Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous: The Adventures of Ladybug and Chat Noir. This is a work of appreciation. Thank you, Thomas Astruc and Jeremy Zag for not only allowing us to create works of fan art and fan fiction, but to encourage it. Miraculous has helped me re-discover my love of writing and story telling.
Fashionista
"This party sounds lame. Do we have to go? Will there be anything to eat?" Plagg asked, drifting in lazy circles around Adrien's head.
"I'm sure there'll be whole piles of cheese," Adrien said, adjusting the silver cufflinks on his grey shirt. His father had outdone himself with the color, calling it Archangel Blue. It was a deep slate color, solid with blue undertones and silver highlights. His father had selected the colors and fabrics in his new clothing line carefully. Adrien's shirt, pants, jacket and tie were the same color, only his shoes were different, a deep maroon.
"If your only going to use one color, it has to be perfect," his father had said.
"Hmmm," Plagg said, as Adrien lined up his tie, "That's not a bad color on you, makes your shoulders look wider, and the shoes, nice touch. Perhaps you could be Chat Gris."
Adrien looked down at his very pointy, very shiny, Italian leather shoes. "I suppose I should be grateful Father didn't put me in black. I don't want anyone figuring out I'm Chat Noir."
"Don't worry about it," Plagg said, "you could dress up in a black cat costume and run around ringing your bell, and all people would see, would be you, making a fool out of yourself. They would all get a good laugh out of it. Nobody would figure it out."
"What? Why not?" Adrien asked.
"It's part of the magic of the miraculous," Plagg said, "Didn't I tell you that before?"
"No, you didn't," Adrien said, looking annoyed.
Plagg sighed, "no one will be able to figure it out, based on your looks alone. As long as you don't blurt out, 'I'm Adrien Agreste,' while your transformed, you should be fine."
"Oh, I didn't realize," Adrien said, "now that you mention it, that would make a lot of sense." He paused, tie half knotted, "so, even if I saw ladybug dressed in red, I wouldn't realize it was her?" Adrien asked.
"Probably not," Plagg said, "unless you saw her transform or something."
Adrien sighed, "That would feel like cheating," he said, "I want her to trust me enough to tell me, or love her enough to figure it out on my own."
Plagg made a slight retching sound, "Your such a romantic, It's almost enough to put me off my cheese. He paused for dramatic effect, "Almost. What are we waiting for! Hurry up and finish getting ready. All that gooey cheese is waiting for me!" Plagg rolled over on his back and began doing what looked like a back stroke.
"What are you doing?" Adrien asked, eyeing his friend circling around doing what looked like a strange impression of a swimmer."
"I'm imagining myself in a pool full of cheese," Plagg replied, flipping on an imaginary wall and heading back in the other direction.
"You've just finished an entire wheel of camembert, how much more could you possibly eat?" Adrien asked.
"Never underestimate my capacity for good cheese. I may look small, but my appetite is large," Plagg said.
There was a knock on the door.
"Quick Plagg," Adrien said, picking up his jacket and holding it up. The Kwami zoomed into a pocket.
"Adrien are you ready?" Natalie stepped into Adrien's room.
"Yes, Natalie," Adrien said, putting his jacket on.
Natalie walked over to him, giving his appearance a quick inspection. Reaching over, she straightened his tie. Nodding her head in satisfaction she turned to go, "The car is waiting,' she said, and began to close the door.
"What did my father say about me bringing a date?" Adrien asked, before she could shut the door, his voice sounding a bit hopeful.
"I mentioned it to him, but he didn't say anything," Natalie said, "you know how busy he is," and she left the room, shutting the door behind her with a click.
"I thought maybe he would want to a least talk to me about it." Adrien sighed. "I was just, I don't know, hoping he might give me some advise for my first date."
"Does it really matter. Lets go! The cheese is waiting," Plagg said, poking his head out of Adrien's pocket.
"I guess not," Adrien said, looking down and away.
"Hey, Cheer up kid," Plagg said, peeking up at him, "it's a party right. You're going to have a great time. And if you don't, you can always sneak away, find a nice cozy spot with your, date." He put an emphasis on the word date.
"Marinette's my friend," Adrien said.
"Hey, you used the 'd' word first, not me," Plagg said.
"Come on," Adrien said, closing his jacket, "Let's go, the car is waiting."