It Would Have Been Cute If Adrien Had Kept That Pottery Wheel Marinette Gave Him In Season 4. He Seemed

It would have been cute if Adrien had kept that pottery wheel Marinette gave him in season 4. He seemed genuinely interested in it, and we could have had this delightful progression of ugly little armature pottery filling up the Agreste mansion from that point onward.

It could have started in Adrien’s room at first, with just a few little bowls and misshapen vases appearing on his coffee table and nightstand. But then by season five, they’re in the kitchen and living room. Eventually, they’re all over Gabriel’s studio because Nathalie knows that he hates the ugly little things, because they are mediocre products of a hobby that Gabe did not approve for his son, but he knows that if he says a word about it she will snap him like twig over one of her robot legs.

And then one day, Chat Noir gifts one of these little pots to Ladybug. Because she’s his best friend, but also because Adrien is seriously running out of space but is having too much fun with his pottery wheel to stop making them. And while Ladybug does give him a cursory speech about how they really shouldn’t be giving each other gifts, she accepts it, because it’s season 5, and she has a crush by this point. 

And depending on whether Adrien had gotten into glazing and firing his pottery by this point, maybe he even added a little yellow rose to the pot to symbolize friendship. And a little black cat, because you know. He’s him. (And the two would not be at all in proportion to one another.)

Then weeks later, when Adrien just happens to be hanging out at his girlfriend’s place, he happens to glance over at her sewing table and sees a familiar little pot holding a bunch of spare bobbins and fabric scraps. And then his head explodes. 

I thought it was the most hilarious thing that Adrienette's dynamic was

Adrien (platonic) loves touching Marinette and being in her personal space

While Marinette (romantic) can't handle touching Adrien on her own and can't help but recoil from him (tho ofc not all the time)

The Love Square as lyrics from TTPD songs: Fresh Out The Slammer

Adrienette: Ain’t no way I’m gonna screw up now that I know what’s at stake here

Marichat: Handcuffed to the spell I was under, for just one hour of sunshine

Ladynoir: At the park where we used to sit on children’s swings, wearing imaginary rings

Ladrien: All those nights you kept me going, swirled you into all of my poems

*i tried to be as accurate as possible*

adrien’s never been used to a lot of noise in the first place.

when he goes over to marinette’s place for the first time; its almost scary how differently they live. where he lacks, she always picks up. she fills in the silence when he doesn’t feel like talking and even more so when he cant. bouncing legs, pencils on paper, the rhythmic clicking of her sewing machine, background music because she can’t focus without it—adrien’s never been used to something other than silence. marinette makes music by just being alive. whenever they’re apart (which is never), they face time, and he listens to her hum while she sews him a jacket they worked on the design for together. full of spikes. she pricks her fingers constantly, and he’s always the one to bandage her up if he’s there (she’s too focused to stop). he walks around his empty house and feels less alone with her in his hand, even if its just on the phone. phones are made for talking, though, aren’t they? marinette never makes him feel like he has to. on bad days, neither of them have to. others, she sits him down and does his makeup. listens when he does talk. or offers to give him a piercing in which he inevitably agrees to because of course he’d let her stab him with a needle. he’d let her do anything, really. marinette’s just fine holding the eyeliner. or a needle. or his pinky finger while they walk. she hasn’t gotten used to the hand holding-thing yet.

Another miraculous ladybug fanfic up on AO3! In this one, Adrien reveals his secret identity as Cat Noir saving Marinette, and he has to go into hiding when Shadowmoth starts targeting them.

The Love Square as lyrics from TTPD songs: So Long, London

Adrienette: Just how long did you’d think I go? Before I’d self implode, before I’d had to go be free

Marichat: Had a good run, a moment of warm sun, but I’m not the one

Ladynoir: You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof

Ladrien: Stitches undone, two graves, one gun, you’ll find someone

*i tried to be as accurate as possible*