#model adrien

[brubni]

marinette is too tired to be weird and adrien is too excited about his skirt to be humble ig

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Adrien appreciation post because he’s a prisoner now

[reallifevegetarian]

Marinette and Adrien for Vogue ✨✨✨

[I used artbreeder as a reference/basis for this; fyi. I’m sorry that I didn’t put that in the og post, I didn’t realize that that was something to credit. Thanks to those who pointed it out]

See the next in my series of magazine covers on my ml side blog @urmiraculous2me

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BlackBerries (Adrinette April) Day 4: Hand Touches

Or see it on AO3: Blackberries 

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Not long after they returned to class, Adrien got the text from his bodyguard that it was time for him to go to the photoshoot. He regretfully packed up his things and, when Madame Mendeliev came in to start science, slipped out before the lesson could start. Marinette and Nino waved as he left; Adrien waved back, wishing that he could stay. The weight of what was sure to be a boring afternoon settled heavily on his shoulders as he headed for the car waiting just outside the gates.

“Hello,” he greeted his boyguard as he opened the door.

The Gorilla merely grunted, as always. Adrien sighed and climbed inside, setting his bag down beside him. It was moments like this where the weight of Plagg’s absence was heaviest. He didn’t know what he would’ve done without Marinette’s presence in the back of his head. She was the only thing making this situation bearable: losing Plagg and not having Marinette would’ve driven Adrien crazy.

She registered those thoughts, of course: even without the miraculous, their bond was still deepening at an accelerated rate. Adrien grinned to himself as he felt her embarrassment, followed by a soft pulse of affection that warmed him from head to toe. That was, if he was being honest, his favorite part about having a soulmate. He loved that there were no shields between them, and so he could feel the full force of whatever Marinette felt.

‘So you don’t regret it, then?’ Marinette thought, and Adrien could tell that this was something that she’d been idly thinking about ever since they’d left Master Fu’s. He knew immediately what she meant.

Most soulmates put up their own rudimentary shields when they first met. Children like Rose and Juleka, or people who couldn’t create their own shields for whatever reason, usually had someone else create blocks for them. There were specialized services out there just for that. Neither Adrien nor Marinette knew how to construct shields, so what they technically should have done upon finding out that they were soulmates was told their parents and been instructed on how to do that. Then, if they still couldn’t, blocks would have been put up.

Of course, in Adrien’s case, Gabriel probably wouldn’t have trusted him to create adequete shields and so would have insisted on the use of blocks anyway. His father was controlling like that. But from what Adrien knew, most people used shields that they had built and thus could modify themselves if they chose to. It was pretty rare to find someone who had blocked or shielded a bond fully, but it did happen sometimes.

He supposed that’s what Master Fu would’ve wanted them to do. Had he and Marinette had shields in place, they could’ve hidden the information about their miraculouses behind those shields. It would’ve been difficult and probably pretty awkward at times, and might have even required a full shield eventually. The thought was enough to make him shudder, and Marinette reached out comfortingly.

She was so good. Too good. So soft and sweet and gentle that from the moment that they’d met Adrien had never had any hesitation about letting Marinette into his mind. He hadn’t wanted to hide anything from her. Maybe that made him weird - few people were comfortable with someone else having unfettered access to their minds, particularly when that someone else was still a stranger – but it was just how he felt.

‘That doesn’t make you weird, Adrien. I’m okay with not having any shields too,’ Marinette thought, ready to jump to his defence as always. Adrien smiled.

‘Or it makes us both weird,’ he thought.

Marinette paused, and then he felt her smile too before she thought, ‘Okay, I’ll give you that one. But either way, this works for us. It really sucks that we don’t get to be Ladybug and Chat Noir anymore because of it, but I wouldn’t change anything.’

‘I wouldn’t either. I don’t want any shields or blocks between us,’ Adrien thought back, staring out the window. Frankly, at this point, he wasn’t even sure if a shield or block could be created to block their bond. And if it could, within another year or two it probably wouldn’t be possible. He was looking forward to that day, because then he’d be able to tell his father and Gabriel wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

‘Me either,’ Marinette thought, pushing more affection and comfort his way until Adrien was drifting on it. Pushing his own feelings back towards Marinette created a feedback loop that both of them thoroughly enjoyed until the car got to its destination and Madame Mendeliev snapped at Marinette to pay attention.

“Ah, Adrien,” Nathalie said as Adrien opened the door. “You’ll be modeling with Jeanne today.”

“Okay,” Adrien said. He liked Jeanne. She didn’t try to cozy up to him the way some of the other models did. He got out of the car and followed Nathalie inside, where he was put through the full wardrobe and make-up regiment. Today was a formal shoot, which meant he was wearing a dark grey tuxedo with a black papel, white shirt, and blue tie.

Jeanne joined him on set wearing a blue gown that was so tight she was clearly having difficulty walking in it. She tottered awkwardly over to Adrien and he laughed as he stuck out an arm to help her balance. She gave him a mock glare, her lips twitching with humor, before taking his arm.

“I swear, this dress couldn’t get any tighter if it tried,” she said.

Adrien gave the gown a critical look, feeling Marinette peek through his eyes. The beautifully decorated gown was very form-fitting, with a small trail that would slide behind her as she walked. She had a pale blue shawl which had been carefully set over her elbows before falling almost to the ground. He wasn’t a designer, of course, but he knew enough about photography to know that his father was probably all about the contrast between the tight dress and the loose shawl.

‘That should really have a slit in it,’ Marinette thought.

“No slit?” Adrien said.

“There is one, but for the first part of the shoot they’ve sewn in shut,” Jeanne replied. “Sorry, Adrien. Most of this is going to be on you. At least until they cut the slit.”

