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“Chat Noir could step on me, and I’d say thank you.” Nino murmured this over a mouthful of croissant, clearly with the motives of a murderer, who had absolutely nil empathy for his companion who had begun to choke to his death. “I’m serious, have you seen that leather? I have gifs of his smirks, amongst other specialties, saved on my phone, I’m not going to lie.”
“Nino!”
“What? Everyone has a thing for Chat Noir, it’s common knowledge.”
The fact that I’m writing a Adrichat fic is truly beyond me.
"I think it was his humour that made me fall in love with him." Adrien responded seriously. "As a child, I always wanted to marry someone who made me laugh, and I'm constantly laughing with Chat Noir. He's just...special that way."
@goldensmilingbird There you go!
Full fic coming out in *checks watch* ten thousand years.
there are tumblr blogs dedicated to adrichat, with edits featuring adrien/chat.
nino is the one that introduces the concept to adrien, and proceeds to make an adrichat edit his wallpaper when adrien gets flustered by the topic.
there's a ton of buzzfeed quizzes related to adrichat.
our favourite moments of france's best couple - adrichat and is your relationship as adorable as adrichat? are the two most famous articles on the site.
for april 1st, alya and nino organize an adrichat drama, featuring Mozart.
marinette makes adrichat merch, after having ten thousand freak outs.
master fu and wayzz having a serious discussion about the state of adrien's sanity
plagg cackling at the beginning at adrien's frustration, mirth dissolving to horror when he catches adrien printing a picture of chat noir and sticking it on his bedframe. Adrien kisses the picture every night before he falls asleep.
#adrichat starts trending when adrien is caught wearing chat noir merch, but the internet collectively loses their mind when chat noir is seen wearing an agreste sweater.
"the sweater's actually borrowed from someone." chat noir responds, with a cheeky wink thrown towards the cameras, when asked about it. "still has his scent, which is why I wore it today!"
daily sessions/patrols where ladybug and chat noir just gush about adrien agreste.
"you're so lucky." ladybug always says with a dreamy sigh, and rolls her eyes when chat screams his agreement.
gabriel thinking of ways he can use adrichat to his advantage.
supervillian side, nothing goes well on his side. however, his civilain self gets richer after he drops a line related to chat noir. the public takes this as confirmation that adrichat is actually a relationship.
adrien stays up late to watch youtubers rant about how adorable adrichat is.
there are tumblr blogs dedicated to adrichat, with edits featuring adrien/chat.
nino is the one that introduces the concept to adrien, and proceeds to make an adrichat edit his wallpaper when adrien gets flustered by the topic.
there's a ton of buzzfeed quizzes related to adrichat.
our favourite moments of france's best couple - adrichat and is your relationship as adorable as adrichat? are the two most famous articles on the site.
for april 1st, alya and nino organize an adrichat drama, featuring Mozart.
marinette makes adrichat merch, after having ten thousand freak outs.
master fu and wayzz having a serious discussion about the state of adrien's sanity
plagg cackling at the beginning at adrien's frustration, mirth dissolving to horror when he catches adrien printing a picture of chat noir and sticking it on his bedframe. Adrien kisses the picture every night before he falls asleep.
“Chat Noir could step on me, and I’d say thank you.” Nino murmured this over a mouthful of croissant, clearly with the motives of a murderer, who had absolutely nil empathy for his companion who had begun to choke to his death. “I’m serious, have you seen that leather? I have gifs of his smirks, amongst other specialties, saved on my phone, I’m not going to lie.”
“Nino!”
“What? Everyone has a thing for Chat Noir, it’s common knowledge.”
The fact that I’m writing a Adrichat fic is truly beyond me.
“Chat Noir could step on me, and I’d say thank you.” Nino murmured this over a mouthful of croissant, clearly with the motives of a murderer, who had absolutely nil empathy for his companion who had begun to choke to his death. “I’m serious, have you seen that leather? I have gifs of his smirks, amongst other specialties, saved on my phone, I’m not going to lie.”
“Nino!”
“What? Everyone has a thing for Chat Noir, it’s common knowledge.”
