[Montreal, 1993] A Miraculous Ladybug AU! Fiction

[Montreal, 1993] · chapter one ·

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·[ Montreal, 1993 ]·
by DeMoonFanfics

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Trust is a dangerous thing.
As he receives another blow to the head and the world turns pitch black, Adrien realizes he should have learned that a lot sooner.

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Word Count: 1,575

Chapter One | Adrienette

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[Montreal, 1993]

✒ [Monday, November 13th, 1992]

“Hey.”

Adrien jumped slightly, the sweet feminine voice jolting him awake from his readings.
He looked up.

“H-Hey.”

A girl looked at him from above. She was really pretty.
Adrien didn't get to see a lot of girls frequently – in fact, he didn't get to see a lot of people anytime –, but he could tell this one was prettier than most.

“I... Have a piece of advice I'd feel really selfish not to share?”

She offered.

Her hair was short, falling just above her shoulders and framing the girl's delicate face in a dark blue waterfall.
He swallowed nervously. The girl sent him a sweet smile, and Adrien thought his mother might have reincarnated in the body of a teenager – but that was impossible, right? Reincarnations could only happen with newborn babies, as far as he knew.

“H-Huhm, yeah, sure.”

[His voice probably broke, but he chose to ignore it. Luckily for him, the girl did the same – or didn't notice.

Her position shifted slightly, and she clasped the petite hands behind her back. Somehow, she still seemed confident. And, although he noticed it, nothing changed. Adrien didn't feel intimidated by that leadership and confidence the girl irradiated, but instead safe. Comfortable. Protected. For a few seconds, at least.

“You can try to picture them naked if you have to speak. It usually helps.”

He chuckled slightly.

”Oh, hm... You see... It's actually my Father...”

The girl lifted a hand.
Adrien shut up immediately, shrinking in fear and holding the book in his hands unnecessarily close, searching protection on the object in vain. Certainly, he would be punished for joking with his dad. It was disrespectful, and it shouldn't be done. She'd remind him of that, he had no doubt.

Yet, the Court's Hall seemed as busy as always. Nothing connected to his cheek with the force of a thunderstorm, like it usually happened. He didn't need to close his mouth to suppress a scream and avoid being hit again, because he simply wasn't in the first place.