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DAY 17: LEAP OF FAITH
“Are you alright?”
“I knew you’d catch me”
What do you do when your boyfriend jumps off a building to escape an akuma? (Panic) Catch him
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Day 16: I’m here
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“Chlo, whats wrong?” Adrien asked, using his little nickname for her. She looked at him, eyes red and puffy from crying, “she left” said Chloe softly, “Mama is gone. Daddy won’t talk to me and the servants are giving me looks!” She looked down at the floor, her voice getting choked up “I-I’m all alone..” Adrien felt his heart wrench. Although she could be bossy, Chloe was his best (and only) friend, and he hated seeing her like this. He swooped in for a tight hug, letting her know he was there. She seemed caught off gaurd, but quickly returned the hug, continuing to cry. “I’m here, Chloe” he said “I’m never going to leave you. You’re not alone” she pulled back and held out her pinkie. “Promise..?” She sniffled. He gave a reassuring smile and locked his pinky into hers.
“Promise”
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I love the idea of little Chloe and Adrien. My poor babies ❤
DAY 15: BUBBLEBATH!
For miraculous fluff month, just some good pure alyanette. You can interpret this is as romantic or platonic
I tried this in a lineless style….it came out like shit…so I decided to redraw it!
MLB Fluff Month Oneshot: Jack of All Trades
Day 8′s Prompt Oneshot: Late Nights @miraculousfluffmonth
Posted on: AO3 FFN
Summary: When Marinette, Adrien, Alya, and Nino stay up late to play Slapjack and it gets bizarrely competitive.
One shot for Miraculous Fluff Month.
Preview:
Adrien was excited.
This was the first time that his father had allowed a sleepover – a sleepover! He had only seen it from movies and heard of it from people online, and no, he did not count Chloe.
His mother and Chloe’s mother had been close ever since he was little and thus they had been acquainted with each other ever since he was little. This also meant that his father had approved of their friendship even before it had started. Since Chloe was more of family than friend, it wasn’t a friendship that was done from his own accord and was one created from pure circumstance and perhaps necessity. But this – this was different. They were his friends not because someone else had told him to be; they were his friends because he wanted them to be.
Therefore when his father allowed him a sleepover knowing fully well that Nino was going to be there, Adrien had been ecstatic . Although his father had said some things about how hopefully “Miss Dupain-Cheng will keep him in line” which had undoubtedly generated a frown from his son, Adrien was hopeful that this would be the start of something good. His father was warming up to the DJ; he was sure of it.
He really appreciated Marinette’s efforts to make sure that he was going to be, without a doubt, at the sleepover. Even though the girl was still shy and rambled when she was with him, Marinette had been a big part of making this sleepover possible. She had offered her room for the sleepover, contacted Gabriel Agreste multiple times to persuade him to let his son have a sleepover with his three friends, and asked Adrien about any allergies (excluding feathers) he had to make sure that the stay would be as comfortable as possible.
He had been floored to know that someone could go to such lengths to just make a person feel welcome.
He was grateful to have Marinette in his life.
He entered the bakery at 7PM and was immediately squished into a body-crushing hug.
“Adrien, my boy! You’re here!” the burly man laughed.
“Hello, Monsieur Dupain,” Adrien gave a smile. Some of the syllables escaped his lungs and his voice cracked on the “pain.”
“There is no need; call me Tom!” Monsieur Dupain grinned widely.
“Thanks… Tom.” Oh god, was he awkward.
Monsieur Dupain – Tom, Adrien reminded himself – only chuckled, which Adrien guessed was a good sign.
“How have you been?” he said softly.
It shocked Adrien.
“Uh… good, sir.”
Monsieur Dupain – Tom – laughed.
With Adrien still in his arms, Tom craned his neck towards the stairs. “Marinette! Adrien is here!”
“Send him up, papa!” Papa?
Monsieur Dupain – Tom – chuckled. “Okay, honeybuns!”
Adrien chuckled. Honeybuns?
“Paaaaapaaaaa!” a whine came from the stairs.
At his daughter’s lament, Tom laughed the biggest laugh that Adrien had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. His chest moved up and down at the involuntary action, which rocked Adrien back and forth. He had mirth in his eyes as his mouth moved as if he was speaking something without words.
It was as if Adrien was transported back in time. In this moment, he was four again, in his mother’s laughing arms, with her head tilted back and laughing from the top of her lungs as she carried a tired Adrien from the woods.
He liked it. A lot.
