i may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that i am one ~ sherlock. it took a while to think of which POV i should do - edited.
MARINETTE:
It was an ever normal Saturday that I used to catch up on lost sleep. After I helped in the bakery and did my homework, spoke with Alya on the phone a bit, it was already around four. I slept until five before I heard screams.
Tikki woke me up, saying that they needed me.
Groaning, I said, "Tikki, Spots On!"
Quickly transforming into Paris's super heroine, I swung out towards the commotion, noticing Chat Noir was still to arrive.
About two minutes past, I was getting nowhere, and that kitty was not to be seen. As I was looking over the scene, wondering what I could do and whether to call Chat, I heard his voice behind me: "Hello, M'Ladybug."
"Chat! You're here! I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up," I said, annoyed with his tardiness.
"Sorry, Bug-a-boo, I didn't realize. Oh, please, wouldn't you forgive a wronged cat?" He said over dramatically, grinning apologetically. I ignored his use of that terrible nickname and rolled my eyes.
"Whatever. The akuma's probably in her glasses," I grumbled, seeing him nod.
His movements were sluggish and slow, he got hit multiple times and almost didn't get the object, so when we finally caught the akuma and freed it, me 'de-evilising' it and using my Lucky Charm to fix the city, I confronted him with only four spots left.
"Hey, Chat. You're ... you don't seem okay. You fine?" I asked worriedly.
He sat down with an almost unnoticed wince. "F-fine. Just horribly tired. School and all."
"You go to school? At least I know that your somewhat decent in your civilian life," I said jokingly. I expected him to reply with some cocky response or something, but instead for a roll of the eyes.
"I'm plenty good-mannered in my real life. I'm actually quite introverted," he said a bit stiffly, sounding tired.
I could tell when I wasn't wanted. He just needed some alone time maybe. "Oh. Okay? Okay, so I'll leave now—"
Suddenly, he caught me by my wrist. "M'lady. Stay. Please." Frowning by his sudden change in emotions, I wanted to stay but not for as much as he wanted me to.
"Chat, my earrings—"
He cut me off, saying "I won't tell anyone. I promise."
"But ... we can't, Chaton, you have to understand," I said desperately, knowing he knows yet feeling the need to explain it to him further.
"Yeah, but I'll love you no matter who you are. I always will and I won't stop, please tell me. I need to know you," he said desperately and as soon as he said this, both our eyes widened in surprise.
I could see the panic literally building up in him as tears began brimming his eyes.
Absolutely love-struck. Please no. Not me. It was just meant to be a little crush on me. Nothing more. Please don't be me ... why not? No! It's Adrien. Only Adrien. I have no romantic feelings for Chat. I don't. My heart belongs to Adrien. Everything was going wrong.
I heard my earrings beep and snapped out of my daze, noticing he was still frozen, hand on my wrist. My throat felt tight. He looked close to crying. Finally, he said, "I'm sorry, Ladybug. I didn't mean—" he didn't even use a nickname, and cut himself off, quickly leaving on his baton.
About to follow him, I heard my earrings beep again. Not now. I followed him with my eyes, desperately wanting to talk to the disappearing silhouette but knowing I couldn't or else I'd turn into Marinette.
Quickly using my yoyo, I went to my balcony, heart thumping wildly, I realized I was crying. Why was I crying?
I thought you weren't one to deny you're feelings, my brain said. I ignored it.
ADRIEN:
Deep sobs resonated all around me. My hair fell around my face in a mob of blonde mess, my body trembling, tears falling faster than I change into Chat. A lot may think I'm over-reacting, but no.
She was the only one I ever saw, the only one I ever loved, seeing her smile and her giggle and just hearing her voice could brighten my day and make me forget everything about my life as an abuse victim and it was my only escape and now that was also gone. Bye, fun, happy days with Ladybug. Hello, never-ending awkwardness and regret
I clenched my fists, getting up. "I love you, Ladybug," my voice rose with every letter. "Why are those feelings so hard to return?" I began full-in screaming now. "What am I doing wrong? Everything in my life is gone, everyone hates me; hell, I hate myself! SOMEONE, PLEASE HEAR ME. LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE!"
a/n: should i feel bad about what i'm doing to my innocent smol bean?
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