Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir.

Okay, this is probably so OOC and AU that it's not even funny, but whatever. Just to clarify things, unless stated otherwise all of these fics take place in the same universe.


Félix reached for what must have been the fourth espresso in the past three hours. Dieu, he didn't know how his mother had done it. Being Chat Noir was so hard, and then there was regular everyday life. He found himself clamping his hand over a slightly smaller one. "Adrien, let go."

The smaller hand let go of the cup and dropped to the side of the body it was connected to. "Did you sleep last night?" he asked his older brother. Merde, he had forgotten how perceptive the ten-year-old was.

"What makes you say that?" he asked defensively.

"You're drinking your coffee, and you have bags under your eyes," Adrien stated. "Besides, you still haven't answered my question."

"Oh course I slept last night." It was only for three hours, but it counted as sleeping, right? Adrien stared at the cup and didn't leave his brother's side.

"Yes, Adrien?" Félix asked.

"May I have a sip?"

"No."

"Why?"

"It could spread germs."

"I'll use a straw."

"You'll backwash."

"I haven't backwashed since I was six!"

"It'll stunt your growth."

"You're drinking it, and boys don't stop growing until they're sixteen. That's three more years."

"Yeah, well, things vary."

"You aren't making a very convincing argument." Plagg teased his false host about how Adrien had just the right inflection.

"It has caffeine."

"Oh. Are you sure?"

"Yes." Adrien paused to contemplate this. His reply came out with more anger than intended.

"Why do I have to be the one who can't do anything?"

"Wait, what do you mean?" Surely Adrien didn't think of himself like that, right?

"The only time that I'm not worthless is when I'm on the stupid pills! And then I'm not me! Sometimes I wonder if Père even loves me and if he just uses me as a mannequin, because that's obviously all that I'm worth." The younger of the two boys stopped suddenly, realizing that he was saying too much. "I should just go."

Before he could leave, he felt a pair of arms envelope him. The foot that was indirectly connected to the arms ignored the hot espresso being dropped on it as Félix held his sobbing brother.