#prince!adrien

[thelastpilot]

I'm writing Chapter 10 of my DjWifi royalty fic and I cracked myself up so bad with a scene I'm working on I couldn't help but make a comic about it

That feel when your prince friend absolutely sees some shit you didn't want him to see

[bocadelicate]

princess of his heart 

When Marinette first got involved with Prince Adrien, she wasn’t expecting, well, much. She was only a maid after all, and didn’t think anything of it. She was just a commoner of the kingdom of Altria, and he was the crown prince! There was no way he would be interested in her.

adrinette, 1.2k words, part of the build a blurb challenge, also on AO3.

When Marinette first got involved with Prince Adrien, she wasn’t expecting, well, much. She was only a maid after all, and didn’t think anything of it. She was just a commoner of the kingdom of Altria, and he was the crown prince! There was no way he would be interested in her.

Well, to say she was wrong was an understatement.

Adrien had become one of her closest companions over the past year. They told each other everything — complaints, squeals, tears and all — and had become extremely close.

They had become close that, well…

Marinette sighed as she stared at her swelling abdomen in the mirror, sighing as she looked down at it and rubbed the material of the silk nightgown that covered the area. Adrien had funnily enough bought her that nightgown, just as easily as it had been for him to sneak into her heart.

They hadn’t planned to have a child — hell, he didn’t even know how she felt — but he had been hosting a ball to find his muse and she got jealous.

Truthfully, she thought her jealousy was valid. Who wanted the love of their life to be with someone else?

They had made out in a corridor — in her defense, he looked amazing in black silk — before Adrien led her to his bedroom. Things got a little heated, and now…

Now she really was expecting, wasn’t she?

She sighed before walking to her small desk in the tiny room she had under the castle. Marinette hadn’t talked to the Prince in months, but he had been sending her love letters every day, delivered right before supper. She loved reading them and enjoyed opening the scrolls from their seals and sighing when she read a particularly sweet line, but she wasn’t ready to tell him.

She hummed softly as she sat down, opening Adrien’s letter for the night. It had been around a few months since their baby was conceived — a girl, that too. The royal nurse had gotten her checked out in secret and had figured that she was around 14 weeks, meaning a little over three months.

It had been two months since she had seen the love of her life, the man she loved more than anything in the world, and it was ripping her apart.

Marinette sighed and unsealed the letter, a lovesick gasp immediately leaving her lips as she recognized the perfect cursive handwriting that decorated the parchment. It made her think that it was too pretty to read.

To My Lady,

It has been over a hundred days since I have seen you, and to say that I haven’t been the same is an understatement. I’m sure that you haven’t read my other letters because of the lack of response, but I’m determined to get to you somehow. Mylène, the nurse, said you came by earlier in the week. I hope you are okay. I miss and love you endlessly.

When I fell in love with you, it was like the world was blurry and you made it clear. You cleared the clouds fogging my view and made me appreciate the little quirks and specialties that make you, well, you. The way you stick out your tongue when you’re dusting a particularly difficult corner, or the way your lips part when we kiss.

Even if you’re a maid, a commoner by the words of my father, you’re the Princess of My Heart, My Lady. Always and Forever. I have hope that you will read this and get back to me soon.

With love, Your prince, Adrien.

Tears had subconsciously built up in her eyes and Marinette reached up to wipe them away, her heart burning with love and desire to reunite with the man she loved. The man she would do anything for.

Marinette exhaled and stood up, unlocking the door with her right hand.

She was going to tell him today. She was sure of it. She knew that she was only a commoner and that he was a royal, and she knew that she hadn’t confessed her feelings yet, but today was the day. Today would be the day she came clean.

Of course, that didn’t stop her from putting a ridiculously large robe on to hide her baby bump. Sue her, she wanted to have a cute reveal.

It also helped the never-ending anxiety that built up as she raised her hand to knock on the door, rocking on her heels. She paused once she heard footsteps and as the door unlocked, Marinette’s cheeks burned at the sight of the person in front of her.

“Hi,” she whispered, looking downwards to avoid eye contact. “I got your letters, well, all of them. I’m not sure if you still care, but I love you and-”

Adrien cut her off by cupping her face gently, rubbing his thumb against the side of her cheek. He lifted her chin delicately, as though she was a porcelain dish, to make her gaze direct into his eyes. His eyes were just as beautiful as they had been months ago, and a warm feeling built in her stomach as she stared into the soft forest of green.

