Miraculous Ladybug Oneshots

Not a Love Letter-Love Square(ish)

Dear Chat Noir,

I'm sorry. I know you love Ladybug, strive to be with her, but it will never happen, for she doesn't really exist.

Perhaps sometimes, I put on a costume, I swing my yo-yo, I go by that name, but am I really the girl you love?

Of course not.

Ladybug is courageous, and strong. I am none of those things. Just clumsy and awkward. That one girl who can't do anything right, no matter how hard she tries.

And I know you think, "but Ladybug, I am Adrien, your love," but that isn't really true.

Adrien is a different person, much like I am from Ladybug.

You and Adrien are so different, even though he may be the one behind your mask, he is merely a part of your past when you are Chat Noir.

I chose Adrien. I will choose him over and over again as my heart will break and crack and fracture.

I do not love you, Chat Noir. You do not love me.

You love another.

A fake me, she is, your love, no matter how real she may seem.

Perhaps Adrien and Ladybug love each other, but we aren't those people, are we?

Perhaps they love each other.

Perhaps they will.

But Adrien will love a fake, won't he?

My sincerest apologies, dear hero.

~Marinette

A tear went down her cheek, screaming into her skin.

The tear stuck to her chin. Burning into her mind.

Water should cool, not sting.

But not today. Not yesterday, tomorrow, and the many times after that.

Every thing stings.

A happy couple holding hands sipping coffee.

Ouch.

The thirteen year olds testing love at the movies.

Not me.

The old couple of gray hair, and saggy skin, smiling as they slow dance in their retirement home.

Never.

Because she has dedicated her life to a boy who loves another.

A fake and perfect version of her.

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Adrien smashed the paper into his palm with his fist. He crushed it into a ball. Threw it at the wall.

He launched himself back into the mattress, hard. Trashing his limbs, he yelled a little.

He flipped over forcefully, gripping his blanket and yanking it around. He shrieked into his pillow, loud.

It had been years since his last tantrum, and every tantrum before suddenly seemed silly. Like, over what? You don't wanna clean your room? And your gonna cry about that, Adrien?