Plagg and Adrien (Background Adrienette/Marichat): Duality (One-Shot)
@mnzknight96 asked for Plagg and Adrien, “duality”. Thanks for the prompt! ^.^
Summary: Adrien gets friendship (dating) advice.
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Chat Noir backflipped through his window into a three-point landing, calling off his transformation as he stood.
Almost immediately, his effulgent mood plummeted, and he went over to bellyflop onto his bed with a sigh.
“What’s wrong, Kid?” Plagg chuckled as he zipped over to the mini fridge where Adrien kept the cheese hoard. “You miss your Princess already? You just spent the past three hours cuddling and flirting.”
“Chat Noir did, you mean,” Adrien grumbled, fingers curling around the comforter.
Plagg paused in the middle of lifting a wheel of Brie to his mouth to cock an eyebrow at his holder. “Last time I checked, that’s still you.”
Adrien shook his head. “It doesn’t feel real, though. Marinette would never act like that if I went over there as Adrien, so I feel like I’m tricking her. …She doesn’t like Adrien.”
With a heavy sigh, Plagg set down the cheese and floated over to land on the duvet beside his kitten. “Sure she likes you, Adrien. You two are friends. You hang out all the time.”
“Because our best friends are dating,” Adrien protested. “If Nino and Alya ever split, I doubt Marinette would bother with me. I make her uncomfortable.”
Plagg mentally swore at Tikki’s girl’s inability to function around her crush. It had been causing problems for Plagg’s kid for years now.
“No, you don’t. She always has a great time with you,” Plagg insisted. “You’re one of her closest friends. Didn’t she tell you that when you were over there tonight?”
With a sigh of frustration, Adrien pushed himself up. “Again, that’s Chat Noir.”
“Which is you,” Plagg snorted, flying in to flick Adrien on the nose.
“Hey,” Adrien groaned, covering the injury with a hand. “What was that for?”
“You were being dumb,” Plagg answered flatly. “After three years, it’s finally getting on my nerves.”
Adrien opened his mouth to retort, but Plagg cut him off in a gentler tone.
“Listen, Kid. I think you know that Chat Noir isn’t some act you put on. That’s a part of who you are, and Marinette genuinely likes that part of you, doesn’t she?”
Adrien blinked as he considered for a moment. “…Yeah. She does.”
“Okay. So, she likes you, yeah?”
Adrien slowly began to nod. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
Plagg gave an amused snort. “I’m always right. I’m glad you finally noticed.”
“Don’t get a big head,” Adrien cautioned with a fond eye roll. “The one you have is already disproportionate to the rest of your body.”
Plagg flew in to give Adrien’s nose another flick. “Don’t get sassy when I’m doing you a favor, puny mortal.”
“What favor are you doing me exactly?” Adrien arched an eyebrow as he rubbed at his sore nose.
“I’m coaching you on how to become closer to your Princess in your civilian form.”
Adrien’s eyes went wide, and he leaned in closer. “What should I do?”
“Take notes,” Plagg chuckled. “I don’t know when the next time I feel this generous will be.”
Adrien scrambled to grab his phone off the nightstand and open up his notes app. “Ready.”
“First off,” Plagg began to list, holding up a paw, “you should ask her to spend time with you one-on-one. Take her fun places. See if you can get her in to see photoshoots and runway shows and those awful gala things you hate attending alone. Make an effort to spend more time with her as Adrien.”
“But being alone with me makes her nervous,” Adrien sadly pointed out.
Plagg waved his paw dismissively. “She just needs to get used to it. She has no problem hanging out with you as Chat Noir, so it shouldn’t be a problem once she realizes how similar you two are.”
Adrien gulped. “But what if she starts realizing that Chat Noir and Adrien are a little too similar?”
Plagg pushed Adrien’s worries to the side again. “You trust her, don’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“—And she knows what a big deal secret identities are,” Plagg continued. “Chances are she won’t even say anything to you about it, so you won’t have to tell Ladybug that your identity is compromised. It’ll be fine.”
Adrien’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure about this.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. How does that sound?” Plagg offered.
Adrien considered briefly before nodding. Making complicated, long-term plans had never been his strong suit, so he was willing to put off thinking about the possible issues of getting close to Marinette on both sides of the mask until later.
“So, what else should I do to get Marinette to like me as Adrien, oh Wise One?”
“Bribery,” Plagg replied with a conspiratorial grin. “Get her stuff. Just little gifts here and there. It doesn’t have to be anything big or expensive that would make her feel awkward. Maybe bring her coffee sometimes or pack breakfast for her. Just little things that she’ll appreciate. Maybe a small bouquet of flowers just because you were thinking about her…Jagged Stone tickets…some fabric scraps your father isn’t going to use.”