The fact that I’m writing a Adrichat fic is truly beyond me.
lost without the shape of your heart
by beaubcxton
“I heard you today at the coffee shop.” Ladybug whispered, and noticed the way he stiffened immediately. “Don’t worry, I didn’t figure out who you were but I saw the back of your head as you left.”
“Oh.” He pulled away then, and offered her a wobbling charming smile. “You didn’t happen to hear anything I said, did you?”
Four times Marinette stumbles onto the boy behind the mask, and the one time she meets him.
Tagged by @slytherin2800 on my old blog a couple of months back!
Tagging @seleneslyre-writes @chatnoirinette @rosekasa @multtimouses
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Name: Kyra
Nickname: I don't really have a nickname but few people can call me Ky
Zodiac: Scorpio
Height: Around 5'3.
Last movie I saw: I don't watch movies anymore, but I did see some clips of Frozen 2 on YouTube.
Last thing I googled: It was most definitely not Math puns, pshh.
Favourite Musician: Harry Styles, The Beatles, ABBA, and Adele are some of them!
Song stuck in my head: Baby One More Time - Britney Spears.
Other blogs: I have a couple. My main one is @/zenniknina
Do I get asks: Sometimes? I hoard the ones I've received. One time, @seleneslyre-writes sent me an adorable ask and I've never posted it! Just kept the cuteness to myself, some could say. (Whispers: And the lies)
Following: 123
Amount of sleep you get: Sleep? Who's that?
Lucky number: 3
What I’m wearing: A dress!
Dream job: I'd like to become an author someday, among other things.
Dream trip: One of my best friends and I want to visit Antarctica to see the wildlife there!
Favourite food: Chocolate ;)
Play any instruments: I'm learning the piano!
Languages: English, some French, and some dialects from India.
Favourite songs:
Falling - Harry Styles,
Ashes - Meghan Trainor
More Than Friends - Jason Mraz, Meghan Trainor
Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi
I Love You 3000 - Stephanie Poetri
Vienna - Billy Joel
Random Fact: I love watching documentaries, and learning new things!
Describe yourself as aesthetic things: The howl of the wind besides laughter on the shoreline, books littered on desks, hot chocolate and the sounds of a typewriter, shards of glass reflecting sunlight.
loving you is the only theory in my life (ladynoir)
Summary: Five times Chat Noir jokes about dying, and the one time he means it.
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( This is for @aster-ria, @rosekasa @seleneslyre-writes @multtimouses and JessicaOgren who are all kind people who deserve to be appreciated and showered with love! )
Excerpt:
Love is painful and agonizing, involves heart-ripping moments when one believes they have the ability to flood civilizations with their grief, but people do it anyway. Love is what makes people human, and drives them to be the best version of themselves. In the end, the only constants that remain are death, change, and love.
“My name starts with the letter M.” Ladybug blurts out, and when his hands still, she continues, “If something ever happens, you’re one close step to finding me because I want to grow old — grow old with you, that is. I don’t think I’d mind groaning about how loud the music is, or how my legs ache because of the awful stairs we had just walked if you were right there with me.”
“Bug.” Chat stares at her, infinitely enthralled, dazed almost as if his partner was an enchantress who had him under a spell, which wasn’t really far from the truth, metaphorically speaking.
The end of the world does not end with a bang.
It ends with Ladybug, her hands — dieu, her hands — tangled in his hair, her breath and soul pressed against his, giggles spilling from an open vessel.
Kissing Ladybug was unlike anything Chat Noir had ever known, inexplicably beautiful and incredible like a painting etched with the raw algorithm of human emotion.
“I’ve —” The word is punctured with a kiss. “—been meaning—” Another delightful kiss that sends his heart soaring into the yawn of the universe. “—to do this for ages.”
“I love you.” Chat murmurs, soaking in this dream, for it was an exceptional one, crafted by Morpheus and all the Olympians combined. “I love you so much my heart hurts with the intensity of it.”
Chat Noir moves, presses a fragile, shaking kiss on Ladybug’s neck, where suit met vacancy and was rewarded with a blush, blooming like roses in the prettiest of gardens. Would it be a shame, a pathetic waste of his time to indulge in this dream — this fantasy his mind has offered him?
