#adrian agreste

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Chapter 2: Plagg and the fresh start

 Chapter 2.1: A Fresh Start 

The sky over Paris was a brilliant, unblemished blue—a sharp, almost jarring contrast to the perpetual bruised-purple clouds of Gotham.

When the plane touched down at Charles de Gaulle Airport, the sudden absence of tension in your shoulders was almost physical. For the first time in months, there were no flashing cameras blocking your exit, no reporters shoving microphones into your face to ask how it felt to lose a brother, and no looming shadow of the Bat waiting to drag you into a damp cave. You slipped through the terminal seamlessly. Here, you weren't a Gotham heiress or a tragic headline. You were just another face in the crowd.

A private car arranged by Alfred was waiting outside to take you to your new home. As the vehicle glided away from the airport and onto the highway, you pulled out your phone. The screen was blissfully clear of missed calls from Dick or cryptic alerts from the Bat-computer. You dialled a familiar, private number.

It rang exactly twice before a crisp, reassuring voice answered.

 "Miss [Name], I trust your flight across the Atlantic was agreeable?"

"I landed safely, Alfred," you said, leaning your head back against the leather seat. "No press at the gate. No one followed me. It’s... quiet."

There was a brief pause on the line, the kind of quiet that meant Alfred was letting out a rare, relieved sigh. 

"Extremely gratifying to hear, my dear. The apartment should be fully prepared for your arrival. I took the liberty of stocking the pantry with a few familiar comforts, though I expect you will find the local culinary options quite superior to Gotham's takeaway."

"Thank you, Alfred. For everything," you murmured, watching the Parisian suburbs give way to classic, elegant architecture. "How is... Dad?"

"Master Bruce has thrown himself entirely into his work,"

 Alfred replied, his tone shifting into that guarded, sorrowful register he used whenever the cave demanded too much. "As expected as always. But you must not worry about the manor now. Your only assignment is to breathe, Miss. Enjoy the distance."

"I will. Talk to you soon, Alfred."

After disconnecting, you watched the city unfold through the window

The car eventually pulled up to a modest, beautiful apartment building in a quiet arrondissement. It was miles away from the crushing grandiosity of Wayne Manor. Inside, the rooms were sunlit, simple, and entirely yours.

Once your bags were unpacked, the walls started to feel a bit too still, so you decided to explore. Walking down the Parisian streets felt like stepping into another dimension. In Gotham, you walked with your head down, your hand close to a concealed weapon, constantly scanning dark alleyways. Here, people sat outside at cafes, laughing over espresso in the middle of the afternoon.

You tracked the route to your new school, Collège Françoise Dupont. It was a beautiful historic building, lively and completely open compared to the private academies Bruce usually favoured.

On your way back, a rich, buttery aroma caught your attention, drawing you toward a bakery with a striking black-and-white facade, Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. Intrigued, you stepped inside, the little bell above the door chiming merrily.

 A warm, friendly woman with indigo hair behind the counter greeted you with a bright smile. You bought a small box of fresh pastries—the flakiest, most perfectly golden croissants and colourful macarons you had ever seen.

Stepping back out into the afternoon air, you cradled the bakery box carefully in one arm. You had only gone a block when your Gotham instincts, honed by years of hyper-vigilance, flared.

An elderly man in a bright red Hawaiian shirt was stepping off the curb, leaning heavily on a cane. He was completely oblivious to a heavy delivery truck rushing around the corner, its brakes screeching too late.

 To make matters worse, the jolt of his sudden movement caused a small bag of traditional hard candies he was holding to slip from his hand, sending the sweets flying into the air.

Your brain didn't need to process a choice; your muscle memory simply took over.

In one fluid motion, you lunged forward. You hooked your free arm securely around the old man's torso, pivoting your weight and pulling him firmly back onto the sidewalk just as the truck roared past, its horn blaring a split second after the danger had passed.

At the same time, your eyes tracked the trajectory of the airborne sweets. With a quick, precise sweep of your hand, you managed to intercept the falling bag mid-air, catching it cleanly along with your bakery box without crushing a single pastry.

You landed solidly on your feet, completely balanced, your breathing even.

"Whoa there," you muttered, ensuring the man had his footing before slowly letting go. "Careful. Drivers around here are almost as reckless as the ones back home."

