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Adrien approached the school with an energetic grin. He took on Marc’s advice to change the civilian names in his fan fiction before posting it and was wildly happy with the positive feedback he had received from the online community over the past week for his ‘OC’ Marion and her complicated relationship with Ladybug. Apparently he had a way of capturing the lesbian experience of yearning and obliviousness. How he got the skill he had no idea, he just wrote from what he knew. His smile faltered as he recalled one particular comment.
“OMG poor Ladybug! It’s so clear that Marion has feeling for her by the way she acts around her! If Ladybug could just see it they could be so happy :’(”
He hadn’t meant to make it seem like Marion had feelings back for Ladybug, it was meant to be a one-sided pining work. A lot of commenters said something similar, so he knows he must have done something funny while writing without realising. Or maybe the way Marinette acts can be easily misinterpreted as romantic. It would explain why so many people he knows have developed feelings for her at one point or another. Besides the obvious reasons of how sweet and talented she is, not to mention how cute her little smile is.
Luka is so lucky to have a girl like Marinette.
Speaking of lucky, Adrien smiled wider as he saw Marc and Nathaniel huddled together just past the doors to the school. He was a little jealous of how perfect they were together. An illustrator and a writer, working together to make wonderful adventures. They reminded him of Ladybug and himself, only for them their love wasn’t unrequited.
“Hey you two! What’s up?” Adrien greeted warmly, only to be immediately startled by both of them jumping half a metre in the air, yelping.
“Nothing! We didn’t do anything!” Nathaniel squeaked out, looking incredibly nervous for someone who had apparently done nothing.
“Okaay…” Adrien responded, watching the pair squeeze together, hiding Nathaniel’s tablet behind their backs. It seemed like Nathaniel and Marc were really embarrassed about whatever they were looking at, so he decided not to push it.
“Anyway, I just wanted to thank you Marc. The advice you gave really helped and people have been really responsive to my work! I can’t believe it blew up the way it did!” Adrien thanked, beaming at the writer.
“Sounds like he doesn’t know about his new competition.” Nathaniel snickered under his breath to Marc, who in turn elbowed him to shush.
“Ignore him! A-And don’t mention it! Was no problem to help out a friend.” Marc replied, plastering a friendly smile over their face. Adrien felt himself give a relaxed smile back.
I wonder if Marinette and I had a kid they’d look like Marc…wait, WHAT was that?!
Adrien’s eyes blew wide open and his smile dropped at the thought. He couldn’t think of stuff like that. Marinette was with someone else, but even if she wasn’t, it still was not appropriate for him to imagine having babies with his friend. After mumbling something incoherent about having to go, Adrien paced away towards the classroom. Taking deep, steady breaths, he felt himself calm down just in time to open the door to his classroom, ready to leave all scandalous thoughts of his friend behind him. Entering the room, he was surprised to see that Marinette was on time for once, sitting next to Alya who was engrossed with something she was reading on her phone.
“This is amazing, Marinette. I can’t believe you actually did it. I would kill to watch sunshine react to this.” Alya commented through downright devious sounding giggles. With that, Marinette looked up and noticed he was standing there. As her expression shifted into a mischievous grin, Adrien couldn’t help but feel both nervous and intrigued.
“Your wish is my command!” Marinette replied, plucking her phone back from Alya and walking over to Adrien.
“Girl, what – ”
“Hey Adrien, I have something I’d like you to have a look at.” Marinette requested in a sweet way that just seemed suspicious after the expression she had just been wearing.
“It’s a piece of creative writing that I’m very interested in getting your opinion on.” She continued, scrolling up on her phone before handing it over to him.
“OH MY GOD!” Alya shouted in disbelief, somewhere stuck between shock and joy.
Why do I feel like I am in danger?
“Okay then. I’ll just sit down to read it then.” He agreed before walking over to his desk and doing just as he said.
“Hey dudes, what’s u – ” Nino’s greeting was suddenly cut off by Alya shushing him frantically. Adrien couldn’t help but worry that Alya actually would kill someone to watch him read whatever Marinette wrote.
“How dare she say I'm not a ten! I'm going to round up every ten I find and steal their attractiveness, starting with Adrien Agreste!” Screamed the akumatised victim.
“That can’t be good.” Adrien thought out loud. Glancing around, he winced as he recalled that the current shoot location was a particularly tall building's rooftop, so his only chance of getting away was the fire escape door. Luckily it was being propped open. Unluckily the akuma was standing between it and Adrien. As the akuma closed in on him, he found himself backing into the corner of the roof.
“Hmm...or maybe it would be better to just kill every ten. That way I don’t have to change to be the hottest man she knows!” The akuma contemplated, before jolting suddenly towards Adrien and picking him up by the lapels and holding his upper body over the edge.
“Let’s see how pretty you are when you’re dropped from a height of two hundred metres.” The akuma chuckled darkly, before suddenly letting go of his shirt. Adrien only had a few moments to clench his eyes shut and contemplate everything he had missed out on in life before his free fall was interrupted by a warm, firm chest. Prying his eyes open, he was greeted by shiny black leather, peachy lips pulled into a smirk, and a pair of stunning green cat eyes framed by a black mask and wild blonde locks.
“So this is the great Adrien Agreste that everyone is purring about.” Chat Noir commented, his intense eyes scanning up and down Adrien’s body like an apex predator. An uncontrollable shiver ran down his spine. Even as Chat Noir looked away, Adrien couldn’t help but focus on the hero’s eyes and expressions, completely mesmerised by each twitch of a muscle. Adrien flinched as he felt a sudden jolt, realising that the leather-clad hero had been climbing the side of the building and had now reached the roof all while Adrien had been distracted. He felt his stomach drop as he realised this meant that Chat Noir will probably put him down now. Was it a bad thing that he didn’t want to let go? That he wanted to keep feeling the flexing muscles beneath the suit and the warm that the hero radiated?
