#promptposals

[agrestenoir]

There’s a lipstick stain on Adrien’s face, dusting the apple of his cheek, from her quick and quiet good morning on the rooftop before dashing off to school.

His skin had flushed a deep rosy red the moment her lips touched it, and with wide eyes and dazed smile, his fingers pressed over the mark she’d left. With a smile, she kissed Chat Noir again, this time on his lips, before flicking her fingers in a short, passable wave goodbye and took off for school.

When she arrives in class, there’s Adrien, sitting in the same seat as always, with a stupid smile on his face to complete that lovesick expression, with the Berry-Bomb! lipstick mark on his cheek.

She pauses in the doorway. “Marinette?” Adrien asks when he catches sight of her. “Are you alright?”

Marinette tries to nod.

She ends up screaming instead.

[agrestenoir]

Chloe + "H"

If Chloe Bourgeois should ever admit to a greatest fear, it’s the moment when one hand is on the door, one foot over the threshold, and not a single glance back as they walk away. It’s the dread that bubbles in the pit of her stomach when she finally finds someone she wants to keep and now must sit through it all and wait as they approach the fork in the road: go left into her arms or turn right into someone else’s. It’s the fear that haunts her every waking moment, a living nightmare she can’t escape, lingering to her cob-webbed thoughts like smoke to a fire.

She pulls Marinette closer to her chest, sweat-tangled curls strewn out across their shared pillow, and hopes. The other girl stirs in her sleep and murmurs nothings under her breath, and Chloe can only hold her own. It’s the hour when the chill in the air is more of a kiss than a bite, goose-pimpled skin burning hot against her touch as Chloe strokes her arm with a forefinger and a thumb, like Marinette is the most precious thing in the world to her.

Chloe holds her tight. She holds her breath. She holds onto hope.

People have a tendency to leave her, and she prays that this time, her fear won’t come true, and Marinette will be the one who stays.

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There was a whine, and the sound of blankets being moved as a certain someone tried to avoid the morning light.

There was a whine, and the sound of blankets being moved as a certain someone tried to avoid the morning light. A moment later, a blonde head popped up beside him, sweat-tangled hair plastered against his forehead, and bleary green eyes blinked up at him through a haze.

“Wha’ time issit?” Adrien’s voice was hoarse, tinged with the sleepiness that hadn’t quite faded, but Nino could have cared less. 

Nino just stared at his boyfriend who tried to curl up beneath the sheets once more like a newborn kitten, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Still early,” he reassured him. “Go back to sleep, babe.”

Adrien mumbled incoherently under his breath, already dozing once more, and Nino could thank the stars for how lucky he was.

This was harder than I thought. I wanted to write more. Here’s my contribution to mlm March with some Adrinino drabbles because there can never be enough.

send me one sentence and i’ll finish with five more 

[agrestenoir]

"There stopped being an 'us' when you decided that one person's life was worth more than all of Paris' citizens," Chat Noir shouted.

"There stopped being an 'us' when you decided that one person's life was worth more than all of Paris' citizens," Chat Noir shouted.

Ladybug’s eyes hardened in response, lips pursed in a thin line as she clutched her yo-yo tightly between her fingers. “We still beat the akuma, so I don’t know why you’re so upset.”

He rushed towards her, grabbing her arm before she had time to react, claws digging into her skin as he hissed through gritted teeth, “We almost didn’t because of you.”

“If you don’t like it,” she snapped, “Then maybe we shouldn’t work together anymore.”

Chat Noir made a move to respond but it was too late as Ladybug had already turned on her heel, walking away from Paris, the akuma, and her partner.

send me one sentence and i’ll finish with five more

Have some angsty Ladynoir because life works that way, and I’m horrible.