Note: I drew the fanart of Chat Noir as a graffiti artist and then decided to write a story with it. So here it is. :) Thank you for reading!

Chat Noir ran along the rooftops in black joggers, black sneakers, and a worn out dark grey deep v-neck tee that was covered by a hooded cat eared black leather jacket. His hands were covered in black latex gloves and a plain black bandana hid half of his face, while the hood covered the rest. His blonde hair hung slightly in front of his glowing neon green eyes, as he looked behind him. He smirked and leaped down from the building and into an alleyway, before he swung his backpack from his shoulders. He unzipped it and took out several cans of spray paint. He shook a black one in his hand and began to sketch out a roaring black cat with fangs on the brick wall. He filled it in with jet black, before he swung out two neon green spray cans. Chat created two bright green cat eyes and outlined it all in splash of neon green, before he threw it all into his backpack and ran up a wall, before gripping it at the top and pulling himself up and onto the roof. He spent most of his nights out on the streets tagging his signature cats on random buildings and places. It was his way of being noticed without really being seen. His cats would appear on the news, daily, and he loved it. He loved seeing his cats all over. Loved getting noticed on his own without his father's brand or famous name.

Chat made his way back towards his father's house. He climbed over the back wall and made his way up to his set of windows. He leaped through the open spot in the glass and pulled his hood down off of his head. Chat then reached behind his head and untied his bandana. He shook his head, causing his hair to puff out, before it relaxed against his face. Chat walked into his bathroom and removed his black clothing. He made his way over to the secret compartment that he had made and slid the clothing into it, before he shut it and locked it with a key. He climbed into his shower and turned on the water, washing away Chat Noir and revealing Adrien Agreste. The man that had to do everything his father told him, even now. He punched the wall with his fist and let the warm water wash over his hair and body. Adrien peered up with angry emerald eyes and spit the water from his mouth, before he turned around and hit his back against the wall. His father had expected him to take on the family business. Had expected him to do whatever he said, even when he turned 18 and no longer had to listen to him. But now that he was 25… he thought he should have the freedom to do what he wanted, yet here he was showering because he had a photoshoot in the morning for that very person. His father still owned him and it drove him absolutely insane.

He turned off the water and stomped out of the shower. He swung his towel around his waist and leaned onto the bathroom counter. He looked into the mirror and peered into his eyes. Some days all he saw was his father and it killed him. He never wanted to be his father. Never wanted to see that part of himself. Adrien groaned and punched the sink, before he flung open drawers and pulled out black joggers and a black tank top. He slid them all on and threw his towel into the hamper, before he walked out to his bedroom. He slid his white leather chair from his desk and sat down, as his four monitors flickered to life. He began to search through the news websites looking for his cats. It always seemed to make him feel better to see them. But something else caught his eye. Ladybugs. Hoards of them covered the news articles. Millions upon millions of them flooded his screens.

"What's this?" Adrien leaned in and clicked on each article with a newfound interest. He rubbed his chin and smirked with delight at the new emerging artist. "Competition?" He got lost in article upon article about this new opponent. "I see you and you're on, Ladybug."

Ladybug ran along the streets of Paris. She giggled and leaped from building to building with grace. Her red joggers flashed against the moonlight. She wore a black cropped tank top with a black hoodie that covered most of her face. A red bandana covered her nose and lips. Her blue eyes glowed from behind dark bangs. Her red and black spotted backpack bounced behind her, as she dropped down and opened it.

She pulled out a black can and began to spray a ladybug onto a wall. She then filled it in with red, before finishing it with black details. Ladybug had always admired the black cat graffiti artist. Something about his ferocious cats touched her. She couldn't quite explain it and when her best friend Alya would ask about it… she never had an answer. Maybe it was how dark they appeared? How much anger came out in them? Ladybug really couldn't decide what it was. She sighed and packed the cans back into her bag, before she ran off back towards her house.

Ladybug climbed up the side of the bakery and pulled herself onto her balcony. She had to get up early to go to class before she had to help at her parent's bakery, but she had wanted to tag one more place, before then. She sighed and dropped down into her bedroom, after hiding her gear in a fake planter. She slid her clothing off and hid them in a hidden locked compartment, before she slid on pink joggers and a white tank top. She sighed and sat down at her computer to look for more black cats in the news. She seemed to be the most talked about thing in the news lately and while she enjoyed it… she really didn't want to take over the black cat's place. Ladybug walked over to her floor length mirror and took herself in. Marinette had changed since she was a teenager. Her body had filled out more and her skin wasn't as porcelain as it had been. She sighed and turned her body in different ways, looking it over. Her phone began to ring and she ran over to it. Alya's name popped up on the screen and she answered it. "You do know how late it is right now, right?" She placed a hand on her hip.