“Marinette,” he whispered, his voice mesmerizing to her, “My Lady, I’ll never stop loving you, even if it’s the last thing I do. You mean more to me than any woman in my life ever has, and even if the world was ending, I’d save and cherish you for the rest of the time we had left together.”

Tears built up in her eyes before she caressed his face and brought his lips to hers, capturing them in a sweet kiss. Kissing him made her the happiest and she didn’t want to stop. Eventually, she lifted her head, taking in gulps of much-needed air, the dimming lights reflecting onto Adrien’s face, helping her see the lovesick expression painting it.

“I have something to tell you,” Marinette whispered as he began pressing kisses onto her neck, biting her lip as she held back a gasp. “My prince, please, we can do this after.”

Adrien pressed a quick kiss to her lips and nodded slowly, opening the door for her. “Come in, My Lady.”

She curtsied out of habit but Adrien just smiled, interlocking their hands as they walked in, leading her towards his bed. It felt just the same since she had last been here, if not even fluffier.

“You have to promise me you won’t leave me,” Marinette said seriously, staring him in the eyes. Her biggest fear was Adrien not accepting her pregnancy – the child created from their love – and her heart raced as she looked into his eyes.

“I won’t leave you, princess, I promise,” he said, lifting her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You can tell me anything, I promise.”

Marinette inhaled. “I’m pregnant.”

Adrien opened his mouth and then smiled. “Gala day?”

She nodded slowly, looking down and untying the robe. “You’re not mad?”

“Marinette, I could never be mad at you,” he said softly, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to her lips before kissing her stomach. “Hi baby, your Maman and I are going to make you the most loved and spoiled baby in Altria. Your Maman deserves it, and now that I know, I’m going to protect you and her forever.”

Marinette’s eyes welled with salty tears and before she knew it she locked him in an embrace, passionately capturing his lips in a loving kiss.

Everything would be alright. She was sure of it. Their baby, their relationship, and hopefully their family.

[ronnieiswriting]

expanding the cast of characters now!

First up we have Jukka Greyjoy (Luka Couffaine) next to our bb Prince Adri for height comparison. He’s still most likely going to go through a few more stages for design but main things that are going to keep is his hair (probably) and that big, lovely greyjoy coat!

Then there’s a new face, Priestess Lilian, an obvious variant of The Red Woman Melisandre. Whether Lilian is an acolyte for R'hllor or a victim of unrequited love who chases vengeful ambitions under religious giuses is tbd...

more in the up and comings!! 

[musiciansmaid]

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New Chapter!

When Princess Marinette gets kidnapped by the dread pirate Viperion, will her betrothed, Prince Adrien, come to her rescue? Or will she end up walking the plank?

[thepickpocketofdreams]

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In a shameless Cinderella AU, Prince Adrien goes incognito as Chat Noir to find himself a spouse at the most elaborate masquerade the kingdom has ever seen.   

Chapter One: In Which Our Protagonists Are Introduced

“You need to relax.”

“You’re not the one who has to find themselves a spouse at a masquerade ball.” It was precisely six-fifteen in the evening, and Prince Adrien was already looking forward to seeing the guests leave. Under normal circumstances, he would have been in his element modelling for his father – King Gabriel’s elaborate balls, though the guests politely pretended otherwise, were usually an excuse to show off his latest designs. Besides, seeing the ballroom full of people made a pleasant change from the echoing loneliness of the castle in his day-to-day life.

Today’s ball, however, was not “normal circumstances”.

“I thought you were ready to start searching?” Nino, his valet, asked as he unfolded a pair of trousers for later and laid them on the bed.

“I am! I just,” Adrien groaned and dropped down next to the trousers, “I’d just rather do it in my own time. This masquerade feels so…unnecessary.”

Nino hummed a sound that was somewhere between you-have-a-point and masquerade-balls-are-fun-so-quit-complaining, as he pulled a shirt from the wardrobe and squinted at it. “It’s not your style, huh?”

“I’m a model, Nino. Everything’s my style.”

His valet heaved a sigh reserved specifically for the terrible puns that, unfortunately, were not uncommon.

