Okay but if I ever made an aspec Adrien week would anyone be interested👉👈
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Okay but if I ever made an aspec Adrien week would anyone be interested👉👈
ace adrien?
Ace Adrien.
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Epilogue
I wrote an epilogue for A Matter of Ace-ceptance!
So I originally I didn't plan on doing a little epilogue type thing, however as soon as @freedom-shamrock mentioned it, ideas started popping in my head. And to be honest, I wasn't even going to write out those ideas, but idk, for some reason inspiration hit me these last few weeks and I was like, you know what? I'm gonna write this thing!
So... yeah, they say you shouldn't fix what's broken, and I'm a little hesitant about putting this epilogue up cause I'm kinda proud of how the last chapter turned out, and I'm worried this epilogue won't live up to the rest of the story, but I've written it now and it seemed a shame not to share it with you guys :)
Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5
It’s also on AO3 if you’d rather read it there.
~TWO MONTHS LATER~
Adrien stood with his back straight, hands clenched by his side, and head held high. It was taking everything in him not to cower and fidget; something which was only getting harder with every second his father remained silent and bent over his desk.
Adrien clenched his jaw as he watched the words he had uttered but moments prior dance around the sunlit room. He felt nausea swirl in his gut. It was impossible to snatch those words back now. He could only stand there, helpless, as they taunted him.
Originally, Adrien hadn’t planned on coming out to his father. However these last few months with Marinette had made him feel more confident in himself than he’d ever been before. He had been comfortable in his skin for the first time in a long time, and he had realised that he shouldn’t, no… he didn’t want to hide who he was.
Adrien winced as his father scratched out a potential design with an angry red line.
That realisation didn’t make this any easier though.
Adrien grimaced. All he wanted was to grab those words back and hide them away in the safety of his room, somewhere his father would never find them.
Adrien slowly angled one foot towards the door…
No! Adrien drew his feet back together and lifted his head higher.
He refused to be intimidated by his father’s power games.
The silence stretched out painfully.
Adrien swallowed. The scratching of his father’s pen might as well have been scratching on his brain it was so grating.
Finally, Gabriel capped the pen and placed it neatly next to his workbook. He then reached for a pencil and starting sketching potential amendments in the designs.
“Asexual,” he said slowly, without looking up.
Adrien’s posture tautened and his heart leapt in his throat.
just realized that somehow both my otps embody bi-ace solidarity according to my headcanons
Headcanons
A Matter of Ace-ceptance Ch5 Who We Want to Be - Part 2
Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Epilogue
It can also be found on AO3 under the same username.
“Adrien?”
That one word hung suspended between the two superheroes. Chat Noir saw it shimmer and waver in front of him. He closed his eyes and swallowed, willing it to disappear, to vanish from the space between him and Ladybug. But when he opened his eyes once more, he found that that single word was still stubbornly staring back at him in the form of a pair of bright blue eyes.
Chat barely breathed. Those eyes... he felt ensnared by them. Their shackles gripped his spine and pinned down his mind, rendering him incapable of movement.
Chat wrestled against the shackles and let air fill his lungs. Maybe...just maybe, she had misidentified him. It wasn’t like he was the only Adrien in Paris...
“Adrien? Is that really you?”
Once more Ladybug’s voice rang through the air, soft and gentle despite the unmistakable disbelief in her tone. Chat noticed she wasn’t her usual confident self. Her posture was stiff and taut, her legs were locked together and arms squeezed across her body. She looked so small.
“There...” Chat croaked, he wet his dry lips before trying again, “There are many Adrien’s in Paris...” he said, weighing each word on his tongue before trailing off.
Once more those eyes held him captive before flicking to something behind him. With apprehension building in his gut, Chat turned to follow Ladybug’s gaze.
The floor disappeared beneath him as his eyes landed on a garishly bright billboard on the other side of the street.
There he was, in all his superficial prime, modelling the latest Gabriel collection...
Adrien Agreste!
The Golden Boy!
Paris’ Perfect Ray of Sunshine!
Chat felt sick.
“Chat Noir,” said Ladybug, more urgent this time, “are you Adrien Agreste?”
Chat flinched at the sound of his civilian surname. It took all his willpower to tear his eyes from the blinding lights and face Ladybug. He cowered under her gaze. He had been wrong, she wasn’t unconfident at all; those eyes held power.
“How,” Chat’s voice was weak, “How did you figure out who I am?” Ladybug sucked in her breath and widened her eyes but didn’t say a word.
Once more neither of them moved. Chat’s eyes gave off a cold power to equal Ladybug’s, demanding her to answer his question. It was as if they were frozen in a mental battle.
The world, however, moved on without them. Evening traffic and chatter drifted up from the street below, a couple of cats were growling in an alleyway, the soft pounding of music carried over from a nearby bar. One by one the lights turned on in the surrounding houses, bathing everything in a yellow glow, and finally, a breeze weaved between them, causing both their hair to flutter and sent a shiver down Chat's spine.
