Miraculous Ladybug One-shots: (Adrien/Chat Noir x Reader)

*Request Winner* Regretful Path -(AdrienxReader)

A/n: Thank you all so much for all of the awesome and creative request ideas!! I read and loved all of them.. but here's the one I chose:
Thank you @PinkieIM5 for the idea!! I hope you don't mind that I changed a couple things!
Without further ado, the chapter!
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Adrien's POV
There's a moment in your life, that second, when you know that she's the one.

Your heart speeds up, you get nervous and tense, and want to hide away forever, and cower from your embarrassment.

But at that moment, all I could do was stare.
Stare at the girl whom I didn't know, but had hopelessly fallen in love with.

That moment that-

"Adrien! You good, man?", Nino yelled into his ear, slugging him in the arm in the process.
Adrien snapped back into focus, his eyes adjusting to their surroundings once again.
Jeez, Adrien. You forgot you were hanging out with Nino at the park. Get it together.
"Y-yeah. Sorry.. I just zoned out for a second", Adrien stammered.
"More like 3 minutes. You've been staring at that girl the entire time. Just go talk to her!", Nino argued.
Adrien laughed. "No way", taking a sip of his soda, stretching on the freshly mowed grass. "There's no way", he repeated, continuing to stare at the girl walking away down the path, slowly fading away.

That was my mistake, that day.

She was everywhere.

Everywhere I turned, that beautiful h/c hair, and vibrant e/c eyes was all I saw. The library, the park, the arcade, the cafe. She was always happy- always smiling.

That was her best feature. Her smile.

She's everything I could ask for.

Time went by.
I attended c/n University- and of course the girl followed me there. She was in every ad I laid eyes on. That flaunted smile; advertising some random perfume, or new clothing line.

I still saw her around occasionally, and every time I did she seemed even more beautiful, and mature.

Even more time went by.

I continuing modeling professionally for my father, and I saw more and more of that girl.

She was a star; TV shows, interviews, movies- you name it, she was there- almost as if she was taunting me with her amazing figure.

I began to regret my past.
What if I had talked to her that day?
Would we have been friends now?
Would we haven been dating now?
Engaged now?
Even married now?

I never spent a waking moment not thinking about her. She was everything to me, and I couldn't help but feel that ringing pain of regret in my gut.

Years passed.

I retired- living alone in a small, excluding apartment still within the city.
It had been a while since I had seen the girl in person- or anywhere else, for that matter.

It wasn't until I checked social media where my darkest fears came true.

She was getting married. Married to her 2 year engaged fiancé.

I was enraged. In shock. In depression.
It was all my fault.

That should be me.

My biggest mistake was attending the wedding.

Watching her..
Her walk down the isle in her perfectly fitted dress- hair, makeup, everything about her was perfect.

That smile never left her face for a second.

She was happy. She was happy without me.

I was nothing in her life.

I meant nothing.

...
After that, I shut out the world for a while.
For a very, very long time.

According to social media, she was happy with her husband for many years; traveling the world, seeing new things, meeting new people.

She was enjoying life, and she...
She was happy.
That's what mattered.

As long as she was happy, so was I.

50 years later, I told her those exact words.

Yeah.
I, Adrien Agreste, finally spoke to the girl who changed my life without her even knowing it.

We spoke. For the first time. After 55 years.

Well, more like I spoke. She didn't really talk.
...dead people can't really talk.

Every day, I went to place flowers upon her grave.

She had lived such a happy, fulfilling life, and was now resting in peace beneath the shade of a willow tree in a cemetery near the park where I first laid eyes on her.

I, majorly aging, knew my time would come soon as well.

I spent the rest of my days regretting what I had done with my life.

I could have made her happy.

She had made me happy, and she didn't even know me.
She didn't know my name..
..and I didn't know hers.
Until now.

"Y/n, l/n", I whispered softly, my hand stroking the lettering of her gravestone.

Life is short... and life is so precious.

Y/n grew up, lived her life, and died without knowing me, let alone even my name.

And if there's one thing I regret the most..

It would be not talking to her on that day.

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I want to dedicate this chapter to Jesse Esphorst- a boy at my school, and in my grade, who was killed in a car accident earlier this week. He was 16. He was a friend, a teammate, a boyfriend and an amazing person. He was on varsity baseball, and had a full scholarship to Harvard.
My school was devastated over the loss of a fellow peer. We had a mournful week; hanging memorial posters, making art, and having prayer circles and a vigil.
We are praying for his close friends and family, and hoping that there is happiness in the future for a chance at better life, and the opportunity to start over.
If there's anything I regret the most; like Adrien.. would be not talking to Jesse more, and becoming better friends.
The loss of Jesse taught me that life is so very short, and we shouldn't waste a single second of it.
Please, live out your lives until the last second.
Make it count.
Don't have any regrets.