#adrienette fluff

[pattiemayigen]

"Embrace"

It's been a while since I drew Miraculous related stuff, kinda missed them so I tried going to my roots.

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Daisy: A Stammering Adrien AU Moment

Based on this AU

It’s a beautiful summer day, and Adrien has a little surprise planned for Marinette as they make their way to the park for a picnic.

Marinette: *holding a picnic basket* Okay, I have everything ready. So, what’s the big surprise?

Adrien: First, I have a q-q-q-question for you, princess.

Marinette: Oh? What would that be?

Adrien: Could I, at least for today, call you my “Daisy Bell?”

Marinette: Ooh, that sounds cute. Sure. But what does that have to do with today?

Adrien: *leads the way outside* *singing* Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do…

Marinette: Wait a minute…

Adrien: *singing* I’m half crazy, all for the love of you…

Marinette: Adrien, you didn’t…

Adrien: *singing* It won’t be a stylish marriage. I can’t afford a carriage. But you’ll look sweet upon the seat of… *opens the door to reveal the bike*

Marinette: A bicycle built for two?! Oh, Adrien! *hugs and kisses him* How did you know?!

Adrien: B-B-By now, I ought to know the way to my princess’s heart. *spin-hugs her* Shall we make our way to the park, my Daisy Bell?

Marinette: *longing sigh* Oh, Adrien.

*Adrienette kiss*

[fandomofone]

Sometimes, you're just in a mood to read your own fic. I'm feeling fluffy, mushy, awkward Adrienette feels today, so Best Worst Day Ever ought to do the trick!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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merry christmas!!!! 🎄

here's some adrienette fluff after that sad comic 🥰🥰

[ladyfeb]

Adrienette × domestic fluff

Game: PocketLove

[lovelylapins]

making sense

or: “when adrien couldn’t make sense of what marinette was saying, and the one time he could”

It didn’t make sense for Adrien to become so curious and intent on figuring out what exactly caused Marinette to trip over her own words, but then again Marinette didn’t make much sense most of the time.

In his defense, he could partially excuse some of the trouble due to his harsh schedule; the long hours and small breaks in between causing him to remain out of the loop for a large majority of things that occurred within their friend group - and for that matter, kept him away from deciphering out most of what Marinette was scrambling to say. He could also justify some of it to the fact of the rough start to their friendship, which he could without a doubt say left for some awkward tension afterwards. But then they had moved past that, and as time passed and he got more opportunities to be around her, Adrien still found himself grasping at straws and wondering what on earth she couldn’t quite get out sometimes.

He chalked his curiosity up to just friendly antics. Yes, as her friend, he was naturally inclined to learn more about her, from her interests to her dislikes to finally understanding what caused her to react the way she did.

It was normal. Or at least, as normal as he had convinced himself while also ignoring every single one of Plagg’s ‘helpful’ critiques on the subject matter.

He had even brought it up to Nino on one occasion, wondering if he had anything that might help unlock the mystery of it all and give him a much needed new look onto the matter.

“Trust me, Marinette’s just a fast thinker. Her mouth has trouble catching up is all,” Nino had reassured him, slapping an arm around his shoulders as they walked up the steps to their school. “Don’t worry too hard on trying to figure out what she’s trying to say.”

Adrien frowned. “Easy for you to say. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her get that type of way around you.”

“She has.” Shaking his head, Nino laughed. “Trust me, she definitely has.”

“About what?”

“Most recently? I almost opened her locker door by mistake last week, and she started rambling on for a minute about nothing.”

“And did Marinette end up telling you why?” Adrien prompted, preparing himself for any notes he’d get to mentally jot down.

“Apparently, she had a moldy sandwich at the bottom of her locker that she hadn’t taken out yet and didn’t want me to catch a whiff of it. To be honest though, I’ve smelled worse smells whenever you take off your shoes.” Crinkling his nose, Nino cast a quick look down at Adrien’s feet. “I’m about ninety percent sure there was nothing nowhere near moldy in her locker. But hey, I’m not going to question it. Girls always have weird stuff going on, you know?”

Adrien nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

(He did not know.)

Later that day, when Adrien found himself taking refuge in Marinette’s locker during an akuma attack, he made sure not to open his eyes out of respect for anything she might have in there. He did though, out of pure morbid curiosity, take a big sniff of the air surrounding him before he called for his transformation.

He found himself musing over his findings a half hour later, in intense thought even while he dodged a punch from the akuma and called for his cataclysm.

