Hello fellow Miraculous fanfic readers/writers! *dodges tomato thrown at me* Hey, hey! Watch it! I did not mean to upload this so late, but I couldn't help it! I have been VERY busy these past few weeks, thank you very much, with girl scouts, visiting family, school, so on. Hell, I have exams this week, so be happy that I'm taking time out of studying to write for you heathens. Just kidding I love you my kittens! Pls don't hate me.
Review-answering time!
Dwarrior: Do not worry! There is, in fact, more to come! Be excited! Be prepared!
Miraculous Bandit: Maybe….Maybe not… I almost combusted while writing this, so it is definitely working!
Niom Lamboise: OMG I am so sorry! It doesn't correct me on that, so I just figured….gah! I am so sorry! I think I have changed everything by now, but if not, let me know! Please! I am so sorry my petite chaton!
Amian4life: She most definitely is! I cannot promise frequent update tbh, but I can try...and by try I mean completely fail at it. But no worries! I have not forgotten! I will never forget! And I guess you are just going to have to see if Adrinette becomes canon…*evil laughter* (I don't have a soul either, to overrated)
Guest: Aww thanks! *blushes* You flatter me so!
Once upon a time, there was a girl who sat at her computer and wrote fanfiction, but to make sure that she did not get sued, she made sure to remind her readers that she was, indeed, not the owner of Miraculous, but that the story was of her ideas and inspiration...and fangirl-iness.
Chapter 5
Laughter echoed through the hallways, golden sunlight streaming through the windows, painting the floor in it's glow. The sound of running followed the laughter, child-like giggles mixed in between.
"Maman! You can't get me!" A small boy cried out, a wide smile stretched across his face.
A woman's voice rang from behind the boy. "We'll see about that, my little chaton!"
The boy continued to run, ducking in and out of rooms to make the chase more fun as his mother stayed right on his tail. Eventually he darted into a room and hid behind a large bookshelf near the corner, their game of tag now turning to hide-and-seek.
The woman peered into the room, a smile playing her features. She scanned the room, immediately knowing what she should do to lure her son out of his hiding place. She gracefully walked up to the large grand piano that sat in the middle of the room and ghosted her hand over the keys.
"Oh no...it seems that I cannot find my sweet little chaton. I thought that he came in here." A small giggle sounded from her left, but instead of checking out, the woman sat down on the piano bench, fingers hovering over the keys. "And what a shame too, he does love when I play, I guess he'll have to miss it."
With that she began to play. The melody was sweet and melodious, drifting through the air and dripping with emotion. The boy stuck his head out of his hiding place, peering over that his mother.
The woman immediately noticed her son and stopped playing, turning to him. "Ah! There is my chaton! Come here, would you like to play with me?" The boy's eyes lit up in wonder and excitement, nodding his head and rushing over into his mother's arms. The boy giggled and she set him on her lap.
"Please, maman! I want to play too!" He said, green eyes bright, joy radiating from his childish features.
The woman smiled at him. "Of course you can play with me." She said, guiding her son's hands to rest over the keys before sliding her own underneath, poised and ready.
"What song are you playing maman?"
"We are going to be playing Clair de Lune, of course." The boy smiled and nodded.
The tune began again, weaving through their ears and through the halls outside the room. The boy watched his mother's hand dance over the keys in amazement at the song came to a close.
"Maman? I want to learn how to play."
"Really now?"
The boy nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to learn how to play it and then when I do I'm going to play it for you maman!"
The woman rubbed his wild, blond hair. "Oh? And why is that?"
"Because it's my favorite song, so I want to play it for my favorite person! That's you maman!"
"I am very touched, chaton, but what if I'm not here, who would you play it for then?"
The boy thought for a moment, before lighting up and turning to her again. "Then I'll play it for that girl that you always talk about, my lucky lady."
The woman was curious about what her son was referring. "Why her?"
"Because! You always say that one day I'll have a 'lucky lady' that will love me and that I'll love her too, so she must be my favorite then!"
The woman blinked down at her son, slightly surprised by her son's confession, but the look on his face showed that his words were true. So she smiled.