Suddenly, Chat couldn’t take it anymore. He released Ladybug from his gaze as exhaustion rushed into his heart. He collapsed against a chimney wall.
“Forget it,” he muttered.
He drew his knees up and hugged them as he gazed listlessly over the rooftop. This wasn’t how any of his reveals were supposed to have gone, identity, sexuality nor the love confession. He felt so empty.
His ears twitched involuntarily as Ladybug moved in his periphery vision.
“Adrien?” she said, taking a tentative step towards him.
Chat Noir rolled his heavy eyes towards her but refused to verbally confirm who she thought he was.
Ladybug bit her lip, "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I can't do this right now." Then without warning, she spun on her heel, launched her yo-yo and flew away.
Chat felt the needles of numbness prick his skin as he watched his partner disappear into the dusty darkness. He tried to muster some anger, or annoyance, or confusion, or any emotion really to get him back up on his feet and charge after her, but his limbs wouldn't respond. The pricks of numbness intensified.
He lay his head against the bricks with a soft ‘thump’ and exhaled. His head started pounding. He was so tired.
A small part of him was worried that he wasn’t feeling anything, but he shoved that part deep down and smothered it with a layer of apathy and instead, drew his gaze to the sky.
The light pollution from the city reached its snaky tendrils up into the heavens, but right above his head was a patch of the clear midnight sky. The stars glistened at him, not a care in the world. Chat gave a wan smile. It was almost comforting how little the universe cared what he did, almost reassuring how he was just a speck amongst many in the universe. His smile dropped. Almost. He closed his eyes and let the cool night air wash over him, taking with it all his thoughts.
Chat sat there for what felt like an eternity, his mind comfortably empty as the night embraced him.
Suddenly a shriek from the street below pierced night air. Instinct caused him to scramble to his feet and reach for his baton before he realised it was just some kids mucking around. He slumped back to the floor with a sigh and rubbed his face. He tried to empty his mind once more but it was no good, the kick of adrenaline was pumping through him, forcing unwanted energy through his veins. Once more he turned his gaze to the stars; he may just be a speck in the universe, but he still had a job here on earth, a duty to the people of Paris.
He gritted his teeth.
He was still Chat Noir.
A Matter of Ac-ceptance Ch4 Who We Want to Be - Part 1
Apologies for taking forever to get this update out.
This chapter was getting too long and so I decided to split it into two chapters, so yes there will be one more chapter to come out after this.
If you'd like some background music while reading, listen to this song, I listened to it on repeat while writing and also happens to be inspiration for the title.
Also I didn’t realise it was ml angst week, but this chapter ties in perfectly with day 6 confessions/reveal (I know I didn’t intend for this story to have angst but I can’t help it!! Sorry).
Read on AO3 here
Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch5 Epilogue
Chat Noir flew across the rooftops of Paris. He was trying his best to outrun his confusing emotions and, for a moment, it worked. The exhilaration, adrenaline and shock from the cool, fresh air forced everything out of his mind.
After dropping Marinette off at the bakery, Adrien had sprinted home (with a bag of pastries her family had forced on him, not that he had complained), had had a hasty dinner (with Nathalie standing over his shoulder, no father in sight), and then paced up and down his bedroom in slight disarray, glancing every so often at his Valentine's gift for Ladybug sitting on the shelf. He had been debating whether or not to confess his love to Ladybug tonight, for real this time, not as a passing joke. However, there was also the added conflict as to whether to reveal his asexuality or not at the same time. Plagg had been no help in solving the dilemma. In the end, he had decided there was no time like the present and, if he was going to put himself through the torture of ripping off one plaster, he might as well rip the second one off too. And so he ran. But the strange mixture of dread and excitement couldn’t be outrun. The swirling emotions crept into his stomach and chewed him up from the inside as he drew near the rendezvous point.
Chat came to a stop a few rooftops away from Ladybug. He saw her silhouette lit up by the sparkling city lights. She stood out brilliantly against the dark evening sky, like a bright red rose shining in the moonlight. Chat watched her a moment as she stood gazing over the city they both loved and protected, pigtails fluttering in a slight breeze. For some reason, Chat's mind turned to Marinette. Earlier that day when they had been sitting by the river he had stolen a glance at her. She had looked so peaceful, leaning back with her eyes closed, specks of sunlight glistening on her hair and eyelashes. Her aura of tranquillity had seeped into him and, for the first time in a long time, he had felt free from judgement, the weight of his life had been momentarily lifted off his shoulders. In other words, sitting with Marinette in the warmth by the river, it had made him feel safe. He realised it was the same emotion he felt whenever he was with Ladybug. A small but warm smile grew. He half-wished he could return Marinette’s love for him, she was such a sweet girl. Chat’s eyes refocused on the beautiful mysterious girl waiting for him. But his heart was taken. Chat clutched his gift tightly and leapt down to meet his lady, leaving that little bit of regret behind to float away into the night sky.