Miraculous One-Shots and Smuts

🤍 jar of hearts - adrien/chat 🤍

hi guys. sorry I haven't posted here in a while. I havent actually been on wattpad at all in a while. with school starting it's been hard to actually keep up with writing and also getting ideas. im shocked I came up with this one. sorry all I do is chat or adrien, it really is the only thing that comes to my mind for one reason — chat/adrien is my comfort character. for example, when I fall asleep I imagine a scenario with him. thats where this idea came from, except I was also listening to music.

okay enough of my talking, lets get onto the chapter! and once again, sorry I've been so absent. I'll try to be on more!

🎵 - Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri

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Today was the day of the school talent show. There were acts of magic, Chloe entering and not actually doing anything talented, and my competition, singers. I sat at a table going over my song, one that I wrote on my own, feeling like it wasn't good enough. I was playing the piano version in my headphones, since I recorded it, and softly sang the words, barely loud enough for myself to hear.

Though I was shocked when Alya took the book from me. I ripped out my earbuds and snatched it back from her, holding it close to my chest. "Woah girl, calm down. I wasn't going to read it," she said with a laugh. I softly smiled like I was happy about her little prank, but I wasn't. This book didn't just have lyrics to my song, it had everything else about the reason I wrote the song. If Alya found out, I'd be in a shit ton of trouble.

She started talking, but my mind drifted off into a different place. A happier place..

"Ah, Chat, stop!" I yelled out, laughing and rolling around under him as he had me pinned on the bed and was tickling me.

"Never!" he shouted back, also laughing. I ended up pushing him off of me gently and then pushing him into the bed, straddling his hips. We both looked a little flustered and looked at each other, but my eyes widened when I noticed the position I was in. Chat and I were only friends.. nothing more..

"I- I'm so sorry! I d- didn't mean to!" I stuttered out and tried to get off of him, but his hands on my waist stopped me. I looked at him with big eyes as his leather clad hands touched the bare skin under my shirt. I slightly shivered as we both stared into each other's eyes for what felt like ages until he spoke, with a soft voice,

"I like you there.." he said. I blushed, if any more as possible, but I definitely felt my face get warmer. I was frozen, I couldn't move. Though by now I was comfortable, his thumb softly rubbing my skin. I stared at him for a few more minutes and he smiled.

"O- Okay.." I smiled back at him and put my hands on top of his, just setting them there.

"Girl? Y/n!" Alya yelled in my face. I slightly jumped back and looked at her. "The show's starting! Let's go get you ready!" She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back of the "stage," aka where there was a big curtain separating part of the cafeteria. The auditorium was being used for something else. I followed Alya, but Marinette and Adrien waved at us as we ran by. I didn't have much time to say anything, so I just yelled 'hey!' as Alya continued to drag me.

We got backstage and I changed into what I was wearing for the performance — a black dress with a dark green ribbon around the waist. Alya did my makeup and I rehearsed the song a million times in my head. When I was all finished, I politely asked her to give me a moment and I went to a corner to where I could softly sing it to myself. I closed my eyes and sang the lyrics, imagining the chords and notes I would play on the piano. I took a few deep breaths and walked back. The first act went on. It was Chloe of course.

~ Third Person POV ~

When everyone was finished, it was Y/n's turn to go on. She took a deep breath and walked out to the "stage," her classmates cheering for her. She sat at the piano and set up her notebook, opening it to the correct page with slightly shaky hands. She put her mouth to the microphone and spoke, "This was written for someone special. Someone who meant a lot to me, but left me with nothing to hold on to." The room was dead silent.