Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.
Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
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11 Jun 2021
Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.
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06 Jun 2021
Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.
Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?
Marinette was angry. Adrien felt it buzzing on his skin just being in the same hallway as her, and she wasn’t even near him. “Marinette! What happened?” he asked.
She pulled away again, her fists clenching at her sides. “Lila and I have been suspended! Damocles said I responded to her threat inappropriately. Inappropriately, Adrien!”
“What did she do?”
“Why is it always my responsibility to be the bigger person?” she demanded as if he hadn’t said anything. “Why do I have to hold the city, the world even, on my shoulders, and still be the perfect student and daughter and role model?! I’m sick of it!”
He cringed that his first thought was that she could be akumatized like this. She pulled away, reached up to her ears, and pulled out the earrings, and handed them to him.
He hated that she thought to do that. Just in case.
“It’s not fair!” she cried, pounding her fists into his chest. He just took the physical onslaught. She needed an outlet and he knew he was the only person she could confide in about everything. “I just want to be selfish.”
“Then be selfish,” he urged her.
Inspired by Komorebirei's Sad Hour.
(And does not actually feature Lila at all).
Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.
He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.
Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.
He knew Ladybug’s name!
Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.
It wasn’t fair!
A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.