Miraculous Red Hands: a Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

Chapter Seven: A Miraculous Dinner, pt. 1

Published: June 6th, 2018

Words: 1843 (!!!)

{ it's been a tough few months but this is a nice way to relieve my stress. hope y'all like this fanfic (i mean you wouldn't be reading it if you didn't enjoy it so that's chill) lol love you }

Buzz-buzz.

Buzz-buzz.

Nino and Alya both reach for their respective phones, which called for attention.

"It's Marinette." Alya announced, a glance of worry to Nino.

Nino focused on his phone, which blared the title "Adrien Agreste" with several heart emojis. He hid his phone from Alya's view, embarrassed by his own joke. Nino and Adrien were so close, they had no problem joking around about how they sort of acted like a couple, taking each other to lunches (or bakeries) and arguing playfully about Who will pay this time? Adrien always insisted, and won usually, but Nino fought nonetheless. Nino didn't like that Adrien wore the pants in the relationship.

They each answered simultaneously.

"Adrien asked me to dinner tomorrow!--" "--Marinette said yes!"

Nino and Alya shared a look of amusement before congratulating the two friends.

"That's great, Marinette! Did he mention Nino and I?"

"Yep! I'm so excited to have you all over tomorrow, Alya!" Alya seemed pleased, as if a plan had been unfolding right in front of her. Nino knew that look, and he was afraid.

"Hey, Nino, what should I wear tomorrow?" Nino snapped away from Alya, who caught him staring. She winked at him, and he decided to go along with her plan.

"What should you wear? Adrien, are you forgetting who your father is? Ask him, not me, dude."

"Are you forgetting that if my dad ever hears of me eating at Marinette's bakery with you three instead of attending a photoshoot he'll somehow ground me until the day I die? I haven't told him, and I never will." Nino placed a finger on his lip thoughtfully.

"Yeah, you're right. What should we wear tomorrow, Alya?" Alya focused on her boyfriend, who now wore a worn-out baseball hat, baggy jeans, and a t-shirt from the 90's. He was still a bit sweaty from running a mile over to Alya's apartment a few minutes before.

"I don't know, Nino, but you're looking pretty hot already," Alya whispered. She felt Nino's cheek affectionately, moving closer. Nino was pleasantly surprised by the compliment, but he was even more attracted to the girl who smiled devilishly up at him.

"Oh, yeah?" Nino wrapped an arm around Alya's waist, trapping her between Nino's chest and his forearm. "I'm nothing compared to your glorious hotness," Nino teased. They simultaneously lowered their phones from their ears, moving on to each other's lips instead.

"Alya? Alya! Are you still there?" Marinette squeaked.

"Oh, you two are weird." Adrien commented. "I'll text you later."

Both Adrien and Marinette hung up on their best friends.

Adrien fell backwards onto his queen-sized bed, and Marinette slumped forward onto her desk. It would be nice to be loved by someone like they love each other.

A touch of a blush appeared over Adrien's cheeks and his heart soared as he glanced at the Ladybug figurine above his desk. But disappointment swallowed all feelings of affection as he recalled the many times Ladybug had refused him as Chat Noir, stating clearly that any romantic connection to each other would only distract from the job. Adrien's mind began to wander. After all, his mind was his only safe place; away from his father's eyes, the public's curious stares and France's prying.