Adrien pouted. “Will you ever appreciate my comedic genius?”

“I will, when your jokes are worth laughing at.”

“Ouch.” The Prince feigned hurt, and Nino chuckled.

“Save the wit for your future spouse.”

“Well that’s an inappropriate thing to say about my-”

They were saved from another terrible, tenuously-linked pun, by a knock at the door. It swung open to admit Kagami, head of the Prince’s security force.

“Good evening, your highness.”

“Kagami! Is everything okay?” Despite her brusque nature, Adrien held a soft spot for his bodyguard. Over the years, she’d proven to be a good friend – willing to listen and sympathise, but more than capable of telling him when to pull himself together in a castle of people intimidated by his title.

“All guards are in place for tonight, but it would help if we knew what you’ll be wearing.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I assume you will be changing into something a little more formal?”

“You would be correct.” Nino picked up Adrien’s mask from where it lay on the windowsill and showed it to her. “Though considering the rate at which he’s been procrastinating, I’ll be surprised if he actually makes it to the ball.”

“Okay fine! I’m changing, I’m changing.” Adrien ducked behind a screen to pull on his formal attire, ignoring the amused look exchanged between the others. “By the way, Kagami, Felix agreed to pose as me so that I can talk to people without panicking them – he’ll be the one in the white swan costume.”

“Thank you for the heads up, I’ll make the guards aware.” Kagami glanced up at the clock. “You have forty minutes. I’ll be at the end of the corridor if you need help wrangling his highness into something resembling a prince, Nino.”

“Thanks, Kagami.”

“I heard that.” Adrien’s hand appeared round the side of the screen to gesture vaguely at her. “I’ll be punctual, I promise.”

“You always are.” With a final nod at Nino, Kagami left the room. Behind the screen, Adrien mumbled as he fiddled with the buttons on his sleeves.

“Need a hand?”

“Please.” Adrien emerged from the screen to hold out his wrists. “I just can’t believe that tonight I’m supposed to meet the person I’ll spend the rest of my life with.”

“And if you don’t?”

“Father says that Princess Lila has…expressed her interest.”

“I see.” Nino pulled a face as he finished buttoning the cuffs. “Well, I’ll be around to point you in the direction of suitable looking guests. And if you’re desperate for a friendly face.”

“Last time you said that, I seem to recall that you vanished off with a certain Lady Alya all night.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

-x-

“You need to relax.”

“But tonight’s the night I might meet Prince Adrien.” Sighing happily, Marinette Dupain-Cheng twirled in front of a mirror, admiring her reflection. On the nearby chaise lounge sat her best friend, Lady Alya Cesaire, who just shook her head.

“Girl, he’s only human.”

“A human who happens to be a Prince!” Marinette clasped her hands. “Not to mention that his father is the best designer of all time, and that Adrien happens to be the most handsome model in the whole kingdom.”

“Well I think his valet gives him a run for his money, but that’s just a matter of opinion.” Alya smoothed down the skirt of her own russet dress. “Just try to keep your cool if you do get the chance to dance with him, yeah?”

“Of course I will!”

“And remember that every eligible person in the Kingdom is attending. So even if you don’t get to dance with the Prince himself, you might still snag yourself a cute lady or lord.”

“I’ll remember.” Marinette touched her hair to check it was still in the two buns that she’d wrestled with earlier. Silver ribbons were twined round each of them to keep them in place, but she wasn’t taking any chances. Not tonight.

Her dress was composed of panels of grey and silver – inspired by the mice that helped with her chores around the bakery each morning. Not the fanciest animal, sure, but Alya had assured her that the Prince prized sweet personalities over preening peacocks.

"Thank you for letting me get ready here, by the way." said Marinette, smoothing out her gloves. "My parents are really busy with the orders for tonight."

"No worries girl. My place is your place, you know that."

They smiled at one another, before Marinette turned back to the mirror and worried at her lip. Alya put a hand on her shoulder. “You’re fine, Mari. You look beautiful.”

“So do you.” she replied. And it was true. Alya’s fox outfit became her, sleek and ruthless and, well…stunning. No wonder the Prince’s valet was head-over-heels for her. “Will Nino be around?”

Alya’s face lit up at the name of her lover. “He said he’ll be there. Though, he might end up having to keep an eye on the Prince, to make sure he doesn’t scare people away with his puns.”

