Aged up to after leaving lycee. Adrien is modeling full time for a while, Marinette is majoring in fashion, or something like that. Alya and Nino are on a trip around Europe.
Lonely Adrien/Marinette want to talk to their best friends but they are always busy having adventures and can’t talk, so they have to hang out together and there is Adrinette cuteness.
But Alya and Nino’s adventures are just increasingly bizarre. Like, maybe they start simple, like, “I would talk but there is a really cool music festival happening and I need to check it out.” but soon they are like, “Sorry bro, I have to break Alya out of a Turkish prison, I’ll talk to you later.” and “Yeah, Nino has been kidnapped by a princess who wants to marry him, I have to save him.” and “We found an ancient treasure in a temple in the jungle and we had to fight a immortal guardian, I’ll upload some pics later.”
And Adrien and Marinette are just like, slightly annoyed that they aren’t there to listen to their romantic difficulties.
shoutout to @zoenightstars for the ending idea because it made this 10x better
Alya isn’t paying attention to him.
She’s been busy all day, frantically typing articles and talking to Marinette on the phone. She disappeared for an hour, but she came back with cookies from Dupain-Cheng bakery, so that had been worth it.
Usually, Nino wouldn’t mind. But he also usually has things to do.
Alya’s sitting at the table texting as she chews on a pen. She’s been working on this particular article for about a week and he knows she’s reaching The Point. The point where she screams. Once she gets that out, it’ll be fine and she’ll pump out the rest of the article in about an hour. But if the look of concentration on her face says anything, it’ll be hours before she reaches that level of frustration.
Nino leans his head back to stare at the ceiling. Yup. He’s bored. He rolls his his head to the side, eyes landing on the throw pillow next to him.
He is a married man with a solid job and actually pays his rent on time. He also has the maturity of a twelve year old.
Well, Alya didn’t marry him because he was mature.
Nino smirks and grabs the pillow. “Hey, babe,” he says.
Alya looks up in surprise, dropping the pen. “Huh?”
“I have to tell you something.” He’s overplaying it as much as he can, trying to keep a straight face.
She gives him a confused look. “What is it?”
Nino stands up, turning to fully face her. “I’m pregnant.”
Alya’s gaze drops to the pillow stuffed up his shirt. She blinks twice before bursting out laughing, grabbing her phone to snap a picture.
Nino strikes his best ‘we’re having a baby!’ pose. Adrien would be proud.
Alya puts her phone down with a snort. She picks up her pen and twirls it. “Same.”
okay but Ninoir where Adrien is absolutely CONVINCED that he CANNOT come out as Adrien Agreste and terrified of what his dad would think, but where it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks if Chat NOIR flirts with anything that moves, right? Ladybug doesn’t take him seriously anyway, and it’d be nice to … well. He’s fifteen, okay, he’d like to maybe get to kiss somebody eventually. And, like … STUFF.
So Very Bisexual Chat Noir flirts with literally everyone he finds even REMOTELY attractive: Ladybug, Marinette, Alya, various akuma–hell, he could even flirt with NINO if he wanted, he realizes when the opportunity presents itself; what’s stopping him? Father will never know. He doesn’t even have to tell his friends. It’s safe. And it’s just a little harmless flirting, it’s not like it’s even that big a deal.
(it is a very big deal. it is the HUGEST deal. ADRIEN IS NOT PREPARED FOR THE LEVEL OF DEAL IT IS ABOUT TO BE.)
So Chat Noir lays a line on Nino Lahiffe.
And Nino Lahiffe, unlike all previous contenders, is sincerely and genuinely INTO IT. He gets this crooked grin on his face and leans into Chat’s space and is like “oh yeah? tell me more, tiger”.
And Chat FUCKING PANICS and stammers all over himself and Nino kind of laughs a little and then it’s like “omg I’ve been CHALLENGED” and Chat just goes Full Fucking Tomcat and anyway basically the next two hours is a very long game of Gay Chicken but the people playing are actually super attracted to each other and also neither actually wants to stop and then wham bam Chat Noir suddenly has a boyfriend.
Chat Noir has a boyfriend. Who he has to see every day in class. And sit next to. And be best friends with. And NOT BE BOYFRIEND-LY TO.
… mistakes were made.
“And bro, he is SO hot, I cannot even explain how hot he is unless you’ve seen him up close and personal, it’s ridiculous. And also he BLUSHES like a PEACH and is so easy to fluster and somehow that makes him EVEN HOTTER?” Nino rhapsodizes over lunch while Adrien nods along like a good and supportive and VERY PLATONIC friend, staring past Nino’s shoulder and internally sCREAMING the whole time.
