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After some clean up, I’ve found these old doodles from 3-4 years ago (and from a time I still could draw...) Most of them are from my fanfic Quebec Family AU (though the Chat Noir one was actually mentioned in the fic as an actual doodle, this one is in reality my first doodle of Chat without references). The furry/were-cat one is from Metamorphosis by artisticFlutter (@artisticflutter ). Awesome fic, but for Mature readers as there is gore.
Adrien Aug-rest 2019 master post
So yeah, Adrien August/Augrest is over. It has been fun and a great challenge for me to find a subject for each prompts in relation to my “Family!Adrien”. This personal AU was so deep in my mind that I couldn’t find any other way to work with the prompts, and even so, there were some other challenges like no references to any episodes from the season 3. However, I found that it helped me with my English writing skills. After all, even if I used Google Translate to go from French to English, I had to correct some things, or to adjust them because the expression had different meanings. Basically, it was fun and I hope you enjoyed.
On AO3: Family (the main fic) Family-drabbles Family-drawings Family-Adrien Augrest
On Tumblr: 0-Notes and Headcanons / 1-Sunshine / 2-Feathers / 3-Just a Friend / 4-Lucky Charm / 5-Partners / 6-Cardboard / 7-UWU / 8-Cat Tendencies (+drawing) / 9-Catastrophe / 10-Abandon / 11-Childhood / 12-Tattoo / 13-Shapeshift / 14-Fairytale / 15-Coffee Shop / 16-Swap / 17-Akumatized / 18-Cosplay / 19-Fencing / 20-Music / 21-Modeling / 22-Gaming / 23-Puns / 24-Flirt / 25-Career / 26-Hamsters / 27-Dadrien / 28-Nightmares / 29-Helping Hands / 30-Tropical Island / 31-Kitty
Adrien Aug-rest 2019: Kitty
OMG ! It’s the last one !! I never participated in this kind of challenge, and I’m glad I did and held on to the end ! I know my writing isn’t the most exciting, but I’m glad that I got a few notes for it. -~-~-~-
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Marinette was watching my screen with a smile as I chatted with Emi. She was apparently caught in a meeting with suppliers for the shop she had created with her sister. While Emilie was mainly responsible for accounts, orders and customers, Mélanie was in charge of everything related to manufacturing as such. So, in this meeting that seemed to never end, the suppliers were there to offer their products, be they patterns, fabrics or models, in short, supplies for making clothes. My quebec mother was there first to make a good impression, but she had absolutely nothing to do in this meeting, hence the reason why she was chatting with me by text, Marinette taking by the same time news from her as she was reading over my shoulder.
Mom: If theyre asking me, Im chatting with a designer and her main model bout another project
Which, in a sense, wasn’t a lie. However, the other "project" was simply the organization of her vacations to come and spend with us in France.
After a few hours of more or less serious discussions, I put away the tablet. "How many nicknames did she give you ?!" Marinette asked after a moment. It’s true that, in reading our conversation, she had plenty of time to take note of them.
I took a moment to answer, mentally making a list. "Kitty, KitCat, KittyCat, NyanCat, Son-shine, Cinnamon Roll or CinnaBun, Bud, Asparagus or Shallot..."
"Shallot ?!" Marinette repeated without really understanding.
I took a moment to understand her confusion. "Oh! In Quebec, they call green onions ‘shallots’. They call our shallots 'French shallots'" (**I don’t know if this is actually the case in English**) She then nodded and I picked up my list with a smile. "My aunt is kidding a little more with nicknames. She calls me everything close to bananas: BananAgreste or BanAdrien, BanaNya,…" I paused as Marinette rolled her eyes. "Well, thinking about it, it was rather rare that she really calls me by my name... It usually never was considered anything good!" Marinette burst out laughing. This was self-evident. "Let's see... I got Didi, 'Drien, Blondy,... Oh! To mock me, Mel sometimes called me 'Adrikins'…" This time, Mari made a grimace that made me giggle. "The list is long, but I liked these nicknames, even those related to bananas... It gave me the impression, in the early days at least, to have a real family... until I had a real family!"
Marinette gently nodded. She was often entitled to nicknames from friends at school and even close relatives. At home, at least, at the Agreste, everything was always very formal and the nicknames had no place. "In this list, which was your favorite?"
I smiled, probably out of nostalgia. "Kitty, without hesitation. This is the first nickname that Emi gave me, as if she had baptized me with it, and then... Kitty means Chaton in English, and for a few, it gave me the impression that you weren’t that far..."
My Lady's gaze softened. Those years passed away from each other were hard, but those years were now far behind us...
