i think if i kissed nino

adrienette headcanons no one asked for
  • Mari and Adrien don’t really try to keep it a secret but they aren’t exactly making it public either (but everyone knows)
  • whenever someone asks if they are dating they just kinda go, “hmmm yeah.” and then smile really lightly (and then everyone dies of adorable)
  • Whenever they are at someones house they are just tangled together on the couch
  • they are constantly touching 
    • brushing hands/shoulders walking next to each other
    • always sitting really close
    • holding hands
    • heads on shoulders 
  • Adrien has been planning his “i love you” for a very long time
  • it involves dinner and flowers and the eiffel tower 
  • one day they are talking on the phone 
  • and it kind slips out as they hang up. Mari says it back like nothing really happened. 
  • Nino’s like, “aww that’s cute when did you guys start saying i love you?” 
  • and adrien FLIPS OUT. he had a plan. that wasn’t it.  
  • so he calls Mari back immediately and she starts laughing
  • they didn’t even notice it was a different thing they had never said before
  • Chloe and Mari start being friends by poking jokes at Adrien
    • “has he slipped into Chinese yet?” “yeah that fucking nerd, i don’t even know that much Chinese”
    • “Don’t let him drag you into Ouran” “Hmm, too little too late. I think he thinks he’s tamaki.” “He is tho” 
  • Mari and Adrien aren’t exactly totally into PDA
  • Like yeah they are affectionate but they don’t really kiss in front of people
  • in fact, Alya has never seen them kiss
  • she therefore believes they have never kissed
    • “I know you guys haven’t kiss, you shouldn’t be afraid, blondie, just go for it”
    • *in adrien’s mind* if that’s not kissing what the fuck is.
  • then she and nino walk in on them high key making out and alya wishes she never saw anything because they are sweet and innocent they shouldn’t be doing that 
  • even though that’s exactly she wanted
  • they quickly become a fucking power couple (but not as big as LadyNoir)
  • everyone’s coming to them for relationship advice and they are just like, “I don’t know? Love each other? Is that not what just happens?”
  • they are just light and happy and adorable and supportive of each other and stable and loving 
  • they love each other
Eurydice, Eat Your Heart Out (Adrino Percy Jackson AU)

In the dark of Cabin 10, staring up at the roof of his bunk, Adrien could hear the distant plucking of a harp as waves lapped lazily against the shoreline.

All things considered, it wasn’t surprising that he was having trouble sleeping; less than twenty-four hours earlier his father’s limo was nearly destroyed by a rampaging Cyclops that the middle-aged fashion mogul dispatched with a quick flick of a sword he drew from seemingly nowhere. From there, it was somewhat of a blur of packing, private jet rides, and clandestine car trips to the sunny shores of Long Island, New York, a silver pen containing the only means of protection he had in case other monsters attacked.

Monsters.

He could still scarcely believe it. If someone had told him that he was the product of an affair between his mother and the Greco-Roman goddess of love and beauty a few days ago, he would have been dialing Gorilla’s number as quickly as he could while backing away from them. Now, surrounded by dozens of half-siblings he never knew existed, Adrien didn’t quite know what to make of his current situation. He still thought he was going to wake up, home in Paris, and the whole thing would have been just a fever dream brought on by bad cheese; the attack, the journey, the music-

Sitting up in bed, Adrien strained his ears over the snoring of his bunkmate to hear the almost aimless melody that meandered its way across the waves. It was a song that sounded so familiar; like the chorus to something he had heard on the radio years ago. It couldnt’ve been coming from far, judging by the way it cut through the sound of twenty-five teenagers’ beauty sleep, so, clutching his pen and carrying his sneakers, Adrien tip-toed towards the door as quietly as possible, stepping out into the warm Long Island night.

Keep reading

Perfecting the Technique

Summery: Adrien agrees to practice kissing with a certain one of his classmates and it’s all 100% platonic…. ish…


“Let me get this straight,” Adrien said, fervently trying to wrap his mind around the words that had just left his study partner’s mouth. “You want me- the guy who has never dated anyone -to teach you how to kiss?”

He tried not to sound incredulous, but the request had came out of nowhere- just an off-handed “by the way” tossed out in the middle of their weekly couch study session. As if an offer like that was something Adrien could answer with a shrug and a simple yes/no!