The old man blinked up at you, remarkably composed for someone who had just looked a grill plate in the face. His sharp, unusually wise eyes swept over your stance, taking in the perfect defensive posture you had instinctively assumed. He smiled gently. "Merci, mon enfant," he murmured, his voice rich and steady. "A remarkably sharp reflex for someone so young."

You shrugged your shoulders, shifting the weight of your backpack. The praise made you slightly uncomfortable; back in Gotham, reacting like that wasn't a choice; it was a survival mechanism. 

"Just paying attention, mister. It's nothing. really. Anyone would have done the same thing if they saw the truck coming," you said, breathing out a small breath as you held out his property. "Here, you dropped these. Caught them before they hit the dirt."

The man looked at the bag of candies in your hand, then up at your bakery box. "You have exceptional coordination, young lady. Most people would have panicked, or perhaps saved themselves. But you saved me and salvaged the sweets. You move like someone who has spent a great deal of time preparing for the unexpected."

Your eyes narrowed slightly, a tiny flicker of internal caution waking up. You wondered for a split second if he was looking at you too closely, or if he somehow recognised you. But looking at his wrinkled face and the simple, faded pattern of his shirt, you let the suspicion drop. He was just an observant local.

‘I mean, a Hawaiian shirt in Paris? really? In a city known for its fashion? Even the Joker fits in better—even if it was a tacky purple suit, eug…’

"I just don't like seeing people get hurt," you replied, your tone shifting back to a casual, flat drone. "Paris is supposed to be a beautiful city. It'd be a shame to ruin your day over a distracted driver." 

You popped open your own bakery box, offering it toward him. "Here. A bit of sugar helps with the adrenaline. Take one."

The elderly man let out a soft, delighted chuckle that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "A very pragmatic and generous outlook. Paris is a beautiful city, but it can be quite unpredictable.” 

He reached into the box, taking a macaron with a polite nod. “It requires people who are willing to watch over it from time to time."

He gave you a formal, respectful bow of his head. "Merci encore, Miss. Please take care on your walk. The streets here can be full of surprises."

"You too, sir. Watch the crosswalks," you said, giving him a small, parting nod.

You watched him turn and walk away, his cane tapping a steady, rhythmic beat against the stone walkway until he disappeared around the corner toward the Seine. 

You closed your bakery box and pulled your jacket tighter against the slight afternoon breeze, a faint, cynical smirk touching your lips. If Bruce had been here, he would have spent the next twenty minutes lecturing you about situational awareness and the dangers of exposing your physical conditioning to random civilians.

But Bruce wasn't here. And for the first time in your life, you didn't have to listen to a lecture. You turned the corner, heading back to your apartment, completely unaware of the tiny, ornate wooden box that had just been slipped into your backpack.

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Can you please write that one angst idea you had for Adrien sibling?

The favorite child

Platonic!Yandere!Gabriel agreste x child!reader / Platonic!Adrian agreste x sibling!reader

TW: blood and stitches mentioned

“Father please!” Adrian begged, “The answer is no Adrian, you're not going to hang out with that Niko, you have a photoshoot now go change and get to your photoshoot. End of discussion.” “It's Nino, but please father, I've been wanting to go for years and I've already done 8 photoshoot’s this month!” Adrian tried to bargain, all he got in response was a stern glare as Gabriel pointed to the stairs. Adrian sighed then hung his head and walked away to go change, halfway up the stairs he saw you coming down with a big smile, “Hi Adrian!” “Hey y/n, where are you going?” Adrian asked, “Oh, one of my friends invited me to this concert I've been dying to see for months. They're going on an around the world trip and are finally in Paris! So dad canceled my photoshoot today and moved it to next week so I could go!” you said, smiling as you hugged you brother bye and ran to your dad to tell him bye too, as Adrian stood there, he couldn't understand why he couldn't go spend a few hours with his friend because of his photoshoot, that in all honesty wasn't that important he was just posing to show off two or three newer designs, but you could run off to who knows where for hours upon hours to see a concert with your friends and your much more important photoshoot, given it would be showing your father's newest collection and a collaboration with a high end perfume company from Japan, was just re-scheduled to fit your schedule. “Bye dad, love you!” He heard you say “Love you too sweetheart, have fun.” Gabriel replied, ‘Why does she get to have the life I've always begged for and been denied?’ Adrian thought as he continued to his room before father started yelling at him for just standing there. After a long and boring photoshoot Adrian was finally home, just as he laid down the news started blaring about a new akumatized villain, ‘ just great…’ he thought before quickly calling out Plagg and transforming into Chat noir.