Adrien furiously took notes, his thumbs flying across his phone’s keyboard. “That’s actually a fantastic idea, Plagg. I know we have a bunch of lace that he used for the winter formal line last year that’s just lying around gathering dust. I bet someone as creative as Marinette could turn those scraps into something amazing.”
Plagg nodded encouragingly, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips as his kitten began to brainstorm his own ideas for small gifts for Marinette and fun places he could take her so that they could get to know one another better one-on-one.
It was an ingenious scheme, if Plagg did say so himself. Even Tikki was sure to applaud him once their holders were together and living happily ever after.
“They think they’re so cute,” she muttered darkly under her breath. Her grip tightened on his hand and he laughed.
“Well…” Nathanael began his reply as he looked across the courtyard to where Adrien and Marinette were seated. Adrien with his arm around Marinette as she flipped through her sketchbook, both of them with a light blush across their faces.
They looked happy.
Nathanael smiled, a sudden idea popped into his mind and he quirked a sly eyebrow her way. “They look really happy,” he said. “To be honest, I’m kind of jealous.” He held back his laughter as he was met with that familiar flash of anger on her face.
“What!” she yelled, causing for a flock of pigeons behind them to take flight, but neither of them flinched as Chloe stood up, dragging Nathanael by his arm with her and he finally let out his laughter at her reaction.
With determination, she pulled him along before pushing him up against the nearest tree, knocking a little sense into him as he stared at her and suddenly she was just so close, pinning him against the rough bark behind him. He felt heat rise to his cheeks and he knew better than to blame the afternoon sun.
“I’ll show them who’s the cuter couple,” Chloe muttered darkly before capturing his lips with her own. If anything Nathanael was expecting a rough and hurried kiss, but what he received was soft—slightly sticky from her lipgloss—and oh so sweet.
He grinned into the kiss as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her even closer, secretly patting himself on the back for finding another quick way of riling her up and getting rewarded mightily in return.
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Luka and Zoé, One-Sided Zoénette, Background Adrienette: Window (One-Shot)
@mrsleeeeeeung requested LukZoé...but I headcanon Zoé as lesbian, so it’s a platonic interaction, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.
Summary: Seeing Adrien with the woman she loves gets to be too much for Zoé. As someone who can relate to Zoé’s situation, Luka lends an ear and shares some advice.
Read it on AO3: Luka and Zoé, One-Sided Zoénette, Background Adrienette: Window
Zoé kept her smile pasted on as she slowly sank back into the shadows, breaking off from the rest of the group.
She slipped away silently, fighting to keep the tears at bay until she made it to the safety of the upper deck of the Liberty, away from prying eyes and the happiness of her friends.
Only once she was there did she let her cheery façade fall.
She’d always known that Marinette loved Adrien. She’d even gone so far as to help in the girls’ elaborate schemes to help Marinette confess, but Zoé had never thought anything would come of it.
Now, seeing Adrien sitting on Marinette’s lap, his arms wrapped around her neck as he gazed at her in open adoration…it was too much for her.
She could almost hear her heart crunch inside her chest like the shards of a shattered car window.
She sank to her knees and rested her forehead against the lower railing, letting the cool metal tether her to the present.
She couldn’t let herself get akumatized. Then they’d all know her secret, and the very thought of Marinette coming up to her afterwards and apologizing for not realizing and telling Zoé how much Marinette valued her friendship was just…so much worse than the sucking pain in her chest in that moment.
She had to keep it together.
“Hey,” a soft voice called apprehensively. “You okay?”
Zoé’s head whipped around, and she spied Luka standing awkwardly by the corner of the ping pong table.
Luka winced when he saw the steady stream of tears marching down Zoé’s cheeks. “Sorry. Stupid question. Obviously, you’re not okay. I knew that when I saw you leave, but…”
He blew out a slow exhale and cautiously approached.
“Is it okay if I sit with you? We don’t have to talk or anything, but you don’t look like you should be alone right now.”
He sat on the deck beside her, pillowing his arms on the lower railing as his legs dangled over the side of the boat.
Zoé forced herself to swallow as she hastily wiped away her tears with both palms. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just…being really stupid.”
“Feelings aren’t stupid, even if they are illogical,” Luka responded with calm certainty.
She blinked at him.
“Even if your feelings aren’t rational, they’re still valid,” he added, looking out at the city thoughtfully, avoiding her gaze so that she wouldn’t feel self-conscious about her frazzled state.
She gulped again. “…I don’t know why I ever thought I stood a chance against Adrien Agreste. I don’t know why I thought Marinette would eventually get over him and finally see me beside her.”
