I own nothing, not even this computer. Please read and review. Any ideas for where this could go PM me or leave it in the comments. This is an AU and will be mostly focusing on the side characters with the main four just sort of swimming through as observers from time to time since I find them all hilarious.
The large simian man arranged the final flapjack just perfectly. He then picked up the few berries and sprinkled them across the top of the hearty breakfast food. He place the plate upon the silver tray that he carried the rest of the food on. It was sunday and the boy had no photo shoots for the next few days, he deserved a treat.
So the bodyguard had made him flapjacks, coffee, orange juice, a roll of camembert cheese and four danishes that he had picked up from the bakery that the boy enjoyed frequenting. The bodyguard had felt out of place in the habitat of the bakery, everything smelt so fresh and clean, and so drastically not like his home country. And the owners were the sweetest couple he had ever met it took a lot to keep his expression in place.
Especially when they offered him free samples of raisin and walnut banana bread. It was delicious and he almost cracked a grin. The muscle mass on the male baker also! The bodyguard was blown away by it. If he had been raised in any other environment that might have been him. The twos roles could have very well been switched.
But instead here he was, making breakfast for a model in France because the models father was too cheap to hire an actual chef and had the bodyguard do all of the cooking. He was getting pretty good at it too if he had to toot his own horn. Not bad for ex special ops/assassination squad.
He picked up the tray in one enormous ape like palm and walked from the kitchen. The woman in the business suit strutted past and gave him a nod, which he returned.
She didn't remember his name, that was again he didn't remember her name, then again he didn't remember any of the names of the people in this country and it was too late to actually ask them. Add on that he didn't actually speak the language and add on that he thought he had a funny voice...he was almost mute if you put all of those things together. But he could at least read a persons body movements.
Like the woman in the business suit, or the model. For the life of him he could not understand a word that they were saying and instead relied entirely by their body language whenever they said or did something. The bodyguard finally came to the models door and politely knocked, while he might be protecting the kid that did not mean that he had bad manners.
There was some sort of nervous whispering...the boy always seemed to be whispering...then panicked whispering and then a few crashes as the boy moved above the bodyguards head.
"ONE MINUTE!" The boy shouted as something clattered across the ceiling and then the floor directly in front of the door. Did the boy have a secret pet? Impossible, the bodyguard would have smelt it. Or found some hairs when he was cleaning. The door was flung open and a disheveled golden head boy stood before him. Well young man was more appropriate of a word, he was almost eighteen, going to be graduating soon. His height and hair length showed it.
"Nothing." Adrien choked out as he took the tray from the gorilla's hands. "Thanks! You don't need to come in! This looks great! I'm going to eat it in here!" Adrien slammed the door before reopening it and smiling.
"Seriously it looks delicious my compliments to the chef." The gorilla nodded before stalking off down the hallway.
Adrien waited until he was sure that he was gone before sighing and straightening his hair out a bit. He picked up the tray and took a deep breath. God why was this so nerve wracking? At least she was always as nervous as he was.
Adrien climbed the stairs back up to his loft bed. Laying in bed wrapped up in the covers and her white and pink polka dot jammies was Marinette Dupain Cheng. She looked out at him and smiled uncomfortably from her cocoon.
"Did he see me?" She whispered out, blushing furiously.
"No he didn't even come in." Marinette sat up and allowed the blanket to fall from around her shoulders. She smiled at him as he set the platter before her. "Breakfast is served." Adrien said with a dramatic bow. Marinette flushed an even deeper pink.
"Thanks! This looks great!" She reached for the fork at the same time as he did. They stopped and stammered out a few awkward words before they reached for the orange juice at the same time. Some more uncomfortable words were exchanged until finally Marinette took Adrien's hand and moved it so that he grasped the orange juice and she took the coffee mug. She took a sip before making a disgusted face.
"This tastes gross." She said as she switched the two. Adrien took it and took a sip before looking at her in confusion.
"Tastes fine to me."
"Too sweet." Marinette defended herself "And fancy tasting. It tastes like a rich person."
"You would know what that tastes like wouldn't you girlie." Plagg said from where he sat on his rump pawing at the top of the cheese box in agitation. Marinette began to stammer and choke on her orange juice flapping her hands in an adorably flustered way.
"Oh can it Plagg." Adrien said as he opened up the circular box that was causing the chaos kwami so much trouble. Plagg shrugged and took an enormous bite.
"All I'm saying that with all of the giggling last night-"
"Plagg." Tikki said warningly. "I doubt very much that they did anything that you're thinking of!"
"Tickling each other and exchanging big gross sloppy kisses underneath a blanket?" He said snakily before taking another bite. Tikki looked as if she was about to say something before shrugging.
"Okay so they probably were doing exactly what you were thinking of. Or implying. Or both." Tikki floated down to the plate and picked up a danish that she floated to the top of the bed to munch on. "Does your bodyguard make you this much food every single day Adrien?"
"Well I thinks that he thinks that I'm eating more. So he makes more." He said as he smiled at Marinette. She had just started on her third flapjack and paused to giggle and tuck some hair behind her ear.
