currently writing: further adventures in trans!Adrien revealfic
Adrien was prepared for a lot of possibilities, when the time to learn each other’s identities came. “Ill-timed coincidence” was not exactly the one he was hoping for.
“Adrien,” Plagg says warily, bobbing up in front of his face. Adrien feels Isobel’s expression crumple into–into the kind of expression he’s not supposed to wear. One of the many kinds of expressions he’s not supposed to wear, actually, since it’s not as if there’s any shortage of those.
“Ladybug called me Isobel,” he croaks.
“Yeah, well, she doesn’t know any better,” Plagg says. Which is true. Nobody knows any better, except for Plagg and Chloe, and Plagg only knows because he’s magic and Chloe only knows because when he was ten some photographer he doesn’t even remember anymore put him in a frilly orange dress for a shoot and told him to prove to the camera that he was the prettiest little girl in all of Paris, and that had gone … about as well as could be expected, Adrien supposed.
“That’s not my name,” he says, dull and quiet.
“Since when do I not know your name?” Plagg snorts, and Adrien smiles humorlessly, because–of course Plagg knows his name. Plagg knows his name better than anyone else in the entire world.
He needs to transform. He needs to help Ladybug. He needs to fight.
He needs to hear her call him “Chat”.
“Claws out,” he says, reaching out to Plagg. Plagg dives into the ring and everything in the world becomes that brief shining moment of green light and motion–the moment he interrupted Ladybug during, the moment he interrupted Marinette during, the moment where his body is remade and made right, sleeker and stronger and really his body–and then Adrien is Chat Noir and everything is better.
Being Chat is always better, no matter how bad everything else is.