Keep reading

7

PART 2 OF 2

Oh, did you think you were going to have to wait ages and ages before Part 2? Don’t worry fam, I gotchu.  ;)

Forgive me if the dialogue is overly cheesy, I’m not really a writer.  ^^;

(Headcanon: Nino loves Alya’s floofy hair, and will often subconsciously pet it or find himself running his fingers through it, especially while cuddling or when offering comfort)

P.S. WHY did I decide to make Alya’s shirt plaid, AUGH!!  Such a pain to draw!

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION OR TINY PUPPIES WILL GET SAD

( CLICK HERE FOR PART 1)

anonymous asked:

"I'm here, I'm not going to leave you" w ith djwifi?

“I’m here. I’m not going to leave you,” Alya promised. “Just breathe.”

Nino nodded rapidly, squeezing his eyes shut. “I-I don’t…what’s h-happening to m-me?” He started to shake.

“I think you’re having a panic attack. Take my hand,” Alya instructed, trying to keep her voice calm. “I want you to focus on our hands, Nino. The way our fingers feel linked together. The empty space right in the middle of our palms. Tell me what you feel.”

“W-warm. Your hand is warm.”

“Good. Now I’m going to tap on the back of your hand just like this.” Alya tapped once and then again after a pause. “Did you feel that?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, every time I tap, I want you to take a deep breath and then let it out. Can you do that for me?”

Nino nodded, watching her with big eyes. Alya held his eyes and tapped on the back of his hand. Nino took in a big breath and released it slowly. 

“Good,” she smiled. “Let’s do that again.”

Tap. Inhale. Exhale. Tap. Inhale. Exhale. Tap. Inhale. Exhale.

“I think I’m back,” he said quietly.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“My dad lost his job a couple of months ago.”

Alya sat back. “You never said anything.”

“I was hoping things would turn around, you know?” Nino gave her half a smile. “Long story short, we’re losing our house, my university fund is gone, and we may be moving in with some of my mom’s family in Morocco. I’ve been kind of taking everything in stride and then you asked about this summer and…and…”

“Hey, stay with me.” Alya cupped his cheek with her hand, rubbing her thumb along his skin. 

“I don’t want to leave, Alya.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“I can’t–”

“We’ll talk to Adrien. We can figure something out.”

Nino frowned. “I don’t want to be a charity case.”

“You’re his best friend. If you think Sunshine is letting you leave the country because you can’t afford to stay here, you’re nuts,” Alya smiled softly. “The guy just bought a life-size model of Ladybug for his room. It was a custom job. Believe me, the money would be better spent on you.”

“You’re jealous of the Ladybug statue, aren’t you?”

“It’s not fair how rich he is.”

Nino laughed.

“Ah, there he is,” Alya grinned and kissed his cheek. “Now come on, we’ve got a model to hunt down.”

anonymous asked:

Djwifi+ "Trixx (which is the fox kwami) don't you even think about it!"

“Don’t you even think about it!” Alya hissed, grabbing her kwami and shoving the troublesome little creature under her pillow just as Nino opened the door to the bedroom. 

“Hey, everything ok in here?” he asked looking around, “I thought it sounded like you were talking to someone.” 

“Oh, that… uh… I was answering a text from Marinette I sometimes yell at my phone. You know how she is with her wacky schemes and all that!” 

“Right,” Nino said not looking entirely convinced. “So I know we’ve been talking about taking advantage of your family being out of town for our 2 year anniversary and whatnot, but if you aren’t comfortable with this…”

“No! No I promise it’s nothing like that!” Alya said jumping up and grabbing his shoulders. “Believe me, there is nothing I want more than for us to finally spend some quality time together. I know I’ve been really… distracted lately, and I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” 

“Al, you don’t owe me anything,” Nino said gently cupping her chin to meet her eyes, “yeah it’s been hard lately but that’s life. I am not going to freak out and leave you or something stupid like that just because you get busy. I mean come on, I’ve been putting up with Adrien’s constant disappearing act for 2 years and he’s still my best bro. Do you really think I wouldn’t do the same for you?” 

Alya felt herself relax as she leaned forward to kiss her boyfriend. She really had lucked out when Ladybug had locked them into that cage all those months ago. Who else would be so supportive and understanding even without knowing what was even going on? After all she couldn’t exactly tell him that she was spending half her time running around town as Paris’s newest hero. He had even been helping her with managing the updates on the Ladyblog. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in this rare moment of intimacy and completely oblivious to the small orange blur that darted over to her computer. 

“You are the best,” Alya whispered between languid kisses, “you know that right?” 

“Oh really?” Nino grinned, “does that mean I rank higher than Marinette on the Alya’s most important people scale?” 

