Hey, those of you following me for another story, I'll be getting to it soon. For now a little break fic I had to write. Please let me know how this made you feel and any questions you have. Any feedback is always appreciated and contributes to my improvement :) 3
He was at it again. Isolated at the top of the cement stairs, slouched over over his sketchbook and busily scribbling at the pages. His crimson bangs hung over the left side of his face and brushed against the edge of the paper.
Adrien stuffed his hands in his pocket and bit his lip. He was waiting by the curb for his chauffeur to come pick him up, his eyes keeping a steady watch. Though his limousine wasn't the "hot ride" he was looking at- wait - oh GOD. That pun shouldn't have even been told in his head.
"Adrien?"
Nino raised an eyebrow as Adrien winced to himself. Adrien turned his head slightly and stared almost guiltily in a don't-ask-me-what-I-was-thinking-about sort of way.
"Did you leave something inside? You've been staring up at the school for like a straight minute."
Marinette snorted and drove her elbow into Adrien's side. "Yeah, you really shouldn't do that. You wouldn't want anyone thinking you were staring at them."
"Sorry, I was lost in thought," Adrien pulled his bangs up into his fist and let them fall again.
Adrien's cheeks reddened for a split second as he glanced back up.
"Right, if you were lost in thought then I don't know how to use a cellphone. You know damn-well where your thoughts were going and you weren't lost at all," Alya shifted between Marinette and Nino and shoved them aside as she leaned closer to Adrien, "Matter-of-fact I can keep these two distracted if you wanna go talk to him."
Adrien's jaw clenched. His nostrils flared as he attempted to open his mouth to speak, but found himself looking down and squeaking softly.
"Unless you don't mind them knowing," Alya tilted her head and shrugged.
"No!" Adrien's eyes shot up, "If they knew I wouldn't hear the end of it. Marinette would whisper teasing jokes behind me in class and Nino has no idea what being subtle means. With the two of them the whole class would know by tomorrow."
"That's what I was thinking. Don't worry about it, I'll cover you. Just go, you obviously want to."
Alya didn't wait for Adrien to answer. She turned to Nino and Marinette, and like magic, convinced them to walk down the sidewalk with her.
Adrien scanned his surroundings. Most of the other students were on the opposite side of the stairs to Nathaniel or below him. As far as he could tell, none of them were classmates.
Adrien took a deep breath.
Ok….
He marched up the stairs, watching his steps get closer and closer to-
"Uhh… hi?"
Adrien looked up to see that he was right next to Nathaniel, at the top of the stairs. Adrien snapped his fingers and shot some finger guns at him… for some fucking reason.. God why was he like this?
"Heeyy. I just- saw you drawing and I was like-" Adrien threw his hands up in a shrug, "Hey, why not go check out what Nathaniel's doing?" He took note to kick himself later for being THE MOST awkward human being on the planet.
"Oh.. well, I guess you can look if you want." Nathaniel scooted over a little and opened his sketchbook a little wider.
"I'D LOVE TO- er.. Thanks," Adrien slid into the spot next to Nathaniel.
Slicklikechatnoirslicklikechatnoirslicklikechatnoir
Adrien rested his hand just centimeters behind Nathaniel and leaned close. He pointed at the first drawing his eyes landed on.
"Who's this guy?"
Nathaniel followed where Adrien was pointing. "No one, just a random sketch."
"What about her?"
Nathaniel's eyes lit up. "Ah, that's my OC! She's a cyborg spy."
"Really? Cool! How'd she become a cyborg?"
"Oh, well she…" Nathaniel's eyes shifted excitedly from Adrien to the drawing on the page as he described in impressive detail.
Adrien couldn't help but to smile as he watched Nathaniel's face become more expressive than he had ever seen before. And this story he was unfolding? He craved every word. He'd never heard anything more fascinating.
Nathaniel sighed satisfyingly. "Yup.. that's it."
"May I draw something?" Adrien held out his left hand.
Nathaniel hesitated. But one look at his wild green eyes and a heated face later, "Uh.. sure." His eyes darted away from Adrien's gaze.
He brought the pencil towards Adrien's offered hand.
Adrien narrowed his eyes, taking his hand out from under Nathaniel's. "Oh no, see…" he slipped his arm around Nathaniel's shoulder with a devilish smile, "I'm right handed."
Nathaniel stiffened as the weight of Adrien's arm nestled into his shoulder. Adrien's scent grew stronger and the shade on Nathaniel's face grew deeper. He noticed the layers of lotions, colognes, and shampoos. It was as if he was trying to hide another smell. Still… it was his smell and to him Adrien was-
Nathaniel tried to resist exploding in laughter. His quiet giggles caused his shoulders to shake, taking Adrien's resting arm with them.
"What's so funny?" Adrien lifted the pencil from the paper, running his tongue down the corners of his grin.
"Sorry, it's just… what's with that?" Nathaniel gestured towards the anime-styled sketch of Chat Noir, sparkles and hearts sprinkled around his seductive facial expression.
Adrien spun the pencil around his fingers. "Well, are you attacking my artistic abilities or-"
"No, of course not! But… heh… it's.."
"Do you have something against Chat Noir?"
"No, he's cool-"
"Yeah? Do you admire him? Wanna be saved by him, maybe?"
Nathaniel swallowed hard at the thought of being at the mercy of the sleek and sexy Chat Noir. His strong arms carrying him away from danger, his panting breaths tracing down his neck. Nathaniel would be clinging to Chat's neck, having a fair view of his back. What if he could be saved by Adrien? What would Adrien look like in a black skinsuit?
Nathaniel shook his head. "I'd much rather save myself. It'd be so cool to be a superhero… I'm not really the type to idolize a specific superhero, more like the idea of superheroes in general. So I never really thought about Chat Noir in that way," in that way indeed, Nathaniel frowned briefly, "he's cool to draw and a good source of inspiration for comics, I guess."
"So, now that you are thinking about it, what do you think?" Adrien wove the pencil through his fingers to allow them the freedom to play with Nathaniel's hair.
"He's… I don't know, why are we talking about him, again? What are you doing- I didn't say stop- I MEAN! I'd rather talk about you- that is you're just as cool and plus I know you personally soimeaniguesschatisgreatandallbutyoureonmymindrightnowandthemor-"
"You're rambling," just like Ladybug.
From the first day Chat Noir had met Ladybug, her agility and coordination had improved, but after that first speech it seemed she couldn't act the same around him. Nathaniel's behavior was similar in a way that he reminded Adrien of Ladybug, but still had slight differences. While he spoke clearly, he talked so fast it was impossible to keep up. Ladybug stuttered and became quiet at times. Whenever he actually could understand her it would be the most hilariously perfect acts of spoonerism. Like when she said "say you're mine" instead of "may your sign…"
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. All I really said was, I don't know Chat Noir…" Nathaniel took a deep breath, "But you-"
"Would you want to meet him?" Adrien leaned in. Pleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesay-
"Kind of, but only to fight alongside him. Or to be some sort of help, like how Alya has helped Ladybug. I'm not as brave as her, and she seems more athletic than me. I wish I could learn to defend myself and not be so afraid, like the way I am in my comics…"
"So you wanna learn how to fight?"
"Yeah! That would be so cool!"
Adrien rested his hand back on Nathaniel's shoulder. "I think I know a guy…"
