#adrichat hell

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@adrichatnovember2020

Marinette still wasn’t totally sure how this had happened.

Yes she’d been the wedding planner, but she was half-convinced she was dreaming the whole time she worked to set it up. 

At first glance, it looked like a normal party. Balloons, streamers, tables with food (catered by a combination of her parents and Alya’s mom of course), even a turntable for Nino and a stage.

She didn’t know what the stage was for exactly. The wedding ceremony she guessed? Adrien had been pretty vague about why he needed it.

At least his reasons for needing the Mouse and Fox Miraculous were pretty clear. Using three Miraculous at once wasn’t generally advised, but he’d practiced while she was there to help, and it didn’t seem likely to be outright dangerous. Unlike when she’d used several Miraculous at once, he was only wearing the ones he needed, which should limit the exhaustion.

While she’d helped arrange most of it, such as setting up the tables, catering, inviting friends, etc., there were a few things Adrien had insisted on tending to himself.

Looking around, she frowned. Adrien had insisted on inviting Luka personally; so where was he?

*strumming noises*

Ah, must be Luka! Different guitar than usual, but he did have… some… variety…

Her jaw dropped.

Luka strode onto the stage wearing a giant top hat, a monstrosity of a green suit, blue sunglasses, and… was that a red rose in his lapel? Well she knew what Adrien had contributed to the ensemble.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally,” Lukaler belted out, playing the guitar while he sang.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just following my destiny.”

...Marinette felt like she should’ve seen this coming. She didn’t know HOW she was supposed to see it coming, but she should have.

As Lukaler continued the song that she was sure would be playing incessantly in her head for the next month, many of her friends who had initially just stopped and stared, shrugged and started dancing instead.

Lukaler finished singing his signature song, abruptly changing it to “Here Comes the Bride”. 

Chat Noir approached the stage, wearing a modified version of his suit, turning it into a leather dress. Could’ve used some more color to it, but Plagg did what he could.

Meanwhile, Adrien approached from the other side, wearing the fitted suit Marinette had modified. Though she’d had to REfit it once they both realized that in reality, he’d still be wearing his Chat Noir suit underneath it.

Figuring out how to pull this off was a little tricky. They could’ve just had one be an illusion of course, but then they’d go POOF super easily, plus they wouldn’t really still be Adrien. 

The Mouse Miraculous solved the duplication problem, but then Adrien wouldn’t exactly look like ADRIEN, would he?

Ultimately he ended up using all three Miraculous - the Mouse so he could be in two places at once, the Black Cat so he could be Chat Noir, and the Fox to disguise that he was transformed using the Mouse as both Adrien and Chat Noir. 

“Do you, Chat Noir, take Adrien to be your husband, through good times and bad, through sickness and through health, through whatever trials and tribulations may await you, ‘til death do you part?”

“I do,” Chat Noir said, eyes trained on… wait, was Adrien seriously blushing? Maybe it was just an illusion, but… at this point, she didn’t want to know.

“And do you, Adrien, take Chat Noir to be your husband, through good times and bad, through sickness and through health, through whatever trials and tribulations may await you, ‘til death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Then I pronounce you-” Lukaler strummed his guitar, “partners for life!”

Chat Noir gently lifted Adrien up in a bridal carry, bringing him closer, the sun playing on their hair so they almost appeared to be glowing with marital bliss, until they locked in a passionate kiss.

Marinette ducked her head, trying to deal with the VERY confused emotions going on inside of her.

Lukaler launching into a song to the tune of “Biggering” about the importance of self-love and breaking free from abusive influences was NOT helping.

But…

Looking at all her friends dancing and clapping, having fun, getting together for the first time since Hawkmoth’s defeat?

Maybe “confusing” was okay.

...she still wanted to know why Luka just happened to have a Onceler outfit available at the drop of a hat though.

“STOP!”

Marinette’s head swiveled to the voice, along with the rest of the crowd.

A boy stood at the side of the stage wearing one of those Viperion costumes that’d been gaining popularity lately, complete with…

...Ok after this was over she was going to find whoever was making these rubber masks and try to find a way to make them less nightmare-inducing. She didn’t even want to know what her own mask would look like.

(Yes she did)

(It’d be great for pranking her Kitty later)

“Lukaler, Lukaler, my dude Lukaler,” Ninoperion opined (no one else said “dude” as much as he did; she’d have to talk to him about breaking that habit while in disguise, or else Alya wouldn’t be the only one to figure out his secret identity). “I have loved you from afar for so long, have counted every day that goes by without your presence, longing only to set eyes on you once more. I- I dare not to ask, for I am simply a superhero, and you? You are an icon, rising from the ashes, never able to be killed (as much as some may have tried) but simply reincarnating in a new form, but- would you marry me?”

What.

What even.