“You might even rank higher than Ladybug,” Alya teased. 

Nino laughed and gave an exaggerated fist pump. “Yes! Life goals achieved!” 

“I love you,” Alya said, her teasing giving way to genuine emotion as she looked at this boy whom she couldn’t imagine her life without anymore. 

“I love you too,” he said softly leaning in for another kiss. 

“LET’S GET IT OOOOOONNNN…” Alya and Nino leapt apart as the loud sound of Marvin Gaye burst from her computer speakers. 

“Trixx, I don’t care if you are a demi-god, I am going to murder you!” Alya shrieked whirling around in search of the mischievous fox.

“What?” Nino asked. 

“Uh….” Alya gulped, “Oops.” 


“Give me a fandom/ship and a sentence of dialogue and I will do a paragraph/short scene.”

When your friends are traveling

Alya and Nino are very loyal friends. Even when they are on a trip, they are always ready to drop anything for a phone call from their best friends. Ao3 link.

I finally wrote the story from this post. It is a series of short, silly scenes. Alya and Nino are secret badasses but they always put their friends first. 

“Hey, bro, what’s up?” Nino’s voice came from the cell phone.

“I’m sooo bored!” Adrien moaned, falling back against his bed. He had been so lonely ever since he graduated lycee six months ago. He wanted to go straight to University but he struck a deal with his dad. If he modeled full time for two years, he could study whatever he wanted. He had been managing it until Nino had left two weeks ago for a two month trip around Europe with Alya. He was happy for his friend but he missed him. Life was so boring without him.

Nino laughed. “Sorry bro. It must be so boring being a supermodel.”

“It really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” Adrien laughed. “I’m surprised you have time to talk to me. When is Alya going to drag you off somewhere?”

“Don’t worry.” He paused for a moment. “She’s busy.”

Adrien laughed. “What’s she doing?”

“Just making a deal with the mob. I’m keeping watch.” Nino said casually.

Keep reading

the road trip series - the fic

so i finally have chapter one finished?? the response to the extract i posted was kinda mixed lol so please let me know if y’all actually like this or not. thanks! xx 

ff.net version

chapter one 

“Nino, we agreed that I would drive first.” Alya places her hands on her hips, foot beginning to tap in frustration. They’ve been going back and forth for about ten minutes now and she’s tired of this metaphorical ping-pong match. Why can’t the boy just be less damn annoying?

Nino shrugs noncommittedly and jingles the car keys in her face. “My car, my rules, Al. I always take first shift on these trips, it’s tradition. Besides, I only agreed to that because it was ridiculous o’clock in the morning and I needed sleep.” He blows her a kiss and unlocks the car so that they can start loading their stuff into it.

Alya takes a minute to just stare at him and wonder how she ended up dating someone so irritating and immature and insufferable and –

“Al, I know what you’re thinking but I’m going to remind you that you love me for all my faults and secretly find them endearing because I’m just that loveable.”

– and apparently psychic.

“Just shut up and get in the driver’s seat, idiot.”

Nino grins widely at her and lands a quick peck on her cheek anyway. Although he will swear up and down that he doesn’t love anything more than Alya (except for his Bestest Bro Adrien), annoying Alya makes for a pretty close second.

The road trips have been an annual tradition for the last three years. Their first trip, to Calais, took place three weeks into the summer before university started and, ever since then, they’d made it an official tradition to explore somewhere new every year.

This year, they’re tackling the seven-hour drive to Marseille. She’s had the itinerary planned for weeks now but, as usual, it will likely go out of the window as a result of Nino’s need for spontaneity, Marinette’s inability to stay organised, and Adrien’s hate for schedules in general. It doesn’t matter, it’s all part of the routine and Alya is as excited as ever.

Except seven hours is a long time. As much as she loves Nino, seven hours is a long, long time and she will be stuck in the passenger seat forever.

“I promise you won’t be stuck in the passenger seat forever.” Nino grins at her from in the car, reading her mind.

Alya raises an eyebrow. The psychic mind reading thing would be more impressive if they didn’t have this exact conversation every year. Especially seeing as how last year turned out.

“Okay, okay. You won’t be stuck in the passenger seat forever, this time. Better?” Nino waits for Alya to roll her eyes dramatically. “Now get your butt in the car, we’re gonna be late! I wanna beat traffic and that’s not gonna happen if you stand there tapping your foot at me all day!”

“You’re lucky I love you, Lahiffe.”

“So I’ve been told.” he winks back at her. Alya wants to roll her eyes again.

