Whumptober 14th - Better Than Ice Cream (Miraculous Ladybug)
Title: Better Than Ice Cream
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Prompt: Tear-stained
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agrest
Summary: Orange, mint, and raspberry could be a tasty combination. The solution to every love triangle should be polyamory, but sometimes it's just not that simple. Spoilers for Love-Eater.
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Adrien found her in the park by her house after the dust had settled, scrubbing at her face with an already tear-stained handkerchief. Of course he would come after her. He was considerate like that although, just this once, she wished he wasn’t. After leading Hawkmoth to Master Fu and screwing everything up with Chloé, she had very nearly forgotten breaking her own heart over Adrien. Nearly. She didn’t need the reminder on top of everything else.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently as he joined her on the park bench.
“I’m fine,” Marinette assured him with a tremulous smile that probably looked as fake as it felt judging by his worried expression.
“I’m sorry. I never meant to-” he trailed off and started again. “I don’t care what André says about too many flavors. Kagami and discussed it. I like orange andraspberry and she likes mint and raspberry too. We though, maybe-” he rubbed his neck nervously, then took a deep breath, and powered through “-we thought we could try it, the three of us together. If you’re interested.”
For a moment, Marinette’s heart soared. She’d been waiting so long, for Adrien to return her feelings. She wasn’t as big a fan of orange as he was, but she liked it well enough to try if it meant getting to spend time with him. There was just one problem.
“I kissed Luka.” And she couldn’t just throw him over on the same day. Not after she’d confided in him. Not after he’d comforted her. Not even for Adrien.
“Oh.”
The hopeful little smile fell from Adrien’s face. He looked down and, when he looked back up, his smile wasn’t as plastic as the one he wore for photoshoots, but it wasn’t quite real either. It was brittle, maybe, and a bit sad, kind of like Cat Noir’s had been the night she’d told him she was in love with Adrien. How was that for ironic? She might scream if he promised his undying friendship the way Chat had.
“Blueberry’s good. I-I’m glad you found a flavor you liked.” He squeezed her hand. “You deserve all the best ice cream.”
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Prompt: Tear-stained
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agrest
Summary: Orange, mint, and raspberry could be a tasty combination. The solution to every love triangle should be polyamory, but sometimes it's just not that simple. Spoilers for Love-Eater.
Read on AO3 or
Adrien found her in the park by her house after the dust had settled, scrubbing at her face with an already tear-stained handkerchief. Of course he would come after her. He was considerate like that although, just this once, she wished he wasn’t. After leading Hawkmoth to Master Fu and screwing everything up with Chloé, she had very nearly forgotten breaking her own heart over Adrien. Nearly. She didn’t need the reminder on top of everything else.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently as he joined her on the park bench.
“I’m fine,” Marinette assured him with a tremulous smile that probably looked as fake as it felt judging by his worried expression.
“I’m sorry. I never meant to-” he trailed off and started again. “I don’t care what André says about too many flavors. Kagami and discussed it. I like orange andraspberry and she likes mint and raspberry too. We though, maybe-” he rubbed his neck nervously, then took a deep breath, and powered through “-we thought we could try it, the three of us together. If you’re interested.”
For a moment, Marinette’s heart soared. She’d been waiting so long, for Adrien to return her feelings. She wasn’t as big a fan of orange as he was, but she liked it well enough to try if it meant getting to spend time with him. There was just one problem.
“I kissed Luka.” And she couldn’t just throw him over on the same day. Not after she’d confided in him. Not after he’d comforted her. Not even for Adrien.
“Oh.”
The hopeful little smile fell from Adrien’s face. He looked down and, when he looked back up, his smile wasn’t as plastic as the one he wore for photoshoots, but it wasn’t quite real either. It was brittle, maybe, and a bit sad, kind of like Cat Noir’s had been the night she’d told him she was in love with Adrien. How was that for ironic? She might scream if he promised his undying friendship the way Chat had.
“Blueberry’s good. I-I’m glad you found a flavor you liked.” He squeezed her hand. “You deserve all the best ice cream.”