*With you*

Your mind kept screaming at you to run, of course the singer of the band got akumatized but oddly enough when they went to attack you they stopped and instead chose to go after your friend. As they continued to attack everyone and destroy the world around them a sharp piece of metal from the stage was sent flying into the crowd of people, and right into your thigh causing you to scream from the pain as blood started to pour from the wound. As your friend pulled the metal from your leg and pressed their jacket firmly against the wound the villain seemed to pause, you looked around expecting Ladybug or Chat noir, but neither had shown up yet.

Little did you know, Hawkmoth was currently screaming at his victim, “YOU ABSOLUTE MORON! I TOLD YOU NOT TO HURT HER/HIM AND LOOK AT WHAT YOUR RECKLESSNESS DID! YOU USELESS–” Your father screamed at his newest victim, as he was mid rant about how reckless they were Ladybug appeared and yelled at the akumatized victim to stop what they were doing as Chat noir appeared beside her, and for the first time Hawkmoth wasn't upset or hellbent on getting their miraculous he was more concerned about you. It seemed strange to everyone that the akuma was hardly fighting back and easily defeated but you were all relieved it ended quickly and as Ladybug fixed everything the villain destroyed the heroes did their normal fist bump and prepared to leave, Chat noir looked around slightly when he noticed you, his little sister/brother, and saw the large gash in your thigh given Ladybugs miraculous couldn't fix the damage on people, and just because he gets jealous of you doesn't mean he wanted you to get hurt and seeing that large deep cut and your tear stained face caused his eyes to widen, he always hated seeing you cry and hated seeing you hurt even more but for now all he could do was leave before he ran out of time. When everything had calmed down your friend was able to call and ambulance to make sure you were okay while you quietly sobbed from the pain, people all around were whispering amongst each other as the y/n agreste had been attacked while the former akumatized victim apologized over and over for hurting you and everyone else, you were quick to forgive them saying that it wasn't their fault that it was an accident as you were gently helped into an ambulance as paramedics removed your friends, now blood soaked, jacket from your leg and disinfecting the area before stitching the wound shut after making sure there was no metal shards left in your leg once you'd reached the hospital.

You were given pain killers and your bag so you could contact your father to let him know that you were okay and needed to be picked up, it didn't take long for your father to burst through the door eyes wide, panic written on his face “Oh sweetheart are you okay!?” He asked, panicked as Adrian walked in behind him and proceeded to deflate slightly at the nickname as he started to question things slightly “‘Sweetheart’? Why does he always call her/him sweet nicknames, the closest thing I have to a nickname is when he calls me ‘my son’” as he heard your semi-high off pain killers giggling as you reassured them that you were fine now and that your friend made sure you were okay. “I guess I'm not going to be allowed to go anywhere for a while, huh dad?” You asked as your father simply sighed, shaking his head softly with a barely there laugh “So long as you have a bodyguard with you and stay off your hurt leg for a while your fine, sweetheart.” “Huh?” “Really dad!? Okay I promise, thank you!” You gasped excitedly, hugging him tightly with a big smile while making sure not to put too much pressure on your leg while Adrian looked confused. For the rest of your time in the hospital Adrian made small talk with you while slightly lost in thought, after the doctor had confirmed everything was fine and instructed you to stay off that leg for a few weeks and to come back if anything started to worsen or seemed to be getting infected before sending you home with a prescription for pain meds and instructed your father to keep an eye on your leg and make sure you weren't straining the muscles while it was still healing. Once you were finally home and comfortable in bed your father left your room to grab something before running into Adrian.

“Father, may I speak with you?”

“What is it Adrian?”

