Félix wandered around the rails, his fingers trailing over the fabric of a thousand suits as Adrien was tucked away in the changing rooms. This was taking forever and he swore it was a 15 minute job at max.

It was a suit! A simple black tuxedo with a white shirt and a black bow tie... it wasn't exactly rocket science!

Himself and Nino were in and out of the fitting room in a flash. The perfect 5 minute job. It really was simple: come in... find a black suit... try it on... done!

Not Adrien though, no, no, no! Adrien needed the perfect fitting suit which made his already stupidly pretty face look even more angelic. Like he needed any help to be the centre of attention, he was the groom for fuck sake!

Moving to the other side of the room, which housed the more 'quirky' suits, the sigh from Nino almost knocked him out. He was certain no one should be able to exhale that much oxygen and there was most certainly a chance the DJ had just knocked himself out.

"What the hell is taking so long?" Nino said, removing his glasses and rubbing the heel of his hands into his eyes a little too aggressively.

"Well, you know, with so many shades of dark black, Adrien has to make sure his eyes pop just right with the one he chooses, after all, he can't take the chance of not getting laid on his wedding night all because he'd chosen the wrong shade of black!"

"I can hear you, you know!" Adrien shouted from the fitting room, Félix snickering as he continued to look at the rails of clothing.

Suddenly he froze, his eyes almost leaping out of his head. There was a hero's range!!!

With an intrigued raise of his eyebrows, Félix began to move through the range — searching for the one based on his own alter ego.

Blue velvet with a giant pocket watch.

Purple velvet with butterfly wings.

Green satin (yikes!)

But then his search came to an abrupt halt...

Red with black polka dots. Score!

Pulling the Ladybug inspired suit from the railing, Félix held it out in front of him and smirked. Oh yes! They could certainly have some fun with this.

"So, what do you think?"

Adrien was suddenly in front of them, posing like the model he used to be. One hand on the lapels and the other pulling down on his suit jacket.

"You look like a pretentious asshole," Félix said, continuing his once over of the red suit.

"Hey!" Adrien shouted back. "You barely even looked."

Félix turned and made a show of looking from his head to his toes.

"Fine! You're a good-looking pretentious asshole!"

Nino started laughing as the tailor looked panic stricken. Félix didn't understand why though, it's not like he was going to insult him — only Adrien got the flack and that's because his cousin was an easy target.

"I'll take that as a yes then?" Adrien asked, turning his back to the mirror. Félix was almost certain his cousin was checking out his own ass, it wouldn't go past him after learning about his secret identity.

"Sure. Marinette will want to jump your bones whatever you're wearing anyway."

Nino snorted again and the tailor turned an unhealthy shade of red. They were in an upper class boutique and it seemed Félix's language was leaving a lot to be desired.

"Great!" Adrien announced cheerfully, looking over to Nino for confirmation.

"What he said," Nino stated, pointing in Félix's direction.

"Excellent, shall I keep it on to check it with my father's and Tom's?"

Félix looked between Adrien and the suit dangling on its hanger from his finger. He had a better idea.
*****
Gabriel couldn't believe he was doing this!

His own flesh and blood had turned against him and was going to a mediocre tailor in central Paris for his wedding suit. Just because Marinette knew the guy, and just because he'd ranked between 0 and 2 in Paris' top 100 tailors, the Bride thought it would be a great idea. The tailor was only too willing to oblige. But of course he would be, he probably needed their names to help promote his small excuse for a measly 3 million euro business.

Gabriel was still 'apologising' for the wedding dress confusion — not a mistake! Never a mistake — which meant he was here... stepping out of the car with Gorilla behind him.

Not only was he here to check on Adrien's suit, he had to try one on of his own — as did Tony and Gorilla. Unfortunately, George would be having his hip replaced a week before the wedding so Adrien thought it might be best he sat this one out.

Pulling on his waistcoat, he began to head in the general direction of the door, only to stop when a rather huge object sent his immediate vicinity into a total eclipse.

"Gaby, my man! How are you doing?" Tony slammed a hand onto his shoulder and Gabriel swore he'd just lost an inch or so of his height from the impact... either that or his knees had broken.

"Mr Dupain," Gabriel said in greeting, his hands firmly behind his back. He attempted to lift himself up right, straightening his back and reconfiguring his shifted vertebrae.

"It's good to see that the cake has come out of your cravat. I told Sabine she was lucky she hadn't used food colouring in the icing. Just imagine what would have happened?"

He didn't need to 'imagine', he knew full well exactly what would have happen. After four rounds of vanish and 6 rounds of bleach, the cravat still was coated in sticky, sugary sweetness. What the hell was in that frosting?

This was a brand new cravat! How could Tony not realise there was a 2.5 millimetre change in the gaps between the stripes? It had taken him an entire 15 minutes to put the damn thing together.

This man really was an imbecile for not noticing the change.

"Yes," Gabriel responded through gritted teeth. "Imagine!"

"Shall we go in, brother-in-law?"

Gabriel looked at the large man, an unimpressed dullness in his eyes. "I don't think that's how it works," he stated, Tony smacking him on the shoulder once again and letting out a hearty chortle.

"We can make it work!"

With a push, which Gabriel was sure was meant to try and send him through the window, the designer made his way in with the baker trailing behind and Gorilla bringing up the rear. It was like some sort of shit 'three men walk into a bar' joke!

"Hey, Mr Dupain! How have you been?" Cap-boy Keith was first to greet them, walking over to Tony with familiarity and a disgusting display of fondness. How dare Tony be friends with someone half his age!