Cookies. It just smells like cookies in there.

--

It made no sense for her to get so flustered over nothing. But Adrien had come to realize that nothing making sense was nothing new when it came to this.

Over time, he was proud to say he got the gist out of the majority of Marinette’s feelings and reactions towards an abundance of things.

When Chloé said something particularly harsh to someone in the class, or Lila let loose another lie that would ultimately lead to another issue later in the day, she would usually get agitated and annoyed. When the class managed to execute a plan perfectly, or she slid into her seat just before the bell rung and avoided being reprimanded, she would perk up and be all smiles throughout the day. He caught the general idea for her pet peeves and more noticeable likes, along with the small jumps and tendency to

But with him? He, sadly, still hadn’t figured it out.

And when it finally made sense to him, for why she never made any sense at all, he had only one crushing thought.

Oh.

Embarrassingly, he hadn’t come to the realization after formalizing final thoughts and testing out a hypothesis, achieving his final conclusion and obtaining his answer. He so dearly wished it had been that case though, not only to save his ego but to satisfy the overwhelming urge to figure it out. Adrien didn’t usually take so long to find out something, save for his Lady’s identity, but that in itself was an excused and special case. This though, the reason behind one of his closest friend’s odd behavior, was even more extraordinary.

And it had been uncovered before he could even try to pretend not to find it out.

Headed to fencing practice, albeit late, Adrien was taking a shortcut through the school in order to save time and get out of a scolding from the fencing teacher. It wasn’t like him to be behind on his schedule, but he had been caught up helping Ivan write out a new poem for Mylène after class ended. As a result, he was forced to shove on the rest of his fencing gear on his way there, adjusting his gloves and already wearing his mask instead of putting it on last before he stepped into the ring.

Adrien could hear Marinette and Alya before he saw them, voices loud enough they echoed through the hallway. At first he tried not to eavesdrop in their conversation, but it was easier said than done when he was naturally inclined to listen and listen to whatever his friends had to say, even more so when they weren’t attempting to hush their voices in any way.

Still, he managed as best as he could. Hurrying his pace, he had hoped to walk by and out of earshot quickly, only picking up a few keywords from their conversation.

Then his name had been spoken, right as Adrien passed them. And then again, but this time when he was intently hearing.

“I’m just saying, it can’t be that hard to talk to Adrien. You’ve had, what, like almost a year to get over your crush?”

“You make it sound so simple! If you were in my shoes - wait. Shh, that could be one of his fencing mates.”

“Don’t worry, Mari. It’s not like he wouldn’t already know. At this point, pretty much everyone in class knows how you feel about Adrien.”

“Yeah, everyone but him.”

Their voices had began to fade, Alya and Marinette turning the corner while Adrien continued on his way to fencing practice. If it wasn’t for the fact his mind already knew the route, and that walking was second nature to him, he was sure he would’ve given out a long time ago. At practice too, while he’s in the midst of running through his warm-ups, it seems strange that he’s managed this far, that he hasn’t completely lost all ability to function or ran off to ponder for a bit as Chat Noir on some high building, away from the rest of the world.

Instead, only one thought runs through his head.

Oh.

[erikavixin2006]

Fluff! Adrienette!

( some serotonin boosts for yall )

Marinette dropped her book as she felt movement from something, or someone, inside her. A certain kick, and her heart swelled up with various kinds of emotions.

With tears welled in her eyes, she called out to a certain kitty, 'Adrien! Come quick!' Marinette choked out, her hands flew to her bulging belly of 7 months.

Adrien's mop of blond hair popped out from the kitchen, 'What is it milady? Is it the baby? Are you in pain anywhere? ' worry laced with concern for his wife.

'She! She's kicking! Come quick!' Marinette's tears were already streaming down her face, her hormones getting the best of her. She heard a crash and Adrien was already kneeling in front of her, a hand outstretched, but hesitant to touch her swelling abdomen.

Marinette smiled lovingly at him, taking his hand, she placed it on her flesh, assuring him everything was going to be alright. Adrien felt the warm flesh, and a movement under the skin, like a kick. Tears escaped his eyes, he pressed on his lady's skin gently, as he felt a second kick, and a third. The hero felt so many emotions about to burst out, crying into his lady's arms.

The heroine cupped his face with her hands, lifting his eyes to look at hers, 'Talk to her Adrien, it's okay,' she smiled. Adrien stared down, caressing the skin separating him from their unborn child lovingly.