(aka the story of how Nino gets catnapped off the sidewalk literally fifteen seconds after school lets out and is like “not that I’m not into this but actually I had plans with my buddy Adrien this afternoon” and Chat is like “I’M SURE HE’LL UNDERSTAND”)
Based on an actual convo I had with my friend. In which I am Adrien and to this day it still makes her burst out laughing. I have no idea what those dream ppl were saying but i knew it was Japanese. Thank you head for giving me subs, i prefer that over dub anyways. I remember waking up confused and muttering to myself that I don’t know Japanese.
So, I learned several very valuable…and very painful… lessons today.
First, and most importantly: PMS-ing is not the form of communication I thought
…it is far more violent. And apparently, exclusive to girls.
Second, and in a close tie for first: Alya is perfectly
capable of ending me. The only reason I am even alive to have learned this
lesson is because she chose to let me live.
Third: If I ever make Marinette cry again, I am confident my
body will never be found. Alya has assured me of this… after throwing me over
her shoulder and pinning me to the desk where Marinette normally would be
…if she hadn’t run out of the school in tears.
Because of me.
Asking for her number.
Because I heard she was PMS-ing.
I am a monster… after Alya allowed me to breathe again, and
Nino stopped laughing so hard he could
breathe again, my “best friend” explained to me what PMS-ing actually was…
…where is the nearest hole so I can crawl in and die!?
-Adrien A-Walking-Dead-Man Agreste
4 Feb 2017
…That’s it. I’m done. Adrien OUT.
Like, Nino told me that girls’ ‘time of the month’ would sync up if they are in close proximity but I didn’t believe him…
…til I tried to ask Ladybug about PMS-ing tonight.
I just wanted to know why it made girls so sensitive, so that I would know how to not die next month…
…and the next thing I know, LB was chasing me around Paris beating me with my own baton!!!
i’m not sure why this idea came to me but it did. (aged up because you don’t want four 15 year olds driving around france unsupervised.)
nino and alya are the only ones allowed to drive. marinette can barely walk in a straight line when she’s around adrien and nino is not about to let her drive his car. adrien only got his licence last week and can barely drive four blocks without panicking.
alya gets very angry very easily at idiots who don’t use the freaking turn signal oh my god. she enjoys honking the horn at them. nino has introduced a honk jar. alya owes him a euro every time she irrationally honks the horn.
alya never actually calls shotgun but she always gets the passenger seat when not driving.
the only reason nino puts up with her backseat driving all the time is because watching marinette and adrien interact in the rear view mirror is hilarious.
marinette falls asleep really easy in car journeys and always brings a blanket with her because she gets cold easily too. adrien tries to steal the blanket whenever he sees an opportunity. he fails each time.
when she’s asleep marinette has a habit of stretching herself out in weird ways. on more than one occasion she has ended up draped over adrien. when she finds out, she’s mortified.
adrien doesn’t mind. in fact, if marinette is leaning on the door or window, he’ll gently pull her over and encourage her to use him as a human pillow. adrien says that it’s because he wants blanket access. alya says he’s deluding himself.
nino finds this ridiculously cute and is very verbal about it to the point that adrien goes red because it’s not his fault that marinette is warm and snuggly and her hair smells like cookies and she’s perfect cuddling size and shut up nino stop laughing come on.
nino and marinette are in charge of roadtrip playlists. it’s an unwritten rule. they have a ‘belt-these-tunes-out-at-the-top-of-your-lungs’ playlist, a ‘marinette-is-asleep-so-here’s-some-chill-music’ playlist, a ‘we-need-to-distract-alya-otherwise-she-will-get-in-a-fight’ playlist, and a ‘we-think-we-are-lost’ playlist.
unbeknownst to marinette, nino has a ‘holy-shit-alya-look-marinette-and-adrien-are-both-asleep-and-they-are-SNUGGLING-playlist’. this particular playlist is played way too many times.
one time they were stuck in traffic for five hours and adrien managed to teach himself how to solve a rubiks cube. marinette wanted to punch him because it took her five years to solve hers.
sometimes alya vlogs the roadtrips. most of the footage consists of arguments with nino over driving, adrien singing along to the moana soundtrack at full volume, and marinette and adrien fighting over the blanket whilst they’re both asleep in the back.
nino likes paper maps. alya likes google maps. there is much arguing.
on their last roadtrip the air conditioning in nino’s car broke so they had all the windows down. adrien ended up swallowing a fly and now refuses to roll his window down ever again.
there is a unanimous agreement that if call me maybe ever comes on they are all obligated to sing along, no matter what.
The phone call had ended almost fifteen minutes ago, but Adrien and Nino were still staring at the phone in shock.
“Three months,” Nino whispered, finally breaking the silence. “Holy shit.”
“We can’t talk like that anymore,” Adrien muttered, dazed.