The two greeted each other with a weird handshake, Gabriel's nose turning up at the display in front of him. Adrien's friend turned to him next, some sort of weird grin on his face.

"Keith," Gabriel said with a slight nod of his head.

"Dave," Nino replied, turning around and walking away.

Gabriel felt his hands clenched tightly in anger. Dave! DAVE! How dare he get his name wrong! How dare he disrespect the great and powerful Gabriel Agreste.

As he moved forward, dead set on correcting his name with the boy in the red cap, his obnoxious nephew stepped in the way. Out of all the people in the world, there was only one other person who could annoy him more than Keith... and here he was! Gabriel was starting to wish the greasy emo kid was here instead.

"Uncle!" Félix smirked and held his arms open as though offering his uncle a big, heartfelt hug. Geez, he needed to speak to his son about the company he hung around with. He just couldn't fathom where he'd gone so wrong.

"Félix," Gabriel said, attempting to step around him.

"So, are you looking forward to seeing what you're going to be wearing at 'the wedding of the year'?"

Gabriel looked at Félix, noticing a strange sparkle in his eyes. What was he playing at?

"What are you doing, Félix?"

"Me? Doing something? Nah! I think you have the wrong impression of me, Uncle."

He glared at Félix, hoping his intense eye contact would break him, just as it had Adrien time and time again. Just as it had many before him, only to have his hypnosis skills broken by the sound of a wolf whistle.

His intrigue moved elsewhere, his son strutting out of the changing rooms, one hand in his pocket the other loosely by his side.

"You look great, son!" Tony commented, giving Adrien two thumbs up.

"Father?" Adrien turned his attention to his father. A hopeful glint in his eyes.

"It's okay." Gabriel stepped up onto the plinth. His hands behind his back as he slowly circled around Adrien, glasses perching on the edge of his nose as he looked him over.

He stretched up and brushed a hand over Adrien's shoulder before looking at the collar.

"Sloppy stitching," he commented. "The shoulders don't sit right either. You? Gabriel snapped to the tailor. The poor guy scurried over like a puppy, almost kneeling in front of him... as it should be. "Who designed this? The fit isn't right and the stitching isn't acceptable on such a high priced tuxedo."

The smaller man's face began to flame to an almost purple colour. "Well, all our suits are from the top designers in the world."

"So which is this then? Gucci? Versace? Oh, I know, Hugo Boss... their tuxedo's just never quite have the desired effect."

"Actually..."

The sound of Félix's laughter broke the tense atmosphere between Gabriel and the tailor. He was almost choking, he was laughing that much.

"Actually father —"

"Take the jacket off, Adrien."

"Are you sure? I mean, it needs a little altering around the chest but other than that I feel like it's —"

"Off!" Gabriel snapped, adding a click of his fingers for good measure.

"But, father —"

Adrien sighed finally realising he wouldn't win, once again turning into the compliant son he should be. He slipped the jacket from his shoulders and handed it over to his father.

"Let's see who..." Gabriel trailed off as he located the designer's logo in the collar, only for Félix and Keith to burst out laughing, Keith almost falling from the sofa he was sitting on.

A startling noise next to him suddenly turned into a cough as he examined Adrien's face. Was his son betraying him once more and laughing?

Gabriel looked around. He needed to save face because it seemed his son was wearing a Gabriel suit.

"This must be faulty. Have them send another through immediately... mention my name."

"Yes, sir."

The tailor scurried off and Gabriel was impressed by the competence of the man. Maybe they could look at other business options.

"Dave, how about you try on your suit?" Keith said, Gabriel growling in response to the name. He was a world class designer. How could his son's friend continue to get it wrong?

"Sure, Keith. Tony?"

Tony guffawed, Gorilla joining in, both shaking their heads. "The Agreste men," Tony said with a booming laugh. "What a hoot!"

Walking behind the curtain, Tony disappeared. Then Gabriel made his way to the right and to his own.

"Have fun, Uncle," Félix called out.

The hairs on Gabriel's neck stood to attention as he opened the curtain and almost died on the spot .
*****
Adrien wondered if they'd pushed this too far... then he remembered what his father had put Marinette through and completely took back any doubts at Félix's stunt.

Tom was currently being pinned and measured, it seemed Marinette's measurements have been near enough perfect, though, with the only alterations needing to be due to the style of the tuxedo.

So, they were just waiting for Gabriel to exit in the 'fake suit'. Nino was ready with his phone on video, this was another Gabriel Gets Used to Planning a Wedding moment, Adrien didn't want to ever forget. He'd missed the cake smash, but he wouldn't miss this.

"I'm not coming out."

Gabriel's voice was harsh and not impressed in the slightest.

"Come on, Uncle, we're waiting for you to come out and complete the set."

Nino snorted, his hand lifting and thumb ready to press the red button. He looked at Adrien and gave him a wink, Adrien barely holding it together. His father was going to kill him.

"No!"

"Come on, father. We need to check if the button hole will go with it."

The curtain to the changing room slowly pulled back, and Adrien had to cover his mouth to stifle the laughter bubbling to break free — a skill not possessed by anyone else in the room as the howls almost took the roof off.

As Gabriel walked out in his Ladybug inspired suit. A red and black spot jacket and trousers, complete with a red shirt and black bow tie.

He stalked to the mirror, his face matching the red of the shirt and his face looking villainous and red to kill. Adrien looked at Nino, double checking the camera was filming, only for his friend to put two thumbs up.

Adrien sure as hell was glad he no longer lived at home. He knew his father wouldn't forgive him for quite a while, but the look on the older man's face would be worth every single minute.