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ladrien crumbs? in my adrinette fic??? It's More Likely Than You Think

btw this is still about Thought You Should Know! Final chapter ft. ladrien softness comes out soon👀

ladrien crumbs? in my adrinette fic??? It’s More Likely Than You Think

When you know EXACTLY what goes next but now HOW to write it:

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Thought You Should Know

The fact that I almost posted chapter 2 of this fic on 2's day and *didn't* will haunt me forever, but alas, the booster shot kicked my ass for a full week. But here we are! As promised it's finally time for son boy to get hugs.

Word count: 2,670 (Chapter 2)

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Ship: Love Square (Mainly Adrinette)

Warnings: None

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(Chapter 1)

Chapter 2: An Attic Bedroom in the Middle of Paris

“Sorry about the mess… As I said: sewing project!” Marinette moved several sheets of paper from her chaise longue to her desk as Adrien closed the attic door quietly behind them.

To give her some credit, it did kind of look like a small fabric store had exploded inside. There were pieces of fabric, large and small, scattered over every available surface, as well as paper sheets and scraps with different drawings and measurements. A mannequin with what looked like a half-finished blouse pinned on it sat in a corner of the room, and Marinette had a small pin holder attached to her belt.

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Thought You Should Know

The fact that I almost posted chapter 2 of this fic on 2’s day and *didn’t* will haunt me forever, but alas, the booster shot kicked my ass for a full week. But here we are! As promised it’s finally time for son boy to get hugs.

Word count: 2,670 (Chapter 2)

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Ship: Love Square (Mainly Adrinette)

Warnings: None

Read on AO3

(Chapter 1)

Chapter 2: An Attic Bedroom in the Middle of Paris

“Sorry about the mess… As I said: sewing project!” Marinette moved several sheets of paper from her chaise longue to her desk as Adrien closed the attic door quietly behind them.

To give her some credit, it did kind of look like a small fabric store had exploded inside. There were pieces of fabric, large and small, scattered over every available surface, as well as paper sheets and scraps with different drawings and measurements. A mannequin with what looked like a half-finished blouse pinned on it sat in a corner of the room, and Marinette had a small pin holder attached to her belt.

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Thought You Should Know

In which Adrien Agreste discovers something he wishes he had not.

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Before anything else I would like to thank @marinoodles for gently peer pressuring me into actually finishing this one jskdjf. Anyway, happy (late) Valentine’s Day! Here’s chapter one of the fic I’ve been writing for One Million Years! (if I don’t post it now, canon will eat it. enjoy!)

Word count: 3026 (Chapter 1)

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Ship: Love Square (Mainly Adrinette)

Warnings: Description of a mild(-ish) panic attack

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(Chapter 2)

Chapter 1: An Incomplete Study of Adrien Agreste’s Worst Nightmares

The harder the signs got to ignore, the more Adrien wished he had never started looking.

He had blamed Felix for it, at first. For making him doubt and search in places he never would have thought about twice before his cousin slipped him a picture of his father with the butterfly and peacock Miraculous, drawn one over the other on top of his scarf in glittering silver ink. “Thought you should know” scrawled on the back with the same pen.

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“This is about maximizing👏reader👏pain👏”

true thing i said out loud while proofreading.

Me: I should really continue writing that novel...

Also Me: ah yes. the novel. my original writing. the project i am writing with an original story. my OCs that I put in my story. the NaNoWriMo project. That novel?

Me: YES THAT NOVEL

Also me: Yeah ok cool. *proceeds to write yet ANOTHER mlb fic that came to me in a dream*

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really pushing for the adrinette fic to get out of wip superhell

I am so perplexed by the sentence i just wrote with my own two hands-

“He sighed and felt himself still smiling through the crusty salt trails of his dried tears”

Like I think it’s an alright sentence all things considered, but- it reads like it should be poetic but actually it is just deeply cursed in a way I cannot explain.