i know it's not an uncommon headcanon but it has rooted itself deeply into my subconscious
i just think it would be very funny if chat noir in his late teens to early thirties becomes a sex symbol and women and men both ranging from horny teens to sexually repressed house wives just can't get enough of him!! adrien laps it up, he flirts with the public, plays with his suit zipper on camera and ALWAYS has lip gloss or lip balm on hand to make his lips extra extra supple. there are posters and body pillows of him sold in sex shops! probably! adrien does not know he is assuming why would he check stop asking how he knows!
ladybug thinks it's hysterical and honestly quite disgusting! but she will tolerate it because she's happy to see her best friend focus his flirtations on anyone else but her for a change. (she loves it when he hits on her as marinette though, and chat loves the thrill of having a girl as incredible as marinette playing a little hard to get)
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Preview for Chapter 2, currently working on it and I may be able to have it posted by Thursday night! Gonna be a long chapter, and I am trying to make sure it is all correct! Go give my Ao3 a subscription I post on there at the same time as here but you will get notifications! ^.^
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He stood up and vaulted over and through the window to his old room, a movement that was still to this day so familiar and like second nature to him. He looked around at what remained of his teenage room, glass crunched under his steel toed boots, looking around at the destruction. The climbing wall was rubble, his basketball hoop broken in half and lying haphazardly on the floor, his bed broken, covered with pieces of his ceiling. The spiral stairs were in tatters, half of it in rubble on the floor and his library was completely missing, a giant hole replacing it. He couldnāt even recognize half of it anymore.
The rest of his room was covered in rubble and his old clothes strewn across the floor. Ā One thing that caught his eye was his old computer monitors, covered in soot and dust, the keyboard broken on the floor, the mouse nowhere to be seen. He walked over to it, looking at the main monitor and remembering when Ladybug was in here, smiling at the photo of his mom. He smiled at the memory. Wiping the monitor screen, leaving a hand mark, his anger and hurt bubbling to the surface.Ā
āYou did this.ā He whispered, clenching his fist. āYou ruined everything!ā He yelling, picking up the monitor and throwing it across the room with a roar, panting as he watched it hit the wall and crash to the floor, the sound echoing through the mansion. āWhy!?ā He screamed at no one, āwhy did you do this? Why father? To torture me more? To ruin my childhood more?ā He kicked his table, grabbing it with one hand and throwing it across the room like it weighed nothing. āYou kept me from people! Isolated me! Abandoned me! You never loved me!ā Tears stung his eyes, throwing the chair he spent so many nights sitting on studying to make his father proud at the broken piano, the clangs bringing him out of his anger, making him turn slowly, tears falling onto the dust ridden floor. His piano...
He slowly walked over to it, that was his motherās piano, memories of sitting on her lap, his small hands over hers as she played, smiling up at her beautiful face, so full of love and understanding. He dropped to his knees, looking at the wrecked piano in front of him. He wiped his face, not able to take his eyes off the bloody fingerprints covering the now grey keys. It was tainted now, the good memories stained by his own blood, from what his father did to him. His father ruined everything. His father...
āAdrienā¦ā He heard a soft whisper behind him, causing him to jump up and release his claws, the green glow from them lighting up his contorted, pain ridden face, ready to attack in his upset state. But when he saw who it was his claws retracted and he collapsed to his knees, loving arms catching him and pulling him into her chest, cradling him softly. āItās ok, mon cÅur! You are safe! You are loved, I will not ever let anything happen to you again. Iām here now.ā Soft hands stroked his hair as he sobbed, rocking him softly. āMaman is here now.ā
āsup, iām (kinda) back from the abyss of artblock and real life
But honestly, i couldnāt pass by the last ep. It was ADORABLE~
Here theyāre in their mid twenties, already figured out all of this secret identity crap a while ago and still madly in love, riding home after some quality holidays/patrols/whatevs. hope i pictured french subway at least close enough???
also, am i the only one who has problems viewing pictures/gifs at the tumblr app?
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There are parts I like about this and parts I donāt. I rushed it at the end because I wanted to get it posted but I also wanted to go to bed :P Anyway, the set up for many chapters to come has almost been complete so I think the pace will pick up in the coming chapters.Ā
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Ā Ā It had been an accident. She had been looking at Chat for what felt like a whole day and now expected to see him when she looked down. The mask and suit were gone though and in its place were clothes she saw wrapped around her favorite model not twelve hours earlier.