"I know. I was up working on my project for my journalism course. Why are you up so late? I was just going to leave a message." Alya laughed and stacked her project in order on her desk.

Marinette sighed and walked over to her chaise lounge. "Oh you know, same old same old."

"Searching for new cats around town, while you spray your ladybugs? Hoping that one day the prince behind those angry cats will find you and be forever yours?" Alya picked on her and Marinette sat up straight.

"Alya! People are going to hear you." Marinette scolded her best friend.

"Who? The people sleeping. Marinette… your secret is safe with me. You know that." Alya laughed and rolled her eyes. "Besides… we all know you could out that I breakdance at Nino's club."

"That's not illegal." Marinette glared and pointed with her finger.

"Could be." Alya shrugged. "Depends on where I dance."

Marinette groaned and hit her forehead with her hand. "Alright. Just- I need to go to bed. I have to help with the bakery after class."

"Did you finish your design project?" Alya looked at her nails and spoke unamused.

"What design… pro- proje- Oh God! Girl, you know I didn't do that." Marinette began to run around her room, looking for something to use for it.

"Thought so. Those black cats are getting to your head M. Admit it." Alya smirked with a knowing expression. "I'll let you get back to your project."

"Bye, Alya." Marinette hung up her phone and began to grab different fabrics that could work to make something, anything. She began to sketch out a design and slowly began to fit pieces together for her project. This also meant that she wasn't going to get any sleep. Again. She just hoped that this would get a decent grade. She was falling behind on her grades due to being Ladybug.

Adrien woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring. He groaned and threw his pillow over his face. "Why… I want just one day to sleep in. Just one day." He threw his pillow off of his head and got up from his king sized bed. He stumbled to his bathroom and brushed his teeth and showered, before getting dressed in a white button down shirt with tight dark denim pants. He slipped on his black converse shoes and made his way down the stairs to the dining room table, where his personal chef had sat out a variety of pastries, fruit, and a cup of coffee. Adrien sighed, rolled his sleeves to his elbows, sat down, and poked at his food, while his father sat across from him.

"Don't play with your food." Gabriel peered over his tablet at his son.

"Sorry, father." Adrien mumbled and put a piece of melon between his lips.

"You have a meeting after your photoshoot and then you have chinese." Gabriel set his tablet down. "I expect to hear that you have done well at these tasks. I do not want another incident like last week."

"I know, father. I'll be on my best behavior." Adrien sighed and picked off a piece of his croissant, before he ate it in silence.

"Good. Vincent didn't enjoy what you did too much. He is a very serious photographer. You know that. So, pose as he says, act how he says, and listen to him. I have paid him good money over the years to take care of you." Gabriel lectured him and Adrien nodded, as he ate a piece of strawberry to keep from having to talk to the cynical man across the table.

"Now, your bodyguard will drive you to your photoshoot and then he will drop you back here for your lesson. None of this running away business. Got it?" Gabriel looked at him with a stern expression.

"I understand." Adrien sighed and pushed his plate away. He slowly drank his coffee and spoke back in his mind. He called his father every name in the book with a smile plastered on his face.

"You're dismissed. Head out before you are late." Gabriel used his hand and waved him away, before picking up his tablet and engrossing himself within it again.

Adrien sighed and stood up from the table. Nathalie followed behind him to make sure he made it to the silver car. "You know you don't have to follow me anymore like I'm a child?" Adrien looked over his shoulder at her with sad eyes. "You know I'm controlled at this point to do what my father says."

Nathalie nodded with a expressionless face. "I know. It's more for him than for you, Adrien."

Adrien sighed and his shoulders slumped, as he opened the door and fell into the back seat of the limo. He brought his knee up and leaned his elbow on the door, while he turned to peer out the window at the world that he yearned to be a part of. Ladybugs and black cats flew past his window and his heart beat faster at the thought of them dotting the city together. He wanted to know who this Ladybug was and he wanted to know, as soon as, possible.

Song I wrote to:

Location by Khalid