The Daily Bug AU Part 3 and 4
A short, sporadically written AU in which Adrien takes matters into his own hands - More specifically, he makes “The Daily Bug”, an official Chat Noir and Ladybug blog, made by the heroes themselves, to counter the Ladyblog’s current state of tabloid gossip and Lila worship. Major Adrien Redemption and sugar, Alya salt (but with a dose of redemption, most likely, as the AU is not fully written) and tons of fluff and partnership on all sides of the lovesquare.
Moved to AO3 because it’s easier to upload there.
Here’s my AO3,
And here’s part 3 and part 4.
If you’d like to read parts 1 and 2 on tumblr,
here’s 1, and here’s 2.
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The Daily Bug AU Part 2
A short, sporadically written AU in which Adrien takes matters into his own hands - More specifically, he makes “The Daily Bug”, an official Chat Noir and Ladybug blog, made by the heroes themselves, to counter the Ladyblog’s current state of tabloid gossip and Lila worship. Major Adrien Redemption and sugar, Alya salt (but with a dose of redemption, most likely, as the AU is not fully written) and tons of fluff and partnership on all sides of the lovesquare.
part 1!
"Chaton?" Ladybug raises an eyebrow when Chat Noir places a hand on her arm just as she's about to head home. He's glaring down at his baton, the top part of it propped up, his nose scrunched up in determination.
"I had an idea,"
"Oh, I don't like that tone of voice."
"My Lady, it's important!" But Chat's still laughing as he bumps his elbow against her's.
"Of course, of course." She smiles, endeared. "Go on, kitty."
"This is...about the Ladyblog."
He watches her stiffen.
"I thought about it, about us having no say in what she posts, and how it's more like a tabloid now."
Ladybug opens her mouth to speak, and Chat Noir shakes his head.
"Let me finish, please. But - hear me out. I want to make a blog where the two of us share our two cents on things. Professional Akuma attack reports, warnings, maybe even support for the people of Paris. Nothing to show our identities, nothing to do with acting like celebrities."
He does catch his breath at the way she relaxes the more he explains, at how her eyes twinkle at him, one hand placed over his own as Paris's star heroine turns the baton to look at what he's done.
"Chat," She starts, and he hears the excitement in her voice, passing through him by association, "This is a great idea, but we need to be able to contact each other more often, then."
The blond's face falls, like a beaten up kitten. He hadn't - He hadn't thought of that, and suddenly his ultra genius plan hadn't seemed so genius; Until she lets out a giggle.
"Mon minou, don't give up so quickly. I had an idea I was going to bring up," When Chat perks back up, she smiles even brighter, unendingly so. “You have a phone, of course? I know you said your father’s restrictive, so.”
He nods enthusiastically, attentive.
“Do you think you’d be able to sneak a chatting app on it? There’s several anonymous ones, where we can just create accounts and talk to each other, as long as we make sure there’s no traces of our identities left.” As she explains so, she opens up her yoyo, navigating through it to get to what she was looking for.
Of course! Why hadn’t he thought of that? Though. In retrospect, it was kind of obvious.
Maybe the amazement, confusion, and then frustration show on his expression like a slideshow, because she’s barely holding in her laugh when she looks up at him.
“Then, here.” Ladybug takes her baton nonetheless, taps something into his memos, and hands it over. “The app I want to use, and what my burner account’s username is. We’ll keep talking about this later, okay?”
“Okay. You’re a genius, my Lady. I’m excited to get to work on this, and hopefully it’ll take the pressure off our shoulders for a bit.” Butterflies flutter in his stomach at the way her lips tug upwards, mirroring each other’s smiles.
“Talk to you later tonight, then. Goodnight, Chat!”
“Goodnight, Ladybug.”
He watches, hopelessly, as she swings away with her yoyo, an enamored sigh escaping him in the silence of the night. Adrien normally hates having to head back home after a patrol, knowing he’ll have to return to the numb, strict routine under his father.
But tonight, he can’t get there faster, itching to talk with his Lady all night.
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The Daily Bug AU Part 1
A short, sporadically written AU in which Adrien takes matters into his own hands - More specifically, he makes "The Daily Bug", an official Chat Noir and Ladybug blog, made by the heroes themselves, to counter the Ladyblog's current state of tabloid gossip and Lila worship. Major Adrien Redemption and sugar, Alya salt (but with a dose of redemption, most likely, as the AU is not fully written) and tons of fluff and partnership on all sides of the lovesquare.
part 2!
If there was one thing Adrien Agreste knew - it was that the Ladyblog had become unreliable. A tabloid, however much it had hurt him to say it to himself, let alone to Alya’s face, seeing as she was one of his friends.
He cared, a lot. Truly, he did.
But it was the undeniable truth that over time, the blog had been plagued with gossip, Lila’s lies, and pictures that were against his Lady’s wishes. The Oblivio incident had made him happy at the time, but after a while of thinking, he’d reflected upon the fact that Ladybug hadn’t liked the picture, hadn’t allowed it to be posted. The blond thought back to the picture Lila had posted everywhere she could, sending it to everyone he knew, and the sinking feeling of discomfort in the pit of his stomach when she’d invaded his space and exposed that vulnerability to the world.
When he’d looked at it that way, Adrien saw it all in a different light, and it ate at him continuously. A lot of his actions did, now that he'd been sitting on them, with Plagg guiding him subtly through it all.
But, it was undeniable that the Ladyblog had been helpful. It was the number one source for Akuma attacks and live streams of the situation, for both citizens of Paris that were in danger, and for those outside of Paris that worried about their Parisian family members and friends.
What was he supposed to do?
The triumphant stare in her bluebell eyes, looking every bit like his Lady. Grinning at Alya, glaring at Chloe.
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil, is that good people do nothing."
Right. He'd done a lot of nothing, hadn't he.
Adrien might have to go the high road, but Chat Noir didn't. Chat Noir only cared about two things: Ladybug's name getting dragged through the mud, and the safety of the people of Paris.
Adrien found himself at his computer, setting up a website with a passion burning brightly in him, fingers tapping away rapidly at keys.
The Daily Bug.
He winces. Doesn't sound too cool, but the name will be worked out later. He can change it as long as he does before the debut of the blog - And it'll be a while before he does that, seeing as he wanted to speak with Ladybug on this. After all, this would be for her more than anyone else.
He didn't want to make the same mistake twice.
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