"So how far down does this zipper go chat?" (ML prompt)
This one got a little longer than I expected, but I had a great time writing it. It does possibly get a bit suggestive at the end, but most of it is just Adrien being ridiculous.
“So, how far down does this zipper go, Chat?”
Adrien raised a brow. “That’s when you woke up?”
"Yeah, it’s the fifth dream I’ve had with him this week.” Nino sighed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Adrien shrugged, laying back on his bed and settling the phone against his ear. “I mean, he did save you from that akuma last week.”
“That doesn’t explain dreaming about him.”
“It might.” Adrien chuckled. “Maybe you feel like you owe him a kiss for being your knight in shining leather.”
“You know, I only told you this cause I felt guilty, and now you’re teasing me,” Nino grumbled.
“Sorry,” Adrien said, although he didn’t sound particularly guilty, “But, hey, maybe you’ll feel less guilty now.”
“I’ll feel less guilty when I stop dreaming about someone besides my boyfriend.”
“Maybe you can pretend I’m Chat Noir.” Adrien regretted it the instant he said it, but it was too late to take back now. He just had to hope Nino would laugh it off.
Nino did laugh, but then he followed it up with a suggestion Adrien never expected. “Yeah, you can wear a Chat Noir costume, and I can find a Ladybug one, so both of us can make out with our celebrity crushes. Sounds like a fun evening.”
Adrien’s mouth went dry. Despite moving on from his crush on Ladybug, he had to admit the idea of seeing Nino in spots was more than just a little appealing. “Are we...still kidding?”
Nino was quiet for a moment, then he hesitantly spoke, “We don’t have to be.”
Adrien ran over to his computer, rapidly typing for a minute before answering him, “You know, there’s a shop down the road that’s still open. I’m pretty sure they sell costumes.”
“Wait.” There was a soft creak and Nino’s voice lowered to a whisper. “Are you serious?”
“I could be.” Adrien’s heart raced in the silence that followed, waiting for an answer.
Nino swallowed. “I can meet you there.”
“No need.” Adrien grinned and tugged on his shoes. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Only, Adrien hadn’t counted on the shop being sold out of Chat Noir costumes. He’d managed to grab the last adult-size Ladybug costume, but now he was faced with a dilemma. He couldn’t just ask Nino to put on a Ladybug costume without reciprocating, and now that he’d imagined Nino in the suit, he couldn’t stop imagining it.
“Do you know if anywhere else might have one?” he asked the shopkeeper, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.
“Maybe, but we’re the only place open at this hour.” She rang up the costume. “We’re getting more in tomorrow, though.”
“That’s okay.” Adrien deflated and paid for the costume he did find, racking his brain for another solution.
The second he stepped out of the shop, a positively dangerous idea occurred to him. He immediately vetoed the reckless suggestion, but as he walked towards Nino’s apartment, the thought wouldn’t leave. In fact, with each step, Adrien found that it sounded more and more reasonable.
He ducked into a side alley and looked down at Plagg. “So, how much Camembert will it take to convince you to transform me for a few hours?”
Plagg frowned up at him. “Are you serious?”
“I will buy you an entire cheese shop.”
“Some people could say this is an abuse of your power, you know.”
Adrien rolled his eyes. “Nino’s going to think it’s just a costume.”
“What are you gonna do if he figures you out?”
“He won’t.”
Plagg flew out to meet him at eye level. “And what if there’s an akuma attack?”
“Then I’ll figure it out!” Adrien glanced at his phone. “I’ve got three minutes to get there. Are you in or not?”
Plagg’s eyes narrowed. “How big is this cheese shop?”
“Plagg!”
Plagg sighed. “Fine.”
Adrien dropped the bag with the costume to the ground. “Claws out!” A brief green flash lit up the alley, and Chat Noir scooped up the bag with a grin.
Exactly fourteen minutes after ending his call with Nino, Chat Noir was at Nino’s front door, knocking and hoping none of his neighbors were looking.
