Miraculous Ladybug fic/ part 5/ time travel shenanigans/ Chat meets his future self/ LadyNoir/ WIP / <--- Part 1 <--- Part 2 <--- Part 3 <--- Part 4
Ten Years AO3
“What would you like to drink to start you off?” A pretty young lady in an apron asked as she walked up to the table. She eyed the twenty-six-year-old version of him with particular interest. Her face breaking out in a blush as he turned to the girl with a hastily thrown on smile.
“A water for me please.” “Water please,” they answered at the same time.
She nodded. “Do you two know what you'd like to eat yet?”
He cast a cursory glance over the menu and quickly decided for the two of them. “Two specials please.”
Oh well, not like Adrien had been paying attention to the menu, and funnily enough, it WAS still technically his own choice.
“H-how would you like those cooked sir?” The girl asked shyly.
“Both medium rare I think.”
“Right, and um, together or separate?”
“One ticket. I promised to treat my little brother here.” His future-self flashed a big grin and reached over the table to ruffle his hair up with a laugh. Adrien snorted and pushed the hand off before sending a mock glare.
The waitress grinned at the act and nodded before taking down the order. “I’ll get that right out for you two.”
“Thank you.”
After the woman left, He dropped the schooled smile, his expression shifting to something more relaxed and thoughtful.
“...I’ll give you another warning while I’m at it,” he said after a moment startling his counterpart into looking back at him. “Father CANNOT find out that you're Cat Noir. No matter what happens.”
“Did he find out with you?”
“No. I got the same warning I'm giving you now. But hindsight is fifty-fifty and I know the warning helped ME out so I’m passing it on just in case.”
Adrien frowned. “What happens if he does find out?”
“I don't know. I have suspicions, but it's better if I don't share.”
“…”
He sighed. “Sorry, I remember how frustrating it was to be told that. If I weren't worried about screwing up my chance to defeat my arch enemy and marry the girl of my dreams I might’ve been more forthcoming with that information.”
“It’s fine. You told me more than I’d-” Adrien whipped his head up. “Wait, marry?!
“Er…” His future-self was staring back with the most caught out expression he’d ever seen on an adult in his life.
“I marry Ladybug?!” he whisper-yelled, only barely conscious of the other people in the restaurant. “She’s- As in the white dress??, and the cathedral??, and, and-”
“I never said it was Ladybug!” he quickly attempted to dissuade.
“You just said the girl of your dreams! You can’t convince me you don't mean Ladybug.”
His future-self took a moment to process his scattered thoughts, before he leaned back against the cheap pleather seat, looked up at the ceiling, and groaned.
“This is some top-notch entertainment right here,” Past Plagg snickered softly from his chosen’s shirt.
“Doesn’t get any less funny the second time,” Future Plagg replied with a matching sound of mirth.
“Well, I’m glad someone finds this funny!” Future Adrien growled under his breath at the two hidden Kwamii. “I might have just screwed up the whole freaking timeline!”
“Nah kid you’re good,” his own Kwamii brushed off. “I remember you spilling the beans last time too. All it does is make the shrimpy you go more starry-eyed over bugaboo than usual. This is too close to the reveal for him to do any real damage.”
“So I do??? I marry Ladybug?? THE LADYBUG???”
The man hesitated for a moment. “...Well, I did.”
The teen practically melted in his seat at the grumbled confirmation. The heart's already in his eyes at the idea and a positively dopey grin plastered across his face.
“Oh geez, and this is when I didn't even know who she was yet. How on earth did you put up with me after the reveal Plagg? I must have driven you nuts.”
“Eh, you weren't the first Black Cat to go gaga over a Ladybug. But let's get something straight here kid, I’m STILL putting up with your particular brand of sappy lovesick nonsense.”
“You telling me this mushy stuff doesn't get toned down at ALL after the reveal?” Past Plagg demanded from Adrien’s shirt pocket.
“It gets worse,” Future Plagg reassured with a sound of disgust. “Wait till they’re dating. A crowbar couldn’t have pried those two off each other. And all the sneaking into each other's rooms at night, bleh!”
The teen currently melting in the booth sank down even further, pressing his hands to his red face with a soft keening whine.
His future-self glowered down at his jacket clad chest.
“Are you just about done Plagg?”
“Well... I was. But short you is making a pretty funny noise.”
“HEY, break your own kid!” Past Plagg hissed. “I’m the one who has to deal with all the mooning once you clear out!”
“You're quiet nights are numbered anyway if the reveal happens on schedule.” Future Plagg reasoned almost thoughtfully. “Might as well get a laugh or two out of it right?”
Past Plagg went quiet with only a reluctant sound of consideration.
“The thought of you two working together is terrifying,” Future Adrien groaned. “Can you at LEAST wait until we aren't in public before you start trying to break my mind at sixteen? Please???”
There was a matching pair of soft huffs that he took for agreement (or at the very least a temporary truce), just in time for him to catch sight of the waitress heading back with their drinks.
She passed a curious look over at the embarrassed teen and blinked up at ‘his older brother’ in confusion.