“Chat Noir! Get Adrien out of here now! I'll make sure the akuma doesn’t follow.” He heard the voice of Ladybug command. Usually Adrien would snap at the chance to gaze upon Ladybug in all her beauty and glory, but something was making him keep his attention on her partner. Chat Noir nodded at her with a grin.
“One Prince Charming safe and sound coming right up.” He responded, before shifting Adrien’s position so that he could wrap he legs around his waist and his arms around his shoulders, freeing the hero’s arms to be able to vault away. The wind whipping around them was sharp and exhilarating, and despite how dangerous it was Adrien couldn’t help but revel in how freeing it felt. Was this how Chat Noir felt every time he ran across the rooftops of Paris? What wouldn’t Adrien give to feel this every day. Too soon, Chat Noir stopped at a rooftop that was apparently far away from the fight to be safe. The hands on Adrien’s hips seemed to be a signal to get down and Adrien reluctantly obliged, appreciating the hands that stabilised him as he wobbled on his feet. Once Adrien was sturdy enough on his own feet, Chat Noir let go and began backing away and Adrien immediately felt a chill fall over his body as he lost contact. Chat Noir was about to leave, so this was his chance to say something, anything to try and get him to stay a moment longer.
“Th-Thank you for saving me.” Adrien fumbled out, cheeks heating up as Chat Noir’s eyes lingered on him. Chat Noir’s lips curled into a charming grin.
“Come on, as if I could ever let anything happen to the face of Paris. Besides, I think daddy Agreste would skin me if I did.” The hero smoothly replied. The thought of referring to his father as “daddy Agreste” made Adrien’s nose scrunch up with disgust.
“Ew, please don’t call my father that.” Adrien complained, winning a gorgeous laugh out of the hero.
“Would you prefer I call you daddy?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. As the suggestion whirred around in Adrien’s head, he couldn’t help but become aroused by the idea of the leather-clad hero calling him “daddy”, crawling at him while purring.
“Yes!” Adrien blurted out uncontrollably. Realising what he had said, his eyes grew wide with panic. Looking at Chat Noir, his face mirrored his own, eyes widening in surprise and mouth forming a supple ‘o’ shape.
“O-Oh.” Chat Noir stammered out, a blush spreading rapidly from his cheeks across his face and down his neck. Just like that, Adrien’s panic melted away, quickly replaced by devious joy. It appeared that when it came to flirty, suggestive comments, Chat Noir could dish them out but he couldn’t take them. With new found confidence, Adrien slinked closer to Chat Noir wearing the smoulder he got paid the big bucks for.
“Please be careful in this fight, Chaton. The akuma is willing to kill a ten, so who knows what he’d do to a thirteen.” Adrien warned in the smoothest voice he could muster, raising his hand to gently cup Chat Noir’s cheek and brush it with his thumb. The hero’s blush grew darker, mouth opening and shutting several times before he was able to actually speak.
“Th-Thirteen? Do you mean that, or was it just a joke about bad luck?” Chat Noir questioned nervously, eyes shimmering with hope. Adrien chuckled lowly before leaning in close enough for their noses to touch.
“Both, mon beau.” Adrien answered, before finally pressing their lips together.
Just when Adrien thought it was over, he scrolled down to see that an illustration of the final moment of the fan fiction was attached at the bottom of the chapter. To say it was weird to see an image of him kissing himself would be an understatement. As he lowered the phone out of his line of sight, he realised that his mouth was dry and he had begun sweating profusely. Did Marinette often imagine him kissing his alter ego? How far did those fantasies go? At that thought, he encountered a new problem.
Down boy! Stop thinking about Marinette thinking about us like that! That’s not appropriate!
He shifted his weight awkwardly and looked up at Marinette to suss out if she could tell what Adrien Jr was up to in his pants. It was only when he saw the downright incriminating smirk on her face that he remembered that she went there first, and had no right to get mad at him for his mind going to the gutter.
“So, what did you think?” She asked, her voice somehow sounding innocent while her expression remained devious. He hated how cute he found it.
“I think he liked it a lot, judging by how he’s flying at half-mast by reading that alone.” Alya chimed in, expression just as satisfied as Marinette’s. Adrien jumped as he remembered other people were in the room.
Oh no! She thinks this is from the story!
“Wait, no! It’s not like that!” Adrien blurted out in a panic, eyes blowing wide open as his cheeks heated up from embarrassment. He didn’t need anyone thinking he was into reading stories about himself.
“Damn, Marinette! How did you know Adrien was so into Chat Noir before me? I’m usually the first to know whenever someone has the hots for one of the heroes.” Alya laughed, jabbing an elbow into Marinette, who was chuckling darkly as she kept her eyes on him.
“No! I don’t have the hots for Chat Noir!” He whined. Marinette snorted.
“Of course you do. Why else would you go on about how cool he is every time he gets brought up? The only other people who are as obsessed with him as you are Nino and Chat Noir himself. That cat’s ego is so big, he even told me once that he could fall in love with himself!” Marinette countered, looking at him with knowing eyes. All too knowing eyes…
“…Fuck.” Adrien groaned, slumping in defeat. Ladybug was going to be so pissed when he told her someone found out his identity. Alya let out an excited gasp.
“I knew it! You totally do have the hots for Chat Noir!” She exclaimed victoriously. Adrien winced.
Yeah, I can see why she’d come to that conclusion.