Nino opened it in an instant. “Wow, a minute early. I’m impre…” His voice trailed off when he saw exactly who was standing in front of him. “Chat Noir?”
Chat Noir grinned. “Wow, this costume’s better than I thought if you really thought it was him.” He held up the bag. “I brought yours.”
“Adrien?” Nino’s eyes widened. “You look…” He swallowed as a blush rose to his cheeks. “Wow.”
Chat Noir stepped inside. “Glad you approve.”
Nino closed the door behind him. “Where did you change?”
“The shop.” Chat Noir tossed him the costume. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, mission accomplished,” Nino murmured, looking him over. He met Chat Noir’s eyes and frowned. “Okay, is that part of the costume?”
“Special contacts.”
“Really?”
Chat Noir nodded.
“Wow. You went all out.” Nino chuckled and headed to his room. “I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time.” Chat Noir paused and added on, “I mean... not too much time.”
Nino laughed from his room. “Hey, not all of us have perfected the ten-second outfit change, Mr. Model.”
“It’s all about practice, you know.”
After a few moments and a couple curses from behind Nino’s door, he finally stepped out. “Okay, well, yours fits way better.” Nevertheless, he struck a pose and grinned. “How does it look?”
Chat Noir stared. “Wow. It’s...” He stepped closer, eyes wide and voice soft with awe. “You look fantastic.”
“Thanks.” Nino blushed and fidgeted with the mask over his eyes. “Mine didn’t come with contacts, too, did it?”
“The glasses wouldn’t fit under the mask, huh?”
“Not really.” Nino placed a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “Good thing I already know what you look like.”
Chat Noir grinned and slipped an arm around Nino’s waist. “Well, if it helps, you look purrfect in spots.”
“Are you sure you’re not actually Chat Noir?” Nino teased.
“Purrhaps. You’ll just have to find out, won’t y-” Chat Noir was cut off, a breath away from kissing Nino when his baton started ringing.
Nino took a step back. “Is that...your baton?”
“I…” He had no idea how to answer. Honestly, of all the potential scenarios he’d imagined, a call from his partner had never even made the list. They never called each other unless… He winced. “Um… Give me a second?”
Nino watched as Chat Noir ran to a spare room.
“Hey, Ladybug, what’s-”
“We’ve got an akuma.” Ladybug stared up at him from the small screen. “It’s bad. I need your help.”
His stomach twisted as he nodded. There wasn’t any possible way to talk himself out of this situation, and he couldn’t even stay to discuss it with Nino. Ladybug was more than capable of taking down an akuma on her own now, so if she was calling him, that meant he needed to go to her immediately. He suppressed a groan, taking a second to wallow in self-pity at just how much this plan had backfired, then he stepped out and looked for Nino.
Nino had tugged off the mask and jammed his glasses on so he could study Chat Noir more closely. “You’re actually Chat Noir, aren’t you?”
Chat Noir looked down. “Yeah.”
“And, let me guess, that was Ladybug?”
“There’s an akuma.” Chat Noir rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry. I really have to go.”
Nino grimaced. “So, you’re just leaving after telling me this?”
“I’m sorry,” Chat Noir repeated softly.
Nino shook his head. “No, I get it. You have a supervillain to fight. I just…” He ran a hand through his hair. “This timing is awful.”
“I promise we’ll talk when I get back.”
Nino managed a small smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Describing the situation as “bad” had been the understatement of the century. Ladybug and Chat Noir barely managed to defeat the villain together, and after seeing the massive destruction left behind, Chat Noir was even more grateful for Ladybug’s restorative magic than he ordinarily was.
After a quick fist bump and a wave, he bounded off back to Nino’s apartment, landing on the balcony seconds later. The door was open, which was simultaneously touching and awkward. Chat Noir paused, wondering if he should knock or just step inside, given that he was clearly expected.
“You can come in, you know,” Nino called from the living room, mercifully ending Chat Noir’s dilemma. Nino had changed back into his pajamas while Chat Noir had been gone, leaving the Ladybug costume draped over the couch.