'Hello Emma, it's me, your father. I can't wait for you to come out. You're going to be so beautiful, just like your mother,' he heard Marinette giggled, and Adrien vowed to love her always, 'I promise to be the best father to you Emma, ' the blond spoke, his voice hinting to Marinette that her husband was hesitant, in fear of becoming someone like his father.

'You will Adrien, You'll be the best father towards Emma, you're already the best husband, you'll be such a sweet and caring father, I just know it.' she assured, wiping off his tears with her thumbs.

Adrien nuzzled against her hand, before kissing his bugaboo's temple in adoration and love, 'Thank you, for everything. I love you so much princess,' he mumbled against her hair.

Marinette was so wrong if she thought she grew out of her teenage years, the man beside her had made her swooned time and time again, and she love him so much for it. Sighing in content, she felt no more movement inside her. It seems their little Emma had grew tired and stopped kicking.

Their Little Emma

Their.

It was their child, and in short time she'll be brought into this world, she can't wait.

Emma Agreste.

She felt bubbly all over, but was snapped out of her thoughts as she remembered she heard a crash just before Adrien flew over to her. Her bluebell eyes flickered over to the kitchen, and she wasn't surprised to find a shattered plate on the ground.

'Chaton! The plate!' she alerted the man who is now nuzzling the side of her head. Adrien just responded with a low purr, nuzzling further into her hair.

'Alright kitty! No cuddles before you clean that up,' Marinette huffed, pushing him away. The man chuckled, flashing her a chat-like grin that always melted the woman's insides.

She watched as her proceeded to clean up the mess quickly so that he could come back to his lady's arms.

Silly kitty.

[apopcornkernel]

of bookstores and cute cashiers

this one's for @milkisande and @nerdypanda3126 !! they both requested adrienette + bookstore. thank you and i hope you guys enjoy this <3

@auyeahaugust day 18: bookstore

It was a bright, sunny day, and Adrien Agreste was out on an errand.

He smiled as he walked leisurely to the corner book shop, enjoying the coolness of spring. He was off to buy a book his father had been wanting to read, and he planned to buy a few books of his own, too.

If it had been another Gabriel employee who'd been tasked to do such a trivial thing, they certainly would've been quite resentful of stooping so low. At least, that was how other people would have probably viewed it.

But Adrien felt the exact opposite. Instead, he relished this brief, much welcomed respite from work and his father's steely-eyed stares.

Sometimes, he thought, being an errand boy felt better than being an Agreste.

Adrien shook those thoughts away as he neared the book store. Now was not the time.

He heard a little bell ring as he pushed the quaint little door open, and then the smell of ink, paper, and—was that coffee?—assaulted his senses. Adrien inhaled again, breathing in the scent of the book shop.

And then he looked upon the rows and rows of bookshelves, stuffed with a dizzying amount of books. Eyes wide, his starstruck gaze flitted from shelf to shelf, gleefully taking note of the sheer volume of literature. Fantasy! Physics! Mysteries! Astronomy!

The list of topics grew ever longer as he took in the entirety of the shop. Surely there were at least a hundred—no, a thousand!—books in this store!

Are we in heaven? his dazed, book-loving mind asked him.

"Hello, and welcome to the Book Nook!"

Adrien's head whipped to his right, and for a moment it seemed like the world had stopped turning. Because there, behind the counter, was the smiling, cheerful, beautiful Marinette.

"I don't believe it," he breathed.

Marinette's eyes widened—sparkling, surprised sapphires.

"Adrien?"

With what was left of his garbled senses, Adrien marveled at the sight before him. He'd been right earlier. He really was in heaven.

"Hey!" he said. Immediately he felt like slapping himself. That was so lame!

"Hey!" Marinette laughed, and Adrien thought that this must be what angels sounded like. "It's been so long since I last saw you. How've you been?"

Better now that I've seen you was what he wanted to say. He blushed. Instead, he settled for a simple "good," grinning like a maniac.

"That's great!" Marinette cheerily replied, her blue eyes sparkling so prettily as she spoke. "Moving on—how may I help you, Mr. Agreste?"

Adrien stifled a giggle. "Well, Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I need…"

He leaned forward, feeling giddily adventurous all of a sudden. Marinette's cheeks turned just a shade pinker.

You. I need you.

Adrien instantly straightened as he felt the tips of his ears turn red. Where did that come from?

