Miraculous Ladybug OneShots

Chloe's Realization

Marinette had finally made it to class early and was greeted with Chloe arguing with her friends.

"Woah! Wait! What's going on?" she asked, rushing to her seat.

"A disagreement. What else?" Alya declared, rolling her eyes.

"Okay. Let's see if I can help. Chloe, what is the problem? Is it school related?" Mari questioned.

"We all had to do that stupid essay where we wrote about the future." she began.

Marinette nodded and let her continue, "Well, your loser friends laughed at me when I said that I would marry Adrikins and we would be the perfect power couple!"

"Adrikins will be a fabulous designer when he's older; just like his father. Moi; will be as great as my mother!" Chloe concluded.

"Adrien? A designer?" Alya questioned.

She had seen Adrien in art class and his art work wasn't that much better then her twin sisters. He definitely hadn't gotten the art gene from his dad.

"Adrikins use to sew my dolls dresses when we were toddlers. He was so careful with the needle and thread. Sometimes, he even fixed the tears in my favorite dresses." Chloe gushed.

Nino, Alya, and Marinette looked at each other in confusion. It was only last week that Adrien had run to Marinette, close to tears, that a button had come undone on his over shirt. Marinette quickly offered to fix it before his father found out. Adrien couldn't thank Marinette enough once it was finished.

"You sure about that, Chloe?" Nino questioned.

"Of course I am; we're meant to be! Designer and model!" Chloe declared, "Once he inherits the company, I'll be modelling everything; just like his mother use to!"

"Adrikins!" Chloe cried out, hugging him as he walked in the door.

"He-Hey, Chloe." Adrien smiled, pulling away.

"I was just telling these losers how great you are at sewing and how-" She began.

"What are you talking about?" Adrien questioned, "I can't sew to save my life."

"But, but, all the dresses!" Chloe stammered out.

"What dresses?" he asked, "Oh! I get it; you were dreaming!"

Chloe stomped her foot and glared at him, "I'm talking about when we were kids, Adrikins! You use to fix my doll's dresses for me!"

Adrien tilted his head in confusion, but suddenly understood, "Ooooh!" he exclaimed.

Chloe smiled brightly, expecting Adrien to confess to all his great deeds, "I told you; he-"

"That wasn't me" Adrien stated, "That was Felix."

"What?" Chloe shrieked.

"Felix and I use to switch places all the time as kids. Sometimes, he didn't want to go to things with his mom, so I'd go in his place. He'd stay in my room and read books. They were usually places with crowds. Some of those days, he went to your hotel." Adrien confessed.

Chloe's jaw dropped.

"Sorry, Chloe, but those days contain my best memories. Aunt Amelia knew my parents didn't want to let me go out. I'm sure she knew about the switches; they were probably her idea. I think it was her way of spending time with me. She would accidentally say my name and then laugh, saying she meant to say Felix. I'd just smile. It was like this awesome secret; I got to be a normal kid and go to the zoo or the park! It was amazing!" he explained.

Chloe was stunned. Her best days were those days with Adrien, at the hotel, and it wasn't even him!

Adrien shrugged and continued, "I'm not into fashion. Everything you see me wear is picked out for me. I can't draw or sew. If Father hands the company over to me, I'll probably work behind the scenes. He'll have to eventually find someone to take over as a designer. I don't think I'd find anyone within his standards."

Adrien walked passed Chloe and over to his friends. He placed a hand on Marinette's shoulder, drawing her attention. Mari looked up at him, from her seat, and blushed at the contact.

Adrien smiled down at her and admitted, "It's why I like watching Marinette draw. She's amazing at it and her designs seem to come to life on the page. I know I'm not my father, but-"

"Th-Thanks A-Adrien." Marinette interrupted, "Even from you, it means a lot to me."

Mairnette couldn't keep the smile off her face, from Adrien praising her skills. Adrien could tell he made her really happy with that one comment. He let a soft smile spread across his face, at least until he noticed her sketchbook open.

"Are you working on something new?" he questioned, as he grabbed her sketchbook.

"Oh!" Marinette squeaked.

She reached to grab it back, but stopped. She could tell Adrien was really focusing what was on the page.

"Yeah." Mari finally spoke up, "I wanted to make Maman something for her birthday. I'm still looking at different colors and the culture. Everything has different meaning and I don't want to make it say the wrong thing."

"I can help." Adrien decided.

"Huh?" Marinette questioned.

"I speak Mandarin, remember?" he commented.

"You wanna help me make Maman's gift?" she asked.

'Shit! Was that the wrong thing to say?'

"Well, I wouldn't be making it, but-" the Agreste heir began to back track.

Marinette jumped out of her seat and hugged him.

"Thank you, Adrien!" she cried.

"You're welcome, Mari." Adrien whispered, as he returned the hug.

Chloe walked away from the door, without a word, and took her seat. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Adrien slide into the seat next to Marinette and her friend, take Adrien's. She knew Adrien always smiled when he was near Marinette; it only added to the list of why she hated her. She couldn't bring that smile back not matter how hard she tried, or his laugh, and yet, she did it with such ease.

All those years, she knew that smile he gave her, was meant for her, but it hadn't even been his smile. All this time, she said they were meant to be, but it had all been a lie. She hadn't even been able to tell them apart. She was never meant to be with Adrien; she was meant to be with Felix! Felix; who cared about her mother leaving her, who cared that her dress tore, who brushed her hair and gave her chocolate bon bons when she was sad.

Chloe took out her phone and clicked on his name.

To Grumpy: So I guess, I'm suppose to say thank you or whatever for those times you brushed my hair.

From Grumpy: You're welcome.

"Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous." she whispered to herself, covering the smile that broke across her face.