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-~-~-~- Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed !
Adrien Aug-rest 2019: Tropical Island
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"Have you ever imagined our life together?" I might not have asked the question, considering the head that Marinette showed me. After all, we found each other only two months ago; this kind of story could be embarrassing, especially since, since the return of my biological mother, I had almost never returned to the mansion except to visit my adoptive mother. I stayed mostly at Marinette’s apartment.
She buried her face in her hands, as red as her suit, to finally nod. After giggling - and being slapped on the shoulder for that - she started telling me what had already gone through her head. "A big house with a dog, three kids and a hamster..." She then paused, glancing at me. "And you? How did you imagine your future with 'the girl under Ladybug's mask'?"
I laughed. "At first, I said to myself that I would live on a tropical island, far from everything, that we would be eating exotic fruits... and we would have a hamster..." She burst out laughing. Definitely, we were made for each other!
After a moment, though, she seemed to consider the thing more seriously. "I don’t say I’d live on a tropical island, but... I don’t say no to spend our honeymoon there..."
I choked on my coffee. "Ho-Honeym-m-moon ?!" I couldn’t help staring at her, wondering if she was joking or being serious. She looked away slightly, blushing furiously, then gently nodded. I felt myself blush before finding the Chat in me. "Is this an official proposal?" She turned to me, horrified by the idea. "As a gentleman, I'm the one who should ask for your hand, right?"
I gently took her hand to kiss it, drawing a chuckle before I was pushed back on the nose - ah! Like in the good old days! "In fairy tales, maybe, but in the 21st century, the girl can also propose, you know?" Her embarrassment came back to hit her hard, only making me laugh.
"I know, that's how my adoptive grandparents proposed to each other..." I grabbed her hand again and kissed it again. "It’s with pleasure that I accept, Princess..."
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Adrien Aug-rest 2019: Helping Hands
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I hear the front door open. Shit, already ?! This time, I panic... even more. Things are really catastrophic! I scream "No!! Don’t get in!" But it's too late. My mom sees the lamentable state of the kitchen: There are dirty dishes piled up in the sink, a black smoke starts to escape from the oven, a fine white dust covers almost every surfaces - me included - and the smoke detector laments. I know it's the fourth time, but it's better that she doesn’t know that! My mother looks at the disaster, then turns to me, frozen on the spot, looking like a deer in headlights. I then see her lips stretch, and she laughs, holding her ribs, then she drops to the ground, unable to control her giggle. I grumble, unable to accompany her. I feel pathetic in my situation. Sheepishly, I put the oven mittens to get the mold that contains a charred substance out of the oven, but I don’t have time to put it on the counter it escapes from my hands, the heat having passed through the mitts’ fabric. This time, I drop on my knees, completely discouraged, Emilie laughing only more.
I feel her approaching me, but I can only look at my mold and its spilled content on the floor. I can’t function anymore. I'm probably emotionally as burned as this... thing that lies on the ground. She kneels next to me and hugs me, but I feel her still hiccuping, trying to control her laughter. "What are you doing?" She finally said, a huge smile in her voice.
I sigh, exhausted. "It's our birthday, and I wanted to surprise you by giving you a hand with supper, but..." I point to what I was hoping to be a cake, now black as coal. I then make a large movement of the arm, this time showing her the state of the kitchen. I sigh deeply, then grumble when I hear her laugh again.
"Y’know you’re a desperate cause in a kitchen!" It wasn’t a reproach, but the mere acknowledgment of a fact. She tries to cheer me up by ruffling my hair, sending a cloud of flour around us. The thing is more and more ridiculous and I end up laughing with her. "Come on, get up! You'll tell me what you want to do and I'll help you. That way, you can at least say it was your idea!" I nodded; it was probably the best solution. "Y'know? It also makes me feel good not to have to find what to do for supper!" She clears my cheeks of flour with one hand and kisses me happily. "It's a great gift, Kitty, thank you !!"
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Adrien Aug-rest 2019: Nightmares
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It was three nights in a row. Emilie could give me melatonin to help me fall asleep, once in the land of dreams, nightmares broke the door with bazooka. This morning, I literally woke up spooning with my foster mother! Awkward... Well, I’m still happy that I was the little spoon, but still! When I regained a minimum consciousness, I realized that I was holding her wrists tightly, preventing her from leaving. That explained why she had not gone to bed after calming my nightmare. We really had to find a way to counter that. It was with dark circles under the eyes, sharing a coffee, that part of the solution presented itself to us.