“How are we going to get ready in time? Just last month that woman at the agency said it might be another year or more before we even got picked, and now-“
“She also said to expect the unexpected,” Adrien said, a grin starting to spread across his face.
“There’s so much stuff to get, we don’t even have a room set up yet, I still haven’t gotten around to reading half the books I bought, we need to start looking up-“
“Hey, hey.” Adrien grabbed Nino’s hand, laughing slightly. “Usually you’re the one that has to tell me to chill.”
“Nothing about this is usual!”
“I know three months feels like nothing, but it’s enough time, I promise.” Adrien kissed the back of Nino’s hand, and Nino took a deep breath and let it out. “Let’s take this one day at a time, okay? We can start the big stuff tomorrow, but for tonight let’s just do one little thing. Like…” Adrien thought for a moment. “Let’s start figuring out a name.”
Nino laughed. “I thought you already had a name picked out.”
“You told me if you ever had a daughter, you were naming her Usagi.”
Adrien’s cheeks turned pink. “What? I did not. I don’t remember that.”
“It was, like, the first week we met.”
Adrien’s blush deepened. “Okay, yeah, that sounds like something fourteen year old Adrien would say,” he admitted. “You’re not going to hold me to that, are you?”
“I don’t know, man, I’ve had over ten years to get used to the name ‘Usagi Agreste-Lahiffe’, I’m kind of attached at this point.” Nino managed to keep a straight face for another three seconds, and then he burst out laughing. “Okay, no, you got me, there is no way I’m letting you name our daughter Usagi, I don’t care how good you think that show is.” Adrien froze. “What?”
“You said ‘our daughter’.”
Nino’s grin widened. “Uh huh.”
“Not just hypothetically. A real baby girl that’s going to be ours in three months.”
Nino squeezed Adrien’s hand. “That’s right.”
Adrien took a deep breath of his own. “Holy shit.”
We aren’t/won’t be the only ones who call Adrien Adrien “She’s just a friend” Agreste. Nino and Alya noticed how often he’s said that and began to tease him about it, both before AND after Marinette and him start dating.
They tease him about it constantly, to which Adrien tries to blow it off and blushes.
Adrien: You guys can stop calling me that now. *wraps an arm around Marinette* We’be been dating for three months…
Alya: Are you sure? “Just a friend” Agreste? Are you positive Marinette isn’t just a good friend?
Nino: *laughing in the background*
Adrien: *blushing* Sh-Shut up guys! I said that, like, once. (Totally didn’t say it just once)
Alya: *walking away with Nino* Mhmm, yeah, yeah. Tell that to the judge.
“Oh shut up, you’re supposedly not even listening anymore,” Alya said. “This is possibly the most fascinating thing you’ve ever told me. I’m still half convinced you’re lying to me.”
“Listen, when we were in école together, Chloe and Marinette were inseparable.”
“Wait a minute,” Adrien perked up suddenly. “Chloe, that best girlfriend in the whole wide world you were always telling me about when we were kids….that was Marinette!?”
Marinette dug through her book bag, pulled out a pen, and held it out to Kim who was standing by her desk. “Here. Take it. Stab me with it. Do it.”
“We are not talking about that Adrien!!” Chloe screamed, standing up from her chair. “That was a part of my dark past how dare you bring it up!”
“Oh man, they did everything together,” Nino laughed. “Did arts and crafts projects together, went to the park together, got friendship bracelets together, it was super adorable.”
“We were like eight!” Marinette wailed. “Oh my God, that was forever ago!”
“Just makes it even more adorable,” Nino shrugged. “But yeah they announced to the whole class one day that if they didn’t have any boyfriends by the time they graduated lycée, that they were going to date each other and then get married. I humbly accepted the responsibility of marrying them myself, Juleka was going to be in charge of makeup, Max was in charge of fundraising, and Nathanael was going to design the invitations.”
“I have preliminary sketches if you want them,” Nathanael said from the back of the classroom. “I was thinking a pink and yellow theme. Possibly a spring wedding.”
“Oh my God, can I be Marinette’s maid of honor?” Alya gasped.
“There’s no wedding!” Marinette shrieked.
“I was going to be Chloe’s best man, so that works,” Adrien grinned. “Or wait. Does she get a maid of honor instead of a best man? How does that work again?”
“How about this?” Nino decided. “Alya is Marinette’s maid of honor. I’m Marinette’s best man. You’re Chloe’s best man. And Sabrina’s Chloe’s maid of honor. That way we’re all even.”
“Oh perfect!” Sabrina smiled, clapping her hands together. “I already started drafting a speech. I was hoping someone could take a look at it for me and tell me what they think.”
“Done!” Chloe announced, getting up from her seat. “Five thousand percent done! I’m burying myself in shame in the park! Don’t look for me!”