“Oh!” Tom suddenly said. “I’m sorry,” he put Adrien down gently. Tom averted his gaze from him, rubbing his nape sheepishly. The familiar gesture did not go unnoticed, and Adrien beamed. “I must have, uh, gotten carried away, have I?”
“It’s not a problem, Monsieur Dupa–Tom.” Mirth danced in Adrien’s eyes.
Tom’s sheepish look became a warm and gentle smile. “Well then, what are you waiting for, son? Marinette is waiting for you!” he pat Adrien’s back, giggling at the words.
Adrien raised a brow but did not comment.
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@miraculousfluffmonth day 11: First kiss
So as you can see I chose Marichat from this wip post. Who knows, maybe I’ll color other sides as well. What do you think?
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“Fluttering feathers, fluttering hearts” by Remasa for @miraculousfluffmonth , day 7: Recovery
AO3 / fanfiction
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A random fragment:
The following morning, the press conference was the only thing Parisians could talk about. Gabriel hid a smile as he read the articles on his tablet. Emilie slept soundly beside him. She mumbled under her breath and turned on her side. He looked over to see if she would wake up, but she merely curled one hand under her chin and continued dozing.
The smile he had been fighting surfaced and he resisted the urge to reach over and stroke her hair, not wanting even the most delicate of touches to disturb her. She needed all the rest she could get. He continued perusing the articles for several long moments when he felt a pair of eyes on him.
He looked back over to Emilie and discovered her staring at him.
“Good morning,” he said in a quiet voice.
“Morning,” she answered. “Whatcha doin’?”
He slipped into the bed beside her and pulled her against his chest. “Reading up on the press conference yesterday,” he replied, showing her the articles. “We made quite the stir.”
She giggled. “We always do, darling.”
He smiled again, running his fingers through her soft golden strands as she flicked through the article he already read.
“Fluttering Feathers, Fluttering Hearts” by Remasa
for @miraculousfluffmonth, Day 6: Baking
AO3 / fanfiction
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(Sorry for the awful editing but I’m on mobile and html is not my forte). Have a random fragment of my fav chapter so far!
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“Can’t you have the chef prepare it?” Emilie asked.
“No way!” Duusu squawked, zipping from where she had been circling around Gabriel’s head like child at Christmastime. “Gabriel makes the best recharge food! He always adds in those extra walnuts and you know I love walnuts!”
“Oh dear, did Nathalie remember to get the walnuts?” Emilie asked, tapping her lip as she mulled over her question.
Duusu let out a gasp of horror and immediately darted over to the pile of bought ingredients, wringing her little kwami paws in high-strung anxiety as she dove in and out of the packages. “Oh no! She forgot the walnuts! She had to have forgotten the walnuts! They’re the best part! Gabriel, we don’t have any walnuts!”
“Fluttering Feathers, Fluttering Hearts” by Remasa for @miraculousfluffmonth , day 8: Late nights
AO3 / fanfiction
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A random fragment:“You know it has to be important, dear,” Emilie murmured.
“I know,” he sighed. He only set notifications for critical things. With another long-suffering groan, he twisted over and groped around blindly for his tablet and glasses. Placing his glasses upon his nose, he clicked the tablet on and swiped past the lock screen. He blinked for a few minutes, adjusting to the brightness. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mumbled.
“What is it?” Emilie asked, turning over to face him.
In response, he flipped the tablet around to show her. A blurry image obviously taken from a distance showed the distinct figures of Ladybug and Chat Noir sitting on top of the Eiffel Tower. An additional comment read “Ladybug and Chat Noir spotted tonight in Paris!” with a link to the Ladyblog.
Emilie chuckled. “Well, it’s not like we didn’t do that either,” she remarked.
“He just saw her four hours ago,” Gabriel grumbled, throwing aside the blankets and swinging his feet around. He stood and headed over to Duusu. “Sorry to wake you,” he apologized, gently shaking the blue bird kwami out of her slumber. “I need you for a moment.”
“Sure!” Duusu flew up, awake and ready to go. Gabriel wished he could bottle that enthusiasm for his mornings.
“Duusu, Quills Open.”
One blue flash later, Paon withdrew his fan, spread it open, and pressed a button. A screen flickered into existence. It rang a couple of times before Chat Noir answered, his black-masked face filling the screen.
“Why are you out so late?” were the first words out of Paon’s mouth.
“Uh, how did you know I was out?” came the sheepish reply.
“Fluttering feathers, fluttering hearts” by Remasa for @miraculousfluffmonth , day 9: Friends to lovers
AO3 / fanfiction
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A random fragment:
“So,” Papillon began, breaking the silence. She unscrewed the top of the thermos she had strapped to her waist and sipped at the ever present tea inside. “How long do you think it’ll take Chat Noir and Ladybug to officially get together?”