He waved it off as she came closer. “We were just talking about his new girlfriend,” he lied smoothly, flashing a charming grin. “You know how it is at that age.”
The young lady instantly smiled in understanding and lowered the glasses to the table. She probably would have normally left it there and gone back to the kitchen or checked on the other guests but she lingered a little, her expression shy and hopeful.
“Speaking o-of girlfriends…”
The teen looked up from his hands in barely hidden alarm. But the man just looked up attentively.
“I was… um… wondering if you were m-maybe single?”
“Sorry, I’m married.” He offered up his left hand as proof and sure enough sitting there on his ring finger was a golden band. Adrien half swooned on the spot.
But the poor girl flinched slightly at the sight and drew her notepad to her chest looking guilty. “Oh! U-um I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine!” he reassured pleasantly. “I’m very flattered. And I know It takes a lot of guts to put yourself out there and ask. I wish my lovely Lady had been that direct with me when we started out.” he grinned a little knowingly. “She was a bit shy in the beginning.”
The girl seemed to relax ever so slightly but her voice was still soft. “I understand how that is. I-I’m not typically the kind of girl to ask for numbers or hand mine out but… leaving it to other people is a good way to lose opportunities so I'm t-trying to put myself out there a little more.”
“Very brave of you,” he encouraged with a more genuine smile.
“Thank you,” She murmured back gratefully. “A-Anyway I’ll go check on your food.” And with that, the girl quickly left. She didn't quite flee but she was clearly a bit embarrassed and ready for the space.
“She seems sweet,” he commented once she was out of sight.
Adrien, however, seemed to have suffered another strange moment of clarity. “I just watched myself get hit on by a stranger.”
The man laughed. “Yeah, it’s been a weird day.”
It looks like this story is going to be more than 6 chapters! I had more content than I thought!
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Image 1: R. Stump: i can keep goin’! / R. Mullin: i think you should try to sober up a bit...
Image 2: R. Stump: yeah, shit, you’re right. i don’ wanna let somethin’ slip... / R. Mullin: what do you mean, kid?
Image 3: R. Stump: ‘bout this town! ‘bout this weird town... / R. Mullin: what do you know? / R. Stump: not much...it’s all classified, guy like me can’t find out shit...
Image 4: R. Stump: ...but i do know...that extraterrestrials...are real.
Image 1: R. Mullin: are you even old enough to drink?* / R. Stump: hey, i’m not just some kid you know. / R. Mullin: ...sure. / R. Stump: i’ll prove it!
Image 2: [no text]
Image 3: [no text]
Image 4: R. Mullin: ...goddamn, kid, you showed me. you sure put a lot away. / R. Stump: [belches]
*The year is 1974, at the time the drinking age in America ranged from 18-20 depending on the state. Ricky Stump is of legal drinking age.
Image 1: J. Finch: [babbling] / R. Stump: look at this little guy... you might have a future pilot on your hands here, kitten.
Image 2: R. Stump: does lil’ Allie want a go? i’ll be careful, Ron, i promise. / A. Mullin: [whining] / R. Mullin: no. thanks. she doesn’t want to play.
Image 3: R. Stump: it sort of sounds like she does. / R. Mullin: no, she doesn’t. / A. Mullin: [crying]
Image 4: R. Mullin: i’m heading in. / M. Finch: oh, Ron! / A. Mullin: [crying loudly]
Image 1: R. Mullin grew increasingly concerned about outside parties noticing his alien child.
Image 2: fearing not only R. Stump, but anyone in town whose gaze seemed to linger.
Image 3: he decided the best way to avoid unwanted attention attention was to continue to live as if he had nothing to hide. / humans are remarkably talented in detecting suspicious actions among their own kind.
Image 4: R. Mullin: ...Macie, do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched? / M. Finch: huh? like, being checked out? / R. Mullin: ...never mind.
Image 1: J. Mullin: so that girl in your trailer park has a new military boyfriend, how is this my problem? / R. Mullin: what if he finds out about Allie Ann? / R. Mullin: you want the military getting their hands on her?
Image 2: J. Mullin: you watch too many movies. / J. Mullin: keep the kid away from him, it’s not like he’s going to go snooping through your trailer. / R. Mullin: i don’t know, Joyce. this town is strange. who knows what might be going on.
Image 3: J. Mullin: if that kid really is extraterrestrial, then what happened doesn’t have anything to do with the town. it’s not even from this planet. / R. Mullin: ...i guess you’re right.
Image 4: J. Mullin: [over the phone] of course i am. now, is there anything else, or can i go? / R. Mullin: ...that’s it. / J. Mullin: don’t sound so freaked out, you’re going to get me freaked out. / J. Mullin: i’ll visit soon, okay? [click]
Image 2: [ringing] / in the Oasis Springs College dorms:
Image 3: P. Briggs: you aren’t going to get that? / J. Mullin: if it’s important, they’ll call back. / P. Briggs: well i can’t just let it ring. / J. Mullin: jesus-
Image 4: P. Briggs: hi, you’ve reached Joyce Mullin’s place. / R. Mullin: Pat, is that you? is Joyce there?
