(This is my first time attempting to write a trans character so I hope this is alright.)
“Adrien, stop wiggling! I can’t get the wrinkles out.”
Adrien rolled his eyes as he felt Marinette smoothed out the back of his jacket. “There aren’t any wrinkles. You checked three times, it’s fine.”
Marinette stuck out her tongue as she inspected his sleeve jacket. “Well, I need to at least check for cat hair.” Her eyes narrowed. “Plagg has a habit of leaving his fur on your clothes.”
Adrien opened and then shut his mouth as he sighed. “Yeah, you’re not wrong.”
It wasn’t as if Plagg did it on purpose, or at least he better not be doing it on purpose..but Adrien wouldn’t put it past the little kwami. “Hope he and the other kwami are enjoying the show from the rafters.”
“We certainly gave them enough snacks to keep them busy,” Marinette said with a sigh as she stepped back and began to fidget. “Although, what if one of them drops some popcorn and one of the models trips? What if an outfit gets torn? What if I trip and I’m a laughing stock?! I’ll be famously known as the dumb girl who ruined her first fashion show! What if-”
“Marinette,” Adrien said gently as he placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “It’s going to be fine. Deep breaths, remember?”
Marinette shut her eyes as she placed a hand over her chest. “Right, right. After fighting all of those Akuma, I can handle one fashion show, right?”
“Right,” Adrien said with an encouraging smile as he tugged on his loose tie. “On that note, would you please tie this for me?”
Marinette giggled as she shook a finger before tackling the tie. “Adrien Agreste, you are a model, the son of one of the world’s most famous fashion designers, 22 years old and you still don’t know how to tie a tie?”
Adrien gave a bitter laugh. “No, strangely enough I never learned to do it myself. Probably due to Father being too busy playing super villain to bother. He probably assumed someone else taught me.”
Marinette cringed as she gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“It’s okay,” Adrien said with half smile.
Even though it had been a good number of years now, the reveal of his own father being one of the greatest enemies of Ladybug and Chat Noir still stung. That had been a dark time for him, he had just been lucky that he and Marinette had revealed their identities by then. He didn’t know how he would have gotten through it without her support. Heck, her parents had practically adopted Adrien by then too. Their bakery had felt far more like home than his large mansion had ever been.
Marinette gave one more comforting squeeze as she gestured to his chest. “On that note, how is your binder? Did I leave enough room in the jacket? Is it too tight?”
“It’s a bit tight, but I’ll manage,” Adrien replied as he patted it. “Don’t worry about it.”
He supposed that was one of the few things Adrien could give his father credit for. The man never had issue with Adrien informing him that he wished to change his name and how he felt he should dress. Granted, looking back, perhaps that had been part of the reason Gabriel had been so over protective of him in the first place.
As far as the media and the fashion world knew, he had always been nothing else than Adrien and no one had ever questioned it otherwise.
Adrien then glanced to the clock and took a deep breath. “Alright, time to start the show.”
Marinette sighed as she straightened her posture. “We better get a move on. Chloe will have my hide if we have a late start.” She frowned. “I still can’t believe Chloe wanted to sponsor this for me.”
Adrien shrugged. “Hey, give her some credit. She’s grown up since we were kids.” He gave a nervous laugh. “Although, will admit, after that fight she had with her mother I think the idea of making a new fashion designer more popular than her was too tempting to resist.”
“Spite is a powerful motivator,” Marinette mumbled.
“That is what Plagg keeps telling me,” Adrien said as he adjusted his hat. All the more reason to live his life well.
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Date: 2019-06-08 12:57 pm (UTC)“Adrien, stop wiggling! I can’t get the wrinkles out.”
Adrien rolled his eyes as he felt Marinette smoothed out the back of his jacket. “There aren’t any wrinkles. You checked three times, it’s fine.”
Marinette stuck out her tongue as she inspected his sleeve jacket. “Well, I need to at least check for cat hair.” Her eyes narrowed. “Plagg has a habit of leaving his fur on your clothes.”
Adrien opened and then shut his mouth as he sighed. “Yeah, you’re not wrong.”
It wasn’t as if Plagg did it on purpose, or at least he better not be doing it on purpose..but Adrien wouldn’t put it past the little kwami. “Hope he and the other kwami are enjoying the show from the rafters.”
“We certainly gave them enough snacks to keep them busy,” Marinette said with a sigh as she stepped back and began to fidget. “Although, what if one of them drops some popcorn and one of the models trips? What if an outfit gets torn? What if I trip and I’m a laughing stock?! I’ll be famously known as the dumb girl who ruined her first fashion show! What if-”
“Marinette,” Adrien said gently as he placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “It’s going to be fine. Deep breaths, remember?”
Marinette shut her eyes as she placed a hand over her chest. “Right, right. After fighting all of those Akuma, I can handle one fashion show, right?”
“Right,” Adrien said with an encouraging smile as he tugged on his loose tie. “On that note, would you please tie this for me?”
Marinette giggled as she shook a finger before tackling the tie. “Adrien Agreste, you are a model, the son of one of the world’s most famous fashion designers, 22 years old and you still don’t know how to tie a tie?”
Adrien gave a bitter laugh. “No, strangely enough I never learned to do it myself. Probably due to Father being too busy playing super villain to bother. He probably assumed someone else taught me.”
Marinette cringed as she gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“It’s okay,” Adrien said with half smile.
Even though it had been a good number of years now, the reveal of his own father being one of the greatest enemies of Ladybug and Chat Noir still stung. That had been a dark time for him, he had just been lucky that he and Marinette had revealed their identities by then. He didn’t know how he would have gotten through it without her support. Heck, her parents had practically adopted Adrien by then too. Their bakery had felt far more like home than his large mansion had ever been.
Marinette gave one more comforting squeeze as she gestured to his chest. “On that note, how is your binder? Did I leave enough room in the jacket? Is it too tight?”
“It’s a bit tight, but I’ll manage,” Adrien replied as he patted it. “Don’t worry about it.”
He supposed that was one of the few things Adrien could give his father credit for. The man never had issue with Adrien informing him that he wished to change his name and how he felt he should dress. Granted, looking back, perhaps that had been part of the reason Gabriel had been so over protective of him in the first place.
As far as the media and the fashion world knew, he had always been nothing else than Adrien and no one had ever questioned it otherwise.
Adrien then glanced to the clock and took a deep breath. “Alright, time to start the show.”
Marinette sighed as she straightened her posture. “We better get a move on. Chloe will have my hide if we have a late start.” She frowned. “I still can’t believe Chloe wanted to sponsor this for me.”
Adrien shrugged. “Hey, give her some credit. She’s grown up since we were kids.” He gave a nervous laugh. “Although, will admit, after that fight she had with her mother I think the idea of making a new fashion designer more popular than her was too tempting to resist.”
“Spite is a powerful motivator,” Marinette mumbled.
“That is what Plagg keeps telling me,” Adrien said as he adjusted his hat. All the more reason to live his life well.