"Sorry about that. I just appreciate good food."
"Don't go to America then." Plagg said as he took another bite of cheese. "Filth all of it."
"Stop butting into their conversation or else the two of us are going to the corner." Tikki threatened her partner. Plagg rolled his eyes before he stuffed more cheese in his mouth and mimed zipping them.
"Want another?" Adrien offered as he passed the plate to his partner and girlfriend. Man, girlfriend, he had never expected that he would get one, especially one as awesome as Marinette. It had come as a surprise once he learned who Ladybug was, but after the initial shock the two had sat down and talked. He was convinced that she was hiding something from him...and one he finally learned that his feelings were actually returned by her...well lets just say that their first kiss had been out of costume at the top of the Eiffel tower.
She had wanted it to be kept a secret, she said it was for his sake. But of course Adrien was terrible at following orders or rules.
Their second kiss had been in the classroom right in front of everyone else. He had just marched up to her before class had started and gave her a peck on the cheek. He had figured it would be no big deal. But she had screamed and blushed heavily, he was convinced that she was going to faint from blood rush. Chloe had almost flung herself across the classroom to throttle the two of them, Sabrina had managed to hold her back, barely. Nino had been shouting. Alya had been shouting. Someone threw something at someone and a window was broken.
Needless to say Adrien was banned from flirting with her, kissing her and handholding for a week and a half. But at the end of that week and a half he got to hold her hand whenever the two of them wanted to. Which luckily for him was often.
The class seemed to accept their relationship, which in a class as tightly knit as that one was a necessity for survival.
Adrien leaned back on the bed and took a flapjack in one hand. Eating it wrapped around the berries, the juices dribbling down his chin. He watched as Marinette took a few big bites of her own meal and washed it down with a big swig of orange juice.
"You in a hurry?" He asked a tad downtrodden. He had begun to get used to their late night sessions. Sure most of the time he would either go over to her house or she would come over to his and they would lay in the others bed whispering until they mutually fell asleep. He really enjoyed it. And was always looking for an excuse to keep them going.
"Yeah. I should probably get back home before Mom and Dad realize that I haven't come down for Sunday breakfast yet." She said she frowned at the juice dribbling down his chin. Her heart threatening to stop with what she was about to do she leaned forward. She picked up a silk napkin and dabbled at his cheek. He reached out and took her small thin wrist, it was strong with muscles practiced from throwing a yoyo and pulling herself across Paris on a nightly basis. She had not changed much since he first met her, same pig tails, same blue eyes, same smile, same nervous habits...she had matured though, she seemed much more confident and in control.
Sometimes Adrien got annoyed with getting older, and at other times, like this where he got to see how amazing Marinette was...he really enjoyed them.
"And here I wanted to spend the entire day in bed with you. Just the two of us. Maybe watch a cheesy horror movie, have the Gorilla bring us some lunch. Play video games. Some snuggling." He pulled her until she rested on top of him. Marinette giggled and their faces matched, goofy grins and flushed dark red.
"What is his name? I have never once heard you say his name."
"I honestly have forgotten it, and it's gone on too long for me to ask you know?" Marinette smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.
"I have to go, sorry. Mom and Dad will be expecting me. Plus I have an assignment to complete for class tomorrow." Adrien nodded, he remembered now. But between his girlfriend, his superhero life and the craziness of class...he typically forgot.
The class had gotten sort of weird after he and Marinette had started dating...not terrible, but definitely uncomfortable. Especially when it came to Chloe and who she was dating...it just seemed out of nowhere. Well as long as his friends and classmates were happy, and he had seen nothing to contradict his thoughts.
"Okay. I guess that you should go." He said sadly as he kissed her on the cheek. She licked the napkin and rubbed at his sticky chin. He looked at her shocked. Jesus she would make an incredible mother.
"SORRY! It just would have annoyed me all day otherwise." He nodded and sat up. She snaked her way off of the bed grabbing one final flapjack and folding it up a dozen times before popping the entire thing into her mouth and swallowing.
"Tikki! Spots On!" Adrien never got tired of seeing her transform, it was indescribable. Just a thousand little ladybug appear out of nowhere, surround her and standing before him is the undisputed hero of Paris. Princess of justice and harbinger of discipline and hope.
"I'll see you later Ladybug." Adrien said as he stood up and hugged her tightly. She returned it, Marinette knew how much Adrien loved skin contact, or contact in general, after being without it for so long in his life...she was more then happy to give him some comfort.
"See you later citizen Agreste." She responded kissing her hand and throwing it to him once she got to the window. She hoped that it looked cool. "Bug out!" With that she flung herself from the window and flung her yoyo to the nearest building where it stuck fast. She rapidly swung her way through Paris. Back to her own waiting unslept in bed.
I own nothing not even this computer. I have a few ideas in mind but any suggestions will be taken happily. This will not focus all the time on Marinette and Adrien, it will mostly be the secondary characters/background characters. This is an AU so anything can happen. Please read and review. I will try and update as often as possible.