Ā Ā The mix of his long blonde hair floating in the golden water made his serene face look like an angel, resting his head in Mariās lap. She inhaled sharply to scream but caught herself, exhaled and stared extremely hard at his face, then inhaled to scream again.
Ā Ā āI know this must be shock for you but it would really be best for his health if you didnāt go too over the top.ā Master Fu was completely serious but Wayzz knew deep down he was holding in his laughter. Marinette nodded slowly, her wide eyes still taking in Adrienās faceā¦in her lapā¦that used to be Chat Noirā¦but was now Adrienā¦in her lap. It was as if eight years of friendly interaction and relationship building had gone out the window and she was the same fourteen-year-old girl that was foaming at the mouth in front of this one freaking guy. She kicked herself for being this way, thinking she was better than this. Surely, at twenty-two she had enough confidence in herself to not let this happen all over again.
Ā Ā Her heart beat eventually slowed down the longer she looked at his face, becoming so enamored in it that she didnāt realize Fu had started back to his healing chants. She could see it now, even with his face upside down in her lap. In Adrienās peaceful but guarded features was the slight upturn of his mouth, Chatās ever present smirk. His eyes, even closed, somehow looked more joyful and easy, not like ones that were weighed down by a neglectful father and childhood of depression. In these little ways, she pieced together Adrien and Chat until they werenāt one or the other. They were just this man that had spent the last eight years making her life better than it had ever been before.
Ā Ā Her heart was staccato again and she could feel the rush of heat to her face. The tips of her ears felt like they were on fire and her hands tingled. Her breath felt like it was too much and not enough all at the same time and for the first time that night, even through all the pain she had felt, tears fell from her eyes. They graced her cheeks before her head collapsed, resting her forehead on Adrienās as she continued to cry with a soft smile framing her tiny sobs.
Ā Ā Adrienās healing took much longer than Marinetteās. His multiple wounds especially but it seemed Plagg was also having a hard time as well. The hours ticked by and Master Fu jolted Marinette from her half-sleep at 4:00 am, who helped him get Adrien out of the bath. She had not moved from their foreheads resting together in many hours and felt so extremely sore and stiff that it was painful to move. Adrien seemed to be in another trance thanks to Fu and Mari was instructed to go and try to sleep some on the cot outside while Adrien was bandaged up and ehemā¦put in dry clothes. Marinette was so tired, having left her and Alyaās apartment almost 30 hours prior; she didnāt even blush at the thought. Her body sunk down onto the cot on the floor and her mind was gone, lulling her to sleep with the gentle humming in her ears that comes after crying too much.
Ā Ā When a few minutes later, something deliciously warm and soft lay down next to her, she didnāt hesitate pulling herself as close as possible, breathing in the smell of sage and cocoa butter.
Ā Ā Adrienās chest hurt so much it woke him up. It had begun in his dreams, standing alone in an alleyway under a dark sky with this stabbing, awful pain getting worse until his eyes open and he was temporarily blinded by sunlight. That seemed so out of placeāwhy was he sleeping during the day? What about his job? āHe tried to sit up to figure out the situation but he was stopped by a weight across his stomach. His eyes drifted down to a single arm, draped across his bare front and then a leg so viciously intertwined with his own that he gave up all hope of regaining control. Things so were so hazy as he tried to remember how he got in this situation and the dark hair of a head so deeply nuzzled into his side that it was impossible to see their features didnāt help matters. He attempted to move again only to stop when a question dawned in his mind as he felt coldness in the gap he made between them.
Ā Ā Do I really want to leave this?
Ā Ā It was suggestive, yes. Adrien would categorize it under Chatās Noirās thoughts but it was excessively tempting. He knew his body was in a lot of pain--that at least registered in all the confusion--but this person next to him so intimately made it impossible for him to feel tense. He felt so starved for this kind of touch that even though he didnāt have a clue who the person was, he found himself unable to move.
Ā Ā Then that person moved to close the gap between them and Adrienās chest seized so hard that he couldnāt breath because of the pain.
