cardinal: what is the first song that made you cry?
earliest memory i have crying over a song was “dance with my father” by luther vandross
scarlet: think of your favourite genre. what kind of media in that genre do you prefer - books, films, or tv series?
favorite genre is horror, and favorite medium would actually be video games. horror has an extra edge when you’re forced to explore your surroundings and make the terrifying decisions yourself. and if the game does its job right, the visuals are that much more horrific.
strawberry: what album would you love to have on vinyl?
i would say either manic or hopeless fountain kingdom by halsey
pomegranate: favourite and least favourite fruits?
favorite: strawberries
least favorite: probably oranges/tangerines. anything citrus really.
reyxa replied to your post “overworkedunderwhelmed replied to your post “adrien and mari are the...”
tea u forgot an Entire time travel episode happened with future alix i cant believe
rey my friend if you’re talking about an episode after s1 not only have i not seen it, i haven’t even heard about this episode. i’ve seen nothing about it on my dash and no one’s talked to me about it so i think i’m super valid for not knowing what the heck you’re talking about right now
you can drag me for forgetting a lot of things (and probably should... i forgot the climax of my own goddamn fic) but i’m like TOTALLY in the dark on this one
you’ve like strangely conditioned me to associate you with bi colors because of your icon and now every time i see the bi flag i’m like ??????siderealsandman???????
oops sorry about that long wait! hope this makes up for it!
huge thanks to @sunlitshowers and @megatraven for helping me work through this chapter. i owe you my life tbh
and shoutout to @reyxa and @agrestenoir for listening to me scream into the void and smash my head against the keyboard as i wrote this!!
i hope you guys like it!!!!
Adrien Agreste is horribly, visibly nervous. He stands in front of his locker, aggressively tapping his foot and refreshing his text messages with Nino again—
From: lover boi
To: alya’s bf
Hey i need u to come to my locker i’m freaking out
—and again—
From: lover boi
To: alya’s bf
It’s important i have done something horrifically stupid
Even by my standards
—and again.
From: lover boi
To: alya’s bf
Bro it has been fifteen minutes where in the fuc k
Adrien can’t stop thinking about it. About how he had asked Marinette out. About how her hand had felt in his, and how badly he wants to feel that again.
About how she didn’t look at the note before he’d left.
About how he might have ruined everything.
His post-it note game had turned into a gamble, and the universe’s slot machine is refusing to tell him if he’s won or lost the bet. Finally, his phone vibrates.
From: alya’s bf
To: lover boi
hey my dude my bro my dudebro i couldn’t find my phone… turns out i put it in the wrong pocket or something
headed over rn
From: lover boi
To: alya’s bf
Thank god
Never call me dudebro again
“What’s wrong, my dudebro?” Adrien hears Nino’s voice and snaps to attention, hitting his head against the locker behind him in the process.
“That nickname,” Adrien grumbles, rubbing the back of his head where he’d hit it. “And also, I asked Marinette out. And now I’m having a crisis.”
“That nickname is fantast— holy shit, you did what?”
“Asked Marinette out. I gave her a post-it note asking her to be my girlfriend? I think?”
“Adrien,” Nino shakes his head incredulously. “You think?”
“I mean, it kind of feels like a dream? I was kind of detached from that whole thing, honestly. I accidentally held her hand for about thirty seconds while I slipped her the note because I got so caught up in the moment, so now she probably hates me.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Nino places his hands on Adrien’s shoulders, steadying him. “Breathe, dude. Breathe. We’re breathing.”
“If you say so?”
“Okay, let’s go over this. One, you asked out Marinette. That is not an undoable action.”
“Thank you, I feel so encouraged right now.” Adrien rolls his eyes.
“Two, shut up. Three, you are simultaneously disgusting and adorable. You held her hand for thirty seconds without even realizing? Seriously?”
“I… don’t know? It could have been longer?”
“Jesus Christ. Four, why the fuck would she hate you?”
“Because she didn’t open it before I left? And she hasn’t responded?”
“That is ridiculous. And five, we’re ten minutes late for physics.”
“Holy crap, we are ten minutes late for physics!” Adrien throws his phone into his bag and makes a run for it.
“Whoa, slow down!” Nino yells, running after him.
“I’m gonna get my ass kicked by Ms. Mendeleiev! I am so screwed and I am—” Adrien skids to a stop, smacking a hand to his forehead in frustration. “—forgetting my fucking textbook.” Adrien sprints back to his locker, nearly knocking an out-of-breath Nino in the process.
“Dude, please chill?”
“NO,” Adrien shrieks, frantically inputting the combination and throwing open the locker door. He grabs his textbook and makes a beeline for the physics classroom.
Ms. Mendeleiev purses her lips in disapproval as Adrien and Nino burst into the room, panting. “Mr. Lahiffe,” she says as they slide into their seats, “I cannot say I am surprised.”
“I appreciate the vote of confidence,” he responds, with a guilty yet amused look in his eyes.
Ms. Mendeleiev turns on Adrien as he slowly opens the textbook cover to try to quash the adrenaline rush that has overtaken his system and to avoid any and all attention directed at him from his very angry teacher. “Mr. Agreste, on the other hand,” she scolds, “I was not expecting to be so tardy.”
Adrien averts his eyes and stares down at his textbook as he opens it. “I’m so sorry, I am—” Adrien sees the yellow sticky note and a flash of pink and glitter. He yanks it from the inside cover and slams the book shut, jumping to his feet. Oh god. “—going to the bathroom now. I am going, right now, to the bathroom. Thanks.”
He can feel Marinette’s stare burning into his back as he dashes out of the room.
Adrien lets out a long exhale as he closes the stall door behind him. He carefully smoothes out the creases in the note before reading what it has to say. “Please let this be good,” he whispers to no one in particular.
Yes! With love, your lady, Marinette.
And this is the high he’s heard about. The rush of being in control, of winning the bet. He’d been afraid of the risk, but with this note, the odds are a hundred to none in his favor. Moments like these, he thinks, are the kind that get people addicted to gambling.
He waits for her outside of class. She’s the last one to leave. She glances around the hallway, looking for something, but doesn’t seem to find it. Adrien clears his throat. Marinette jumps a little, startled, but when she turns to face him, her eyes are all mischief and nervous energy and excitement.
Adrien raises his hand in greeting. It’s hesitant, but the smile she returns is immediate.
“Hey.”
She giggles, and Adrien wants to record that sound and play it on loop forever. “So… did you get my note?”
“I did.”
“Is that why you left physics?”
“It is.”
“Did you like it?”
“Of course.”
Her eyes sparkle. “I’ve never heard you talk like this. What happened to your standard eloquence?”
“I am…” he trails off, trying to memorize the sound of her voice. “I am at a loss to describe how over the moon I am right now.”
“I’m not at a loss. I’m on a whole other planet.”
Adrien cannot even rationalize the cocktail of emotions he feels in this moment, but the one thing that keeps coming back to him is lucky. “Well?” Adrien extends his hand for Marinette to take. “Shall we, princess?”
Marinette glances down at it with a smile full of anticipation and warmth that makes Adrien melt. “We shall.”
As their fingers intertwine, Adrien can’t help but notice how different this is from the last time. Last time, his head was in the clouds, full of fantasies, far away and separate from the reality of their touch. This time, though, the feeling of her hand in his brings him down to Earth, more aware than he’s been in a while.
This time, he’s grounded. This time, he’s safe. And this time, he’s not wishing for a miracle— he has his miracle. That’s what Marinette is. His miracle. His princess. His lady.