“It's about y/n, after everything that happened today you said that they were still allowed to do everything they normally do. Yet last month when I was 15 minutes late to my photoshoot because of a group project at school you threatened to un enroll me and make sure I couldn't contact my friends again. You grounded me for three weeks but y/n gets attacked at a concert and s/he is still free to do whatever. S/he even completely missed three of her/his photoshoots last week and faced no repercussions!” Adrian said, voice raising in anger at how unfair it was

“Do not raise your voice at me.” Gabriel's voice was cold as ice, eyes piercing Adrian “As for your sister/brother, s/he's different. What happened today was out of anyone's control and therefore the blame can not be placed on her/him, and as for the photoshoots her/him missing them was due to a sudden change in schedule and I forgot to mention it. Now go to your room, I'm stressed enough about your sister/brother right now.” Gabriel's voice somehow growing colder as he pointed down the hall before turning around and leaving.

“But-!” Adrian called

“Adrian, I am the parent, you are the child. You will do what you are told to. Now go.” Gabriel's voice slightly rose at the end, not even bothering to look back at his son.

Adrian simply sighed and walked to his own room, head hung low, jealous growing in his heart while a small part of his rational mind knew it wasn't your fault that you were granted the life he could only dream of as he face planted onto his bed. Plagg soon showed himself, cheese in hand or well mouth, “What's got you so upset?” Plagg tilted his head seeing Adrian look so depressed “It's just not fair, y/n just gets everything! Everything I've begged for years to do and been denied over and over again s/he gets the second s/he asks or shows the smallest interest in. Public school, friends, actually bonding with father, and-and” he paused, sighing “everything I'm just stuck dreaming about.” He muttered before sitting up “I need to clear my head, Plagg claws out.” Quickly transforming into chat noir he jumped out the window, taking a quick peek through yours only to see you smiling widely at something you'd been wanting for a while (e.g a stuffed animal, game system, supplies for a hobby) as your father sat beside you with a content smile. Just as he was about to jump away he heard your voice coming from the slight opening in your window “Hey dad, why do I hardly ever get to see or hang out with Adrian anymore?” This made Adrian pause, “Well with all the photoshoots, extracurriculars, and hang outs with friends the two of you have it creates a conflicting schedule for the both of you. Why do you ask, sweetheart?” He answered as you nodded along ”It's just he seems so sad around you, he also looks at me with what I can only describe as envy or jealousy. Like how Chloe used to look at me before finding out I was Adrian’s little sister/brother. It's just– he acts like we're treated completely different!” you huffed, slightly frustrated at your brother's antics, Gabriel slightly tensed but went unnoticed by you as he stayed silent for a moment before speaking “Well, I'm sure he’s just tired, I can assure you that I don't treat Adrian any different I just want to give you both the best life I can. I recall you said something about your friend earlier, what was it you wanted to tell me?” He quickly changed the subject. “Oh yeah! (Friends name) asked if s/he could come over to spend time with me while my stitches heal and just make sure I'm okay after all the chaos that happened today.” “Of course s/he is welcome, I'll let Nathalie know that we're expecting a guest tomorrow, I love you my sweet girl/boy.” He smiled, patting your head and wishing you a good night before leaving “love you too dad!” You called out before snuggling into your blankets and drifting to sleep.

While everything was happening in your room Adrian sat perched on the roof listening to your father lie to you about his life, he wasn't too busy with friends he was barely allowed to see them. His extracurriculars didn't keep him away. You were both in fencing and you were always excited to tell him about your other activities. His schedule was made by father just like yours, he made them conflict and lied to your face about it. “That's why you're so oblivious to the life you have, you don't know I'm denied the same.” He muttered, voice hardly a whisper to himself as he sat there for a long time just wondering why father was lying about so much, the only indication that time was passing was when his ring started beeping letting him know his time as chat noir was ending soon. Sighing he stood up and walked to his room and jumped back in the window, transforming back into Adrian and flopping onto his bed and promptly falling asleep, mind exhausted from all the questions running through his mind.

[revolutionary-thoy]

I'm kind of obsessed with them

[soupy-eros]

The only thing I can think when I see Marinette, Adrian, Kagami, or Luka having romance issues is "poly would fix them" and y'know what.

I'm right. Poly would fix them

[dark-dragon-8]

Honestly, Marinette is just a communal OC at this point; she can be whatever you want — from yanderenette to feralnette — and it will still have a basis in canon.

It's amazing how the writers of the show managed to achieve that.

Same goes for Adrien, by the way; it's just a slightly different set of tropes that he's a part of, and Marinette is the one getting that treatment the most often.