"Oh my little chaton, you are going to have a little lady that is going to love you so so very much, maybe even more than I do, and I can promise you that she will be so very special, your equal, and you are going to be just as lucky to have her."
The boy smiled, only for it to fade, eyes cast downward at the carpet.
"Chaton, what is wrong sweetheart?"
"You...you are always going to be there for me, right?" He said, tears beginning to form. "You said that you might not be here one day, is that true?"
The woman hugged her son, wrapping her arms around his small frame. "Oh, don't you worry Adrien, I will always be here for you, even if it doesn't seem like it at times. I love you too much, you know that, right?"
Adrien smiled, looking up at her. "Okay maman! I love you!"
I...love...you...
Adrien's eyes opened wide, panting slightly. Dreams like that usually left him disoriented and even more exhausted than when he fell asleep. However, these dreams didn't happen very often, what might have caused-
The sudden bang of piano keys caused him to stumble back, tripping over the bench behind him.
Oh yeah...he fell asleep...on the piano…
Adrien shook himself, raking his fingers through him hair. He remembered coming in from patrol at around one in the morning, at for some reason he had decided to come here, not to play though, just...because. He didn't really have an excuse.
He sighed, and after running his hand through his hair for a second time, he went back to his room, knowing that his bad luck for the day was only fitting.
Marinette felt spectacular! Sure she had spent all night finishing a new outfit, but she had finished it, along with her homework, and felt like nothing could bring her down. The outfit was a stylish, yet simple design that consisted of a gray and light pink sundress with a light green stitching vine pattern around the waist; perfect for the warm, sunny weather that the day forecasted. She had decided to wear it today, feeling confident in her work. After pairing it with a pair of light pink flats, her usual purse (Tikki included), and even throwing in a gray headband with pink flowers for the extra touch, she felt like it was complete.
She had headed out soon afterwards, even more ecstatic that she had time to spare before class. She felt like, for once, her luck was winning out, not even tripping once on the way to the school.
Alya wasn't there when she arrived, and Marinette figured it was quite early, though not too early being as there was still a good amount of students at the school. The aspiring fashion-designer decided to wait for her best friend in the classroom, wanting to surprise her.
Marinette was positively beaming by the time she reached her classroom door. On the way there many other students had stopped and told her that she had looked amazing, spectacular, beautiful, even a few of her classmates that were simply hanging out in the courtyard. She was quite sure if Chat were here, he would say she looked miraculous-
Marinette stopped that thought in it's tracks, but even the thought of her (slightly annoying) partner could not ruin her mood, not that it ever did. Chat was her friend, even though the idea of him saying she looked great made her blush. (She continued to say it was from the early summer heat, even though it wasn't hot enough to make a person sweat yet.)
She opened the door to her classroom, completely prepared to have a good day for once…
...Only to see a distraught Adrien sitting at his desk.
Marinette looked at her crush, the way his usually neat-but-messy look was just messy and hung in front of his face. His body language was familiar, something she could read well like she knew it from somewhere, but despite not being able to pin-point the source of why it was familiar, it practically screamed sorrow. Closed off and lonely was what it radiated.
Despite Marinette's crush on the model that was the size of Canada, she couldn't let him be in such a sad and depressed mood.
Adrien was tired. Well, he was many things this morning, but he could only focus on the tired aspect. He usually was better at this, but after the memory of his mother, he just couldn't function properly. Hell, he hadn't even brushed his hair!
Plagg hadn't said anything when Adrien walked into the room that morning, understanding that any comfort he tried to provided, at least at that time, would have done nothing to help. He had made sure that the kid had made sure to get to school, but Adrien had refused to eat anything, even though Plagg did nag him about that.
So when he heard a soft voice calling his name, it sounded so far off and so familiar that he couldn't help to look up. At first his hazy thoughts made the figure into the shape of his mother, before shifting to Ladybug, then finally resting on the figure of his half-Chinese classmate.
"M-Marinette?"
Marinette blushed slightly when he said that, but the look in her eyes only told of concern. She looked worried.