There aren’t any possible scenarios to explain this magnificent daydream. The real Ladybug had never shown interest in him — and loved a boy who she compared to the sun. Yet, here Ladybug exists, nearly sending him to a collapsed pile of ardent love.
“I love you.” Ladybug grins, bright, happy and warm. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“You’re the most wonderful dream.” Chat replies, pulling her closer to his chest, and ended up landing the pair of them onto the floor. Would he wake up now—?
Ladybug bubbles over him, a sunrise stretching her face, and squeezes his hand. “Hi, hi, hi.”
There were times when Adrien worried he would lose contact with Ladybug, and he would never know the person under the mask. And, there were moments, painful and heartbreaking nightmares where all his memories with Ladybug, the proclaimed love of his life were conjugated by his memory, mere hallucinations driven by insanity.
It terrified him to think of either situation, of not seeing this vision, who truly looked and acted like a goddess, the only person in the history of the universe who had the ability of squeezing a man’s heart by simply existing.
“Hi, Bug.” Chat lets out a soft breathy chuckle, and somehow manages to summon the ability to reach out to bounce a stray curl of hair. Dieu, even her hair was beautiful. “I don’t want to ever wake up.”
“Do you think this is a dream, minou?” A delightful laugh is followed by hands fumbling to squeeze his cheeks as if to assure him that there was more to her than cosmic dust and wisps of imagination. “If this is another cheesy pick up lines, I swear I’ll throw you off a roof — no matter how much I love you.”
“You’re sending me mixed signals, my heart. On one hand, the Ladybug in my dreams finds my puns hilarious but on the other hand, you’re telling me you love me. Me!”
“Yes, you. You’re wonderful and —”
“What about the other boy?”
“I need you.” Ladybug murmurs, staring at him like he’s hung her the stars which is ridiculous because it was her who — by sheer will and grace — brought him the very moon and the entire universe. “You’re my partner, and when I’m with you, I feel like I’m at home. And, isn’t that the very definition of love — of comfort and home?”
Chat adjusts the pair of them, a sea of diamonds glittering and echoing in his eyes, and kisses her forehead tenderly. “You’ve made my entire life, Bugaboo. Thank you — for existing, for dieu, everything and for giving me a chance.”
The rose colour of Ladybug’s cheeks is very distracting, indeed. “Finally convinced yourself you aren’t dreaming, minou?”
“No.” The answer is soft, and truthful. “Oh my dieu. If I’m not dreaming, does that mean I’m dying? Is that why you’ve kissed me — as my dying gift?”
“Stop being so dramatic.” Ladybug lets out a breath — a curious combination between a laugh and an exasperated sigh. “And, just kiss me, already.”
Summary: Four times Marinette stumbles onto the boy behind the mask and the one time she meets him ( for @seleneslyre-writes )
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Excerpt:
“I heard you today at the coffee shop.” Ladybug whispered, and noticed the way he stiffened immediately. “Don’t worry, I didn’t figure out who you were but I saw the back of your head as you left.”
“Oh.” He pulled away then and offered her a wobbling charming smile. “You didn’t happen to hear anything I said, did you?”
one:
The first time she saw him was on a billboard.
People were beautiful, Marinette had thought, and had impulsively stopped in the middle of the street, regardless of the fact that her tardiness would reflect badly to her customer, and could lead to a failed commission.
It wasn’t an unusual photo, just a beautiful boy with sparkling eyes focused on the stars like he was merely greeting them.
Marinette wondered what went through his head when the camera flashed, whether he was startled from his daydreams, shaken from a mist of a memory or a wish, or if he’d simply smiled that model smile and walked away, hardly a glitch in routine.
Models were like actors. They could pretend they saw fields dotted with peonies and roses, shimmering under the teasing brush of wind when they looked out through a window, even if the actual scene was merely concrete buildings and worn trenchcoats.
There was a sea of people swarming around her, like drops echoing together towards a union to form a tide but Marinette remained stuck, like a halted laugh in photographs, a grain of salt hidden in the chipper.