It’s barely seven but it’s still a Saturday and traffic will pile up in no time. Alya’s never been too fond of super early mornings, but it’s a sacrifice she’s willing to make if it means that they have the best damn road trip of all time. She’s so glad that they haven’t stopped doing these trips.

With university and work and all the other responsibilities they each have it’s become so much harder to plan and organise things like this, and for a while Alya was worried that they’d stop altogether.

Her internship has been so full on recently that she hasn’t seen Marinette in a week and she hadn’t even been able to grab lunch with Adrien on Tuesday because all her lunch hours have been devoted to finalising content in the lead up to press week. Heck, she’s barely seen Nino and she lives with him. Although to be fair this DJ gig has Nino working mainly nights, so he’s usually already gone by the time she gets home and is asleep when she leaves in the mornings.

“How come you’re so awake?” She practically yawns the words out.

“Are you kidding me? We’re on our way to pick up my Bestest Bro in the world! Of course I’m gonna be awake for this!” He’s practically bouncing in his seat.

“Nino, you saw Adrien on Monday. It’s only been, like, four days –”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Al. Because obviously someone doesn’t know how to recognise true love when they see it. Any time spent apart from my Bestest Bro is too much time apart.” Nino clutches his hand to his heart and the way his voice cracks on ‘true love’ is just too perfect.

“You know anyone would guess that you’re actually Adrien’s boyfriend and not mine.” She deadpans, arms folded and one eyebrow raised. Nino’s random declarations of True Love for Adrien are now a regular occurrence in Alya’s life. The two of them are, as Nino puts it, the bestest bros in all of Paris.

He really wants to get that written on matching t-shirts for Adrien’s birthday and if Alya didn’t already know that Adrien was planning the same thing for Nino’s birthday, she would back him one hundred percent.

Except she is Alya and Everyone tells her Everything. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

Keep reading

NiNoir Week, Day 5: Cosplay

(summary: nino and chat noir go to an anime convention, then have a casual dinner)


“This is, without a doubt, the worst.” Nino mumbled as he stood arm in arm with Chat Noir, posing for pictures.

“You’re not smiling from your good side,” Chat teased, grinning at cameras.

Of course, it was more comforting with a domino mask over your eyes.

“You guys are seriously the best ones here!”

Nino finally got relief for ten seconds, and glanced down at his red and black costume. Marinette had done an amazing job, and most importantly, she didn’t ask questions. When he came to her with the commission, she had frozen for a moment, but created the piece without fail.

He wanted to tell her that it was a couple’s cosplay. That it was a date, and he was going on a date with his boyfriend. Ultimately, Nino had to keep that secret from her, as well as from Alya and Adrien. He was far too open of a person to keep secrets like that away from his closest friends.

Still, it was an absolute pleasure to walk hand-in-hand with one’s boyfriend for the first time in public. It felt like Nino could finally exhale.

“Have you been to an anime convention before?” He asked Chat, suddenly, because he was the one to suggest it.

“I went to San Diego,” Chat answered, pulling his boyfriend down a less-crowded hallway. “I had fun, mostly work, though.”

Nino nodded. “Were you a volunteer?”

The boy almost tripped. “Uh-yeah! Definitely.”

“Did you dress up then, too?”

“Yes.”

Though, he did not elaborate further, most likely because he couldn’t. Nino still wanted to know what kind of cosplay Chat Noir pulled off.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Something with plants prompt?

Well, seeing as this was a pretty broad prompt, I decided to have some fun with it.


“Hey, what’s this?”

Nino glanced over at the potted plant on his windowsill. “Oh, I’m keeping it there for my sister. Apparently, my window gets the right amount of light.”

“Yeah, but…” Chat Noir leaned forward to delicately sniff it. “What is it?”

“Catnip.”

Chat Noir raised a brow. “It smells really good.”

“I mean, I guess it smells alright.” Nino shrugged.

“No, I mean it smells really good.”

Nino straightened, alert now that he noticed the way Chat Noir’s speech was beginning to slur. “Maybe you should stop smelling it.”

“No, it’s fine.” He gently rubbed his cheek against the plant. “It just smells-”

Nino gently grabbed his tail to tug him away from the catnip. “Okay, I know you keep saying you’re not a cat, but just this once, I think you kind of are.”

Keep reading

kickassfu  asked:

ladrien + manga

The moment Adrien learned that someone in Japan wrote a manga about him and Ladybug, he had to have it.

In less than 48 hours, there was a copy of Miraculous Defender Ladybug Volume 1 in his hands.

