1Disclaimer: Thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoy this latest oneshot and please, please let me know what you think because I love to hear from you guys! Also, obviously, I own nothing but the original characters and the plot itself. Thankies.
Also probably all of you are too old to get the reference imbedded in the chapter title. If anyone does besides me...thank you for not making me feel so old heh.
Holy Fanfiction, Cat Noir
Stretching his arms out above his head Adrien winced at the sounds his back made in reaction to the new movements. He had definitely been hunched over his keyboard for way too long, he acknowledged grimly. He was sure to pay for it tomorrow, too. But at least his homework was done for the weekend already, freeing it up for him to spend time with his friends if the Fates were kind. Possibly helping them with their own homework, Adrien thought with a rueful laugh as he continued to move his upper body in ways meant to loosen muscles-which mostly just pissed them off. Crap. How long had he been working?
A glance at the time in the corner of his main computer screen made him wince. Damn.
Oh well. Cest la vie. And he wouldn't even mind if he did end up spending the rest of his weekend helping his friends with their own painful workload. He actually liked it. It made him feel useful; like he was giving back to them. They were pretty much his only source of affection and support these days after all. They had no idea, really, how much they meant to him. Helping them with their studies was the least he could do.
"Though it is a little pathetic, me spending my Friday night doing homework like this. I'm a failure as a sixteen-year-old man. Who is also talking to himself like a complete loser." Adrien tacked on, absently looking around for Plagg in case he could pretend that was who he'd been talking to instead. Nope. Probably still on the couch in a cheese related food coma. The glutton.
Rolling his eyes over that Adrien turned his attempt back to the screen in front of him, double checking that everything was saved properly before exiting the program with a sigh of relief mixed with muscle related twinges.
Now what?
Maybe go to bed, though he wasn't that tired yet. Read a book, maybe? Or hey, he hadn't checked out Alya's Ladybug Blog in a while, Adrien realized. Nothing cheered him up quite like discussing how awesome his lady was with others in the chatroom. Or looking at the pictures people snapped and posted of her. There might be some new ones to add to his collection after that last battle two days ago.
With renewed energy-even though the voice in the back of his mind reminded Adrien that this was only going to make him more stiff and sore tomorrow-Adrien went to his bookmarked sites and settled in to enjoy some Ladybug time.
And he did, two new pictures added to his Ladybug folder before Adrien left the pics section and went to the message boards, always interested to see who they were speculating Ladybug actually was, discussions on her powers, the rest of her team, etc etc-What's that?
Pausing, Adrien frowned and then clicked on it, leaning forward to read the original post, which was written under Alya's username.
Apparently a fan in America had just informed her that some site called 'Archive of Our Own', or 'AO3' for short, had started allowing people to post something called Fanfiction on their site. Fanfiction about Ladybug. And there were links to various ones Alya had read and was recommending to people.
Wait. He'd heard of fanfiction. Where had he...Chloe!
It was a dim memory-he tried to block a lot of his interactions with Chloe out for obvious reasons-but hadn't she been in an uproar like a year, year and a half ago because she'd stumbled across some fanfiction involving him? She'd said something about people writing stories about him dating some singer or actress. That people did that for celebrities and fictional characters they liked online.
Chloe had claimed to be outraged on his behalf-rather than just furious at the idea of him dating someone else-and had said he should have his father sue the site or something. He'd just shrugged it off because it hadn't seemed like that big a deal. Creepy, yeah, since obviously these people didn't know him and them making up stories about him wasn't okay...but it was probably nicer stories than the ones the tabloids made up about people all the time too.
So people were writing stories about Ladybug now? Were there some about him, too, as Cat Noir?
Intrigued over the possibilities Adrien decided to click on one of the links, see what there was to see.
The story in question wasn't that long, a couple thousand words and in English, but it was pretty cute. A retelling of one of their battles with Mr. Pigeon. Which meant no real danger with plenty of absurdity and cause for amusement. The thoughts the writer attributed to Ladybug-well there was no way to know how accurate they were-but it was mostly in character. She wouldn't be upset by it, Adrien didn't think.
Scrolling back up to the top after he was done reading Adrien clicked on the link he thought would take him back to the main Ladybug page...which it did. Revealing that there were apparently a lot of stories out there about his lady already.
The first one wasn't in a language he recognized, and the second...a story about Ladybug and Rena Rouge as a couple? Seriously? That was...
Mind not going there, Adrien told himself sternly, skipping over that one pointedly.
Hey, this one featured him, too!
Apparently this was a oneshot-one chapter, maybe?-and it was about him and Ladybug enjoying a romantic evening while enjoying a midnight viewing of the Eiffel Tower from a nearby building.
Seriously? Did people write romantic stories about him and Ladybug? How had he not known about this?! Where had this been all his life?!