It read this: The Agreste Fragrance. Out now
Instinctively, she snapped a photograph of the billboard. She doesn’t know who the model is, has never seen him before, but there was something about his smile — the kind of smile that makes you nostalgic for something you’ve never been apart of, but could hope to feel the essence of — as cliche as that sounded, that resonated with her.
two:
The second time she saw him was on Alya’s phone.
They were playing Truth or Dare, as silly as it was the first time they played it a decade ago, and Marinette’s wormed herself a way to send a message to any contact.
Honest, she meant to send a stupid, rubbish message to Nino - Alya’s boyfriend, the one that surprised her friend with a dozen daisies, the very day the pair had met, but her thoughts abruptly pause at the background.
It was a picture of a group of friends, all cosy and shadowed near a fireplace. There was Alya, arms wrapped around Nino, Rose with her lips pressed against Juleka’s rose tainted cheeks and there was him.
Scrawny, beautiful him, and unfortunately standing far away from the single dim light bulb in the room. If she were to focus, zoom in, she could have seen him, but Marinette, almost adamantly, tore her gaze away, her scrutinizing, treacherous brain already in the means of attempting to decipher the man’s face.
The thought was infinitely terrifying as if she’s just been instructed to jump off a plane with neither safety nor wits intact. She knew, without a doubt, that the man in the picture was her partner.
[ How? ( 8 Marks. )
Perhaps, to any other citizen, that might have been just about any boy, with a ridiculous pose, but to Marinette, part-time superhero, who spent her nights redefining the meaning of parkour as Ladybug, knew that it couldn’t have been anyone else than Chat Noir.
She had made fun of that pose their very last patrol, and he’d laughed, posed that stupid, distinguishable position.
Only he would drop his identity because of a pose. If Marinette didn’t know better, she would chance a guess that her best friend was a model.
And, if that wasn’t enough of a reason, she had spent nights dancing with him, only shadow and touch guiding her.
She didn’t need to see a clear view of his face to tell that the man standing, arm resting on a block of picture frames and nostalgia, was her best friend.
Chat Noir had seen her, surely, if he had looked at the photographs lining Alya’s wall. Could he have recognized her, like she him? ]
Chat Noir was someone who ran along the same circles as her, who wore flannel and ladybug patterned socks.
Not that she was surprised.
He had confessed, multiple times, to owning merchandise with her theme printed on it. And, she’d bloomed as red as roses but merely nudged him away with an exasperated yet fond huff.
If she wanted to, she could have asked for his name then, could have asked if his eyes were really that beautiful of an emerald shade, and could have wondered if his laugh had the ability to send any listener — and, not just her — to an emotional, and poetic state.
A passing comment, This is such a cute picture. Wish I could have been here. (And, introduced myself to some people.) and Alya would have spilled secrets, beautiful names of introductions and stories of names that Marinette had ached to know, for the past couple of years.
(“That’s Felix! He’s the landlord and hey, we passed by him and thought why not invite him along?”
Mon Dieu. What if her partner was actually the landlord? Would that mean she would never be able to go over to Alya’s place again? Or, what if he was actually a very close friend named Mark Junior and, oh, what if Alya threw her a surprise birthday party and invited Chat Noir, and she’d have to ask him his name, whether he was enjoying the party, and shake his hand, the one she traced on, under leather. )
“Mari? Girl, are you still there?” Alya leaned forward and glanced at the phone, the screen still at home screen.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” Marinette coughed and clicked the off button. Chat Noir faded from view, yet lingered in her thoughts. “I’ve actually rethought my whole stand on this matter. Don’t want to go snooping through your contacts and find something.”
Alya’s hair shook with the force of her laugh. “I don’t send Nino any M rated stuff. You know neither of us are comfortable with that kind of stuff.”
“Yeah.” She attempted a smile. “Doesn’t mean I won’t find anything gross. And, besides. I’ve gotten a much better dare for you.“
“Yeah?”
“I want you to call up your boss and tell her that no, there are not, in fact, twenty vowels.”
The pillow that she faced the next second wasn’t surprising in the least. Neither, was the joint laughter that rang out, lost somewhere between Chinese food and keychains.
It was almost enough to distract her from Chat Noir, with his messy hair and adorable spotted sweater.
Almost.
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