…Not that he could read Japanese. But he could follow along with the Chinese scanlations and write a French translation of that on sticky notes, carefully cutting and covering the word balloons with them.

It was worth it to see the look of absolute joy on Alya’s face when he showed her the next day.

“Please let me take pictures for the Ladyblog, please, please, please, PLEEEEEEASE!!!” she begged, her phone already in hand.

“Alright, alright!” Adrien said, laughing. “But only the first chapter, okay? There’s an official version coming out next month and I won’t ruin it for anyone else.”

“You are ruining nothing,” Alya insisted. She gleefully flipped through the pages, Nino and Marinette both reading over her shoulder.

Lunch in the park with his friends went much quicker with the manga to talk about. Too soon, they were headed back to school, still stuck on the cliffhanger.

“If Félix doesn’t kiss Ladybug in the next book, I’m going to scream,” said Alya, manga open in her hands.

“Preach it!” said Nino. He high-fived Alya while Marinette flailed.

“I—Ladybug wouldn’t let—th-there’s probably rules or, um…” she mumbled.

Adrien kept quiet, ignoring his growing blush. ‘Félix’ was Chat’s secret identity in the manga; Ladybug saved him from muggers and the volume ended with Félix determined to give her a thank-you kiss.

Félix was a very different person, but…

“You’ve been quiet, bro. What do you think?” Nino asked.

“I think I would kiss her,” Adrien answered absently, not realizing he’d fumbled his pronouns until Marinette walked into a pole.

siderealsandman  asked:

DjWiFi and the prompt is "First Home"

OOOH

THANK


“It’s smaller than I remember…did it shrink since the last time we’ve been here?”

Nino glanced over at his tired wife, who was slumped against him, her thick hair tied back in a high ponytail as she fanned herself with a makeshift fan.

“It only looks smaller because all our crap is in here now.” He pointed out. He watched as Alya’s brow furrowed.

“Oh…I guess so.” She glanced around, frowning. “Why the hell do we have so much junk?” She asked for what seemed like the fiftieth time since they’d started packing two months ago. Nino laughed, leaning over to kiss the furrow from her brow.

“Just wait–tomorrow we get to unpack all this junk.”

Alya groaned and slumped lower, looking completely done.

“Think we could bribe Adrien and Marinette to help us again tomorrow?”

“I don’t know; they seemed pretty exhausted after today. This might just be up to us, babe.”

“Ugh. Moving sucks.”

“Yeah, kinda does,” Nino admitted. He smiled at the bare walls around them, surrounded by boxes and boxes and boxes. “But you know what? It’s nice to have a place that’s just ours now.”

Alya sighed again, but Nino peeked over in time to see the slow smile creeping across her face.

“Our first home,” she agreed, fingers grasping Nino’s and giving them a squeeze. Nino’s smile warmed, and he squeezed her hand in return.

“Yeah…and hopefully we won’t have to do this moving crap again for another few years.”

“Yeah…”

A comfortable silence fell…until Alya sat up, sending a mischievous glance her husband’s way.

“Wanna christen our bedroom?”

“Race you,” Nino announced, scrambling to his feet to sprint to the bedroom, Alya’s laughter chasing him the whole way.

the-lazy-workaholic-blog  asked:

just thought a possible interesting prompt for DJWiFi. An idea from the last update for the 4th Drabbles. The stylist hitting on Nino? Would be fun to have Mari and Alya there at one and Nino just getting continuously hit on/ touched flirting like and Alya maybe doing something dramatic to claim him even though he isnt hers yet lol a prompt for whenever ya look for one for some fun ya?

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this again, dude,” Nino grumbled as an assistant fussed with his suspenders.

Adrien laughed, holding a hand up. “It’s not my fault! Jean liked how we look together. He specifically requested you for the shoot today. He refused to do it if you weren’t included.”

“You have got to be lying, man.”

“I’m not!” Adrien insisted with a wide grin. “Chat’s honor!” he winked.

“Hrmph.”

“It’s no surprise, handsome,” Camille purred, striding over with a silk bow tie. “Honestly I’m surprised an agent hasn’t scooped you up.”

Nino flushed. “You guys are ridiculous.”

The stylist wound the silk around his neck and stepped in close to tie it. “The only thing ridiculous is how gorgeous you are. Are you seeing anyone?”

From across the room, steam billowed out from Alya’s ears. “Who does Miss Tight Pants think she is?” she hissed.

Marinette bit her lip. “She is being kind of flirty, huh?”

