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“I like being a girl.”
“That’s the alcohol talking,” Marinette snorted.
“I’ve always been a li’l jealous,” Adrien admitted.
“... Of what?”
“That you get to be a girl,” Adrien murmured, “and I don’t.”
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When Marinette and Adrien host Girls' Night at their apartment, Adrien is easily welcomed to attend as "one of the girls"... but has a bit too much to drink. Some drunken confessions are spilt, some assumptions are made, and most of all...
Adrien is confused.
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Bookmarked by inuran
25 Dec 2024
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i already joined the ranks, but wow dude ((: this shit means sumn to me bruh
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“What do you mean I can’t be Ladybug anymore?”
“I’m sorry, Marinette. With Hawkmoth at large, it’s simply too dangerous for the Miracle Box and the Ladybug Miraculous to be in the same place. If something were to happen...”
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In which Marinette has to give up the Ladybug Miraculous, and decides Adrien Agreste is the perfect choice for the new holder.
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Marinette and Chat Noir get caught up—in the rain and in each other.
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“Marinette,” he says, taking her hands in his. “I realized that you’re not just a friend to me. I’ve always felt like you were more than that.”
Her eyes shine and a brilliant smile spreads across her face. Adrien glows with the warmth of it. She feels it too!
"Does that mean…?"
“It means I love you," he tells her softly. "Like a sister.”
Bookmarked by inuran
18 Dec 2024
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why wasnt this bookmarked before wtf? add it to the bedtime lineup
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Little orange lights dotted the Parisian night skyline like candles, each one casting out a little aura of warmth onto the streets below. People walked through the lit up sidewalks and paths talking and laughing loudly without fear or worry.
The city had found its hope again.
They had won.
Ladybug had recovered the butterfly and the peacock miraculous; the entire set, minus the ladybug and black cat, was safe and sealed away in her bedroom closet. There were no more akumas.
It should have been cause for celebration.
All of Paris had, in fact, celebrated.
Except for Ladybug.
She couldn’t.