Miraculous Fanfictions

Adrien?!(P2)

Marinette's POV:

Marinette stands inside Adrien's home, still not entirely sure what she looks like or who she is. She doesn't know where to go and regrets not asking Chat for directions.

What seems to be a large corridor stretches on before her. Doors decorate the hallway and chandeliers hang from the ceiling every 20 or so feet. It was absolutely immense and her mouth was open in shock.

"M. Agreste." Called a tall, formal looking lady from down the hall. She wore a red turtleneck with a black jacket and black pants, along with high heels. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and dyed red on the left side. "Where have you been? Why did you come in from the back?" She asks, standing with her hands together and her back straight. A serious look adorned her face.

"You were almost late for your meeting with M. Moreau." She said, seeming to be angry that he was late. She motioned with her eyes for Marinette to follow her as she turned around and started walking.

"Sorry, ma'am." She said quietly and followed her obediently. The woman seemed slightly surprised at the answer and continued to walk with furrowed brows.

Agreste? As in... No, surely not. That would just be too perfect now, wouldn't it? She thought. She giggled quietly and it turned into a sigh. The formal looking woman stopped in front of the door to what seemed to be a large office. She looked expectantly at Marinette, who tried to not seem so excited to see what was inside.

"You may go in." The woman said, opening the door for Marinette as she walked forward. She quickly scanned the room only to find that it was just an over glorified office. She chewed on her... well his lip and walked over to sit next to a tall man. In front of her was a large, black, empty spinning chair behind a dark, wooden desk. The man and herself sat on two cushioned chairs that faced towards the black one.

The man next to her had grey hair but looked too young to have it. She suspected it might've just been a fashion thing. He wore a black suit with a burgundy vest underneath. A matching handkerchief stuck out of his pocket and a rather expensive looking watch rested on his wrist.

He tapped his foot impatiently, and Marinette wondered whether or not he even noticed her when she walked in. She didn't have much time as someone she knew walked through the door.

Gabriel Agreste. The popular fashion designer. Someone she looked up to. And at that moment, she knew who she was. As if to confirm it, Mr. Agreste walked towards his chair and sat down.

"Adrien," he said, seeming exhausted. "I need you to talk with M. Moreau to discuss options for future photo shoots." He gave Marinette a meaningful look. "Might I remind you how generous M. Moreau is being towards you, and you were a little late as well which is greatly disrespectful... Is something wrong?" M. Agrest asked, looking a little worried, but mostly annoyed at Marinette's shocked face.

"J-j-just n-not feeling well." She muttered clumsily. "May I be excused, Papa?" She could almost hear him cringe as he looked at her. She got the feeling Adrien didn't call him that very often.

"Uh, yes. You may be excused. Go to your room and Nathalie will look after you," He said, looking genuinely surprised.

"I sincerely apologise, M. Moreau, it seems Adrien's condition has taken a turn for the worse. You must excuse him." He said simply. "But if you wish to speak with me about the photo shoots, I am willing."

M. Moreau nodded and they chatted away about clothing styles, brands, and different poses and other things.

They started talking about strange brands and styles of clothing, along with different posing styles and other things. As Marinette walked towards the door she had entered into the office from. Nathalie wore a look of surprise and confusion, which was quickly molded into her usual stoic look.

"M. Agreste, I know it's not entirely my place to ask what is going on in your personal life, but..." She sighed and continued walking. "Is anything wrong? You have never excused yourself from such an important meeting before, and I know you care deeply about your photographers and what they expect of you. So, are you seriously ill, or is it something else?" She asked, stopping and turning around to look at Marinette.

"Uh- uh, I don't know." She said clumsily, almost running into Nathalie when she stopped suddenly. "I'm just not feeling well at all, and I think I just need to lie down... I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow, I just can't think straight at the moment." She tried not to focus on the way her voice sounded... Adrien's voice. 

"Of course, M. Agreste." Nathalie replied, and Marinette gave her a smile of gratitude. The woman was unable to hide the small expression of disbelief before she turned around and led Marinette to the end of the hall and up a large set of stairs.

"Here you are. I will bring refreshments later if you call. The usual Camembert?"

So, that's why he smells like stinky cheese sometimes. She tried to hide her smile as she nodded and walked into Adrien's room. It was just about the size of her own living room and she looked around in awe, hearing Nathalie close the door behind her.

He has skateboard ramps?! In his room? She thought, her eyes darting around the room. And so many books! She excitedly walked over to the spiral staircase that would lead her to the top when she heard a small, squeaky-ish voice behind her.

"So, you were Marinette after all," said a small, black Kwami who was floating beside her head.

"Woah!" Marinette jumped in surprise and then saw the small cat. "Aww. You're so cute!" She ran a hand over his head and he purred happily. His voice sounded so weird when she'd said that, so she decided to talk normally from now on.

"More to the point, though," Marinette said, "You are Chat... er, Adrien's Kwami? It's Plagg, right? I remember you telling me that when you made me transform earlier." The small cat nodded and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Does Tikki know that Adrien is Chat?" Marinette asked, sighing and pulling her hand up to her hair so she could play with her pigtails. When they weren't there, she put them back down at her sides and sighed again.

"We both have our suspicions, but we never really know," he said in a bored voice. "You should call up some Camembert for me." He floated down towards a small table that sat in front of a large screen and turned on the news. Everything was a mess, and she felt guilty that she wasn't out there. There were a lot of people running around in different bodies, and everyone was complaining that they could no longer trust anyone.

"We have to go out there!" She said, her frantic inflections sounding odd in Adrien's voice. "How can you be so calm?"

"Look, Ladybug," He said, stifling a yawn. "Neither of you can do anything in your current situations, so I'd lie low for now. Get some rest." Plagg floated over to a comfy cushion that sat on one of the windowsills that was warmed by the sun. "Order the Camembert now and let me sleep."

"Okay," she said, looking around the room. "How?"

"The phone that is by your- er, Adrien's bed. Go press the intercom and say 'Bring me the Camembert' or something to that effect." He said as he sat on the cushion and yawned again.

"Alright." She walked towards the phone and pressed the intercom button. "Hello. I'd like the Camembert now," she said lamely, cringing at how his voice sounded like he was ordering something from a fast food restaurant.

"Certainly." Nathalie replied.

 Marinette walked towards Adrien's bed to wait for the Camembert and layed down on it. It smelled like him and she smiled.

Plagg took notice of this, but kept his mouth shut and waited for his delicious cheese to arrive.