An AU Where...
Gabriel and Adrien know each other’s secret identities. They won’t take the miraculouses from each other out of some weird sense of honor. They are, however, very passive-aggressive about it
“Seems Hawkmoth akumitized another teenager yesterday.”
Gabriel glanced over the rim of his sketchpad to see Chat Noir conspicuously reading a newspaper across the table.
“He really has it out for Gen Z’ers, huh?” Chat Noir mused, turning the page. “Makes sense, I guess; he always seems to lose to two children who are less than half his age.”
Gabriel let a long breath out through his nose, quietly returning his attention to his drawing. “Perhaps he’s not giving it his all because he’s concerned about going up against someone his son’s age.”
“Nah, I think he just sucks as a super villain,” Chat Noir said. “Totally ripping off Sailor Moon with his whole schtick too.”
“Or maybe he’s a normal person who doesn’t watch cartoons from the nineties and is just using the talents his Miraculous grants him,” Gabriel said, drawing an extra sharp line through the center of his sketch.
“Normal?” Chat Noir snorted. “A guy who dresses like a luchador going to prom is normal?”
“More normal than the Andrew Lloyd Webber reject Ladybug partners with.”
“Who?”
“Never mind,” Gabriel sighed as Chat Noir folded the newspaper, quietly detransforming as he picked up his bookbag.
“Gotta run,” Adrien said, pausing in the doorway. “Oh, I know you’re not coming to my meet today, but are you planning on akumitizing anyone while I’m fencing?”
“That depends; are you planning on giving me your Miraculous?”
“Not really.”
“Then I suppose whoever Mme. Tsurugi defeats will have to mind their temper,” Gabriel said, returning to his drawing. “I can’t control whether or not someone gets angry enough to get akumitized.”
“Just like I can’t control whether or not rotten cheese gets left in your closet,” Adrien said with a sunny wave. “Just hope Hawkmoth does something creative this time; he’s been…well, he’s been phoning it in lately. Personally, I think he peaked with Stormy Weather, but that’s just me…”
Gabriel watched his son leave, quietly scribbling alone in the dining room as he silently fumed.
“Personally, I think he peaked with Stormy Weather,” Gabriel muttered in a whining imitation of his son’s voice.
