Over the intercom

Adrien came to a screeching halt right before her desk, his chest rising and falling in a desperate attempt to catch his breath.

His tight schedule, desire to meet with his friends as often as possible and his alter ego, Chat Noir, were often the reason why he was late.

Those three factors and how often and close together they occurred meant that sometimes there were days when he was on time, and sometimes there were days when he was not.

So far today was the later.

First his hang out with Nino was 'rescheduled' because Nathalie had to talk to him about the upcoming fall line. Then, halfway through the conversation (which mostly consisted of Nathalie talking and Adrien nodding and realising that he got to spend even less time with his friends) an Akuma attacked which meant Nathalie going to look for his dad whilst he hid in his room as was safety procedure... not.

So here he was now. Out of breath due to the Akuma and ready to keep listening to Nathalie talk about this and that.

However, just as Nathalie was about to continue her monotone dialog a small 'beep' made Nathalie and Adrien listen up, knowing that the intercom had just activated itself and that the only one who could do that was Mr. Agreste. Probably with new instructions for Nathalie and Adrien.

"Don't celebrate too soon Ladybug. One day your luck will run out and I will have your miraculous and then you will be the one in the garbage.

MUHAHAHAHA MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Adrien stood frozen in Nathalie's office as what was definitely his father's laughter echoed of the walls.

"Nathalie-

"Adrien-

Adrien kept quiet, waiting for Nathalie to explain why Hawkmoth couldn't be his father.

"Please explain." His voice was barely louder than a whisper as he tried not to burst into tears.

He can't be my father. He Can't

Quick Nathalie, come up with an explanation.

It has to be believable, logical and maybe have a nugget of truth in it.

"Your father is.. uh... cosplaying (Or non of the above. Works too.) as Hawkmoth (Abort, Abort.) right now."

WHY DID I SAY THAT?

"Really?" Adrien asked in a voice that sounded more than hopeful. "That's great news, maybe we could go together. I have the perfect Ladybug costume."

And before Nathalie could stop him, Adrien was out the door, in his room and changing, already looking forward to some father-son bonding moments.

Gabriel sighed, today was a failure, as was yesterday and the day before. But he wasn't a quitter, and he never will be.

His tablet chimed with a new message from Nathalie. With a heavy sigh he opened it and came face to virtually projected face with his assistant.

He was about to ask why she called him when, to his surprise, Nathalie spoke first. "Sir, I have to warn you. Adrien, he's..."

Unfortunately, he would never find out just what his assistant tried to tell him as Ladybug burst into the room.

Gabriel went into a battle stance, ready to call on his transformation and fight his nemesis but then he realised.

Ladybug did not have blond hair, or green eyes and she definitely would not shout "father, let's cosplay together." at the top of her lungs.

So stunned was Gabriel that the only thing he could reply was "Sure, I'll just get my costume."

And that is how for the next few years, Gabriel Agreste took the time once a week to play dress up with his son.

It was stupid, childish and not befitting of a man of his standard. But most importantly. It was the best time he had spend with Adrien in years, so he didn't really care.

That is also how, years later, they found themselves at a costume contest, building a trio of Hawkmoth, Chat Noir dressed up as Ladybug and Ladybug dressed up as Chat Noir.

Adrien didn't know how, but somehow Marinette could make skintight leather look cute.

A/N: Bit on the short site here but I'm happy with how it turned out.

This fic has almost got 10 favs so keep those coming. the final target is to have, like 100 favs, but baby steps.

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-Cedalodon