Ā Ā āPlaggā¦Oh my god, Plagg!ā Adrien wheezed, gripping his chest in pain while simultaneously searching around the room frantically for his Kwami. Ā āPLAGG.ā
Ā Ā āGeez, I hear ya.ā The little black Kwami surfaced from in between Adrienās feet under the sheets. āWhat?ā He looked as tired as Adrien felt but this couldnāt wait.
Ā Ā āWHY am I in bed with Marinette??ā Adrien whisper yelled, trying to get his breathing under control.
Ā Ā The Kwami shrugged. āI donāt know, why do you think youāre in bed with her?ā Adrienās mind raced.
Ā The party, Marinette dancing around the kitchen, the margaritas! Alcohol! I got so drunk that Iā¦
Ā Ā Ā Adrien shook his head rapidly. Plagg settled onto his chest to enjoy the show.
Ā No, thatās not it. Wasnāt there an Akuma?
Ā Ā Ā That sounded more in line with the flickers of memories Adrien was getting and when he landed back in the same alley he was dreaming about his thoughts stuttered. Had Marinette been there? It really was all a blur after running down an alley with Ladybug. His chest jumped again.
Ā Ā āIs Ladybug okay?ā He asked Plagg who nodded.
Ā Ā āOf course she is. She saved your butt if you ask me. Probably should have picked her for my miraculous holderā¦ā He trailed off and Adrien rolled his eyes, knowing that he was the only person Plagg tolerated now days.
Ā Ā Then how did Marinette get involved? Adrienās mind felt like a vat of syrup and he struggled to connect any logical thought. He continued to freak out at a suppressed level until Marinette moved again, stretching like a content cat and cracking her eyes open just barely enough to see the outline of Adrienās face. It was a very enjoyable show, if you asked Plagg. Marinette squeaked in surprise and attempted to pull herself from the bed, away from Adrien who had definitely not been there when she had gone to bed early this morning. Unfortunately, Marinette forgot that the cot they were sleeping on was on top of a small platform, which she fell off of ungracefully, pulling all the blankets with her. It ended up with Adrien sitting up painfully in bed to watch Mari untangle herself from the blankets in a twisted mess on the floor below him, all blush between the two.
Ā Ā āAre you okay?ā Adrien finally asked.
Ā Ā Marinette attempted to stand to get some distance from a shirtless Adrien but fell over awkwardly as her hurt leg gave out on her. Sometime in the night she had rubbed the bandage on her wound off so Adrien got a full look at the angry, red hole in her thigh.
Ā Ā āOh my God, Marinette! What happened?ā He looked horrified and Marinette tried not to imagine what he was going to think when he looked in the mirror himself. Black veins were webbed underneath the skin around his chest wound, which was right underneath his collarbone. The wound itself wasnāt as deep as Marinetteās was, probably due to Master Fu putting more effort into healing something so life threatening.
Ā Ā āIt was the Akuma.ā Marinette finally spoke, āit attacked us last night, remember?ā
Ā Ā Adrienās eyebrows knitted together in concentration. He looked so lost, and somewhat still asleep. Mari took a deep breath and slowly stood up this time. She made her way back over to the cot and gently sat down in front of Adrien. He was looking at her so strangely, like he was afraid.
Ā Ā āDo you remember that you got hurt?ā Marinette asked. Adrien shook his head slightly. āIt was really bad, Adrienā¦I donāt know if Iāve ever been so scared that you were going to die.ā
Ā Ā āBut you were hurt to? How? And where are we? How did we get here? Whereās Ladybug?ā Adrien asked in rapid fire, making Marinette stutter. Looking into his green eyes, which had lost some of Chatās freedom, Marinette made a decision she wasnāt one hundred percent sure on.
Ā Ā āI was walking by the Akuma attack that night. I thought maybe Alya would be there and wanted to make sure she was okay. There were a lot of screams and I ran down this alley, you were on the pavement, all bloody and out cold. Something got me then and I woke up a little awhile later with this stupid hole in my leg. Ladybug helped us to this old Chinese guyās place and he helped you get better. I donāt know who he really is.ā Inside she was cringing. It didnāt sound very believable but she couldnāt tell Adrien that she knew he was Chat. If the roles were reversed it would be such a shock. Ladybug and Chat Noir were their chances to let parts of themselves shine that would have otherwise never seen the light. She didnāt want to take that away from him.