Back from a weekend in Quebec City with the school, Mélanie and her daughter came to tell us about their stay, but seeing our condition to both, they were content to tell the outline. "We’ve brought you something for both of you!" Exclaimed Mel, handing us each a large gift bag. Inside mine was a cushion the size of a pillow, shaped like a ladybug. It looked like a huge stuffed toy. I looked at the thing, then turned to Mel to see if she was serious, but her huge smile quickly made me realize that was the case. I shrugged and buried my face in the fluffy fabric of the cushion. It was so soft that I only tightened my grip around the cushion. I then heard Emilie open her own bag and burst out laughing, but the Ladybug cushion had real soporific power and prevented me from looking up to see what she had received. After a while, I crashed into my chair and I think I fell asleep.
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Adrien Aug-rest 2019: Dadrien
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"Hold on! You’re asking me ?! Remember that the only child I've had is you and you've arrived you were almost sixteen!"
"I know, Mom, but you probably have something? Anything?! I really don’t know what to do!"
I heard her grumbling at the other end of the line. I admit that with time lag, it was almost three o'clock in the morning in Quebec. Sorry... "And your mother? She can’t help you?"
"Mother is in the hospital. She had severe pneumonia. I understand now why you told me to keep warm in the winter!"
"Don’t you listen to me!" She said, a smile in her voice. "I didn’t say that lightly, you know!" We burst out laughing before she started again. "And the Dupain-Cheng?"
"Traveling for their wedding anniversary and impossible to join." We sighed in unison.
"So, you called the only person who could give you a semblance of direction to solve your problem..." There was no annoyance in her voice; only the enumeration of a fact. "What do Internets say?"
"Nothing we haven’t tried before..."
At that moment, Marinette arrived in the living room, Louis crying continuously in her arms. His little face was red with effort, and Mari's eyes with lack of sleep. She watched me talking on the phone, looking hopeful. I shrugged and shook my head. It wasn’t looking good. I suddenly heard my mother inhale loudly, announcing enlightenment. "The Internet can’t give you advise on stuff that it doesn’t know about!" She must have understood that my silence indicated my incomprehension since she resumed. "Adrien, purring has the ability to soothe stress and anxiety. It’s clear that a site won’t tell you to leave your child to the care of the cat of the house, but when the house cat’s name is 'Dadrien',..."
She didn’t have time to finish her sentence that I exchanged the phone for Louis and that I emitted my sweetest and calmest purr. In an instant, Louis calmed down. In two moments he had fallen asleep.
Finally!!!
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EDIT: I had to search for it before editing this post :) This prompt is heavily inspired by @nattikay ‘s comic. Sorry, but not sorry (._.)
Adrien Aug-rest 2019: Hamsters
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The day had finally come. Marinette and I, by mutual agreement - and especially because the landlord refused to let his tenants own animals like cats or dogs - we went to the pet store to get a hamster. Who would have thought we both loved these little balls of fur?! I’d planned the shot and had taken antihistamines before entering, knowing that there would undoubtedly be birds there and I couldn’t afford to sneeze without stopping.
Walking along the rodent cages, we came across the most adorable hamsters; chocolate brown with a small white spot on the chest and the tip of the nose. The employee gently pulled it out of its cage and handed it to me, but when I introduced it to Marinette, she began to sneeze. We exchanged a surprised look, then Marinette sneezed again, more frequently. I looked at the little rodent that seemed to be watching the scene without really realizing what was happening, then I returned the animal to the employee who put it back in its cage. At once, Marinette's sneezes faded. It was our chance : I’m allergic to birds, and she’s to hamsters! We exchanged a look again, disappointed this time, and left.
From that day, I often saw Marinette surfing on her phone, looking at pictures of hamsters and doing research on allergies. I saw the disappointment in her eyes, but I didn’t know what to do to reassert her mood.
Browsing the Internet on my side, I came across a site that sold hamsters stuffed animals, just a little larger than the real rodent. I couldn’t help it.
I received my package a few days later. Marinette remained in the living room watching a fashion show on TV, so I had plenty of time to put my plan into action. I exchanged a mischievous look with the kwamis, Tikki laughing softly behind her paws and Plagg grumbling without seeming uninterested. I slowly approached Marinette from behind and flipped the box over her head.
She suddenly cried out in surprise as a shower of small stuffed hamsters fell on her. The kwamis and I laughed heartily as Mari assessed the extent of the damage, taking some plushies in her hands. They were all colorful and in different postures, making each of them an unique animal. I then leaned towards her, a Chat smile stretching on my lips. She turned to me, grumbling softly, then grabbed me by the collar and pressed her lips to mine.
"Stupid Cat..."
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