Luka nodded. “Mood. Unfortunately, I can relate intimately with that sentiment. Though, I never expected her to completely forget about Adrien. It was okay for her to still love him so long as she loved me too, but…”
He winced and turned to give her a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I don’t mean to make it about me.”
“No. Go on,” she encouraged. “How did you…? How did you learn to be okay? Like…how do I watch Adrien hang all over her and not feel like there’s a giant glass shard impaled in my chest?”
Luka pursed his lips and thought for a moment. “…Well, I don’t know if this method will be effective for you, but I think about what a good person Adrien is, how much I adore him, how happy he makes Marinette. I love her, so I want her to be happy. He’s the one who makes her happy, so…”
Zoé untucked her legs from underneath her and draped them over the side of the boat. She scooted in closer to Luka, folding her arms on top of the railing and resting her chin on top.
“How do you get over the fact that it’s him, not you, who makes her happy?”
“I do make her happy,” Luka chuckled ironically. “I make her happy by accepting that she picked him. I make her happy by supporting them. I make her happy by not causing drama within her friend group and making people choose sides.”
Zoé’s brow crumpled up into a web of furrows. “So, I just swallow down my feelings until I choke on them?”
He shook his head. “Never suppress your feelings. It’s okay to feel them. Just…try to reframe your thoughts. When you start thinking ‘I don’t get to be Marinette’s girlfriend’, try to think instead, ‘I get to be Marinette’s trusted friend’. Try to focus on the good.”
Zoé blew out a long sigh as her gaze dropped down into the Seine. “That’s hard, though.”
Luka nodded. “Yes. Yes, it is. I didn’t say I had an easy, three-step plan. You asked me how I did it, and I told you.”
He bit his lip and cast a sidelong look at her. “…Just give it time. Feel your feelings, but don’t drown in them. Try to focus on the positives, but if you’re not feeling it, give yourself permission to grieve. Take it one day at a time…and, if you ever need to talk, you have my number.”
She looked up at him in surprise.
“If you feel comfortable talking to me,” he hurriedly added. “I don’t know how helpful I’ve been, but—”
“—Very helpful!” she rushed to assure. “I’ll definitely call you if I need to talk. If you don’t mind, of course.”
He gave her a warm smile. “I’m always happy to talk.”
Slowly, a tentative grin began to tug at the corners of her lips. “Thank you, Luka. I…Thank you for coming after me and talking me down.”
She leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “You’re really awesome.”
His expression turned surprised for a moment before quickly returning to open and friendly. “You’re very welcome. …So…if you don’t mind me asking, are you bi, or…?”
“Lesbian,” she replied with a blush, looking back down at her lap.
“Cool, cool,” he responded with a nod. “Well, my sister is taken, but do you know Kagami Tsurugi?”
Zoé perked up. “We’ve met a few times, but I haven’t gotten the opportunity to talk to her much.”
Luka nodded. “Well, I can give you her number if you don’t already have it. She’s an amazing, strong, passionate woman who just so happens to be single.”
Zoé’s cheeks colored slightly. “She seems cool. Do you think she’d be into me?”
Luka shrugged. “Maybe. It’s hard to get past her shell, but once you do, she’s your sworn friend for life. I don’t advocate rebounding, but spending time with attractive people when you’re feeling down does wonders, so…”
“That might not be a bad idea,” Zoé reasoned, imagining meeting up with Kagami for brunch and going for a walk in the Parc Monceau.
She turned to Luka and gave him a bright smile. “Thank you so much!”
“Sure thing,” he replied with a wink. “What’s that saying? Whenever a door shuts, a window opens? Maybe this isn’t an ending but a new beginning.”
Zoé shook her head. “I’m not so sure I believe in your Romantic view of things…but it would be nice if you were right. …Give me Kagami’s number. I’m interested in seeing where this goes.”
Alyanette/Alyabug balcony scene If you are still takeing prompts and only if you want to of course ^^ And also just wanted to letting you know I really enjoyed the getting the gang togather fic!
Sorry for the wait. I had to finish writing Serendipity before circling back to the prompts I received after the cutoff for the Productive Procrastination Prompt Giveaway. This turned out a little different from what you were probably thinking, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Thanks for the prompt, and I’m really glad you enjoyed Getting the Gang Together!
Platonic Alyanette/Platonic Alyabug/Background Adrienette/Implied Future Ladrien: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine. (One-Shot)
On AO3: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.
Summary: Alya takes it in stride when Ladybug shows up on her balcony drunk and complaining about her unrequited love for Adrien Agreste. Alya puts her own feelings about discovering Ladybug’s identity aside to be a good friend.