Lukaler strutted over to Ninoperion, gently cupping his chin in his hands, tilting it upwards. “I have been watching you too,” he purred, “You underestimate yourself, for I have always loved you.” He strummed a few chords on his guitar. “Let us make sweet music together!”

NOPE.

Marinette spun around, walking back home.

“Hey, where are you going?” Chat Noir shouted at her.

“TO BED. WAKE ME UP WHEN THE WORLD MAKES SENSE AGAIN!”

“Do you think we overdid it?” Adrien wondered.

Ninoperion shrugged. “Alya’s taping this, she can catch Marinette up later. In the meantime, we have a second wedding to get underway!”

This is it guys. This is what this blog is about. Not my writing, not my drawings, not the things I reblog.

It's adrichat.

I hate you all.

(with the sweet exception of @15megapixels-mlb who tags me for things I never get to do but appreciate nonetheless)

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@adrichatnovember2020

Adrien studied himself, leaning in close enough that his breath misted on the mirror.

He frowned. “Hey Plagg, would you say my eyes look more like fresh grass on a spring day or like new-grown moss that’s just tasted the kiss of the sun?”

Plagg rolled his eyes, not looking up from his cheese bread. “Why would you want to compare your eyes to gross stuff like that? Now green cheeses, THAT’S romantic. Irish Green Wax Cheddar? Sage Derby? THOSE are worth swooning over. Moss and grass taste awful!”

“...I’m not going to ask how you know that.”

Adrien sighed. “I encouraged this whole Adrichat bonanza, I need to be able to write stories for it good enough to stack up to what the rest of Paris will churn out!”

Technically it’d been several months since the… incident, but it only felt like a couple of weeks.

The whole city had been sent reeling by the events.

No one moreso than himself.

At least no one blamed him. He was pretty sure Ladybug would’ve had their head if they did. (She’d been extremely protective lately, but not like Gabriel had been. Not that he’d truly been protective at all - he’d proven THAT well enough.)

But the pitying looks weren’t great either, even if they were better than the scorn and vitriol he’d initially feared arising.

So when a random person on social media suggested that maybe Chat Noir could provide Adrien with the romantic healing he needed, he’d jumped on it.

Initially the user had been berated for being highly insensitive - not least because Adrien very publicly had a girlfriend he was head-over-heels for - but after he’d reached out to them and told them and the rest of the world that he was on board, the whole city had jumped on the chance to have a little fun, and to show their support by doing something that made everyone feel better, and just to take their minds off of what had happened.

Probably not what his therapist had MEANT when she’d assigned him the homework of practicing more self-love, but hey, if it worked, it worked.

Slowly he began to type.

@adrichatnovember2020

Adrien stared at the prompt.

His father? Seriously?

But… hm.

Maybe… maybe it could be good?

He hadn’t spoken to his father since his arrest.

Since he last saw him, glaring at Adrien and saying the worst, most hurtful things he could.

At least he hadn’t had his cane on him at that point.

Hadn’t had an akuma waiting in the wings.

No; his father just wanted to hurt him for the sake of hurting him.

Adrien shuddered. This line of thought wasn’t going anywhere.

Maybe… maybe dealing with him in a story would be easier. Better.

Slowly, he began to type.

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He would skin that cat if he came anywhere near his son again!

Oh, Adrien had denied it time and time again, but he’d seen Chat Noir coming and going from Adrien’s bedroom window repeatedly. He knew the truth.

Yet every time he opened the door, it was JUST Adrien there.

What, was he hiding in the vents?!

Hmm…

After retrieving a ladder and checking them, he concluded that no, he probably wasn’t, they were too small.

Plus they were COVERED in dust.

Like SO much dust.

Were the vents even WORKING, considering the amount of dust in them?!

Continuing to sneeze as he had for the last several minutes, he reconsidered his options.

Ok, so where else could he hide?

The cabinets?

He opened one.

And got hit with a noseful of the worst stench he’d ever smelled.

If Chat Noir could survive THAT, he deserved to get to be with his son. 

*vrrrrrrr*

Thinking quickly, he dived underneath Adrien’s bed.

BLECH. More dustbunnies.

That’s it, the world was conspiring against him.

Footsteps.

The trademark sound of Chat’s staff retracting.

And two sets of shoes in his field of vision: One black, one orange.

“Oh Chat Noir,” he heard his son exclaim, “you must hurry and leave, for my father might find you here, and who KNOWS what might happen then?”

“But my little angel,” Chat Noir purred back, (Gabriel held in a shudder), “how will I survive the long hours without your presence, the light you bring to my life?”

The shoes moved closer, until they were practically on top of each other. “It is I who will suffer more!” his son exclaimed. “Without your purrs, your air of mystery, your suave and sophisticated demeanour, yet all while retaining the most high-quality pun collection in Paris, how will I live?”