Ā Ā āOh.ā He said blandly. He didnāt seem to be quite with it until he looked up into Marinetteās eyes. āYouāre okay though, right?ā
Ā Ā Marinette smiled so warmly even her eyes were bright and Adrienās breath hitched again. This was his friend. One of three people he could really and truly say that without a well.. or butā¦ He never dreamed that the girl who completely hated him the first day they met would stay up until two in the morning listening him go on and on about why he hated modeling and his father and eventually how much he missed his mother. Even Nino, who Adrien considered his best and first friend, hadnāt heard everything that Marinette had. The girl who sent him goofy pictures of her fellow fashion students and her to make him laugh and was definitely responsible for the secret stash of bakery goods he had at his flat. She had almost died and here she was smiling like they were having afternoon tea together, smiling like the sun had said hello, smiling like she did every time she saw him, and it nearly drove him mad. He wanted to be Chat in this moment, run his hand across her cheek and into her midnight hair. Tell her how dazzling she was with every fiber of his being and have her understand it because Chat could say anything. Adrien just smiled back, shrugging his shoulders awkwardly and chuckling when Marinette let a giggle loose.
Ā Ā āI donāt even know what day it is.ā He admitted, apologetically, as if that made up for his weird behavior. It didnāt seem like from her story that she knew anything about Chat Noir, which made things easier for him.
Ā Ā āI think itās Sunday at this point? Iām not sure thoughā¦ā Marinette was looking really hard at the wall behind Adrien to avoid looking at his bare chest throughout their whole conversation.
Ā Ā āIt is in fact, almost Sunday afternoon.ā Master Fu said as he opened the screen door behind the pair. āIām glad to see you are feeling better, Mr. Agreste.ā
Ā Ā āAh, yes!ā Adrien sputtered, looking around for Plagg a little too late. The Kwami had hid the moment Marinette had awoken but Adrien was mentally slapping himself that he didnāt think of it sooner. He was way to comfortable around Mari for his own good. āThank you so much for helping me and my friend.ā
Ā Ā Master Fu was all smoothness and hospitality, wrapped up in what could have been a experienced acting career. Adrien didnāt suspect a thing through the rest of the afternoon that it took to re-bandage and clean the pairās wounds. By the time they were walking out the door the two were practically married but Adrien had no idea that they had met before.
Ā Ā āI canāt believe you just spent an hour talking in Chinese to a random old guy.ā Marinette grumbled as they very slowly made their way down the sidewalk. The both had been even a very bitter, green tasting juice before leaving which lit a fire down their throats and in their steps. It should give you enough energy to make it home but make sure you rest for the next couple of days to promote healing, Fu sounded like he was giving ancient wisdom over a glass of pulverized grass.
Ā Ā āI donāt have many opportunities! If only you would learnā¦ā Adrien raised his eyebrows suggestively at Marinette, who only saw the Chat-ness of this and had to look down. To anyone walking down the street, they looked like any other couple, Adrienās arm draped over her shoulders, holding her closely with her warm arm attached around his hip. What the random onlooker didnāt realize was that they were each otherās own incognito crutch. This was why Marinette couldnāt get the space she needed when Adrien pulled a Chat and was left a red tomato for the rest of the walk to Adrienās flat. When they finally made it, Adrien immediately called a car for Marinette to be taken across town to her own flat.
Ā Ā Ā āWait, why didnāt we just take one toā¦ā
Ā Ā Ā āIt was just down the street.ā Adrien explained, āplus Iā¦I like walking with you.ā
Ā Ā Marinette had to get into the car another shade of red darker but Adrien was smiling as he waved her goodbye. She blushed which meant he at least got something through with his horrible communication skills. Mari threw he head back against the leather seat and sighed. At least now she had time to herself for the rest of the day to think about everything that had happened. But then she remembered,
"I may not be drunk, but at least I'm a good dancer!! ... wait. No." An older Mr. and Mrs. Agreste, getting wine drunk on a Sunday afternoon and dancing like the cute dorks they are.