“Thanks.” Chat Noir stepped inside, wincing when his ring beeped. “Sorry to run out like that.”
Nino turned to look at him. “It looked like a tough fight.” The feed from Alya’s blog was still pulled up on Nino’s phone, though he shut it off when Chat Noir walked over. “Are you okay?”
Chat Noir nodded and sat beside him. “Yeah, the suits protect us from being hurt.”
“No, I mean, are you okay?”
“I…” Chat Noir slumped forward, resting his forehead on Nino’s shoulder. “I’ve been better.”
Nino gently patted his back. “Yeah?”
“It’s getting worse. Hawkmoth just keeps getting harder to beat. There’s only two of us, and he can just keep making villains. It’s exhausting.”
Nino hummed in agreement. “Sounds like it.”
“I hated hiding it from you, you know,” Chat Noir admitted, soft enough that Nino nearly missed it. “It was just safer this way.”
“I get it. It’s a secret identity for a reason.” Nino chuckled. “What I don’t get is why you thought coming over here as Chat Noir was a good idea.”
Chat Noir smiled and peeked up at him. “The shop was out of Chat Noir costumes. And… I guess I thought I could get away with it.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Maybe part of me wanted you to know.”
Nino shrugged. “It makes a lot of sense now that I do.”
“So, you’re not mad?” Chat Noir asked, hesitant to suggest it.
“About what?” Nino raised a brow. “The fact that you let me think I was dream-cheating on you? Or the fact that you flirted with me as Chat Noir?”
Chat Noir bit back a chuckle. “Both?”
“Well, lucky for you, I’m pretty forgiving when a guy saves my life.” He glanced down at Chat Noir’s ring. “Three pads left. That’s three minutes, right?”
Chat Noir nodded. “Yeah.”
“Great. Cause, I think I owe you a kiss. And…” Nino leaned in, fingers loosely wrapped around the bell attached to Chat Noir’s outfit. “I never did get to find out how far down this zipper goes...”
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Oh yeah as a head canon it's fantastic I love the thought of bad boy blanc, but personally I don't like the trope of protagonist turned antagonist in canon media, but that's just my opinion. And listen listen, I really like this show man if somebody's posting about it they're A-OK in my eyes.
Okay, no, yeah I can respect that. I personally have a thing for villains though, like. It’s bad, been a thing my whole life. My best friend went to Disney world and she brought back a mug with all the Disney villains on it that says “You’re wicked awesome” and I just. No one’s allowed to use it unless it’s a VERY special occasion. And I’ve always fallen for the Bad BoyTM in films (which is hilarious because I have such high standards in my normal life that I’m 21 and still haven’t had a date)
ANYWAY - I feel like if it WERE to happen, Hawkdaddy would do it justice. He’s done everything else amazingly well so far, that I feel like if it were to happen, it would be done tastefully.
Also, I adore pretty much this whole fandom. There’s like, zero ship wars. It’s amazing and I love it. Brings a tear to my eye sometimes.
The thought of my son being evilized scares me SO MUCH but it'd be a VERY interesting story arc for season 2. Also, no problem! Your blog is cool!!
My love for it though is like… More so in the fanfiction world, yeah he’s bad, but it’s less that he’s evil and more that he’s letting out his ‘bad boy’. And one’s where it’s Marinette who breaks him out of it and not Ladybug just WRECK me so hard.
(Also, once again thank you about my blog. It’s like, and extension of me. I literally forget that other people actually follow me and look at it.)
I'm sorry I've dived into the depths of your blog and liked random ML stuff. Please forgive
THIS IS LITERALLY MY FIRST ASK ABOUT ANYTHING TO DO WITH MY BLOG THAT I HAVEN’T INSTIGATED LIKE
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I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME HEY WASSUP HELLO oh my goodness you’re going to run away now but. You can still dive into my blog. I like the most random crap. Like, I go out and try to find EVERYTHING and get it on my blog, so. You’re welcome.
(OMG what did you think of all the Chat Blanc stuff earlier??)