Is she worried about me?
"Are-are you, um, are you okay?" She asked, her gaze resting on him.
Adrien's first instinct was to say that he was fine, but there was something about the way her voice sounded and her posture that he couldn't form the lie on his tongue.
"Honestly, no...I'm not. I-I…"
"Y-you don't have to tell me. I-I mean! If you want to that's fine, but if you don't that's fine too! I won't pressure you."
Adrien was shocked by her caringness, this wasn't a side he usually got to see. Honestly it reminded him of Ladybug…
...Of his mother.
Adrien felt tears prick at his eyes, and ducked his head into his hands. He didn't want her to see him cry, but when he felt the comfort of her arms around him, he couldn't help wrapping his own around Marinette's waist and bury his head into her neck. It just felt natural to, like she was meant to be there.
Marinette was unsure of what to do when he started to cry, so she did the only thing she could think of.
Hug him.
It always work for her when she was a kid, and even now, just to feel the warmth and comfort of another person. When Adrien wrapped his arms around her, sure her face might permanently be stained red, but it felt natural, like they had done this before. She knew they hadn't, but it felt like it. They fit together like two puzzle pieces, a key in a lock, and other similar things that she couldn't think of at the moment. She won't tell him about some of their classmates walking in, only to be greeted by the sight of a sobbing Adrien in Marinette's arms. She had glared at them, knowing that they got the message to leave for a while. She was pretty sure that Ivan and Kim were now guarding the door.
Eventually Adrien calmed down and raised his head from her shoulder, a few sniffles escaping, but the tears had stopped, red marks being the only thing left in their place.
Adrien was embarrassed about crying in front of his classmate, then practically using her as a pillow to cry on. He was glad that she thought the red was from the tear stains.
"Um...t-thanks Marinette...I...I needed that."
Marinette smiled, a soft, gentle smile that grazed her lips. "It-it was nothing really. You looked like you needed it. It's okay to cry sometime."
Adrien smiled back and open his mouth to say something, only to have his stomach rumble, breaking his train of thought.
Marinette's eyes widened. "Have-have you not eaten anything?" She asked, having heard it as well.
Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. "Um...not really. I just kind of left, I wasn't hungry."
Marinette immediately began to dig around in her bag. "Well then, you need to eat something. It's not good to go without food."
"No no! It's fine! I'll be alright, I promise!"
Marinette shook her head. "No, you are eating something, and that's final. Here." She said, pulling out a scone from her bag. "Eat it."
Adrien prepared to protest, but the scone seemed to still be warm, and it did look appetizing. He hadn't realized how hungry he really was.
He hesitantly reached for it, taking it lightly from her hands as if it was glass. When he took a bite he swore he tasted heaven.
Adrien smiled, truly grateful, and swallowed the first bite. "Thank you Marinette."
As if remembering her nerves, she blushed, but smiled none the less and nodded.
Soon the class began to file in, signalling it was time to start the lesson. Marinette confirmed her theory of Kim and Ivan being gards about how they entered first and nodded discreetly in her direction. She gave them a grateful smile in return.
She went back to her seat, Alya trying to push the girl for details about what was going on, but Marinette didn't budge, smiling and only saying that she was just being a good friend as their teacher walking in.
Later when Adrien got home and looked at his desktop screen, the picture of his mother smiled brightly at him, the one that looked so much like Ladybug's, and now he realized that Marinette had the same smile as well.
That night he dreamed of two blue-eyed, dark haired girls with matching smiles and comforting touches.
And I am going to spontaneously combust from the feels. I legit almost cried while writing this, caught me right in the feels like asdfghjkl
And poor Adrien, I'M SO SORRY MY KITTEN SON TO MAKE YOU FEEL SO MUCH ANGST! Adrien Angst, that his name. (I am not sorry). He has a LOT to think about too, will he make the connection first between Marinette and Ladybug? Review with what you think!
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Well that's it for now, I am going to go and be a internet hobo once again, not that I'm not doing that already, so I will try to upload again soon (no promises), and I will tty then. PEACE!
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