"Sorry, I meant—" He coughed, hoping Marinette hadn't noticed the abrupt pause. In a more controlled voice, he said, "My father sent me to find a certain book. All the other bookstores don't have it in stock, but he sent me here saying that he was certain you would."

Marinette blinked, her cheeks still a delectable shade of pink. "Wh— what book is your father looking for?"

Adrien quickly rattled off the title and author.

Marinette started nodding even before he was halfway through. "Oh, yes. Follow me, I'll show you where it is."

She slipped around the counter, and for the first time since he set foot into the shop, Adrien noticed her uniform.

"Did you make that yourself?"

"Yep!" Marinette gave a little twirl. "You like it?"

"Of course," Adrien said, a smile on his lips. She blushed.

Her blouse was a riot of red and black, with swaths of cloth artfully arranged to give it a fashionable look. A black pair of pants paired the blouse, the look as a whole so chic and cute and so Marinette.

It seemed the bookstore owner was more liberal with their employees' choice of dress—because if that was what Marinette wore to work on the daily, his father would have fired her on the spot.

(Father would probably just rehire her as one of his designers, though. So in the end it probably didn't matter.)

As she strolled past him towards the endless rows of bookshelves, he found he couldn't look away from her. The way she moved, the way her short hair swished around her face—it mesmerized him. Time passed quickly, with Adrien lost in the moment, and all too soon Marinette stopped and turned to face him.

"Um. We're here. The thing is..." She bit her lip and flushed. "I can't exactly reach the shelf it's on."

Adrien couldn't help the small snort that escaped him. But when Marinette gave him a look, he quickly backtracked. "Sorry! Sorry, I just—"

A giggle cut his apology short. "No, no, it's okay, Adrien," Marinette said, another giggle punctuating her words. "You're too sweet, really."

Adrien went red.

"Th— thank you?" he said faintly.

Marinette's giggles increased in volume. "You're welcome. Now can you give me a lift? I don't think even you could reach the top of the shelf alone."

A… a lift?

Adrien swallowed. No. No, no, no. He was in trouble now. How was he supposed to be in such close proximity with her without melting?

And yet he found himself agreeing, just to please her. "Sure."

He suspected it was his being a hopeless romantic that had done that—and it didn't help that the sight of his old classmate had stirred up long-forgotten memories of teenage love and longing looks.

At least, if this giddy, fluttery feeling could be called love.

He crouched a little and interlaced his hands to form a foothold, all the while trying not to freak out. He watched as Marinette daintily slipped her stocking covered feet out of her shoes, and stepped over to him.

She laid a hand on his shoulder. "Ready?"

No.

"Yes," he said instead, biting his lip in an effort to keep calm.

She braced herself with the help of his shoulder and put a foot in his hands, the feel of the smooth cloth of her stockings against his skin sending a thrill through his veins. She wasn't even that heavy, Adrien thought.

Once Marinette had stabilized herself, Adrien gave her a boost, pushing her higher until she could finally reach the book that rested on the uppermost shelf.

"Got it!" she called out, waving the book in the air.

"Okay, ready?"

"Ye—" Marinette's head bumped into the overhead lamp, and she immediately recoiled. "Ow…"

Adrien's eyes widened as her body started teetering dangerously, unbalanced by her sudden movement.

"Marinette!"

When she noticed her precarious position, Marinette shrieked. "Ahh!"

Her arms flailed panickedly, and the book slipped from her fingers with a loud thud as she desperately tried to right herself.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" she cried, instinctively turning around to face Adrien. "I—"

That… was a mistake.

Time seemed to slow and Adrien watched in horror as Marinette fell. He instinctively abandoned his pose and tried to position himself underneath her, hoping to at least cushion her fall if he couldn't catch her.

Marinette crashed into his unsteady arms with a scream, almost causing him to drop her.

"I'm… I'm alive…" Marinette said faintly, dazed. She looked up at him, fear turning into gratitude. "Thanks, Adrien."

"Normally I'd say along the lines of 'you've fallen for me.'" There was a relieved smile on Adrien's lips as he set her down on her feet. "But I thought you probably wouldn't appreciate it after that nasty fall."

Marinette laughed, still breathless. "Are you sure?"

Adrien picked up her shoes and handed them to her, trying to ignore the blush blooming in his cheeks. "How about we get dinner together and find out?" he ventured.

She took the shoes and looked him in the eye, a grin breaking out on her face. "It's a date."

———

Adrien had come to the bookstore with money in his pocket and a book to buy. He left with a slightly damaged purchase and the promise of a date.