“I’m fine with that. I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself,” Adrien said. At Marinette’s mental request, he glanced down at Jeanne’s shoes and was unsurprised to see that they were four-inch stiletto heels.

‘Your father creates amazing stuff, but it’s not very practical,’ Marinette thought.

‘Not even a little bit,’ Adrien thought back. He was suddenly very glad that he was a boy.

“Alright, you two, let’s make some magic!” Vincent shouted, walking towards them. “Let’s have you both in front of that wall over there, yes?”

“Ugh, moving,” Jeanne whispered, and Adrien couldn’t help a grin.

It took a bit of effort but finally they were both where Vincent wanted them to be. Per Vincent’s direction, Adrien stepped behind Jeanne and leaned over her, resting his chin on her shoulder and his hands atop of hers. They both cast coy looks at the camera. Vincent practically squealed in delight and started snapping photos, occasionally pausing to give them different directions.

‘School’s over,’ Marinette thought. ‘There goes Alya and Lila.’

Adrien had to remind himself not to frown on the outside. ‘Are you jealous, My Lady?’ he thought.

‘No. Yes? Maybe a little? Alya’s allowed to have other friends. I’m just not sure Lila is the right choice for a friend,’ Marinette thought back. ‘I’m really curious to see what this interview contains.’

‘You and me both,’ Adrien thought. Chat Noir was Ladybug’s best friend, thank you very much.

‘Yes, you are,’ Marinette thought with some amusement; she was smiling.

“Adrien!” Vincent exclaimed, and Adrien snapped to attention. “I need a serious look, not a smile!”

“Sorry,” Adrien said quickly, trying to school his expression.

‘Oops, sorry,’ Marinette thought.

‘It’s not your fault. That’s just the effect you have me,’ Adrien thought, stepping away from Jeanne. He dutifully took her hand and tried to pretend like they were dancing and he had just spun her out. Though how Jeanne would dance in her dress, he had no clue.

‘Flatterer,’ Marinette though, sighing. ‘I guess I’ll go help in the bakery.’

‘Cheer up, Mari. Things will be better tomorrow. It’s only Monday; I bet it’s going to be a great week,’ Adrien thought. He had no idea how wrong he was.

[mari-buginette]

-Cat burglar.

[alinette-coccinelle]

Made With Love

@fuckingchatnoir Concept: Fashion disaster Adrien Agreste is gonna start dressing much nicer when he starts dating Mari. And people are gunna ask if he’s wearing new designs by his dad and he’s gonna say no and proudly show everyone a pic of his gf with the fondest look on his face when he tells them who the real designer is. “

I did a tiny drabble, i shouldn’t have and i haven’t written in like 10 years (you’ve now officially been warned) but this wouldn’t leave me alone and its 2am and i have zero chill or self control. Spelling probably terrible and i’m likely to delete this in the morning, i did mention it was 2am right? _______________________________________________________

Made with Love

Model Adrien X Designer Mari AU, No Powers, Plagg is their cat.

It started with a scarf, back when Marinette was just a school appointed apprentice and he was still his father’s home-schooled campaign model. They’d only just become new and tentative friends when she presented him with a handmade soft blue slice of heaven for his birthday. He’d been so in love with it that Adrien had worn it well into summer despite the heat and the fact it was a fashion faux pas his father loathed.

The following years gained him many more Marinette originals; a hat, a shirt, a bracelet, and even once a pair of woolly winter socks. She presented every gift with a bright blush and an ascertain that he didn’t have to wear it, she just wanted to make him something because she could. That didn’t stop him though and Adrien took every chance he could to wear the items; even when Natalie would groan and grumble about hiring a dresser to explain proper colour matching.

By the time Marinette had finished her college studies his entire wardrobe was pretty much the Dupain-Cheng exclusion collection. Somehow all of her coursework pieces ended up fitting him perfectly; a leather jacket here and a stunningly tailored pair of suit pants there. Adrien had been modelling his way through college and even though he got to wear some of the most high name clothing in the world, none of it held a candle to the pure sunshine that was her work. Luckily for him during his college years Marinette became more than just his supremely talented friend. She became his supremely talented, gorgeously stunning, girlfriend. One who was bravely carving her place in the fashion world post graduate style, one who still couldn’t be on time to save her life…

Adrien milled near the entrance of his father’s latest party awaiting the arrival of his fashionably late girlfriend, when yet another complimentary gushing voice cut into his thoughts.

“Oh Adrien darling, that suit is just divine! Is that another Agreste exclusive? You must be having so much fun raiding the Agreste vaults recently, so much more fashion forward now you’re all grown up! Gabriel must be proud!”

Adrien’s face split in to the brightest of smiles at the words as he made an extra effort to show off the detailed looping stitching around the edge of his cuff, proudly displaying it’s makers name in muted metallic black-green thread.

“Actually no Madame, this is a Dupain-Cheng creation. In fact The Agreste name can’t take whisker of credit for it.“ A proud expression bloomed across Adrien’s face as his mind slid to Marinette again. His hand automatically digging into his inner breast pocket and pulling out a well loved photo of Marinette and himself, stood hand in hand and showing it eagerly to Mrs Thomas. “This is my Princess; she even made our suit and dress here too! “

Before he could find a second or third picture to show his captive audience, Marinette’s small delicate hand slipped into his and a kiss graced his now warming cheeks. “Oh Adrien, you’ll always be my proud knight…but you really didn’t have to wear the Plagg suit.” She winked as her hand stroked across the tiny black embroidery hidden around the pockets of his jacket, it's motif revealing a series of cat paws. ”  

[brubni]

this is what i do instead of working on my thesis

[brubni]

rewatching s4 and i just want them to be happy:(

(grownup au! where adrien breaks free from his father's shackles and swears to never model again, until his favourite designer/crush has an upcoming show and needs male models...)