he sat there, slowly comprehending everything that happened.
Marinette didn't know a single thing about him, while Lila knew everything, down to the most private details. Worst part? Adrien couldn't remember why be even liked Marinette, not to say why he would even agree to marry her. He looked for any reason, but couldn't find any.
"ADRIEN!!"
The man was pulled out from his spiral by a loud voice. Looking at it's direction, he saw Chrysalis, or should he say Lila?
She held two rings, his parents wedding bands, the Graham de Vanily rings.
"Be yourself, and be free!!"
And just like that, it all made sense...
EVEN MORE MAWWIAGE!!!
I'm ngl, these prompts have been getting me more and more into Liladrien. Still not one of my main Adrien ships, but I'm liking it more and more as it pops up in prompts. :)
The double reveal has to be shocking for everyone but the few who already know Marinette is LB, so that's gonna be a fun conversation for people to have later.
She knows his favorite movie, and color, and video games. She knows the time of day he prefers, how he feels about his father and becoming a father himself. And when she has rings? The only thing she tells him to do, is to be himself, and to be free. And that, to me, is ultimately what makes him fall for her.
Anyone could have figured out what his favorite things and preferences were. But not everyone would give him the opportunity to just be Adrien.
i think ppl would be a lot happier and better-adjusted on here if they realized that being online on a website is like being in any other casual public space full of people. if u walk into walmart u dont immediately think to yourselfĀ āi have to be friends with everyone in this walmart and if not everyone likes me iām a failureā and u really shouldnāt feel that way online either. likewise if thereās a guy in the walmart parking lot shouting obscenities u probably wouldnāt answer him and thatās literally an exact equivalent to some of the weird stuff that people on here seem to feel theyāre obligated to respond to.
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I'm one of the few people that genuinely LOVES working customer service (hotel receptionist here), like yes the occasional person is rude and entitled. But most of the time? People are kind, and funny, and will jump at the chance to share a bit of their lives with someone else.
The businessman that comes in every week who seemed grouchy at first now smiles and waves when I remember his name, and explains he's just finished a long drive, and he doesn't MEAN to come off as rude, he's just tired.
The mother and daughter who visit the hotel each summer and tell me they've been coming here for years, and each time they visit they go to the pier and save up their tickets for the big ticket items. One day they come through the doors with the biggest grins, the older lady in the wheelchair proudly waving a huge stuffed toy tiger she's "had her eye on for years".
The young man with his girlfriend who looks nervous as he approaches reception, and stumbles over his words, his hands shaking as he signs the paperwork to check in. I've spent the last two weeks on the phone with him organising this; we've set up the bedroom with balloons and petals and decorations, and he's going to propose as soon as they get to the room.
The woman who I've not seen before who asks if I'm local, and tells me she grew up here, and had recently found herself drawn back. We talk about the sounds of seagulls, and the metal clanging of masts down at the harbour, and how the sounds that fade into the background are the ones you miss most when you leave. She's writing a book and promises to send me a copy when she's done.
The regular who goes out of her way to buy us all the strangest biscuits she can find at the tourist shops. We try them together, pulling faces at the ones that just don't work.
The thirty something woman who immediately sees a kinship in me and whispers to me that she has been here before, but under a name she no longer uses, and we celebrate the freedom she feels.
The support group that comes in for coffee each week and sit together filling the foyer with laughter.
Every single person living their own wonderful complicated rich lives, and I get to be a part of that. How is that not beautiful?
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