Marinette giggled. Alya (and by extension, Nino) had told her enough stories of the Prince that he felt like a friend. A friend that she hadn’t met yet, but maybe, just maybe, that would change tonight. She’d meet him and he’d flash her that irresistible smile and oh, dancing with him would be wonderful. He’d twirl her under his arm, they’d waltz like they were on clouds and his eyes would just bore into hers and he’d pull her close and –

“Hey Mari, are you even listening?”

“I – ah – of course I’m listening, what do you mean am I listening? I was totally paying attention!”

Alya rolled her eyes affectionately. “I was asking if you were ready to see the masks? Masker Fu dropped them off this morning.”

“Our masks are from Fu?!” This was news. Only the Royal family and nobility could afford masks designed by Fu. His work was the stuff of legends – they said he used magic to get the colours exactly the same shade as the animal they were based on.

“Of course they are. You didn’t think we’d be going in masks from the High Street now, did you?” Alya smirked, holding out an intricately carved box. “Go on.”

Hands trembling, Marinette unclasped the box and lifted the lid, only to gasp and nearly let it fall.

Inside, nestled amongst crimson tissue paper, was the mask. It glimmered faintly under the lamps, silver mixed in with the grey fur. Whiskers protruded from it, softer than they should have been when Marinette stroked a finger along them, tapping the tiny black nose as she picked it up.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Try it on.” Alya urged, placing the box on the windowsill. “I’ll tie it.”

Holding the mask to her face, Marinette felt it mould to her features. It fit like a glove. Deft hands tied the ribbon to secure it, then Alya was tugging her back towards the mirror.

“Take a look.”

Marinette looked.

“Whoa.”

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[cheryllcher]

III: The Cat's Out of the Mask

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welp look who's back again :) this is the third chapter of my take on @mikoriin 's seamstress au. a little flashback here, a dash of sacarsm there, and a pinch of adrienette (a really tiny pinch) i hope u enjoy it :>>

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Smile. Look charming. Bear with her. Those were the thoughts going through Adrien's mind on a loop since he left the castle. With that broken recorder playing in his brain, he strode into the Bourgeois mansion. He hoped to spend just a couple of hours here, preferably in the gardens, although considering how... generous it's heiress is, he figured he'd have to stay for dinner.

Since Adrien couldn't give a name when asked who was to be his bride, a beyond ticked off King Gabriel decided to take matters into his own hands. Chloe was picked, naturally, for she was the daughter of the Royal Court's chief. Of course it was the obvious choice, Adrien had thought with sacarsm. Yes, my future is shining so brightly with her. Yay.

Many emotions were present that day. There was happiness, from the Bourgeois family, it was practically radiating from Chloe in particular. Next was sadness and disappointment, like Adrien. Oh, and don't forget Lila's "Oh, how could you not pick me, Prince Adrien!" with bonus crocodile tears! (The most important detail. Really.) And of course everyone else's "I'm just here for the cool party and food so I'll just politely clap and be happy for the newly engaged prince and whoever that is i guess."

So this is how the story goes, and Adrien hated it.

Once discovering Chloe won't be gracing him with her presence since she was having one of her bubble baths, Adrien excused himself and tried not to run to the gardens with joy. A welcome change of events, and definitely a small victory in his dull day.

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The garden was mesmerising, Marinette had to admit. This was the place where most of her inspiration came from ever since she had to move into the mansion. The rose bushes, of different colours of the rainbow. Lotus flowers floating delicately on the little pond by the old willow tree. Tiny dandelions as fuzzy as a bunny's tail, birds and insects creating melodious harmonies. There's so much nature with so many colours, with all the relaxing fresh air.

Marinette settled down on a stone bench, having drawn inspiration from some marigolds that she chanced by. She was accompanied by a little red bird perched on her shoulder, who she decided to name Tikki, so that she could have a conversation with it (More like thinking aloud to it).

Grey lines followed the pencil with each precise stroke. Ideas swirled around Marinette's head, each one fighting to be chosen. "Oh Tikki, I hope Alya will love the dress I'm going to make! I saw a shade of orange at the ball that I know will go with her complexion." A chirp in reply. Marinette took it as an agreement and started humming cheerfully, adding the finishing touches to her sketch.