Alya stared at her. “Kind of flirty, M? Kind of? She’s practically humping him!”

“Keep your voice down!” Marinette’s eyes darted to where their friends were still being fussed with. Adrien raised his eyebrows and she blushed and smiled, shaking her head. “To be fair, Al, Nino isn’t actually seeing anyone.”

“Are we really going to go there?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is that right, Marinette ‘I still can’t seem to ask Adrien out for coffee’ Dupain-Cheng?”

Marinette’s cheeks darkened. “I’m working on it! Anyway, that’s not the issue right now. We’re talking about you and Nino.”

“There is no me and Nino,” Alya replied stubbornly.

“Exactly. So it shouldn’t matter if Camille is interested in him or not, should it?”

Alya frowned. “She’s really old.”

Marinette laughed. “She’s really not.”

“Well, she’s…she’s…super pretty and sophisticated and totally into him,” she finished, voice down. “He should probably just date her.”

“Sure,” Marinette nodded. “Except he doesn’t like her.”

“Look at him! He’s all flushed and adorable and cute and oh no, I think I like Nino.”

“Finally!”

Alya gave her a panicked look. “What am I supposed to do?!”

Marinette furrowed her brows. “Wow, is this how I am because–”

“Marinette!”

“Sorry. Look, go ask him if he wants to go do something after the shoot. It’s Nino. He’s going to say yes.”

“I don’t want him saying yes just because he’s nice.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Believe me, that’s not why he’ll say yes. Just go ask him before they have to start.”

Alya nodded and stood anxiously. Camille ran her hand down Nino’s chest and he stepped back. Something in Alya snapped and she moved to his side, winding her arm through his. “Hi, Nino.”

He beamed down at her. “Hey, Alya. Are you guys having fun?”

“A bit. I was hoping maybe we could do something after this. Just you and me.” Her eyes slid to Camille for just a moment before returning to Nino.

His face lit up. “That would be really great.” He leaned in, voice lowering. “But, uh, Adrien is wanting to ask Mari out after this and I think he’s hoping we’ll tag along. Dude is hella nervous.” 

“Of course he is,” Alya chuckled. “That sounds great. Just the four of us.” She leaned up and kissed Nino’s cheek and he froze in delighted surprise. “Can’t wait.”

Alya sashayed back to Marinette with a smirk. “Was he watching me?” she whispered as soon as she was close enough.

“We were all watching you,” Marinette laughed quietly. “Way to stake out your territory.”

“You just wait, M. You’ve got something coming your way.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Marinette frowned. Alya chuckled and walked past her as the guys moved out to the set. “Wait, Alya! What’s that mean?!”


Prompt List

Buy Me a Coffee? <3

happy queer miraculous month!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  🌈 ❤️ have some adrino as suggested by @zoenightstars

and i couldnt help myself so here’s some context in the form of a drabble

Adrien swallowed and thrust the bouquet to Nino nervously.

“Here,” he said, voice quavering.

Nino looked down, and then up at Adrien. Then back down to the bouquet. And then back to Adrien, this time searching his eyes.

“Why….” he began, and then trailed off, looking back down at the bouquet. “I’m no flower expert, man. Do you want me to OK it to, like, give to Marinette, or…?”

“N- no!” Adrien stammered. “I want you… to have it. Like… for you. To put in a vase and remember me when you look at it.”

Nino snorted. “I remember you anyways. You’re kind of a supermodel.”

“It’s a token of my affection,” Adrien protested. “Will you just take them?”

“I… I dunno what to say, man. Why do I merit flowers…? From the prettiest boy in Paris, no less?”

“Ha,” Adrien laughed, “that title’s already taken by you.”

Nino opened his mouth, but came up empty. Red was spreading across his cheeks. 

“I was wondering if… if you wanted to be my boyfriend?” Adrien suggested, also blushing. “Like… go on dates, and kiss each other?”

“Hell yes,” Nino started, and then cleared his throat. “I mean… yeah, I would really like that.” He took the bouquet and smelled the flowers. “But I think I already knew what a ‘boyfriend’ was. You didn’t need to define it for me.”

“I don’t know, I-”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“What?”

“Do you want to kiss me,” Nino repeated. “You said we could go on dates and kiss each other. Do you really want to kiss me?”

“I mean, yeah. I do.” He ducked his head and looked up at Nino, his green eyes large. “If, you know, you’re okay with-

“Don’t pull that innocence shit on me, just kiss me.”

“I- okay,” Adrien began, before he was silenced by a kiss that was a million times sweeter than the fragrance of the flowers.

