OH. - An inspired Ladrien fic because I am ship deprived
I’m sorry but I had to write this even though there’s already a post AND A COMIC.–> X It was a blast and it took me like 20 minutes while being distracted by other things.
Marinette yawned. She was spending way too much time in the suit.
Fighting akumas was necessary. Visiting Adrien nearly every night as Ladybug was not.
But when else was she supposed to see her boyfriend if he couldn’t know she was Marinette? They would go hang out on top of buildings, kiss at the eiffel tower, and she’d wear something over her uniform so all that would give her away was the mask, keeping her head down low. The dark was a wonderful place to hide, and anyways, Paris was so beautiful at night.
But maybe they’d stayed up too late last night.
Just… just a little bit.
Okay, so she couldn’t really feel her feet, and she’d just walked into the classroom door, she was so exhausted from the night before.
Who knew playing video games till two and then tag in the deserted park till they both went home (after what was definitely not a mini makeout session- pfft- what???) could wear you out so much….
“I’m an idiot…Why do I do this to myself” Marinette sighed quietly.
But gee, it had been fun.
That was one of the best nights she’d had with Adrien yet.
If she’d thought she was in love with him before, this was a whole knew level. He was so much more than she’d ever thought. He was funny, made stupid jokes that cracked her up, and she could practically taste the overpowering feeling of devotion he had for her whenever they were together.
Marinette walked across the classroom, yawning and smiling when she saw Adrien with dark circles under his half closed and sleep filled eyes, obviously beginning to drift off into sleep right then and there.
“Good morning Adrien.” she said, touching his cheek and bringing him up to kiss her.
They met and it was probably one of the most perfect kisses she’d had with him, and it probably would have been better if she wasn’t so sleep deprived. He mumbled a little, kissing her back, and then she broke away, letting her hand drop as she turned to get to her seat.
Alya was staring at her with the widest eyes Marinette had ever seen.
“What?” Marinette asked, yawning, and she raised her eyes at Nino who had just leaned over with an equally shocked expression.
A/N: And here is the final part of the mini series (unless i get a lightning bolt idea etc). I would like to that an anon for the idea for this final part. Enjoy and let me know what you think :)
1.5 years later
is like pure hell!” Taylor called out the bathroom door to me, while I sat on
their huge bed watching Scooby Doo with my main little man Theo.
“I know hun….
But it’s not good in the great grand scheme of things.” I tried to make her
sick?” Theo asked me, looking at me with his angelic little blue eyes, his brow
crinkled in concern just like his father.
is getting angry at her.” I told him, running my fingers through his hair as he
lay his head in my lap.
almost noon and we were supposed to be going out for lunch as I was in LA for
the first time in quite a while and hadn’t seen Taylor or Theo (or Adam) for
over 2 months. Unfortunately, the mention of food made Taylor turn a shade of
green and spend the next 20 minutes hugging the toilet bowl while I distracted
“We need to
call daddy. Daddy will make mommy feel better.” Theo said, sitting up all of
the sudden and clambering off the bed. He went up to Taylor’s purse on the
floor, where she had dropped it when she ran to the bathroom, and pulled out
your daddy is away right now, remember? We don’t want to worry him. How about
we have a dance party?” I suggest. For a 2-and-a-half-year-old, he was very
smart and very caring.
Dance! Dance!” He squealed, running around me in circles as I tried to put some
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There’s one thing he doesn’t know, though: Grace Thornton breaks hearts. Niall Horan, on the other hand, wouldn’t dare. (Or maybe just not to her.)
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