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Sidekick Adrien Ficlet Request 2
Absolutely! (Friendly reminder to everyone else that fic requests are closed, and I’m just writing the ones I got when they were open~)
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“Why the long face, my Lady? It’s not every day you’re awarded a medal for heroism.”
Ladybug sat on the edge of an electronic billboard, knees drawn to her chest. She sighed. “I had to skip out on a classmate’s party to attend the award ceremony,” she said. “A party I’d been looking forward to for weeks.”
The billboard continued to flicker back and forth between advertisements: a new car, a cell phone carrier, Gabriel Agreste’s latest men’s fragrance—featuring his son Adrien, gazing skyward.
“That’s un-fur-tunate. Can’t remember the last time I was invited to a party,” Chat Noir’s voice said over the ear piece he used to communicate with her.
Ladybug tried not to pout, and failed. “I made my own dress and everything. Stayed up late several nights to make sure it’d be done in time.”
“Hmm.”
She closed her eyes to block out the cheerful Paris skyline… only to scream in surprise when music burst through her ear piece. Flashes of colorful light came from the billboard, and when Ladybug turned around, she found a music video playing on it instead of the advertisements. “Chat Noir, what are you doing?”
“People dance at parties, right?”
Ladybug laughed. “Yeah, but I’m not going to dance up here by myself.”
“You’re not dancing by yourself. I’m dancing, too.”
She couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “No you’re not.”
“I am, and I’m terrible at it, so please don’t let me be the only one embarrassing myself.”
Ladybug climbed to her feet. There were people down below, looking up at the billboard with expressions ranging from curious to amused to apathetic. They must have been used to it by now—random electronic glitch? Chat Noir, showing off for his Lady again. She really couldn’t let him be the only one embarrassing himself.
So she threw her arms in the air and danced. By the second song she no longer cared who was watching. She even made requests to Chat Noir, who fulfilled them with the lightning speed of a skilled DJ. And when the music ended and she collapsed on the billboard, panting, she was satisfied to hear that Chat Noir was out of breath, too.
“I have a cramp,” he complained.
Ladybug grinned up at the few stars visible in the Parisian sky. “Then we should dance more often.”