“Oh, Adrien…”

“Oh, Chat Noir…”

NOPE.

Emerging from underneath the bed like a rubber toy that was stretched too dar, snapping back into place, he pointed a finger at Chat Noir, the INTRUDER. “HANDS OFF MY SON YOU MISCREANT!”

Gasping dramatically, Chat Noir flung himself in front of Adrien. “But I love him! He’s the sun to my moon, the light to my shadow, I’ll wither and die without him!”

“And I as well!” Adrien flung himself in front of Chat (and nearly into his father). “Father I will keel over without him! WIthout his charming voice, his bravery, his wit-!”

Ugh.

Teenagers.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Gabriel SIGHED. “Just… just keep it down.”

He was NOT up to dealing with this.

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Chat grinned as his father closed the door.

“Trixx, let’s rest” he whispered.

Trixx came spiraling out of his necklace, the fake Adrien disappearing with him.

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@adrichatnovember2020

Adrien breathed raggedly, curled up in a tight ball.

Everything he thought he knew had shattered.

His father - a supervillain.

His mother - alive, but in a coma.

His father’s assistant, the woman he’d thought, he’d hoped, may become his stepmother - an accomplice.

The only member of his household - at this point he wasn’t sure “family” was the right word - who he hadn’t had some major revelation about was Gorilla.

Not that it was only more recent times that he’d had to reconsider.

His father’s “protectiveness” suddenly seemed a lot less like an effort to ensure his safety and a lot more like a method of control. His willingness to prevent Adrien from taking part in activities with his friends, his lashing out whenever Adrien questioned him or showed emotions - those weren’t signs of simply a grieving husband, but of an abusive father.

Adrien lifted his head.

But there were some things he hadn’t been able to control. Some ASPECTS of himself his father couldn’t tame.

Chat Noir.

Chat Noir got to be funny, awkward, a clown at times. He could get mad or frustrated, even a little mean and unfair. He could be free! Have friends! Be respected for something he was proud of, rather than something he was forced to do! And he didn’t have to worry about being punished if he did something wrong. While there was someone he looked up to, someone he cared about a lot and who he relied on the opinion of, Ladybug didn’t just dictate to him - she listened to him as well. It was a two-way relationship, one based on mutual trust and affection built up with time and experience - unlike with his father, which simply relied on the idea that Gabriel WAS his father, that they shared that blood and legal relationship, rather than because it was earned.

Chat Noir got to be everything he had to hide, got to have what Adrien craved.

...he was actually a little jealous of himself.

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@adrichatnovember2020

One day a baby was born; Prince Adrien.

His eyes smoldered, his hair bright as sunshine, truly he brought light to all who saw him.

That wasn’t a metaphor. His hair and eyes were literally on fire.

Not ALL the time, thankfully - that would have made things… difficult, when needing to be taken care of, but more and more often as he grew older, as his power grew out of control. 

Made it difficult for him to get close to people, with them not being able to look at him directly for very long without going blind. 

Many, many miles away, another Prince was born.

This one was covered with an aura of mystery, of darkness, of the light footfalls of a cat and the grace of the moon.

Some of those WERE metaphors, but he DID actually have an aura of darkness cloud around him that made him difficult to see, except for his reflective eyes that almost seemed to glow when the light hit.

He also had cat ears and a cat tail, but few people knew about those, being unable to see them most of the time.

These two princes grew up as best they could, causing mischief but trying not to cause much beyond that (which was more difficult for Adrien. Fire was like that.)

Until the day all of the young princes and princesses in the area were set to meet for a ball.

Adrien wore his best fineries, which included a lot of heat and flame resistant materials. He’d learned those were the best things to wear the hard way.

(At least that seamstress, Marinette, hadn’t been too put out by some of her hard work going up in flames. He’d become very attached to her since then. She was a very good friend.)

He’d expected to be the odd one out at the ball - hard to dance when your partner couldn’t handle the heat.

Except he wasn’t the only one people had to keep their distance from.

His eyes lit on the cloud of darkness raiding the buffet table.

And lit the cloud of darkness itself.

Revealing a suave young gentleman with soft cat ears, a leather suit, and a mischievous grin.

Adrien’s heart stuttered.

Chat Noir looked around, seeming as shocked as he was by the new developments-

And just as entranced by the stranger’s eyes.

In a daze, they approached each other, until-

Their hands intertwined.

The fire and light in Adrien met the darkness and calm of Chat Noir, merging, mixing, fusing in a maelstrom-

Until it faded to reveal the both of them, their powers properly under control for the first time in their lives.

On their own, each was unbalanced.

But together?

Together their true power was revealed.

Also their true appearances. The Royal Artists for both their households were pretty thrilled at FINALLY being able to get a good look at their subjects.