Not Friends

AO3


When they kissed and Adrien asked him if they were friends, Nino smiled and shook his head. He thought he was being flirty when he told Adrien that no, he doesn’t think they’re friends.

And then Adrien hadn’t called him for a week afterward, leaving him confused about what was going on. 

He spent a week agonizing over the silence between them, reading their old messages and wondering where he went wrong. 

He wasn’t expecting Alya to call him late at night, or for her to yell at him to come over right away, but she did. He wasn’t expecting to walk so late at night, or to do it in his pajamas, but he did. 

When he knocked on the door, Marinette opened the door, giving him the most annoyed look. “Fix this,” she mouthed at him before turning away and shuffling off into her room. 

Nino stepped into the living room, surprised to find Adrien sobbing onto Alya’s shoulder. Alya glared at him from the couch, mouthing “Fix this,” at him as well. 

As he stared, Chloe flounced into the room, spared Adrien a spare glance, and then glared at Nino before turning back to leave. 

“Uh…”

Adrien shot up at the sound of Nino’s voice, rubbing his eyes. 

“Hey, Nino.” His voice was pitiful and small, and Nino felt his confusion grow. 

“Hey…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Alya interjected, glaring at Nino again. “He’s been crying here for an entire week because you told him the two of you aren’t friends. Any time I kiss Marinette or Chloe, he starts wailing. Fucking fix this already, Nino, I’m exhausted.”

Alya stood up, huffing as she followed after her girlfriends. Nino had the feeling she’d been waiting to do that for a week. 

“You’ve been crying because…”

“Stop it, Nino,” Adrien sniffled. “I get it, you hate me.”

Nino sighed dramatically, taking a seat next to Adrien on the couch. “When I said that I didn’t think we were friends, I meant that we were more than that.”

He took Adrien’s hand in his, placing a small kiss on it before looking him in the eye. 

Adrien stared for like 2 seconds before tackling Nino on the couch. “You mean like best friends?”

Nino felt his smile grow at his beautiful (hopefully) boyfriend. 

bounserr  asked:

"So how far down does this zipper go chat?" (ML prompt)

This one got a little longer than I expected, but I had a great time writing it. It does possibly get a bit suggestive at the end, but most of it is just Adrien being ridiculous.


“So, how far down does this zipper go, Chat?”

Adrien raised a brow. “That’s when you woke up?”

“Yeah, it’s the fifth dream I’ve had with him this week.” Nino sighed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Adrien shrugged, laying back on his bed and settling the phone against his ear. “I mean, he did save you from that akuma last week.”

“That doesn’t explain dreaming about him.”

“It might.” Adrien chuckled. “Maybe you feel like you owe him a kiss for being your knight in shining leather.”

“You know, I only told you this cause I felt guilty, and now you’re teasing me,” Nino grumbled.

“Sorry,” Adrien said, although he didn’t sound particularly guilty, “But, hey, maybe you’ll feel less guilty now.”

“I’ll feel less guilty when I stop dreaming about someone besides my boyfriend.”

“Maybe you can pretend I’m Chat Noir.” Adrien regretted it the instant he said it, but it was too late to take back now. He just had to hope Nino would laugh it off.

Nino did laugh, but then he followed it up with a suggestion Adrien never expected. “Yeah, you can wear a Chat Noir costume, and I can find a Ladybug one, so both of us can make out with our celebrity crushes. Sounds like a fun evening.”

Adrien’s mouth went dry. Despite moving on from his crush on Ladybug, he had to admit the idea of seeing Nino in spots was more than just a little appealing. “Are we…still kidding?”

Nino was quiet for a moment, then he hesitantly spoke, “We don’t have to be.”

Keep reading

Dating

(Because I cant handle not writing!!!! im sorry of its bad! im typing with only one hand…. based on this headcanon by @chatsanova)

Alya didn’t know when they had started dating, but she was happy. They were perfect for each other, it seemed they could read each other’s mind most of the time. Alya once watched as Adrien turned around to ask Marinette something, but before he could even ask? The designer held out a stack of papers to him; they were the notes he had missed while he was out on a photo shoot.

Keep reading

I’m Yours

Also on AO3
Directly follows “Deadly Sweet.”   This one did not come out as smoothly, so I’m hoping the edits made it better.


“Goodnight Maman, Papa,” Marinette called as she headed toward her room.

“Going to visit Chat?” her mother asked, knowingly.