Clicking on it immediately Adrien's romantic heart was immediately immersed in the elegant description of his city and the way the author made Ladybug sound so beautiful and himself so handsome and charming. If only Ladybug thought the same!
Only is this story she did, Adrien belatedly realized, the written versions of them flirting playfully with each other in the story. And wow, what he would not GIVE to have Ladybug flirt with him. Lean against him and put her head on his shoulder. Kiss him on the cheek.
The mouth.
Oh.
Cheeks pinking up a little, not that he was complaining in the slightest, Adrien kept reading as the writer described a heated, passionate kiss between him and Ladybug. With tongue!
Reading about making out with the girl of your dreams was weird-but in a really, really good way.
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Five Minutes into the Fanfic
"Yeah. Her costume does not have a handy zipper like that. I've looked. If it weren't for the fact that she'd probably slap me if I asked how she-wait...why is Ladybug-HOLY SHIT!"
Adrien tried, but it was really, really hard to process the fact that in the story he-as Cat Noir-had just grabbed this magical zipper to Ladybug's superhero suit and pulled it down. To her waist. With his teeth.
Had done that and been allowed to KEEP his teeth.
And that was shocking enough...but it just got worse-BETTER as he compulsively continued to read as his brains were scrambled and vivid, erotic pictures formed in his head. And he had a great imagination. It came from being an only child without a lot of other kids to play with.
Though he'd never used his imagination-okay, that was a lie. But this was...so much hotter than anything his imagination had EVER come up with. He needed ice water, stat. Also-
"Mon Dieu. I'm-Cat Noir is-Ladybug's-my tongue is not like a cat in Cat Noir form! And if it was like a cat that wouldn't feel good, it would probably really hurt her-her nip-Fuck!"
Slapping a hand over his mouth Adrien went very still, hoping really hard that he hadn't woken Plagg up because if he did his kwami would want to know what he was yelling about and he did NOT want to have a discussion with Plagg about how he'd just read about his alter ego-who was technically, sorta Plagg too in a weird way-licking at Ladybug's bre-upper chest area.
Ladybug was not that big busted either, Adrien told himself when his thoughts returned to the screen, trying to distract himself and prevent his mind from going in other, more dangerous directions. Not that there was anything wrong with any part of Ladybug's body, she was perfect, but there was no way her breasts were the size of-nevermind. Nevermind. The point was total inaccuracy there. As was them being naked under their costumes. They were not naked!
Also-purely hypothetically-if he and Ladybug were to have...sex...while in superhero form-would that be considered a foursome seeing as their kwamis were a part of them at that point?
"Fuck. I did not need that idea in my head at ALL."
Slapping his palm against his forehead Adrien groaned, then tilted his head in the direction of the white screen in front of him. The white screen full of words that, if he focused on them again, would probably continue to describe he and Ladybug having sex...for anyone to read.
"No. No, I shouldn't read this." Adrien told himself sternly. "You'll never be able to look her in the eyes again if you do. You already act like enough of an idiot around her without your brain short-circuiting even more. Not to mention our costume leaves NOTHING to the imagination! Do you want to have to explain THAT to Ladybug?!"
Heck no.
But he also wanted to keep reading.
Would he and Ladybug actually, you know, go all the way in this story? Was that allowed online?
Wait. Scratch that. Of course it was. This was the internet after all. He was sheltered, yes, but even he was aware of the stuff that showed up often in his Junk Mail or sometimes got advertised when he looked up manga or anime. Or...other stuff.
He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. It was a bad idea. A horrible idea. Plagg could wake up at any minute too. It was a miracle he hadn't already.
Damn it. He was totally going to keep reading.
Bad idea. Worst idea ever.
Adrien lasted about three minutes before he caved...and proceeded to have his mind blown all over again. Not to mention the fact that all the blood in his head drained down to fill up another part of his anatomy as he read about him undressing Ladybug. Putting her legs over his shoulders and used his mouth and tongue to make her scream and gasp and beg for more while he-
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He was imagining it now. Imagining it was real and what it would be like to be able to kiss her, touch her, make Ladybug beg him for more of his touch instead of push him away. To be able to touch her bare skin, to feel her skin against his own...Hell. To have her belong to him as he so completely belonged to him.
Didn't it just figure...only in fiction was this possible.
But not even that thought was enough to dampen Adrien's new mood, especially as he kept reading and imagining and being right there with the fake versions of him and Ladybug when it came to heat and arousal. So much heat and arousal and he was a teenage boy and this was really hot and...and...
He was done for.
So done for. On a number of levels.
