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Short little drabble for Ladrien June - Day 8 - Jealousy

by tumblr user charme-miraculeux

"Oh, no, Chat Noir!" she cried out. "You're about to detransform!"

Acknowledging one of the last warning beeps from his ring, he nodded at her, his heart pounding with anxiety. At this rate, he wouldn't have time to fly directly home with his baton. Good thing his house was not far from Chloe's hotel.

"Right you are, milady!" he said. Giving her his classic salute, he took off with a sprint around the corner of the hotel and slid behind the wall. With a rushing gust of wind, Plagg flew out of his ring and into his hands.

"That was a close one," Adrien sighed, peeking out behind the wall to look back at Ladybug. The recently akumatized victim was a young boy around his age from another class who was now taking Ladybug's hand as she pulled him up onto his feet. As he stood next to Ladybug, it suddenly bothered Adrien that this guy was slightly taller than himself. Also, was Ladybug into brunettes? Because now that the akuma had been purified, Adrien couldn't help noticing how annoyingly luscious his brown locks were.

Don't think about it, he told himself, walking casually back out into the sunlight. After all, that guy was just a nobody, just another random civilian, right? It would probably be best if he headed straight home.

"Thank you for saving me, Ladybug," he heard him say. "You are truly as magnificent in person as I imagined you to be—if not more."

On second thought...it wouldn't hurt to circle the long way around the hotel...

"Psst, Adrien," said Plagg from inside his jacket. "You're going the wrong way."

"I know," he whispered back. "Just bear with me for a second."

His ears on high alert, Adrien snuck another peek at them out of the corner of his eye and saw to his horror that Mr. Brunette was raising Ladybug's hand up to kiss it. His heart clenched. Boiling hot flames licked the insides of his stomach until he felt his face burn—only he was allowed to do that!

"Any chance you can transform me again right now before we get home?" Adrien said urgently to Plagg out of the side of his mouth. "This is an emergency."

"Do you have any more Camembert on you?" the kwami asked in return.

"No, you ate the last piece."

"Then no," Plagg said simply. "And don't give me that look! You know I have no energy, and if we make this detour, it'll be even longer before I get my cheese—"

Adrien forcibly shoved Plagg deeper into his pocket as he neared Ladybug and the other boy. Without Chat Noir, he would have to think of another way to interrupt this unnecessarily lengthy and extravagant display of gratefulness. Perhaps he could pass by nonchalantly and hope Ladybug notices? Or maybe he could tell the boy his mother was oh so worried after watching the news and demanded him home at once? Or maybe I could just punch Mr. Brunette and his perfect little teeth—

"A-Adrien?" he heard Ladybug's voice say.

He stopped in his tracks and looked up at her. They were now within a few feet of each other and Ladybug was staring at him with a mildly surprised expression.

"What are you—" she started, then looked behind him at Chloe's hotel. "I—er—didn't see you during the akuma attack but...were you visiting Chloe?"

Adrien wasn't sure if he just imagined it, but he could have sworn her tone had changed from confusion to steely irritation at the mention of Chloe's name.

"Uh, yes?—I mean—" he changed tactics at once when he saw her face fall—apparently the correct answer was—"No. No, I wasn't."

She gave him a smile that made his heart feel ten times lighter, but then he looked down and saw to his displeasure that Mr. Brunette was still holding onto Ladybug's hand. He had to get rid of him now.

"Actually, I was just walking by when the akuma attack ended and uh, I really need your help, Ladybug," he invented off the top of his head.

"Oh? What happened?" she asked with concern. Letting go of Mr. Brunette's hand—mission accomplished!—she turned to face him.

"I'll tell you after you take me home," Adrien said.

"But I've got about five minutes before I detransform," she said. "And—"

"And I wasn't done thanking her," Mr. Brunette interjected.

"Alright, fine," Adrien shrugged, disappointed. He turned to leave. "I'm obviously getting in the way."

"I'm sorry, it was very nice meeting you, but I should go," he heard her say behind his back. Smirking, he continued walking, hoping Ladybug would soon follow. He had just registered the other boy stuttering, "W-wait, what?" when, without warning, Adrien felt a slender arm hook him around his chest in a vice-like grip and his stomach dropped out of him as his feet left the ground beneath him.

He couldn't believe it: he was flying through the air with Ladybug holding tightly onto him. The adrenaline that filled him from the initial shock of being lifted up into the sky was intensified tenfold by their tantalizing proximity. Her side-swept bangs fluttered majestically with the wind and her beautiful azure eyes looked determinedly onward towards his mansion, which they were now fast approaching. He could count the little freckles peeking out beneath her mask.

Within the next minute, she flew both of them into the open window of his room and let him go. He lamented the loss of her touch, but only one thought ran through his mind: Ladybug had flown him back here. She had chosen him.

"S-so, um, what did you need help with?" she asked again, shyly looking around his room.

"I didn't think you'd actually take me home," he said, feeling stupid now. "I just thought—"

Beep-beep.

"Ah, no," she said, backing away towards the window. She only had two spots left on her earring. "I'm sorry, but whatever it is you need, it's going to have to wait until next time."

"I think," he said, his smile widening as he walked closer to her, "you've already helped me out enough this time."

Taking her hand, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. Unlike when he did this as Chat Noir, she didn't pull away. Also unlike when he did this as Chat Noir, she completely froze, her mouth wide open in astonishment. Take that, Mr. Brunette! Only I'm allowed to do this.

The thirty seconds leading up to the final beep seemed to take an eternity as they continued to stare at each other—her, stunned; him, grinning. Adrien savored every bit of it.

Beep-beep.

"AH!" She screamed, jolting out of her reverie. Her frantically fumbling hands flailed about her. It was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. "Sorry—can't stay—gotta go—goodbye!"

And without another word, she swung her yo-yo outside and flew off into the sunset, leaving Adrien to lean his elbow on the windowsill and stare after her retreating figure. Sighing contently, he rested his chin on his arm.

"Goodbye...my Lady."

Plagg: So where's my cheese?!