A flicker of black was seen in the corner of her eye, forcing Marinette to turn her attention towards the man who she failed to notice approach. His eyes were widened to the size of saucers. Is there something in my hair? She opened her mouth to ask, but he beat her to it, words escaping his lips like a breath.

"My lady?"

[cheryllcher]

V: Trying to Keep Out of the Cat's Fur

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because i have no self control and ideas are just popping into my head at random times, imma just continue on with the seamstress au!! idk where im going with this since ideas are just coming whenever :) be sure to read @mikoriin 's story, she's the one who originally came up with this au ;)

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2 weeks to the wedding. As much as it pains Marinette, she's gotta work if she wants to keep her job. She's currently taking measurements for her employer, wedding dress designs flowing through her head. Maybe some tulle that will trail behind her, or some intricate beading for the back? Not sure if gloves would look good, she would have to trial and error with different details.

The palace had their own seamstresses who could surely make a stunning dress with their extensive supply of fabrics and bits and bobs. And finish much faster too. But Chloe probably made her do it so that she would constantly be reminded that Adrien could never be with someone like her. Oh what Marinette would give to take a peek into their collection, all the outfits she would make... Okay okay, Marinette you have to focus. You already have a bunch of materials at your fingertips.

Just then, a bell rang. "Ah, that must be Adrien. Send him in Sabrina!" Chloe all but barked. Marinette panicked, wanting to avoid the prince at all costs. She sped up her work, hoping to finish before he comes in. Of course, just as she was done with the final measurement, he came in with all the glory of a prince. He saw her, eyes blowing wide and cheeks tinted pink, matching her, and she quickly packed up or else her flustered state would get worse.

"I'll sketch up some drafts and show them to you by tomorrow, Lady Chloe. Once you pick out something you like I can start making the dress immediately." Marinette reluctantly got out, before excusing herself after Chloe waved her off. She went up to her room to grab her sketch book and headed for the garden, hoping to sketch out ideas before she forgot and to find more inspiration.

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Adrien sadly watched as his Ladybug exited the room. He had been ecstatic to see her after a week, hoping upon hope that he would be able to talk with her again. She however, was avoiding him like the plague.

"Oh Adrikins, I'm not dressed! You naughty boy!" Chloe giggled. Adrien was brought out of his thoughts, turning immediately to give her some privacy. He most certainly did not want to see Chloe without proper clothing on. He saw his bag and remembered something.

"I'm sorry, but may I know if that was your seamstress?" Adrien inquired, fully expecting his betrothed to reply sourly. "Why yes. Yes, she was. Why did you ask?" Ah, there it is. With narrowed eyes and a huff too.

"I just need to pass her some things."

"You can simply hand it over to Sabrina. She'll bring it up to her room."

"Although I appreciate the offer, these items come with specific instructions that she must be informed of. By order of the King." Adrien gave his best smile.

"Ugh, very well. Just take the stairs by the door up to the attic. I'll be waiting by the tea room where we'll discuss about the wedding. Come, Sabrina!" And then she was gone.

The prince heaved a sigh of relief and headed up to the attic room as per Lady Chloe's instructions. He came face to face with a dark oak wood door, not as exquisite as the one in the castle, but fancy enough for her family's status.

He knocked once. No answer. He knocked a second time. "Marinette?" Again, there wasn't any sound nor movement in the room. He turned the knob and entered the room, with the intent of apologising for entering uninvited, to find the room devoid of any human life.

Adrien was disappointed. No, there weren't any specific instructions to give, just that she was free to use the materials within the bag as she wished, and she could keep them. Only the most expensive fabrics and threads for the prince's bride, courtesy of the royal family. Instructions were an excuse to speak with her once more.

He looked around the room, filled with fabrics, scattered papers, a sewing machine. There were also pictures, filled with many different people, but he only ever noticed one person with the brightest smile he's ever seen. A design caught his eye, a simple dress that he knows she'll look stunning it. Heh, as if she'll ever look bad. She'll make rags look fashinable.

And when he looked out of the window, he felt a pang in his chest, a green-eyed monster forming in his chest.

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cliffhangerrrr :)) this chapter turned out a bit longer than usual. i think chapter 6 will come really soon with these ideas im having :))

[justhereforkeefe]

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