This is an enemies AU fanfiction where Chat has always worked with Hawkmoth from the beginning
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THIS STORY IS MEANT FOR READERS AGES 13 AND UP.
THERE MAY BE SOME HUMOR OR SITUATIONS THAT MIGHT BE CONSIDERED INAPPROPRIATE FOR YO...
Chapter illustration by Corgi.likes.chat/Ballerinacorgi
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(Mood Music: "Christofori's Dream" David Lanz)
Adrien's eyelids fluttered open, a sleepy smile still present on his face. He breathed out a long, contented sigh, stretching his limbs out wide enough that they poked out of the bedcovers. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so well.
Last night, after Marinette awoke him from his most harrowing night terror to date, he'd fallen back asleep and something remarkable happened: for the second time in years, he'd actually had a pleasant dream. The only other time he hadn't suffered from his usual nightmares ever since becoming Chat Noir was on the first night that he'd arrived at the Dupain-Cheng residence.
He tried to think back, wondering what might have caused this, not just last night, but back on that first day Marinette had brought him home. What did these two occurrences have in common?
His mouth quirked to the side and his brow furrowed, deep in thought, trying to remember. He wasn't exactly in the best frame of mind when he'd arrived a couple of months back, given all that had happened when he ran away from his father; so it was no surprise that his memory of that night was hazy at best. Nevertheless, he hoped to find a correlation; if there was one, maybe he could figure out how to repeat it.
His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle hand sliding across his midsection. Disturbed by his movements, a smaller body rolled toward him, settling comfortably on his chest and breathing out a drowsy sigh.
He looked down and there she was: sweet, lovely Marinette; one of the dearest and most important people in his life. The raven-haired girl stirred, letting out a small whine; Adrien stilled, subconsciously holding his breath, not wanting to wake her and accidentally reveal his identity.
This became much harder when she reached around him, her fingers lightly skimming across his rib cage. His muscles tensed and he bit back a laugh; why did he have to be so darn ticklish?!
He readjusted himself, trying to shuffle out from underneath her; but she clinged to him like an overgrown barnacle, even in her unconscious state. I guess she's a cuddler, he thought, and he couldn't help but smile about how well that suited her.
It was still pretty dark in the room, as the sun hadn't risen yet. He glanced over at the wall clock; he still had about an hour and a half before he had to report to work at the bakery, so he didn't have to rush to get ready. Relieved, he sagged back down onto his pillow. He could relax for a little longer, he supposed.
Deciding to check his notifications while Marinette slept, he gingerly reached towards his nightstand to grab his phone, careful not to disturb her. He'd deactivated all his social media accounts since running away from home, so there weren't very many notifications; there was a school-related email and a couple of late night funny memes from Nino.
Adrien checked the Ladyblog next. No news about any akumas this morning, thankfully. However, there were a few blurry snapshots of the previous night's attack. He scrolled down for a bit, then stopped, his eyes popping open as he focused his attention on a particular photo.
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