They say that you're in control of your actions. What if that wasn't actually true? With Hawk Moth on the loose and with the power of the akumas, how could you possibly be in control of yourself? One of the two Parisian heroes is corrupted after an...
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"Adrien?" A small voice speaks up at the site of familiar blonde hair, only pushed back. He turns around to see a short ravenette with a hesitant expression on her face.
"Marinette?" He replies, taking a step toward her as if in disbelief that his school friend is actually stood right in front of him. He takes notice of how her hair is much longer, and not sported by her signature twintails. Instead, the fronts of her hair are pinned back by ladybug clips. Adrien can't help but find it adorable.
"It's really you." Marinette breathes the words, happiness growing within her as she takes in his model face. If only he were still a model, Marinette's thoughts wander.
"It's really me." Adrien smiles, admiring the designers dress, knowing that she herself would've made it for this specific event. He loved that about her - her determination. It reminded him of His Lady. Oddly enough.
His eyes linger on the ladybug hair clips probably a moment too long before the pair hear a loud voice through the speakers, recognising it as Nino. The pair look towards the front of the hall they were occupying to see the aged-up DJ actually DJing the event like the dork he is.
We've Grown: A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction. Description: In which a decade changes them.