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Sunday Afternoon
So Saturday night Adrien had agreed to come over to Marinette's place to help her, Nino, and Alya with their homework. Nino had called him and Adrien had-in his sleep deprived, brain melted state-hadn't even really processed what he was agreeing to. He wouldn't have even remembered the conversation the next day if Plagg hadn't been there to remind him about it. He'd had to text Nino to ask about the agreed upon time because he didn't remember it.
Wouldn't have remembered because stupid, STUPID him had spent hours upon hours reading fanfiction all weekend. He had so, so many regrets. Especially since it had taken way longer than it should have for him to process the fact that he could be warned ahead of time about what kind of content he was about to read by reading the warning thingies that came after the title and before the summary on the main Ladybug page. Those were very, very important.
He'd learned a bunch of new words this weekend. Many of which he'd had to look up online. He'd seen and read things he could never unlearn and see.
God help him.
Though at least he'd had enough brain power left to know that he needed to erase his browsing history every time so that if his father got into his computer-or got Nathalie to do it-they wouldn't see him looking up sex related things like a nymphomaniac. Though he'd kinda want to see their faces if they did.
Actually...no. Thinking about sex and either of those two in the same thought...
Adrien shuddered. Time to think about something else. Like the stupidity of him doing this study date.
Really, he should cancel. They'd be able to muddle through things on their own without him. Probably. Only...maybe not? The sub they'd had for the past two weeks could have made a play by play commentary of the last Marvel movie seem boring and only worth sleeping through. He made your brain just shut off automatically, like Professor Binns from 'Harry Potter'. Heck, if it weren't for the fact that his father had hired some new tutors last summer to give Adrien a head start on his school work-heaven forbid he cut back on his modelling and 'required extracurriculars during the school year so that he could concentrate on his studies-Adrien probably wouldn't have gotten his own work done so easily.
Crap. He had to help them. Or at least try. It would be a distraction, at least.
And help him avoid temptation.
Grunting noises from the front seat had Adrien looking at his bodyguard questioningly-the gorilla meeting his gaze in the review mirror while giving him a pointed look.
Oh.
Looking around Adrien realized that they'd arrived...and maybe had been parked for a while. Oops.
"Sorry. I'll call you when we're done."
Manly grunt and nod.
All right then. Time to go. Oh-and undoing his seatbelt first would probably help.
Grabbing his messenger bag once he managed that Adrien slid the strap over his shoulder and then opened the car door, letting himself out and actually remembering to close the door behind him. Score. His brain was starting to function again. Surprise.
Sigh.
Adjusting the sunglasses he'd put on to hide his tired, bloodshot eyes from Nathalie and his bodyguard Adrien opted to leave them in place for the time being and instead slowly made his way to the back entrance to Marinette's house, not having to wait long before the door opened to reveal Marinette's father in the doorway.
"Hello, Adrien. It's been too long. Come in, come in."
"Thank you, Sir."
"I'm afraid your study buddies aren't here just yet." Mr. Dupain began as Adrien stepped inside. "Traffic is horribly backed up in Alya's neighborhood because of a protest she didn't know was happening. So many protests in the world these past few years. Needed ones." Marinette's dad added with a wink in Adrien's direction before he turned around to close the door behind them. "She and Nino were stuck on a bus, she said, but they called and said they would be here as soon as they could catch another. Marinette was babysitting for a friend of her mother's and apparently the mother got caught in the traffic jam as well. She should be here in ten minute or so."
"No worries." More time for his brain to hopefully focus on the task at hand. And him to review his own finished homework again to remind him what he was supposed to be teaching the others.
Mr. Dupain led the way to the living room, telling Adrien to go ahead and take a seat while he went and got the snacks he'd prepared for them.
Marinette's dad was so nice, Adrien thought as he dropped down onto the couch, setting his bag beside the couch with a thump. Why couldn't his dad be like Marinette's? He had so much he wanted to talk about and get off his chest, but he and his dad did not have that kind of relationship. Never had.
And talking about it with his guy friends...the idea turned Adrien's stomach. He was already so different from his friends. So behind when it came to what his peers were into and what was popular. He barely had time for a social life and-
Sighing, Adrien took off the sunglasses and set them aside, rubbing his hands over his abused eyes as he tried to remind himself that he wasn't thinking about this stuff now. He needed to get it together.
"Are you all right? Headache?"
Looking up from his hunched over position Adrien blinked to see Marinette's father standing nearby, a concerned look on his face as he walked over to set the tray he held on the nearby table, his gaze never leaving Adrien's face.
"I'm fine." Was Adrien's automatic response. Habit.
"I don't mean to pry-or call you a liar-but you don't look fine to me. Did something happen? If you're not feeling up to doing homework with the others, they'll understand."
"No. No I...I could use the distraction."
"Distractions can help, yes. Is there anything I can do to help, though? I'm a fairly good listener, I think. I would like to help, if I can."
