Miraculous One-Shots

It's not you but me.

Ladybug, what's wrong."

There Ladybug sat. Her arms twisted against her stomach. Her eyes facing down. She looked exhausted.

Chat sat down next to her, offering her a   small yet sad smile. It was enough to make her look at him but the second she did, she burst into tears.

She sobbed in the palms of her hands. A gut-wrenched-pain-induced sob. Her voice trembled as she tried to communicate with him.

"I wanted you to be the first to know, but now that they found out. I can't do anything. I can't do anything!" She wailed.

A concerned expression framed his face. "What was supposed to be me? What happened, ladybug? Please tell me something." He said.

She whimpered. Her body, limp and frail from her tears, growing tired easily from her break-down. Hesitantly, Chat opened his arms. Almost instantly, she tucked into his embrace. Trying to soothe her breakdown, he pets her hair.

"Chat," she hiccuped. "Someone knows my identity. Someone knows and that person has easy access to Hawkmoth. He tried to akumize me twice, Chat! All because of her! I can't be Ladybug any more. I can't be the Guardian anymore. You have to be on your own. I failed as a Paris super-heroine. I failed Master Fu. I failed at being Guardian. Most of all, I failed you. I can't be your partner anymore. You have to become a guardian. You have to find a new ladybug. I can't be your lady anymore! I'm so sorry.

Looking at her, crazed and confused. "Ladybug?! What are you saying?"

Instead of giving him an answer, she hugged him tighter. She hugged him so tight, his insides fell into mush.
"I love being your partner. I'll forever miss you. Thank you for being the best partner ever." She whispered against his chest. Holding her to his chest, she started fresh on new tears.

"Goodbye, Chat."

She left him.

She left him clueless, wondering if he'll ever see her again. She left him, afraid of what will come next. She left him, letting him carry the burden of saving the world on his own. She left him, feeling angry at whoever made her make this decision. She left him, holding her miraculous in his palms. She left him, with no hope for the future.

She left him.

This was supposed to be a one-shot about Luka finding out about Marinette's identity but then my Spotify decided to play a mix of depressing songs. Four songs later, several replays, this was created.

I know this is a bit late but Happy Holidays people! Hope everyone is spending it with somebody (or something) they love. Whether it be with family, pets, or a good book. Happy holidays, and stay safe!