Once her parents got to know the superhero, the teasing had changed, rather than letting up, and she hadn’t even told them about… whatever it was between them.  "I’m not sure,“ she replied, trying not to let any further hints by.  "I think he had something until after eight, so it depends on how tired he is.”

“If he stops by, see if you can pin down a game night,” her father asked.  "I dug out some of the old classic games we talked about last time, and I think he’d like them.“

Marinette nodded.  "I’ll ask him when I see him.”

“Great,” her father said.  "Gotta get to know the future son-in-law somehow.“

"What!?”  Marinette froze on the fourth step, turning to stare.  

“Honey,” her mother said, gently chastising.  "I told you she’s not ready to hear that yet.“  She patted his shoulder.

He smiled up at Marinette.  "Sorry Cupcake.  Just pretend I didn’t say that.”  He turned back to his wife, lowering his voice, but not quite enough.  "But we can talk about it, right?“

"You’d better believe it.”  Her mother winked and they wandered toward their room, each with one arm around the other.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Are you crying? adrienette if you can please

“Are you crying?” Adrien asked softly, coming up behind her.

Marinette giggled and turned her head. “Well, I’m not.” She shifted to the side to reveal a tiny black kitten crawling up her leg. It looked up at Adrien with bleary eyes and gave a shrill mewling cry.

“Holy cats, that is the cutest creature I have ever seen,” he breathed, folding to the floor beside her. “Is he yours?”

She shook her head. “I found him in the park at lunch. I looked around for any sign of his mother but I think he was on his own, poor little chaton.” She rubbed a finger down the kitten’s back. “I’m going to ask Ms. Bustier if it’s okay to keep him with me until free period so I can ask around and find him a home.”

“You aren’t going to keep him?”

“Can’t. We’re not allowed to have pets above the bakery.”

Adrien frowned. “What about Alya?”

“Allergic.”

“Maybe Nino could take him.”

“He doesn’t love cats,” she replied carefully.

“Right,” Adrien huffed. “His main flaw.”

“I thought about calling him Mini Chat,” Marinette smiled, bringing the kitten up to bump noses. “He reminds me of Chat Noir, you know?”

“I’m sure Chat Noir would be flattered,” Adrien flushed.

“He’s all awkward and complaining,” she continued, kissing the kitten’s head, “but endearingly cute.”

“You think Chat Noir is cute?”

Marinette’s cheeks darkened. “Oh…uh…well, I mean, doesn’t everyone?” she laughed nervously.

“Too bad you can’t ask Chat Noir to take him. I bet he’d like a little sidekick.”

She looked up, eyes bright. “Adrien, you’re a genius!” She carefully got up, cradling the kitten. “I’ll give him to Chat Noir. He usually comes by on Wednesdays anyway.”

“Wait, but I–”

“Ooo, there’s the bell. I need to go talk to Ms. Bustier before class.” She picked up her back. “Thanks again!”

Adrien sighed, watching her hurry away.

“You can’t keep that thing,” Plagg huffed.

He turned to the kwami, quirking an eyebrow. “Jealous?”


Prompt List :)

Buy Me a Coffee? <3

Catwalk

I had so much fun writing this!! Also, I’m so happy with the title?? Like it has so many angles that it works with the fic really well?? I’ll admit it was so hard to choose because so many of the fics by the author are fun and cute! This is a @thinkoutsidethelovesquare remix of Kissing Booth by @miraculousstorytelling

Big thanks to @defenestraa for being my beta reader they’re amazing <3

Anyway, hope you enjoy!


ao3 fanfic

Nino removed his glasses and pinched the lenses between the fabric of his shirt, rubbing vigorous circles on the glass as though clear glasses would help him hear better.

He grabbed Alya’s hand - which was draped around his shoulders - as he pushed his glasses back into place and swallowed hard. Alya was absently stirring the frappuccino she was supporting between her legs while sitting sideways on Nino’s lap and peering at him curiously.

“There’s no way,” Nino leaned forward, wrapping his arm around Alya’s waist.

Alya took a sip from her straw. “I thought so too, but then I remembered how incredible I am, so I planned it anyway,” she shrugged with a smile.

“What superhero in their right mind would go with this?”

“One that makes sacrifices for a good cause.”

“Yeah, but this is different… god, I don’t even wanna know what their lips are gonna feel like after all those hours. The lines are gonna be long as hell…”

“They’ll be fine. They’ll have breaks.”

“…And at that price, the lines will be worse than Disneyland rides. Seriously, one euro?! People would pay way more than that to kiss Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

Keep reading