Her husband smiled. “I’ve watched them tiptoe around each other the last two years. They’re not going to just miraculously fight off all that awkwardness.”
“So… a month?”
“Ha!” Paon snorted. “Not unless we have something to do about it.”
“Oh? What did you have in mind?”
Paon turned to her. “What makes you think I have anything planned?”
Papillon shrugged. “Gut feeling. You know, woman’s intuition.”
“Uh huh.” The skeptical look remained.
“Fluttering Feathers, Fluttering Hearts” by Remasa for @miraculousfluffmonth , day 10: I dare you!
AO3 / fanfiction
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A random fragment:
The very next day, Gabriel began with a simple plan.
He intercepted Marinette as she was going up to Adrien’s room.
“Adrien has a photoshoot tomorrow that unfortunately was scheduled well before all of these events unfolded,” he said to her. “Would you care to accompany us? I know you have an interest in fashion and I thought you might want to see a bit of the process.”
Her thinly veiled squeal of excitement told him her answer well enough.
He returned to his room to finish up some last-minute changes. “Step one is complete,” he informed his wife.
“Getting a fledgling designer to agree to an invitation to a fashion-related event? That’s about as easy as taking jewelry from teenagers. Well, for most people at least.”
Gabriel glared at her.
Hi! I posted a picture for ml fluff month few days ago but you haven't reblogged it yet (I can't write a link here but it's the newest post on my ft sideblog ilwinsdrawings), I was tagging it and also put a mention for this blog here but maybe it didn't work for some reason or something? So I wanted to ask if you saw it. If you saw and don't want to reblog it (for any reason), it's ok, I won't insist, but I wanted to make sure for the case there was fault with mention and tag or something?
As I stated in this post here, my activity feed is an absolute mess right now, so I can’t go through and reblog posts I was mentioned in. Please have patience - I work full time and can’t dedicate myself to reblogging everything quickly - so it will get reblogged whenever I get a chance. :) If you guys really want to be sure I’m seeing your posts, link me to them in an IM.
“Fluttering Feathers, Fluttering Hearts” by Remasa for @miraculousfluffmonth , day 11: First kiss
AO3 / fanfiction
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When I first read that chapter I couldn’t help but to instantly draw Duusu sleeping in a bowl of popcorn xD
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A random fragment:
“Marinette is set to arrive here soon,” Gabriel explained, adding a touch of salt to the bowl and tossing the hot kernels around. Beside him, Duusu slept in another bowl of popcorn.
The kwami had gotten so delighted at her wielder making popcorn that she dove into the first batch of freshly popped corn, scattering the fluffy kernels high into the air like a popcorn volcano. She chirped in excitement as she began to eat her way through the snack. Nooroo, on the other hand, was content to eat some of the chocolate covered raspberries on the tray.
Gabriel had just sighed, bent down to retrieve another bowl, and turned the stove back on to pop another batch. Duusu burrowed herself in the middle of the popcorn and curled up to sleep, occasionally letting out content chirps as she snoozed.
“Fluttering Feathers, Fluttering Hearts” by Remasa for @miraculousfluffmonth , day 12: It was an accident
AO3 / fanfiction
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A random fragment:“What did you do?” Adrien demanded, folding his arms in anger.
“It was an accident!” Plagg wailed. “I thought it was cheese!”
“You thought what was cheese?”
“The clocks! The round one looked just like camembert!”
Marinette snorted a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “It was a clock, Plagg, how could you mistake it for cheese?”
“I'm starving,” the cat kwami explained in the most pitiful voice she had ever heard. “I didn’t get to eat anything before leaving.”
“I gave you a whole wheel of camembert at breakfast,” Adrien pointed out.
“One wheel isn’t enough to stave off the beginnings of hunger pains,” Plagg moaned.
“Well now you get nothing.” Adrien grabbed Marinette’s hand and started down the sidewalk.
DAY 10: “I DARE YOU….”
Adrien, your Chat Noir is showing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
For @miraculousfluffmonth. Marinette.exe has stopped working
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Day 13 - Finally alone
This is for @miraculousfluffmonth
It was really fun to do (maybe I’ll do one for another day)
DAY 11: FIRST KISS
For @miraculousfluffmonth! I feel like they were each others firsts, also im excited to see how this ship progresses as we learn more about them!
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DAY 12: ACCIDENT
I love the idea of Chat Noir having cat like tendencies, and Mari gets to deal with it
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